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Post by Little Lion on Sept 26, 2008 16:44:16 GMT -7
Tyler's night colored eyes held on her for a second after her kiss before trailing off across the room. Her statement turned his complexion a bit paler, wondering where on earth the statement had come from other then his own thoughts but accepted it with a liars ease. "Alright." He murmured. His omnious form took them closer to the couch where, slightly untangling himself from her, he flopped to the couch and pulled her down beside him. He anticipated the next chance to kiss her, to feel her form under the pressure of his fingers.
Caleb's eyes made a slow close as his lover's lips touched his forhead, silently taking in her the comfort of her presence, opening as if on command at his name. The broad shoulders moved up and carelessly down in a crestfallen shrug as a response to the questioning of the possibilities of his fears. "No." His whispered low tones quickly sliced through her small heisitation, stabbing through and tearing down her gentle suggestion. "That wasn't it." His voice let up faintly as the woman drew closer, sliding her arms across his cradled figure, causing his body to give a slight unravel, his legs sliding out and his arms moving off his knees to accept her affection. He stopped aligning her knuckles and let his arms fell over hers when they crossed his form. He reflected the same half hearted efforts of effection but the reasons were different in that his small world had been spun hard and shaken by a snotty one night stand. The saint's thin drawn lips gave a twitch to the left bothered by the suggestion to ignore it, a sheer impossability for him. His head was just sinking back against the wall when his angel asked where the lurid couple had hid themselves. The blonde turned his head towards the two rooms. "Next. door." He'd spoken the words slow, annoyed though airy and carelessly depressed.
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Post by Dara on Sept 27, 2008 10:50:09 GMT -7
Shayla took the change in place in her stride sitting almost half draped over the gutiarist. She kissed her fingers placing them on his lips.Her fingers would then stroke his face feeling the soft skin beneath her delicate touch. Next she touched a lock of his hair playing with it gentlly with her fingers before giving Tyler what he was proberly waiting for a proper kiss, her lips brushing against his, in a flutter of a passion.
During this moment her hand stroked his chest feeling the muscles there but being careful not to go any further than the waist of his jeans. After all she meant what she said earlier about never on a first night despite knowing thats what he was after. He was lucky to get this far, normanly Shayla's victimns were knocked out and simply robbed. But in any of this she hadnt seen Tyler as a victimn just a very cute man with whom shed share his company with hopefully longer than one night.
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Post by Asphyxia on Sept 27, 2008 14:43:41 GMT -7
The expression concreted on the red-haired goddess contorted completely off it's warmth course. Now, the expression over her face had all sorts of scowls; threatening, cold eyes that burned through any skin and cringed any new look, and her rosy lips had thinned and pressed themselves to the point of disappearing. Although the angel looked menacing, her hands and body composure managed to keep the little poise she had managed to pull with effort for her adoration's sake. Realizing that she must've looked like a complete different person, one of her hands gently glided up her saint's long figure, molding into the different directions, positions and curves of his skin, bracing her fingers up the lines until they reached his face, gently taking in his smooth skin, consoling the crestfallen angel. Her slender fingers quickly laced a different direction, threading along the lines of his blond locks, carefully twirling some strands, turning her strokes from the brim of his bangs, sliding back softly where the threads of blond ended. "She'll pay for it..." she lastly whispered audible to Caleb, her figure already in front of the door where her room is to be which was claimed inconsiderably by the spawn of Delta; the dark demon himself. Her hand cupped around the threshold, grasping it firmly to twist it with no avail: the door was locked. Lilly bit her lower lip, her eyebrows furrowing together and with a simple, fierce click, the threshold twisted all the way forcefully, opening to her advantage. Considering Caleb's little girlfriend was a vampire, her strength was way beyond compared to a human. She strolled casually, watching the pair in the couch with a twitch of disgust. "What did you two imbeciles did to Caleb?" Her velvety voice rang with a bit of an alarm, raised two octaves more than normal, chiming like bell choruses. Her silvery skin glinted even paler in the moonlight's dancing haze, reflecting her marble, hard expression, meaning serious and threatening.
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Post by Little Lion on Sept 27, 2008 17:29:45 GMT -7
Tyler's hands moved across Shayla's body to hold her in place as she draped herself over his figure. He remained silent after her fingers touched his lips like it had been an unspoken command to him to keep so as the woman played her fingers across his facial featuers and hair. He quickly recieved her kiss, returning the sweet action with pleasant, practiced skill. The presence of her hands on his body was a clear sign that he was doing okay for himself if not a bit of an excitement. His right hand trailed up from her hips, sinking into the curve of her body riding it up along her ribs and cutting across to her back. His left hand was sliding under the light protection of her clothes when a high pitched voice sliced through his mind like a battle axe, causing a spastic, surprised twitch in his figure. The muscles of his forehead pulled into a scowl and in a second dissapointment his lips broke from his prize, turning in on themselves as he bit his lip ring. He leaned to his left, peering around Shayla's lithe form towards the red headed banshee screeching her presence in his room. "What the fuck do you want?" He spat, dark eyes locked on his antagonist with sheer hatred. The annoyance of hearing her voice had blocked out his ability to decipher the verbal vomit pouring from her mouth.
Caleb's sulking mood didn't improve despite the goddess' efforts. He had easilly picked up on her discontent with the news and concern for him and the added negativity did nothing to aid him. Owing it to her for her patience, he focused his blue eyes on her face whilest her fingers moved across the features of his face. His eyes closed after a moment, the sweet sensation numbly lulling his mind. The action of comfort drew out through his turmoil of emotions the very essence of the bitter mood, the feline genes that so adored her simple stroking fingers across his face and through his hair. Her hand was gone before his eyes opened to fix on the blurry form of her standing before the door. The quiet words slowly registered into his mind, their burning tone striking his concious so fast that the haze in his eyes cleared to reveal the scene before him to sharply. His tempermental angel had dissapeared into the hotel room. The saint struggled for a swallow, his mouth dry and his only thought was that he was in love with a soon to be mass murderer.
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Post by Dara on Sept 27, 2008 18:05:36 GMT -7
Lily's presance hadnt registered at all at first with the silver shapeshifter, she'd been too distracted by her dark demon, with his sweet kiss and even sweeter touch. It was easy to tell that Tyler wasnt impressed by this rude intrusion either. "Caleb?"She questioned softly not even looking around, ignoring the threat at first " Oh the Kitty....Nothing so you dont need to come in here to fight his battles Lady...."Her words where cool as if Lily was of no importance, and was simply an annoyance.
Although it seemed that way she was quietly reading her body for change, it tensing under Tyler's arms. He'd notice it but proberly wouldnt realise what was going on. She turned to look at Lily her eyes pools of silver,her ears sharpening at the tips, her nails a little sharper and claw like, a smooth tail sprouting... giving her a very neko type apperance, her body shoing the first signs of changing to a snow leopard with an annoy ed hiss . If ths was going to get nasty she wanted to be prepared and possible make the first move.
"I think its time you were leaving Miss. Caleb isnt hurt and we are busy"She warned getting off from her place in Tylers lap and crossing the distance between her and her opponent er tail swishilng angrily as she unwisely gave the unwelcome vistor a chance to leave.
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Post by Asphyxia on Sept 27, 2008 19:37:14 GMT -7
Tyler's words were just spewing dirt to Lilly, when finally the frivolous, disgust thing of a woman was on Tyler's lap spoke directed to the goddess. Lilly took in the silver essence of her aura unamused. Her eyes shifted a rainbow of colors before swirling into steel-ebony shields, disguising her iris with her eye color. Turning to Tyler, her rosy lips thinned, trying not to growl or expose her fangs and kept her distance. She hadn't fed in a while and now was not the time for her little blood drives. Her smooth, marble face menacingly glared at Tyler, her eyes lit in fury with him as she silently scolded his comment. She looked more like a beautiful, subtle psychopath escaped from the mental institute. No one would notice until they got close; her looks could be very ambiguous or very deceiving. Narrowing her ebony eyes that were slowly shaping into a russet color again, the breath-taking woman pursed her lips before she spoke, quickly picking up the way Shayla called Caleb a cat once again. "The grown-ups are talking, be quiet." She thinned her lips again, huffing this statement like if she were about to jump unto something and rip them apart with just looking at them. The solid anger of her turmoil quickly pulsed through her alabaster veins, her cold body keeping the composure as if no one had spoken to her. Ignoring the flea infest immediately after, Lilly was about to grab Tyler by the shirt and pull him up--unfortunately, that part would reveal what Caleb only knew she was--but she held herself aghast, listening carefully to the woman that now stood up and very feline-like walked up in front of her. "Be busy somewhere else, cheap slut. You insulted my boyfriend and you're occupying my room." Lilly's tone dripped with fuming acid, still holding the tone down into something more quiet and muttered in between clenched teeth. She was about to rip limbs from how angry she was and how sad they'd made her adoration.
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Post by Little Lion on Sept 28, 2008 15:29:09 GMT -7
Tyler watched Shayla's change quietly, the look on his face staying as hard as ever. His eyes followed as she rose from his lap and approached Lilly. A gentleman would have steeped between as this was not Shayla's fight but his yet, Tyler was no gentleman so nothing of the sort concured. The hate he had for the redhead across from him over came any trace of fear she would have normally instilled. It was a line to many that she'd crossed today. The devi's shadow rose off the couch knowing it was a position of disadvantage against the inraged girlfriend. He crossed the floor, nearly following behind Shayla before branching off to the side and stepping infront of her. "Christ, your room? My band pays for this room. You're such a prissy bitch just like Caleb. You're perfect for each other, now crawl back out there and sit with him." Tyler's tones were edgy commands, teetering pevishly between mocks and aiming to hurt. It had occured to him that if he kept the anger she'd struck in him, he'd hit her, flat out deck the woman which he knew he could not do with out starting a grandscale, ever lasting problem. It had also accured to him that there was justification in hitting her if she attacked him first, a chance he was willing to take.
"For crying out loud." Caleb whispered the words, dragging his finger tips down his face pulling his lower eye lids down as his eyes rolled up, then the fingers let up and stretched along the rest of his skin sliding off his chin leaving in their wake clear four clear, pink marks. The saint had picked up on the hissing tones with in the walls of the room, echoing out through the open door to him. He felt like if he stood up the bitter tention radiating off the three would crush him but he rose up anyway, dragging his tall figure to it's full posture and forcing it towards the doorway in time to catch Tyler's bitter remarks. He knew his friend had quite the tounge on him, cold, blunt and careless so he imagined whatever words were being exchanged were utterly pointless.
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Post by Dara on Sept 29, 2008 4:12:43 GMT -7
A soft growl nestled in her throat, first Caleb had insulted her then Lilly, the name may be true but the spitet in them hurt and she wanted to hurt back. Even if directly this wasnt her fight it was about to become hers, she wouldnt even let her dark beauty get in her way there deal would proberably be null and void anyway .
"Slut... you call me slut when you are nothing more than his harlot..." She hissed pointing to Caleb. Feeling a moments pity for the lead singer, but it was soon swallowed in her own rising anger. Giving Tyler a slight push, after all even throughout the red Mist she didnt want either male getting hurt, she slapped Lilly's face making sure when her claws hit the alabaster skin she drew blood.
That done she headed towards Caleb her intents where to leave, abandoning her small bag of belongings"Im sorry I hurt your feelings Caleb , but next time fight your own battles. Okay? Tyler are you coming?"She paused in the doorway in hope Tyler would follow her, Caleb and Lilly where welcome to the room if they wanted it so badly, if Tyler followed her her night wouldnt yet be ruined, and if he let her leave then she'd tr to convince herself he was just another guy.
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Post by Asphyxia on Sept 29, 2008 5:22:12 GMT -7
Poising herself for Tyler's rise, she quickly ignored his speak with an annoyed roll of her eyes. Lilly cared to much about her angel at this moment to be the slightest bit insulted by either and being used to fighting with Tyler was just another immune perk in her system. Mostly, she was hurt for them hurting her saint... that's where the blow hits low when it comes to trying to hurt the crimson-haired goddess. Unfortunately, the feline woman attempted a bad move. The red angel's fierce reflexes stopped her hand in middle air, letting just the vile length of her nail surface her marble complex, seeping two traces of blood cascading angelically down her graceful cheeks. Her hand twisted around in vexed directions, twirling it until she felt the squirm and let her pry herself from her inhuman strength. The voice of her saint made her ears faintly twitch, her eyes jumping from either spawn in disgust and finally unto her adoration with glowering eyes. Closing her eyes for a minute, her smooth face slowly rotated towards Ty, figuring her time would be wasted if she kept the insults going, thinning her lips and concealing them behind parched skin quietly, snatching her look in snapping torrents to Shayla, shooting the glowers at her with irked intentions. For a moment, traces of suspecting the woman for an act of subterfuge kept her mind alert closely for any incoming persuasion, but releasing her breath slowly from holding it since taking her first breath next to Caleb, she figured it was her imagination asking for more tension. Her alabaster, slender fingers harnessed throughout the air and pinched the bridge of her nose momentarily, a wry smile slanting over her lips until her arms had twisted into position over her chest, waiting for the cat and the demon spawn to exit the door. She'd take Caleb's rage later, but her skin was turning a sickly, olive-color complex, indicating she was already about to faint from lack of vital substance.
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Post by Little Lion on Oct 5, 2008 10:45:35 GMT -7
[I'll be coming for your love OKAY >_< !]
Tyler had stayed back, letting the females handle their estrogen fude. Lilly had made no further comment after his so he kept quiet having nothing else to refude and Shayla handled her own well being. The murderous look carved into his hidden features was only broken by Shayla's beconning him to leave. Dark eyes darted to Lilly in a glare, and then to Caleb who was caught in the doorway by Shayla. He took an inching step, showing clear hesistation out of uncertainty then in a quick step followed the girl towards the door, making clear efforts not to give a second gaze to the tall saint as he slipped past him out the door.
[rewind!]
Caleb had been coming into the room when he nearly collided with Shayla in the doorway, he stepped to the left, turning his body to give her room to escape, pausing in his wake as she gave an spitfire appology, doing little towards it's purpose but to further annoy him. The blue eyes took a leap towards Tyler when Shayla asked him to follow. The star bit the inside of his lip wondering what the bassist would do and even as the man started to walk he knew the choice should have been obvious. A glare was tossed down at him as he slipped past and left the room, tagging Shayla like the dog he was. "Tyler..." The name had left Caleb's lips in an uncertain whisper clearly not intending to come out recieving only the silent twist of Tyler's wrist and a flip of the middle finger. Caleb breathed a sigh, brought his hand to his face and shoved his bangs back taking the few strides to his angel. "Are you alright?" He asked quietly subconciously bending towards her level.
[>_> sooo I just realized how boring it was that I made Tyler leave the room ?? xD I'm not very arguementive right now =/]
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Post by Dara on Oct 5, 2008 12:38:32 GMT -7
Shayla didnt revert back from her feline form, she was still annoyed over Lily and Caleb and how they had forced her out of the hotel room. It had surprised her that Tyler had followed her., normanly it would please her that he was coming to heel but right now under her breath she was complaining bitterly about Lily cursing her. with every step towards a local bar.
Ordering two drinks a wine spritzer for herself and a beer for Tyler . Surprisingly too she paid for it, using her last few coins.
Perched on the bar stool her tail swishing angrily behind her, it would take a lot to soothe this kitty's nerves. "Tyler who was that Hellspawn?" She demanded not even looking if he was there. "that evil little witch...that stole our room"She wanted answers, She wanted a revenge that would never be hers. "Just so she could whore for the cute little kitten....least shes not so prett anymore" Shayla hissed softly having to be content with that little deed .
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Post by Asphyxia on Oct 5, 2008 13:55:46 GMT -7
Ignoring the rest of the raucous going around, Lilly kept the graceful, poised stance she had when the disgraces were about to leave and her adoration was about to enter. Her weight was shifted to her right hip, her slender leg sticking out with one of her arms hugged under her chest and folded under a bent arm. She was careful not to touch the seeping crimson beautifully lining down her cheek until her saint finally approached. The furrow in between her eyebrows didn't cease at first, until the cold, hard, steel gaze of her russet-colored eyes finally perched unto Caleb. The struggle in between her eyebrows quickly disappeared, her hands tugging to either side in a surrendering sigh. A million colors coordinated through her eyes until finally, her eyes took back a liquid gray with tints of burgundy mixed in the liquid. For a moment, her eyebrows puckered back, incredulous, but the slow turn of her face made her crimson locks surreptitiously cradle around her porcelain shoulders flawlessly. "Is it bad?" Was the counter-answer she offered her saint when he asked if she was alright, letting her dripping rubies cheek expose to his eyes. Lilly was always careful of what she did and what emotions she expressed when in front of Caleb. Every time she did something... inhuman, the sour expression and frown upon his graceful features melted into her heart, burning the same whole, wounding the same scar, but she couldn't do anything about it. He had decided to choose her, and this is what he got. "Tyler really has no taste in sluts." She quickly mumbled, disgusted by the scent that flared her nostrils.
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Post by Little Lion on Oct 5, 2008 14:39:12 GMT -7
Tyler was rather surprised with himself for having followed Shayla to the bar but as she ordered him up a drink, he figured perhaps the strange choice wasn't so bad. At least it would drown out the nagging feeling in the pit of his stomach that walking out just then was a big mistake and the action alone had pulled a rift between him and Caleb. His attention was slowly drawn back to the snapping tones of Shayla, growling fiercly about Lilly. "That 'hellspawn' was Lilly. Obviously, Caleb's girlfriend. They're not people you mess with cause you want." Tyler had little grounds for saying that since he did it all the time but he had all sorts of safeties due to his relationships, connections and leverage. "Yeah." Tyler murmured quietly fuming in his own silence about Lilly. "She's a nasty, abrasive, controlling, bitch who Caleb's picked up out of a bar and spoiled to the extreme." His grip on the beer got tighter. "At least you got that on her." He added about Shayla having flawed the Saint's little angel.
Caleb faught with himself to ignore the scowl radiating off his girlfriend's face, clenching his jaws to suffer through the look and simply telling himself that it wasn't intended for him. One hand skimmed lightly up her arm to her face, brushing her hair back from the scene of the crime (ha xD) "No." The word was more of a whispered breath. Her inhumanity was a thing that hadn't scared him and in turn he was light on the subject and quickly forgot it's consequences and benefits - like the kind that made a simple wound like this heal - seem like nothing. Her comment towards Tyler caused a twitch at the corner of his lips, a small smile he tried to hide as, though true, the topic of conversation was far from his favorite right now. His hand dropped away from her face, catching her own slender fingers on it's way back to his side. "Come here, I'll fix you up." The offer had been spoken in the lone tones touched with a hint of melancholy which blended into a sweet, heartbroken sound that twisted around to break hearts in a way only the saint knew how. His hand having entwined around hers, he led her over to the bathroom sink. "Uhm..." His eyes scanned the room and his lips gave a thoughtful twist. "Oh, sit here." Even as he spoke, keeping the same soft spoken words, his hands had gone to either side of her hips and he was sitting her lithe form on the counter. His eyes had taken off in a different direction to find a cloth so that by the time he'd set the girl on the counter he was already reaching across the small bathroom for the hand towel. He turned the water on, pausing with his hand on the faucet, his eyes meeting Lilly's for the first time since they'd left their spot. he held the sullen glance as his hand slipped off the faucet and he stuck part of the hand towel under. "I don't know why he does it." It sounded like a dissatisfied appology for Tyler's behavior. "Or why he's got to target you." There was annoyance burried under the sorrow for his sweetheart. The aggrivation didn't interferre with his touch, remaining light and careful as he moved along one of the scratches on her face.
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Post by Dara on Oct 5, 2008 16:03:22 GMT -7
"Lilly"Shayla repeated her name as if it held power , yet it tasted bad in her mouth, round two would have come another day, when she was done with Tyler, right now despite her anger she was still in a rational mind , fighting Lilly would only upset Tyler so she'd have to wait for another time, another day
. "I hate girls like that, that fawn over there boys, like kept little birds, at his beck and call no doubt " She drank some of her wine before touching Tyler's hand "Careful, you dont want to break the glass holding it that tight baby, you'll break the glass , lose your beer and hurt your hand then you wont be able to pla so well, and that would just be thats bitch's fault" Her hand raised and stroked tyler's face her claws echoing the scar Lilly had recieved, yet this time she didnt mar or break the skin, gently she then ran her fingers gently through his hair
"Next time I willl do worse if you wish it my love, but only if she crosses me again if you wish it, tell me does the little brat have a weakness other than her little pest caleb of course" She asked despite her anger seething under the surface she began to try and flirt with her dark demon not caring if her logic was flawed,as long as she had Tyler on her side, and in his good books.
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Post by Asphyxia on Oct 5, 2008 17:06:58 GMT -7
Feeling the gentle, silk caress of her saint's fingers brushing her hair away from her seeping cheek, Lilly almost purred from intuition, but stopped herself, letting a doused sound in her throat as Caleb examined the superficial wounds. She also felt the warmth of his touch over her skin down to her arms and the entwine of their fingers together, not hesitating to hold the pressure along with his hand. Her saint seemed to be taking this smoothly, which surprised her. Her breathing became a little uneven, though. The rusty, salty smell of blood filled her nostrils and somewhat bothered her thirst, watering her mouth with venom. Caleb had the goddess already subconsciously smiling when her took her to the bathroom, but the smile was just the faint twitch upwards on the corner of her rosy lips. As well as her saint, her liquid grays scanned the bathroom for somewhere for her to sit on while he played the doctor roll but an unexpected hoist surprised her, yelping out a soprano noise, sounding like a very soft bell collide off from her lips, carried on top of the counter and settled upon. Lilly wasn't surprised that the much more taller man could carry around her lithe figure effortlessly, but soft pants chided from her already uneven breath. Subsiding her uneven breathing, Lilly instinctively brought her legs together, letting no gap expose from her skirt, perching her slender hands over her knees, intently watching her angel do his work. She could hear the faint strain in his words and the irked expression painting them. Her slender, icy fingers gently touched his hand when he cleaned the horizontal wounds over her cheek, which would heal within minutes of cleaning. "Don't worry about it..." her musical voice tuned down in a low and soft tone, her eyes glinting and locking with his innocent blues. Weaving down her fingers through his arm and back down to her knees, Lilly let her saint continue his work in progress, not helping but to think what would happen if she had exposed herself in front of both. "Does... Tyler know what I am?" Her silvery voice was suddenly faint, solely touched with hints of straining sadness.
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