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Post by gabelangley on May 5, 2011 17:11:46 GMT -5
Gabriel didn't think it would be official with them dating, until he actually asked her out. And, of course, he thought he should be the one to do it. That was a little more of his old fashioned personality coming out. It was just weird for him to think of a girl being the one to ask someone out, although it didn't make it any less official. ”What? I'm not a dirty old man!” he pointed out at this remark, still struggling with the glove for his right hand. ”I'm not even old. But I do like the part about you sitting on my lap, though. Then I suppose I would have to give you a present.” He stopped wrestling with the glove when she obliged to help him with it, making it look rather easy to get on. It sure was a pain, though with one hand.
He laughed when she teased him about it; she was just full of jokes tonight. ”Damn. You just turned into my mom? I guess that means you won't be getting another kiss.” He smirked at this, figuring she would regret having said that now. But even he knew that after that first kiss, the chances of him not kissing her again were pretty slim. He worked on unlocking the helmets as she climbed on the back of the motorcycle. It would be nice if they didn't have to wear them, but there were a lot of benefits for having them, so he guessed it was best if they did. ”Yeah, but what if they put us in different rooms? Then we wouldn't be together.” It was probably better if she didn't drive at the moment. After giving her the helmet, he carefully climbed onto the motorcycle and made himself comfortable.
Surprisingly they were comfortable, if you weren't riding on them for too long at one time. He twisted his body around a little to check and make sure that the strap on her helmet was clasped together and then pulled his own over his head, snapping the clasp together. Reaching down with his foot, he pulled the kick stand up; he could feel her moving closer to him, her arms around his waist, so that she was resting against him. He figured he could probably get used to that without much effort on his part. Once he got the engine started, he sat there a minute to let it get a little warmed up, and then checked for a clear path before he pulled out. As they went down the road, the wind whipped at his blazer; he was glad that he had put it on now. Between the air getting chilly and the wind, he would be getting cold without it.
It was still pretty quiet, even with other people out in the town. The closer they got to the beach, though the quieter it got. It was a bit hard to talk when on the motorcycle, but the silence was a nice change to the loud restaurant they had just came from. Finally he turned down a small paved parking lot for the beach and pulled in one of the spaces. He looked around at the empty parking lot and then in the direction of some voices coming from the beach. Gabriel cut the engine just as some people walked past them. It was just a few teenagers who were in beach clothes and seemed to have noticed that it was no longer that warm outside anymore. After Pinky had gotten off the bike, he put the kick stand down and followed suite.
”I just thought of something that would be really awesome,” he said after pulling the helmet off. ”There should just be like...one really big festival for the whole island. That would be so awesome.”
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WORDS - 637
NOTES – I know, lol. I feel the same way. But sometimes it has to be done! And it does help kind of too at times, depending on how it's being used. Also, I replied because I was bored, but you don't have to feel like you need to reply today if you don't have time or whatever.
TUNES - devil in a midnight mass , billy talent.
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Post by pinkythoms on May 8, 2011 20:37:41 GMT -5
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She was more than ready to take off the helmet; something about it made her freak out a tiny bit on the inside, though she would never show it. That was only one of the many things that seemed to bother her lately--close spaces, loud noises, fast movements, and water. Her mind was ablaze with dread as she climbed off of the motorcycle and took a long look out at the blue waves. Her heart quivered, and that made her nervous. Why was she afraid so suddenly? She hoped that Gabriel wouldn't notice the slight tremor in her hands as she snapped the helmet around the handlebars of the bike.
"That does sound like a good time," she answered, glad for a distraction. Turning and putting on a brave face complete with her customary cheeky Pinky grin, her mood lightened and she bent down to pull off her shoes. They wouldn't be conducive to running around in the sand, she'd decided. "Like a carnival type thing would be cool! I used to love going to the Texas State Fair with my mom. We didn't always live around there, but she would make sure that I got to go every year if I wanted to. I like the ferris wheel," she reminisced happily.
The salty air smelled like home sweet home to her, despite the pounding in her chest. She had spent many a day lounging along the beach, usually when she should have been in class "learning" or something. The coppery tint to her skin was testament to how dedicated of a beachgoer she was. The kelp fronds planted in the shallows had been comfortable to hold onto beneath the waves in seahorse form, giving her a good place to take a nap. She'd missed the beach.
With a deft hand, she stuffed her heels into the helmet hanging onto the bike, and unzipped her jacket. A fluff of her hair later, and she was ready to go. "Shall we?"
she asked, offering her hand to him, already getting that tingly feeling. Inside, the anxious turmoil continued.
The sound of the waves hitting the shore was like the roar of a particularly angry lion. What was wrong with her? Did one measly shark bite really have to ruin her sense of adventure? Defiance brewed in her brain. Nobody--not a boy, a teacher, a cop, or a shark, was going to keep her from doing what she loved. Her face steeled slightly, and she glared out at the water. Bring it on, motherfucker.
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Post by gabelangley on May 8, 2011 22:01:31 GMT -5
Gabriel put his own helmet on the other handlebar, not worried about someone out here trying to take them. He wasn't so sure that anybody on the island would take them, but usually it was better to just take precautions about it. ”Your feet are going to get cold,” he pointed out when she took off her shoes. Not that they were providing much protection against the wind when they were on her feet. ”Yeah, exactly. A carnival with stands that sold stuff, and games, and rides, and food,” he agreed, picturing each of them in his head as he mentioned them. The thought of food almost made his stomach lurch, however, after just having ate a ton of food from the restaurant. But he didn't regret it, because they had both had fun and the food was really good. So was the wine. Luckily he hadn't had that much to drink, because driving while intoxicated was bad, especially when you were on a motorcycle.
He placed his gloves into his helmet, not wanting to leave them on when he wasn't on the bike. Maybe he would just leave them off this time, since they really weren't needed right now. He turned and observed the beach, the oceanic scent having already reached his senses. Salty, but beach like. It was quiet now that there wasn't anybody around but the two of them, minus the sound of the waves gently crashing on the sandy shore. The water just looked like a big pit of black liquid, enclosed in darkness. Gabriel took her hand in his, lacing their fingers together as he noticed that she was giving the ocean a somewhat determined glare. ”Are you okay?” he asked, a bit concerned. It wouldn't surprise him if the water was a bit daunting after being bit by a shark, but if that was the case then he wanted to reassure her somehow. He held their hands down by his side as he leaned forward slightly and planted a warm kiss on her cheek. He lingered a few seconds, before pulling back and leading the way towards the beach.
”Don't worry, it isn't as if we're getting in the water. It's too cold for that.” Surely they would freeze if they got in now and he had to admit the water was a bit scary at night, since it was all pretty much black looking. ”Besides, I bet that shark that bit you already told all of it's buddies that you don't taste good, so you probably don't have anything to worry about,” he taunted lightly. ”I, on the other hand, have a lot to worry about, because I know that I taste really good.” And he was also full of it. He was the best kisser in the world and he tasted good? Yeah right. But the second part was mostly said to cheer her up. He hadn't known her an extremely long time, but he did already know that she wasn't the type to back down from something, just because she had a scare. Oh yeah, and of course actually got bit by a shark. But the chances of another shark being that far inland again was pretty slim, right? They usually stayed further out into the ocean.
Gabriel looked down at the sand as they slowly made their way across the beach. It would have been nice to feel the sand beneath his feet, but it was too cold for him to be walking barefoot. At least it felt like it was when the wind was blowing, but it didn't seem to be doing that much anymore. Mainly just while they were going down the road on the bike. ”There's just one thing that I need to clear up, before we go any further,” he told her, creating a small pause before he slowed to a stop. ”I really like you and I'm dying to kiss you again. I might just fall over and die in the next few minutes and we don't want that to happen. Well, at least I don't. But my point is that I don't want to just be some guy that's kissing you. So basically what I'm asking is do you want to go out? Or date or be an item as you young people like to put it.” Not that he was old, but he was trying to be funny. Also he wasn't actually about to die, but he did have a habit of exaggerating sometimes. He did not say any of this as a string of words, or mostly not. Gabe couldn't remember the last time he thought asking someone out was a big deal, but he did feel a tinge of nervousness about asking. It surprised even him, but he ignored it.
He always hated saying 'do you want to go out?' It was just lame. After all, they were already going out. He had taken her to eat hadn't he? And weren't they at the beach? Besides, asking to go out didn't really mean much if you thought about it. If they wanted to be smart, they could reply with 'Sure, we can go out somewhere if you want.' Then you're left with embarrassment by trying to fix the situation and let them know what you were actually asking. Thank God he didn't over analyze things.
TAG - Pinky
WORDS - 880
NOTES – I'm sorry. ): Maybe this post will help? Haha. 3rd page btw!
TUNES - devil in a midnight mass , billy talent.
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Post by pinkythoms on May 10, 2011 12:19:06 GMT -5
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Her cheeks actually reddened when she realized that Gabriel had an inkling that she was afraid--of course he did, he was perceptive like that. Slightly embarassed, she forced a grin and nodded as he promised they wouldn't get into the water, and even managed to twitter at his joke. She squeezed his hand slightly tighter as they walked along, Pinky making it a point to kick the sand out into the wind with each step. Her mind wandered out to the sea, and every once and a while she would glance over at the waves and cringe visibly.
Something he needs to clear up? she repeated in her head, the color draining from her face. And then, they stopped. Why did they stop? Oh God, he was going to tell her that he really didn't have feelings for her. Oh God! She was going to be broken up with and they weren't even together! She met his gaze with slightly sad eyes, waiting for it.
She was absorbing every word, but all of them tumbled back out of her ear and were replaced by "do you want to go out?" A wide grin crossed her face again and her eyes twinkled. Perfect! Her fingers were twitching from the effort of preparing for the worst, so she balled them into fists, partly to contain her excitement.
Oh, right. She should probably answer him. "Um, yes? That's a silly question, Gabey. You're so old,"
she laughed airly, swatting at his shoulder and continuing her walk down the beach, beaming to herself and attempting to pretend as though she had known he was going to ask her all along. For the moment, the ocean and its daunting blackness was forgotten.
Well, that was that. She was officially tied down again. Once, she might have been a bit put off by the idea, and in fact if Gabriel had caught her perhaps three weeks earlier, she would have declined, but time for heartache and confusion from being spurned in the past was done, and in the short period of time that she had known Gabriel, she felt as though they had connected on a deep level. That was a good sign, probably.
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Tag: Gabriel!
Notes: HAHAH NO ESCAPE NOW GABEY D:<
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Post by gabelangley on May 12, 2011 14:33:21 GMT -5
If she hadn't already given him so many signs, he probably would have been worried about her answer. Unless she was just playing with him; his heart didn't even skip a beat when she failed to answer him right after he asked. But when she did, she made it out like the answer was most obvious. Even though he hadn't been too worried, he was still happy when she answered yes. He watched as she started walking down the beach again and it suddenly dawned on him what she had just said. ”Hey, wait a minute. How many times do I have to tell you that I am not old?” he asked, following after her, but in no rush to catch up. If you didn't ask the question straight up, then it could lead to confusion, right? You could be thinking you were dating and the next thing you know, you find out that you aren't dating after all.
Now that it was official, he wondered how long it would last. Not that he was too worried about that; it was just a single thought of the mind. Curiosity. Worrying about things like that never helped anybody. They caused more problems than not. None of his relationships had ever lasted that long. The longest was only a few months long, and according to the majority of his girlfriends, it had been his fault that they had broken up. He stopped as soon as he saw her make herself at home on the sand. ”Really? You thought that?” Gabe laughed at the thought. Well, he couldn't help it. He was the one who had made the first move back there at the restaurant and he hadn't kissed her just to do it.
”Do I look like the type of person to flirt with everyone I know? ...Wait. Don't answer that.” He knew exactly what type of person he looked like. Most Professors didn't let him forget it either. Once he had even gotten in trouble for something that someone else had done, just because they said he looked like he was guilty. Smirking, he sat down beside her. ”I think you're the one who needs to be kept warm,” he proclaimed, running his fingers through the sand.
It was cool on his skin and slipped through his fingers like water. She was the one who was walking around barefoot, but he also noticed that it wasn't quite as cold as he thought it was. Except for when the wind blew, then it got a little chilly. He dusted off his hands and then pulled off his blazer, not wanting it to get dirty. ”Here hold this,” he said, folding it up and placing it in her lap. He fell back onto the sand with his eyes closed, but suddenly looked up at her. ”I mean please,” he said, quickly correcting himself with a grin. He placed his hands behind his head to serve as a pillow and closed his eyes again. He wasn't tired, but the sound of the waves could put someone to sleep.
TAG - Pinky
WORDS - 514
NOTES – Lol. Poor guy!
TUNES - devil in a midnight mass , billy talent.
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Post by pinkythoms on May 16, 2011 9:57:20 GMT -5
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Pinky giggled in reply to his protests, waving a hand in his direction to indicate that she was just kidding--maybe. As he made his way over and sat beside her, she was busy piling sand atop her left hand and trying to wiggle it free, for no apparent reason. "Maybe,"
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She gave the waves a long look, not sure if the feeling that she had was anxiety or fear, if there was a difference. Supposing that anxiety was a precursor to fear, it was really a matter of the severity of her emotion. Somewhere out there was a shark who'd tasted her blood--weird. Pinky had always had a great fear of being eaten, but usually such thoughts only came to her when in seahorse form. Now that her two lives seemed to have crossed over into one another, she was constantly looking over her shoulder.
"Sometimes I wish that I had a shift with big teeth,"[/b] she commented aloud, musing. She had friends who, in times of danger or when protection was needed, could simply turn into a wolf or a panther, or something else perfectly capable of defending itself. In her case, the most she could do in her shifted body was cling to things and try not to be swept away by currents, and change her color. Fluffing her hair and shaking grains of sand out of the mass, she pulled the knee of her good leg to her chest and wrapped her arms around it, still cradling Gabriel's blazer. She was replaying the events of that morning, imagining what would have happened if she were some sort of large predator herself. Would she have fought back? She told herself yes, but knew that it would not have done any good in that situation. A shark was a master of killing in the sea, with hundreds more teeth than any land creature had. That annoyed her. Pinky hated feeling helpless. ”So, I’m thinking about getting a job,” she mentioned, running a few tickling fingers across his chest idly. It wasn’t completely necessary for her to work, seeing as her mother continually deposited a good chunk of money into Pinky’s bank account, but she would need something to do during the day. With so many doctor’s visits in her future, it wouldn’t hurt to have the extra cash. Besides, since she wasn’t planning to live in dormitories, she’d need rent money. [/td][/tr][/table][/center][/blockquote][/color]
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Tag: Gabriel!
Notes: riddle me this. how are we so freaking awesome?
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Post by gabelangley on May 16, 2011 17:56:13 GMT -5
Gabriel looked up at the stars from where he was laying in the sand. It was kind of cool to fly around at night and be able to be that much closer to the stars. Of course he could never fly high enough to them, since eventually he would run out of oxygen. He wished there was a way he could take Pinky up with him, so that she could have the same experience. A hot air balloon would be nice, although you don't have as much control that way as he did in his bird form. "Well it looks like we're in the same boat. I don't have a shift with big teeth either," he said, looking over at her. Or rather, he didn't have any at all when he shifted. Gabe noticed that she was staring out at the water and he wondered what she was thinking about.
The shark maybe? Or replaying the event that happened; he couldn't really imagine what she must have felt like during it. He hadn't ever been bitten by a shark before or anything else similar to it. Of course protection wise, he could do much more with his falcon shift, than she could with her seahorse shift. But there really wasn't much she could do about it, except be thankful that she was still alive. "Oh yeah?" he asked, sitting up and shaking the sand out of his own hair. He was sure some of the sand was clinging to his back, but at the moment he didn't care. He shifted around so that he was positioned behind her and wrapped his arms around her. The body heat would keep the both of them from getting cold when the wind blew.
"What do you need a job for?" he asked, resting his head on her shoulder and watching the waves crash against the shore. Not that he opposed the idea or anything. If that's what she wanted to do, then he didn't see any reason why not. Perhaps she was just thinking ahead, for when she got out of the Academy. Or maybe it's because of her leg. Even though she was out of the hospital, there was probably going to be several more visits. And just having extra money was good, because you never knew what was going to happen. "What kind of job would you like to have?" he asked, giving it a thought. Knowing her, it was probably something that had to do with cooking. He was sure she could get a job on the island that had to do with cooking.
After all, she was a senior in high school and her major was Culinary. He didn't want to work at the job he had for the rest of his life, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to keep the major that he had either. He wasn't sure what he would switch it to, though. Gabriel wondered what she would think, though, if he joined a band and had to tour. Would she mind? He didn't think now was the time to ask about that, though. If their relationship lasted long enough and it ever came to him joining another band, then it would be a good time to ask. He raised his head when he heard someone talking; he identified the voice as female, especially the way they were talking. Nonstop almost. Looking down a ways on the beach, he saw a couple walking along the shore. The only reason he could tell, was because they were holding hands. "Looks like we weren't the only ones with this idea," he observed, nodding his head toward the guy when he looked his way. The guy looked a little bored, however at the girl that was chattering away at his side.
Either he had no interest in the topic or she dragged him there to the beach, thinking about just how romantic it would be to hold his hand and walk along the shore. Not every guy preferred that sort of thing, but she didn't look like she cared at the moment whether he did or not. She reminded him of someone that he had been set up with once when he was younger. She was the really innocent type, always wanting to talk about something. Of course she got offended by any sort of advance from him, constantly calling him a perv for it, even if all he had wanted to do was kiss her. It never got him anywhere, because she created a great fuss over something so simple every time, so that anyone around them would think that he was trying to rape her. That wasn't even the type of person that he was, so it didn't take him very long to end the relationship. Surprisingly she seemed to understand where he was coming from.
TAG - Pinky
WORDS - 830
NOTES - Um...we were born with it? Wait, is that a trick question? ...I know, I know. I replied. I have no life right now, sorry. Lol.
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Post by pinkythoms on May 27, 2011 18:16:10 GMT -5
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She enjoyed being so close to Gabriel; it was nice to have some sort of comfort there on the beach. She toyed with his fingers playfully as she spoke, her tone lilting and as full of uncertainty as ever. "I was thinking maybe I could work at Yummie Tummie's or something, or one of the other little coffee places around the island. If I save up enough and pretend to be all responsible and junk, my mom might help me someday with opening my own bakery." She paused, pondering and looking down at their hands for a moment. "I just want to make cupcakes, you know?"
Of course he knew. Everyone knew that. The only real reason she hadn't given up on high school completely was that she honestly wanted to learn more of her trade. If the Academy hadn't offered a Culinary course, she probably would have skipped out on the idea of finishing school and gone off adventuring instead. Brazil was always a welcome sight, and she'd always wanted to try out New Zealand.
At Gabriel's word, she glanced over and caught sight of the other couple. They seemed familiar, but she couldn't quite put a name to them. Chances were, she had seen them and possibly even introduced herself to them at some point during a drunken night, which made sense as to why she had no idea who they were. "Aww, how cute! I hope they stay over there though. I'm feeling too full to be sociable," she joked with a yawn. This was far more activity than she had been accustomed to over the past few days. It was quickly wearing her down.
Sitting up straight and stretching her arms above and behind her head, she lifted her feet out of the sand and dusted at them. Grit was stuck underneath her toenails, so she was sure she'd spend the rest of the night cleaning and polishing them for the fifth time that week. There wasn't anything else to do--well, sure, there was all of that homework piling up by the sofa, but it would be a cold day in hell before she actually did any of it. The thought crossed her that she should bake something.
"Are you up for cookies or something?" she asked, twisting around and leering over him dangerously. "I could go for some cookies. Maybe peanut butter, chocolate, and oatmeal? No-bake cookies! They don't take long. Twenty minutes, tops," she explained excitedly, her sweet tooth already back in full swing. Her eyes glinted mischievously and she leaned down a bit closer, pecking him on the lips before scrambling upright fairly quickly for someone with a bum leg. "Race you to the bike?"
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Post by gabelangley on May 28, 2011 10:48:02 GMT -5
In answer of Pinky's request for them to stay away, they continued walking down the beach. The girl still talking and probably not even giving herself that much time to breathe in the process. The guy at her side still seemed to be looking for a way out. Gabriel silently wished him luck at dealing with that. ”You just want to make cupcakes?” he asked, picturing a small cupcake shop, rather than a doughnut shop. ”I would totally buy your cupcakes,” he told her. He could show up in a suit and buy a coffee and a cupcake and feel like a business man. Even though his job was nowhere near close enough for him to be needing to wear a suit. His clothes were a typical work uniform, although he could pretty much just go in and where his own clothes. He couldn't afford to get fired because of the work uniform, though.
He supposed he was lucky, though. If he got fired and kicked out of his apartment because he couldn't pay rent, then he could always get a dorm at the college. It was still a possibility, even if he didn't really want one. ”Doesn't your mom already give you money?” Dare he mention that she could minimize her spending habits? He imagined the look on her face wouldn't be one displaying agreement. When she began to sit up, he pulled his arms from around her so she could stretch. He propped himself up on his arms as he watched her dust off the sand. Gabriel was glad that they didn't just go for a stroll on the beach when they got there. That was too cheesy for him at the moment – maybe later perhaps.
At the mention of food, he groaned. ”I don't think I can- wait a minute. I know what you're doing. You want to get me fat and then you're going to dump me, aren't you?” He was only teasing, but it was hard to tell what some people would do. When she kissed him, he dropped his protest and looked up at her. ”As much as I would love to kick your ass in a race, I don't think you should be running yet with that leg not fully healed.” He stood up and pulled off his t-shirt, shaking the sand off of it. Goosebumps covered his skin until he pulled the shirt back on and then he took his blazer from her, putting it on over his shirt. When he was ready to go, he bent down and scooped her off her feet. ”In case you're wondering, this is my workout for when you stuff me full of food again,” he teased. When one really thought about it, that logic failed miserably. They weren't walking very far and she didn't weigh much at all. ”And yes, I know that you can walk on your own.” Maybe it was just an excuse for him to hold her.
Except for them and the couple that passed them earlier, the rest of the beach was deserted. And he could see why, considering it was almost completely dark by the time they reached the bike. He placed her back on her feet when they hit the pavement and followed the usual routine of putting on the helmets and getting on the bike. It didn't take long to get back her to dorm room, since there wasn't really any traffic to get in the way. ”Okay, let's go make your cookies,” he said, when he climbed off the bike. He let her lead the way back to her dorm room. Even though he probably wouldn't be able to have more than one, there wasn't any reason why she couldn't still make them.
TAG - Pinky
WORDS - 627
NOTES – Lol and here I was wondering why you hadn't posted.
TUNES - devil in a midnight mass , billy talent.
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