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Post by Spotify on May 15, 2013 19:03:42 GMT -7
Hope rolled her eyes,"You said it loud and clear. You don't want me here."she said. Her eyes burned bright like flames as they brightened to meet Raphael's. Her fury died though as she met his gaze and she sidestepped."Let me go. You don't want me here so I'll find some other place to stay. No big deal."she said.(I'm sorry all my posts are short alot on a mind right now)
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Post by Cloudy on May 15, 2013 19:06:53 GMT -7
"I didn't say shit," Raphael hissed. "I simply stated a damn fact. You must think highly of me if you think I'd kick you to the damn street." He glared at her, the hurt swimming in his eyes increasing. He stepped back, pushing his hand off of the door as he crossed his arms, waiting for Hope to leave.
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Post by Goldie on May 19, 2013 12:42:33 GMT -7
Rían smiled softly, motioning to the bar tender to give her another shot. Bold black lines wrapped around her hips and lower back, caressing the tanned skin and showing her wolf heritage. The lines were thin and delicates me spindly at some points then got thicker.
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Post by Cloudy on May 19, 2013 13:31:50 GMT -7
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Post by Goldie on May 19, 2013 17:15:26 GMT -7
Rían downed the second shot, a buzz starting to filter through her. Even though she was full of werewolf blood, her tiny size made it slightly easier for the alcohol to affect her. "Wanna dance?" she asked Quinn, eyes bright as she looked from her him to at the dancing crowd behind her.
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Post by Cloudy on May 19, 2013 17:46:44 GMT -7
Quinn raised a single eyebrow. "Keep downing shots like that and you'll be wasted in no time," he murmured. He watched her for a moment, tilting his head. "Sure. Dancing sounds fun." He stood with a graceful motion, snagging Rian's hand and leading her towards the dance floor.
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Post by Goldie on May 19, 2013 20:14:04 GMT -7
"It takes a bit to get me wasted." Rían said with a small smirk, twirling around so that her shirt swirled to show her peirced belly button and the tattoo on her lower back. She placed Quinn's hand on her hip and moved tauntingly with the beat, her his swiveling and green eyes watching Quinn's as she danced to the music.
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Post by Spotify on May 25, 2013 6:12:21 GMT -7
Hope lifted her gaze again, the fire in her eyes once more lit. "Aren't you suppose to be big and bad. Aren't you not suppose to care for other people? You're suppose to be cold and not care for a soul. But you aren't, are you?"she took two steps into his personal space."You're the opposite aren't you? You care for people friecely and love them truly."she smirked. In her mind she had seemed to win a huge battle. She lifted her head and kissed him. Her eyes danced before they slowly closed in contement. The girl pulled back and than she headed out the door rather quickly. She didn't want to give him any room to ruin that moment.
The girl paused in the hall of his flat. She dressed quickly and ever quicker she pulled her hair up in a French braid. A Shadowhunter always needed to be ready for an attack and as such Hope's whip was coiled around her forearm.
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Post by Cloudy on May 25, 2013 7:26:17 GMT -7
Raphael spun, slamming his fist through the wall. A string of curses escaped him, along with snarls and growls and the sound of things being thrown around. Damnit! Why the hell had he let her get under his skin? The f bomb slipped between Raphael's clenched teeth, and he knew he was in for a world of trouble. Why the hell had he let himself care? It was easier to shut everyone out. It was easier to not let people see the hurt that had made a permanent niche in his heart and soul. Raphael went over to his couch, stepping over the remnants of a cheap lamp he'd thrown in a fit of anger, flopping onto the soft cushion. He dropped his head into one hand, trying to take deep breaths. He needed to calm himself, needed not to lose himself to the darkness of his anger.
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Post by Spotify on May 26, 2013 9:19:15 GMT -7
Hope was unaware of Raphael's issues. She was aware though she had gotten under his skin and that was done small victory at least in her mind. She sighed, all she wanted was a nice hot shower. Her ankle was still quite a bit sore and she wanted to draw another iratze on it as well. It was times like these she wished she had a Parabati.
Hope sighed as she stumbled through the streets soon she would be coming up on Downworlder country and she was kind of nervous, but it was the only place she could think of to stay besides the Institute. No way was she going back there anytime soon, plus Magnus should be willing to help her out. She had gotten him out of trouble more than once.
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