'' It's Just a Game [Pinky]

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[atrb=background,http://i1128.photobucket.com/albums/m490/heartfeltxgoodbyes/MUSTANG/Blackbackground.jpg] Her gut rumbled, demanding that she fill it with something more substantial than tequila and orange juice. She had eaten earlier that day--a few cinnamon rolls. Unfortunately, Pinky's body had a nasty habit of burning off sugar energy faster than it could be consumed, and she was beginning to feel drained. "Well I'm up for anything, trust me." It was good that he said that--as soon as she made it into her dorm, she was going to start munching on the first thing that she grabbed out of the refrigerator while she assembled the jambalaya. It may be that Gabriel would be subjected to Goldfish crackers and chocolate milk for an hour or so while the main course baked up. Standard Pinky fodder. The water had felt good, partially because it was a warm day and also because she enjoyed the sensation on a normal basis. Running through the sprinklers on the campus lawn was one of her favorite past-times, and she spent most of her free hours on the beach. Anytime water was involved, her playfulness increased tenfold. "I know. I was hoping you would say that." Now the boy was just asking for it; as she dove in and trotted away pell-mell, she noticed him fall and it slowed her up a bit. Internally, she struggled with the moral dilemma of whether or not to stay back and help him dust off, and it was just enough of a stall that she pretty much lost her upper hand. It was a valiant effort on her part, running away as uncoordinated as she was, but Gabriel was no sloth. There was one small moment when she actually thought she would make it out of the woods, and she had just begun to call out in victory when the world turned upside-down and she was, not for the first time that day, lying on her back looking up at the tree canopy. Bemused, but laughing it off, she looked over to where her new friend lay and tugged up a clump of green grass to throw in his direction like confetti. "Cramps do not feel good." She frowned, concern furrowing her brow. Before she could offer any sympathy, he toughened up in a split second and made another cheeky remark. "So...do you want some water now?" Well, at least he was laughing--he wasn't in too much pain, then. She smirked, rocking to her feet and standing over him with her hands on her hips. "I'll whet my whistle with a tequila sunrise, thank you very much. Can't trust you as far as I can throw you." She flexed one arm, motioning to the small bump of a muscle that surfaced. "I could throw you pretty far, though."

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Brushing the grit and grass off of her backside and ruffling it from her hair, she strutted out of the last row of trees and was greeted with the scent of the hibiscus flowers planted around the academy dormitories. Once again under the assumption that Gabriel would follow, she climbed over a low hedge and half-danced to the large brick building.

Once she had entered, she gravitated to the first door on the left, giving it a rap with her knuckles and standing quietly for a moment. Her eyes lit up at once, and she began to laugh aloud again. "Oh right! This is my place." With a practiced flick of the wrist, she pushed the door open and stepped inside--revealing that it was not the Pinky way to lock doors, another potentially bad habit.

She had lucked out; many were green with envy over her suite. The senior dorms were quite spacious compared to the others--a decent sized kitchen connected to a living room with a vaulted ceiling, and a short hallway to the right led to two bedrooms fit for queens. A bathroom to the left of the entryway, wide enough for three girls to primp themselves at once, invited guests in with the scent of vanilla bean.

"Woe is me, Gabey-Gabe....all of this room and nobody to share it with."[/color] She did seem sad at that, genuinely. Pinky thrived on people, and not having a roommate this semester had been a damp discovery to make.


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Tag: Gabriel

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[gabelangley]

Gabriel quietly watched as she got to her feet, smirking at his question. He figured the answer would probably be no by now, but it couldn't hurt to ask, right? They were almost at the dorms by now, though. Especially since they had decided to run - well it was more like cat and mouse. One running away, the other chasing. But in the end it brought them closer to the dorms.

"I'll whet my whistle with a tequila sunrise, thank you very much. Can't trust you as far as I can throw you."

He grinned as she said this and shrugged innocently. By now she was towering over him as he laid helplessly on the ground; the cramp was slowly subsiding. As he noticed this, she flexed one of her arms to show the muscle there and added, "I could throw you pretty far, though."

"I don't doubt that," he said to himself as she began to leave him behind. He climbed back to his feet and picked up his bookbag which was sprawled out beside him. Good thing it had come off of his shoulder when he pulled them down. That would have been a very painful thing to witness otherwise. He brushed the grass off of himself as well as he followed her toward the dorms Now he was curious as to whether she was planning on still getting him back, which made him a little wary of standing too close to her now. Although he did deserve it after what he did.

Gabe stopped behind her as she knocked on the first door in the hallway. Unless they were making a stop by someone's dorm, he wasn't quite sure why she would be knocking. But nevertheless he stood there silently, waiting to see what happened. She seemed to come to her senses pretty quickly, though as she exclaimed, "Oh right! This is my place." He couldn't help but grin at this mistake and shook his head silently as she opened up the door to lead the way in. Apparently she had forgotten to lock it. When he was in highschool he had forgotten to lock his own door a few times, but nobody seemed to be interested in stealing his stuff either way.

He was mesmerized by how much room she had. Even his senior dorm hadn't been the quality of this. And, at the moment at least, it seemed to be decently clean. It was easy for some people to make a huge mess, even if they were living by themselves. Gabe was actually pretty good about keeping his place clean. He did slack off a bit after having parties in there, but eventually he got around to it.

"Woe is me, Gabey-Gabe....all of this room and nobody to share it with."

He laughed and nodded understandingly. "I know what you mean. I have an apartment all to myself and I'm almost positive your dorm is just as big as it is." If not slightly bigger. After all, he did only have one bedroom in his. But everything in it was of decent size at least. Which it better be after the rent he has to pay for it. He laid his bookbag off to the side where it would be out of the way and glanced over to the bathroom area. He took off his shoes, just in case it was a personal rule of hers. "Mind if I use your bathroom?" Even though they were friends, he didn't want to just start helping himself to everything without her permission.

TAG - Pinky
WORDS - 590
NOTES - Them talking about food makes /me hungry, lol.
TUNES - devil in a midnight mass , billy talent.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0

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[atrb=background,http://i1128.photobucket.com/albums/m490/heartfeltxgoodbyes/MUSTANG/Blackbackground.jpg] "I know what you mean. I have an apartment all to myself and I'm almost positive your dorm is just as big as it is." This boosted her ego, causing her to forget for the time being how lonely it was having the place to herself. The spare bedroom had remained empty for a few weeks when she moved in, waiting and hoping that someone would transfer to the school or switch dorms and come fill it with their things. Her hope dwindled around the fourth week, and she slowly started storing her bins of out-of-season clothing and books she had never gotten around to reading, and other various personal items in the eerily empty bedroom. She had already set to rummaging around in her refrigerator when his question hit her ears. "Mind if I use your bathroom?" What a silly question! "Of course, honeybuns! Mi casa es su casa, you know?" she answered cheerily as she straightened and nudged the refrigerator door shut with her foot, a half-gallon of chocolate milk in her left hand and a bowl of edamame in her right. With a flick of each ankle, both of her shoes once again flew off, striking the wall next to the front door and bouncing neatly onto the colorful mosaic welcome mat as if she had practiced many times. Placing the items on the kitchen counter and scooting the paper towel rack a bit closer to the food, she left the kitchen to attend to her many aquariums set up on a tiered shelf in the living room. The bottom shelf, the widest, was home to a thirty gallon tank of salt water fishes--clown fish and various species of angel fish, and a peculiar-looking animal called a batfish. The next tier held a slightly smaller set-up that was completely dedicated to anenomes, live rocks, and sea cucumbers. The next supported yet a smaller tank with neons and platties and ghost shrimp, and finally the top, smallest shelf held three rounded fish bowls. One housed a brilliant blue beta fish, another a bug-eyed goldfish, and the last one was empty, awaiting a new inhabitant. It was a process, feeding all of these various creatures. Countless bags and bottles of different sorts of fish food sat in a basket hanging from the shelving unit, and Pinky took this time to sort them out and feed the appropriate amount to each ecosystem.

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Tag: Gabriel

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[gabelangley]

"Of course, honeybuns! Mi casa es su casa, you know?"

This was her reply after he asked about using her bathroom. It wasn't that he had expected a no or anything like that, but he had felt the need to ask. After this reassurance, however, he felt a bit relieved that he no longer had to be really careful about what he did. Not that he was about to trash her dorm or anything like that. Gabe smiled appreciatively. "Thanks." He made his way to the bathroom, spending most of his time in there cleaning the dirt off his arm that he had managed to notice moments ago. It must have gotten there when he fell to the ground. While staring into the mirror he also noticed that his hair was a bit of a mess, but he didn't particularly care about that.

After washing his hands, Gabe left the bathroom to notice she had went from the kitchen over to a bunch of aquariums. He walked over to them and watched as she fed each one. They all required a specific type of food and each one a different amount than the last. He would have never been able to remember which one went to which fish. He bent down as his eye caught a weird looking fish that he had never seen before. It reminded him of another animal, or perhaps a different type of fish, but he couldn't place a name on what it was. "What kind of fish is this?" he asked curiously, pointing to it in it's tank on the bottom shelf.

He had never been a type of person to keep any fish of his own, but some of them could be very interesting. Such as the one he was watching now. He didn't know what half of them were called, but he didn't particularly want to ask about every single one of them. Gabriel stood back up after a moment so he could look at the fish on the top shelf. "So your shift wouldn't happen to be some type of fish, would it?" It was only a guess, but it wasn't like that would be the only reason someone could possibly like fish. After all, humans who couldn't shift liked fish. Well, some of them did anyways.

"You should get a shark. You could keep it-" He paused as he thought carefully about this. "-in your bathtub. Or you could stash it in somebody's pool!" This last bit he said more excitedly, as if that was the perfect idea. He would love to see their face after they realized it was there, though. But it probably wouldn't turn out well if they didn't see it at all and got in the pool with it. "I think you should do that," he said, as if that determined that she would. "I could even help you get the shark." Somehow.

TAG - Pinky!
WORDS - 500
NOTES - The fish he's asking about is the batfish. Jsyk.
TUNES - devil in a midnight mass , billy talent.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0

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[atrb=background,http://i1128.photobucket.com/albums/m490/heartfeltxgoodbyes/MUSTANG/Blackbackground.jpg] She was painstakingly measuring out an even tablespoon of freeze-dried krill when he approached, but being so carefully absorbed in what she was doing prompted her not to jump when he spoke. "What kind of fish is this?" He was pointing at the bottom tank, and her face lit up with pride. "That's an orbiculate batfish! Her name is Willhemina. I call her Willy for short sometimes." Pinky crouched to look at the tank at eye-level, sprinkling the fish food into the water and watching as the odd flat fish swirled beneath the top of the water, sucking the miniature shrimp into her mouth. The fish was only five inches across at her widest, with brilliant orange scales which made her look like a solar flare. "She's just a baby, now,"

[/color] she cooed, tickling the fish through the glass and gazing at her with loving eyes, "But one day she'll be over a foot long and I'll have to get a bigger tank."[/color] It was obvious that she put alot of energy and effort into her aquariums; as a matter of fact, it was one of the few things that she was responsible about.

"So your shift wouldn't happen to be some type of fish, would it?" She had known that the question was coming. "Yep! I'm a seahorse,"[/color] she announced in her singsong voice. She pointed to the tank above. "Sometimes when I want to relax, I shift and drop into this tank. It's very relaxing to just hold onto the kelp with your tail and hang out with Charleston, there. Oh, Charleston is the sea cucumber,"[/color] she explained quickly, pointing at the spiny caterpillar-looking thing slowly crawling along the bottom of the tank.

"You should get a shark. You could keep it in your bathtub. Or you could stash it in somebody's pool! I think you should do that. I could even help you get the shark." With each word he spoke, he seemed to grow more and more excited about the idea, which she picked up on and quickly absorbed.

"I've always wanted a pet shark!! I've had the little ones before, that don't get more than a few inches long, but I want a real one--like a lemon shark! Sharks are way cooler than dolphins, I've always thought. But I don't think sharks would enjoy living in a swimming pool; they belong in the ocean,"[/color] she said with a sagely nod of her head. "But it would be really cool..."[/color]

"Oh! And this is Claudette, Raymond, Faulkner, and Bono," she said, pointing at each clownfish or angelfish in turn. Moving up to the next tank, she introduced him to Yates and Hillary the sea anenomes and Igneous the live rock. The next tank was full of a school of identical neons who were all named Steve and a few indistinguishable platties that she referred to as Peter. The beta at the top was Fry; the goldfish was Ed. As she named them off, she motioned to each of the fish individually, happy as a clam.

"What's your shift?"[/color] she asked suddenly, pulling a small footstool from underneath the shelving unit and standing ontop of it to sprinkle dinner into Fry and Ed's bowls.

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WC: 537
Tag: Gabriel
Notes: Willy!!!

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[gabelangley]

"That's an orbiculate batfish! Her name is Willhemina. I call her Willy for short sometimes."

As he squinted down at it, he realized it did kind of resemble a bat. "Free Willy. Only, not so free," he teased. It seemed happy enough. Not that he could read expressions on a fish. They all seemed pretty pitiful to him, but he guessed that she could tell. His eyes widened slightly when she told him that it was just a baby. It didn't look like a baby. Then again he assumed if it was small, it was a baby. If it was bigger, it was an adult. Not very realistic, but that was the way he looked at it.

"No way," he said as she told him that she shifted into a seahorse. That was awesome. He had never seen one in person before. Well, and he still hadn't, considering she hadn't shifted. It was actually pretty awesome how many animals there were that people could shift into. Sometimes it was something really common and other times it was something that wasn't known by a lot of people.

"Sometimes when I want to relax, I shift and drop into this tank. It's very relaxing to just hold onto the kelp with your tail and hang out with Charleston, there. Oh, Charleston is the sea cucumber."

He pondered for a moment how she managed to get into the tank after shifting, but dismissed it as she pointed to the sea cucumber. Fish had never really fascinated him before, but then all he ever really looked at were goldfish all the time. She had a lot of different stuff, so that made it much more interesting. After he made his comment about the shark, he wasn't really surprised that she was excited at the idea of it as well.

But she also seemed to have enough sense to realize that a fish wouldn't like living in a swimming pool. And it probably wouldn't survive either. Despite the idea seeming awesome, he didn't want to kill the shark. Sometimes he wished his shift had been a shark. They were scary looking. Especially the lemon sharks. He watched as she introduced each one of her pet fish, fascinated that some of them were actually living. The names were pretty awesome too, but there was no way he would remember them all.

"I've never known someone to have so many different type of fish," he told her, moving closer to the glass to look in. Much closer than was needed, but so close his face was almost pressed to it. It kind of hurt his eyes, though. "Ow, okay. Bad idea," he said, moving back from the glass and rubbing his eyes. After a moment he stopped and watched as she pulled out a stool, using it to reach the two fish bowls on the top shelf. "A falcon," he answered simply. His stomach began to growl as he suddenly remembered the food they had been talking about earlier. But he didn't want to mention it, so he kept silent.

"So what do you do in your free time? Party? Hang out with friends?" he asked as he turned away from her and looked around her dorm. It was a little hard not to stare when she was standing right in front of him.

TAG - Pinky
WORDS - 571
NOTES - Nonee.
TUNES - devil in a midnight mass , billy talent.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0

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[atrb=background,http://i1128.photobucket.com/albums/m490/heartfeltxgoodbyes/MUSTANG/Blackbackground.jpg] Her mood was lifted considerably as she told him of her shift, and even more so when he seemed intrigued by it. She had never met any other seahorse shifters; in fact, it was rare that she met any other marine shifters period. Sometimes, she felt special. The fact that he seemed interested in her fishy friends excited her even more, and she was very glad that she had run into this young fellow. Not many people found Willy and company as neat as she did, though of course she may be slightly biased in that regard. She laughed as he at first drew closer to the tanks and then pulled away. "Careful, it's like sitting too close to a TV," she tittered, once more leveling out an amount of fish food. That being said, Pinky made it a point to remember that piece of advice herself--she spent countless hours of procrastination infront of the aquariums. "A falcon," he replied simply, and she was suddenly focused on her friend once more. "That's so awesome! So you can like, fly and junk? That's way cool! I can't even swim well when I shift,"

[/color] she admitted with a half-smile. "I wish seahorses could fly."[/color]

"So what do you do in your free time? Party? Hang out with friends?" Coming down off of the stool and pushing it back underneath the shelves with a foot, she rearranged the bottles of fish food and wiped her hands off on her shorts. She noticed that he was no longer looking at her, and nervously made sure that nothing was amiss with her wardrobe--it didn't seem that there was.

"You could say that. I like to have parties pretty often, and do girly things like shopping and makeovers. It's my duty to keep my friends happy," she said, almost solemn. "I do a lot of baking, too, you know? Cupcakes are my specialty. One day, I'm going to open a bakery right here on the island."[/color]

After a moment, a lightbulb seemed to go off above her noggin. "Oh yeah! Food!"[/color] Her grin actually turned a bit sheepish, and she clasped her hands behind her back cutely in a nonverbal apology. "I'm kind of scatterbrained, I guess. There are soybeans on the counter and some chocolate milk--help yourself. I'll get everything else going."[/color]

In a snap she popped into the kitchen, rummaging beneath the counters for various pots and pans. She was definitely practiced, and worked at breakneck speed as she assembled groceries and chopped and julienned each one. It was amazing sometimes how she still had all of her fingers on each hand.

Pausing mid-slice, she lifted the knife and flicked her wrist over to put a finger to her chin in thought. The blade was mere inches from her face, but she either didn't notice or didn't care. "Umm...what about you? What do you do?"[/b]

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WC: 481
Tag: Gabriel

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[gabelangley]

"Careful, it's like sitting too close to a TV."

Gabriel was grateful for the warning, but it was just a bit too late after he had pulled away. At least he wouldn't do it again. Well, who was he kidding? Sometimes he was stupid enough to repeat the action, even if he knew it wasn't a good idea. She was interested in his shift as much as he was in hers. "Yeah, lots of flying. It's pretty awesome. Would be even better if I were in the city, because I would have a much better view. He smiled and shrugged a bit when she mentioned she couldn't swim well in her shift. "But you don't get to really shift that often, do you?" How many of them really did get to?

Despite the shifts being a big part of them, they didn't always get the chance to use them. Besides that, the classes didn't really incorporate the use of their shifting into any of the activities they did. It really made more sense if they would do that. Of course as far as the high school went, he didn't really know if it had changed. The University wasn't much different in that aspect. But how would they really incorporate his shifting into music classes anyways?

"You could say that. I like to have parties pretty often, and do girly things like shopping and makeovers. It's my duty to keep my friends happy. I do a lot of baking, too, you know? Cupcakes are my specialty. One day, I'm going to open a bakery right here on the island."

As she spoke again, he chanced at turning back around to look at her, hoping he hadn't offended her somehow by it. But honestly it would be worse if he couldn't keep it together. He smiled as she mentioned cupcakes. "Cupcakes are awesome. That would be cool, owning a bakery. Especially here on the island. That makes it even better. I would buy something from there every day." At least until he was broke and had no money to buy anything with, no matter where he went.

"Oh yeah! Food! I'm kind of scatterbrained, I guess. There are soybeans on the counter and some chocolate milk--help yourself. I'll get everything else going."

"It's okay. We all have our moments," he told her reassuringly. He didn't want her to feel bad for something as simple as that. It was her place after all and if they were honest with themselves, she didn't even have to make anything. Unless she was just particularly hungry. Of course he was, and his stomach wasn't going to let him forget it, but he wasn't actually starving. She made her way to the kitchen and after a moment he followed, watching as she worked quickly, but diligently. As if she had done it a hundred times before and it was etched into her brain.

When he saw his chance where he wouldn't be in her way, he slipped behind the counter to find a glass to pour the chocolate milk into. As fast as she was moving, he felt like he could probably be in the way if she needed to get something, so he hurried back to the other side and poured himself a glass of milk. He himself could cook, sort of. But nothing like what she was displaying before him. All of the chopping she was doing with the knife was making him nervous. He felt like she might chop off one of her fingers and he would have to rush her to the emergency room. Then she suddenly lifted her hand to her face, causing the knife to stop very close to it.

After realizing he had been staring at it, he looked away. "Just so you know, you are making me extremely nervous with that knife in your hand," he told her, laughing nervously. After hearing her question, he thought about it for a moment. "Hang out with friends when it's possible and I like to party. Whether it's at my house or not, it doesn't really matter. Sometimes I go to the movies, even if it's by myself. I like to play sports, but I only have a soccerball back at my place. I like to go swimming or just shift and relax for awhile." It was carefree up there. Nothing to worry about. Gabe leaned forward to relax on the counter as he looked over at her. "Occasionally I'll jump on the internet for awhile, but there's a lot of drama when talking to people on there, it seems. The rest of the time I'm either at school or at my part time job."

TAG - Pinky
WORDS - 796
NOTES - None!
TUNES - devil in a midnight mass , billy talent.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0

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[atrb=background,http://i1128.photobucket.com/albums/m490/heartfeltxgoodbyes/MUSTANG/Blackbackground.jpg] It occurred to her that she had been very fortunate to run into Gabriel that day; it had been very fortunate for her to have wandered into the art room at the University--and all of that stemming from a trail of green skittles. Sometimes, she felt as though all of the good luck in the world belonged to her and her alone. He was being a very polite house guest, and she only vaguely noticed him when he was in the kitchen. Most of her friends made themselves right at home the moment they walked through her door, which was fine by her, but it sometimes made navigating through her own apartment difficult. That didn't seem to be an issue with Gabe so far, but then again this was his first visit. Honestly, she had forgotten that she held a sharp object in her hand, and immediately put it down when he pointed it out. While he answered her very open-ended question, she reached across the counter and took the milk carton. One part of her brain told her to find a cup, but the other was too busy processing her friend's information to second the motion--she put the spout to her lips and drank out of the container. Gross? Maybe. But very, very satisfying. "Occasionally I'll jump on the internet for awhile, but there's a lot of drama when talking to people on there, it seems. The rest of the time I'm either at school or at my part time job," he finished, looking very comfortable in his surroundings. That made her happy. "Ugh, I know, right? Sometimes the chat room is so awkward that I just have to sign off and do homework or something." Wiping the brown milk moustache off of her lip with the back of her hand, she picked the knife up again and continued to cut vegetables and meat, dropping it into a roasting pan as she went. "Where do you work?" Pinky had never had much interest in working alongside school--there really was no need to, she supposed. Her mother was a minimalist with a well-paying job, so whatever money was left over from bills and necessities normally fell to her daughter. It was a good thing, too, as Pinky's shopping addiction needed to be fed, and she greatly enjoyed lavishing gifts onto her friends. Also, when you have bright pink hair, you tend to spend a lot more money on shampoo and conditioner than the normal teenager. She dumped a few cups of rice into the mix, added water and threw it into the oven which hadn't been preheated--once again, that wasn't the Pinky way. "Done-zo! Now for drinky drinks!" she announced, pulling orange juice, cranberry cocktail, lemonade and grenadine out of the refrigerator and pushing them toward her guest along the countertop. She was lost in the freezer for a moment, standing on tip toe, but finally emerged with a half-consumed, frosty bottle of Hornitos tequila held high in victory. "Here you go, you sexy thing, you." She reverently placed it before him amid the various mixables, and produced two tall margarita glasses seemingly from out of nowhere. Full of surprises, that one.

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Notes: Imma be out of town tomorrow and into Sunday morning...I think I'll have the internets but not completely sure about that. If I don't get any replies done tomorrow, I promise it shall be done the next day :3 this is fun.
WC: 532
Tag: Gabriel

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[gabelangley]

He watched amused as she drank the milk from the carton. That was one way to do it, he supposed. Milk was one of the few things he didn't really like drinking after people. Maybe it was the texture of it or something. He had never figured that part out, but he just knew he was picky when it came to that.

"Ugh, I know, right? Sometimes the chat room is so awkward that I just have to sign off and do homework or something."

Gabriel was glad that she agreed with him and he wasn't the only one thinking this. It was maybe a little awkward at times, but mostly it was just boring. And when they were arguing, he felt like he was interrupting if he said anything outside of the conversation. Ninety nine percent of the time he didn't know what the argument was about either. He didn't get on the computer very often anyways. It wasn't really his type of entertainment for all day. Maybe an hour on a good day. Even longer if he was completely bored and couldn't find anything to do.

"At Apex Construction a few miles from here," he told her, unsure of whether she had even heard of it before. "It's a store for building supplies, but there's also people there that go out and build stuff. Like houses, or buildings for instance. A lot of times they just make me unload the stuff that comes in, but sometimes I help them with building stuff."

He drank some of the milk, watching as she continued to cut up stuff for the meal she was making. He still wasn't sure what it was exactly. "They're really lenient on the jobs they'll do too. One time we had someone come in asking us to build a dog house for her. They made me do it. Although I guess it's understandable if you can't build one." And if they didn't want to buy one, the only other option was to build one or have one built. Or if they had a lucky neighbor he had an old one that was unused, maybe they could get one from there. It was a hassle sometimes to have to go to school and work, but it had to be done. There was no way he could pay rent without a job.

There was always the option of staying on campus at the University, but he didn't want to do that. It was better to go ahead and get used to paying rent to stay in an apartment and he had more privacy that way too. It did get a bit lonely sometimes without a roommate, though. Soon she was putting the food into the oven and getting out stuff for the drinks. "So what are you making exactly?" he asked her curiously, watching as she pulled out various stuff from the fridge and placed it on the counter. But it only took him a moment to realize she wasn't finished yet as she started digging in the freezer for something else.

Gabe distracted himself by observing the stuff she had placed on the countertop. All of it was useful for mixing drinks together. But what exactly were they going to make? That was always a tough question.

"Here you go, you sexy thing, you."

He looked up as she placed yet another bottle on the counter, as well as two glasses to put the drinks in. The only odd thing about him with drinks was that he liked to try new things. And it wasn't always stuff that was recommended. He just blended stuff together and tasted it. Sometimes it was horrible tasting and sometimes it turned out to be pretty good. This time he was aiming for a tequila cocktail, but without the egg white or the lemon. And the lemon juice could be substitued for the lemonade she had pulled out of her fridge.

He smiled at her and reached for the Hornitos tequila. "Thanks." Gabe also preferred to guess on the amount he was putting into the drink rather than directly measuring. That took too much time. After pulling one of the glasses closer, he put the tequila in first. Then he put in a little bit of lemonade following that. Since he was leaving out two of the ingredients, the only thing that was left to do was add in the grenadine. He knew he wasn't preparing it like it should be made, but he didn't personally care about that. He would know soon enough whether it would taste good or not. "Spoon?" he asked as he looked up from the glass he had been focusing on. "And do you want some of this or something else?"

TAG - Pinky
WORDS - 808
NOTES - That's okay. I had a Birthday party to go to anyways and it took up most of the day.
TUNES - devil in a midnight mass , billy talent.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0

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[atrb=background,http://i1128.photobucket.com/albums/m490/heartfeltxgoodbyes/MUSTANG/Blackbackground.jpg] Indeed, she had never heard of Apex Construction--but she wasn't really one for remembering names. She was certain that she had explored every inch of the island save for the canopies of forests, as she wasn't a very skilled climber, but couldn't quite picture the place in her mind. Despite that, she enjoyed listening to his voice, and absorbed each word while she busied herself. "So what are you making exactly?" he asked her, and it was a fair enough question. She practically had her own bar set up before him, and with the final addition of the Hornitos it was quite a large spread. "It's what I like to call a PYODD bar--Pour Your Own Drink, Dammit." Her effervescent smile bubbled to the surface of her face again, and she put a finger to her lips. "Shush, don't tell anybody. If one more teacher busts me, I'm done for. Can't wait to have my own place with my own rules."

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She watched him curiously as he splashed an undetermined amount of tequila, followed by lemonade and grenadine. When asked to, she dug a long, skinny drink spoon out of a counter drawer and handed it to him, tilting her head to the side and contemplating. "I might try some of yours, if that's okay. But I was thinking that I'd just do this,"[/color] she explained as she reached for the glass tequila bottle, unscrewing the cap and tossing back a double shot with no hesitation. Working quickly, she swallowed the gulp while picking up the orange juice container and throwing back a swig of it as well to wash the fire out of her throat. Already she felt warm as she put caps back on the bottles.

"I think we need tunes!"[/color] she announced happily, twirling over to her iHome speakers by the wall and scrolling through the choices. After a moment of quiet, music rolled through the air of the suite and Pinky seemed even chirpier than before as she strummed an air guitar and sang along for a few lines in her girly voice.

Don't call me hippy 'cause the way I look,
'Cause I got a recipe and you know I can cook;
And I come forth with only good intent,
You know I'm heaven bound, but I am surely hell bent...

The music carried on and Pinky travelled around the counter to pull a high stool up beside Gabriel, popping a few edamame beans into her mouth and spinning in her seat a few times. Eventually, the combination of alcohol and motion combined got to her and she slowed, leaning against the counter and giggling like a schoolgirl.

"Gabey-Gabey, you didn't bring any pajamas! I guess you can borrow some of mine for the sleepover,"[/color] she grinned, taking another sip from the Hornitos bottle.


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Tag: Gabriel

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[gabelangley]

"It's what I like to call a PYODD bar--Pour Your Own Drink, Dammit."

Gabe couldn't help but laugh- that was a good name for it. Still smiling, he shrugged. "That's great, but I was actually talking about the food," he teased. He finished off his glass of chocolate milk before he started on the other drink. He wasn't so sure mixing those together would be a great idea at all. The thought of it almost churned his stomach as well. He watched as she put one finger to her lips. He found himself staring at them as he did. Much to his surprised, he found himself thinking about how soft they looked. After he replayed it in his head, he realized how stupid it sounded to even notice such a thing.

"Shush, don't tell anybody. If one more teacher busts me, I'm done for. Can't wait to have my own place with my own rules."

At first he didn't reply, but then mentally shook himself out of it. "My lips are sealed," he told her, making the motion of zipping them shut. No way would he spill that information. Especially since he could understand liking to drink. Gabriel smirked as an idea came to him. "You could always stay at my apartment," he joked as he worked on putting the drink together. "Plenty of privacy there for drinks." Of course he didn't expect her to go for it, and it really wasn't possible, even if she didn't have roommates.

He took the spoon that she had handed him and smiled in appreciation, before he dipped it into the drink and stirred it together. It looked good, and it smelled good, so he hoped the taste would match as well.

"I might try some of yours, if that's okay. But I was thinking that I'd just do this."

He started to tell her that he didn't mind if she wanted to try it, but before he could she reached for the tequila bottle and turned it up. It was hard not to stare wide-eyed as she did so - he was a bit surprised. Afterwards, she did the same with the orange juice. He figured she didn't notice as she made her way over to her speakers.

"I think we need tunes!"

He barely nodded as she picked through the songs until she found one she wanted to listen to and began singing along with it. Reaching for the spoon still in his glass, he let the drink drip off of it before he laid it onto the counter. His hand enclosed around the glass and he brought the rim to his lips and took a sip. It wasn't too bad in his opinion and the second time he turned it up until half of it was already gone. He almost didn't hear her pulling up a stool next to him. As he lowered the drink, he turned to look at her. She was leaning against the counter and giggling. Apparently he had missed what was so funny.

"Gabey-Gabey, you didn't bring any pajamas! I guess you can borrow some of mine for the sleepover."

Of course she just loved this idea. "No way," he told her, shaking his head at the same time. "There is no way I'm sleeping in your pajamas. Guess I will have to sleep naked." Although the idea of it was amusing he had to admit. He placed the glass in front of her so she could try it. "We didn't exactly plan this after all, and we didn't stop by my place, so there really was no way for me to have clothes to stay over." As a matter of fact, the sleepover was her idea. Speaking of ideas, he took another one of hers, but drinking some of the tequila straight out of the bottle and then the orange juice right after. After placing the bottle back on the counter, he remembered something.

"I actually have my gym clothes with me. Just washed them last night and ended up not going to the gym today. I can sleep in those." Well, he was pretty sure he had put them into his bag. Not that he had truly meant that he was going to sleep without any clothes on; that was purely a joke.

TAG - Pinky
WORDS - 739
NOTES - Hm. Nothing.
TUNES - devil in a midnight mass , billy talent.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0

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[atrb=background,http://i1128.photobucket.com/albums/m490/heartfeltxgoodbyes/MUSTANG/Blackbackground.jpg] She never answered him regarding what was roasting up in the oven; perhaps he wasn't the sort of person to like surprises, but they were one of her favorite things in life--especially if she was on the giving end instead of the receiving one. She supposed that Gabriel would either like the food or not, and knowing what it was wouldn't change the matter. "No way. There is no way I'm sleeping in your pajamas. Guess I will have to sleep naked." Not a bad idea in her opinion, and she had actually thought him to be serious for a moment until she caught the humorous glint in his eyes. "We didn't exactly plan this after all, and we didn't stop by my place, so there really was no way for me to have clothes to stay over." Alright, that was fair. She did sort of ambush him, she supposed. He lifted the tequila and orange juice to his mouth in turn, as she had done, and she felt a silly sense of pride at that--she liked it when someone mimicked her and made her feel smart. It was then that she noticed he had placed his own drink before her, and she happily picked up the glass and pulled it to her lips. It had a sweet dimension, which melted away when she swallowed and was replaced by the bitterness of the agave plant. A lesser person, or one with lower tolerance for such tastes, would have spat it out or forced it down and made a face before diving for an alcohol-free drink. Pinky, however, was something of an old pro at drinking, waited patiently while the bitterness left her tongue and was cleansed out by the refreshing tartness of lemon. It was a good drink. "I actually have my gym clothes with me. Just washed them last night and ended up not going to the gym today. I can sleep in those." Rats. It would have been amusing to see him wearing one of her brightly-colored tank tops and a pair of girly-girl pajama pants. While she sat next to him at the counter, cheeks blushing lightly with the thinned blood running closely beneath her skin, she swiveled to face him and leaned in closely, a shockingly wolfish grin on her face as she gave him her best set of bedroom eyes. Her voice would have come out as a purr had she been just a bit more in control of her larynx in her present condition. "You're quite the bartender, Gabey." A hand stretched out and the middle and index fingers of it walked themselves from his elbow to his shoulder. "What do you want to do now, new friend? I have board games, but those are sort of lame. OH MY GOD I have an N64!"

[/color] she suddenly exclaimed, pulling her hand away and looking alertly around the kitchen as if it might be hiding somewhere.

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WC: 498
Tag: Gabriel

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[gabelangley]

Gabriel didn't really notice she didn't answer him about the food, because he ended up too distracted by the drinks - among other things. It didn't truly matter; he would eat just about anything anyways. He took what was left of his drink from her and finished it off, before working on mixing another. This time he made two, since she seemed to have liked it. When they were finished, he placed one glass in front of her, and started to drink some of it, when he realized she was looking at him. But not just any look. She was smiling - it was more of a naughty, or perhaps, seductive smile than friendly.

He licked his lips, which were now going dry, and tried to focus on not leaning over to kiss her. She was making it really hard not to. And the funny thing was that he had yet to figure out whether or not she was doing it on purpose. Now it was more likely the answer was yes, but the simple stuff before, he was going to go with a no.

"You're quite the bartender, Gabey."

As he started to answer, he realized his voice would probably come out raspy at this point. Great way for him to show he had it under control, right? So he cleared his throat before he smiled. "Thanks. I've had a little practice." He sometimes mixed his own drinks at home. At parties it wasn't usually necessary for him to do that, unless he wanted to take his own mixed drink. She walked her fingers up his arm as he picked up his drink and took sip. It was a little bit of a distraction anyways.

"What do you want to do now, new friend? I have board games, but those are sort of lame. OH MY GOD I have an N64!"

The right sort of board games were fun, in his opinion. Her emphasis on the "oh my god" part nearly made him jump as she excitedly said this. When he looked up at her, she had pulled her hand away and was looking around the kitchen. He was pretty sure it wouldn't be found in there; but then with her, who would know. "You do? Well go get it!" He hadn't played on one in a long time, so he thought this was a good idea. The only console type of system he had, and his was a handheld, was his PSP. Which was probably stuck in his bookbag somewhere. Most of the stuff in his bookbag didn't even seem to be school things.

Smiling, he downed the rest of his drink and squinted his eyes slightly as the bitterness rolled down his throat followed by the orange juice. He then walked away from the counter and toward the couch where he sat down patiently. It was comfortable to say the least.

TAG - Pinky
WORDS - 492
NOTES - Sorry it's short. I wanted to give you a post to reply to before I'm stuck at school all day, lol.
TUNES - devil in a midnight mass , billy talent.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0

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[atrb=background,http://i1128.photobucket.com/albums/m490/heartfeltxgoodbyes/MUSTANG/Blackbackground.jpg] "You do? Well go get it!" It was all the urging she needed, and she sprang from the stool and stumbled through the living room, checking behind the entertainment center and grumbling as she found nothing. As Gabriel moved to sit on the couch, she crawled across the carpet and lifted the sofa skirt, peering into the dark abyss that was the underside of the modest loveseat. "I think I found a quarter!" she chirped excitedly, reaching further and wiggling a bit before emerging with a coin in hand. Scrunching up her face, she picked a knot of lint off of it and tossed it to the welcome mat at the door, where it landed soundly in her right shoe. Perplexed, she stood and wandered down the short hallway into her bedroom, which was by far the girliest, most colorful area of the dormitories. She had every intention of checking underneath her bed for the game console, but the neon green and blue stripes of her downy bed comforter were so inviting that she tumbled down onto the mattress and snuggled into the softness for a moment. "Gabey!"

[/color] she called cheerily, her voice bubbly with drink, "You should come in here and cuddle with me!"[/color] Pinky was notorious for being a cuddler. When any of her friends came over, she latched onto them while they lounged on the couch watching movies and clung to her girlfriends that slept over in her bed--completely platonic, of course. Except that once. Oh, and that other time.

This thought brought her quickly to Piscine, a young man she had befriended one day at the beach and began a playful relationship with. He had been two years her junior, but in many ways more mature than she was. Eventually, his desire to tame her wild side had pushed them apart, and she had heard nothing of him for a few months. It made her sad that it seemed he didn't want to be friends.

Looking over at the alarm clock sitting on her night stand, she was slightly surprised at how quickly time had flown by since her journey to the University campus. At least the day hadn't been a complete waste of energy--she'd found a new friend, which was always a good time.

There was a spicy, garlicky scent wafting down the hallway, and she reminded herself that the jambalaya would be ready to come out of the oven soon. She truly hoped that Gabriel liked the dish, as it would be embarrassing to claim herself a culinary student and botch the first thing of hers he'd ever tasted.

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WC: 435
Tag: Gabriel
Notes: Sorry it took me a bit to get around to this. mailman school is super boring and tiring xD was there all day.

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