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Post by Dara on Sept 20, 2008 17:33:29 GMT -7
"Well my love the town has no place to crash so I guess we have to go to your place"Shayla murmered softly, her soft sweet tones making it sound as a suggestion not actual fact. Claiming his arm wrapping her fingers around his idly she wondered what they would think of her.
"As long as we can be alone there my love"
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Post by Little Lion on Sept 20, 2008 17:47:44 GMT -7
Tyler had moved her bag to the side opposite of where Shayla hung so there was little between them but whatever distance they made. "Trust me, we'll be fine." He replied with a clever smirk. The apartment building wasn't that far, Tyler didn't wander much simply because when you're drunk it's hard to find your way home but in a new town it's even harder, so he played it safe. "It's only a couple of blocks." He informed her. "And I told you, we rent two rooms. Guys like space."
[>_> i shall get 'em there next post, so do not be pressed for idea.]
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Post by Dara on Sept 20, 2008 18:02:27 GMT -7
Shalya smiled softly there wasnt much to say, or do. Tyler after all was being a good boy she just needed to let him of the leash for the moment. All she had to do is keep close to him, and let him lead the way to a comfy room, and just him for company. Tomorrow would be soon enough to charm Caleb and the others.
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Post by Little Lion on Sept 20, 2008 18:29:53 GMT -7
In time enough, Tyler got them to the apartment and led the march up the stairs. The rooms were on the second floor and Tyler stopped outside the two rooms trying the door finding it locked but by the lack of noise inside he could tell all the guys were in one room. It was still pretty early in the night and he guessed they were probably sitting around drinking and watching something. "Give me a sec." He told Shayla knowing he'd have to get the key from the guys next door. He set her bag down and on his way up glanced at her face, leaning in for a kiss like mere motivation. He had one hand near her face, his fingers brushing her jawline when the door to their left opened in a rush of sound and a laugh.
Caleb was slipping out, looking over his shoulder to the crew still inside with a laugh. He swung the keyring around his finger, going next door to fetch something. When he looked infront of him he practically ran into Tyler, ignorant to his presence and still kissing Shayla.
Caleb's eyes gave a small squint. "Tyler?" The keys swinging around on his fingers stopped in a sharp jingle as he closed his fingers tightly around it.
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Post by Dara on Sept 20, 2008 18:54:19 GMT -7
Shayla signed softly at the locked door. She didnt want to investgate the other room, the band getting drunk, jeering over her. It was an unexpected surprise when she was told to wait, his fingers brushing against her face, pulling her towards a Kiss. A kiss she couldnt stop even had she wanted to, but that was the thing She wanted to Kiss him, to feel his lips caress hers just like before.
So it was no wonder when Caleb found them he was ignored, with her wishing hed just go away as she pulled Tyler closer wrapping her arms around her prize Kissing him hoping hed ignore Caleb too till he went away and did whatever rock star singers did whilst she Kissed her Tyler.
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Post by Little Lion on Sept 20, 2008 19:53:43 GMT -7
Tyler knew Caleb was behind him. He'd heard the saints voice clear as day cut right into his thoughts but he ignored him as Shayla drew closer to him. The kiss that he'd plained as something simple became a little more when her arms slid around his form. The hand that had been near her face slid back through her hair, his other hand coming to her side.
"Tyler, for real? Right now...." Caleb had given the key another fling. He saw he was getting no response and figured it was typical. He and Lilly didn't much care if they made out in front of Tyler or not. He glanced at the door which had been his destination and found Tyler was standing far to close for him to be able to sneak around him to unlock it and get inside. "Ty move." He murmured, waiting. "Tyler..." The saint's eyes narrowed as the only movement Tyler made was up Shayla's side. Caleb bit his lip, this was annoying him. The key made another rotation around his pointer finger. He could say something. The key made a faster rotation. He could push them out of the way. Another, faster rotation. He could kick Tyler in the back of the knees. His fingers clamped around the key. No, that was on his level. He reached out and Grabbed Tyler's elbow, giving a hard, uncomfortable squeeze to his ligaments hoping to bother the funny bone. "I need to borrow this." He said glancing at Shayla.
Tyler had broken the kiss with Shayla when his arm had tingled. "What the heck." He grumbled, stumbling away from the woman towards Caleb who dragged him aside. "What are you doing?" Caleb whispered in a sharp, quiet tone. "What's it look like." Tyler grumbled rubbing his arm and casting a scowl up at the taller man. "By the way, I need that key and that room." He added making a grab for it but Caleb pulled it back. "I'm not letting you get hung up on some hooker the night before our show." Caleb retorted. "She's not a hooker." Tyler replied. "So give me the key."
"Tyler, did you seriously just say that? You're asking for a room and making out with her in the hall when all she knows about you is your name and... what are you..." Caleb squinted in confusion as Tyler grabbed ahold of his swaying arm which had been exaggerating his words. "OWFU-UGH!" Caleb dropped the key as Tyler bit his forearm.
The devil in disguise held out his hand to catch the falling key and shrugged. "You should take care of that." He murmured making a slow turn back towards Shayla. "I got the key and they don't care if we have the room." Tyler told her, holding up his metal prize.
Caleb rubbed his arm and glared at Tyler simply wanting to punch him but he knew how that game worked. Half the time when he went to punch Tyler, the man bit him anyway. He didn't need another bite. He gave a small sigh looking down at his arm wondering if he should still be concerned for Tyler or take his drugs before morning and Tyler realized he just wasted another night on someone who didn't give a crap.
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Post by Dara on Sept 20, 2008 20:20:26 GMT -7
Shayla ignored Calebs presance to begin with, her only concentration was the Kiss and its beauty. She would be a fool if she'd dened that she enjoyed the Kiss, because it simply sent shivers down her spine. It was only when Caleb stole Tyler away did she acknowledge the Singer, this time it was left standing wanting more "well you cant"She mumbled angrily under her breath. Tyler wasnt borrowable materia, he was hers for tonight at least.
Watching the two men with murderous scowls cursing Caleb mentally, not that it would do her any good.At the word hooker she glared evilly at Caleb "Im no..."She seethed reall wishing she knew more about Caleb, just enough for one insult to hit home.
Her anger disolved though when Tyler returned with there prize, that Key to the room "Mm Tyler you are amazing!"She grinned smiling offering him one sweet Kiss as she wrapped her arms around his neck "Npw lets get inside before the jealous little Kitty wants you've got....and i get you all to my self" she murmered noot realising in that sentance was the Key to silentally annoying Caleb, tomorrow though shed go out and buy a teen magazine for reseach, tonight she had Tyler to keep her busy.
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Post by Sunshine on Sept 21, 2008 13:39:12 GMT -7
A quick smirk spread across the demon's lips at the beautiful girl's praise. "I know." He replied rather haughty to his level of awe. One of his arms moved out to recieve her as she moved closer to give him a small kiss which he returned in quick ease. "Alright." He replied reaching down to get her bag. As he came up he slowed a bit as his back stiffened and a mild, confused scowl crossed his face. The black eyes took a glance at Shayla and the look cleared. Her mention of 'kitty' had thrown him off guard. Was she just making fun of Caleb, or did she know something? He knew he didn't say it. Slowly, he put her bags in one hand freeing up the other to unlock the door. "After you." He said quietly, stealing a glance from under his bangs towards the tall singer across from him.
Caleb was sulking from the fact his help was so quickly turned down and shunned in such a low form. His arm still had a dull, pulsing pain from the teeth of the city's favorite demon. The brooding look quickly dissapated when Shayla delivered her latest statement. The word 'kitty' had struck the singers ears in a louder volume then spoken, ringing through his mind in a hollow, empty threat, reverberating through his memory until his eyes had become wide black pits with thin blue outlines. His heart skipped a beat or two, turning his fingers cold and numb a feeling that slipped to his feet and up his legs finally surging back to dry his mouth and slacken his jaw. The wide eyesfell on Tyler, whose bowed head and hidden shifty eyes read neither of innocense or guilt. Before he could again pull aside the bass player, he had slipped inside the room leaving the horrified, stunned singer standing dumbly in the hallway where, after a moment, his tall, lean form slowly fell sideways to lean against the wall. No sooner did his shoulder touch then a contemplative scowl crossed his face. How did Shayla know his secret? Did she know his secret? That was supposed to stay between his family, Lilly and Tyler. However it got out was beyond him and beyond terrifying. The blue eyes flicked back up to the door the newest 'couple' had dissapeared behind with a rather cold glance. The sentance was putting the singer in a funk.
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Post by Dara on Sept 21, 2008 14:12:24 GMT -7
Shayla dismissed Tyler's scowl, or the simple fact her Kitty comment had hit its mark. Had she realised it she'd of been delighted, yet quick to repair the damage but only where her pet Tyler was concerned should he ask, she'd claim all innocence on her part . "Thank you Tyler"She purred as he unlocked their room. ~so hes rough round the edges but he does have manners.... tonights going to be intresting~ She thought to herself walking into the room treating hiim to a sexy little walk, aiming to be the perfect girl for him.
"So will they leave us alone"?"Shayla asked she wanted no more disturbances from Caleb or anyone else. After all after tonight she'd have Tyler eating from her hand. She was pleased to see he'd hurried in after leaving Caleb out in the hall way. "I dont want to share you with them baby"She smiled softly unsure yet her next move, was the bed too soon. Although she did want to kiss him some more, Tyler was the perfect Kisser after all, an 8 or 9 on her scale.
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Post by Little Lion on Sept 21, 2008 14:26:52 GMT -7
[xD he should be good at kissing. little manslut. like his daddy haha.]
Tyler slipped in after Shayla and shut the door behind him flicking the lock shut as she questioned their level of privacy. "Of course." He said flashing a smirk. He tossed the key onto a table and dropped her bag further into the room on a chair. "Oh, there's no sharing." Tyler replied sneaking closer to her. It was clear Tyler had easilly put the rumble with Caleb behind and resumed far from concerned. He'd moved himself in closer to her stealing the kisses he'd become easilly addicted to. It was light but slightly passionate as he tried to silence her constant questioning of him, it was his nature to hate being questioned, it got under his skin like burninga accusations of distrust and disbelief in him.
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Post by Dara on Sept 21, 2008 14:52:27 GMT -7
"Good" Shayla purred sweetly wrapping her arms around his neck as soon as he got close enough. Ready for there Lips to meet again in more addictive kissing pulling him close again as she returned the kiss with sweet passion playing with his soft black hair. If she wasnt careful she'd ruin everything by falling in love with this little rockstar.
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Post by Asphyxia on Sept 22, 2008 7:04:19 GMT -7
Like any other of the band night's before-parties and such, the red-headed goddess had gone sooner than the other band mates to the apartment to fix herself before she went face to face with her saint. There was something about this night that bothered her, maybe it was the fact that there was a full, hazy moon outside. It had reflexes at her ankles, her awareness sharper than ever. The door opened from the bathroom just to let wild, fiery, crimson hair captivate the lighting. The wild, untamed, crimson locks were pulled into a clan, twisted behind her head, letting it wildly settle at the top and spike abnormally in different directions. The normal bangs and little stray drippings hanged loosely on either side of her face, accentuating like always her heart-shaped face and atoning her porcelain, unnatural skin. Today, her face was just the natural beauty... the inhuman features that always brought anyone's attention. Her tainted, rosy lips were thinned behind her skin, a porcelain, slender hand twirled a silver-chained necklace that held place down to her chest, scrunging mildly her white tank top that was secured with white halter underneath to not be see-through. Lilly always thought it'd be decent whenever she was around Caleb and his band. Wearing a red skirt and a silver-stud belt, her slender legs were exposed beautifully and curvaciously; the finishing touch being just a pair of small shoes that narrowed her look. Her icy blues scrutinized the crowd in the room, denoting that her saint wasn't present at the time, which made her eyebrows furrow. Subtly, she glided across the room with subdued grace, finding the threshold to the hall and opening the door. Her head took a first glance to the side, snapping quickly across the other end to the hall. Her eyes didn't have to go too far to interlock with her destination. Slowly, she stepped out the door and swerved it behind her, giving it a gentle click before she effortlessly ducked down after a few steps to meet with her saint's eyes. "Caleb?" She spoke very quietly, her velvety tone sounding vaguely confused, but dripped with fervent worry. Her porcelain fingers enclosed the distance between her arm and her adoration's face, slowly tracing them over his jawline and under his chin to lift his head and stare into his innocent torrents, causing her to blink several of times, awaiting for his response.
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Post by Little Lion on Sept 22, 2008 17:55:19 GMT -7
Tyler's right hand slid around Shayla's waist, holding the entirety of her body rather close to his. His left hand moved to her neck, one finger brushing along her jawline and down her sking to the collar bone. His kiss wasn't soft like a gentleman's or a man of charm, it held an edge somewhere in the lines of passion yet didn't go as far as a lusting kiss. There was an odd reserve fitting for a man who presented himself like rockstar trash. The style seemed to consume his every fiber. Tyler didn't know the layout of the room too well but he knew one thing, every room had two walls, most rooms had tables, chairs and couches so as he took a small step towards Shayla, in turn causing her to step back, he had a simple aim. It took him awhile to figure out and the slow progress of it was merely unnoticeable but the certain little steps and turns seemed like a slow, unintentional dance.
Alternative's saint was tucked on the first step decending step of the stairwell from their floor. His black jean covered legs, though bent at the knee and cradled into place by his arms, still came halfway across the stairs. He was barely able to shrink his form so that his head came under the railing bolted to the wall his back was slumped against. The light footed aproach of his beloved vampire had gone unnoticed, her presence vaguely registered until her voice cut through a turmoil of thoughts. Blonde hair cascaded to the right upon a tilt of his head which allowed a bothered, blue eyed gaze to corner up at Lilly. His lips were drawn into a thin, pink, pouting twist which vanished as her hand slipped in the close space between his huddled arms, legs and face. As the cool fingers traced over his face it relaxed his expression into a calmer, innocense leaving the only remnants of turmoil to reside in expressive eyes. Quietly, his vaugely hinting expression met hers relaying the fear searing through his system, the concern and confusion all bubbling away into frustration. In the midst of their look exchange, he'd taken her hand from his face, holding it in his. He turned his eyes down, running his thumb over her hand, he knew she wanted an explination and that the unfortunate truth would annoy her. It started with the one word the woman hated most. "Tyler..." He breathed the name and one eye made a small wince as he threw up a phsycological wall to brace himself for his sweetheart's expected dissaproval. "has some girl with him and she called me..." Again the saints eyes made a slick maneouver relaying the awkwardness of the explination and the dire need he felt for cover. "Well..." The saint was unaware he was aligning his girlfriend's knuckles as he held her hand, cracking them in the annoying manner that alignment does. "I think she knows that I'm a..." His head had made a little duck. "cat." The word was mumbled into his shoulder.
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Post by Dara on Sept 25, 2008 17:19:32 GMT -7
Shayla let the kiss die as soon as it wanted to, some kisses were meant to hold on to others where supposed to be brief touches of passion.A smile danced on her lips as he began this strange little dance,the fact he could dance surprised her. After all hadnt She dismissed Tler as one of those sill rockstar types that didnt know anything more than screaming and playing his instrument, that and looking Sexy.But More and More the dark haired rockstar was surprising her and more and More she was starting to fall for him and that was something Shayla didnt want to happen.
In this quiet dance she could guess what Tyler's motive was, It wasnt a new trick not by a long shot, but it was nice to dance in his arms, and to feel butterflies in her stomach whilst doing so. Smiling she lay her head on his shoulder hoping for the dance to last a few minutes more, instead if moving to the next stage, "the couch is to your left "She sighed softly having taken a brief look at the room before even the Kiss had begun. Besides she needed to finish what had begun down in the Little park.
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Post by Asphyxia on Sept 25, 2008 18:34:01 GMT -7
Lilly could feel her breath increasing, stuffing up inside her system, holding it in there. One thing that didn't really bother her for the factor that for her, breathing wasn't really essential. Being a vampire had it's weird perks, but she acted as humanly possible for her saint's sake. Other reactions were just instincts she'd have to adjust eventually. No matter; she could tell this was a hard response to reveal. His warm hands took in her cold ones, sweetly rubbing the smooth skin that seemed to comfort him if even for a split second. The hesitation in his lips confirmed further on the assumption until his words inhaled, 'Tyler,' which was discomforting for the goddess. The shudder was supported by a quick but subtle scowl of her brows furrowing together, slender fingers cradling around the blond beauty's hand, giving it a soft squeeze, remembering her inhuman strength. Dodging the upcoming acid feelings and or gestures, her cool, concealing mask went back to her saint's attention, making sure she had attentively and carefully registered every word mumbled behind the pink lips she so much loved. Her icy blue's gave a shift to somewhere around a russet color, swirled and smoked so it wouldn't be obvious her feelings when even the word Tyler was mentioned. Her eyes narrowed quietly, her free hand slithered between their space to gently cup over his cheek and jawline, giving a gentle, comforting caress with her thumb over his cheek bone just to press her icy, rosy lips against her adoration's forehead. "Caleb," she finally exhaled, her breath releasing entirely from her lungs, "how is that possible?" Her whispering words spoke directly towards him. "Look at the odds... maybe she was just calling you a scaredy..." she paused quickly, her lips pursing up with hesitation before she spoke. She knew her boyfriend was very touchy over that particular subject and the last thing she wanted was him in this morose state. In a sore attempt, her arms began to snake around the saint's figure, giving him a half-hearted hug. Her efforts were dim, but seeing her saint sad was the cause of her weak attempt. "Ignore it." She quickly interjected, trying to sound comforting, but the tone coming out a little more to the, 'You know better than that,' side. Wait... her knuckles being aligned in crackles didn't bother her, but her eyes gave vague twitches to denote she was reacting to his actions. "Hold up... where are they exactly?"
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