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Post by Horse on Aug 11, 2013 22:06:09 GMT -7
Wait, what? I'm not seeing anything on Story's post...
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Post by Story on Aug 11, 2013 22:06:26 GMT -7
It came out blank for some reason...
I said," I don't even know how a proper Canis should behave, so I don't know how to come in."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 11, 2013 22:08:35 GMT -7
They're just really business-like and mysterious and in the shadows. And when spoken to, I'd assume they'd be a bit straight forward and cold. Most don't like being talked to and avoid being seen because of their secretiveness. Sorry, we should have probably elaborated on stuff about the Cani's. I'll talk to Heaths about editing something in.
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Post by Horse on Aug 11, 2013 22:14:51 GMT -7
Whitney snorted as she slid out of the bat stool, thin legs extending. Normally, she would have been just under 5'8, but the heels added inches, She leaned back against the bar once again, eyebrows raising as she lazily glanced towards Georgia. Her look was like, 'Whatever, just keep acting bitchy.' She turned her attention back to Louis, her smile lopsided as she straightened out, arms swinging lightly by her sides. "Whoever said that?" She asked innocently, though, whatever Whitney was, she definitely was not innocent. She oozed danger and sensuality as she moved towards the British boy, eyes shining in the lights of the club as her gaze flicked around before settling on him once more. "Hm? Sorry, bubs you can look, but, y'know, you gotta... Pay, for that sort of thing." She winked, backing up a few paces to lean back up against the bar. Her legs were crossed at the ankle, she looked like she belonged there, perched at the edge of the wood.
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Post by Story on Aug 11, 2013 22:27:45 GMT -7
Alright, I'll maybe jump in tomorrow, once I'm off work.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 11, 2013 22:29:38 GMT -7
Louis raised his eyebrows at her, smiling slyly. "Why, you did, of course," He answered. He didn't seem to mind the little eye argument thing going on between Whitney and the duo near them, as he barely knew the two girls and didn't understand their aggravations. So, he ignored it and did what he did best, and that was flirting. "How much are we asking?" he watched her like a hawk, blue eyes staring her down. There wasn't an inch of her he hadn't already examined, and as she leaned back on the bar, he chuckled lightly. "What's your name? I don't recall that I've been told it yet," He took a few steps so that only a couple foots separated them, and reached past her to get his water, sipping on it as he took a small step back but nothing further.
YOU KNOW WHAT'S GOOD FROSTEE SHAKES FROM WENDY'S THAT'S WHATS GOOD
I could really use one right now ugh chocolate meh
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Post by Deleted on Aug 11, 2013 22:33:49 GMT -7
Alright Story.
Just real quick while I go all deep on you guise,
please don't give up on this roleplay so soon, we, well mainly Heather, worked hard on it, just give it some time to develope and stuff. Once you guys get your characters all developed and junk, we'll help figure out plots and stuff to keep you guys interested. Of course, you can do all your individual relationship dramas and etcetera too but yeah :]
anyways, deep Leo moment gone. Now back to moody, tired but not tired at the same time Leo.
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Post by Horse on Aug 11, 2013 22:33:50 GMT -7
Whitney's eyebrows raised once more, and she ignored Georgia and Preston to the best of her ability before she tipped her head slightly, her edgy hair spilling over her shoulder as she did so. "You decide." She tease slightly when he stepped closer, mainly only loud enough for him to hear. She took his water from him after he took a swig and took a sip, a sigh of relief escaping between her bright red lips before she handed it back, the soothing liquid quenched the fire in the pit of her stomach. "Whitney." She asked, gaze meeting his intense one.
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Post by Horse on Aug 11, 2013 22:34:31 GMT -7
I really like this Rp. it's gonna be interesting, Plus, I love Las Vegas, so yeah, haha
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Post by Deleted on Aug 11, 2013 22:38:54 GMT -7
"Cheeky. I like that," Louis allowed her to steal a sip. When it was handed back, he continued to take slow drinks, eyes staring her down over the rim of the cup. "Whitney. That's nice... Suits you," He quickly gave her a once over, before smirking and sitting on a stool. Despite its disabilities to spin, he still managed to take a quick rotation on the leather, happy that the awkward sounds it made against his jeans was inaudible against the loud music. He watched her for a moment, then it clicked. "Oh, and I'm Louis," He nodded. Then, he looked at the crowd and grinned. "Wanna dance?" He offered with a subtle shake of his head in the direction of the dance floor. He didn't know how long he planned on staying at the club chatting up the showgirl, but for now, he didn't seem to give any mind on the subject. He'd just stay until he was trashed and needed to get home before he did something he'd regret, and he'd take things from there. He as sure he'd be nursing a nasty hangover tomorrow, for sure.
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