<div class="floatleft">(http://api.ning.com/files/oTnEM1MiEFxmNYJnSJ9*KZR9YFPr3FIYIp-E8QJTtKiLsu55IYsuVlUb36TxTU1QdswgEG4tLpH7ENRoxh9-DofhIso1GvET/AnimeGothGuy.jpg)</div>Name:Jake wheatly<br/>Location: Outside, looking for Lala<br/>Tagged: Lala<br/><hr/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Lala's post</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=172348.msg8144240#msg8144240">Quote from: Chasseybaby on 30-04-2013, 09:37:05</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div class="floatright">(http://i263.photobucket.com/albums/ii130/Chasseybaby/aea798e4-e89f-4b18-818f-18542691c014_zps7fe2002c.jpg?t=1367286795)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tila or “Lala”<br/><strong>Location:</strong> outside training grounds<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br/><hr/><br/>The grounds were peaceful as the sun was shining over the Death City. The only disturbances was the sound of music coming from the training grounds of the Death Weapon Meister Academy. On further inspection a pink haired girl could be seen listening to her hand held radio while reading a stack of magazines next to her. Her tiny wire rimmed glasses masking her pixie like face as the pout of her lips told that she was deep in thought. She chewed at the end of her blue glittery pen as she marked something off on one of the pages. She tapped the pen to her rosy lips as she read out loud, “Your boyfriend is having a guys' night with his friends. What do you do?... A) Freak out and call him every five seconds, B) Let him have his guy time, you have your own plans. C) Text him once or twice to make sure his ‘okay’.” With a laugh the girl marked answer A and totaled her score. Tila Tachibana otherwise known as Lala hummed along to the Imagine Dragons  song  (http://youtu.be/eu-xFvLaE68) and tapped her bright pink toes to the beat. Never abide to the school rules the dress code for Lala suffered the same. Her black and plaid mini skirt left nothing to the imagination as her white skin tight tank top hugged her feminine curves in all the right places. Most kids saw her as the baby of the group but she was determined to be seen as more then a little girl to them, especially a certain person she had known since she was fourteen. <br/><br/>She had ignore the warning bells and had decided to skip the school day and play hooky while the weather was nice. She had herd that the new bounties had been posted that morning but didn’t care too much to check it and found her time more engaged in her own little world. She had just found a quiz that could answer her problem with her so called partner, Jake. Knowing each other for about three years, she couldn’t understand why they had never made a connection that could take them to the next level of their friendship. So finding a quiz about being too clingy to your boyfriend caught her eye and she deiced to try it out. Though some of her answer were a bit outrageous. Recounting her answer did she find the corresponding results to the number she had tallied. “There's nothing wrong with wanting to spend time with your significant other, but there is such a thing as being too clingy! You're totally smothering this guy! Either give him some space or learn to trust him or let him the fuck go! Geeze!” Lala growled and ripped the page out and crumbled it into a ball and tossed it over her shoulder as if it didn’t faze her. “Okay let’s see, next quiz. Are you a crazy bitch when it comes to guys?” Lala grumbled and tore that page out as well and continued to flip through the mag at a leisurely pace. She had spent most of her afternoon outdoors and pulled out a pack of Pocky that her grandmother had sent her and started to suck the chocolate from the cookie. She had wished for Jake to come and hang out with her and make the morning a bit more pleasant with his presents. But she could not find him anywhere that morning and guessed him to be either sleeping or studying in some sercet place she would pull out of him. She didnt like being away from him too long but would never show or tell him that, trying to act tough and hard core in front of her weapon. She pushed the glasses further up her head as the shade of the tree kept most of her body out of the suns rays, though most of her skin was a sun kissed gold. She sighed and let her coral green eyes scan the leaves of the tree, daydreaming about her and Jake one day finally being a couple. She could still remember meeting him and found him to be a bit quiet and conservative, a total opposite to her own hyperactive personality. But they had adapted and Lala had found that she not only respected Jake as her weapon but also found that she had fallen in love with him as well. She had to admit it came on slowly but recently Lala couldnt help but see Jake as a man she wanted to be closer to, but was too scared of loosing him as a friend if it didnt work out. Breaking off the little dream she pulled her glassed back down as the radio turned to another song and she picked up another magazine hopeful about something other then quizzes on if she was crazy for falling in love with her weapon.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div></div></div><em>"Where could she be?"</em>The American Born redhead was scouting around the campus for his meister, taking a short trip down memory lane as he did so. Three years ago, the emancipated minor that was Jake Wheatly ran off to Japan, and it was there, one rainy evening on his walk home that he saw a girl, who appeared to be a few years younger than him, being cornered off by two older men. she was spunky, and quite a feisty fighter, but she couldn't take them on alone. After helping he fight off the would be trouble makers, they forged a strong friendship. Over time though for him, this started to grow into more than just a friendship for him. He had feelings growing for her. Sometimes it got to the point that the thought of pressing his lips to hers was intoxicating.<br/><br/>When she expressed a desire to become a death weapon meister, he learned about how that lifestyle worked. It was then he told her that he would be her weapon, no ifs, ands, or buts. The weapon would be a chained short buster sword, the chain  cuffed to her wrist, normally this transformation originates from his tie that he normally wears, becoming the chain to the blade as she takes a hold of it. The chain was for him a more intimate addition. he enjoyed being connected to her on so many levels.<br/><br/>He finally found her, she was doing more of those silly magazine quizzes. He rested his head softly on her shoulder as he rested his hands on her side. He felt comfortable doing this. was it openly flirty? sure it was, but he loved  being this close to her. "So what are you up to, playing hookie?"