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Post by Collin Fox on Oct 29, 2014 10:07:12 GMT
Cole was honestly a good guy. Jerk with a heart of gold maybe- but the heart of gold was somewhere in there…somewhere. Collin told himself that anyways as he stomped through the mall. Shane had gone and done something ridiculous (Involving mud and his wood floors) so he had to get out for a while or he would do something rather ridiculous. At least he told himself that- and it wasn’t the building ridiculous frustration against the two men in that home. No that would never be the case. Letting out a low sigh he slid through people- his coat framing his form to actually look imposing. The coat was his favorite- though he was wearing a black shirt instead of his normal purple. Nothing much changed in his wardrobe when it came to the jacket- since he really honestly did like it that much. Pulling it a little tighter around him he finally moved enough out of the way to survey the stores around him. He was mostly looking for electronics to squeal over or something. That or candles- Cole loved his candles. Sandalwood being his favorite- not far behind clean cotton or vanilla cookie. He might say they were for his girlfriend- but hey, he didn’t have much shame in actually using them. So when he finally find some place a few paces up ahead- he rested his arms against the railing to wait for the people to disperse a bit more. While he was a cop- extrovert he was not. When it did finally pick up- the raven haired man drifted closer to the store that hummed and sang ‘holy nerdom’ somewhere in a language that he could probably understand. With this- he bumped into someone- but he was pretty sure she bumped into him. Looking over he saw – oh god what the hell was that on her face? His horror was probably painted on his face. “Oh god what is that on your face?” He waved his hands slightly- as if for her to go away. “I-I mean...uh, yeah you should look where you're going.” Because this is how a man totally says hi to another human being. Insult their makeup. Cause that was a great idea. At least he was out of slapping range.
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Post by Sagira Nazari on Nov 2, 2014 6:24:37 GMT
Perfectly manicured nails drew through light blond locks easing the hair behind Sagira’s ear as the young woman gazed up at the sign describing different parts of the mall. While it was not uncommon to see her in the vicinity hunting for good deals and bargain prices, Sagira had no sense of direction and knew it well. She had to be careful and figure out exactly where she wanted to go else she would end up lost and confused— again. Allowing her crisp purple spheres to traced down the map as her fingers played with a few strands of hair absently, Sagira couldn’t help but wonder why they didn’t just hand out maps or have a suitable app for these types of things.
With a press of glossed lips and a reflection of certainty, Sagira turned from the sign shifting her back pack on one shoulder and starting down the path she’d decided upon. The mall is circular anyways… just remember that she reminded herself briefly only to be cut off by a mental laugh that caused her to frown. Go away you was the mental order that transpired after that, but Sagira knew better than to believe the ghost, her familiar or whatever, would do as she asked. It was frustrating- to say the least of it. However, Sagira had come to tolerate it- whether she particularly wanted to or not. Well- tolerate it as best she could, anyways. Sometimes the damn bitch of a ghost still managed to spook the daylights out of her, and that was more embarrassing than anything! Ugh.
Pushing that thought away, the young woman continued onwards. With a small sway in her step and a flash of her gaze, Sagira focused in on the various shops as she passed them. Certainly there were a number of interesting clothing combinations- what with the transition of seasons having started to take place already, yet she already had in mind what would look simply beautiful for winter. She just had to sew it up, of course. I need fabric and thread and a few other things hm… she considered briefly going through some of the cheaper places to look for the specific fabric she needed rather than to a fabric store, but there were pros and cons for each.
Before she could think on these things, however, Sagira felt a body meet her own, and all too quickly she’d bristled and started back startled. She’d nearly spoken an ‘excuse me’ or some other form of apology when the insult came like a bell back at her. The gestures that followed only exemplified this, and purple eyes narrowed sharply. She should look when she was going? Right after insult? Lips pressed together as some minor color coated Sagira’s features.
“Oh excuse me Mr. So-last-year-casual-black-trench-coat,” she huffed back at him before her thoughts could catch up with her. Normally Sagira would have apologized; normally she would have avoided making some kind of enemy, some kind of scene. However, she was proud of her makeup if not proud of the heritage with which it stemmed from, and for someone to go waking into her and then say that was beyond irritating.
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Post by Collin Fox on Dec 13, 2014 11:16:55 GMT
If Shane was there- Collin might have learned to keep his mouth shut. However he did not, and life tended to hand him karma in return for his rather almost no filter. The woman in front of him- probably around his age- wasn’t someone he had seen before. He could make the assumption that she wasn’t from around here, but that would be insulting if she actually just had immigrant parents. For some reason this was the larger insult to use in Collin’s head- so he didn’t use it. The marks however were something he wasn’t sure about. While yes, he was confused what the hell he was looking at- he didn’t personally care all that much after the shock left his system. However her next statement made him scoff. While he could flatly say he deserved that- that would be stupid to admit defeat. “I quite like last season, considering what’s in season. Have you seen the amount of orange lately? It’s not my color.” He said flatly, his voice neither offended or amused. “Though thank you for noticing the year, blondie.” He let his body language project almost lazy casual- but his eyes made up for that with how active they were. He did not fall easily to these simple taunts from a woman that was probably younger than him. “This mall is packed at this time of year- you’re going to get a lot of ‘get out of the way’, I at least didn’t suckerpunch you. I would say I’m a perfect gentleman.” Cole gave a small chuckle at his own little joke. “And no, I wish I was joking. You should see how people get when they get tipsy on a bit of eggnog around here.”
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Post by Sagira Nazari on Jan 9, 2015 1:21:44 GMT
Sagira’s lip twitched though whether in amusement or irritation, she didn’t know. The man before her was partially correct, the burnt orange of the season wouldn’t do well against his skin tone, yet that didn’t deflect the fact he’d personally insulted her. The thanks earned yet another huff, and arms folded in front of Sagira. “You could at least wear something that didn’t scream depressing lord of the darkness,” she replied before briefly looking thoughtful. “I bet a nice sky blue would bring out the blue in your eyes.” Was she already imagining it? Sagira was indeed. Call it habit if one will, but that was Sagira for you.
As the young man before her went on to tell Sagira that he was a gentleman for having said something softer than the harsh comments that could have been given, the young woman scowled at him softly. “I hate drunks,” she stated her tone lacking edge but an almost upset quality. She would not go on to explain why. Her family history did not need to be spelled out to someone she’d just met especially someone like this. Sagira’s features softened just a little before she rolled her eyes. “And a perfect gentleman wouldn’t say anything like that,” she replied with a bit of a wry smile. “A gentleman would have said it was clearly his fault and apologized.” There was a minor ridicule in her tone, but it wasn’t outright hateful at the least.
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Post by Collin Fox on Feb 3, 2015 23:16:40 GMT
“I like being a lord of darkness. I like letting the peasants know who to bow to. They’re so easy to confuse.” The raven scoffed a little- a tint of amusement in his eyes. He blinked it briefly at her sentence after all. “I like blue.” He affirmed. “I look good in it. But it’s a little too early to be undressing me with your eyes and playing dress up Ken.” He clicked his tongue in mock chiding. He didn’t really care if he offended her or the blond woman because he didn’t play favorites and temper his words. Collin gave a small one shouldered shrug at her next comment. He didn’t really care if she hated drunks, she was stating a fact. “Wait till you have to book them- then they’re even less enjoyable.” With that, he clicked his tongue and shook his head in mock amusement. Scolding, really? Woman really loved to jump around didn’t she? Not that Collin could blame her- his dashing good looks would set any gender’s thoughts aflame. “Sweet cheeks, I’m not in a sixties movie. You’re not a damsel, I shouldn’t have to treat you one. You’re not the queen of my castle.” The raven snorted. “Don’t worry though, I accept your apology. So do please bow to me since you recognize me without my crown.” He gave a more charming smile to show he was joking but it could be seen differently. He moved to rest one of his hands in his pocket- ignoring the people mulling around in general. He was so used to the hustle and bustle it was almost muted and muffled in his ears. His eyes glanced briefly back and forth occasionally, as to reassure there was nothing coming out of the woodwork- but otherwise seemed comfortable standing where he was.
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Post by Sagira Nazari on Mar 8, 2015 20:09:03 GMT
Amethyst eyes rolled high at the follow up comments on a certain lord of darkness. Peasants? Please, what era was he from? Or rather, what Lore-craft novel was he from? She bet he played Dungeons and Dragons or something. This thought was put away, however, when he accused her of undressing him with her eyes and playing dress up. Truthfully considering that was, to a certain extent, what she had been doing, Sagira wouldn’t have been too offended had this been a simple comment. The chiding tone and tongue click, however, had her bristling again. “I can’t help wanting to fix fashion desperation,” she stated back before continuing on.
His shrug earned a simple disdainful frown but nothing more. At least you didn’t have to live with them she mentally chided back. A roar of laughter from the back of her mind had Sagira bristling a little. She knew who was laughing but had since given up trying to understand what was so amusing to the spirit. Are you angry? the question came but met no immediate reply. They both knew she was. It was hard to keep things hidden from someone infested in her mind, after all.
A huff escaped from Sagira, her thoughts turning back to the dark haired man as he spoke. “You can still show respect,” she stated sharply folding her arms in front of herself. Though somewhere in the back of her mind, she could note the shift in tone and demeanor that came with the words thereafter, Sagira couldn’t help but grimace at the words themselves regardless. Forcing a sort of harsh smile, she gazed at him simply. “Sorry, I don’t bow to anyone since we’re not in ancient times and you won’t treat me as a lady in return,” she replied, her features relaxing a little.
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Post by Collin Fox on Apr 24, 2015 23:22:02 GMT
At this point- Collin was pretty sure he was just irritating her for fun. There wasn’t anything big he needed to do – she seemed pretty irritable in the first place. Collin didn’t want to really assume she was pretty- because those big blocky lines on her face weren’t his style- but she was certainly attractive for someone. Moving to shift his weight on the other foot- he only gave a small amused grin. “This fashion is desperate only if you can’t work it- which I do spectacularly. Now you on the other hand?” He teased openly, tilting his head to the side with a foxy grin and puffing out his chest playfully. She was so easily annoyed. “Respect? Girly, I don’t do r-e-s-p-e-c-t,” Spelling out the words like the Aretha Franklin song, he could only smother the laughter as he kept talking “if you don’t find out what it means to me.” Letting his hand come up to run through his hair- he laughed at his own little joke- amused. “Sorry, we’re not in ancient times and I don’t have to respect you just because you have girl parts honey. Prove to me you’re a lady, and I might treat you like one. Because you know what you say about assuming things~” He gave her a sarcastic two fingered salute. “Look, I’m not trying to be a jerk – you’re just pretty easy to rile up.” He waved a hand dismissively with a shrug. “Collin- if you need a name to curse. What’s yours, Queen of fashion?” The raven did try to give an easy going grin- but he wasn’t sure that was really going to be helpful. He was expecting her to leave at one point- she was pretty irritated and he didn’t think she could tolerate it for much longer.
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