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 Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2015 1:00 am
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🎵☕️ I'm doing "Been enslaved"
🎵☕️ I'm wondering "Lumiere/ Ty's place"
🎵☕️ Im carrying "Nothing"
🎵☕️ I'm with "Tyrese/ Lillian/ Aubrey/ Victoria/ Patrick"
🎵☕️ I'm wearing "Lazy Fall"
🇬🇧🎹_🎹_🎹_🎹_🎹_🎹_🎹_🎹_🎹_🎹_🎹_🎹🇬🇧 Patrick Peterson, okay. Trying to fill a promise? A great set up to a creepy, horrifying moment. What exactly did he mean by that, and who was he making this promise to? Because, just based off that there was no way Hakem was letting this guy past the front porch. He cocked a brow and watched him carefully. Looking for Tyrese, okay. Easy enough, Tyrese had a lot of fans and this man wouldn't be the first showing up at the door looking for him. Hakem nodded, his arms folded across his chest. And they knew each other, presumably. "Koizora? Ah, I worked there for a good eight years." He revealed, but nothing more than that, and certainly not that Tyrese Havens was living here. The teacher caught enough heat for letting Lillian inside the other day, he was going to be sure this guy was welcome here. Plus, this Patrick claimed Ty wouldn't even remember him, and that he himself didn't remember his past. Hakem was left with more questions then answers. Shaking his head, he moved to close the door again. "Excuse me a moment, I'll be right back." He said, eventually. He wasn't getting bad vibes, but the stranger was defiantly unexpected. He closed the door as he went to check with Ty himself whether he knew a man by that name and description. He returned a minute later and opened the door open wide. "You have the right place. Why don't you come in?" He asked, glancing behind him to make sure the house was presentable. Besides the disheveled air bed in the middle of the living room the home was fine. Ty said to let him inside, so that's what he was going to do. It wasn't his place, and Ty was a big boy now. Hakem let go of the door so the other male could pass through, if he was willing. "He's in the kitchen. He can't come to the door himself, so, he says feel free." He expounded with a relaxed smile. If they knew each other then it was possible everyone else in the house would too, they all attended or worked at Koizora during that time period. Although, he was still curious about Patrick not remembering it himself. He wondered why, or rather what he meant. Didn't he remember if he was showing up here for Ty?
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Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2015 3:28 am
╔══════════════╗ Hearing that this man worked at the academy confirmed to Patrick that he wasn't Tyrese. He will just go with the friend or relative of his old friend. The man wouldn't have been wrong if he had asked if he was a fan of Ty's books. He waited for the man to return, if he does that is, with his hands behind his back. "I suppose this means Tyrese does live here then" he thought before it was confirmed for him when the man returned. Quite dumbfounded to hear he was invited to come in. "He couldn't have possibly remembered that drawing that was mentioned in my journal of what I would look like in the future. Estelle di Maes didn't recognize me, but that is understandable since we only met one time by then" he thought as hesitantly enters the house.
He felt this place had that lived in vibe which is something he aims for in his own place. "I don't intend on staying long. I wouldn't want to intrude on holiday festivities that would be going on here" he tells him respectively. He did show up unannounced and the last thing he wants was to crash on anything meant for current friends and family. "Could you lead me to the kitchen, if you don't mind...um...what was your name?" he requested then asked for an introduction from him. Being in someone's home makes a bit unease and he didn't understand why he was feeling this way.
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『ᏞᎾᏟᎪᏆᎥᎾᏁ: Lumiere estate 1503.sᏆᎪᏆus: Bachelor.mᎾᎾᎠ: dumbfounded then unease.mᎾᏁᎬᎽ: $ 832.00.ᎪᏟᏟᎾmᏢᎪᏁᎽᎥᏁᎶ hᎥm:Ty's uncle, Hakem.』
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Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2015 12:05 pm
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🎵☕️ I'm doing "Been enslaved"
🎵☕️ I'm wondering "Lumiere/ Ty's place"
🎵☕️ Im carrying "Nothing"
🎵☕️ I'm with "Tyrese/ Lillian/ Aubrey/ Victoria/ Patrick"
🎵☕️ I'm wearing "Lazy Fall"
🇬🇧🎹_🎹_🎹_🎹_🎹_🎹_🎹_🎹_🎹_🎹_🎹_🎹🇬🇧 Hakem let Patrick inside, stepping aside so he could close the door behind him after snatching the news paper out of the open tin container on the wall beside the doorbell. "Don't be so concerned, you're the type of intruder we don't mind." The wolf chuckled calmly and merrily, tucking the mail beneath his arm. He pushed his hair back before offering his hand. "Hakem Takashi. It's a pleasure, Patrick. The kitchen is right through here." He continued without skipping a beat, leading the man past the living room and through the doorway on the left. He stopped inside the threshold, turning back around to peek up the stairs for waking bodies. Ty was in plain sight, after all, and his guest didn't need to be shown five feet over to the table. Ty would welcome a face from high school, he was sure, so long as it wasn't bringing more drama. No one wanted more of that. Taking the mail to the injured wolf, Hakem mouthed to his nephew that he was going to be elsewhere. The rest of the cooking would have to wait. Waving a brief goodbye, he went to straighten up the living room, still hoping someone else would come and rescue him from having to cook.
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Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2015 2:01 pm
 Quoth The Raven: "Nevermore"═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ✗ Aubrey, Lillian, Hakem, Victoria ✗ Shared link: ✗ Is in human form ✗ Link to journal: none currently ✗ Gown/ Driving✗ Inspiration for newest work: Long Time Coming✗ Today's deadline: -- ═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ Tyrese squirmed around in his seat, frowning over at his crutches as his uncle got the door. So close and yet so far. Considering calling for Aubrey, if she hadn't gone home to be with her husband, he eased himself to the end of his seat. Before he could make a move, his uncle was back. The wolf only looked at him questioningly, trying to look innocent before a name passed through the teacher's lips. Patrick Peterson? He knew the name pretty instantly, but...was Hakem saying Patrick was here? "Yeah, yeah...I had a room mate by that name..." What was Patrick doing here? And how? The wolf started to stand, his good hand keeping him upright as he pointed for his crutches. Hakem only raised a brow before Ty sat yet again, frowning and touching his side beneath his sling. Fine, whatever. "He's a friend. I haven't seen him since..." And he trailed off with a blank look. He couldn't remember. Perhaps he'd passed the brunet while hurriedly packing clothes, just a day before graduation, so he could rush back to England to see his dying mother. His stomach gave a sick twist as Hakem disappeared again. That was three years ago then, same time he'd last seen Lillian. Well, before the beginnings of all that had happened. The author winced against the unpleasant set of memories, his fingers drumming the table absently until he heard footfalls. That was them then? He was wondering what Patrick wanted if he'd somehow found him. Was it by coincidence? They were questions that he could ask later, for now he blinked up to the brunet being shown inside. Defiantly not Patrick how Tyrese remembered him from high school, but the scent and the general look of him was the same. Funny enough, Ty even got the same vibes. After the brief moment, he began to laugh to himself. "I'll be damned, it is you." ═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═
『Estate #: 1504 Lumiere ┋Funds: $467.75』
『Temper┋✎✎✎✎✎┋Stress┋✎✎✎✎✎┋Happiness lvls┋✎✎✎✎✎』
"My words are useless if they don't deconstruct the limitations that keep the creativity in you from flourishing." -TY Havens
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Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2015 2:25 pm
╔══════════════╗ Patrick didn't laugh, "Doesn't really put me at ease. Let's just say it feels like I have entered uncharted territory and false move means dire consequences" he explained what his uneasiness was feeling like to him. He removed his hands from his pocket and shook Hakem's hand with the one without a glove on. He feels his lead to the kitchen and inside the threshold of that room. He sees Ty and Hakem hand over the mail, but waits until the man left the kitchen before going further in.
"I would have said its good to see you, big brother Ty, but I can't because it wouldn't right when I don't remember you" he said after being greeted, but the older male does look familiar just like Estelle had to him. "Would I be right to assume you recognize my scent? I do understand if you don't recognize me by appearance or the drawing of what I ended up looking like now" he asked him and feels less unease now. "I came over here to fulfill an old forgotten promise to find you after a certain amount of years had passed" he brings up the promise to him now. He wonders if the guy wonders that promise or not because it was so long ago it was made and it seems he was the only to have wrote it down in his journal. He knows he is supposed to be waiting five years, but his gut has been saying he should do it sooner in case happens in the future that prevents him from doing that.
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『ᏞᎾᏟᎪᏆᎥᎾᏁ: Lumiere estate 1503.sᏆᎪᏆus: Bachelor.mᎾᎾᎠ: unease.mᎾᏁᎬᎽ: $ 832.00.ᎪᏟᏟᎾmᏢᎪᏁᎽᎥᏁᎶ hᎥm:Ty's uncle, Hakem and now Ty.』
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Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2015 11:00 pm
Quoth The Raven: "Nevermore" ═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ✗ Aubrey, Lillian, Hakem, Victoria, Patrick ✗ Shared link: ✗ Is in human form ✗ Link to journal: none currently ✗ Gown/ Driving✗ Inspiration for newest work: Long Time Coming✗ Today's deadline: -- ═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ Tyrese reluctantly heard what Patrick said to his uncle, sucking his lip into his mouth to n** at the already bruised and busted skin until it hurt too much to continue on. Instead to lapped his tongue against the few drops of blood that he'd drawn from it. Looking his old friend over, he was surprised by the first thing he said, and more so after he added more to the first statement. He held up his good hand to stop him, his face twisted with confusion as he turned his gaze to the table top to frown at the surface. He needed a moment to absord all of that. Big brother, he hadn't been called that in five years, although Finn called him his brother. It found it, for the first moment, sentimental. Since when did he have so many siblings, or even so many people who saw him as a friend. If two people counted as 'so many.' Then, the man said he didn't remember Ty. Didn't remember? Then how did he end up here, not knowing- or remembering him? He didn't remember anything? Ty was confused as his eyes traveled to the brown ones belonging to Patrick. An old promise? His mouth moved to speak, closed again, then spoke a long while later. "You found me, then. So you've opened up a ceramic shop?" Again, silence, and Ty rubbed a face down his face before trying to stand. Being still was driving him crazy. "How don't you remember me? How are you here, and know who I am, if you don't remember me?" He asked, addressing his first concerns slowly and worriedly. It was Patrick Peterson, he knew the scent. But this wasn't piecing together anymore. ═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═
『Estate #: 1504 Lumiere ┋Funds: $467.75』
『Temper┋✎✎✎✎✎┋Stress┋✎✎✎✎✎┋Happiness lvls┋✎✎✎✎✎』
"My words are useless if they don't deconstruct the limitations that keep the creativity in you from flourishing." -TY Havens
═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ Out Of Chamomile:
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Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2015 11:56 pm
╔══════════════╗ Patrick saw the confusion in his old friend's face after the older male had held his hand up. "I'm probably going have to explain my condition" he thought and he was able to avoid doing that with Estelle. "No, I've moved in this district a couple of days ago and still settling in" he answered. He wants to see what this island has to offer and to find a shop to rent out or he could set it up at his home. After being asked more questions. he took out his old pocket sized journal from his back pocket and set it on the counter. "I know you because of the journal, of course and being a fan of the books helps too" he said as he moved a hand to rub where his scar is on his head. He drops his hand back to his side, "As for the not remembering you personally was because of a incident that happened during a college class field trip after graduating several months ago. If you want to know the full details, you can look it up on the internet. I haven't been able to bring myself to read the article or watch the news coverage yet" he pauses, "I woke up in the hospital with temporal amnesia and a scar from the surgery. I had go through some physical recovering before I could be discharged. If it wasn't for the journal I wouldn't know as much as I do today, especially no visitors, and recently remembering the earlier parts of my childhood" he mentions his condition and briefly of the incident. Learning about the day he almost died was a bit weird for him because it was like hearing about a stranger, but he doesn't regret his actions on that fateful day.
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『ᏞᎾᏟᎪᏆᎥᎾᏁ: Lumiere estate 1503.sᏆᎪᏆus: Bachelor.mᎾᎾᎠ: less unease.mᎾᏁᎬᎽ: $ 832.00.ᎪᏟᏟᎾmᏢᎪᏁᎽᎥᏁᎶ hᎥm:Ty.』
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Posted: Fri Sep 25, 2015 10:06 am
Quoth The Raven: "Nevermore" ═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ✗ Aubrey, Lillian, Hakem, Victoria, Patrick ✗ Shared link: ✗ Is in human form ✗ Link to journal: none currently ✗ Gown/ Driving✗ Inspiration for newest work: Long Time Coming✗ Today's deadline: -- ═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ Tyrese was able to stand using the table, glancing out the door for his uncle before pointing out his crutches in hopes Patrick would grab them for him. "Can you hand me those, please." He added, trying to get the brunet to comply. Today was his first day out of bed, he was exhausted in every way imaginable, but he didn't care. Hell, almost anyone could show up today and he would welcome them. He should text Jeni and the Blaze brothers too. It meant more work, and he wouldn't actually text them now that he suspected they had their own families to spend time with, but he still didn't mind the thought. Speaking of which, he was shocked to be learning what he was from Patrick, his brows furrowed as he looked over the man as if to question it's validity. Amnesia? An incident? Ty smoothed down his sling before gingerly taking the crutches and tucking one under each arm. "I'm sorry to hear that Patrick. It's good you're okay, besides your memory. If you think there's something I can do, I'll try my best to assist." The author extended his apologies the best he could, wondering, again, why Patrick was here. Was that promise really so important to him? Ty had remembered it, once, when he was asked by a colleague how it felt to have sold his first hundred thousand books. Even at a hundred thousand Ty was more than happy and considered his dream fulfilled, and was hoping his friends- and his lover, all of whom he'd made some promise with, were finding their dreams as well. He had been so wrapped up after his mother died, going to therapy, to college, moving here- the past three years were too busy to keep promises. It landed him with an illegitimate child, and missing out on his family was enough of a bad thing by itself. Or maybe it was a good thing in disguise, because the wolf could not figure out what happened to Lillian. Perhaps it was because of the hormones from her pregnancy, before she miscarried. And now? He simply didn't know. Maybe that was the real Lillian and the one he'd known in high school...was just the Lillian from high school, turned this way by a combination of him being gone and every other life challenge she herself had to take on. Not that she could blame him for the person she decided to be, nothing and no one could ever decide that but themselves. Nevertheless, three years could do a lot, he knew from his own experiences. "What are your plans for today, Patrick? Would you like to stay for a while? I can't promise you won't be wrapped up in a little drama, so I'll apologize now."═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═
『Estate #: 1504 Lumiere ┋Funds: $467.75』
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"My words are useless if they don't deconstruct the limitations that keep the creativity in you from flourishing." -TY Havens
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Posted: Fri Sep 25, 2015 12:52 pm
╔══════════════╗ Patrick complies with Ty's request to hand him the crutches. "Its alright, all that is needed is time. Although it would help to you questions for some things that the journal doesn't go into that you would know about. Like what was the statue that I made for you during my first week at the academy?" he said giving him something he can do for him and asked an example question. He returns his journal to his back pocket where he normally carries it at. "When I make plans I usually end up cancelling especially when it involves other people" he said to the question. "I didn't intend to enter your home, but I did. I didn't intend to be staying long, but why not, drama is what keeps you on your toes other than fear" he said accepting the invite to stick around for a while. He couldn't of an excuse and wasn't going to lie about having any plans when he doesn't have any.
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『ᏞᎾᏟᎪᏆᎥᎾᏁ: Lumiere estate 1503.sᏆᎪᏆus: Bachelor.mᎾᎾᎠ: neutral.mᎾᏁᎬᎽ: $ 832.00.ᎪᏟᏟᎾmᏢᎪᏁᎽᎥᏁᎶ hᎥm:Ty.』
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Posted: Fri Sep 25, 2015 7:38 pm
Quoth The Raven: "Nevermore" ═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ✗ Aubrey, Lillian, Hakem, Victoria, Patrick ✗ Shared link: ✗ Is in human form ✗ Link to journal: none currently ✗ Gown/ Driving✗ Inspiration for newest work: Long Time Coming✗ Today's deadline: -- ═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ Tyrese hobbled over to the icebox to remove some more ingredients he wanted for cooking, having to grab one thing at a time while he could still get away with it. "The wolf statue? It's on display at my bed and breakfast." He answered with a smile in the man's direction. He mixed shredded cheeses with cream cheese and stuffed sweet peppers, or that was the plan. Cutting the peppers and stirring the mixture was tiring him out already, and he still had to wrap them in bacon and bake them. He didn't want classic dishes for thanksgiving, he wanted a set up like a cultural festival with all types of foods. He was determined to have things his way. "You're already here, it'll be hard to cancel now." He countered lightheartedly, a little out of breath now. It didn't seem to slow him down any. He used the back of his forearm to push his hair back. His next reply was a lot weaker, but not because he was worn out. "Hah...that's funny. No, this is not that kind of drama. But I have a feeling it's going to be peaceful today after all." Shaking his head, the broken man finished cutting the last pepper and began mixing the cheeses together. He was moving so slow he was making himself a little impatient. "So you only have memories of the last few months, and a few from childhood?"═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═
『Estate #: 1504 Lumiere ┋Funds: $467.75』
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"My words are useless if they don't deconstruct the limitations that keep the creativity in you from flourishing." -TY Havens
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Posted: Fri Sep 25, 2015 9:27 pm
╔══════════════╗ Patrick watches Ty move around the kitchen to like a busy body person, but with some obvious limits. "Cool" he said happily especially seeing the older male smile. He wonders if he should be lending a hand or at least offer, "Could I offer my assistance?" he asked while staying out of the way. He didn't think what he said was funny and figured the guy was referring to more serious drama like the baby's mama kind. "Only because I've been awake a few months and yes a few from childhood that the abilities and hobbies" he answered him. He wished he could choose which memories he can keep and ones to throw away, but that isn't how it works.
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『ᏞᎾᏟᎪᏆᎥᎾᏁ: Lumiere estate 1503.sᏆᎪᏆus: Bachelor.mᎾᎾᎠ: observer.mᎾᏁᎬᎽ: $ 832.00.ᎪᏟᏟᎾmᏢᎪᏁᎽᎥᏁᎶ hᎥm:Ty.』
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Posted: Fri Sep 25, 2015 10:04 pm
〖★Clothing: War for oats ★Money: $1000 ★Mood: Groggy, Lonely〗 Izzy found herself driving though several districts, out of all of them she had stopped at nearly twenty houses of which half either had A. No oats, or B. hadn't answered the door, both outcomes had her walking away from houses with her left eye twitching and a screwed up face that looked like she had smelt something bad, she believed a few people when they said they didn't have any but after the twelfth person telling her they didn't have any to spare she was feeling her inner b***h slow claw its way out of the dark depressing room in her heart that she reserved for the way she use to act. She could feel the icy claws sinking into the flesh of her heart and the veins surrounding it when she stopped in front of a large house after some how finding her way driving though the streets of the richest neighbourhood she had been in since her visit to Denmark roughly six months ago, but that wasn't the point, Oats. Oats was the point. Parking in front of the house she hopped off her pink and black motorcycle pocketing her key she walked up to the front steps "Whats this place got, seven rooms? Why the hell does this moron need seven rooms" she muttered, forgetting she had her helmet on, She had been wearing it for so long she had forgotten that the covering was hiding her face, this was the last house before she went back home and just held out until dinner. Izzy stood out in front of the door for a few minutes until she remembered that it wasn't her house, it wasn't a friends house, she had to knock or something. Looking around Izzy leaned forward with a hand on her left hip as she rang the door bell, right foot tapping, fingers on her right hand drumming on her thigh as she waited for someone to answer the door.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx〖★Pocket Items:House Key, Motorcycle key, Cell phone, ID〗OOC:
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Posted: Fri Sep 25, 2015 10:57 pm
➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖🇬🇧🎹_🎹_🎹_🎹_🎹_🎹_🎹_🎹_🎹_🎹_🎹_🎹🇬🇧
🎵☕️ I'm doing "Waiting & Watching"
🎵☕️ I'm wondering "Lumiere/ Ty's place"
🎵☕️ Im carrying "Nothing"
🎵☕️ I'm with "Tyrese/ Lillian/ Aubrey/ Victoria/ Patrick/ ??"
🎵☕️ I'm wearing "Lazy Fall"
🇬🇧🎹_🎹_🎹_🎹_🎹_🎹_🎹_🎹_🎹_🎹_🎹_🎹🇬🇧 Hakem sat midway on the staircase to the second floor, his hands culling his chin as he stared down at the filtering light through the kitchen. It took Ty all but two seconds before he got up and was trying to get around on his own. If he tore more of his stitches out then Hakem wasn't going to fix them this time, he'd check his nephew back into the hospital just to teach him a lesson. Still, the teacher knew the younger wolf couldn't keep that up forever, his own body would eventually remind him of his limitations. Hakem sighed inwardly, scratching along his jaw while he waited on his fiancé to get out of bed. Maybe Ty would listen to the women, either Aubrey or Victoria. Doing a little bit of eves dropping, Hakem looked up as the door bell rang. Another person? Ty was popular today. Easily making his way to the living room before his nephew could even limp to the doorway of the kitchen, the pianist opened the door again. A woman this time, blonde. Holy sh*t, Ty really had it hard for blondes. Seriously. If it were him, he'd quit after the last one. "Happy thanksgiving. How can I help you today?" He asked, his shoulders lifting with his usual perfect posture while he studied the annoyed looking face in front of him. How ironic and tragic, but slightly humorous would it be if Ty had a kid with this one too? The wolf kept his snickering to himself. What a cruel sense of humor he had.
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Posted: Fri Sep 25, 2015 11:09 pm
Quoth The Raven: "Nevermore" ═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ✗ Aubrey, Lillian, Hakem, Victoria, Patrick, ?? ✗ Shared link: ✗ Is in human form ✗ Link to journal: none currently ✗ Gown/ Driving✗ Inspiration for newest work: Long Time Coming✗ Today's deadline: -- ═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ Tyrese asked as he tossed the cheeses in a bowl and mashed them down with a wooden spoon, happy to find he'd left his hand mixer in one of the upper cabinets that he could reach rather than the cabinets closer to the floor. Grabbing it with one hand wasn't so easy, but it was easy to catch once he dropped it off the shelf. He sloppily opened the box with and plugged it in, frowning in concentration as he tried to insert the beaters while the mixer slipped freely across the counter and out of reach. He needed two hands. The male looked to Patrick just as the brunet offered to help, a small red tint covering his cheeks before he averted his gaze. Damn it, he wasn't used to this. "Cound you take over for me? I'm starting to feel stupid." What was he going to do if he got the mixer running? He needed to hold the mixer and the bowel to keep it still, and that required two hands. He moved out of the way, looking past the other male as the bell rang. Who now? Still could be Finn, or Lysander, or Sinclair with Sela. ═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═
『Estate #: 1504 Lumiere ┋Funds: $467.75』
『Temper┋✎✎✎✎✎┋Stress┋✎✎✎✎✎┋Happiness lvls┋✎✎✎✎✎』
"My words are useless if they don't deconstruct the limitations that keep the creativity in you from flourishing." -TY Havens
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Posted: Fri Sep 25, 2015 11:31 pm
〖★Clothing: War for oats ★Money: $1000 ★Mood: Groggy, Lonely〗 Izzy was looking around, up the side of the house and down to the windows in an attempt to look inside the 'I’m a snobby rich girl and my daddy bought this for me because I’m his favourite' vibe giving house. Hearing the click of the door handle being turned Izzy snapped her head back to attention to see someone opening the door, tilting her entire body to get a sneak peak at the appearance of who ever it was she brought her body back up straight when the door was opened. Blinking below her helmet several times she looked at the guy her eyes moving up and down until they focused in on his blue hair, why was this....this whatever it was, reminding her of someone. Izzy looked at him a for a few more seconds seemingly awe struck before she bent her head slightly bringing her hand up to her helmet to pull it off. When she did her long hair fell from the inside of the helmet down to her knees the ends of her blonde hair curling slightly at the tips giving her normally straight hair something interesting as it looked like her hair was trying to form ringlets that would never happen. Holding her helmet under her left arm she made a half hearted gesture with her right arm, moving it at the elbow in a half wave "Hello, Happy Thanks Giving" she said leaving off the 'rich boy' she wanted to add to the end of it. Smiling slightly, her face transforming into a slightly calmer version of her annoyed face, causing her to give of the air that she was controlling herself "I'm Izzy. I live a bit down the street" she stretched the truth, she technically lived down the street...three neighbourhoods away in a roughly two story house paid for by the uncouth methods she had used to obtain the money during her travels "Anyway, My check's on hold at the bank for some odd reason" she said, tapping the side of her head with her palm "anyway I was wondering if you have any oats, I seemed to have run out...dunno when, but do you have any to spare? Kinda cravin' 'em right now" she shrugged the last part off and found herself glancing at the blue hair again, she bit her rosie pink bottom lip as she switched the helmet so it was under her right arm, and squinted her eyes "Hey..." she said moving her left arm, her hand going to her hip, her middle finger going into her front belt loop as she smiled and looked at the guy in front of her. She remembered something about the stars when she looked at the guy in front of her, but all she could grab on to from her memory was flippy dark blue hair that she had desperately fought with herself not to cut, but since that was all she could catch onto and that could honestly be anyone she forced her mind to drop the thought "Sorry if its a bother" she said calmly.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx〖★Pocket Items:House Key, Motorcycle key, Cell phone, ID〗OOC: sorry if I quoted double, The order of the way I did things didn't fit right with me the first time.
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