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- Jensen O'Callaghan - 01-08-2011 [html] wc 412. Another aw from Jens. :3 So this is what it's like to be in a place that seems to accept you for who you are. A pack that has similar ideas and likes as you do. It was weird, because for the longest time it had been only him. Now and then he would find someone he could discuss the arts with on a deeper level rather than just an amateur outlook, not to many seemed to have a grasp on it. He had met an Austrian man in England who had played the Piano like it had been born with him. He missed him in the sense he missed the conversation, the sharing and the knowledge. Maybe in Cercatori D'Arte he would have that with these people too.
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Holy shi--!
Valinta Speaks .Valinta b {font-weight:normal; color:#d38870; letter-spacing:.5px; } .Valintaooc {text-align:left;font-style:italic; padding: 5px 5px 5px 5px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:10px;color:#fff;} .Valinta p {text-indent:25px; padding:1px 10px 1px 10px; margin:0px;} .Valinta {margin:0 auto; width:440px; background-color:#000; background-image:url(http://i776.photobucket.com/albums/yy46 ... ntatab.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:3px double #fff; padding: 270px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: Lucida Sans Unicode, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#fff; line-height:12px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;word-spacing:.5px;} </style>[/html] - Jensen O'Callaghan - 01-08-2011 [html] out of character text Oh lord, was this girl nuts? She seemed to be either just a little bit wild, or she was on something. Who tries to get in through second story windows from a tree anyway? Also, what was she going off about with the whole 'stabbing her' thing? Not only did he have nothing to stab her with, he wouldn't anyway. It was a bit crazy to think that he would. It made him wonder what she'd done in the past. "Listen, lass. I'm not going to stab you-" And then she was off, trying to get back out the window. What was up with this brod?
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Well, I apologize for feeling pain.
Valinta Speaks .Valinta b {font-weight:normal; color:#d38870; letter-spacing:.5px; } .Valintaooc {text-align:left;font-style:italic; padding: 5px 5px 5px 5px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:10px;color:#fff;} .Valinta p {text-indent:25px; padding:1px 10px 1px 10px; margin:0px;} .Valinta {margin:0 auto; width:440px; background-color:#000; background-image:url(http://i776.photobucket.com/albums/yy46 ... ntatab.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:3px double #fff; padding: 270px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: Lucida Sans Unicode, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#fff; line-height:12px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;word-spacing:.5px;} </style>[/html] - Jensen O'Callaghan - 01-12-2011 [html] OOC here! Jensen to say the least was starting to get a bit irritated. She may have a grown body but her mind seemed to be stuck in the puppy stages. It was a cut, it would heal and she would live. Get over it and stop whining. That was his opinion anyway. By the way this woman was acting though you;d think he had swung at her with an axe. Why was she so jumpy? She'd been the one to break through his window and sneak inside. Shouldn't he be the one to be wary of the other?
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Nu, poshel na huĭ ....
Valinta Speaks .Valinta b {font-weight:normal; color:#d38870; letter-spacing:.5px; } .Valintaooc {text-align:left;font-style:italic; padding: 5px 5px 5px 5px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:10px;color:#fff;} .Valinta p {text-indent:25px; padding:1px 10px 1px 10px; margin:0px;} .Valinta {margin:0 auto; width:440px; background-color:#000; background-image:url(http://i776.photobucket.com/albums/yy46 ... ntatab.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:3px double #fff; padding: 270px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: Lucida Sans Unicode, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#fff; line-height:12px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;word-spacing:.5px;} </style>[/html] - Jensen O'Callaghan - 01-13-2011 [html] OOC here! Jensen decided that ignoring the muttering of Russian words was probably the best thing to do if he didn't want to completely snap at the girl. He wasn't stupid in assuming the words were insults. He gave them, and he could take them. They were just words, they didn't hurt him in any way. If insults hurt him, he would be ashamed to call himself a drinker, and Irishman and a man all at the same time. He could handle pretty much anything he'd come across. He'd had his ass handed to him a good few times in the past, but he didn't sulk over it. .jens-201 .ooc {font-style:italic; } .jens-201 p {padding:2px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .jens-201 b {color:#0F0A02; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .jens-201 {background-color:#927137; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/2010dec/jensen.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#593812; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:450px; text-align:justify; padding:200px 0px 10px 0px; } .jens-201-border {width:454px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:0 auto;} </style>[/html] - Valinta LeStrange - 01-13-2011 [html] OOC: this computer's being a bitch. so. no table for me. The look he gave her was distasteful, and Valinta returned it. She didn't want to deal with pissed boys right now. She wanted to give him the hug he needed, then ditch him to go visit J'adore. Because she needed to talk to him. She had come to a decision about being with him, and needed to tell him. She could right a note though. He understood Russian very well, so long as she didn't use any slang. Valinta hissed in a breath as the pressure was applied to her palm. It hurt like hell. But the pain quickly dulled itself and was then ignored. Watching the large male with keen yellow eyes, Valinta really didn't want to answer his question, but figured she'd have to. But he never specified language, did he? "YA dumal, vam nuzhno obnyatʹ." she said stubbornly. In Russian. Of course Russian. Always analyze if someone would know a language you knew, and if they didn't, you spoke in only that language. Knowledge of any other languages was gone. You were a native to Russia, England, Italy, where ever. Of course Valinta really was a native to Russia, but that didn't matter at all. No it didn't. Not at all. Now if he could stop looking so handsome and.... well, yummy, then Valinta would be good. She'd be better than good. She wouldn't be cheating on someone she may or may not have been in a relationship with. Valinta suffered horrible self-control, but the guilt she always felt afterwards was worse than anything that she could have done. It always was. [/html] - Jensen O'Callaghan - 01-13-2011 [html] out of character text So this was what she did for him helping her, after she broke into his new, well, new to him, house, started freaking out over a small cut and bled all over the place. Even after he helped her bandage it up, she was still going to talk to him in Russian. Well, wasn't this girl a pocket full of sunshine. It didn't seem like he was going to get any answers out of her at this point in time. He looked at her and ran a hand across his face. Looks like he'd have to play the nice card for a while.
.jensen-violin b {font-weight:bold; color:#631501; letter-spacing:1px; } .jensen-violin .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .jensen-violin p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .jensen-violin {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:#c9a988; background-image:url(http://solacerp.net/Orin/Jensen-violin.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #2a0e03; border-radius:5px; -moz-border-radius:5px; -webkit-border-radius:5px; padding: 240px 0px 5px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#2a0e03; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Valinta LeStrange - 01-13-2011 [html] Valinta sighed in an oddly frustrated manner, as if she was explaining something for the umpteenth time. "I thought. You needed. A hug." she enunciated carefully. "You looked like you were having a bad day. And now I just realize that maybe you weren't. And you were having the best of days. But you're just an ass, so you'll look pissed instead." Valinta, how ever ready she was to explain herself, didn't want to explain her crappy logic to him. So she made up an easy lie, that would definetly fit her at this time. "Doors are so passe. I don't want to go through a door. I prefer windows." she said. Tacking on a truth at the end, Valinta murmered a quiet "It was part of my upbringing." Which it was. After getting caught watching her father during his private meetings with the betas, she had been forced to tell how many times she'd watched the meetings. She had watched all of them since she learned where they were, and her father immediately set her on the track of espianage. Valinta had flourished in the company of her tutor, Danya. The Spy Mistress of the pack had been the best of the best, and only trained a few. Valinta had been one of those few. A woman known for lying and being able to get out of any situation was like a second mother to Valinta, in her lukewarm, condescending way. But the woman had moments of great warmth, when Valinta had injured herself attempting something too advanced. But she had gone quickly back into her cold shell. Danya had never liked giving more attention than necesary. Valinta looked at Jensen, and rolled her eyes at his large smile, but inwardly swooned. I am a spy. I have no emotions. He is a jackass. He hates me. she thought in a desperate attempt to not giggle like a loon. [/html] - Jensen O'Callaghan - 01-13-2011 [html] OOC here! Well it seemed that playing nice worked with this girl was the best way to go about getting her to talk in English rather than Russian. Though, it didn't seem to effect her on any level further than that. Whatever, that was fine with him. He wasn't trying to charm this girl, having her break into his house like that didn't exactly make him want to be your best buddy. Her motives however did seem awfully strange. A hug, seriously? He had been fine, though frustrated with the vines. He didn't need a hug because of that. He raised an eyebrow at her and then laughed. Calling her a jackass like that was...amusing to him. She was going to call him a jackass, after all this? The girl had a sense of humor, even if she didn't mean it to be funny, he thought it was. He shook his head in an amused manor before he leaned back against the wall, exposed brick cool on his fur. "Well, if you wanted a hug, you just had to ask. Doors are not overrated. I suggest using them next time you enter my house, or at least give me a warning first." He crossed his arms over his chest, having some of her blood smeared on his hands from when he had bandaged her.
.jens-201 .ooc {font-style:italic; } .jens-201 p {padding:2px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .jens-201 b {color:#0F0A02; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .jens-201 {background-color:#927137; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/2010dec/jensen.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#593812; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:450px; text-align:justify; padding:200px 0px 10px 0px; } .jens-201-border {width:454px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:0 auto;} </style>[/html] - Valinta LeStrange - 01-13-2011 [html] Valinta snorted. "I am called Valinta." she said, giving up a small smile. "Valinta LeStrange." Shrugging, Valinta collapsed on an old chair that was nearby. "I don't know about doors." Lifting a brow from her place on the chair, she idly murmered, "I'll be sure to come calling next time I need a hug." Stretching like a cat, Valinta looked at the house that she found herself in. She'd been too busy focusing on the fact that she was bleeding, he was annoying her, and he was overly good-looking to pay attention to the house, which had obviously been a nice one back when the li'l ol' humans had been struttin' they stuff. But back to the large man in front of her. Jensen was really tall. Valinta just noticed that. Tall to the point of the embarresing his-waist-her-eye-level scenario she often dealt with. It was that way with Shawchert and J'adore, too. Pretty much all males. Valinta was a midget, it seemed. Among giants. Really, really attractive giants. Valinta noticed she was kind of staring at Jensen's crotch and snapped her gaze up. Damn it. she thought simply. There wasn't much else to think, really. But she could give him a hug. He looked really huggable. Of course a chair would be neccesary, what with the whole heights issue. That was too awkward for Valinta. She was just too small to hug him. She'd end up hugging his leg. [/html] - Jensen O'Callaghan - 01-13-2011 [html] OOC here! Valinta, eh? Well, her surname seemed to suit her well. Strange was one of the words he would use to describe her for sure. He didn't care if it was mean, at this point, being nice in his head was completely out of the question. That line had been crossed a long time ago. He watched her sit down in the old chair and just watched her as she spoke. Well, at least she was going to warn him. Still, entering through a window wasn't the best way to greet him for the first time, or any other time after that to tell the truth. .jens-201 .ooc {font-style:italic; } .jens-201 p {padding:2px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .jens-201 b {color:#0F0A02; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .jens-201 {background-color:#927137; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/2010dec/jensen.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#593812; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:450px; text-align:justify; padding:200px 0px 10px 0px; } .jens-201-border {width:454px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:0 auto;} </style>[/html] |