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Post by DONNAHUE, CHRISTOPHER on May 27, 2010 23:12:14 GMT -5
The trees were full, the night sky was studded with stars in between the rolling clouds. The young man strolled through the park hands deep in his white chef pants as he cooled down after a long night of work. A cigarette burned from his lip with the standard trial of smoke lifting into the air. It wasn't often that he smoked, very rare actually, but the night had been a rough one. Some brash American had had the balls to criticize his food. Like the man knew anything about good food probably wouldn't know a decent steak if it mooed at him. Not only did that happen but one of the sou chefs had up and quit on them, and the new waiter had tripped and dumped a bowl of steaming soup all over him. Lucky for the waiter Chris had backup pants kept in a gym bag.
The night air was cooler than a normal summer night and his gaze lifted upward figuring it would rain any minute. Not that it mattered he actually enjoyed walking in the rain. Inhaling deeply he lifted a hand to pluck the cancer stick out of his mouth to exhale. Most times when he'd had a rough night at work he headed straight home to change to go to the bars. But tonight he figured a bottle wouldn't help things. Certainly being around a bunch of drunk people wouldn't. Puffing the cig again he sighed as he exhaled before grinding the thing into his wrist and tossing it into a trash can. The pain acted as a chemical inducer from his brain releasing the necessary chemicals to dull the pain. It was almost a head rush between the pain and the natural chemicals.
Flexing his hand he stared at the perfectly round hole of burnt flesh. He didn't do it because he was in the depths of despair or was crying for help or attention or because he wanted to die. He just did it. He'd wanted to so he did it. That's how it always was it wasn't a big deal most days, so he didn't make it one by over analyzing it. After a moment of staring he started walking again shoving the hand back into his back almost hissing when the burn rubbed against the fabric. What one did to get a rush, to feel alive and not a shell waltzing through space. Now he wanted rum great and he was no where near a bar. Cursing he found a bench and sat down leaning his head back staring at the sky.
"Come on rain fall already. I can smell you. Now get down here." He spoke English not seeing the point in speaking Japanese when there were no Japanese to speak to. Chris closed his eyes sighing in relief when the first rain drop hit his eyelid. "First thing to go my way all night." He mumbled pulling out with hands to lay them upturned on his lap for the blessed rain to fall on them. So he might look a bit weird sitting there like that but he really didn't give a rats behind.
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Music: Whispers in the Dark-Skillet
Comments: surprise me
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Post by VALENTINE AUBREY on May 30, 2010 13:47:10 GMT -5
 Time will see us realing
Diamonds rain across the sky[/b][/size][/font] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size][/center] Today was one of the better days that tended to exist in Aubrey's world. It was his day off so he didn't need to go to the book shop he worked at and deal with people that could be both stupid and annoying. Those two traits seemed to come hand in hand with most people. Instead, he went to a park - like he normally did when he was feeling lazy - and laid down in a nice, soft patch of the greenest grass he could find. With his arms behind his head and black headphones in his ears, he stared up at the sky, watching clouds pass by.
He felt only the most perfect peace while he laid undisturbed in the grass. Bands such as High and Mighty Color or Three Days Grace blasted from his headphones into his mind as he stared up at cotton-white clouds and painted his future on the blank canvases they gave him. He pictured things like a professional drummer in the most amazing band ever. That was what he wanted most of all, pretty much. Though, there were other things he wanted as well. Things better left unsaid such as the complete extinction of bunny rabbits. Then there was his dream that pretty much everyone wanted: to find their one and only. But he had time for that. Right?
As time passed, he realized that the clouds were slowly starting to grow darker. Did that mean rain? He didn't want it to rain, honestly. He didn't really mind it but he'd prefer to see the stars when night swallowed the sky into utter darkness. He wanted to see the sparkling diamonds otherwise known as stars. He found it quite amusing to try and count the billions of little lights in the sky though he always stopped after he passed fifty-something. Leave it to Aubrey to be the only guy that could lay on his back for hours on end just staring at the sky. If he would grow hungry, a simple reach into his pocket and he could produce a lollipop that could last for an hour or so. Today he decided he was going to extra lazy.
Though, there were times he was forced to push himself up from the ground and go off for a little while. He was human and one can only push off a bathroom break for so long. But he'd always return to his spot; the spot marked by crushed grass from being laid on for so long.
Slowly, the night sky did start to eat away at the day as the sun set. Aubrey didn't realize it at the moment but he was starting to doze off. Eyes seeking shelter from the light that managed to pass through the clouds closed. He let the rock music drift him off to sleep. Despite the blaring noise, he still managed to find peace. Aubrey didn't intend to fall asleep but he did.
Long moments stretched by. Amazingly his iPod died. Foot steps echoed inside his mind, ironically pulling him from the nightmare he rarely had. Maybe it was the sugar he had before he passed out that brought bake the memory of the attack of the rabbits. With a sudden jolt, he shot up, bracing himself up with his hands. Staring at the ground for a long moment, it took him a while to process that his iPod had died. Silence started to sink in and he didn't like that. Not one bit.
Quickly pulling the buds from his ears, he started to wrap the headphone wire around the black iPod before stuffing the device into his pocket. Pulling out yet another lollipop, he made sure to make as much noise as he could unwrapping the sweet before popping it into his mouth. He rubbed the plastic wrapper in his hand as he stood and the crinkly noise it made pierced the silence.
With the sudden feeling of a cold prick on his arm, he looked up to the sky only to get another cold prick. Evening rain. A soft sigh escaped him but he smiled crookedly none the less. Looks like he was walking home in the rain. At least he was going to walk home in the rain when he noticed a lonely and not-so-bad looking man sitting on a bench not so far away.
With a wicked smile played on his lips, he made his way over to the guy. He wasn't one to pass up a chance of flirting and when it came to gender, he just didn't care. Anyone was worth a shot at love. "Hey," he said as he approached the bench, "Had a rough day?" That really wasn't his normal pick up line. The guy just looked like he did have quite a rough day and it looked like a good way to break any ice. [/blockquote] - [/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size][/center] Tags: Christopher Donnahue and open
Word Count: 815
Music: Diamond Eyes by Deftones
Notes: Hope you don't mind me just popping in ^-^ I was a little bored so I decided I'd post [/size] |
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Post by DONNAHUE, CHRISTOPHER on Jun 1, 2010 1:04:27 GMT -5
Recipes flew through his mind as he enjoyed the cool rain plopping on his skin. With the recipes came the ingredients and the best places to find said ingredients within the city. Some places were definitely better than others, and though he knew which ones were best he still went through the sequence of planning. Tomorrow he'd get up bright and early to make sure he got the first, and best pickings of the day. Once he was done shopping he could always go back to bed, or better yet if it was still raining he could sit on his balcony with a glass of wine. As much as he enjoyed sitting in the rain he loved to simply sit and watch it. Some might find it boring but he found it soothing. He'd always found water soothing like many other people in the world.
After going through the various recipes, and ingredients he went through the appropriate alcohols that blended well with each dish. It wasn't that he was an alcoholic it was just that he preferred alcohol to other beverages. There were just so many choices, and so much one, who knew how that is, could do with alcohol. Most other drinks were limited where alcohol seemed limitless, and to a chef limits were not fun. Or at least to this chef they weren't he liked spreading his creative wings a bit.
Opening his eyes slowly he stared into a pitch black sky only seeing the rain drops when they hit the light of the nearby light post. It was slightly dizzying but it he liked it so he didn't close his eyes again. The cold water hurt his burn a bit at first but the longer he sat there the better it felt. He almost looked drugged sitting there his bag on the ground beside his feet staring up at the sky. Did he care? Nope, not one bit.
The sound of footsteps perked his attention but he didn't bother in looking. He was relaxing and knew nary a soul in the entire city that he'd bother lifting his head for. Sure he had 'acquaintances', co-workers, and 'lovers'. But he didn't see any of them as being close to him, and even the lovers he hardly ever saw twice. When the footsteps stopped rather close to him he still didn't bother to look. Maybe the person was trying to see if he was dead, or stoned. Either way it was none of his business. If they thought he was dead he'd simply laugh about it later.
Expecting the footsteps to start again and to fade away he was shocked to hear a voice suddenly interrupt his tranquil state. Slowly he rolled his eyes to find the source of the voice and found an attractive male staring at back. Strangers didn't very often just walk up to another stranger who may or may not be drugged. Let alone sound somewhat concerned about said drugged stranger. He thought about setting up more or lifting his head to actually face the guy or cover his wrist. But in the end he did none of these because he was comfortable, why move?
"Yeah, a bit, but I'm used to it." Glancing to his left and right he saw that he'd plopped smack dab in the middle of the bench leaving no room for the guy to sit down. To be polite he should move but he was tired and no one ever said he was polite. But another part of him also didn't feel like sitting alone, so he moved enough to leave room for the guy to set next to him on his left side. Once settled in the same position as before he gave the guy a look over starting from the eyes to the feet. Nice, very nice.
Simply sitting there staring he wondered if the guy would sit down or not. Then he wondered why the guy had approached him in the first place. He wasn't a big talker to begin with let alone to some random stranger. Maybe if he actually had someone close to him he might be a chatt kathy, but he doubted it. He wasn't like kind of guy, or at least not anymore. but he figured if he wanted the guy to stick around he should at least attempt conversation.
"So, do you always hang around parks at night and approach strangers?" His voices was light and a bit joking but he didn't smile. Not a very smilie person along with not being very vocal. It didn't bother him, and if it bother cute random guy then, well, oh well.
Tag: Valentine
Words: 778
Music: Break Your Heart- Taio Cruz
Comments: I was actually reading your thread request and profile just before I saw you took my thread, and I was thinking he sounds awesome. And then you took my thread and I nearly danced for joy. ^_^
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Post by VALENTINE AUBREY on Jun 2, 2010 0:28:24 GMT -5
Time will see us realing
Diamonds rain across the sky [/b][/size][/font] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size][/center] The way this stranger perched himself on the bench reminded Aubrey of a dead man that has lost all hope. Hands with the palms facing to the sky as if asking whatever deity there might be for one last glimmering hope of happiness and head tilted back lifelessly. In fact, the only way Aubrey could tell he was actually alive was the faint rise and fall of his chest. Though, it would have been Aubrey's luck if this not-so-bad looking stranger was dead.
As he grew closer, this not-so-bad looking stranger started to change into quite the attractive guy. Fate had decided to rain on his lazy parade (quite literally) but fortune played him a fine hand by leading him to quite the fine man that seemed to be stuck in a bad funk. Looks like Aubrey had a little game to play to twist his funk into something that would hopefully cause it to shine a bit brighter. By his features, Aubrey assumed that he had a killer's smile and why not test to see if he could knock Aubrey dead with it?
Though, he started to get a bad feeling after he had asked if the man had a rough day. It was night. The park was empty except for those two. What if he thought that Aubrey was some mental serial killer or something and totally flipped? Too many horror stories have started in an empty park with a crazy guy and the victim. Though, normally the victim was female. Aubrey was not in the mood to handle a major flip out from him. Screaming and yelling would not go over well right now.
However, the only noise that seemed to spill from the stranger's lovely mouth was a calm reply. Good. Aubrey started to become amused with the thoughts that he had come up with. Maybe he had spent a little too much time in what sun had managed to fall from the sky earlier that day. The sun really fudged up his thinking and it looked as if it had caused a wild imagination to grow inside the lazy mind.
Though, Aubrey couldn't really tell if the burn that was formed into a perfect circle was his imagination that was conjured by a simple glance or if, in fact, that was a real burn. Though it wasn't like he'd say anything about it. If the guy was a masochist and excited by pain, he didn't care. All the more fun in the sun, he guessed.
He watched as the guy moved, scooting over to make some room on his left side. Was Aubrey supposed to sit beside him? Even if he wasn't, he did anyway. Getting closer to this handsome stranger was definitely on his to-do list.
After situating himself beside the stranger, slouching slightly with his arms resting against the back of the bench slightly, he glanced at him. He had asked a question that made Aubrey sound like a creeper. Does he always hang around the park at night and approach strangers? That amused him slightly and it was quite evident as a low chuckle escaped him. A delicious bright smirk splayed on his lips as one of his eye brows arched up questioningly. "No, not normally. Only if the stranger is exceptionally handsome," or hot, he wanted to add but didn't. Hot wasn't exactly a classy word and it was only flattering to a few people. He wasn't looking to offend him. Though, the possibility of him thinking Aubrey was a creeper was getting bigger and bigger. Oh well. He didn't seem to care.
Though, he did want this pretty boy's name. "My name's Aubrey by the way," he said. You can't really expect to get something without giving a little first. So that's what he did. Gave the stranger his name and hoped for something in return.
With a smirk still playing on his lips and a certain spark of life in his eyes, he gazed at the man, one foot tapping to an imaginary beat inside his head against the ground. [/blockquote] - [/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size][/center] Tags: Christopher Donnahue and open
Word Count: 681
Lyrics: Diamond Eyes by Deftones
Music: A Story To Tell Your Friends by Every Avenue
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Post by DONNAHUE, CHRISTOPHER on Jun 3, 2010 0:36:23 GMT -5
He closed his eyes for a bit enjoying the rain gently hitting his eyelids. When the stranger sat down beside him he felt the slight increase of temperature that came when a body was in close proximity. Taking a deep breath he wanted to see if the guy smelled nice or not. What he got wasn’t really unpleasant but he certainly smelled, grass? He peaked an eye open to glance the guy over once more. The man didn’t look like a yard worker or someone who worked in the park so what did he kind of smell like grass? Lifting his eye brows up and down in a sort of shrug he closed his eye again not really caring all that much why the guy smelled somewhat of grass. It wasn’t unpleasant so he couldn’t complain.
His question had brought out a delightful chuckle from the stranger and it almost made him smile again. Slowly opening both his eyes he rolled them over to stare at the guy as he responded. ‘Exceptionally handsome,’ hmm? He thought his eyes doing the smiling for him. “Well, if you’re that selective in who you approach out of the blue then I feel honored. It’s good to know that you have a system. How’s it working out for you?”
It wasn’t like Chris hadn’t heard pick up lines before from both genders and in many different circumstances. He’d even been hit on in a park, though it wasn’t so late in the evening or raining. Which made this meeting a bit special, unique, and he liked unique. Made things more interesting, gave it a kick that just getting hit at a bar would never achieve. Sighing contently he straightened a bit moving to lean an arm on top of the bench to rest his head on the crook of his elbow. He stared at the guy with mischievous eyes showing all the expression needed with the rest of his face practically blank.
“Aubrey, an old Germanic name meaning elf or magical being. How intriguing.” Lifting a hand he tilted his head a bit sideways and decided to put his flirt on as well. He let a bright almost innocent looking smile spread but the mischievousness hadn’t left his gaze. “The name’s Christopher, but you can call me Chris.”
Whether Aubrey took his hand or not after a minute or so he dropped his hand to rest lazily on his knee. He enjoyed staring at the guy his eyes glancing over the various features cataloging pluses and minuses in his mind. Happily he found more pluses than minuses by the time he was done. Content just to sit there in the rain and once he was done staring he closed his eyes again not really feeling any fear. Most people might have, and he probably should have, but with a life like he’d had one stopped fearing certain things. Death, rape, robbery, getting drugged? None of this inspired fear to ripple through his body, so he didn’t feel any real need to fear the gentleman sitting next to him.
Chris sighed again the smile having long faded away as he sat there eyes closed. “Nothing beats a soft rain after a long night of cooking.” He peered his eyes open again but only keeping them halfway open at he gazed lazily and contentedly at Aubrey. Rain, and an attractive person to stare at the night was finally turning around.
Tag: Aubrey Valentine
Words: 577
Music: If I had you-Adam Lambert
Comment: Sorry so short..
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Post by VALENTINE AUBREY on Jun 4, 2010 13:08:17 GMT -5
Time will see us realing
Diamonds rain across the sky [/b][/size][/font] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size][/center] The corner of his lips twisted up in a slight smile as the man lazily opened one eye before closing it again and raising his eyebrows a little like a shrug. Whenever Aubrey did something like that, it was usually followed with a 'why not.' Had he just checked him out? Aubrey surely didn't doubt it. Though, why would he care? It meant that he had passed. At least, it did to Aubrey. It looked like he might just have a little fun tonight. And if he was extremely lucky, he might not spend the night alone. Though, he really didn't care if he did or didn't. Why worry about petty things like that? It's not like his life would be over if he went home alone.
Again, his eyes opened slowly. Was this man just as lazy as Aubrey? If so, it looked as if he hit the jackpot. Lazy men were usually fun to hang out with and it's a little hard to find attractive lazy men like himself or this one. And though there wasn't a smile on the stranger's face, he got all he needed from his eyes. Or at least what he could see of them. It looked like Aubrey would have to work a little bit harder to drag an actual smile out of the man.
"I say my system is working well if it got someone such as yourself to talk to me," with another line came another smirk and a spark of playfulness lit up his eyes. With the way he said it, soft and alluring yet somehow nonchalantly at the same time, it was meant to be quite the flirtatious compliment.
Watching as the man changed his position, he knew that now he was getting somewhere. Straightening himself and resting his head on the crook of his elbow, the attractive stranger looked absolutely adorable. Though, the mischievous eyes of his just made Aubrey's grin widen slightly. Aubrey was starting to like what he was looking at more and more as time seemed to tick by and it was showing in his own eyes.
Though, amusement and a low form of awe loomed in his eyes as he arched an eyebrow again. He hadn't a clue as to what his name meant. It never really seemed to be something he needed to know. But he was right. It was intriguing that his name meant elf or magical being.
However, Aubrey quickly became distracted from that. He had gotten two things he wanted. His name and a smile. And it was almost innocent - one of the best kind of smiles they were. The smile and the mischievous gleam in his eyes was a deadly combination and it turned out Aubrey was right. This Christopher had a killer smile.
Taking his hand like he thought he was supposed to, he shook it. The smirk on his face matched the alluring playfulness of his eyes as he said, "I did not know my name meant that. So what does your name mean, Chris?" assuming it had something to do with Christ he had to create his own meaning. It was quite hard to turn such a religious thing into some form of a pick-up line. Instead, he added, "The tantalizing one?" Another arch of an eyebrow just added to his lively flirtatious features as he tried yet another line. Wasn't Aubrey especially flirtatious tonight? Not that it bothered him in the least bit.
Chris' eyes closed once again. Obviously he wasn't feeling any fear which helped meant that Aubrey must not have been coming off as a creeper. Which was a good sign. The chances of having a new friend seemed to become brighter. However, he still didn't get his hopes up. Not everyone would be willing to spend the night with a random stranger and he shouldn't assume that just because Chris was allowing him to flirt - and flirting back - meant that he was as easy as some.
Though, Aubrey only started to worry a little as a soft sigh escaped Chris. Hopefully he wasn't losing the interest of him this soon? In hopes of keeping the conversation flowing in order to keep his interest captive, Aubrey asked: "You cook? What do you cook?" However, the question wasn't only to keep Chris talking. It was also because he was quite curious. Aubrey was a fan of overly sweet foods and many different dishes. If Chris happened to cook one of these dishes, it would surely keep Aubrey interested. And if he could bake, he may just giggle with joy. Inside, anyway.
Keeping an amused and flirtatious gleam in his eyes and playful smirk looming on his lips, he continued to gaze that Chris to show him that he had his attention. Aubrey hardly noticed the cold rain that patted against his skin as he slowly turned his torso so that it faced Chris a bit more, his arm still resting against the back of the bench before running a hand through his light, damp hair. [/blockquote] - [/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size][/center] Tags: Christopher Donnahue and open
Word Count: 843
Lyrics: Diamond Eyes by Deftones
Music: Count Me In by Framing Hanley
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Post by DONNAHUE, CHRISTOPHER on Jun 4, 2010 23:40:36 GMT -5
The guy was cute, didn’t act stupid, and wasn’t coming on too strong. All very good points toward Chris actually making this conversation last any length of time let alone carry on through the night. He hated it when people pushed at him like they were desperate to get laid or something. It was a complete and utter turn off. The guy, wait had he mentioned his name, thinking back he realized the guy had just freaking said it. Oh, well not like the guy could read minds. If he could then Chris was utterly screwed but things like that didn’t exist lucky for him.
Continuing his lazy gaze he wondered if he was making a good impression like this hottie was on him. If he wasn’t he could bet the guy would leave soon, or wouldn’t sound so pleasant. Some people didn’t like his apathetic look or his almost cored sounding voice when they tried to hit on him. Well, Aubrey wasn’t really trying to hit on him he was succeeded nicely. It was a nice change to actually have someone who wasn’t an air head hit on him. Made things more enjoyable more relaxing. Plus if things went alright this enjoyable feeling could last a few more hours at least. It’d been far too long since he’d had an truly enjoyable night. Blinking he darted his gaze to the right telling himself to stop using the word enjoyable so much while thinking. He returned his gaze back to Mr. Handsome hoping that this conversation lead to other pleasant things. If not then well a nice long walk in the cold rain would have to suffice.
“Such as me? Hmm, I do hope that little phrasing is a good thing.” He let his eyes close his body completely relaxed and getting pretty soaked sitting in the soft rain. But he didn’t mind it was nice if a bit chilly. Seemed as though things were going smoothly if Chris would have been a suspicious or paranoid person he would’ve thought too smoothly. But he was not the kind of person to kick a gift horse in the mouth, or however that saying went. He was going to benefit from this little encounter for as long as he could.
Though he knew even if Aubrey was still with him when morning came that would be the end of it. Maybe they might hook up another night, but he doubted it. Things like this didn’t tend to last long usually the parties involved wanted one thing and after a night it was done. That was fine with him as in that it was almost a rule to make them leave after he was done with them. In most circumstances it was unless the experience was highly pleasurable for both people.
The bits and pieces of expressions that he was getting from the guy in between closing his eyes were usually agreeable ones. All positive, and most had the stranger smiling at him which was good and very nice to look upon. When he finally decided to keep his eyes open for a period of time his small smile grew a bit at the question of his name. He liked Aubrey’s interpretation better than the actual one. “Sadly, no. It means ‘bearing Christ inside’.”
Rolling his eyes he grinned a bit. “But I like your version better, though I don’t know if I’m very tantalizing.” He practically purred that last word before closing his eyes again the grin fading slowly leaving his face blank. Between the pleasing conversation, the rain, and being tired from work he just couldn’t keep his eyes open. It wasn’t that he was really tired just didn’t want his eyes open more that his eyes were tired, not his mind. He felt safe, relaxed, and not at all pressured by the cute guy sitting next to him. A very pleasant change in events indeed, so much so that he’d completely forgotten about the burn on his wrist.
At the question he opened his eyes again wondering how he should answer that. Shrugging with his eyebrows again he sat up and stretched his arms above his head. After dropping his arms to his sides he ran his hands through his sopping wet hair as well. “I can basically cook anything someone asks me to. Not to brag but it’s just what I do. Not the best with soufflés and for some odd reason I can’t cook macaroni from a box.”
He said that last bit in all seriousness but his eyes seemed to spark with laughter. It was completely true however, he always burnt boxed mac and cheese. From scratch? A near masterpiece just not from the box with the little dinosaur on the front. First off the stuff was a disgrace to macaroni and cheese, secondly, powdered cheese? Really? The first time he’d tried it he’d vomited it up and refused to eat it ever again. Didn’t help that he’d burnt it, one of the worst tasting things ever: burn mac and cheese.
“I’m a chef at one of the restaurants that all those snooty people go to.” Waving his hand in disgust he sighed again but it was tired this time as he leaned his head back. His shoulders were a bit achy from work, but nothing a good hot shower couldn’t cure. He rotated his head trying to work out the kinks in his neck before facing the guy head on. Dang was he cute.
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Post by VALENTINE AUBREY on Jun 15, 2010 0:31:04 GMT -5
Time will see us realing
Diamonds rain across the sky [/b][/size][/font] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size][/center] "Oh, it's a very good thing. At least, I was meaning it to be a compliment since it shows that my system is working," he chimed in after Chris had commented on his statement about his system. He had chosen a poor set of words, saying "such as you" which could be taken as either a compliment or an insult. In all honesty, Aubrey had meant to flatter the young man beside him not direct a rude remark is way. Though, since he was relaxing, he must not have been offended by the comment. That was a good thing. Aubrey really didn't want to scare such a pretty face away. What fun would that be?
The rain was starting to cause chills to dance through his body and he started to worry about his iPod. Aubrey was getting pretty soaked and if his iPod malfunctioned, because of the cold tears falling from the angels in the sky, he would not be a happy camper. There were few things that Aubrey couldn't live without and his iPod was one of them. Luckily, he had one hand over the pocket that held his music device so that the rain wouldn't hit it. As much as he liked the rain, he didn't want to stay in it for too long. He stole a glance down to his pocket wen Chris had closed his eyes. It looked like he could wait a while longer.
The thought of leading the stranger off to his house or following him home started to become more and more inviting. A toasty home was ready to welcome him at home and a large bed could get lonely with no one to help occupy the space. But, again, he wouldn't mind going home alone to blast some crazy metal and slowly let the bass beat him into unconsciousness like it did every other night. So many times has his neighbors called to complain about the "racket." But if it helped him sleep, he didn't care. But, then again, a little hot action could take his mind off some troubles that had sprung up the past couple of days. It had been a while since he's woken up to a lovely face beside him and was able to leave with no strings attached. Though, if the guy did get attached...
He was pulled from his thoughts at the mention of Chris' name. A light frown tugged at the corners of his mouth as he learned the actual meaning to the name. It was what he thought - having something to do with Christ. Though, as Chris complimented the meaning he had created, his playful smile returned. "Tch. My meaning is better, isn't it? And you are very tantalizing and tempting. Sitting there looking all apathetic. It makes me want to try and get you to smile, did you know that?"
His smile didn't fade as Chris' did. He was used to it by now. On a bad day, he would have given up trying to coax some sort of emotion out of the young man but he needed a distraction and Chris seemed to be offering the perfect one to him. Trying to get every little emotion he could was proving to be quite the fun game. Especially when he caught glimpses of mischief in the other's eyes. At the moment, Aubrey was favoring the mischief because it meant that Chris might just be planning something as well.
The subject of their conversation jumped from names to food after Chris mentioned he was a chef. Food was always one of Aubrey's favorite things in life. Especially sickening sweet desserts and candies. Chocolate and lollipops. It all brought a childish smile to his bright features. Though, he had mentioned something that Aubrey had never heard before. A souffle? What was that? After listening a little longer, he realized why he had never heard of it. Chris worked at a high-class restaurant and Aubrey never had the money to go to one.
Though, the fact that Chris couldn't cook mac and cheese out of a box made him chuckle teasingly. That was pretty much all Aubrey could cook. He didn't really have very high tastes in food unless it came to his sweets.
"I'll teach you how to cook mac and cheese if you teach me to cook something? I couldn't cook to save my life so I just snack out on candy and other junk. It would be nice to have a decent meal once in a while," he offered with a teasing grin, his unique, red eyes still trained on the young man. He was completely serious about it despite the light tone and playful smile. He really needed to learn to cook something. [/blockquote] - [/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size][/center] Tags: Christopher Donnahue and open
Word Count: 818
Lyrics: Diamond Eyes by Deftones
Music: Snuff by Slipknot
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Post by DONNAHUE, CHRISTOPHER on Jun 16, 2010 23:21:24 GMT -5
He was starting to get chilly from sitting out in the rain and though he did enjoy the rain he didn’t want to get sick either. Blinking slowly he stared up at the sky listening both to the sounds of nature and to the handsome man next to him. Now what to do sit here and continue to get soaked, cold, and mayhaps a cold? Or ask the fine being beside him to go somewhere to continue their conversation? They technically had four choices. Stay, Aubrey’s house, Chris’ house, or find a public place that would allow two soaked people to drip on their furniture while they talked. He preferred the second or third choice personally, and from the way Aubrey seemed to be flirting he guessed he would as well.
Content for the moment at least he closed his eyes waiting for the right moment to suggest leaving. Not like he had anything that would get severely damaged from the rain. His cell phone was the only thing and that was in his bag in a Ziploc bag along with his wallet. He usually kept his cell and wallet in the Ziploc while at work never knew when someone might spill soup, or a pipe might break. Some people thought it was just him being anal but when their phones were ruined and his was still working they kept their mouths shut.
An eye slipped open to stare at Aubrey not having the energy to open both of them. A frown came and went with the name discussion, and he was glad that the smile was the expression that remained. The fact that the guy knew decent words made him feel even better. He hated having conversations with idiots who wouldn’t have a clue what tantalizing meant let alone apathetic. A part of him really wanted to smile at that moment but he kept the reaction at bay as he stretched his arms above his head. It was sweet enough to hear that they guy wanted to make him smile. Most people wouldn’t give a dam and just worry about getting into his pants. This was much nicer.
“No, I did not know that, but it is a pleasant fact to know.” He shoved his evil grin into his eyes instead of actually smiling. Some people didn’t have a lot of emotions through their eyes, but he’d actually practiced doing this. For one it was easier than actually using the muscles in the face. And two it was fun to see how many emotions he could get to shine through his grey eyes. Yes, he got bored just like everyone else in the world and instead of watching television he found something to do.
After stating his expertise in cooking he stood sweeping down to grab his bag in the process. He lifted the bag to have it hang over his shoulder. They were soaked, he was getting really cold, and they were talking about food. All this added up to one thing in his body: hunger. At Aubrey’s confession of eating junk food and barely getting decent meals his jaw dropped. “Well, then I’m gonna fix that right now. I can fix you dinner and teach you at the same time. That is if you want to.”
He ran a hand through his dripping silvery blond hair shifting his weight to one hip. “I’d prefer to cook at my place because I know I have food, and how the equipment works. But I can cook anywhere.” Either way he’d decided to leave the park so he shifted again getting a bit antsy. When he wanted to go he just went standing and waiting was not one of his strengths. “Believe me I have plenty of easy recipes you can learn. If you can learn to cook that horrid box filth then I’m sure you can cook at least six of my recipes.”
Wanting to get going already he started walking slowly heading toward his apartment. If the guy lived in the opposite direction then he could always turn around but he really wanted to get out of the rain all of a sudden. He wanted warmth, he wanted his fuzzy robe, and he wanted food. “I hope you like Italian!” Chris called over his shoulder holding his bag with both hands elbows sticking out on either side of his head as he held the bag down over his spine. Either the guy would catch up or call out the correct direction until then he’d keep walking home.
Tag: Aubrey
Words:: 759
Music: Like Whoa- Aly and AJ
Comments: Heh, it's okay. I was thinking you didn't want to rp anymore. >.< but I'm glad you replied. I thought it was a good post.
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