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Post by Poison Cursive Valentine on Mar 24, 2009 17:59:59 GMT -5
Walking out onto the deck, her flip flops slapped against her heels. Poison's hips swayed as she walked, and she glanced around every now and then. What was the looking for? Who was she looking for? Oh, nobody and nothing in particular, she was just looking for a source of entertainment. She supposed she could've, of course, gone to the arcade, but, that was where the little children were. Poison wasn't a little child. At least, not anymore. Plus, children made her skin crawl. She'd at one point, been pregnant. Naturally, an abortion was in order and she didn't think twice about it. Since then, she'd had a rude attitude towards children, though, most people couldn't understand her animosity towards the 'sweet dears'.
Shuddering at the thought of kids, she walked towards a chair, and placed herself in it. Pulling her sunglasses down over her eyes, she promptly closed them and crossed her ankles. She was wearing black shorts that were practically able to be considered underwear, and a black bikini top. The bikini top had a flower on it, and inside the flower was a skull. While her outfit was enough to let her tan, she wasn't counting on it. She rarely ever tanned, it seemed practically impossible for her to achieve. But, whatever, she thought tan skin was overrated anyway.
After about a half hour of laying in the sun, perhaps forty-five minutes in all reality, Poison's eyes fluttered open and she swung her legs over the edge of the chair. Standing up, she once again, made a quick scan for a cute guy, or a cute girl, that worked as well. Upon finding neither, she decided to take a walk around the deck. Starting off, she found herself looking into the horizon, not really paying attention to where she was going. Accidently, Poison knocked somebody over, and promptly fell on top of them. She was quite light, so she wasn't afraid of crushing them, it was more or less who she fell on that made her afraid. What if it was some ugly old man? A shiver shot down her spine at that thought, and she glanced down, pushing up her sunglasses, only to see a man of perhaps 20 or 21 years of age..
Oh.. oh, I'm so sorry. She said, her eyes twinkling with a look of mischief. Though, not that sorry. After all, I landed on you, didn't I? She inquired rhetorically, placing her knees on either sides of the man's hips. I'm Poison. She said softly, wondering what his response to that would be. Many people's were to walk away, or to say, 'What? No, you're not! You seem like a lovely girl!' That second response drove her crazy.
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Post by Owen Michael Mills on Mar 24, 2009 18:22:34 GMT -5
 Navigate Me Through Your Body ![/size] Owen had nothing to do. Well, he could actually think of a ton of things to do! He could go drinking, he could go swimming, he could go to the arcade, he could have gotten something to eat, and yet he decided upon doing none of those, and instead wandering around the deck like an insane person lost in the thoughts of their own mind. But Owen had no thoughts, he wasn't lost, and he was sure he didn't look too lost, not at all. Instead as he stumbled out of his cabin, with his hair a mess, and threw on his favorite purple hat he looked as though he'd never been more at home. And maybe he hadn't...he was used to crawling out of bed at a time most people considered ungodly. But he had been partying the night before! He had a wicked fucking hang over. Not his fault, really.
He walked down to the deck, straightening his wrinkled clothes from the night before, and yawned, staring at the sun for a second. Fuck, it burned. Even more so with the annoying hang over. He rubbed his eyes, and continued walking, not watching where the hell he was going...as his eyes were closed.
And of course then something had to happen to make his day even better. As he has his eyes closed, and was walking, someone bumped into him and knocked him right the fuck over...and that pissed him off. "What the hell?!" he pretty much shouted, opening his eyes to see who the fuck was on top of him, and why the hell she still was, instead of just getting the fuck off like a normal person. Then he saw that it was a lady sitting on him...he liked ladies. Even if this one was kinda odd lookin', with her hair, and the fact that she was fuckin' pale as a ghost. Owen liked blondes, usually...And she seemed slutty. owen liked slutty girls. And this one was barely wearing any clothes...and sitting on him. Fuckin' literally. It was like fuckin' heaven.
"Why, Hello there Poison." he said, grinning. He didn't say anything about her odd name...even though it was very odd. "I'm Owen, baby. Not Owen Baby, as in my name is owen, and I'm calling you baby." he smirked a little bit, what he liked to think was a bad ass smirk, and reached for his hat which had fallen off in the fall.
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Post by Poison Cursive Valentine on Mar 24, 2009 18:53:44 GMT -5
As Poison fell, she heard a, What the hell?! Biting her lip, she was quite sure that whoever was underneath her was going to be pretty damn mad at her. They seemed as though they were already pissed enough, and that she'd just made their day worse. Sighing, she cursed inside of her head. She always seemed to make things worse. Laughing bitterly silently, she attempted to control the blush rising upon her cheeks. People must've been staring, that was almost definite.
After she'd apologized and said her name, she heard him speak again, this time in a more friendly tone. Appreciating the fact that he didn't make many comments, none, in fact, upon her name she heard words come from his mouth. I'm Owen, baby. Not Owen Baby, as in my name is owen, and I'm calling you baby. Snickering softly, she said, I figured, I'm used to being called such things. Letting a smile slide across her lips, she looked down at him, studying his face. The shape of his eyes, the colors, the way his bones were structured. Pursing her lips slightly, she said, almost reluctantly, I suppose I should get up now. Laughing lightly, she pushed herself upwards, dusting herself off slightly. Twirling a strand of her curly hair around her finger, she looked at him, she wasn't ready to leave his side.
Sliding her hand into his, she tugged him along while she walked towards a reclined chair in the sunlight. Shoving him down roughly, as she wasn't known to be gentle, she pulled her hand away from his and then placed herself in his lap. You're comfortable, what can I say? She whispered in his ear, grinning, before flicking his earlobe lightly with her tongue. Well, it looked as though she'd found her person to do, her person to amuse her. She liked that idea, as, she'd been quite bored earlier.
So, what's a charming man like you doing all alone, wandering the deck? She asked, not really genuinely curious, she just wanted to say something to fill in the silence, to get him talking again, she liked the sound of his voice. Scanning the deck again, she noted a few people who had probably seen the whole slamming into each other scene, and now were watching this. She found those people to be quite rude, and merely dragged her eyes away from them.
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Post by Owen Michael Mills on Mar 24, 2009 21:59:22 GMT -5
Navigate Me Through Your Body ! [/size] Owen sighed a bit when she got off, before standing up. What a little tease. he hated tease's...they were just a waste of...boobs. But he stood up, a frown on his face, and shoved his hat on his head to cover up his hair. Hair which he liked, and yet he always covered it up. He always felt naked without a hat on. Of course he was a bit surprised when she grabbed his hands and started pulling him somewhere. What the hell was she doing? He had thought she was just being a little tease when she'd sat on him earlier...but he was glad she hadn't. Even though she truly wasn't his usual type she was still a chick...and chicks were hot. Well, most of them.
He allowed himself to be shoved into the chair, and didn't object when she sat on him. "I get that a lot." he said, smirking his cocky little smirk. He really wasn't surprised that she seemed interesting in him. He knew he was hot...if he were still in his sexually confused days he totally would have fucked himself, as odd as that may sound. It was really completely true. Sure, he was cocky and vain, but he could make up for it with his charming personality, and good looks. Or so he told himself all the time.
"I honestly don't know. I got bored." He smirked a little bit, his Brooklyn accent barely noticeable. The only time it really popped out any more was when he drank, other than that he could cover it up pretty damn well. Probably 'cause of all the practice in movies. He kind of wondered if this chick had seen any of his movies...but he figured she had. Who hadn't seen his movies? Even if they were strictly indie they were fuckin' awesome, in his opinion. "What about you? Shouldn't you be doing...something that...you do?" Probably not the smoothest thing to say, but he didn't care. He didn't think getting into her pants would exactly be too fuckin' hard. She wanted him, he would tell.
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Post by Poison Cursive Valentine on Mar 25, 2009 18:06:10 GMT -5
I get that a lot. She smirked back, and replied with, I'm sure you do.. I am quite sure you do. She grinned slightly, her eyes flashing with mischief and lust. She was never one to deny a person a look into her soul, and her eyes showed the only gateway she gave to what she felt. She was normally one to keep the rest of her face in an apathetic or cheeky look.
She laughed when he said that he'd merely gotten bored, as if that was enough of a reason to be out on the deck. Then again, that was her reason wasn't it? Damn. They were guilty of the same crime, and she was only absolutely positive that they'd be guilty of many more 'crimes' together. That is, if you called screaming out somebody's name over and over again for certain.. reasons, a crime. Shaking her head, the thoughts tumbling away. Hmm.. what're you thinking about? She asked before kissing lightly the hollow behind his ear.
She looked at him a little bit oddly when he came out with a.. strange sounding line. Ah ha, I suppose I should be. She smirked, and then continued, Mmm.. would you like to be something that I do? She asked, her lips brushing against his neck as she spoke softly, seductively.
Babe, you're not very entertaining. Get cracking at it. She requested, sliding her fingertips down his side and then down his thigh. There was no question about what she wanted, who she wanted. Then again, she wanted practically everybody at that moment.
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