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- Caprica D'Angelo - 01-03-2012 [html]
- Mido - 01-04-2012 [html] Word Count :: 409 Points::3 OOC:: MMMMmmm. Toasty He sat on the edge of his bed leaning over as he carefully slid his knives across the sharpening stone. He had been at this since the moment he had risen for the day. Meticulously going through all his weapons that had edges and sharpening them back into a lethal state. As he worked through the variety of sharp objects he tapped his feet on the floor out of impulse unsure why but he was doing so. Stopping what he was doing, he abruptly looked up with a disgruntled look on his face; his stomach officially had decided enough was enough and made it very known. Had anyone else been near him they certainly would have heard the call of the wild from the bottomless pit he called his stomach. alright already, I’m going, I’m going. I’ll do anything to shut you up.He sighed heavily as he got up from the bed to go pay a little visit to the kitchen, in hopes of finding himself something to eat. Although half the time the male ended up going to the kitchen looking for something he wanted like it would magically appear and end up leaving empty handed. Exiting the hall of dens he made a bee line for the kitchen walking quickly, he didn’t want to waste hardly any time on this. Once inside the kitchen he walked along the wall of shelves stopping periodically to move stuff aside looking for something desirable. In the process of doing all this he made a lot of noise, enough so that he didn’t notice anyone else in the room with him. He turned around and squatted down looking amongst the shelving beneath the table. Standing up Mido nearly had a heart attack; in front of him looking elsewhere was the heavily black colored female whose name he didn’t know. He recalled seeing her from Alaki’s promotional ceremony, and since then he hadn’t seen any trace of the girl. Hey there I’m Mido, you looking for something in particular? He asked the woman. Obviously she was after something food or drink related, she was in the kitchen after all. Mido leaned against the table separating the two of them, she seemed not to have noticed that he was speaking to her or she may have been really focused. He continued to look at her, her fur was nearly dark as night, she was rather attractive the male thought to himself. Table by the Mentors! .K22911_OctIsAFrog p {padding:0px 15px 5px 15px; margin:0px; text-indent:25px;} .K22911_OctIsAFrog b {font-family:times new roman; color:#fcba08; margin:5px; font-size:13px; font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:2px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #000000;} .K22911_OctIsAFrog {background-color:#2e1411; font-family: times new roman, serif; font-size:14px; color:#d12e11; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #282147; line-height:16px; width:400px; text-align:justify; background-image:url(http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c73/p ... tabpik.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:0px 0px 200px 0px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; border-radius:8px; } .K22911_OctIsAFrog-border {width:402px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto; border-radius:8px;} p.template-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:425px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;}</style> - Caprica D'Angelo - 01-06-2012 [html]
- Mido - 01-08-2012 [html] Word Count :: 441 Points::3 OOC:: He just can’t help himself, he can be such a flirt, and he is definitely ogling Caprica. The half and half wasn’t exactly sure what the bottles on the table were for, but obviously the woman had something in mind as she had them all pulled out and wore a look of contemplation o her face. In a few of the jars was what looked to be alcohol, and in the rest were herbs of some sort. Mido recalled seeing her at Alaki’s ceremony, but he was struggling to remember the girls’ name, he had heard it before, now having seen her closer in person he wracked his brain for the answer. After a couple moments he got it, she was Caprica, one of Nanikos’ children. By the time she seemed to fully realize that she hadn’t been alone she was startled by the males presence. He understood the feeling of being caught by surprise; their other fellow pack mates had this same effect on him from time to time. He stared at her, not as if there was anything unusual about her, because there wasn’t. There was something about the D’Angelo that seemed to keep him captivated; he couldn’t quite put his finger on it though. She addressed the Dasa by his name; she said something about her lack of attention and and how she remembered him from the party. That was okay though, it wasn’t ones job to pay attention really, so she was quite alright. The dark as night female mentioned not knowing what to do with her evening. One option she had was to make herself some tea and go to bed, and then she started saying something else but stopped, leaving it as an open ended option. Midos’ ears twitched, he wasn’t sure if she had other plans, but he now realized that he was rather lonely. He leaned his upper half on the table, resting upon his fore arms as he fiddled with a scratch in the table top with one of his finger nails. Going to bed, this early in the night? Wouldn’t that be a little silly? he asked her being funny. She wasn’t just a pretty face; her name was very nice too. Or… I could really use some company, being alone is slightly depressing. In her hands were two bottles and on her face was a smile that spoke much. He moved from leaning on his arms to one elbow on the table, he propped up his head with a hand. The mix couldn’t help but not take his eyes off hers; a really friendly smile had taken possession of his face. Would you mind having some company tonight? He asked, one finger tapping on the table. Table by the Mentors! .K22911_OctIsAFrog p {padding:0px 15px 5px 15px; margin:0px; text-indent:25px;} .K22911_OctIsAFrog b {font-family:times new roman; color:#fcba08; margin:5px; font-size:13px; font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:2px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #000000;} .K22911_OctIsAFrog {background-color:#2e1411; font-family: times new roman, serif; font-size:14px; color:#d12e11; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #282147; line-height:16px; width:400px; text-align:justify; background-image:url(http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c73/p ... tabpik.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:0px 0px 200px 0px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; border-radius:8px; } .K22911_OctIsAFrog-border {width:402px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto; border-radius:8px;} p.template-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:425px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;}</style> [/html] - Caprica D'Angelo - 01-10-2012 [html]
- Mido - 01-11-2012 [html] Word Count ::417 Points::3 OOC:: The dark woman agreed the idea of going to bed early with tea was silly. It was silly, what was the sense in being alone if there was someone willing to spend time with you? She also seemed to understand the being lonely thing to not be so great either. He started to find it just a little strange that she understood his dilemma’s so well. Caprica commented that they must have been very boring if they couldn’t handle being by themselves. What was disappointing was that she was right. Most of the time the Dasa was either training or working out, and if wasn’t doing one of those he was dead to the world asleep and ignorant of what went on. He really hated being boring, but he didn’t have anybody that he just spent time with that wasn’t dedicated to training. I am boring, if I’m not with anybody. He lightly brought the topic at hand to her. She said they should hang out. I would very much like to hang out with you. He still leaned on the table trying to be closer to her without up and walking over to her and being in her personal space. Did it really matter that he liked her, and that he felt his heart rhythmically pound in his chest like a love struck boy. He couldn’t remember the last time he had this problem, which is how little time he spent around women, unbelievable. Coming back to the here and now that wasn’t inside his head, Caprica, said she would rethink the tea idea and proceeded to ask if he ever tried apple wine. He never had it before, but he could imagine the two together, he liked apples and wine so he was assuming he would enjoy it. No, I can’t say that I have. He smiled enjoying the idea of a drink… or two with a girl that he found to be easy on the eyes. He recalled the last time he had any form of alcohol, he ended up getting wasted, and that somehow led to getting jumped by a group of canines and having all his stuff stolen from his person. But Mido didn’t foresee being jumped by other canines after drinking with Caprica. It’s been a long time since I have had alcohol, especially with company. He told her, honestly not knowing how he would handle it, he couldn’t remember how his tolerance was for the stuff. Table by the Mentors! .K22911_OctIsAFrog p {padding:0px 15px 5px 15px; margin:0px; text-indent:25px;} .K22911_OctIsAFrog b {font-family:times new roman; color:#fcba08; margin:5px; font-size:13px; font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:2px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #000000;} .K22911_OctIsAFrog {background-color:#2e1411; font-family: times new roman, serif; font-size:14px; color:#d12e11; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #282147; line-height:16px; width:400px; text-align:justify; background-image:url(http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c73/p ... tabpik.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:0px 0px 200px 0px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; border-radius:8px; } .K22911_OctIsAFrog-border {width:402px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto; border-radius:8px;} p.template-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:425px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;}</style> [/html] - Caprica D'Angelo - 01-18-2012 [html]
- Mido - 01-18-2012 [html] Word Count ::453 Points::3 OOC::=) Whether one of them was boring or not, it didn’t matter all the same to Mido. He was having a honestly pleasant conversation with a woman that he thought was very attractive. They were getting ready to drink together and share each other’s company. She hadn’t told the male to get lost or anything like that, so he was absolutely ecstatic. He thought he had been crazy, but he could swear that she winked at him while she uncorked the bottle, shortly after him saying it had been a while since he last had any kind of alcohol. He wasn’t sure how to take her wink, but he figured it would be best to not think of it like he wanted to. The half and half was really a light-weight when it came to the subject of alcohol, probably due to the fact that he rarely touched the stuff. Caprica said that what they would be drinking wasn’t too strong and that she was a novice at brewing. This was probably a good thing that it wasn’t strong, this meant that he wouldn’t be tanked by the time they were done with it, hopefully anyway. This calmed his nerves greatly, for when the mix got to drinking he always got to be a little too honest and very open personally. She poured the wine into two beer mugs, one for him and one for herself. She slid one of the mugs over to him, very gracefully he thought, her eyes hadn’t moved a bit. He took his eyes off hers to make sure he didn’t miss the ceramic. Picking it up in his left hand he placed the tankard to his lips pausing before taking a sip, the huskadore locked eyes with the nearly dark as night woman. He tipped his head back just slightly allowing the liquid to fall into his mouth. Swallowing the wine he looked down at the mug, and put his other hand around it. The flavor seemed to have performed this elaborate dance inside his mouth, tickling many of his taste buds. It may not have been strong, but it was very flavorful, sweet and not that bitter, which is what he normally associated with wine, was bitter. As far as he was concerned the weaker it was the more they could have and still be functional after all was said and done. Wow Caprica, this wine tastes really great. He spoke to her with a tone of good surprise. Did you make this yourself? He asked unsure if it was her who concocted this liquor. Mido wondered if this was what she made, what else she was good at. He took another sip, enjoying how it tasted. Table by the Mentors! .K22911_OctIsAFrog p {padding:0px 15px 5px 15px; margin:0px; text-indent:25px;} .K22911_OctIsAFrog b {font-family:times new roman; color:#fcba08; margin:5px; font-size:13px; font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:2px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #000000;} .K22911_OctIsAFrog {background-color:#2e1411; font-family: times new roman, serif; font-size:14px; color:#d12e11; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #282147; line-height:16px; width:400px; text-align:justify; background-image:url(http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c73/p ... tabpik.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:0px 0px 200px 0px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; border-radius:8px; } .K22911_OctIsAFrog-border {width:402px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto; border-radius:8px;} p.template-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:425px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;}</style> [/html] - Caprica D'Angelo - 01-19-2012 [html]
- Mido - 01-19-2012 [html] Word Count ::503 Points::5 OOC:: It so turned out to indeed be her who concocted the wine they were now drinking together. She admitted that it was her very first time at attempting to make liquor; she had got the idea for it from one of the human text books. For her first try at brewing alcohol it was undeniably delicious, almost as if she had done it before. Mido found himself constantly nose deep into the human texts, constantly learning something about them and the way they did things, from the religions they practiced to their inventions, to the way they attempted to manipulate the earth for their own well being, they were really intriguing creatures. She encouraged the half and half to drink up, for there were five more bottles of the liquid gold on the table that she had pointed to. Thank god there was more of it because he was nearly done with his first mug of wine and really wanted more, but there was no sense in having a tankard in each hand, he didn’t need it that bad. For a moment he thought they were still on the subject of alcohol when she initially said it was her job. He was confused about what she said, because he didn’t think there was a liquor creation position here in Anathema that would have been a really great job to have, especially if they enjoyed drinking. The dark captivating woman completed her statement by informing the Dasa that she was one of the crafters. She solved the problem of confusion and curiosity in the male’s mind. Her job was to make things for Anathema’s inhabitants to use. Taking another drink from the mug she spoke his name, it sounded like there was emphasis on it for a change of subject. Caprica asked the multicolored male if he had found his destiny here yet. Destiny was always an interesting topic to him, his ears twitched anytime he heard that word. He didn’t exactly believe in it, he really felt that the individual was responsible for whatever happened around them. He hated to hear that things happened for a reason. He swallowed the last bit of wine that remained in the ceramic he held. The whole time it seemed to him that her gorgeous green eyes never let his. He gently put the tankard down on the table’s scratched up surface. The huskadore tilted his head slightly and gave the female crafter a genuine smile. I don’t know if I would call it destiny. I have this strange need to try and protect those around me, so I entered the warrior ranks and became one of the Dasa here. There was nothing that made Mido feel more alive than being able to use his strength and efforts to help keep others safe. He had a troubled past that included a lot of him and those who were important to him being hurt and abused. So being a warrior seemed to be the answer to his uncertainties. Table by the Mentors! .K22911_OctIsAFrog p {padding:0px 15px 5px 15px; margin:0px; text-indent:25px;} .K22911_OctIsAFrog b {font-family:times new roman; color:#fcba08; margin:5px; font-size:13px; font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:2px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #000000;} .K22911_OctIsAFrog {background-color:#2e1411; font-family: times new roman, serif; font-size:14px; color:#d12e11; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #282147; line-height:16px; width:400px; text-align:justify; background-image:url(http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c73/p ... tabpik.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:0px 0px 200px 0px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; border-radius:8px; } .K22911_OctIsAFrog-border {width:402px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto; border-radius:8px;} p.template-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:425px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;}</style> [/html] - Caprica D'Angelo - 01-20-2012 [html]
- Mido - 01-20-2012 [html] Word Count ::465 Points::3 OOC:: She made a short comment calling him a soldier, making it obvious to him that she knew about the rank system well enough. The beautifully dark colored woman questioned if it was dull for him in Anathema. He thought about it for a moment. Maybe it would a little boring if one weren’t doing anything with themselves. But for Mido that really wasn’t an issue. He has always had a tendency to not be happy with the skills he had or what he could. He always found himself lacking something, so he strived to be better, enhancing his gifts and talents, always learning something knew from anybody willing to teach. When it came to the male’s eagerness to learn new things it wasn’t limited to the idea of being a warrior, he was willing to learn anything at all that he didn’t know. It seemed like a full time job always trying to make himself better, but it made him happy so it was all okay. Something else that Caprica said was that nobody attacks Anathema, and they wouldn’t dare do it in the first place. Her attitude came off as teasing and fun, but she actually made him think about it. She was right, the multicolored mix had lived here in Anathema for several months now, and as far as he knew they hadn’t been attacked. He wondered a little about the other part of her statement that they wouldn’t dare it. Mido understood that Anathema had some decent warriors, but there numbers certainly were by no means jaw dropping, he figured that they were small, but strong none the less. Picking up the empty beer mug the male walked around the table to where Caprica and the other five bottles of wine were. He grabbed the open bottle, his large hand enclosed around it’s circumference. He poured the remainder of the bottle into his tankard, not entirely filling it but close enough. He took one of the other color tinted glass containers and pushed it toward the female crafter seeing if she wanted more of the great tasting liquor. Why is that Caprica? Why wouldn’t anyone dare to attack us? He wondered if she knew something he didn’t. Granted that the dog mix lived here now, he didn’t know if Anathema held some kind of reputation, for he hadn’t visited another pack before. The male now close to her locked his icy blues with her captivating jade green eyes. He leaned his right hand on the table, bearing part of his weight on its surface. Mido wondered whether or not him moving closer would make her uncomfortable, deep down he hoped that it wouldn’t bother her. He could see the dark woman better; he could now clearly see every little detail about her. Table by the Mentors! .K22911_OctIsAFrog p {padding:0px 15px 5px 15px; margin:0px; text-indent:25px;} .K22911_OctIsAFrog b {font-family:times new roman; color:#fcba08; margin:5px; font-size:13px; font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:2px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #000000;} .K22911_OctIsAFrog {background-color:#2e1411; font-family: times new roman, serif; font-size:14px; color:#d12e11; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #282147; line-height:16px; width:400px; text-align:justify; background-image:url(http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c73/p ... tabpik.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:0px 0px 200px 0px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; border-radius:8px; } .K22911_OctIsAFrog-border {width:402px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto; border-radius:8px;} p.template-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:425px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;}</style> [/html] - Caprica D'Angelo - 01-20-2012 [html]
- Mido - 01-21-2012 [html] Word Count ::528 Points::5 OOC:: Caprica answered his question in her own unique way about why it was that nobody seemed to attack them. She said they were bad-asses, he wondered about her statement. She went on to list several individuals including herself and Mido, eventually being all inclusive in that they were scary and nobody wanted them as enemies. He pondered over this for a moment; she was right about Alaki at least. The Dasa had never dealt with the Rakeeb personally, but he heard tales and terrifying stories about the man. The mix thought of a few others he had been in company with, Axelle was a talented warrior herself, Aeron was just a little bit crazy, Venom was a strong guy too. Their strength just grew exponentially inside his head the more he thought about it. The female crafter took the bottle that he pushed toward her and opened it with the cork opener she grabbed. She poured herself a tankard, making the male feel slightly better as if he wouldn’t be doing the majority of drinking between the two of them; he hated to feel singled out. Mido leaned against the table looking at the midnight dark woman. She asked where the half and half had come from, and then asked how it compared to Anathema. He blinked softly, thinking about her question. Where did I come from? He repeated it reaffirming her question. He wiggled where he stood reminding himself of his bearings, not removing his gaze from hers he took his hand pointed behind his head, which was at the wall, but he was going to explain about where he was from. You ever heard of a place called America? Humans also called it the United States, the edge of that country isn’t too far from here. Thinking about his trip here made him laugh at how long it actually was, but he wasn’t going to waste time trying to put it into perspective. I lived primarily in America, never leaving the country till I moved here. With in that country my family had me bouncing around so many states that I rather not count them. He stopped speaking for second, the Huskadore felt like he was going to talk the poor girl’s ear off. He thought about how any place in America compared to Anathema, there wasn’t much to think about, there was no comparison between the two places. Coming to Anathema was like dying and going to heaven for Mido. Honestly? There is no comparison, America doesn’t even hold a candle light to Anathema. He looked at her with gentle eyes, his mind filled with memories of his past. It’s not even so much the place that matters to me, but the individuals that make it up are what’s important. There’s Naniko, Panda, Aeron, Axelle, they’re all like family. I thought it was a little weird how a group of complete strangers were able to accept me and treat me better than I ever have by anyone before… He paused taking a sip of wine from the tankard, he let the liquid easily slide down his throat before he finshed. …And then there’s you Caprica. Table by the Mentors! .K22911_OctIsAFrog p {padding:0px 15px 5px 15px; margin:0px; text-indent:25px;} .K22911_OctIsAFrog b {font-family:times new roman; color:#fcba08; margin:5px; font-size:13px; font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:2px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #000000;} .K22911_OctIsAFrog {background-color:#2e1411; font-family: times new roman, serif; font-size:14px; color:#d12e11; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #282147; line-height:16px; width:400px; text-align:justify; background-image:url(http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c73/p ... tabpik.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:0px 0px 200px 0px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; border-radius:8px; } .K22911_OctIsAFrog-border {width:402px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto; border-radius:8px;} p.template-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:425px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;}</style> [/html] - Caprica D'Angelo - 01-22-2012 [html]
- Mido - 01-23-2012 [html] Word Count ::457 Points::3 OOC:: After the male was finished with the unnecessary speech he had made he remembered to breathe, finally catching his breath. The daughter of Naniko questioned Mido about what he said concerning her, asking how she was different. It was a good question, and not an easy one to answer either. He thought to himself about anything and everything that made her different. You’re really going to make me work for this huh? The fact that he felt drawn to her was one reason. He couldn’t recall ever being really interested in girl before now. Any woman could pass by him and he generally could care less, not giving them a single thought. But not the D’Angelo who stood in front of him; had she walked by, he would have to stop and stare. Was it something about her personality and the she acted that he liked? She seemed smart, and she came off as kind and caring individual. She was talented, capable of making a decent liquor and probably tons of other awesome things he had no clue about. The female crafter was nothing short of beautiful. The male would be happy just staring into her jade green eyes for hours on end. The fur that made up her coat was a shade of black that made him think of the midnight sky. It was hard to understand himself, probably making the whole thing even harder to explain. The half and half knew almost nothing about her, but he felt at place being near her. Thinking about it, he felt aware, alive, content, and dare he say really good being in her company, no thanks to the alcohol, he only had two cups, he wasn’t anywhere near buzzed. Mido stopped thinking for second, some kind of slow realization occurred. Did he like her, more than just out of interest and company?! He just met this girl! You like her. So what the hell are you waiting for, some kind of invitation? Tell her already. The voice inside his head that he rarely had to deal with decided to put its two cents in. Maybe that was what made her different; she wasn’t just any other ordinary woman. Coming back to the here and now from his mind, he returned his gaze to hers. You asked how you were different. There’s just something about you that I can’t quite put my finger on, that just grabs me and I can’t deny. I don’t think there is any other way to put it, I like you Caprica. He said it, the full realization had settled into him. His heart pounded away at the wall inside his chest. He just didn’t know what she would do in response to this. Table by the Mentors! .K22911_OctIsAFrog p {padding:0px 15px 5px 15px; margin:0px; text-indent:25px;} .K22911_OctIsAFrog b {font-family:times new roman; color:#fcba08; margin:5px; font-size:13px; font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:2px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #000000;} .K22911_OctIsAFrog {background-color:#2e1411; font-family: times new roman, serif; font-size:14px; color:#d12e11; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #282147; line-height:16px; width:400px; text-align:justify; background-image:url(http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c73/p ... tabpik.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:0px 0px 200px 0px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; border-radius:8px; } .K22911_OctIsAFrog-border {width:402px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto; border-radius:8px;} p.template-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:425px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;}</style> [/html] - Caprica D'Angelo - 01-23-2012 [html]
- Mido - 01-25-2012 [html] Word Count ::519 Points::5 OOC:: There it was, in the form of a not so great conjured statement. What was on his mind would have eaten slowly eaten him from the inside out had he left it unmanaged and bottled up inside. It felt like a huge relief to just say it, like taking a hundred pounds off his already pretty well weighted body. Putting it out there like he did he imagined the worse in return from her, scaring her off, and having her not at least wishing to be his friend would be his worst nightmare come true. He carefully watched her, his icy blues never leaving her for any second. To the male she looked hesitant about his words, they seemed to cause her stop and think. Apparently his words made her feel special, but in turn she asked if that meant that he didn’t like any of the others. That hadn’t been the case, if that was how he made it sound. Not liking the others wasn’t the issue, he liked them, but this like that he felt toward the other packmates was more of a common appreciation or respect of sorts. The like that he felt for Caprica was more than mutual respect or common courtesy. With the others he didn’t feel the need or want to go out of his way to get to know them or be around them. Concerning the female crafter, he was genuinely interested in her. The male wanted to get to know her, she seemed unique and it made him wonder about her. The half and half began to think he may have come off too strong too fast. The D’Angelo said she owed the Dasa more alcohol, and that those sorts of compliments didn’t come cheap. She slid the bottle toward him, he caught it by the neck of the color tinted glass. He shrugged taking the wine he poured another mug full; he’d had two why not three? The alcohol hadn’t affected him in the slightest yet, unfortunate, it’d be easy to blame what he said on the liquor, too late now. In his head he thought too himself that there shouldn’t be a price for a kind of compliment. Mido felt stupid and rash by just saying what was on his mind and not filtering it out. Caprica I’m sorry. I’m young, stupid and ignorant. You’re attractive and you seem nice, talented, and unique, I’m just very interested in you. I just said what was on my mind and I probably shouldn’t have. He was by far not the wisest of mutts. Just please tell me I didn’t chase you off at least. It might have already been too late. He was trying to move too fast, and not taking the proper steps required in any form relationship. Everybody needed time and chance to actually get to know somebody, he needed to slow down and be realistic. He pushed the bottle away from him, out of his reach so he would get any more. He may drink what was in his hand but he wasn’t going to chance getting intoxicated. Table by the Mentors! .K22911_OctIsAFrog p {padding:0px 15px 5px 15px; margin:0px; text-indent:25px;} .K22911_OctIsAFrog b {font-family:times new roman; color:#fcba08; margin:5px; font-size:13px; font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:2px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #000000;} .K22911_OctIsAFrog {background-color:#2e1411; font-family: times new roman, serif; font-size:14px; color:#d12e11; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #282147; line-height:16px; width:400px; text-align:justify; background-image:url(http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c73/p ... tabpik.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:0px 0px 200px 0px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; border-radius:8px; } .K22911_OctIsAFrog-border {width:402px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto; border-radius:8px;} p.template-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:425px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;}</style> [/html] - Caprica D'Angelo - 01-26-2012 [html]
- Mido - 01-27-2012 [html] Word Count ::611 Points::5 OOC:: He tried to apologize for the way he just let the words fall out of his mouth like he did by ridiculing himself. He didn’t even think really, having not made the transition from his thoughts into the words that escaped his lips he just threw his raw thought at her, he now remembered why he liked to make adjustments to what he said before hand, but he forgot to do this with the female crafter. She abruptly demanded that he stop what he had been saying. Caprica’s tone actually caught him off guard, he looked at her, she seemed kind of tense, almost as if she would get physical with him had he been within her reach. She said that she could tell he was not anything he said he was minus the being young part. Young the mix certainly had been, he was only two. Definitely nowhere near as mature as he probably should be, and far from wise in any way shape or form. The D’Angelo told him that it was alright and that she liked him liking her. Looking at her grin he wondered if she was actually okay with it. She questioned him on what he said about chasing her off, like it was impossible. Apparently she wasn’t going anywhere. When she said that he didn’t exactly think about the here and now, it was more of them. As long as she would be in Anathema and he could be friends with her that was all that really mattered to him. Though it was winter, and even inside the cave was kind of chilly, it was like a warm breeze came over him, comforting him and putting his mind at ease. There was still half the bottle left, he nearly forgot about the alcohol, not like it was important or anything. The nightly colored woman stated they didn’t drink a toast, and asked if they should drink to Naniko as if she were a queen, and they were the subjects. Mido was about to take a drink from the ceramic mug, when he burst out laughing. He laughed so hard briefly that his abs hurt. Naniko was their almighty leader and she might as well have been a queen. But the idea of them being subjects just killed him, he would make such a terrible subject honestly. Wait a minute though Caprica. If Naniko was the queen that would automatically make you the princess wouldn’t it? She could pull off the princess role pretty well, she was beautiful like one. The thought of that kind of system just made him snicker a little. Shame on you! You know royalty shouldn’t be in the presence of a commoner don’t you? He was being funny with the thought she instilled in him. With the tankard still near his face he tilted it in her direction, only able to see her out of his brown blue split colored eye. He was finally comfortable nearly having completely forgotten about everything that happened before she killed him like a well experienced comedian. He didn’t entirely forget, he didn’t think the way he felt about her would change. But at least he could shove it into a dark corner in the back of his mind for the time being, and actually enjoy her company without making him and her feel awkward and uncomfortable. The Dasa still leaned against the table’s edge; he wiggled his feet, moving closer to her. Well then, here’s a toast to friends, family, the unshakable will of Anathema and good times to come. Mido held out his tankard toward Caprica, just close enough for her to reach his. Table by the Mentors! .K22911_OctIsAFrog p {padding:0px 15px 5px 15px; margin:0px; text-indent:25px;} .K22911_OctIsAFrog b {font-family:times new roman; color:#fcba08; margin:5px; font-size:13px; font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:2px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #000000;} .K22911_OctIsAFrog {background-color:#2e1411; font-family: times new roman, serif; font-size:14px; color:#d12e11; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #282147; line-height:16px; width:400px; text-align:justify; background-image:url(http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c73/p ... tabpik.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:0px 0px 200px 0px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; border-radius:8px; } .K22911_OctIsAFrog-border {width:402px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto; border-radius:8px;} p.template-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:425px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;}</style> [/html] |