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Krystalle Horzana · 02-20-2011, 09:08 PM

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Freaking failpost. My later ones will be better, I swear.

She was, for lack of words, ECSTATIC. After the brief meeting with Shawchert and the beautiful russet-haired woman, Krystalle had started to seek out the single-bodied men she had been told were there. Surprisingly enough, it was harder to find him than she expected. Senorita didn't seem to appreciate being dragged all over the strange territory, either, much to the displeasure of the wolfdog. She was starting to act up, backing away and making noises. Krystalle tried to calm her, to no avail.

It was easier to control her once she found the way into the small settlement on the northwestern part of Cercatori d'Arte, and much to the Californian's luck, it was easier to find Mars too. She sniffed at the air, searching for familiar scents; he must have been living there for a while, since the place reeked with typical Russo scent. "Hey, look, mija. They didn't lie to us," she mumbled, searching the grounds for familiar figures.

Her nose brought her to a smaller section, with a few homes and what looked like a store. That's where it ended. Mars' trail stopped at a door to some house and Krystalle fidgeted uneasily before it, wondering if she should knock. It'd been a while. How could she be so sure he'd remember her? The thought alone made her smile and laugh; if he was going to forget anyone, it wouldn't be her. Raising a fist, she rapped against the surface of the home. One, two, three. Three knocks and she waited, stroking Senorita's neck gently as she waited, hoping that he was actually home.

Mars Bartholomew Russo · 02-22-2011, 11:02 PM

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ooc: Big Grin +5

Blink. Sharp inhale. Blink. Slow, painful exhale. Bartholomew was back in the house again. Just like everyday he decided to take the body. Something in the air yelled Bartholomew today, so the man was quick to take over. Bart woke up in the middle of Mars playing his white guitar downstairs in the living room. There had been no altercation between the two, Mars willingly stepping aside for Bartholomew to take over and look around dumbly for a minute before getting up from where he was sitting. There was another sharp inhale before the man had set the guitar on the wall, safe from falling over so that Mars would not bitch at him later for it. Bart looked to his door, and there was a tapping. He cocked his head. Was Mars expecting someone? Mars never normally had people over, and he didn't have too many friends (though there had been some time where Mars was seen with more than one person. Bart figured that it was because of some other reason than just having friends over. The crowd didn't look like the ones Mars would hang with.) and was as elusive as a snow leopard once was to humans. Bart thought about who could be there for some time, and he moved through the house as silently as he could so that the one at his door would not see him or his shadow. His head cocked lightly as he tried to scent who it was through the door. No luck though, the wind was not blowing against his door, so the smell did not sink into the door,and if he was too close to the door, then the person on the other side would be able to see his shadow behind the door, and they would probably hear the old floorboards that were by the doorway. He couldn't see the one through the front window either, since they were too close to the door. He snorted lightly before he had decided that he might as well just answer it.

Bartholomew walked up to the door and he turned the handle with his hand and pulled it open slowly, a steel blue eye peeking at who it was as he opened the door. Who he saw was a surprise, and hisjaw dropped as he looked and saw that large blonde and black mohawk. He then looked at the woman,her and her pink eyes, and a warm smile brought itself across his lips. He swung the rest of the door open and he had jumped out of it and he threw his arms around the woman in a possessive embrace. Well lookit who's here! It mah pretty little Kriss-kriss!! the man spoke, his voice littered with little chuckles as he had spoken to the Californian chica. Ya' see where Mars be takin' us? Ta'fuckin cold-assville! I thin'he got tired of da' heatin Cali, little Krissy. Bart spoke to the woman, grin plastered on his bi-colored maw. Bartholomew then looked to the woman's company, her Senorita! Bart smiled and reached a hand out to the mare and pet her once she allowed him to. Senorita! Ya' look as beautifuls as always, my equine friend! the man complimented.

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Krystalle Horzana · 02-23-2011, 11:01 AM

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She waited, nervous, for the door to open and to see the uniquely patterned wolf she had chased across the remnants of the United States. Senorita seemed to fair better at the moment than her Luperci friend, as if she knew everything was okay. Krystalle fidgeted, adjusting and readjusting until the door started to open. She stopped all movement, leaning forward to peer back at the single blue eye that peeked out past the entrance. The rest of the door swung itself open, revealing the smiling face of the dual-soul male she had missed just so much. Before she could speak, he wrapped her up in the possessive hug that told her it was Bartholomew Cubbins, and not Mars Russo, who stood before her. His accent solidified that fact.

It's mah pretty little Kriss-Kriss!

The Californian clutched at his shoulders with a forgotten despiration she hadn't felt since the disappearance of the male. His grin remained as he spoke, the topic being Mars and his habit of simply picking up and leaving. He had just left. And she was left behind. Though she hadn't felt much when she started the journey, as she clung to her friend and realized that Mars had, without any attempt to collect her, simply left, she felt a bubble of stress erupt in her chest. He turned his attention to the horse, reaching out to pat her neck; the mare seemed to recall the presence of the fake stranger, giving him a wary gaze but allowing the touch without complaint.

Krystalle sniffed, her pink eyes welling up with aching tears and a stifled sob breaking past her maw. "He left me behind, Barty! I knew he'd go away, but I didn't think he'd just...he'd just LEAVE! He didn't say goodbye or anything!" she cried, taking several deep and broken breaths in an attempt to calm her emotions. She was glad it wasn't Mars himself who had opened the door to the house. Bartholomew would, regardless if he understood, try to make her feel better. Or so she assumed.

Mars Bartholomew Russo · 02-25-2011, 10:12 PM

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She threw her hands up around the man's shoulders and she gave him the most pathetic look. Her eyes were welling up with tears and she sniffled. Bartholomew cocked his head, not knowing if these were tears of sadness of joy. when she had spoken the words she did, then he had realized that the woman was sad because Mars was such a big jerk. If it was up to Bartholomew, Bart would have stayed with Krystalle and they would have more than likely just stayed in the beautiful city of Lost Angels. Bart let out a small cooing sound from his maw and he still held the woman close, like he'd never let her go. Mars was less inclined to give such possessive hugs, a defining feature, and normally others would choose who they liked more by the feel of such a hug, only because sometimes, there would be an unlucky soul that would be charmed by the silent guitarist. He issa' jerk. Don't worry, I already bitched him out fer' it. the man spoke, smile still on his face as he pulled his coal hand and he had pushed her loose bangs to the left and he looked into the big marbled rose eyes of the woman. He obviously din't get rid of ya' dat easily tho', since ya' are here.the man had spoken to the woman, and he had let a small chuckle pass his lips. But I swears I fought ta' get back to LA tha' first few days. He jus' kept gettin'really far out ta' where I din't know where we were, ya know? An' Vox wassn't havin' it. the man spoke to the woman, an ear falling back on his messy brown hair. He looked down at her with his steel eyes though, his word genuine, simply because he did try, multiple times, but at some point, Bartholomew had been put aside and Mars had been the dominant personality for quite some time. During that time, Bartholomew simply did not exist. Bartholomew could not remember any of those days, it all was simple time skip to where he was more than half the country away from the woman and Mars was heading straight to Nova Scotia with his retarded cousin.

Bart didn't like to see the woman sad though, and he kept that charming smile there for her so she would put one of her own on her face. Yer' here now. Yer' part of the pack now? the man asked, tilting his head to the right slightly.

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Krystalle Horzana · 02-26-2011, 01:25 PM

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HUGE FAILPOST. I apologize. -.-

Her friend reassured her that she was right, he was a jerk, and she sunk into the possessive arms of the wolfdog. It was silly to think Barty hadn't been upset. Of course he had been. Of course he'd have tried to get back to her. Of course he said that. Her doubts remained, but she kept them locked away in her mind. She snuffled, wiping at her eyes with the arm of her coat, as if the leather was really able to absorb the tears. A tilt of her head, and she set her eyes on the man's, trying to return a smile. "Part of the pack, yeah. I mean...yeah, for now." Her voice fumbled into a mumble.

Finally, she tugged herself out of his embrace, reaching into the bag hooked onto Senorita's side straps and bringing out a small, painted figurine. A huffed sigh escaped her muzzle, her feet returning her to a place near the Russo-Cubbins. "I, uh, made this for you, studmuffin." She reached a hand out, presenting the tiny clay representation of a piano. Days stuck in the snow had left her unable to do much apart from craft little trinkets, most of which had been left behind. The piano had been made specifically for the dual-persona man, however, and she had made sure she kept it safe.

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Mars Bartholomew Russo · 02-27-2011, 03:34 PM

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The woman didn't seem too excited about being part of the pack, and neither was Bartholomew at first, but it was nice to have people around that were nice and not going to try and hurt him. Bartholomew also fancied the ranking system simply because it was surrounded itself with art of all kinds. The last pack Mars was in, he ended up the omega simply because there was nothing there for Mars, or Bartholomew for that matter. It's not all tha' bad 'ere. They are all purty nice. the man spoke to the woman, hoping that she would at least be somewhat more excited about being part of a group. Itsa' bunch of artists, like us. Itsa whole pack of artists! Bartholomew spoke to the woman, smile still strong on his face. She would pushed herself from his possessive embrace and she would reach for a bag that hung from her steed's side. Bartholomew looked curiously at the woman, his head tilted to the right slightly, smile fading only because of curiosity. He watched her fumble in the bag for a minute before a little clay trinket would emerge and she would walk back over with it in her hands. She would present it to him and an immediate smile would form on his face again and his ears would listen to the words that the woman was speaking. Apparently she made it for him. It was a tiny piano, and though Bartholomew was not the one who played the piano, he was glad to accept any gift that the woman would give him. There was always a chance that Mars would like it anyways. Bartholomew took the little dried clay model in his ivory hand and he looked at it closer to see all the little details that she bothers to put on it. There was a huge smile on his face. Tis' is amazing! I love it, Krissy! Ya' did such an awesome job on tha' keys. Makes meh wanna play it! the man spoke to her before he looked back at her finally with those icy steel eyes.

Bartholomew then realized that they were still standing outside. If ya need a place ta' stay, there's plenty room in 'ere wit' Mars and I. the man brought up before he took a step back into the house and he had invited the woman in with a movement of his arm before he would speak again. Please, mah little Krissy, come in. the man had politely spoken to the woman as he had invited her in with his words. I think tha' Mars has some teas somewhere in teh' house.. the man spoke,figuring that the woman might just like a cup of hot tea since it was still pretty chilly outside. It was a good thing that Mars kept the house warm though, since he had cleared out the fire place finally. Would ya' like some? I thin' imma have a cup meself. the man spoke,smile on his face as he had placed the clay model on the counter, where he and Mars would always see it, and so Krystalle knew that they weren't just gonna throw it away or anything.

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Krystalle Horzana · 02-28-2011, 01:32 PM

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He tried so valiantly to make the Californian mutt feel better about joining the pack; in truth, it wasn't that she felt distaste for the pack itself, it was simply the word that got to her. Pack. The name brought forth many negative connotations in her mind, of places that didn't love the individual, but rather loved the number they brought to the group. Her mother's family, when she had lived with them in her childhood, had been such a thing. Family was a term she was familiar with, and a term she preferred to the strict idea of a pack life. She didn't bring up her thoughts, however, unwilling to let Bartholomew know why she seemed displeased by it.

Instead, she gave him the little clay piano, knowing he didn't play one. It was simply what she had made while thinking of him, and it did suit at least one of the personalities lodged inside of the Russo. A smile crossed her muzzle, touching her eyes with small wrinkles at the corners. A happy Bartholomew meant a happy Krystalle, though she was often happy on her own. It was simply the icing to a very cheerful cake to see her favored friend in such a mood. He offered her a place to sleep, stepping back into the house to let her in. She glanced behind her quickly before darting into the dwelling, letting Senorita snort and rest near the door. "I think tha' Mars has some teas somewhere in teh house." She gave a nod, to indicate she wouldn't mind some.

Her eyes swept across the room in pink silence, giving her something to do aside from gawking at the fact that, after all that time, her friend was really before her. She'd found him. "It's nice to see you again, Barty. I was startin' to give up, was gonna go home to my papa and his family." Her father's group was a desperate decision for the Horzana woman, since she had fled them to begin with. Without the Russo wolf, she didn't know what to do with herself.

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Mars Bartholomew Russo · 03-03-2011, 06:53 PM

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Bartholomew looked at the woman, steel eyes looking the woman up and down, as if he had once forgotten what she had looked like. Truth was, he was admiring her, because the thought of her being here, physically here was insane. He never thought that she would be able to track him down, but she did, and it was awesome that she did, it made Bartholomew feel a sense of relief because there was finally familiarity in such a strange land that he and Mars had been wandering and living in for more than half of a year. If Mars kept moving, the woman would have never found him, that was for sure. Bartholomew went to the fire place, where there was a pot suspended over the fire. Bartholomew was good at taking over the body during tea time, Mars seemed to relax too much and 'fall asleep' enough for Bart to easily take over and walk around, so he did that often times. Bartholomew always did appreciate the tea that Mars would leave for him too. Bart smiled lightly as he found a hand towel and he grabbed the pot from the fire and put the hotpot on a far counter that he normally put it on before he had found Mars' cheesy little tea cups that he had been lucky to find. An idea came to his mind as he had pulled out the tea cups and he moved to the makeshift table that was only about a foot from the ground and all it was really was a sheet of plywood on a few cinderblocks. Bart and Mars weren't woodmen, so they really didn't know how to build a table and they hadn't been able to be blessed with finding a good one that would work. He had been blessed with a few chairs and couches though, so that didn't seem like such a bad deal for Bart or Mars. They both did need to go get some better furniture though. They would figure things out later.

Bart listened to the words of the woman, she told him that she had almost given up, gone to live with her papa. Bart knew about papa and his cult, and it didn't sound too great to Bart, and for her to want to go there rather than find him would probably have ended bad if she did give up. Bart put the cups down where there were two chairs already placed (one for Mars and one for Bartholomew) and then he looked to Krystalle. Cum'sit ova 'ere. the man told her, his handsome smile still on his mouth as he poured the green tea(with strawberries) in the two cups, and he had then put the pot in the middle of the table for easy access. He pulled her chair out for her and then went to his chair and pulled it out and sat down. I'm glad you didn't give up either, I dun' think dat going back ta papa would have been teh' best choice. the accented man spoke to her, nodding his head as he pulled out his pack of cigarettes. He took one from the pack and pulled out the lighter that was in his pants pocket and he lit the end of the cancer stick. It'sa relief to sees ya here. I dun feel so alone anymore. the man spoke to the woman, his voice rather gentle and an almost innocent look came over his face when he looked down at his tea for a moment and blew on it. He looked back up to meet those pink eyes of hers and he gave a smile. Wha' profession ya' take wit D'Arte? the man asked, curious to know what she ended up taking up.

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Krystalle Horzana · 03-04-2011, 09:28 AM

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He knew as well as the Californian that returning to Anchjo Horzana was not in the desert-born mutt's best interests, but the fam was all she had outside of her dual-persona friend. She had tried to make her way with the Mexican Santos family, but their rigid pack life was no in her tastes; her father had instilled a need for 'comfort' in large groups. Family. That was what Bartholomew was, even if Mars didn't like to think the same way.

She took a few long strides toward the makeshift table, made from wood and blocks of the hard greying material she'd seen in Californian buildings, trying to give the handsome Cubbins a smile in return; all the thoughts of her father left her in a bit of a downtrodden mood. "It woulda been family, though. Like, y'know, papa woulda let me come back. I think." She had left earlier than most, opposed to Anchjo's ideas about life and how the fam should have run, but she was certain her estranged father would welcome her home. He loved her. He'd proved it.

"I'm glad I'm here, though, studmuffin." She sat down in the chair offered to her, crossing her thick legs and removing the leather jacket she had been wearing since entering the snow-plagued northern US. "I dun feel so alone anymore." The words hit her chest hard, leaving a sad and guilty expression on her face. "Awh, poor Barty! I didn' mean ta make ya feel alone!" she exclaimed, nearly spilling her tea in the process of trying to give her friend a hug. She wasn't sure if she could believe he had truly been alone; there were other females in the pack, she had met one.

Talk of what profession she took brought a shrug to the Shepherd-mix's shoulders. "Writer, y'know. I like to write." It was a good place for her, able to express her creativity through words rather than other concrete art forms. She waved the discussion away with one hand, aiming to turn it back to the present. "So, what's been up with you two? Any lady friends I should be jealous of?" She laughed, though it was a serious statement in her head.

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Mars Bartholomew Russo · 03-06-2011, 11:44 PM

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Bartholomew had listened to the woman. She spoke about hos it would have been okay if she had gone back. Her father would have let her come back. Of course she was welcome back, but it didn't mean that it was the best thing for her. Bartholomew did not believe that it would have been a good idea at all. He didn't want to even think about it really. So, for once, Bartholomew was quiet, as silent as the American had been. He let the thoughts of the woman's father slip from his mind and he moved on to think about how she was actually fucking here! Her presence almost boggled his mind. She had jumped across the table when he had told her that he didn't feel alone anymore, and Bart returned the sign of affection by letting the woman hug him and wrapping his own arms around her for a moment. "Itsa relief tha' ya' made it 'ere safely. Ya' didn't get hurt in tha' snow storm few days back, yea'? " the man asked, cocking his head to the woman lightly before he lifted the teacup to his lips and he took a sip of his tea. He then let his nose hover above the cup, and he breathed in calmly. He loved the smell of fresh tea.

Krystalle told him that she took up writing. She was a writer, this was true, but the woman did have other talents that Bart did know about, and did consider before he would have guessed what she picked. If he had to guess, he would have guessed wrong anyways. He would have picked musician, under the percussion category. He wouldn't have guessed right, which did make Bartholomew doubt himself slightly before he had taken another sip and the woman continued to speak, asking him if there was a woman that would be catching the bi-persona man. Bart quickly put down his tea cup on the wooden table and he held a grin on his maw. "Well, Not on mah part. I mean, I met some fine little ladies 'round 'ere but none o' them arr as beautiful in mah eyes like yerr. the charmer spoke to the woman. It was true, there weren't many here that had caught the eye of Bartholomew Cubbins, but then again, he hadn't really been looking for it. Not as hard as he was looking back in California. "But, I do believe tha' Mars might fancy a chickadee by the name of 'Orin Takekuro. She's the reason he moved 'ere, ta this pack. He was in a pack called Cour Des Miracles wit' his daddy, Rurik, er someting like tha', an' then he moves 'ere one day afta' dad went back ta Russia.. So ya' might have ta' watch Mars a little bit." hey, she had asked, and Bartholomew was open with Krystalle, unlike Mars. Mars would have guarded that secret with his life, but here Bartholomew was being a bitch and telling his best friend. He's gonna be mad if he knows ya' know. the man spoke, chuckling softly at the woman. I think it's because she reminds him of ya'. She's a writer too. Not as purty as ya, tho'. the male spoke, his curled tail wagging lightly as he held his steel eyes on the woman.

Ya' find any males, yerrself? the male asked, knowing that the answer would be no, simply because she did not have a man on her arm, and she had been here, looking for him so she wouldn't be alone anymore. And now, well...Now she wasn't alone, and neither was Bartholomew.

"Bart speaks,"

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Krystalle Horzana · 03-07-2011, 09:14 PM

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Her hug was returned with an embrace of his own, and she relaxed for the first time in a long time. It was surreal, being back with the Russo. Days, weeks, months, years? She'd forgotten how long it'd been since her pink eyes had settled on his steely blue pair. Comfortable, she brought the cup to her mouth and took a sip of the tea that he'd made for her. The setting was so nice, picturesque like in the fairy tales she'd read in her youth. Bartholomew asked about her tussle with the snowstorm, and she gave a gentle shrug. "Me and Senorita made it through, ch'know?" She'd weathered it out in a cave, letting the horse go her own way until it passed.

She was stupid to ask if he'd found himself a woman. Though he gave her a subtle compliment, stating that the ladies of Cercatori d'Arte weren't nearly as beautiful as the Californian, he destroyed the good feelings with his next words. Mars had found someone. Orin Takekuro, a woman he had left his other pack for. A dark cloud descended on her pink gaze, hand trembling ever so slightly as it held on to the cup she'd been drinking from. She knew better than to feel jealous; Mars had never been as close to her as Bartholomew, but it still stung to know that one half of the male didn't feel much in regards to the doggish woman.

The expression faded as quickly as it had come, but the shakes continued. She tried to finish her tea, spilling the warm liquid down the front of her chest in the unsuccessful attempt. A string of Spanish curses emanated from her maw as she stripped away the leather jacket to dry her fur. As she swept the tea away with her hand, she listened to Bartholomew continue his speech. He seemed to believe Mars liked this 'Orin' because of a similarity in the Latin mutt. She doubted that, but didn't voice the opinion. Instead, she remained silent until he inquired about her own exploits with the other gender.

Not wanting to seem lax in her attentions, she gave a nod. "A few." It was a blatant lie. She hadn't interacted with another man since the disappearance of the Russo, but she couldn't bring herself to seem so foolishly lovesick. One of her white-tipped hands brushed blonde bangs out of her eyes, gaze moving everywhere except for on Bartholomew himself. Her mind was locked away with thoughts of the blue-eyed male and some unknown female.

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Mars Bartholomew Russo · 03-14-2011, 07:20 PM

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The woman simply told him that they made it through, and he could see that, and he was happy that they did make it through, it showed on his face. There was a sense of relief, and there was a feeling of contentment in his chest as he looked at the mohawked woman. She had started to shake though, and she had shaken the tea all over her jacket. Bart twitched an ear at the woman and he cocked his head. "Yerr silly Krystalle." he spoke to the woman, a smile on his maw as he had lifted his tea cup to his maw and he sipped it. When the woman would say that she was with a few men, he really looked hard at her, wondering if this was true. Why would she come all the way here if she wasn't only interested in him? Her men that she had back there should have been enough, yeah? Apparently not since she was here. Bartholomew cocked a grin and assumed that she was lying anyways, not even trying to make excuses for her. "Ya' liar," the man accused, teasingly to the woman. He gave her a devious grin and he chuckled lightly. He reached across the table and batted his hand playfully at one of her floppy ears. He chuckled lightly before he had gotten up from his chair and he took his tea with him.

"Fallow meh. Gonna shows ya teh rest of teh house." Bartholomew spoke to the woman as he waited for her to follow, and when she did start to follow, he lead her through the house, telling her the respective places and their names, and even showing her the bedroom and whatnot. They got comfy, and chilled for the rest of the night.

"Bart speaks,"

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