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Post by grace camille carson on Dec 14, 2012 23:46:12 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/20gfl1v.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #2D2729 solid 30px; ]these dry bones cry out  WORDS 686 OUTFIT CLICK TAGGED #peter #jessie Ace stumbled along the streets. She'd had a rough day of adjusting into the new world. She decided she needed to loosen up and have some fun. Besides, she needed to meet people and get a sense of where to go and who to meet. What place was better than a club? Or bar? Or whatever it is that they had here. Ace didn't know, but she was determined to find it anyway.
But more than anything, she needed friends. She needed to be surrounded by people, to feel the energy. She felt alone right now, which scared her more than anything. Well, not really. Commitment scared her more than anything. And she didn't know why. It's not like Ace had some bad dating experience, she just didn't like it. It seemed… Daunting. In her mind, from what she'd seen from her friends relationships, they always ended. They'd come crying, telling her about their newest break up and how they'd "never find someone else like him" and how "he was the one". And it would go on for a while. But sure enough, someone else would come along and it would start all over again. But it always ended in misery. And goddammit, she wasn't going to get caught in something that was only going to make her miserable in the end. She was going to be happy and free, just the way she liked it.
Ace had been wandering for a bit now, and was starting to give up hope. Maybe she should just go home and rest. There was no point in spending the entire night searching for it - in the end she would only be upset if she couldn't find it. And all Ace ever tried to do was be happy and have fun. And if she wasn't going to be happy or have fun, she'd may as well give up then and find something that would make her happy. She wandered down another street until finally her ears picked up on something. She could hear it; the drunken laughter, the shuffle of people. And like a moth to a flame she was attracted to it. Ace took a few more steps, quickening her pace, and she found herself outside of the place she'd been searching for. She stood outside for a few seconds, excited. And she was about to go in, when she realized, she had no one to hang out with.
Which actually, it was rather stupid for her to be surprised or even slightly upset by this, but she was. The entire purpose of going out tonight was to find people to hang out with, that was what she was trying to do. But it was one of her first real reminders that she was far away from everything she knew and loved. Her friends weren't there to back her up. And though Ace had always been a confident sort of person, she was now finding it hard to go in by herself. The task almost seemed scary now. She stared at the door for a few moments, rocking back and forth on her heels. Suddenly, going in didn't seem like such a good idea.
But, never being one to back down, Ace took a deep breath and went in.
The first thing she noticed was the smell of alcohol. Which didn't bother Ace, for Ace actually kind of liked to drink. Not excessively, but she had to admit that some nights she got pretty drunk. But not tonight. Tonight she wanted to be able to remember the people she'd met in the morning. She wanted to remember people that she'd be able to talk to over the next, well, forever. She needed these relationships, because forever was a long time to be alone.
Ace walked up to the bar, ordered a drink. She stood by the bar for a few seconds, taking everything in. She wasn't sure where to begin, who to socialize with. So she stood by the bar, thinking about what she should do and waiting for something to happen.
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Post by PETER LOUIS VINCENT on Feb 2, 2013 3:03:19 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h99/houndoomXdelta/de.png); width: 500px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border: 1px dashed #000000][style=font-family: arial black; color: #c5c590; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-bottom: -15px; text-align: center;]blew down the doors to let me in[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #efefc6; font-size: 40px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -3px]shattered windows[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #efefc6; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-top: -25px; letter-spacing: 8px; text-shadow: 1px 0px 0px #000000, 1px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 0px 0px #000000, 0px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 1px 0px #000000, 0px -1px 0px #000000;]and the sounds of drums[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #c5c590; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-top: -5px; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 10px]people couldn't believe what I'd become[/style]  [style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; background-color: #000000; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; color: #464646]♙words : 470; ♙tags: grace mia; ♙lyrics: viva la vida by coldplay;[/style][style=background-color: #414141; color: #000000; padding: 2px; padding-left: 5px; width: 450px; margin-top: 5px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; -moz-border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; text-align: justify; letters-spacing: 2px;]revolutionaries wait, for my head on a silver plate[/style][style=background-color: #111111; padding: 5px; width: 447px; opacity: 0.7; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #5b5b5b; height: 300px; overflow: auto;]Peter was back at the club once more. He was mainly just relaxing though, which was different for him. Usually, he'd be drinking up a storm but he decided to trying and get better at not drinking as much. He remembered back in life that he had promised his little sister that he'd get more sober and stop drinking as much but when he died, he went back to drinking. He was depressed, sure. Hell, he had lost everything and died by getting pushed off a bridge by his ex best mate. Just because he had turned him in but the guy had killed his sister and he was gonna get revenge. Unfortunately, he was never able to and that pissed him off more than anything else. There was a low growl in his throat but he pushed it back and ordered some whiskey. He downed his first shot of it almost instantly. And he was ever so glad for that burn down his throat. It made him think of other things and how a drink was an amazing thing to take your mind of anything and get you to have a good time. And he really needed to have a good time in his new life after death. But it honestly shocked him when it first happened. He had never expected to come back to life, let alone be a teacher. He could hardly take care of himself when he was alive so how was he gonna be able to take care of some kids? He honestly had no clue why someone would choose him to teach. But he took it one day at a time and he got the feeling that he was pretty decent at his job, which was a good thing. It's the first big job he's actually had too. He got another shot of whiskey and he looked at it for a moment. That's when he heard someone else at his side and turned to look at the girl who was at his side. He hadn't seen her before, at least he was sure he hadn't seen her before. Then again, he hasn't been outside much in a while, what with grading papers and all. She looked a bit unsure and he smirked. He might as well interact with her and make a new friend in the process. At least that's what he hoped to accomplish in the end. "Why hello there," he started as he turned to her with a smirk on his lips. "I haven't seen you around here before. You new here? Not that being new is a bad thing." He finished off his shot and turned to face her once more. Why not put on a little charm while he was at it? A little charm never hurt in his experience. [/style][style=background-color: #414141; color: #000000; padding: 2px; padding-right: 5px; width: 450px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; text-align: right; letters-spacing: 2px;]just a puppet on a lonely string, oh who would ever want to be king[/style][style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; background-color: #000000; text-align: center; margin-top: 5px; color: #464646]♙notes: sorry this took so long Dx;[/style] credit to ZETTA! of LS & BTN |
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Post by grace camille carson on Feb 10, 2013 20:22:40 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/20gfl1v.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #2D2729 solid 30px; ]these dry bones cry out WORDS 433 OUTFIT CLICK TAGGED #peter #jessie NOTES Sorry it took forever </3
Ace sighed. Being alone was totally ruining her mood. She could last be herself, sure. In fact, every once in a while, she wanted to be alone. But more often than not, she loved it when her schedule was full of meet ups and jam sessions and hang outs. Whether is was shopping, or movies, or playing video games, or hanging out in the park, she was always up for it. She really was a social creature. Which was funny because that totally contradicted her fear of commitment. Ace always thought that it would make more sense if she were into long term relationships, because she was so social. But no, she was afraid of commitment. She avoided it like wildfire. She was used to having short relationships, but nothing too long. Too long meant too involved.
However, when it came to friends, she was very committed. Ace would do anything for them. Get them into parties, help them with money troubles, shop with them, help them get concert tickets. She loved all of her friends dearly, she'd do anything for them. Which again, contradicted her personality. She didn't understand herself sometimes, but that was okay. She was usually able to cover it up with confidence. Not the best thing to do, but it as better than being unsure. Ace believed that confidence was very important. Especially in her previous job. The moment you doubted that you weren't good enough, people would start tell you that. And if you let the comments get to you, there's no way you could succeed. Not in a business where everyone is trying to bring you down to put themselves at the top.
She swirled her beer. It wasn't her favorite drink, but it wasn't too strong either. Which is was she was going for in the first place. She was about to leave her spot at the bar, when a voice called out to her. "Why hello there." Ace turned around to see a man with a smirk on his lips. She looked around her, to make sure he wasn't talking to someone else. When she was fairly certain he wasn't talking to anyone else, she grinned. "Hey there." she replied. "I haven't seen you around here before. You new here? Not that being new is a bad thing." He finished off his shot and looked at her. Ace grinned. "Yeah, I'm new. You come here often?" she asked out of curiosity. She was hoping he did. At least she'd have one familiar face if he came here.
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Post by PETER LOUIS VINCENT on Mar 12, 2013 21:22:40 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h99/houndoomXdelta/de.png); width: 500px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border: 1px dashed #000000][style=font-family: arial black; color: #c5c590; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-bottom: -15px; text-align: center;]blew down the doors to let me in[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #efefc6; font-size: 40px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -3px]shattered windows[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #efefc6; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-top: -25px; letter-spacing: 8px; text-shadow: 1px 0px 0px #000000, 1px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 0px 0px #000000, 0px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 1px 0px #000000, 0px -1px 0px #000000;]and the sounds of drums[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #c5c590; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-top: -5px; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 10px]people couldn't believe what I'd become[/style] [style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; background-color: #000000; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; color: #464646]♙words 409; ♙tags: grace mia; ♙lyrics: viva la vida by coldplay;[/style][style=background-color: #414141; color: #000000; padding: 2px; padding-left: 5px; width: 450px; margin-top: 5px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; -moz-border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; text-align: justify; letters-spacing: 2px;]revolutionaries wait, for my head on a silver plate[/style][style=background-color: #111111; padding: 5px; width: 447px; opacity: 0.7; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #5b5b5b; height: 300px; overflow: auto;]If there was one thing that Peter hated, it was being alone in a place like this. He hated being alone normally but it would seem to not bother him because he has a neutral face when alone most the time. But being alone made him really uncomfortable. It left him to go into his mind, which he definitely hated. He didn't want to think of the guy, his ex best friend, killing his sister and in turn, killing Peter by pushing him off a bridge. If he had gotten the chance, he'd have killed the fucker for killing his sister but he knew that the guy was serving life for thier deathes and that would just have to do. Well, until the guy ended up here, then Peter could beat him until his vengeful heart was content. And that might take a very long while because Peter could hold a grudge for a very long time. He didn't really like to but sometimes, it felt so right to hold a grudge. This was one of those right times. He pushed all the rather violent thoughts from his mind as he took another drink of his whiskey that was just handed to him. Ah, the whiskey was so good and it did calm him down a little bit. It was then that he turned his attention to the girl that was standing at his side. "Hey there." He gave her a small nod with a smirk before he signaled for another shot of whiskey. Maybe he should cool down on the drinking for a bit. Perhaps after this one, he'd be able to stop for a little bit. "Yeah, I'm new. You come here often?" He nodded and looked at her for a moment. He had seen a lot of new people coming in and it did bother him slightly. Why were so many people dying? Was there some new sort of plague that he didn't know about? "Nice," he started off saying. Alright, maybe that wasn't the best thing to say to someone who had just died but he was still getting used to life after death. It certainly wasn't something that many would expect, he guessed. "Yeah I do," he continued on, "I spend most of my time here when I'm not teaching kids." Which meant that he was here most the time. But he wasn't about to tell a complete stranger that little bit of news. [/style][style=background-color: #414141; color: #000000; padding: 2px; padding-right: 5px; width: 450px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; text-align: right; letters-spacing: 2px;]just a puppet on a lonely string, oh who would ever want to be king[/style][style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; background-color: #000000; text-align: center; margin-top: 5px; color: #464646]♙notes: sorry this took so long Dx;[/style] credit to ZETTA! of LS & BTN |
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Post by grace camille carson on Mar 25, 2013 20:18:12 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/20gfl1v.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #2D2729 solid 30px; ]these dry bones cry out WORDS 404 OUTFIT CLICK TAGGED #peter #jessie NOTES Sorry it took forever </3
"Nice," was the first thing the stranger said after she mentioned she died. She laughed. Interesting choice of words, she had to admit, but at least it was something. She smiled. It was nice to have company. But her death was far from nice. Circumstantial wise, anyway. Sure, it hadn't been traumatic in anyway. She hadn't been murdered or drowned or die in a freak accident. It was unpleasant because of the time she died. Drunk driving was nothing new. In fact, it was rather painless. She didn't remember the feeling of the impact, she just remembered waking up here. And at first she thought she was alive. She thought she had managed so somehow crawl out of the wreck and make her way into an alleyway. But once she got out of the alleyway, unscratched and unharmed, without a single bruise, she knew something was up. And when she looked at her surroundings, she knew she wasn't on earth. The place didn't look familiar at all. And when she saw someone walk by with wings, she knew that was it. She knew that she had died.
Ace decided that she wouldn't mope around. Why should she? There was no way to reverse it. There was no way to go back in time. Hell, she didn't have a time machine. If she did, she would have used it already. Instead she got up on her feet and began applying to college again. She got a dorm and she settled in. She never bothered to really think about her death in length, because she knew it would get her down. She just walled up the feelings to the darkest corner of her mind, and never once returned to that state. And she was fine with forgetting. Ace was more than happy to forget.
"Yeah I do. I spend most of my time here when I'm not teaching kids," the guy explained. Ace grinned. A teacher? Here? Huh. "So the kids finally got to ya, huh? Can't take them anymore?" she teased him, and continued on, "Well, gotta say, I'm no teachers pet. Unless you're an arts teacher. Are you an arts teacher?" Ace asked. She was curious as to what he taught. And then she realized, she didn't know his name. "The name's Ace," she offered a hand, "What do I call ya?"
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Post by PETER LOUIS VINCENT on Jun 24, 2013 4:10:45 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h99/houndoomXdelta/de.png); width: 500px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border: 1px dashed #000000][style=font-family: arial black; color: #c5c590; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-bottom: -15px; text-align: center;]blew down the doors to let me in[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #efefc6; font-size: 40px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -3px]shattered windows[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #efefc6; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-top: -25px; letter-spacing: 8px; text-shadow: 1px 0px 0px #000000, 1px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 0px 0px #000000, 0px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 1px 0px #000000, 0px -1px 0px #000000;]and the sounds of drums[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #c5c590; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-top: -5px; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 10px]people couldn't believe what I'd become[/style] [style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; background-color: #000000; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; color: #464646]♙words 370; ♙tags: grace mia; ♙lyrics: viva la vida by coldplay;[/style][style=background-color: #414141; color: #000000; padding: 2px; padding-left: 5px; width: 450px; margin-top: 5px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; -moz-border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; text-align: justify; letters-spacing: 2px;]revolutionaries wait, for my head on a silver plate[/style][style=background-color: #111111; padding: 5px; width: 447px; opacity: 0.7; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #5b5b5b; height: 300px; overflow: auto;]Peter was immensely happy that he had come to the club after all. Drinks had the fantastic way of clearing his mind and making him a lot more of a people person. It's not that he had a problem with speaking to others cause he was perfectly fine with that. He wouldn't be an effective teacher if he was a terrible speaker. It was just that when he was in bad moods, he was a bit of a terrible people person. That's why he found it somewhat intriguing that the young girl had started talking to him. But he was thankful for the company although he might not come out and say it right away. "So the kids finally got to ya, huh? Can't take them anymore?" He chuckled and looked over to her, watching her a little bit. "Yeah, they do have their annoying tendencies but they're alright most of the time.""Well, gotta say, I'm no teachers pet. Unless you're an arts teacher. Are you an arts teacher?" He arched a brow as he downed the last bit of his drink. Now what would she technically consider a teacher's pet. Alright, she probably didn't mean anything like porn or anything. That was most likely just his alcohol addled brain making stuff up. "I see. And yeah, I am. I teach theatre for the high schoolers here." Maybe that would be artsy enough for the girl before him. He signaled for another drink and he was very glad for all the distractions that were currently around for him. He was having problems that he didn't want to be reminded of so distractions were very welcome at the current moment. "The name's Ace, What do I call ya?" He took the offered hand and gave a firm shake as his drink came around. "The name's Peter. Nice to meet ya, Ace." Well, life after death was certainly a regular thing. It wasn't anything special because it was just like the life you left. He just wished that he had been able to save his sister from death but he couldn't. Ah well, there wasn't anything he could do about that now so why waste more time just thinking about it. [/style][style=background-color: #414141; color: #000000; padding: 2px; padding-right: 5px; width: 450px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; text-align: right; letters-spacing: 2px;]just a puppet on a lonely string, oh who would ever want to be king[/style][style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; background-color: #000000; text-align: center; margin-top: 5px; color: #464646]♙notes: sorry this took so long Dx;[/style] credit to ZETTA! of LS & BTN |
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Post by grace camille carson on Jul 6, 2013 23:23:49 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/20gfl1v.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #2D2729 solid 30px; ]these dry bones cry out WORDS 433 OUTFIT CLICK TAGGED #peter #jessie NOTES i wrote this in a car late at night don't judge
"Yeah, they do have their annoying tendencies but they're alright most of the time," Ace grinned at him. So he could tolerate kids, huh? She took a sip of her beer. "Props to you, fine gentleman. I couldn't be a teacher, no way. I barely make it to class." she laugh a bit. It was true. She did go, but there was no guarantees as too how she'd be. She usually stumbled through the door as the bell rang. The teacher would shoot her yet another warning glare, and quite honestly, she'd just smirk and take a seat in the back. The only teachers she actually respected were the arts teachers. She'd always loved music and acting and anything that involved music. Theater class? She was there. She'd be there early if needed.
After Ace mentioned "teacher's pet", the man arched an eyebrow. She grinned, tilted her chin up, and let out a laugh. "Now, whatever you're thinking of right now," she pointed at him, "Isn't what I have in mind. But it's okay, I know this body can be misleading." She struck a little pose before laughing yet again. She wasn't shy at all. It wasn't in her nature. "I see. And yeah, I am. I teach theatre for the high schoolers here," he replied. Ace sighed inwardly. She was way past her high school says, that's for sure. "Mm, I like you already. Ah, but what a shame, high school? I'm past those days. But I guess it's okay, it's against the rules to have relationships with teachers, isn't that right?" she was joking, and she hoped to god he picked it up. Ace wasn't ready for a steady relationship. She didn't want one, nor did she think she needed one.
He gave her hand a firm shake, "The name's Peter. Nice to meet ya, Ace." She grinned. Peter, huh? "The pleasure's all mine, professor," she flirted, tilting her head to the side. She was game for a fun night, and she certainly wasn't going to be shy. She liked flirting if anything, but none of it was serious.The moment she though it turned serious, she was out of there. But for now, a little bit of light flirting wasn't going to harm anybody. Besides, Peter was good looking and was up for having a little chat. And Ace needed the company.
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Post by PETER LOUIS VINCENT on Jul 31, 2013 3:06:40 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h99/houndoomXdelta/de.png); width: 500px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border: 1px dashed #000000][style=font-family: arial black; color: #c5c590; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-bottom: -15px; text-align: center;]blew down the doors to let me in[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #efefc6; font-size: 40px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -3px]shattered windows[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #efefc6; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-top: -25px; letter-spacing: 8px; text-shadow: 1px 0px 0px #000000, 1px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 0px 0px #000000, 0px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 1px 0px #000000, 0px -1px 0px #000000;]and the sounds of drums[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #c5c590; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-top: -5px; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 10px]people couldn't believe what I'd become[/style] [style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; background-color: #000000; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; color: #464646]♙words 499; ♙tags: grace mia; ♙lyrics: viva la vida by coldplay;[/style][style=background-color: #414141; color: #000000; padding: 2px; padding-left: 5px; width: 450px; margin-top: 5px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; -moz-border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; text-align: justify; letters-spacing: 2px;]revolutionaries wait, for my head on a silver plate[/style][style=background-color: #111111; padding: 5px; width: 447px; opacity: 0.7; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #5b5b5b; height: 300px; overflow: auto;]Peter deeply appreciated the distraction from his thoughts that came from his past. So this girl, Grace, was a big help for him. And he desperately needed the distraction or he would've drunken himself into a stupor. And he really wouldn't have wanted the hellish hangover he would've gotten from it the next day either. He honestly hated hangover but he was rather used to them from all that drinking he's done. "Props to you, fine gentleman. I couldn't be a teacher, no way. I barely make it to class." Pete couldn't help but chuckle at that. "Back in life, I'm sure there were plenty of people that wouldn't want me teaching their kids. I'm not the best teacher. I'm a pretty shite teacher, to be honest." He sighed a bit and wondered who in the hell decided to make him a teacher here? It was a terrible mistake on their part, in his mind. He did like some of his students, don't get him wrong. He just never thought that he would be a good teacher and role model for the kids. So in a way, he was thinking about them with all of this. But there wasn't much he could do now with all of it. "Now, whatever you're thinking of right now, Isn't what I have in mind. But it's okay, I know this body can be misleading." He couldn't help but chuckle and put his hands up as if he was innocent with a shake of his head. "Hey, I'm not that bad unless I'm very drunk and well, I'm not that drunk." He said in a slightly teasing fashion. Of course he wasn't gonna say the exact truth. Women generally tended not to like hearing pervy comments like that coming from a man they had just met. And he didn't feel like being called a creepy bastard right now. "Mm, I like you already. Ah, but what a shame, high school? I'm past those days. But I guess it's okay, it's against the rules to have relationships with teachers, isn't that right?" He chuckled and nodded. Well, this girl was certainly different than most he's been acquainted with in the past. "Well, since none have even tried getting with me, I'm either not that attractive or I'm not the little girls' type. But their loss~" Okay, he knew that he wasn't all that great looking for most but he did have his fair share of girlfriends in the past. And they seemed to like him for a time so he knew he was terrible looking. "The pleasure's all mine, professor" He let out a groan when she said that. It wasn't really what she said, it was just about the professor bit. "Please don't call me a professor. It makes me feel old."And if there was one thing that Pete didn't like, it was being called old. Although he did look older than he was so maybe it made sense in the end. [/style][style=background-color: #414141; color: #000000; padding: 2px; padding-right: 5px; width: 450px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; text-align: right; letters-spacing: 2px;]just a puppet on a lonely string, oh who would ever want to be king[/style][style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; background-color: #000000; text-align: center; margin-top: 5px; color: #464646]♙notes: hopefully this is alright;[/style] credit to ZETTA! of LS & BTN |
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Post by grace camille carson on Aug 1, 2013 1:32:57 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/20gfl1v.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #2D2729 solid 30px; ]these dry bones cry out WORDS 541 OUTFIT CLICK TAGGED #peter #jessie
"Back in life, I'm sure there were plenty of people that wouldn't want me teaching their kids. I'm not the best teacher. I'm a pretty shite teacher, to be honest." Ace wasn't sure if this was a laughing matter, but she laughed anyway. "Babe, if you haven't been fired yet, you must be doing something right," she grinned at him, "Don't be so hard on yourself, handsome. I'm sure you're fine." She was serious. He seemed like a nice enough dude. Though teaching didn't seem to be taken pretty seriously in Dirge, you had to have some qualifications. And if things got pretty bad, she was sure they would have fired him. Ace didn't know why, but she felt like he would be a fantastic teacher. All of Ace's favorite teachers were the ones that were more relaxed and not as uptight. Well, maybe he was just relaxed because he was at a bar, but still. He seemed alright.
Peter chuckled and put his hands up, shaking his head a bit, "Hey, I'm not that bad unless I'm very drunk and well, I'm not that drunk." Ace grinned and leaned forward a bit, "Even then, I'm sure I could handle it." Ace has had her share of unwanted attention from men. It kind of came with the bars. But the fact that his guy was actually talking to her was something else. Ace was used to guys just giving her cat calls or grinding on her. Men at bars could be ruthless, but it was nothing Ace couldn't handle. Besides, even if they got drunk [Even though Ace didn't want to get drunk, she might], she wouldn't mind a little attention from Peter. He was a good looking guy and she liked his personality.
Ace grinned as Peter chuckled and nodded, "Well, since none have even tried getting with me, I'm either not that attractive or I'm not the little girls' type. But their loss~" Ace took another sip of her beer and smirked at him, "Mm, babe, you're definitely attractive. You don't need to worry about that. More importantly, do girls even have a type at that age?" she laughed a bit, "Ah, but you see, it's their loss but my gain. Besides, I can actually appreciate you." she gave him a mischievous smile. She could blame her behavior on the booze, but quite honestly, she just liked flirting.
Peter groaned and Ace laughed, "Please don't call me a professor. It makes me feel old." Ace grinned and sipped her beer. "But you're not old at all. You can't be. Not when you look that good," she smiled slyly, "Even so, things get better with age." Ace really did prefer guys that were her age or older. She felt uncomfortable dating guys that were younger than her. It didn't mean that she wouldn't hit on them, but she definitely wouldn't get with them. Being with younger guys could 1) be a hassle and 2) made her feel like a cougar. Even if she wasn't that old. Besides, younger guys could be obnoxious and overconfident. It got rather annoying.
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