Roleplay

Quill looked over the script skimming it's content until his eyes glazed over the kiss. Suddenly he was highly interested about who was to play this prince, then he heard her reasoning. She'd never kissed, anyone? Ever. Looking at her face the mask of pure horror on in, the worry everything he did laugh. It wasn't cure or mocking but pure amusement and disbelief. One of the most beautiful, smartest girls he ever met was sitting right next to him never been kissed.
"Sorry," he smiled at her, "it's just I can't believe you have never kissed anyone. At all, your like gorgeous it has to be by choice." His tone was airy hardly aware of the compliment he'd given, but completely amused.

((BRAIN FART.

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Aimee's cheeks flushed even more as he laughed. When he apologized and explained, she calmed down considerably, but her cheeks were still bright red. "You... think I'm gorgeous?" she said quietly, shyly. She had never been kissed because she had never had a date. People asked her out but she always turned them down because she was so nervous. When she told a boy she liked him, he either didn't like her back or just thought she was crazy because of the way she tried to explain her feelings.
She quickly got back onto the subject, having been distracted by Quill's compliment on how she was gorgeous. "I wanted... you..." She paused, "Can you tell me what kissing is like? I know you've probably kissed a lot of girls..." her eyes darted away, not wanting to look at him out of pure embarrassment. Aimee thought she sounded completely crazy, but Quill hadn't run away yet, so she was feeling a bit better.

(( ARGH it would be longer but my mom wants me off.
I'm going to go eat then i'll come back and get on my phone!

BRB ))

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SHINY!!!
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PLEASSE?!

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Haha, hi Kaitlyn. Sure you start. Thomas is on the porch watching the rain.

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Okay. (:
Are the characters allowed to smoke on this forum?
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James smiled at Sol. "Our first date?" he smiled even wider when she laughed nervously. "Well, I don't see why not."
James picked at the chips on the table and thought. First date...honestly, all his first dates weren't really filled with happiness and sunshine. All the girls he'd dated ended up ending it when they got tired of being known as the 'good girl with the bad boy'. It made him so sick, but he had a feeling that Sol wasn't like that. He actually wasn't sure what she was. She had this uncommon beauty, and sweetness that stunned James, and made him wonder who exactly she was. "So how would you define a first date?" James asked, munching on a few chips.
((Sooooo short. Sorry.))

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I'll just take it as a yes.
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Rin was laying in her room, humming. "Who wants to live forever?" She sang quietly along to the song that was playing on her stereo. The thunder was complimenting the song nicely. After a few moments, she got up from her pathetic mood and grabbed her pack of cigerettes. She then went to the first floor and out the front door while taking one white stick out of the box along with a match. She looked at the pouring rain. She found it odd that it rained so much in California, which was usually sunny. She blew out some smoke and closed her eyes, taking in the rain while it lasted.

Sol smiled softly and she too munched on a few chips. They weren't the best tasting thing to her, but it did make her seem human. She paused and thought about his question. What did she think about a first date? How would she describe it? She leaned her head on her hand and thought a bit at this. "well, a first date is two people, going somewhere so they can get to know eachother.... They talk, and... Stuff like that." Sol laughed lightly. "but if they've been friends for a while, I suppose it would be something to start off their relationship as something more than just friends." she smiled and nodded at her description. "yes, that's it." she laughed softly and smiled. 
"which can you consider us?" she asked, smiling and looking at him. She would like to consider this date as the second description. I would be nice to have a boyfriend. She wondered if James could be a good boyfriend. He was so sweet to her, and though he looked like a badboy she thought he was very interesting, as if there were parts of her personality yet to be discovered. She liked that about him. 

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"You... think I'm gorgeous?" she said quietly, shyly.
Quill turned the slightly shade of pink there. Gosh is that what he said? Great. "Uh... well yeah." He said his eyes seeming to float up to the ceiling counting the spokes on the ceiling fan. After counting them a few times round he dared to look at her again.
"Only four a debatable five," he told her. It wasn't bragging or anything of that sort just a number a fact. "I mean this is just a stage kiss right?" he said and he found himself trying to reassure himself as well as her. "It just mean anything, and besides that it's not even technically you it's this princess character. Not to mention the plays timing it'll hardly last more than a second."
He paused looking at the script in his hand. "What's kissing feel like?" he repeated the question mulling it over in his head. "Good?" He laughed. "It's not something you can describe really it's something you feel. And I mean theres different types at all..." his eyes didn't meet her's as he talked and his cheeks were still hinted pink and growing darker as he thought. He couldn't count every time he'd kissed a girl. He knew every girl he kissed on the contrary. He tried to go over them a feeling something to help Amy understand but it was hard. Thinking of these girls was different. He hadn't liked them the same as he did Amy, and that did make a difference.
His first girlfriend for example, it was all innocent a peck that lasted only slightly longer than usual. But they didn't really know what to do with each other, and they weren't really dates they went on it was hanging at each others houses with parental super vision. The next two had gotten farther. Their kisses were longer more in depth but they hadn't really felt much different.
He remembered kissing Alice. He didn't think that a kiss really could get much better than that. She loved him, she'd said it. She was passionate in her kisses and he had strived to be passionate back. So by far on pure feelings they had to be the best. Besides that Alice was the first girl he ever made out with and all their relationship had been more mature.
Looking at Aimee though he had one question. One that he wouldn't dare asked. He'd thought it many times before though and that was, what would it be like to kiss Amy? He'd never felt such tingling sparks with anyone before, but all Aimee had to do was touch his hand and he felt them. All she had to do was smile and his heart flipped. That had to mean a kiss from her would be the best of them all wouldn't it?
Yes there were many types of kisses he couldn't imagine describing for Aimee and he didn't think he'd much want to describe but show.

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Yeah I don't think so. I mean I don't have any rules against it haha.

Thomas leaned against the railing watching each individual rain drop fall from the sky and land in a newly formed puddle. He was bored. Which wasn't really a normal thing for Thomas. He lived off of being bored, sleeping doing nothing. He wasn't ever bored because he never did anything and doing nothing was what he did. It's the circle that was him and he liked it. But looking out in the falling rain he wanting to do something anything.
He was in mid-debate about actually taking out his guitar and writing a song, not strumming usually as he usually did when the door opened. It was Rin, with cigarettes?
"You smoke?" he asked almost in disbelief. "Strick goody goody mother Rin smokes?"

Rin took another wiff and let it the smoke go again, "Obviously." Rin said in almost a snap. She was still slightly hurt from Thomas. Which was stupid, but what could she do? She always picked boys that didn't want her like that or anything. Rin didn't even really bother to look at him, she just stood there in the corner of the porch and smoked her cigarette in frusteration.

"Ouch," Thomas said turning so that it was his back to the rain his head leaning on the porch pole. He looked at her, she had a right to be mad at him. So he didn't blame her to much but he was bored and therefore this was his entertainment. "I guess I shouldn't be surprised with that tattoo and all," he smirked taughting the little thing he probably should have never saw. He'd woken up while Rin was changing, he hadn't meant to peak he'd swear to that. However he would not swear to not enjoying it.
For the most part he didn't regret his decision. Though he might grow to if Rin kept this attitude up. He was a loner a someone cursed to be single forever. He was never a good boy friend for more than a few months he knew it and he wouldn't have Rin end up hating him not over that. But looking at Rin he couldn't help but think that saying no might just be the speeded up result anyway.

"Vampire hunts in Germany, I got away." Rin stated, "1801." She smoked the last of the the cigarette before throwing the end somewhere in the woods, "You noticed it." She was very nonchalant about it, but she remembered that night. How they tied her in chains and gambled her French dresses away. The tattoo burned slightly when she thought about it. "It used to just be a bad scar, but in the eighties I got it covered with ink." Rin smirked.

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Aimee looked at him for a long time. She smiled shyly when she thought about how he had said she was gorgeous. That meant a lot coming from Quill. She thought about what he said. "I know it's just a character but... I can't do it." she admitted quietly. "Mitchell is a nice guy but when I look at him, all I see is Mitchell..." she muttered. She took in a nervous breath and looked over at him. 
It felt good, obviously. It always did in books or in movies. If it didn't feel good then why would people do it so much? She smiled to herself. He couldn't describe it... Then could he show her? Her heart pounded in her chest. "this is crazy but..." she whispered, turning to look at him. "could you show me..?" she whispered, embarrassed. "it won't mean anything if you don't want it to but..." she looked at the script, not wanting to meet his eyes. Her cheeks were bright red when she asked this but she didn't want anything more than to kiss him, and besides, he could help her so she wouldn't embarrass herself on stage. 
Aimee took the script back from quill and messed with it some more. He made her heart soar and pound. When they touched she could feel static - pleasing static, and it seemed as if the whole world lit up when he called out her name. No doubt she felt strongly for him. She loved him... She loved Quill. 

(( sorry my posts are pitiful. They'll get better, I promise D= ))

Thomas didn't have as response for that he merely hit his head on the wooden pole and stayed silent. Adverting his eyes he gave up on trying to talk sense into he he'd have to wait until she decided otherwise. If she decided otherwise. He took a few steps closer to her but just so that he could sit down on one of the porch chairs and stare out at the rain. He was still bored.

((Tis okay can't say my post is much better, haha.))

Rin looked at him, "Why don't you ever go out?" she asked, boredly making conversation. "I mean, I've been to a couple of bars here and there, you almost seem like that kind of person."
Especially since you swear to God that you can't hold a relationship down. Rin resisted the urge to roll her eyes. She turned towards him and leaned against the fence to face him straight on. Why not? She sighed.

Quill understood that. He never was an actor, never thought much about it. But he didn't think that it would be an easy thing to do kiss someone, wait Mitchell? He thought the dude was gay there was no way that he could dress that nicely on his budget without having some odd fashion fetish! Shaking the thought away he looked at Aimee.
She wanted him to kiss her? His heart leaped.
"I- um," he looked away for a second then realized who it must look like he didn't want to kiss her. And that was most definitely not the case. "It's just you must have been saving that first kiss for someone special I don't want to be the one to take it from you."

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"I've gone to the park a great few times," Thomas counter acted. "And bars? I can't exactly taste the alcohol now can I? And besides that I look eighteen I'd have to seduce the bartender to get a drop," his tone wasn't far out there more matter of factual. "I haven't gone to a bar since I last hunted last, other wise it just a bunch of drunk loud blokes yelling at the football games. No thank you." He'd rather risk getting yelled at by the librarians for sleeping in the stores.

Rin smirked, "It's a nice place to get pissed off. I guess." Rin looked away, "You know... to deal with money issues, meet guys, deal with relationship issues." Rin shifted uncomfortably, "Those kinds of things. There also good for taking people home." Rin smirked, she was bad. Rin looked at Thomas, her face was blank, but her eyes were yearning for him. She straight up wanted to hold him again. He "couldn't" though, and that is what killed her the most.

"Yes it's a great place to cultivate AIDS and other sexual deasies," Thomas said sarcastically watching her. What in the word was she doing, smoking talking of bars and hooking up with strangers. She might as well have gone off to join the play boy mansion staff while he wasn't looking. "Though really if thats the only reason you go to bar Rin you should look into prostitution at least that pays."

Aimee's eyes softened when he told her he didn't want to take the kiss from her. She stretched out her legs and looked at her feet on the floor. Suddenly, she seemed relaxed and calm. She smiled a little, but it was merely to herself. "Even if I do save it... it won't be for much longer." she said, "Mitchell ran around school telling everyone that he was going to kiss me on stage in a play." she rolled her eyes slightly and laughed a little bit. "he's going to make the best out of it, obviously..." she paused.
"I just don't want to grow up knowing I gave away my first kiss on a stage." she said and laughed a little, glancing over at Quill. "You don't have to kiss me if you don't want to." she said it with a smile on her face. How did she do that? Aimee picked up the script and stood, walking over to set it on her desk, pausing a moment before coming back to sit next to Quill again. She seemed a little distant, and in thought, so it was to be expected when she didn't realize that she was closer to Quill than before. She stared out at the balcony and just thought aimless things. She thought about Quill, and what it would feel like to kiss him.
She supposed she could ask someone else. "You're my best friend Quill, so... I feel like I can talk about anything with you." She glanced at him. If you won't kiss me, who should I give it away to? her eyes asked. She wanted him to be the one to kiss her, not one of the other football players. She didn't want James to either. That was just... weird. She pressed her fingers against her knees as she thought. Save your kisses for Alice, then. It hurts, but I suppose I shouldn't mind. If she makes you happy I could feel happy too.
Aimee looked away again and smiled to herself, but this one was weaker than the last. She wanted him to kiss her, obviously, but maybe the way she looked could have soared right over Quill's head, seeing as when she was easiest to read he couldn't understand at all.

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Thomas and Rin. Crazy convo you got there |D

I laughed at what Thomas said about prostitution XDDD ))