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Post by STEVEN RANSOM PARKER on Apr 18, 2010 19:15:24 GMT -5
Steven ran a hand through his black hair, the ends curled a bit at the back of his neck. He should probably get it cut but… eh. Maybe later. He had thought about it, but now that he was at the mall and standing in front of the hair cutters place… he lost the ambition. He wasn’t sure… maybe he’d just do it next week. He reached into his pocket fiddling with the lighter that was there. He had to remember not to light it. Normally steven liked matches. Other then the way they smelled, it was more of a safety issue. One time he had just been messing around with the lighter, which happened to be in his pocket and without thought, he flipped it on, starting his pocket on fire. Hey… it could have happened to anyone. Then again, the fact that hes kind of a pyro doesn’t help. Sometimes he lights matches just to watch them burn to his fingertips and then get the smell of it afterwards. Fire was fascinating… do you blame him? Why did he have a lighter this time thought? Well he ran out of matches and this was what he ended up finding.
Steve tugged at the curled ends at the back of his neck, his fingers moving from his hair to the ink that colored the skin on the side of his neck. The scorpion standing proud for all to see. Tilting his head to the side he looked at one of the advertisements of some male with bleach blond hair and a really cutting edge hair cut. He shook his head. He would look horrible like that. He licked his lips and turned, moving away from the small salon. His leather jacket was getting heavy on his shoulders, too hot to wear. The shirt he wore underneath was pure black, not even a pocket type either. It clung to his chest, stopping just past the waist of his jeans. His jeans clung to his legs as well, black a studded belt in its loops wrapped around his waist.
Steven kind of observed the mall as he moved through it, without actually taking anything in. He sucked on the strawberry Julius that he had bought from the orange Julius spot. His hand cold and he debated on switching hands, but he was too busy playing with the lighter in his pocket. He liked strawberry, it was a good flavor. Made him want jell-o. Then again .. Maybe it was just the joint hed smoked recently that was having this affect on him. Steven had already attacked the food court. He hadn’t been able to decide what he wanted and gotten a pretzel twist from pretzel-mania, orange chicken from panda express, and a mcchicken from the McDonalds express. Munchies were a killer and seriously he should think about training himself to snack on healthier things. He was starting to get a small budge. Although slightly soft bellies were not that bad. It was kind of nice, comfortable to snuggle with. He had slept with a guy once that had a softish belly and Steven had enjoyed resting his head on it, stroking it… poking it. It was so nice and soft and comfy. The guy hadn’t minded his fascination in his stomach either, which was a plus. Then again steven had told him hed be ready to go for round two in no time.
Steven turned finding his way towards clandestine industries. He finished his drink tossing it in a nearby trash before entering the store. He moved directly back towards the hoodies and shirts. Tilting his head he looked over them, his hazel eyes that verged more on the green side taking in all the cool designs on them. One was pure black with the Bat symbol of the store. He really kind of liked it. He grabbed a polo ish looking one and a plain black one. Moving over towards the mirror nearby he held each one up to himself, trying to debate which one he preferred. He wasn’t a big polo shirt looking guy, but the style kind of looked cool and it didn’t look so weird either compared to what he normally wore just because of what was on it. The t-shirt was nice too. He could probably get both, but didn’t feel like carrying around a bag or anything.
He sighed. This really shouldn’t be that much of a problem to decide.
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Post by KENNEDY ISOBEL TENLEY on May 13, 2010 15:07:04 GMT -5
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Post by STEVEN RANSOM PARKER on May 13, 2010 16:02:55 GMT -5
Steve put his lips together, pushing them out a bit and then was about to just put them both back when he caught the very blue eyes of the girl coming up to him, through the mirror. One perfectly shaped brow rose up. Steve tended to get a lot of compliments about his eyebrows from girls. He didnt do anything to them, he was just born like that, he had gotten them from his mother. Girls would say how jealous they were of them. He didnt think that much about it, just eyebrows. Sure some people really did need to take care of their eyebrows but some people messed with theirs that really didnt need to. He didnt get that. Steves eyes dropped to looked down at the two shirts when she said he should get both, theyd both look good on him. he smirked a bit and then glanced over at her. mm... maybe..
what are you here for? he asked glancing at the rack she was looking at then back at her. His eyes took in her tiny frame. Blacker then black hair that shone in the lights above. It looked like it would feel good to the touch. she had classic features he though, with the high cheekbones he was sure plenty of girls got jealous over and full lips. She had a piercing in her nose that normally would make a girl turn into more of a stereo type but on her just added to the way her features were. Her skin was pale and pure looking. Her eyes what he remembered in the mirror were blue and as he looked at them now werent just blue. They were like the deep of the ocean when the light of the sun filtered through it. He could come up with lyrics for them.
Steves mind started to wind into the sound of music that could go to that. He stored it away needing more to finish. He licked his lips still tasting the strawberry flavor on his lips and in his mouth. It at least left a better taste then the food mixed with the taste of the weed. Sometimes he hated not being able to get rid of that taste. He pulled his jacket off, the air from the store hitting his skin giving relief to the warmth that had stuck to his skin. He folded it up over his arm the two shirt having been transferred to one hand now.
Im going to go try these on.. he said. Maybe you could tell me for sure? he asked nodding towards the curtained area that had the dressing rooms inside. his eyes were more of a greenish yellow right now, more on the greener side though. He wondered if shed take up the offer. When steve got something in his mind he usually just kind of made it happen without thinking it through or anything. It wasnt always good. Sometimes it could be though. he stepped towards the curtain and opened it just a bit about to slip past. There was a big chance of her thinking him a creep and just walking away but he figured shed talked to him first so he was just following it up.
ill be in the last stall, just come in. he said and slipped behind the curtain and headed to the last stall stepping in. He didnt lock it. who knows.. could be interesting. He wanted something interesting.
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Post by KENNEDY ISOBEL TENLEY on May 14, 2010 8:49:54 GMT -5
[/b][/color] She mused out loud. Her blue eyes met those hazel eyes that seemed to be taking in her frame, much like she had just done to him. Her lips twitched upwards a little bit, his eyes were definitely interesting. They were hazel, but mostly green and little flecks of yellow seemed to pop out at her. Kennedy watched the fluid motion as he pulled his jacket off and tossed it over his arm, her attention back to the two shirts when he spoke up, before letting her eyes drift back up his frame and to his face. A small smirk played at her lips and she nodded her head, “Alright, sure…” She agreed to let him know what she thought. Not that it really mattered what she thought, but she supposed seeing them on would give him a better idea of what they’d look like. She never really trusted mirrors, but she didn’t really care what other people thought so she didn’t bother asking them for their opinions. When he told her that he would be in the last stall, one of her well manicured brows arched up in interest. A small grin tugged at her lips and she nodded her head, “Okay.” She licked her lips slowly and turned her attention back to the racks of clothes that she had been looking through earlier, though her blue eyes watched as he slipped behind the curtain. Biting down on her bottom lip she lifted a shoulder and slowly followed after him. What was life without a little bit of excitement? Sure, she didn’t know who the hell this guy was, but that never stopped her before. Ducking behind the curtain, she found the last stall and took a deep breath. This was going to be interesting and she was always up for trying something new. Excitement was better than boredom to her. Her slender fingers wrapped around the handle of the stall and she slipped in to the changing room, a devilish little grin playing at her lips. “I think you look better without a shirt on…”[/blockquote][/blockquote][/ul][/size][/font] |
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Post by STEVEN RANSOM PARKER on May 22, 2010 9:26:26 GMT -5
He hmm'd when she said she was just looking around. Steven licked his lips and smirked some when she agreed to give her opinion once he had them on. It wasnt really about the opinion he didnt care. He would get them either way. He had liked them both and he figured to avoid carrying anything hed just putt hem both on. They probably wouldnt like that all that much but its not as if he was going to shop lift. He planned on paying.
When steve got into the stall he hung his jacket up and then the two shirts. He didnt think it would take her long to get back there if she decided to take him up on the offer. After all she had said okay, but maybe in her head she was like, hell no crazy guy. She didnt look the type though. Sure enough not long after he had gotten in there the door opened and the black haired, blue eyed beauty slipped in. Her words making a slow grin form on his lips.
mm shall we test that.. he said as he pulled his shirt up and off tossing it onto the bench that was there. Steven wasnt completely covered in tattoos but he had several especially up his left arm, on his back and the swallow tattoos on his lower abdomen area. Words search and destroy wrapped around his body. On his knuckles he had halloween a letter for each knuckle and he had several halloweenish tattoos especially from the movie nightmare before christmas.
He reached out a hand fitting easily on her small waist as he pulled her to him, turning his body at the same time so he had her up against the wall of the small changing room. Im thinking the theory goes both ways.he told her pulling back some so he could pull her shirt off of her as well. Hey he figured it was only fair.
He liked the milky color of her skin, it was almost porcelain like. He moved his fingers over her skin, leaning forward to nip at her lower lip, his tongue coming out to run across it before pulling it into his mouth and sucking it a bit. Steven wasnt really much for beating around the bush.
He pressed his body against hers as he finally took her lips in a full kiss. He wondered if she thought he was rushing, then again shed taken him up on the offer. Some girls were weird like that though. Steven left room for her to protest if she wanted. He wasnt the type to force anyone and if she wanted to end this, if she said stop, well... then he would. He was the type that held the reins to an extent but he also allowed the other to have say as to what they wanted.
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Post by KENNEDY ISOBEL TENLEY on May 27, 2010 7:19:13 GMT -5
Her lips twitched slightly upwards as he spoke up when she slipped inside of the stall. She wasn’t normal so… ready to pounce? Maybe was what she was searching for? Either way, she didn’t normal pick a guy out of a store and say ‘hey I’m going to fuck him’. Usually it happened, more or less, in a drunken stupor in a club. It didn’t really matter at this point, there was no secret what they both intended to get out of this little ‘shippin’ adventure. She snickered at the the though.
Kennedy’s deep blue eyes watched as he pulled his shirt off and tossed it on to the bench next to them. Letting her eyes linger over his form she had to appreciate that body art that scarred his skin. She had to admit he had some badass tattoos and that only seemed to make her more attracted to him. There was nothing she liked more than a guy with a little bit of ink on him. And he wasn’t the most tat’d up person she’d ever seen, or been with – but he certainly wasn’t the least.
The dark haired girl had a couple of tattoos littering her porcelain like skin. She liked to doodle and that was usually what she got tattooed on her body. Nothing significant really, excecpt for the word ‘Karma’ that was tattooed on the inside of her right wrist. She had gotten that word for a reason and the word “Fate” on her left foot. Other than that, most of her tattoos were stupid little indescretions. She had a bow on each side of her hips, a cupcake on the inside of her right wrist. Safety pins going in to her skin on the outside of each forearm. Small little tattoos on some of her knuckles; most of the small meaningless tattoos she forgets she has.
His large hand moved to her waist and her gaze followed it, lingering there for a few beats before she let her eyes slowly travel up his naked torso. Before she could do or so anything to him, her back was against the wall of the changing room. “Mmm… I like what I see…” she mused out loud. A devilish little glint formed in her eyes when he said that it when both ways. Kennedy didn’t object as he pulled her shirt up and over her head; letting it land whereever it fell in the small confines of the stall.
His fingers on her warm skin seemed to cause goose bumps to rise on her flesh. Her eyes narrowed a little as he leaned in, his teeth nipping at her full bottom lip. God that felt good. Kennedy let her hands run up his chest, resting there as he pulled her bottom lip in to his mouth, sucking on it. Kennedy liked the way he was forward, it saved them for those brief awkward moments at the beginning of all this. She also liked that he wasn’t a fumbling idiot when it came to taking control. It was one of her favorite things, a guy who knew what to do and when to do it.
Kennedy let out a breath of air as he pressed his body in to hers. Her head tilting back just a little as he claimed her lips. Her hands moved up to encircle his neck and kiss back. It wasn’t every day that you ran in to a complete stranger and they could touch every point that you liked. Kennedy had a soft spot for guys who could show a little dominance in the bedroom – or the changing stall in this case. Tunneling her fingers in to the slight curls at the back of his neck, she pulled him closer to her pale body deepening the kiss between them.
Kennedy slid one hand back down his naked torso, her fingers finding the belt of his pants. She continued to let their lips and tongues dance together as she worked on the scrap of leather that was tightened around his waist. She didn’t miss a beat as she freed his waist of the confining leahter bounds and her fingers moved back to the button at the top of his pants, working to get his pants off as soon as possible.
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