[ BTS ] Under The Candlelight - IC
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				Title: <strong>[ BTS ] Under The Candlelight - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moraline</strong> on <strong>16-10-2013, 02:53:24</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>[ BTS ] Under The Candlelight - IC</strong></span></span><br>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6c/Candle.gif) <span style="font-family: papyrus;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 36pt;" class="bbc_size"> Beyond The Supernatural </span></span> (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6c/Candle.gif)</div><br><br>This thread is for any private moments that are done out of sync with the main thread or where you might like to post more intimate details of your character's lives.<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Tell back stories</li><li>Share intimate moments (Yes, the fun naughty sexual stuff) </li><li>Have a short side adventure&nbsp; &nbsp;</li><li>... anything can go here that isn't directly relating to the current story line or happens behind the scenes.&nbsp; &nbsp;</li></ul><br><em>*Remember to tag your post as usual but add character Age (and/or if it's backstory).</em><br><br><hr><br><br><span class="bbc_u">Links</span>:&nbsp; <br><strong>[ BTS ] Beyond The Supernatural - IC</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=186203.0) (NEW!)<br><strong>[ BTS ] Scenario One - IC</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=184097.0) <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">(Non-Adult section)</span><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li> [ BTS ] Scenario One - Into the Shadows (IC) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=184514.0)&nbsp; <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">(Non-Adult, What happened when Maggie and Robert were pulled into the Darkness)</span></li></ul><strong>[ BTS ] Under The Candlelight - IC</strong><br><strong>[ BTS ] Beyond The Supernatural - OOC</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=186182.0)<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li>[ BTS ] Scenario One - OOC (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=184096.0) <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">(Old - Now Closed)</span></li></ul>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [ BTS ] Under The Candlelight - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>London</strong> on <strong>16-10-2013, 03:53:39</strong>
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				<strong>John Cooper (age 17) </strong><br><strong>Location</strong>:The flat, Emily's room<br><strong>Tag</strong>:Emily ((Age 18, 2010 continuity, active story))<br><hr><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"John," she says softly, "check&nbsp; Sully's and Maria's-- you'll find them together, with Renault."&nbsp; She unzips the hooded sweatshirt down over her breasts, a steady mechanical hum until it clicks open and free.&nbsp; "I'll text Kumari..." she breaks back half a step, her stance casual, neck angled back and steps like a theatrically-hypnotized conspirator, until she locks eyes with John once again.&nbsp; She steps into the adjoining bathroom, her running shoes softly echoing from hardwood floor to tile.&nbsp; "It was a good run today," she says, "bet you could use a shower."<br><br>Her green tank top, and a black polyester piece of cloth that, upon inspection, looks to be a sports bra, tumble out the open door into her bedroom floor, skidding to a halt beside the ivory-colored wicker hamper, where sunlight falls across in slanted bars through the half-closed blinds.&nbsp; A moment later, one long-fingered, freckled hand wraps around the wooden door and places her still-clean cargo pants at the edge of the hamper-- the slim, freckled arm delivering it casually and lazily.&nbsp; "Don't leave your clothes on the floor, please?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Swallow as he watched the sports bra land near the hamper. Looking back to the door, he watched her hand come out and drop the cargo pants being dropped close to the rest of her cloths. She didn’t have to tell him twice. Moving close to a chair, John quickly took his jacket off, laying it across the seat before slowly pulling his t-shirt off. Looking to the door, he pulled the cloth over his tight abs, his lean chest wet from the run. Kicking his shoes off next to the chair, he was glad he hardly wore any socks. Unfastening his jeans, he slid them down his legs before laying them on the chair. <br><br>Moving to the door in only his boxers, “I don’t normally leave my cloths all over the floor…” he said. Standing in front of her, he slowly pushed his boxers down, his excitement obvious as he leaned back to throw them onto his other cloths.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [ BTS ] Under The Candlelight - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>16-10-2013, 04:26:52</strong>
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				<strong>Emily Fitzgerald</strong><br><strong>Location</strong>: The apartment, her bathroom<br><strong>Tag</strong>: John ((Age 18, 2010 continuity, active story))<br><hr>Emily's bare back faces him, the light-brown-freckled skin contoured over the smooth shoulder-blades and dimpled lower back turning pale down to the swell of her heart-shaped bottom.&nbsp; There's a soft click as she sets her cell phone on the edge of the sink, shifting her weight from one foot to the next as she turns, arms crossed over her breasts, and looks John over with a shy smile that quirks higher at one corner.&nbsp; Demurely, she downcasts her eyes a moment, reaching with one hand to turn the handles to her usual setting-- the cascade of water onto the claw-footed tub and hissing against the plain white curtain is soft and constant.<br><br>She hesitates then, lowering her hands to her side, her full breasts tipped in pink circles near the pale crests of flesh where the freckles fade away.&nbsp; Showing no more desire to speak, she turns to face him, stepping closer so she must angle her face to see down the length of his body, and kisses his throat-- her mouth warm, lips full and damp, and places her hands at his waist for a slow caress along the sides of his ridged abdomen.<br><br>Sighing softly against the nape of his neck, she tosses her head gently to move her hair from her face, then steps back to part the curtain and steps inside, holding the curtain back for him to join her where the water, now warm, streams over her skin and turns her coppery hair into dark, wet tendrils.&nbsp; She reaches both hands to the ponytail she wears and loosens it-- perhaps hoping he'll notice, she arches her back subtly as she does so, before tossing the damp hair-band off toward the sink and reaching for his hands to urge him within.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [ BTS ] Under The Candlelight - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moraline</strong> on <strong>16-10-2013, 17:39:34</strong>
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				<strong>Inspector Renault </strong> (NPC)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Paris, streets around the flat<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Maria (Age: 18)<br><hr><br>Inspector Renault is sitting alone in a side walk cafe enjoying a hot cup of java and his paper when the cellphone in his pocket vibrates...<br><br>"Bonjour, Inspector Renault. Who am I speaking with? ... Please don't tell me that Sully or John have gone and gotten themselves into trouble again?"
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				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>16-10-2013, 18:01:41</strong>
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				<strong>Maria Park</strong> (2010, age: 18)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Paris, streets around the flat<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Renault<br><hr><br>After leaving the flat and thinking about it for a few minutes on her way to the bus stop, Maria decided that it might be a good idea to call inspector Renault to make sure that her friends weren't going to get themselves - and possibly her by association - into any trouble. <br><br>"Bonjour, inspecteur...c'est Maria. And no, the boys didn't get into any trouble yet, but that's kind of what I wanted to talk to you about. I guess they want to investigate or solve the murders in Clichy that they were talking about in the papers, and I noticed that you were handling it, so I just wanted to know...what I should do about that I guess."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [ BTS ] Under The Candlelight - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moraline</strong> on <strong>16-10-2013, 18:03:35</strong>
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				<strong>Inspector Renault </strong> (NPC)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Paris, streets around the flat<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Maria (Age: 18)<br><hr><br>"Très bien, very good. Glad to hear they are not in any trouble and always good to hear from you, my dear sweet Maria.<br><br>Now what's this about murders? No no, they should not be going to the Clichy Sous-bois. Far too dangerous in the banlieue for them over there. It is full of street gangs and filth. No no. Don't believe everything you 'ear in the papers, oui? They make our lives difficult with all of their.. How do you Americans say it... 'Gonzo' journalism.<br><br>It would be best if you children allowed the adults to handle it then, oui? Tell the boys to stay out of trouble and maybe tonight I'll stop by to say, 'ello."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [ BTS ] Under The Candlelight - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>16-10-2013, 18:16:06</strong>
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				<strong>Maria Park</strong> (2010, age: 18)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Paris, streets around the flat<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Renault<br><hr><br>"I'm not a child," Maria retorted calmly but instantly, almost as if she'd taken offense. Even before the incident three years ago she hadn't like being talked down to because she was 'just a child', and that feeling had only increased ever since.<br><br>"I can try telling them not to go," she continued, her voice softening a bit as she realized that she might have overreacted. "But I can't promise they'll listen...I can almost promise that Sully won't listen, so you might want to tell him yourself."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [ BTS ] Under The Candlelight - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moraline</strong> on <strong>16-10-2013, 18:18:26</strong>
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				<strong>Inspector Renault </strong> (NPC)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Paris, streets around the flat<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Maria (Age: 18)<br><hr><br>"I'll do that this evening then. Tell them all that I'll be coming by.<br><br>Was that all that was on your mind? You seem a little on edge."
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				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>16-10-2013, 18:29:35</strong>
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				<strong>Maria Park</strong> (2010, age: 18)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Paris, streets around the flat<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Renault<br><hr><br>"I'm not...uurrghh!" Maria huffed, realizing that she'd walked right past her stop while being distracted on the phone now that the bus that she was supposed to be on drove right by her. "I mean...gosh! I don't know, I'm not any different than usual." <br><br>That wasn't exactly the truth. The fact that her fate wasn't in her own hands, but rather those of some mysterious masked Council as well as those of a supernatural being living in another plane of existence was weighing more and more heavily on Maria's mind. It was a constant source of stress and nerves, and she might have been nearing a breaking point.<br><br>"You already know what my problem is...why do you always ask me if you don't intend on helping?" Maria asked rather accusingly now, her raised voice making her sound rather agitated.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [ BTS ] Under The Candlelight - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moraline</strong> on <strong>16-10-2013, 21:18:56</strong>
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				<strong>Inspector Renault </strong> (NPC)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Paris, streets around the flat<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Maria (Age: 18)<br><hr><br>"Maria, you know what you need to do, you just lack the will to do it. If there's something that I can do to help you then of course I'd be more then willing to in so far as I'm permitted to of course. Listen, why don't you skip the morning and come have coffee with me at Rue Augustine's Cafe? I'll be here for another hour if you like."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [ BTS ] Under The Candlelight - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>London</strong> on <strong>16-10-2013, 22:30:49</strong>
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				<strong>John Cooper (age 17)</strong><br><strong>Location</strong>:The flat, Emily's room<br><strong>Tag</strong>:Emily ((Age 18, 2010 continuity, active story))<br><hr><br>Slowly his eyes travel down her body, taking in the way her firm tight flesh moved over her muscles. Letting his eyes move across her shoulder blades before slowly moving down to the dimples of her lower back. Looking lower, his eyes took in the beautiful sight of her heart shaped bottom before traveling back up her body. Smiling when she turned around, he stood still letting her get a good look at his own body.<br><br>Breathing deeply when she let her and lower, he held in the moan as he saw her full breast. Taking in every detail of her body, his eyes slowly lowered to travel all the way to her feet. Looking back up as she stepped closer, he started to lean forward to kiss her when she kissed his neck. A soft moan escaped his lips as his own hands touched her arms. <br><br>Watching her step into the shower, he tilted his head as the water cascaded over her body. The way her hair copper hair turned darker when it got wet… The way her skin glistened when the light caressed it… When she held out her hand John didn’t wait another second before taking it. Stepping into the shower, he moved behind her to watch the way her back arched. Placing his hands on her shoulders, he slowly rubbed them, his thumbs slipping along her spine as they moved lower.<br><br>Massaging her shoulder blades, his thumbs continued to lightly stroke her spine as he stepped closer to her. Both hands moved slowly down her back, moving closer to her waist. Leaving one hand on her waist, John slowly slid one finger back up her spine, lightly caressing her before reaching her hair.&nbsp; Brushing the back of his fingers across her neck, he moved her hair over one shoulder before leaning close to kiss her neck. Slowly moving his hand down her arm, he continued to place soft kisses along her neck, moving along her jaw line. When both hands reached her waist, John stepped closer, his body touching hers as he hugged her from behind.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [ BTS ] Under The Candlelight - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>16-10-2013, 22:37:12</strong>
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				<strong>Maria Park</strong> (2010, age: 18)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Paris, streets around the flat<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Renault<br><hr><br>Maria didn't say anything back for at least twenty seconds. It took her that long just to calm down and to ensure that she didn't say anything that she'd regret after Renault said that she was lacking the will to free herself. Missing classes wasn't really something that she liked making a habit of, but she wasn't so hung up on having perfect attendance like she used to be, and she already knew that her mind wouldn't be on her schoolwork anyways.<br><br>"Okay, fine."<br><br>Maria took the long way to get to the cafe just to give herself some extra time to cool off. Upon arriving, she quickly spotted Renault sitting by himself at a table for two and took the seat opposite from him, placing her bag down on the ground by the side of her chair.<br><br>"I would like to know what you meant." she stated simply, trying to sound calm and composed but still firm.
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				Post by: <strong>Moraline</strong> on <strong>16-10-2013, 23:06:52</strong>
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				<strong>Inspector Renault </strong> (NPC)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Paris, streets around the flat<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Maria (Age: 18)<br><hr><br>He smiled when he saw her approach. It wasn't a warm friendly smile, it was one of those ones people put on for business meetings. Renault wasn't the best at these warm fuzzies, he was more the business type and never had changed since the day they all met him.<br><br>"Lovely to see you. Sometimes I almost forget how much you've grown up in the last few years," he said. That was a bit more sincere but at the same time it also might have come across as a little creepy. He was over twice her age and clearly his eyes were wandering over her body. He quickly corrected himself and his smile readjusted to that professionalism.<br><br>"Well, what I meant is that you are a young adult now. If you have a problem then I am sure you also know what the solution to it is or how to go about finding a solution to it.&nbsp; Why don't you tell me specifically what is bothering you so I can give you a more precise bit of help. I doubt very much that you want to solve your problem for you, so let me help some."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [ BTS ] Under The Candlelight - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>16-10-2013, 23:07:48</strong>
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				<strong>Maria Park</strong> (2010, age: 18)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Paris, streets around the flat<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Renault<br><hr><br>Maria didn't mind Renault's somewhat distant and formal demeanor since she was kind of the same way, so she actually preferred it that they didn't need to do the whole hugging and kissing on the cheeks thing. The look that he gave her shortly as she sat down did seem a little bit off, but then Renault had always seemed a little bit off to her, so she just chalked it up to it being one of the man's quirks. The comment about her growing up was just one of those platitudes that people said to young people whether it was true or not.<br><br>"I don't need you to solve it for me, I just..." Maria stopped herself to lean in slightly on the table and lower her voice. She didn't want people to overhear. "I want to undo the pact that that Fae tricked us into. How am I supposed to do that if I can't go back into the other plane to find her? What does my will have to do with that? It's not like I can just will her to spontaneously appear in front of me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [ BTS ] Under The Candlelight - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moraline</strong> on <strong>16-10-2013, 23:11:23</strong>
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				<strong>Inspector Renault </strong> (NPC)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Paris, streets around the flat<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Maria (Age: 18)<br><hr><br>He smiled as she leaned and placed a hand lightly on hers. "Sully has the ability to travel to the Mistlands, he only needs a guide to get him there. Emily is connected to the Fae she can be a guide... I don't recommend it however. It would make more sense just to wait for her to come to you. She's not as strong here as she is over there. Plus if she's the one coming to you then it means she wants something. That's what you can use to bargain with." His grin widened as he leaned back in his chair. "You'll never get out of though. Once you are bound to a Fae's pact then all you can do is avoid them or fulfilling your obligation for as long as you can. Of course, all she asked was for you to fight the Dark Fae. The council looks down on that but as long as you do it here in our realm then you're safe from their justice.... Besides, you are my favorite and always have been. Far to bright and talented for the others. Someday you would make an excellent Marshal. If you find yourself inclined then I would very much like to be your trainer."
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				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>16-10-2013, 23:15:06</strong>
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				<strong>Maria Park</strong> (2010, age: 18)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Paris, streets around the flat<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Renault<br><hr><br>It took Maria by surprise when she felt the warmth of the inspector's large hand covering her own much smaller hand, physical contact of any kind never having been the norm for them. She wasn't sure whether she felt comforted or uncomfortable...maybe a bit of both. Regardless, she was very interested in what Renault had to say, so listening was her main focus.<br><br>The stuff about the Fae wasn't anything new, though, Maria knew all of that already. It always came down to the same couple of problems. First of all, they weren't allowed to interfere with the Fae outside of the human world, and traveling into the Fae's realm to hunt the Godmother down would almost certainly break that rule. Second, even if they dared to try, they'd be horrible outmatched. She didn't get the chance to even bring those points up before Renault blindsided her with something else seemingly out of the blue, however.<br><br>Maria had no idea why he would say that she was his favorite, that was the type of thing that people weren't supposed to say. Yes, she knew that he wasn't their father or anything like that, but still. She didn't understand why it would be her, either. She was less of a troublemaker than they two boys, perhaps, but she didn't think that was such a big deal, nor did she see what would place her above the other girls in Renault's esteem. <br><br>Did it matter, though? His offer, as random as it seemed, was extremely enticing. Maria could learn so much faster with an experienced arcanist as her trainer than she could on her own, which was definitely something that she wanted to do, and it would undoubtedly also prove very helpful in her quest. Maria stared at Renault for several seconds, studying him, trying to make sure that it wasn't some sort of joke or trick, but he seemed sincere...if somewhat creepy with that big grin on his face.<br><br>"Really? I'd love that! Why me, though..? And do you think they would even let me be a Marshal? Wow, I so wasn't expecting this!" Maria seemed barely able to contain her excitement, which was quite rare for her indeed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [ BTS ] Under The Candlelight - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moraline</strong> on <strong>16-10-2013, 23:21:13</strong>
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				<strong>Inspector Renault </strong> (NPC)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Paris, streets around the flat<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Maria (Age: 18)<br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://static.phx2.tvgcdn.net/MediaBin/Content/100719/News/Todays_News_Our_Take/4_thurs/100722bruce-campbell-burnnotice1.jpg)</div>Her enthusiasm was wonderful. Renault beamed. In his years, it was rare to find a student so willing and eager to learn and more importantly, one that had the right attributes.<br><br>Renault said, "Walk with me, we'll talk more."<br><br>He stood up. He was not the largest of men, but most definitely significantly larger then the young woman. Renault was a man of average height, and average build, quite unremarkable in most ways. His only real distinguishing traits were his strong jaw line and penchant for loud shirts.<br><br>"You are strong, Maria. You have a warriors spirit. When young people enter the service of the Council of Venice they usually start as 'Men At Arms'. This is basically the rank of a foot soldier. Their duty is to enforce the laws of the Council and to protect when able to. There are only ever 108 of these positions available...." He beckoned for her to come along with him as he began to walk.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [ BTS ] Under The Candlelight - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>16-10-2013, 23:23:15</strong>
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				<strong>Maria Park</strong> (2010, age: 18)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Paris, streets around the flat<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Renault<br><hr><br>Maria wasn't entirely satisfied with Renault's answer, not believing that he'd make her this kind of offer just because she had a 'warrior's spirit', but she contented herself with it for now. She grabbed her bag as she stood up and followed the inspector, asking another question on the way out of the cafe.<br><br>"Why only 108?" That seemed like quite a low number to her, and she could only imagine that having more soldiers - or men-at-arms as the Council apparently liked to call them - could only make it easier to enforce the laws and protect the world from the Fae and other supernatural threats.
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				Post by: <strong>Moraline</strong> on <strong>16-10-2013, 23:25:52</strong>
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				<strong>Inspector Renault </strong> (NPC)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Paris, streets around the flat<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Maria (Age: 18)<br><hr><br>Renault grinned at her. "The numbers have meaning throughout history. 108 has shown up in many religions and philosophies. It is a number that represents the ultimate reality of the universe as being simultaneously one, emptiness, and infinite. 1-0-8."<br><br>He stops to look around the streets and scans quickly before continuing, "Plus, in the chamber of the Council there are three placed inside of two double circles. The first and largest has 108 points, the next contains 22, and the last holds 7. They represent the Men At Arms, the Marshals, and the Governors, that's the council themselves. This creates a circle of protection that even the queens of the Fae cannot enter or effect. Does this make sense to you?"
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				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>16-10-2013, 23:55:50</strong>
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				<strong>Maria Park</strong> (2010, age: 18)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Paris, streets around the flat<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Renault<br><hr><br>"Not really, but then I wasn't really expecting it to," Maria replied, instinctively scanning the streets in the same pattern as Renault, trying to figure out what he was looking at or for without much success. "Where we going?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [ BTS ] Under The Candlelight - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moraline</strong> on <strong>17-10-2013, 00:30:55</strong>
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				<strong>Inspector Renault </strong> (NPC)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Paris, streets around the flat<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Maria (Age: 18)<br><hr><br>He gave her a stern look as if to say, you shouldn't ask questions. Then he smiled and let out a laugh. "We are just walking to where I parked my car. Then we'll head out to the Clichy Sous-bois. You said some of your friends were going that way correct? Which ones? I bet its those impulsive boys."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [ BTS ] Under The Candlelight - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>17-10-2013, 00:32:56</strong>
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				<strong>Maria Park</strong> (2010, age: 18)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Paris, streets around the flat<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Renault<br><hr><br>"Oh, right," Maria replied curtly, feeling a bit silly for asking so many questions. She wanted to ask what they were going to be doing in Clichy, but held her tongue for now. "Well, I'm not sure where they're going, but that would be my guess. They're like moths to a flame when trouble is involved."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [ BTS ] Under The Candlelight - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moraline</strong> on <strong>17-10-2013, 00:35:18</strong>
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				<strong>Inspector Renault </strong> (NPC)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Paris, streets around the flat<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Maria (Age: 18)<br><hr><br>"Not really surprising. Many young Arcanists get this way. Then it ends up being on the level headed ones like us to rescue them or bring them before justice when they get out of hand.... I won't lie to you, Maria. Being a Marshal is much like being in Law Enforcement here in Paris. There are times when you feel like you are doing good and others when you are the pariah. Not everyone appreciates that order must be maintained. Arcanists wield great power that mortals can't and don't want to understand. Even letting them know of our existence could lead to which hunts. The last thing we need is seven billion people chasing us with pitchforks and torches." The thought gave him a giggle as he recalled old Hollywood movies. "How are you feeling today? Do you feel strong? I would like to begin your training immediately if you are up for it."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [ BTS ] Under The Candlelight - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>17-10-2013, 00:35:50</strong>
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				<strong>Maria Park</strong> (2010, age: 18)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Paris, streets around the flat<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Renault<br><hr><br>Maria had to silently agree with the comment about level headed people like herself have to take responsibility and keep things from falling into chaos. She kind of felt like she'd already been doing that for most of her life. Sometimes it was tiresome or annoying, but at the same time she relished the added responsibility and pressure.<br><br>Never in a million years would she have ever imagined herself going into any sort of law enforcement, but it was kind of making sense in a lot of ways now that Renault had offered and explained it, and obviously being a Marshal was far from the same thing as just being a random beat cop or detective. Maria could be one out of just 108 in the entire world.<br><br>Renault didn't give her much time to consider. "Oh, now?" she asked, thinking that she'd have to text her friends to tell them that she wouldn't be making it to brunch today. "Sure, okay, I feel fine."<br><br>Pulling her phone out, Maria started texting one of her friends to let the girl know. "Can we stop for food on the way? I'll feel even stronger if I'm not starving."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [ BTS ] Under The Candlelight - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moraline</strong> on <strong>17-10-2013, 00:37:37</strong>
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				<strong>Inspector Renault </strong> (NPC)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Paris, streets around the flat<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Maria (Age: 18)<br><hr><br>After they had walked around the block and down a short side street, "We are here." He pointed up to the parking structure. "My car is inside. Would you like we just get drive-thru or do you want to go across the street to grab some chips?" He pointed down the street to a chip vendor near a small news stand. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [ BTS ] Under The Candlelight - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>17-10-2013, 00:58:12</strong>
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				<strong>Maria Park</strong> (2010, age: 18)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Paris, streets around the flat<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Renault<br><hr><br>"Drivethrough," Maria replied somewhat absentmindedly, still focusing on her texting. "Who eats chips as a meal?" Then again, she was talking to a man who wore flashy Hawaiian shirts for every occasions, so she wouldn't have put it past him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [ BTS ] Under The Candlelight - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moraline</strong> on <strong>17-10-2013, 02:25:25</strong>
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				<strong>Inspector Renault </strong> (NPC)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Paris, streets around the flat<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Maria (Age: 18)<br><hr><br>Renault would lead her to the car and spirit her off. They did a drive-thru where he ordered some chips and a coffee. Her suspicions about his eating habits were correct. Of course they had other foods too so she'd be able to get whatever she liked. His treat of course. Mostly because he just didn't want the hassle of messing around with the money. Not because he was generous or anything, but not because he wasn't either.<br><br>"Do you know which direction we are going, oui? It is Easterly to the Clichy-Sous-Bois. I can not tell you how I know we will find trouble but I know that trouble is out there, no? Soon we shall see." His head twisted from side to side as he looked along the roads while driving. It was only glances but enough to note that he was indeed watching for something.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [ BTS ] Under The Candlelight - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>17-10-2013, 09:22:54</strong>
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				<strong>Maria Park</strong> (2010, age: 18)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Paris, streets<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Renault<br><hr><br>Maria offered to pay for herself but accepted Renault's offer when he made it and ordered herself a grilled chicken sandwich after thanking him. She didn't mind paying for herself, but then again she wasn't about to say no to a free meal either considering that she was far from rich and the inspector surely had a much larger income than her. She ate the sandwich very carefully over the box that it had come in to make sure that she didn't get any crumbs in Renault's car.<br><br>As for why the direction that Clichy was in or what the inspector kept glancing around for, Maria had no idea. "So...what are we doing? I mean, is there anything I should know?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [ BTS ] Under The Candlelight - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moraline</strong> on <strong>17-10-2013, 15:57:59</strong>
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				<strong>Inspector Renault </strong> (NPC)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Paris, streets around the flat<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Maria (Age: 18)<br><hr><br>He glided through the traffic. His pace was quick but never rushed as they drove along. He obeyed every traffic light and followed the letter of the law.<br><br>"We are going to go check on your friends and I would like to look into a street gang over in the Clichy-sous-Bois called Poing de démon, or Demon Fist in Englais. They are known as being quite violent but so far they are small in numbers and haven't caused to much trouble.&nbsp; I'm just always a little suspicious of any group with a name that contains demon in it. Best to check them off our list now.... And I'm taking you as back up. Today, you are an official consultant on this case."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [ BTS ] Under The Candlelight - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>17-10-2013, 15:59:34</strong>
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				<strong>Maria Park</strong> (2010, age: 18)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Paris, streets<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Renault<br><hr><br>Being a little impatient at times, Maria was slightly annoyed by the way that Renault followed all of the rules of the road so meticulously, but it wasn't that big a deal so she managed to keep her mouth shut about it. She supposed that it made sense with him being an officer of the law and all, but then again, it was far from uncommon to see the police breaking all sorts of rules even when they didn't have their lights and sirens on.<br><br>She scoffed lightly when he told her what they'd be doing and how she was tagging along as a 'consultant', believing that she was far from deserving of such a title yet, but she still nodded her acceptance.<br><br>"Is anyone that's really involved with creatures from the other realms really stupid enough to put Demon in the name of their gang or club or whatever?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [ BTS ] Under The Candlelight - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moraline</strong> on <strong>17-10-2013, 16:01:01</strong>
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				<strong>Inspector Renault </strong> (NPC)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Paris, streets around the flat<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Maria (Age: 18)<br><hr><br>"That's a very good question and you might be surprised to realize that anyone that decides to summon a Fae from the Mistlands usually isn't all that bright to begin with. Oh, sure with the right magic they can lock it in a circle and try to use it for it's knowledge or powers or whatever but that's all foolish. You should know that striking a bargain with a Fae means you come out on the losing end of it.&nbsp; So generally, anyone dumb enough to summon one to our realm is usually stupid enough to blatantly advertise it.&nbsp; Provided that they don't get themselves killed first."&nbsp; He was quite serious about this sort of thing. It was afterall his job to enforce the rules that forbade people from summoning Fae. Why? Because that meant interfering with the conflict between light and dark and possibly unbalancing the arcane balance.<br><br>The car drove along a freeway sort of interchange that led them to an off-ramp. The big sign above it clearly read, Clichy-sous-Bois. Just driving along Maria would be able to look down off the road and into the housing projects below. It was a start contrast from the heart of Paris. Like another world. Tarnished looking buildings, burnt out shells, boarded up and spray painted over businesses. It's no wonder the Paris Subways and Train services didn't stop here. This is where the government authorities had long ago sent off all of their most unwanted citizens. If one read the textbooks they'd read about strict rules put in place, and street cleaning projects designed to get the poor out of the heart of the city. Clichy-sous-Bois was the refuse bin of Paris. The inhabitants of the area mostly of African and Middle Eastern decent, regardless family ancestry - all were poor.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [ BTS ] Under The Candlelight - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>17-10-2013, 16:13:13</strong>
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				<strong>Maria Park</strong> (2010, age: 18)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Paris, streets<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Renault<br><hr><br>"Well...that's convenient," Maria replied to Renault's explanation about how most people who dabbled in forbidden arcane practices were idiots who openly advertised themselves. Just like in real life, however, where most common criminals were not typically too smart, she was sure that there had to be some of them who were brighter and more dangerous. Maria had hardly even started her first day of training, but she already knew that it was those dangerous ones that she wanted to get.<br><br>As they neared Clichy-sous-Bois, she was almost transfixed by the sight of the ghetto that could be seen down below from the freeway, staring out the car window at it intently. It was so bleak and depressing that Maria found it hard to look away. She'd pretty much never stepped foot into an underprivileged neighborhood in her life, and underprivileged was perhaps an understatement when speaking about Clichy. Maria was nervous about venturing into the place, not that she'd ever admit it. She felt safer knowing that Renault would be with her, which she'd be even more reluctant to admit.<br><br>"So, do you have any leads other than just the name of this gang?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [ BTS ] Under The Candlelight - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moraline</strong> on <strong>17-10-2013, 16:17:50</strong>
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				<strong>Inspector Renault </strong> (NPC)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Paris, streets around the flat<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Maria (Age: 18)<br><hr><br>"No leads specifically yet, but I think I know someone we can question. They might be able to point us in the right direction for solid leads." He glanced over at her again and this time he turned his head away quickly. He had caught himself glancing down at her legs. Far too young, he thought to himself. For what she was too young for that was undecided in his head.<br><br>The car was gliding down an off ramp and then turned into the streets of the city. They drove past a small convenience store. It was one of the few businesses opened. One of those chain stores. Not far from it was Sully and his bicycle. They were trailing just behind a ten year old child with a jug of milk in his hands. What Sully wasn't seeing was the two men wearing colors that came out of the store behind him.<br><br>Renault pulled the car up next to the men that had just emerged from the store and rolled down the window. "Hello, can you be so kind as to tell me where the Hotel De Ville is located?"<br><br>"Go away, ol'man," one of them said. The other just waved Renault off dismissively.<br><br>Renault pulled out his badge, "Perhaps this would be easier if we spoke somewhere else, non?"<br><br>Almost in unison the two thugs got a disgusted look on their face and started waving their arms like they were trying to fly away or something. One of them spoke, "Oh, man... C'mon. We just out for a walk. Don't you got some donuts to be eating or something. Why are you always harassing us?"<br><br>"Because, I have a quota and it's easy to hand out citations to guys like you. It makes my boss happy, oui?&nbsp; I'll tell you what, you just go back where you came from and I'll pretend I didn't even see you on the street."<br><br>The two guys got the hint and turned around then headed back into the store. Renault barely waited for them to start walking back when he quickly sped off to catch up to Sully.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [ BTS ] Under The Candlelight - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>17-10-2013, 16:20:35</strong>
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				<strong>Maria Park</strong> (2010, age: 18)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Paris, streets<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Renault<br><hr><br>Maria was too busy looking out the window, scanning every dilapidated building and sketchy looking person walking down the streets to notice Renault glancing down at her tanned and toned legs which were mostly on display thanks to her short-ish plaid skirt.<br><br>What a shock, she thought to herself sarcastically when they spotted Sully, but before she could say anything, the inspector was already pulling up to talk to a couple of guys. Maria wasn't really sure what he was trying to achieve, since she assumed that he must have already known where the Hotel de Ville was, and he didn't really seem interested in arresting them or anything. She rolled her eyes at the completely uncreative donut comment, but the two men may not have seen her.<br><br>"What were you trying to get out of them?" Maria asked after the men had left. "Are we going to follow them?" she followed up to her own question, sounding rather excited.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [ BTS ] Under The Candlelight - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moraline</strong> on <strong>17-10-2013, 16:36:18</strong>
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				<strong>Inspector Renault </strong> (NPC)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Paris, streets around the flat<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Maria (Age: 18)<br><hr><br>"Not at all, Maria. Notice the colors of their clothes. They are too closely matched to one another. Black and whites. They are most likely gang members. They were following the clean cut young man on his bike with his cell phone now in his hand. The boy is stupid. He's going to get himself mugged out there. The bike alone is worth more then most of these people earn in a week. It's unlikely they can even buy a bike like that in this city. I doubt you can get that model at the local department store. Anyways, my point is. He being foolish."<br><br>Renault pulled over and parked the car a little too close to a corner and very much out in the open. "C'mon. We'll follow him and see where he is going. But let's hang far back from him. Meanwhile, I'm going to teach you a new spell."<br><br>The spell was easy enough but the first couple times, Maria would try it she might get a small headache trying to concentrate on it. When the spell was cast it would enhance her vision. Slightly tilting the head down as if looking at the ground but then looking out the top of her eyes she could force herself to zoom in like a pair of binoculars.<br><br>He spoke, "It's easiest to hide this behind a pair of sunglasses. So if you have any then by all means wear them." He himself put on his reading glasses. Looking out over the tops of them made him look a little silly but no more so then any older man with a similar pair of glasses on. It was enough to make one wonder how many other old people had been doing this exact same thing behind the illusion of needing glasses.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [ BTS ] Under The Candlelight - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>17-10-2013, 16:37:15</strong>
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				<strong>Maria Park</strong> (2010, age: 18)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Paris, streets<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Renault<br><hr><br>Maria could only agree with Renault about Sully. He really was stupid, coming here by himself like this. He had a lot of good attributes too, like being brave and independent and strong, but he was still stupid. Maria couldn't help but feel that she and Renault would stand out just as much if not even more than Sully, so she couldn't fathom that they'd be able to follow him around for very long without being detected, but she just nodded silently and went along.<br><br>The spell that Renault quickly taught her on the way didn't work out that perfectly at first, making Maria's vision blurrier instead of enhancing it and causing a sharp pain somewhere in her head every time to the point where she had to take breaks between every attempt. After a few tries, however, the pain had subsided to a more manageable level and she was starting to get the hang of it. Unfortunately, she hadn't brought a pair of sunglasses with her, but she'd make sure to always carry some from now on. <br><br>"How many spells do you know, Renault? Can you just create them yourself?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [ BTS ] Under The Candlelight - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moraline</strong> on <strong>17-10-2013, 16:43:21</strong>
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				<strong>Inspector Renault </strong> (NPC)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Paris, streets around the flat<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Maria (Age: 18)<br><hr><br>"I know many but I remember few. Learning magic is no different then trying to memorize scientific formula. Learning them is one thing but when you don't use them for a long time you forget them. It's best to focus on a handful and look up the others when you need or think you'll need them." He put his hand on the small of her back to guide her along to the edge of the buildings where the shadows were deeper. He continued talking.&nbsp; "There's a way to pluck at the arcane energies and breath your will into them. Most require some sort of conduit to work, or something that aids in the directing of the energies. Occasionally, a select few can be willed into existence by the stronger of the arcanists. Such as yourself. Most spells though will require aids, symbols, objects, ingredients. That sort of thing." He laughed remembering something he found funny. "Occasionally, they even required a giant stone circle." He continued to laugh.<br><br>"Look," he pointed at the building that Sully was approaching. "Let's go into this building." He did a turn and went up the steps into a building with a glass door. From inside they could see out through the old dirty glass but it would be unlikely that Sully would see them inside it at this time of day with the light so bright outside.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [ BTS ] Under The Candlelight - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>17-10-2013, 17:12:38</strong>
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				<strong>Maria Park</strong> (2010, age: 18)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Paris, streets<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Renault<br><hr><br>Maria listened and followed Renault's lead until they got into the building from where they could look down on Sully. She still didn't have a perfect grasp on how her magic was supposed to work exactly, but she was already learning a lot just from a short time spent with Renault, far more and far quicker than she'd been able to learn on her own.<br><br>"So how can you tell that my magic is as strong as you're saying? You just know...just like that?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [ BTS ] Under The Candlelight - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moraline</strong> on <strong>17-10-2013, 17:16:15</strong>
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				<strong>Inspector Renault </strong> (NPC)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Paris, streets around the flat<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Maria (Age: 18)<br><hr><br>Renault said, "Most of the time when the abilities of an Arcanist awakens within them, they don't automatically get a Fae Aspect. That's something that usually requires spell casting. At first when I studied the group of you, I was under the assumption that the Dark Fae followers had initiated the spell to attract Dark Fae aspects for you. Sort of trapping you. That's not what happened though. After studying the spells they used, they didn't attract the aspects at all. It was solely the will of you and your friends that did that. No spells needed. Add to that, that you all gained abilities from it and it means you all have strong innate talent. That little spell I just showed you. It takes some people years to learn how to do it."<br><br>He was speaking away when he went silent and looked out the window with more focused concentration. The kid that Sully had been following suddenly bolted in a sideways direction for the apartment blocks near him. Renault started out the door.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [ BTS ] Under The Candlelight - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>17-10-2013, 17:28:27</strong>
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				<strong>Maria Park</strong> (2010, age: 18)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Paris, streets<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Renault<br><hr><br>"Huh...really?" Maria replied as she looked at the pale reflection of herself in the dirty window for a few seconds instead of focusing on what was going on in the street below. It caught her off guard when Renault suddenly took off, but an instant glance at the street told her everything that she needed to know and then she was right behind the inspector, though she was already regretting her decision to wear her ankle booties with medium sized heels today.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [ BTS ] Under The Candlelight - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moraline</strong> on <strong>17-10-2013, 17:54:35</strong>
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				<strong>Inspector Renault </strong> (NPC)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Paris, streets around the flat<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Maria (Age: 18)<br><hr><br>Maria joined Renault on the street, he watched as the kid ran and Sully stayed put. "Let's join the foolish boy. He'll spot us in a moment anyhow."<br><br>Renault strolled casually along. In a moment Sully noticed them walking towards him...<br><br>(( Picks up in main thread with Sully over here - https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=186203.msg9051989#msg9051989 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=186203.msg9051989#msg9051989) ))
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [ BTS ] Under The Candlelight - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>18-10-2013, 03:46:47</strong>
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				<strong>Sullivan "Sully" Grosvenor &amp; Memento Mori</strong> (Early 2008, 14)<br><strong>Location:</strong>The Flat<br><strong>Tag:</strong>(For Maria), open<br><br>It was early in the evening, or late in the afternoon, depending on how one wanted to view things. Sully had just gotten home from school. With a sigh, he would set his bookbag on the ground, off to the side of the door, with a heavy thud. He sighed and scratched at his hair, as if itchy; really, he was just frustrated. He hated school.&nbsp; He was still learning the language; he knew it fairly well, but some times, when the others were speaking quickly, he got lost or confused.&nbsp; So far, this school year, it wasn't that big of a deal, but he was anxious; one of these days, he was dead certain, something terrible would happen.<br><br>But then again, Sully always thought something terrible was around every corner, lurking in every shadow. This being before he grew a spine and started doing things himself, he quietly wondered to himself if he just ignored his school work, if he let his grades slip enough... maybe they would kick him out, and then, he wouldn't have to bother with dealing with it at all. His anxiety, of course, had a tendency to turn ant hills into mole hills, as the saying goes.<br><br>He unceremoniously, but quietly, sat down on the ground as his cat--no longer a kitten, yet, not yet full grown-- came rushing over to see him. The cat climbed all over his lap, up to his chest, and started nuzzling the child under the chin, purring up a storm; both extremely excited to see his master home, and sensing that anxiety, and trying to ease it. Mori was like that most strongly and most often with Sully, though the cat also did it some times for the others; tried to help them to relax. <br><br>And the boy could barely muster up the strength to pet the cat, and return some of its affection. He hadn't slept well, had never had a goods night sleep since their arrival. Last night, he didn't scream, but some times, he did.&nbsp; Probably, he should say something to his shrink; but whenever he went to see that person, he would just find a way to waste the appointment away, not really talking about much of anything, and generally being passively resistant. Sully did not trust them; did not trust anyone, in fact, outside of their group. It was what his shrink would likely call a negative or unhealthy coping mechanism. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [ BTS ] Under The Candlelight - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>18-10-2013, 04:29:14</strong>
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				<strong>Maria Park</strong> (2008, age: 16)<br><strong>Location</strong>: The flat<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Sully<br><hr><br>Maria had been sitting on the couch in the living room reading a novel when she heard the door open behind her. She couldn't see who it was coming in, but already guessed that it was Sully just from the way that Mori had suddenly woken up and hopped down from the cushion next to her where he'd been sleeping comfortably for over an hour, half of his body being bathed by the orange light of a setting sun coming through the window.<br><br>She slipped the bookmark in between the pages and closed the book, putting it down on the coffee table before standing up. Having been home for a little while, she'd already changed into some more comfortable clothes, wearing a pair of jade green sweat pants and a white tank top. Maria stretched her arms out briefly before walking around the couch and turning to greet her flatmate. "Hey," she said, her voice somewhat soft. The two of them talked a bit, and she knew that Sully was going through a hard time, finding it more difficult to adapt to this new life than herself and some of the others, so she tried to be nice to him.<br><br>"Come on, get up, you'll get everything that you sit on dirty otherwise," Maria said warmly, almost like a concerned mother - or older sister - her tone not reproachful at all. She walked over to Sully, crouched down to briefly scratch Mori behind the ears, then stood back up and offered him a hand. "Did the tricks I showed you help with your French class at all?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [ BTS ] Under The Candlelight - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>18-10-2013, 04:48:46</strong>
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				<strong>Sullivan "Sully" Grosvenor &amp; Memento Mori</strong> (Early 2008, 14)<br><strong>Location:</strong>The Flat<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Maria<br><hr><br>As he sat there, he wondered if he tried hard enough, if he could just will himself invisible. But, judging from the fact that Maria approached him, talking to him, that wasn't happening. It's not that he didn't like talking to her; quite the opposite, in fact. He took solace in her presence. He just really wished he could somehow hide from the world, even if part of him knew that that wasn't a feasible solution. <br><br>"Bonjour." he said, a bit on the quiet side. He tended to be pretty soft-spoken. Mori, meanwhile, received attention, and liked that, so he gave Maria's fingers a quick nuzzle, before hopping off. The one-eyed feline seemed to give her this look, like Mori was expecting something of her, before he wandered off to watch the sunset. <br><br>&nbsp;Sully, meanwhile, would be accepting the hand... and the moment he was up, he wrapped his arms around her in a hug. He sighed a bit, started to speak, in English "Maybe..." But, then, he switched over to French. "Yeah, maybe, I think, I don't know." It probably was helping, but, unlike that night where they all truly met and their fates seemed to have been decided, he no longer was able to hide behind the mask he had then. Not the Fear Mask, no, that less substantial one, the one he used to make it seem like he was okay with everything. He let his friends, pretty much family, see the real him. Scared, nervous, self-doubting. "Uhm. How was your day?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [ BTS ] Under The Candlelight - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RainyHigh</strong> on <strong>18-10-2013, 05:01:31</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Kumari Sharma</strong></span><br><strong>Location</strong>: Streets of Paris<br><strong>Age</strong>: 18 (Back story--In reference to an earlier post in the present when Kumari was waiting on a text from a certain someone)<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: (No One)<br><hr>Kumari was sitting on a curb of a Paris street with her jeans damp from the recent rain. She was half-drunk and half pissed off at the world. It was a strange happening. Usually Kumari was always about peace and being one with the universe but tonight--she just felt plain shitty. Plus she did not have enough money to catch a cab home or enough money for a metro card. Too buzzed to stand straight, Kumari sat on the cold damp ground with a frown on her face as she looked at the people that walked by--only worried about herself. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and considered calling for help, but she was too embarrassed to do so. Instead, she remained in her spot for twenty minutes before someone walked up to her.<br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">"You've been sitting here on the wet road for half an hour."</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Kumari looked up to see a young man looking down at her--at first she thought it was the incubus talking to her in her sleep, but this man had light hair not dark. And his smile was cheery instead of sarcastic. </span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">"I know. I have a watch."</span><br><br>The man grinned and then sat down beside Kumari, crossing his arms over his chest.<br><br>"This is much damper than I imagined."<br><br>Kumari laughed and looked at the man sideways.<br><br>"It is."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [ BTS ] Under The Candlelight - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>18-10-2013, 05:33:02</strong>
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				<strong>Maria Park</strong> (2008, age: 16)<br><strong>Location</strong>: The flat<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Sully<br><hr><br>Maria kind of froze up for a moment when Sully hugged her, not really having expected that, but then she recovered and returned the embrace, patting the boy's back lightly. "It's fine, we can study some more later if you want."<br><br>Once the hug had broken, she headed over towards the open kitchen area. "My day was okay, nothing too special. You hungry? I was just about to make some spaghetti." Maria couldn't really stop herself from trying to look after Sully when he seemed all helpless and fragile like this, which was most of the time.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [ BTS ] Under The Candlelight - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>18-10-2013, 05:43:42</strong>
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				<strong>Sullivan "Sully" </strong> (Early 2008, 14)<br><strong>Location:</strong>The Flat<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Maria<br><hr><br>He let her go after only a moment or two. "Thank you, Maria." He'd say, in regards to her offer to study later. He could definitely use it, if only to be more comfortable with the language. As she moved into the kitchen, he trailed after her, much like one might expect a stray dog to do when one has given it scraps of food. But, he maintains enough distance between them to not violate her personal space again.<br><br>"I'd like that. Thanks." He would hang back in the kitchen, and watch her. "Do you need help?" Pasta wasn't exactly the most difficult thing in the world to make, but in Sully's mind, everything was difficult. And, well, he kind of did feel a little bad that she spent so much time looking out for him... so, maybe he could help her.&nbsp; Maybe even one of these days, he might be able to be the one cooking for her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [ BTS ] Under The Candlelight - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>18-10-2013, 06:43:31</strong>
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				<strong>Maria Park</strong> (2008, age: 16)<br><strong>Location</strong>: The flat<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Sully<br><hr><br>"Sure, could you get me the salt and pasta? I think there should be a pack that's already opened," Maria replied as she turned on the stove and got a big pot out of a cupboard, which she then filled with the appropriate amount of water and set on the stove with a lid on it. "Oh and you can check the fridge for whatever kind of sauce you want, I think there's a few kinds."<br><br>Without much else to do until the water started boiling, Maria sighed and leaned back again the counter top. "I had the <em>worst</em> philosophy class today. The darn teacher is so obsessed with Descartes, you're not even allowed to do anything but agree and recite everything that he said word for word or he'll fail you. It's such a waste of time, I almost feel like not going anymore, you know? How are your teachers, any better?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [ BTS ] Under The Candlelight - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>18-10-2013, 16:46:55</strong>
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				<strong>Sullivan "Sully" </strong> (Early 2008, 14)<br><strong>Location:</strong>The Flat<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Maria<br><hr><br>He nodded his head and went to the pantry, and sorted through it until he found the pasta. He took out a box, which had been opened--it was about half full, now-- of angel hair pasta. He set it on the counter, and then went to scope out the fridge; happy that they still had some marinara.&nbsp; Plain as it might be in the world of pasta sauces, it was his favorite type. He talked as he did so. "Descartes' important, sure, but, your teacher sounds kind of stupid. Do you think he even knows about Zeno of Citium?" That would be the founder of the school of Stoicism, whom also happened to be someone Sully was currently reading about on his own time, given a lack of good sword-and-sorcery novels. <br><br>"I guess so. I like my math teacher. She's nice." Ooh, was there a hint of a smile there? Maaybe. "I think that's my strongest subject right now. The history teacher is a bit upset with me, though, 'cause I keep getting distracted. I keep wondering, you know... what if the history books are wrong? Like, what if Rasputin and the Thule Society, and things like that, were really Arcanists?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [ BTS ] Under The Candlelight - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>18-10-2013, 17:40:54</strong>
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				<strong>Maria Park</strong> (2008, age: 16)<br><strong>Location</strong>: The flat<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Sully<br><hr><br>Maria shrugged her shoulders in response to Sully's question about her philosophy teacher. "I'd probably get kicked out if I dared to ask." She could have ranted about the issue for another hour, but was happier changing the topic and talking about less annoying things.<br><br>What Sully said about history possibly - and most likely - being skewed by the existence of arcanists and magic was something that had troubled Maria as quite a lot in the past, and still did if she ever allowed herself to focus on it for too long. "Yeah...I know. I can't even sleep if I think about it too much, so I try not to. Maybe we'll find out some day."<br><br>Leaning more heavily on one arm than the other, Maria turned her body so that she was facing more towards Sully, a playful smile creeping onto her lips before she brought the conversation back to something that he'd mentioned. "Sooo...what's so nice about your math teacher?" she asked a little bit suggestively just to tease him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [ BTS ] Under The Candlelight - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>19-10-2013, 01:42:43</strong>
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				<strong>Sullivan "Sully" Grosvenor</strong> (Early 2008, 14)<br><strong>Location:</strong>The Flat<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Maria<br><hr><br>He left the subject of her teacher alone for the time being, sensing that it was for the best for them both. "Maybe. Do you think Renault has a book on magic history? Or, would something like that never be allowed to exist, because it's a threat?" The question was kind of half to her, and half to himself. Maybe one of these days, he'd ask. He got along with Renault pretty well. Sure, there was that whole this-is-the-guy-that-wil-kill-you-if-you-screw-up thing going on, but, he had a pretty nonthreatening way of carrying himself.<br><br>"I like numbers. And she likes that I like numbers. I think maybe it's because I pay the most attention in the class? Most of the other kids sort of zone out. Plus, she speaks slowlier than some teachers, So I never end up missing anything. Uhh... yup... that's it." That last bit of nervousness there? Probably meant said teacher was well endowed, because Sully hit puberty, like, the same week of their awakening, and ever since... boobs are a thing of riveting fascination for the young boy. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [ BTS ] Under The Candlelight - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>19-10-2013, 07:32:47</strong>
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				<strong>Emily Fitzgerald</strong><br><strong>Location</strong>: The apartment, her shower ((Age 18, 2010 continuity, active story))<br><strong>Tag</strong>: John<br><hr>Water runs off Emily's back in uneven sheets, warm water splashing onto John as he embraces her, the pale skin tight and clean where his hands meet her skin and his.&nbsp; A sigh parts her lips, inaudible over the coursing water, as Emily's hands spread along John's forearms where he hugs her waist, her back meeting his taut chest, her bottom lifting and brushing his cock as she draws his arms tighter, as a girl might hug a winter blanket over her shoulders, she huddles close into him and allows him to envelop her.<br><br>Breaking contact with him a moment, she turns and with her mist-gray eyes looks unabashedly over his body, over the shadowy contours of his frame and limbs, where bone and sinew are augmented by swells of compact, statuesque muscle.&nbsp; Her hands roam freely now, one splaying at the span between the muscles of his chest, the other gingerly scooping up a bar of pale, creamy soap-- mild, unscented, the small bar massages nicely along his shoulder and chest as her hands roam over him, a trail of clear bubbles and white suds forming as she more vigorously massages the soap over him.&nbsp; She looks determined, her mouth set, but her eyes are imploring as she soaps up up John's stomach, the underside of his arm, then steadily (in the hopes to avoid tickling him) up his flanks to the nests of his armpits.<br><br>Suds course over him where her body lets through trickles of warm water, and when he kisses her neck, his mouth fills with it.&nbsp; Her hands, bubbly with soap, cup his cock gently as she leans close, hiding her face mostly but watching, wide-eyed, his reaction from inches away as she massages and strokes his shaft.&nbsp; She gives a gentle squeeze, then-- ignoring the water coursing over her hair and face, she crouches onto the tub side and gently rests her knees on the white, smooth surface.&nbsp; She kisses his hip, his thigh, and his stomach-- not a moment later, she encircles his cock with her mouth, letting in the tip first, which she gives a tender kiss, then a bolder lap, before taking it along her tongue and drawing mouth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [ BTS ] Under The Candlelight - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>19-10-2013, 15:02:32</strong>
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				<strong>Maria Park</strong> (2008, age: 16)<br><strong>Location</strong>: The flat<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Sully<br><hr><br>"Hmm..." Maria thought out loud for a moment before answers. She was actually kind of impressed by the questions that Sully was asking - questions which Maria had previously assumed that only she asked herself, but apparently she wasn't the only one. "Well, if not books, I'm sure that they have <em>some</em> way of recording and transmitting knowledge and history. I can't imagine them not having something."<br><br>When Sully went back to describing his math teacher and their relationship, it wasn't hard at all for Maria to tell that there was a bit more to it than what he was saying, and that he probably had a little crush. She'd felt similarly about one or two of her own teachers, so she knew the feeling. Eventually, she'd realized that they were unattainable and had grown out of it, but she didn't want to burst Sully's bubble. Maria had the impression that he was too frail and sensitive, so she treated him more carefully than she did most people.<br><br>"Well, that's good...math is good. Although I don't know what the heck magic does to the law of conservation of mass. Or maybe it's made from something that we pull in from another realm...<em>ughh</em>," she groaned dejectedly, realizing that asking herself these things would just end up with her finding no answers but infinitely more questions.<br><br>The water had just about started boiling, so she lifted the lid and tossed in all of the remaining angel hairs from the box that Sully had fetched, then added enough salt to help infuse the pasta with more taste and a better texture as it cooked.<br><br>"You can go change if you want, this is going to take a few minutes," Maria said as she lit up another burner on the stove, over which she placed a small pot which she'd poured the marinara sauce into. "I'll set the table, but you're helping with the dishes."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [ BTS ] Under The Candlelight - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>19-10-2013, 15:24:33</strong>
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				<strong>Sullivan "Sully" Grosvenor</strong> (Early 2008, 14)<br><strong>Location:</strong>The Flat<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Maria<br><hr><br>"Well, if energy really can't be created or destroyed... then, I imagine using magic to do stuff, like spontaneously creating things like light, or fireballs, or fancy flashy stuff like that... you'd think there's, like, maybe some sort of universal tap or fountain of energy that's just sort of waiting around to be used? Maybe? Or maybe that's just a limitation of the understanding of people who have no mojo."<br><br>"Okay." He said when she said to go get up changed. Well, she said he could if he wanted to, but, what was said and what was heard was not always the same.&nbsp; Sully could be like that, at times, taking suggestions as more like commands. Not that he ever seemed to have any problem with it, though. He scooted off to his room, and the moment his door was heard to be opened, one could hear the tell-tale running sound of Mori. The black ball of lightning went zooming right in. He was like that whenever any of the bedroom doors got opened up; too curious for his own good.<br><br>About a minute or two later, he came out wearing shorts and a tank-top; his preferred clothing choice around the house. He also had the black ball of fluff in his arms, the cats paws resting on his shoulder. He carried the cat with him, and set him down in the kitchen floor. He went to open the pantry again, and got out a can of wet food; Mori always had some dry food for munching on in a bowl, but at meal times, Sully always fed him a can of wet food. He'd get a small plate, too, pop open the can, and pour the contents out; meanwhile, Mori was staring and watching with wide, eager eyes.<br><br>He takes the plate over to a spot in the kitchen that would be out of the way, and sets it down on the floor.&nbsp; The feline, at once, rushes over to it and begins happily gobbling it down. After the humans ate, Sully would clean that plate, too. He seems to be brightening up, now, because, at least for the moment, he felt like everything was alright. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [ BTS ] Under The Candlelight - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>London</strong> on <strong>19-10-2013, 15:53:58</strong>
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				<strong>John Cooper </strong><br><strong>Location</strong>:The flat, Emily's room ((Age 17, 2010 continuity, active story))<br><strong>Tag</strong>:Emily <br><hr><br>Pulling her as close as he could, John’s hands spread out over the soft flesh of her tight stomach. Feeling her hands on his arms, he spread the fingers of both hands out, one brushing the underside of her breast while the other moved over her hip. Feeling her light her bottom to brush his hard cock, a soft moan escaped his lips as he kissed her jaw once more. <br><br>Feeling her move in his arms, John relaxed, letting his hands slide over her body as she moved. Resting his hands on her hips, he slowly let them drop as he took in the sight of her body. Looking at the curve of her breast, the flat of her stomach, the way her body moves… Watching as Emily picked up the soap, he knew what she was going to do. Feeling her hands on his chest sent a shiver down his spine. Watching her body move as she worked vigorously to soap his body, he smiled softly in hopes to calm her. Raising his arm for her, he had never been so happy that he wasn’t ticklish.<br><br>Gasping softly when Emily cupped his cock, John’s hand moved to her back, lightly caressing her as watched her. Gauging her reaction as much as she was his, he ran his hand through her wet hair. Watching as she crouched in the tub, he wanted to tell her that she didn’t have to, but the only thing that came out was a long deep moan. Watching her take his cock between her lips, his hand slowly stroked her hair. Breathing deeply, John closed his eyes as the sensation of her lips coursed through him. Reaching up to hold the curtain rod, his other hand continued to play in Emily’s hair. Opening his eyes, he looked down at her as a low groan escaped him. Feeling his cock flex in her hot mouth, he closed his eyes as he lost himself in the wonderful feeling she was giving him. <br><br>Reaching down to slip his hands under her arms, he lifted her up. Kissing her softly, slowly the kiss turned deeper as his tongue slipped out to lick her lips. <br><br>Reaching for the soap, he smiled as he rubbed it between his hands. Working a thick lather up, he slowly started to rub the soap into her shoulders. Watching her eyes his hands slowly moved down, washing the flesh between her breasts. Slowly his hands moved over her breast, caressing her breast as his fingers slipped over her nipples. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [ BTS ] Under The Candlelight - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RainyHigh</strong> on <strong>19-10-2013, 16:35:18</strong>
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				<strong>Kumari Sharma</strong><br><strong>Location</strong>: Paris, Streets<br><strong>Age</strong>: 18 (2009 Back Story)<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Empty<br><hr><br>"My name is Peter, what is yours?" The man with the sandy hair asked in French.<br><br>Kumari turned slightly towards him and replied in French, "My name is Kumari, Peter." Her French accent was a little rough, but the words were precise. <br><br>Peter laughed regardless and switched back to English, "Your accent is a little too heavy Kumari." Kumari rolled her eyes and faced the street again, a smile on her face. "I do want to know why you are sitting on the cold wet ground. I mean I get that your drunk, don't get me wrong--but you could always sit on a bench." Peter had his hands stuffed in his leather jacket as he spoke to Kumari.<br><br>"I am drunk correct, I am taking a rest as I am trying to walk home. It's not going very well," Kumari said as she zipped her jacket up higher. It was true that the cold was getting to her. She hoped it would wake her up soon. "Tell me Peter, what made you want to sit next to a drunken girl on the cold damp street?"<br><br>Peter chuckled and brushed a hand through his perfectly cut hair--it was messy in a neat way. "Because that girl is a very lonely and beautiful girl," Peter said in French.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [ BTS ] Under The Candlelight - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>19-10-2013, 20:49:41</strong>
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				<strong>Maria Park</strong> (2008, age: 16)<br><strong>Location</strong>: The flat<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Sully<br><hr><br>Maria hovered over the stove, stirring the pasta occasionally with a long wooden spoon and then fishing out one angel hair at a time when she felt that they were about ready just to make sure that they were properly <em>al dente</em>. From time to time she would also glance over at Sully taking care of his cat until she was satisfied with the cook on the pasta and went about turning off the stove and straining the angel hairs through the large colander that she'd set up over the sink. <br><br>By the time that Mori had been served his supper by his master, Maria had just finished serving her and Sully's supper at the table in two shallow bowls. Before sitting, she retrieved two glasses from a cupboard, filling one with a couple of ice cubes and some water for herself and placing the second one on the counter for Sully to fill with whatever he wanted to drink.<br><br>"Let me know what you think," Maria said as she sat down at the table. She tried to act casual while mixing the sauce into her pasta very slowly, but really she was watching attentively when she thought that Sully wasn't looking to find out whether he liked the food or not. Maria didn't exactly have any aspirations to become a Michelin Star chef or anything, but she <em>did</em> at least crave to be - at the very least - quite competent at anything that she undertook, and this was no exception, so Sully's opinion was important.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [ BTS ] Under The Candlelight - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>19-10-2013, 21:00:34</strong>
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				<strong>Sullivan "Sully" Grosvenor</strong> (Early 2008, 14)<br><strong>Location:</strong>The Flat<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Maria<br><hr>He would wash his hands up before he took the glass she had left out for him, and went to the fridge to get out a bottle of soda. He was always drinking soda; probably why he was still chubby. He'd lost a bit of weight since coming to France, but really, that was because he wasn't putting on additional weight, but was growing.&nbsp; It made him seem like he was losing a pound here and there. He filled his glass up with it, capped the bottle, and put it back in the fridge.<br><br>He headed over to the table and sat across from her, in front of the bowl she had placed for him, and picked up his fork. He mixed the sauce into the pasta, before curling it around his fork. He brought it up near his mouth, but paused for a moment, watching the steam rising off of it. He blew on it a bit to cool it down, before sticking it into his mouth. He pulls the noodles off the fork, takes the metal device out of his mouth, and chews on it happily. <br><br>he swallowed it after chewing, then drank a bit of sodas to help wash it down. He smiled at her. "It's good. Thank you, Maria." And sure enough, he was quite happy with it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [ BTS ] Under The Candlelight - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>20-10-2013, 22:21:29</strong>
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				<strong>Maria Park</strong> (2008, age: 16)<br><strong>Location</strong>: The flat<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Sully<br><hr><br>Satisfied that she'd come up with a decent enough meal, Maria joined Sully and began eating as well, twirling her fork slowly and deliberately to coil the pasta around it neatly without splashing any sauce even though she was quite hungry.<br><br>"So what are you going to be up to today?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [ BTS ] Under The Candlelight - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>20-10-2013, 22:32:08</strong>
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				<strong>Sullivan "Sully" Grosvenor</strong> (Early 2008, 14)<br><strong>Location:</strong>The Flat<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Maria<br><hr>"Avoiding homework and playing video games." He answered honestly, knowing full well she was likely to take exception to that first part.&nbsp; He was pretty ambivalent about school in general. He's yet to bother to inform anybody about why, though; he didn't want to weigh them down with his own dark thoughts. "What about you?" Partly hoping to avoid a lecture, there, and also out of genuine curiosity.<br><br>After phrasing his question, he'd go to quietly eat more of the pasta. Mori, meanwhile, was already finished with his meal, and busy with his post-meal grooming, which would eventually lead to post-grooming napping. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [ BTS ] Under The Candlelight - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>20-10-2013, 23:04:26</strong>
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				<strong>Maria Park</strong> (2008, age: 16)<br><strong>Location</strong>: The flat<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Sully<br><hr><br>Maria glanced up from her food at Sully for a moment when he mentioned avoiding his homework and almost said something about not wanting to fall behind, but just barely managed not to. "I could play something..." she offered instead. Back in her former life, Jin had been a pretty avid (and perhaps even hardcore, at times) gamer. Maria hadn't had quite as much free time to spare on them, but she still partook occasionally and certainly hadn't lost her touch.<br><br>And after they played for a while, assuming that Sully wanted to play with her, she'd offer to help him with his homework and coax him into doing it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [ BTS ] Under The Candlelight - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>21-10-2013, 00:06:37</strong>
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				<strong>Emily Fitzgerald</strong><br><strong>Location</strong>: The apartment, her shower ((Age 18, 2010 continuity, active story))<br><strong>Tag</strong>: John<br><hr>Emily looks a little confused as John urges her up from her knees, the water sipping over the side of her face and onto him as she looks up through the sheets to his silhouette, the daylight filtered through the curtain and steam cutting him out like some dark figure of the mists over her.&nbsp; She was acting on impulse, trying to do what she thought guys liked... John, his body responding as she would have hoped, seemed not to want that from her so much as she'd have thought.&nbsp; There's a pang of doubt... she isn't sure if she's being desperate, or if she simply isn't <em>good </em>at it...<br><br>The tenderness in John's face dismisses that uncertainty somewhat.&nbsp; She joins her hands behind his neck, her shoulders&nbsp; rolled back to offer her breasts to his touch, and her skin and limbs tingle with enjoyment at the sensation.&nbsp; She straddles his thigh and wraps her foot to the inside of his knee, twining her way along his body like a climbing vine, and kisses his jaw and ear with a soft, mewling sigh.&nbsp; One hand squeezes his shoulder tightly, the touch becoming a gentler caress as she watches his face with her mouth open in a soft o.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [ BTS ] Under The Candlelight - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>London</strong> on <strong>21-10-2013, 00:55:50</strong>
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				<strong>John Cooper</strong><br><strong>Location</strong>:The flat, Emily's room ((Age 17, 2010 continuity, active story))<br><strong>Tag</strong>:Emily <br><hr><br>John’s hand moved around her back, the soap on it slowly spreading over her spine and shoulders as she wrapped her arms around him. His other hand continued to lightly caress her breast, his fingers rolling over her nipple before traveling across her chest to repeat it’s action on her other breast and nipple. Trapping her nipple between his fingers, he lightly pinching her nipple between two fingers.<br><br>Leaning closer he kissed her deeply, his tongue licking her lips before slipping into her mouth to dance with hers. Becoming more excited by the way her body twined around his, his hand slowly moved down her back to squeeze her tight firm bottom, pulling her body closer to his as he did so. Slowly pulling back from the kiss, he looked at her for a moment before leaning closer again. Just when his lips would have touched hers, he changed his approach, leaning down to take her nipple into his mouth. Sucking and licking her hard bud, his hand moved from her breast, traveling lower to cup her pussy. <br><br>Lightly rubbing her mound, John kissed his way back up her chest, kissing her neck and jaw before tenderly kissing her lips. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [ BTS ] Under The Candlelight - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>21-10-2013, 01:38:24</strong>
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				<strong>Sullivan "Sully" Grosvenor</strong> (Early 2008, 14)<br><strong>Location:</strong>The Flat<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Maria<br><hr><br>"Okay." He'd smile at her, and spend most of the rest of the dinner in relative silence. Once they were both done eating, he'd collect their plates and glasses, clean them, dry them, and put them back in the cabinet, where they belonged. Meanwhile, he'd let her pick out what game they would wind up playing.<br><br>And sure enough, an hour or two later, after de-stressing, he was more than willing to get his homework done; especially since she offered to help. At some point, Mori would oin them, mostly just watching them, but occasionally trying to solicit&nbsp; head pets and behind-the-ear-scratches from the both of them. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [ BTS ] Under The Candlelight - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>21-10-2013, 02:10:34</strong>
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				<strong>Emily Fitzgerald</strong><br><strong>Location</strong>: The apartment, her shower ((Age 18, 2010 continuity, active story))<br><strong>Tag</strong>: John<br><hr>Emily's breath rises as she grinds against John, the warm water sheen causing her skin to slip and stick against him delightfully.&nbsp; She gasps softly at his light pinch, nipples hardened to pebbles at John's touch by the time his mouth reaches them.&nbsp; Her gasp turns into a soft, encouraging moan as his fingers slide over the wet, short red curls below her navel, where streams of the shower water reconvene and spill over his hand as he feels the softer, pale flesh.&nbsp; <br><br>As one hand entwines in the wet, shorn hair on John's head, the other glides over his chest and flank to cup one cheek of his ass, giving it an encouraging, emboldened squeeze before she returns his 'favor', trailing her fingers around to give a tentative-- if poorly angled-- coddling to the base of his shaft, rubbing semi-circular from the base up toward the head.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [ BTS ] Under The Candlelight - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>London</strong> on <strong>21-10-2013, 02:24:54</strong>
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				<strong>John Cooper</strong><br><strong>Location</strong>:The flat, Emily's room ((Age 17, 2010 continuity, active story))<br><strong>Tag</strong>:Emily <br><hr><br>John loved the sound his touches were causing to escape from her. Every moan and gasp that she made turned him on more as he returned to kissing her nipple. Licking his tongue across her nipple, his fingers slowly rubbed along her red curls, slipping along her wet folds. Pushing a little more against her folds, slowly his fingers started to part her lips as he continued to rub her gently.<br><br>Moaning against her nipple when she reached for his erection, he kissed her nipples once more before raising up to kiss her lips. Moving his hand from her wet folds, he took hold of her tight bottom with both hands, squeezing her cheeks as he pulled her against him. <br><br>Hating to break the spell they both seemed to be under, he kissed her deeply before speaking for the first time. Breathing deeply as he looked deep into her eyes, “Let’s go to the bed so we can explore more freely…” <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [ BTS ] Under The Candlelight - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>21-10-2013, 02:55:19</strong>
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				<strong>Emily Fitzgerald</strong><br><strong>Location</strong>: The apartment, her shower ((Age 18, 2010 continuity, active story))<br><strong>Tag</strong>: John<br><hr>Emily laughs softly at that.&nbsp; "Oh, christ John, you say the funniest things sometimes..." she kisses him once more, breaking reluctantly away and on careful steps as her wobbly knees, combined with the slickness of the tub, threaten to send her careening to the tile in what would be, certainly, a memorable and quick finish to their first time together.<br><br>She watches him, unabashed, a flush of arousal and heat from the shower spreading over the tops of her breasts where the freckles fade.&nbsp; The valves squeak closed and the water is silenced, except for the staccato pattering of what's left on their bodies as the curtain parts with a light hiss of metal rings on rail.&nbsp; She snags a towel from its hook on the door, steam filling the room in a rush, and rubs herself vigorously where she stands on the mat, an inch lower down from the tub as she hands the damp terrycloth to John wordlessly.&nbsp; A coy smile lingers as she backs a half step away, and she folds one arm over her full breasts, her fingers dimpling the flesh as her other folds demurely over the small triangle of her gingery pubis-- she's still damp, clearly not risking delay, as she watches John emerge after her.<br><br>With a moment's delay, she reaches for him, urging him upon her again, with full, wet kisses that play at his lips and tongue eagerly, and drawing him into her room where a simple, hand-stitched quilt lies rumpled on the mattress.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [ BTS ] Under The Candlelight - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>London</strong> on <strong>21-10-2013, 19:29:12</strong>
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				<strong>John Cooper</strong><br><strong>Location</strong>:The flat, Emily's room ((Age 17, 2010 continuity, active story))<br><strong>Tag</strong>:Emily <br><hr><br>John didn’t know what to say when Emily laughed. It took him a second to realize that she was teasing him… The kiss being the key to help him relax. Moving his hands to her hips as she stepped out of the shower, he wanted to make sure that she didn’t fall. Although being able to touch her was always an added bounces. <br><br>He couldn’t help but be amazed at the sight of her body moving. Watching as she dried her body, his eyes followed her hands as they rubbed over her soft flesh. Taking the towel from her, he smiled as he stepped out of the shower. Watching as she covered herself, he quickly started to dry off, not wanting to waist one minute of time himself. Rubbing his hair, he stood in front of her letting her get a view of his body as she had her own. Flipping the terry cloth towel over the shower’s curtain rod to dry, he stepped closer to her. <br><br>Pulling her close as he returned her kiss with his own passion, his hands moved over her back as he followed her into the bedroom. Moving his hands to her bottom, John lifted her from the floor, walking the rest of the way to the bed. Turning as he got to it, he let himself fall backwards, holding her so she would land on top of him. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [ BTS ] Under The Candlelight - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>22-10-2013, 01:07:42</strong>
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				<strong>Emily Fitzgerald</strong><br><strong>Location</strong>: The apartment, her bed((Age 18, 2010 continuity, active story))<br><strong>Tag</strong>: John<br><hr>The mattress' hushed squeak and bounce elicit a soft laugh from Emily as she straddles John on the bed, the motion rolling her breasts against him where she lands against his flesh, her legs all sinew and glide, spreading over him as she kisses his mouth and cheek, curtains of damp hair tickling their faces.&nbsp; <br><br>Her hands roam over his chest, palms first and fingers next, trailing and leading in wide stripes of caress that is half tickle, half massage-- all memorizing and savoring the bone and muscle of his body, trailing down the crevice of his stomach to his navel, folding her forward so that her ass rests just above the base of his shaft when she sits up.&nbsp; Sunlight dapples her pale skin as she sits there and studies him with half-closed eyes, a dreamy little smile on her lips.&nbsp; <br><br>She reaches for the nightstand, breasts hanging as she extends her upper body, and she opens a small drawer to pick out a tiny foil, which she sits upright and carefully tears open.&nbsp; There's a faint crinkle as she loosens the condom from its wrapper, and she shifts very gently-- her sex wet on his lower belly-- and eases herself up and to the side. She bends over, legs sliding over the quilt and up along his body to where he has a clear view of her round, faintly freckled ass.&nbsp; She bends her head to one side and tosses her hair over a shoulder, and he can hear the patter of the damp locks on his leg before she lays gently and places a hot, wet kiss at the base of his cock, reaching to stroke it and hold it aside so she can harden its length fully with open-mouthed kisses and gentle licks up toward the tip, until she exposes the head and laps tenderly at the inverted-y of the head's underside.<br><br>There's a moment of nervousness, and she realizes how she must look to him, every insecurity threatening at the edges of her wanting.&nbsp; She pushes it away, to the same corner where she's stored her reservations, where the fear earlier drove her independence, or her hesitations, or her fears.<br><br>She gently crowns the tip of John's head with the rubber, pinches tenderly at the tip and rolls it down, a little at a time and slipping off, in a fluttering stroke down his length.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [ BTS ] Under The Candlelight - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>London</strong> on <strong>22-10-2013, 01:42:00</strong>
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				<strong>John Cooper</strong><br><strong>Location</strong>:The flat, Emily's room ((Age 17, 2010 continuity, active story))<br><strong>Tag</strong>:Emily <br><hr><br>John gave a soft moan as Emily’s breast rolled against his chest. Feeling her hands on his chest and then lower, he shivered with excitement. Kissing her deeply, his tongue danced with hers as his hands caressed her sides. Moving to encircle her breast, his fingers slowly moved to tease her nipples, lightly flicking them. <br><br>Moving his hands along her body, John’s hands worked at memorizing her soft skin just as she was his. Moving up to caress her breast, his hands lightly squeezed them. Watching her eyes close, he set up a little to take her one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking gently as his tongue flicked along the hard nub.<br><br>Watching her pull a condom out, his hands moved to caress her tight bottom while her body stretch to the nightstand. Moving his hand around to her wet sex, John slowly rubbed her folds while spreading her juices around on both of them. Moving his hands as she turned around, he tilted his head as he watched her tight ass. Smiling he sit up a little to kiss her thigh, slowly working his way closer to her soft red pubis. Moaning when he felt her take his hard cock back into her mouth, John moved forward, kissing her wet pussy. Licking along her folds, he gasped again before slipping his tongue into her core.<br><br>Dropping back to the as she rolled the condom down his full erection, his hand reached over to stroke her thigh. Feeling her roll the condom down his shaft, it flexed in her hand, growing harder still. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [ BTS ] Under The Candlelight - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>22-10-2013, 03:21:03</strong>
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				<strong>Emily Fitzgerald</strong><br><strong>Location</strong>: The apartment, her bed((Age 18, 2010 continuity, active story))<br><strong>Tag</strong>: John<br><hr>Emily's mouth hangs open and breathing hot air on John's sac as he works at her body, a tremor of pleasure like an echo of a distant shot, not quite arrived, but not far off at all... her sex is tight to his touch, her pink, tender flesh eager as he parts the flushed outer lips, a thread glistening in the shallow corners and her opening ready.&nbsp; She murmurs a soft complaint-- as if annoyed she can't savor the reaction of his cock at the same time she sates the aching want growing in her.&nbsp; She climbs up and straddles him, her face toward the still-open bathroom door, and reaches one hand around to cup the base of one round cheek as the other, by forefinger and thumb, gingerly steadies John's erection as she lowers herself upon it.<br><br>There's a moment of exquisite tension as his head enters her, and he can feel her body stretching to accept him as slow as she likes, and she has to fight it back not to accept him all at once.&nbsp; Her breath is a soft, throaty purr as she eases up onto her knees, then back again to spread her fluid with more of his shaft, then again as half his cock glides into her opening and she emits a soft cry of satisfaction and hunger.&nbsp; That does it... and she accepts him into her wet warmth, and eases down-- his size, more than she's used to, causing a tinge of stretching pressure that couples delightfully with the fullness, the satisfaction, of having John's body so fully into hers.<br><br>She settles, her hands resting on his thighs, and watches over her shoulder with half-lashed eyes for his reaction, his comfort, his assurance... she can't quite look him straight on, and she lowers her face, reaches one hand around to paint a long stroke down his chest, his stomach, up onto her own ass and back.&nbsp; She begins to grind, rocking gently forward and back so his shaft pulses smoothly in and out, allowing her to wring his shaft with her body as she milks him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [ BTS ] Under The Candlelight - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>22-10-2013, 22:24:34</strong>
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				<strong>Maria Park</strong> (2008, age: 16)<br><strong>Location</strong>: The flat<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Sully<br><hr><br>Maria sat cross-legged on the couch behind Sully who was seated on the floor behind the living room coffee table, watching over his shoulder as he worked as helping him whenever he needed it. She never just gave him the answers or explanations right out, however, only nudging him in the appropriate direction so that he could figure things out mostly by himself. Her attention was split between that and watching <em>Qui veut gagner des millions?</em>, the French version of <em>Who Wants to be a Millionaire?</em>. Occasionally, she would complain that the questions were too easy and that she'd totally be able to win the million euros. <br><br>When Mori would roll around, Maria would absentmindedly pet him as it had pretty much become a habit to do. Eventually, once it seemed like Sully was doing pretty well on his homework, she covered her mouth to yawn and then laid down across the length of the couch, already feeling the fatigue of the day beginning to catch up to her.<br><br>"Anything else after that one?" Maria asked lazily, wondering just how much homework Sully had allowed to pile up.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [ BTS ] Under The Candlelight - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>London</strong> on <strong>22-10-2013, 22:34:12</strong>
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				<strong>John Cooper</strong><br><strong>Location</strong>:The flat, Emily's room ((Age 17, 2010 continuity, active story))<br><strong>Tag</strong>:Emily <br><hr><br>Encouraged by the way her body reacted to his touch, John wanted nothing more then to continue to lick her wet folds. Savoring the way her juices tasted, he knew he would have to spend more time the next time… Moving his hands over her back, John watched as she straddled his lap. Watching as she steadied his erection, a long moan escaped him as he felt the tip of his cock touch her wet folds. Fighting the urge to thrust up to meet her, his hands moved to her hips, lightly stroking the soft flesh of her sides.<br><br>Slowly pulling air into his lungs, he fought to control his breathing as he watched where his erection slowly slipped into her. Seeing her lower her body on his cock, he gave a throaty growl of pleasure while his hands tightened on her hips. As he slipped further into her passage, his hands returned to caressing her sides, slowly working up her back before moving back down to her hips. Moaning as her tight body squeezed his full erection, he moved his hands from her body, sitting up a little so he could watch her better. <br><br>Looking up at her when she turned to look at him, he smiled softly at her, a combination of love and lust in his eyes. Leaning on one arm, his other hand reached up to move along her back, caressing her soft skin. Shivering as she ran her hand down his chest and stomach, he reached to hold it as he lowered himself back to the bed. Moving his feet ever so slightly as she started to rock on his shaft, he slowly rocked his own hips in rhythm to her. Moving one hand to her waist his other hand slipped down her back to her waist. <br><br>Moving to sit up, his arms wrapped around her, his hand moving to squeeze her left breast. Moving her hair to the side, he kissed her neck while his hand moved around her. Stretching his hand over her stomach, his fingers flicked across her nipple, lightly rolling over the hard nub of flesh. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [ BTS ] Under The Candlelight - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>23-10-2013, 03:33:24</strong>
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				<strong>Emily Fitzgerald</strong><br><strong>Location</strong>: The apartment, her bedroom ((Age 18, 2010 continuity, active story))<br><strong>Tag</strong>: John<br><hr>Emily's hips and back roll rhythmically as she grins against John, breathing harder and louder until every few exhales slips out as a purring moan of satiety, the gasping intake and increasingly urgent release forming a rhythmic melody with her rolling grind and the insistent rhythm John's lifting return-strokes.&nbsp; After riding him for a while, she can feel an orgasm nearing, and begins to grind harder, a little faster, causing a subtle rocking of the bed's box-springs against the wall-- the sound soft enough not to wake any neighbors, but adding a downbeat to their sensual act.<br><br>John's shift-- sitting up against her ass, encircling her body with his arms-- brings them closer and, rather than focusing their motion on the union of their bodies below the waist, makes their lovemaking an embrace, his hand on her hip making the churning of her hips match his even closer, his delightful touch to her sensitive breast and nipple spreading the looping, weaving skein of pleasure up into her torso, electric points of sensation firing in the nodes of her feminine form.&nbsp; The tingling and arcing electricity gives way to a swelling, rising throb, and she grips her breasts with each hand, rolling the flesh against her ribs in a tight squeeze and entwining her fingers with John's one hand.<br><br>He would feel the wet rush of her body opening, the unconscious and nigh imperceptible fluttering of muscles in her lower body and limbs, and then, certainly, the rhythmic clenching of her inner muscles upon his shaft as she squeezes against him, grinding with him into the intense waves of an orgasm.&nbsp; The breaths become rising, soft cries, breath losing its rhythmic swell and ebb and becoming cries of ragged pleasure.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [ BTS ] Under The Candlelight - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>London</strong> on <strong>23-10-2013, 19:11:15</strong>
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				<strong>John Cooper</strong><br><strong>Location</strong>:The flat, Emily's room ((Age 17, 2010 continuity, active story))<br><strong>Tag</strong>:Emily <br><hr><br>His breathing picked up his breath blowing against her neck as he held her close. Feeling her body responding to his, the way her heart beat under his hand and the way she purred as she breathed… It all worked to increase his own excitement. Focused on them, he didn’t think twice about the box-spring as it rocked against the wall to their rhythm. Thinking about the way her body felt against his, the way her wet core felt wrapped tightly around his shaft, John kissed her neck before moving up to suck on her earlobe.<br><br>Holding her close, his hand squeezed her breast a little while he continued to roll her nipple under his fingers. Spreading his hand out over her stomach, his pinky moved closer to where they were joined. Hovering just over her clit, his hand slowly started to make circles around her stomach in time with their lovemaking. Moving to kiss her shoulder, he gasped as he felt the increased presser of his building excitement. Moaning against her flesh, her increased rocking took him closer to his own orgasm. When she laced her fingers with his own, squeezing his hand to her breast, John pulled her tighter to him. <br><br>Feeling the wet rush from her body, the every slight flutter from her muscles under his hand and the way her limbs shivered, John could tell even with his limited experience that she was having an orgasm. Feeling her passage ripple around his shaft, squeezing his cock tightly was enough to push his closer. Fighting back his own orgasm as long as he could, he knew that when he felt his shaft starting to swell the he was going to loose the battle. Hearing her cries of pleasure was the trigger… John gasped against her shoulder as his shaft expanded more before his own orgasm exploded through him. Pulsing with the force of his orgasm, his orgasm quickly filled the condom with his seed. <br><br>Holding her close as they both road out their orgasm, John slowly laid back, pulling her on top of him. Still holding her close, he kissed her gently while his hands slowly caressed her stomach. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [ BTS ] Under The Candlelight - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>24-10-2013, 00:57:48</strong>
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				<strong>Emily Fitzgerald</strong><br><strong>Location</strong>: The apartment, her bedroom ((Age 18, 2010 continuity, active story))<br><strong>Tag</strong>: John<br><hr>Once the cries peak with the sensation in her body, the two of them tumble onto the disarrayed quilt as they catch their breath.&nbsp; Emily lifts her face long enough to smooth her hair under her, keeping it from John's face and spread on the pillow where they rest their heads.&nbsp; With him still inside her, Emily cradles his encircling arms close, nuzzling his hand and forearm along her face and breast, placing little kisses in slow ripples from his fingertip to his knuckles.<br><br>She squeezes him closer again, clenching with her body, before reaching back with one hand to stroke his flank, his hip and glute-- reluctantly, she draws up her knees and, her fingers finding the base of his cock, still damp and mostly firm, she holds the condom at his base and shifts her hips forward drawing him out of her with a soft catch of breath, an emptying sigh as he withdraws.<br><br>Her ass rubs against him as she turns, her face to his, eyes downcast with long, fair lashes half-closed.&nbsp; She strokes his chest with curled fingers, her breath spilling over his neck and cheek, dust motes in the sunlight drifting over the room and the sounds of Paris outside the window muffled by distance, like echoes far off of some long-dead city remembered by its lost children.<br><br>With her eyes still closed, she kisses him again-- this time, full upon his mouth, with the lingering tug so familiar to reluctant lovers at parting-- and rises to her knees on the bed before taking her feet.&nbsp; Wasting no time, her hand falls onto a small stack of fabric-- clothes she'd laid out that morning, and she folds her hands on top and bottom to steady them like one praying.&nbsp; She looks over John's body, all glistening-eyes and flushed, freckled skin, and smiles tenderly as she starts to dress.&nbsp; Pale blue cotton panties, tiny cloth violets at the hips, a pair of blue jeans with the belt already in its loops.&nbsp; Leaving the fly open, her breasts uncovered, she dips from the room in a quiet rush, trailing a black t-shirt and socks from her hand.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [ BTS ] Under The Candlelight - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>London</strong> on <strong>24-10-2013, 01:50:16</strong>
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				<strong>John Cooper</strong><br><strong>Location</strong>:The flat, Emily's room ((Age 17, 2010 continuity, active story))<br><strong>Tag</strong>:Emily <br><hr><br>Reaching up to brush her hair when she moves it away from his face, John leaned to kiss the top of her head as she started to nuzzle his hand. Caressing her cheek and neck, he leaned his head to brush the side of her head with his own. <br><br>Feeling her move, he knew what she was going to do and was saddened that they would soon be apart again. Groaning as he felt his semi hard cock slipping from her, he looked down to try to see where they had been connected just seconds ago. Feeling the dampness from both of their orgasm, he slowly stroked her stomach as he continued to think about the wonderful experience they just had.<br><br>Relaxing his arms as she rolled over, he linked his hands behind her back once she had settled back onto his chest. Smiling as she rubbed his chest, his hands once again stroking her back and sides. Still not wanting to break the spell they both seemed to be under, John nuzzled her hair, kissing the top of her head. <br><br>Moving his hands to stroke her hair when they again kissed, he knew that the time had come when he felt the subtle movement of her body. Letting her slip from his arms, as he sits up to watch her starting to dress. Climbing from the bed, he moved over to his own cloths, smiling at her as he started to get dressed. Standing up straighter when she ran from the room, he quickly grabbed his shoes and shirt to follow her. Unsure what made her leave it worried him that she left so quickly. <br><br>Leaving her room, he pulled the door shut behind him before moving to the living room. He would have to talk to her soon… But he really needs to figure out what he was feeling himself first… Which he was sure he already knew…<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [ BTS ] Under The Candlelight - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>24-10-2013, 04:06:22</strong>
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				<strong>Emily Fitzgerald</strong><br><strong>Location</strong>: The apartment, living room<br><strong>Tag</strong>: John ((reposting in main thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=186203.msg9098331#msg9098331)))<br><hr>Other than the soft squeak of the faucet, Emily is oddly silent from the next rooms-- she walks through the living room, a glass of water in her hand, taking a long drink and, otherwise, not showing any sign of what just transpired.&nbsp; She flashes John a quick smile, seeming perhaps in a better mood but, otherwise, unfazed (except that, sauntering around the house in her bra and jeans, she doesn't seem in a particular hurry to finish dressing as she would with others-- or even John, prior to this morning-- in the house.<br><br>She sets the glass down on the fireplace mantle, stretches to pull a simple black shirt over her head and stretches it down to her waist before crouching to the floor for her shoes.&nbsp; Finally, she breaks the silence, her voice loud enough to fill the room, echoing off their kitchy decor-- the brass-plated fish Emily had snagged at the "thieves' market", the wrought-iron fireplace tools that no one ever seemed to use, the gaudy Chinese vase that, by some miracle, no one (not even Mori) had destroyed just yet.<br><br>"They're onto something out there," she intones clearly, the velcro straps of her blue Teva sandals scritching softly apart for adjustment. She seems more fastidious than normal, absent of her distracted self-consciousness, forgoing her distant study of everyone around her. "Renault, Maria, Sully.&nbsp; I don't know if we should join them, maybe, or..."&nbsp; pausing to let the question linger, she shrugs her shoulders-- a gesture lost on him, as he's out of the room, but somehow audible in her hesitation, "... or maybe we should go somewhere else. While Renault is... you know... distracted?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [ BTS ] Under The Candlelight - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>24-10-2013, 17:39:11</strong>
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				<strong>Sullivan "Sully" Grosvenor &amp; Memento Mori (mid 2008, age: 15)</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> The Flat<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Emily<br>Nealy half a year before Sully began to distance himself from the others, one could hardly expect him to turn out the way he would, when now, at this time and place, he was such a scaredy cat. That brave front he had put on for so long on that fateful night a year ago, was not something he used around the others any more. He let his defenses down, let them see beyond the facade. It would b e too hard--and distasteful--for him to do anything else.<br><br>It was night. Sully hated the nights. It was early in the night, though; it had only gotten fully dark an hour before. But now, he was doing something he some times did; when he was fully aware of the time, and did not have enough to sufficiently distract him. He had found a corner of the living room area, behind a chair, and he was curled up with a pillow and blanket, a flashlight, a bottle of cola, a sleeve of crackers, his PSP, and his pet cat; no longer a kitten, yet, not&nbsp; fully grown.&nbsp; He was huddled up, pressed back into the corner, and though he was playing a game--with the sound muted-- to try and keep his mind distracted, all it really did was keep him from having a full blown anxiety attack. Mori, meanwhile, was stretched out next to him, resting against him. It looked like the feline was asleep, but his good eye was just barely cracked open, and watching. Mori could be sneaky like that.<br><br>Nights were always the worst. Night time was when That Event had happened, and ever since, he's loathed the nights; he's afraid of them. In his mind, that was when bad things happened, and he always dreaded something else happening.&nbsp; Much like some animals, such as his beloved pet, Sully found a sort of strange safeness in being backed into a corner.&nbsp; His therapist had been pushing him to try and stop it, to work through the fear instead of settling on essentially cowering, but... no, no, Sully wanted to stay in the corner. It was too hard. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [ BTS ] Under The Candlelight - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>25-10-2013, 05:16:40</strong>
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				<strong>Emily Fitzgerald (mid 2008, age 16</strong><br><strong>Location</strong>: The apartment<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Sully<br><hr>From the room Emily's claimed, there's a constant beam of twinkling light under the door.&nbsp; Her lights go on when she returns from class, they go out when she leaves mid-morning.&nbsp; If the morning hour is too early, and the stars are still up, her light stays all day.<br><br>It's no surprise that when her door opens, there's a long, spreading arc of paper-shaded light spilling out, lancing across the room like an unbidden guest.&nbsp; Then a click-- a flashlight joins in.&nbsp; She doesn't cut on the lights in the main room, for fear of waking the others... the flashlight's limpid pool flashes over the corners of the room, and the lanky girl's silhouette emerges from the light.<br><br>Her bare feet softly pad into the room a couple steps before she freezes, her breath a little gasp like an accidental tear in precious paper-- her light seeking out Sully's huddled space in the corner, blinding him from the warm glow of his game, from the tiny screen that serves as a gateway to mental detachment.&nbsp; She fumbles a moment to switch off the flashlight, her breath rapid and shallow as she calms herself.&nbsp; "Sorry," she hisses in a stage-whisper, "sorry Al.&nbsp; I... um, sorry."&nbsp; <br><br>She steps a couple feet forward, not leaving the pool of light from the door she's left ajar.&nbsp; "It's... I just needed to..." she gestures awkwardly, hangs her head a moment, "sorry."&nbsp; She dips away and there's a hum of the bathroom fan, more invasive light, both cut off by the closed door for a minute or so.&nbsp; Running water, then, some faint rustling, before the fan goes silent and she slips back out into the living room, closing the door behind her in an evident hurry.<br><br>Staring like a curious animal, she gradually edges closer, working her flashlight as if to rediscover its purpose and design.&nbsp; "Can I sit out here... just a minute or so?&nbsp; Just, I mean, if it's not going to bother you..?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [ BTS ] Under The Candlelight - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>25-10-2013, 07:46:52</strong>
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				<strong>Sullivan "Sully" Grosvenor &amp; Memento Mori (mid 2008, age: 15)</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> The Flat<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Emily<br><br>The moment he hears the door open, his breath catches in his throat. He slides the blanket ever so slightly to cover the thin light of the gaming device, and he stares out. Mori, meanwhile, perhaps sensing things better than his own human owner, or maybe just having a personality prone to relaxation, continued to chill out. When the light came shining towards them, Sully's response is to actually bury his face into the blanket, to keep from being blinded.<br><br>He mostly just murmured and made some noises when she initially nervously rambled off her apology. But when she was done in the bathroom, he seems to gain some semblance of coherency. The game was turned off and set aside, and he watched her, though tried not to focus too much when the lights became brighter. "Hey, Em. Yeah, you can come closer." He said.<br><br>he shifted around, while Mori decided now was the time to wander off into the kitchen to munch on dry food; or to lap up some liquid from the water bowl. Maybe even both! Sully, meanwhile, clad in a tanktop and shorts, shifted so he was less laying and more sitting against the wall, with the blanket partly opened up next to him. He kind of indicated with head nodding, that she could come over and sit next to him--in the corner-- if she wanted to. But, he also knew that probably seemed silly to her. Ah well. It made sense to him.<br><br>"Did you know when certain animals chase another animal into a corner, the chaser will go from being aggressive to more cautious?" He asked her, perhaps partly trying to explain why he was back in the corner like that. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [ BTS ] Under The Candlelight - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>27-10-2013, 00:47:49</strong>
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				<strong>Emily Fitzgerald (mid 2008, age 16</strong><br><strong>Location</strong>: The apartment<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Sully<br><hr>Emily shuffles an awkward step, the hems of her pajamas shushing over the carpet as she walks closer.&nbsp; She isn't used to such things.&nbsp; She stays silent, placing her back against the adjacent wall and sliding down the painted drywall.&nbsp; "Cause they've got no place to go, and they <em>have </em>to fight."&nbsp; She sits aside him and draws her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms around them and resting her chin on the crook in her legs.<br><br>She watches him askance, breathes a soft sigh... she keeps the flashlight on, seems to glance at the corners of the room.&nbsp; "I've never liked the night time much you know," she murmurs.&nbsp; "I used to think it was silly.&nbsp; For most people it is I guess."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [ BTS ] Under The Candlelight - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>27-10-2013, 01:28:56</strong>
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				<strong>Sullivan "Sully" Grosvenor&nbsp; (mid 2008, age: 15)</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> The Flat<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Emily<br><br>"Yup. " he said idly in agreement with what she had to say about animals in corners. It's pretty much the reason why I kept himself in the corner. Well, that, and he sincerely doubted they could, like, reach through the wall and get at his back side. Wait. "You don't think <em>they</em> can move through walls, do you?" The nebulous 'they' being... well, pretty much anything not-human. <br><br>"I don't like the nights, either." He took in a deep breath, and exhaled it as a huff through his nose. "Most kids don't have a Fairie Godmother that wants them dead." The sheer offhanded way in which he spoke of this, of how casually he said it, might take some by surprise. Especially since they might not readily know their Godmother's plans or true motivations. Doesn't mean Sully won't jump to the worst conclusions possible. <br><br>What She did stung him so very deeply, because he was foolish enough to trust Her, when usually he would not trust anyone; because She had made him feel so good, had given him a glimpse of peace and joy, with the way She made him feel. And then She went and pulled that fast one on them. It was like a festering wound on his soul.<br><br>He rests himself against her, in a sort of awkward cuddle. He looked like he was still on his course of losing weight, though he kept a certain amount of 'baby fat' on his face that made him seem a bit younger than he actually was. "It's not fair." He said, exasperated. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [ BTS ] Under The Candlelight - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>27-10-2013, 02:19:45</strong>
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				<strong>Emily Fitzgerald (mid 2008, age 16)</strong><br><strong>Location</strong>: The apartment<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Sully<br><hr>Silence, then Emily lowers her face to rest her forehead on her knees and breathe a deep sigh.&nbsp; "Do you really think she wants us dead..?"&nbsp; Emily turns to face him, cheek to her legs, and watches his face intently.&nbsp; "We know she lied to us, sure... but she wants us to use our... you know, gifts.&nbsp; For her."&nbsp; Shrugging, Emily turns back to the empty room, bounces her chin and sighs softly.&nbsp; "Nobody's told us the truth for a while."&nbsp; <br><br>Her arm is thin and light upon his frame as it rests there, her hand spreading on his opposite shoulder.&nbsp; Some nagging corner of her mind urges her to spout some tripe, some comforting prattle.&nbsp; That would be a lie, and Maggie-- <i>Emily now</i>-- won't lie now.<br><br>She quietly reaches up to stroke his hair, smelling the soap on his skin, the strange, clean smell of this new apartment.&nbsp; She shouldn't be afraid here.&nbsp; She is terrified here.&nbsp; She can't close her eyes.&nbsp; "Why do you think it was us?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [ BTS ] Under The Candlelight - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>27-10-2013, 02:44:26</strong>
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				<strong>Sullivan "Sully" Grosvenor&nbsp; (mid 2008, age: 15)</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> The Flat<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Emily<br><br>"I find it hard to believe She could be ignorant of the position it puts us in. She knew about the Council of Venice, so I bet she knew their rules; and that we'd be ignorant of it all. Besides that,&nbsp; She wants us to <em>fight</em>. You know, the ones that are likely to straight up kill us? If we're lucky... if not, they might take their sweet time." If he sounded defeat when he spoke... well, given his viewpoint, which may or may not be fully aligned with the reality of their situation, who could blame him? For Sully, there was nothing but doom and gloom, and the world itself was a gross caricature, where even the innocent smiles of other children were a disturbing rictus.<br><br>He sighed a bit, and just&nbsp; kept cuddling into her, finding at least some small degree of solace in her being there. He wrapped an arm around her, but made no effort to restrict her movement or anything; just a sort of return gesture. "Opportunity arose, she seized it. We were in the wrong place at the wrong time. Most of the tragedies of the world are exactly like that. And now we're stuck with chains that can't be broken."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [ BTS ] Under The Candlelight - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>27-10-2013, 15:42:07</strong>
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				<strong>Emily Fitzgerald (mid 2008, age 16)</strong><br><strong>Location</strong>: The apartment<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Sully<br><hr>Emily watches him a moment, watching the dark, at rest but not at ease.&nbsp; Her mind turns over what he's said, considering it as carefully as she can... with the fear and the anger comes a grim acceptance, a faithless understanding that they, here, are each other's only support against forces more than the darkness, or the fey, or the order.<br><br>"It's more than that you know.&nbsp; It wasn't chance."&nbsp; She shrugs, the motion jostling him very softly.&nbsp; "It's not a coincidence that there were so many of us.&nbsp; And yeah, lies or not..." they're so close, he can feel her tense, "what was coming for us was real.&nbsp; And it would have gotten us if the order didn't, or that woman didn't.&nbsp; I mean... we could never have prepared for that."<br><br>He can hear her heart, steady and small.&nbsp; "We have a chance now, you know?&nbsp; We just gotta figure out what kind of prison this is, and if we can escape it-- maybe not today, but one day, right?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [ BTS ] Under The Candlelight - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>27-10-2013, 18:15:35</strong>
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				<strong>Sullivan "Sully" Grosvenor&nbsp; (mid 2008, age: 15)</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> The Flat<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Emily<br><br>In his own way, he was there with her. Paying attention to their surroundings, half expecting some bogeyman, or men, to come crawling, shambling, running, or flying out of the shadows.<br><br>"So, what, it's fate?" He'd ask, perplexed when she says it wasn't a coincidence. "I don't doubt it. Gwynn ap Nudd was real enough for me. So were the bugs. So was She." He did it again, inhaling breath through his mouth, but letting it out through his nose."Maybe..." Maybe what? Maybe, nothing; his voice just sort of trailed off, as the subject changed.<br><br>"You really think we have a chance?" He wasn't convinced. "You know everything has its price, right? No such thing as a free meal, and even if you've got a half off coupon, they'll just get it from you in a different way."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [ BTS ] Under The Candlelight - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>29-10-2013, 05:10:53</strong>
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				<strong>Emily Fitzgerald (mid 2008, age 16)</strong><br><strong>Location</strong>: The apartment<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Sully<br><hr>Emily nods against his shoulder.&nbsp; "We have a chance," she says simply, a soft sigh over his last words.&nbsp; She is familiar with the taking of tolls... she's been paying with her youth for long enough.&nbsp; The flashlight in her hands twists on and off idly, creating a little pool on the carpet.<br><br>"I saw someone," she admits quietly, as if afraid of bringing it to the light, but allowing it out in the dark.&nbsp; "Please, don't tell the others... because I don't understand it all yet."&nbsp; She wipes her eyes with one hand-- not tearful, just... afraid to say it.&nbsp; "I saw a woman, that night at the barrens.&nbsp; A woman I used to know.&nbsp; She was really nice, but her life was, just, awful.&nbsp; You know."<br><br>She shrugs at that, breaking the contact for a moment as she draws her feet under her to cross her ankles, resting her elbows on her spread knees.&nbsp; "She was helping me.&nbsp; She showed us which way to go... like she'd been there, all along, waiting for that chance."&nbsp; She shrugs.&nbsp; "She's dead, I know it.&nbsp; Maybe I just-- the stress, you know.&nbsp; But maybe there really is something <i>good</i> out there too."&nbsp; Sighing softly, she fidgets with the light more. "I know that... other one, the dark lady.&nbsp; She's real," a faint shiver, perceptible even as they don't quite touch, "she's definitely real, and she's evil, I think.&nbsp; But don't you think, maybe, there's some good out there too?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [ BTS ] Under The Candlelight - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>London</strong> on <strong>29-10-2013, 19:03:38</strong>
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				<strong>John Cooper (mid 2008, age 15)</strong><br><strong>Location</strong>: The Falt<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Sully Emily<br><hr><br>&nbsp;The soft creak of the front door opening could be heard through the darkened living room. As footsteps told them that someone was walking into the room, a dark shadow slipped into the flat before shutting the door. Opening the door to the foyer, he slipped in trying to stay as quiet as possible. <br><br>Standing next to the door for a minute, John slowly walked into the living room before he spotted the light from the flashlights. Tilting his head he moved closer to Sully and Emily, “You two look like you are having a bad night…” Taking his army jacket off, he moved to put it around Emily shoulders (if she would let him). <br><br>Standing in jeans and a t-shirt, his hair was wind tossed and had a few leaves in it. Moving to sit with them, he brushed some dirt off his jeans, “So what’s going on? Everything ok?”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [ BTS ] Under The Candlelight - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>29-10-2013, 19:52:44</strong>
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				<strong>Sullivan "Sully" Grosvenor &amp; memento Mori (mid 2008, age: 15)</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> The Flat<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Emily, John<br><br>He listened to her quietly, his eyes half watching her, half scanning over their surroundings.&nbsp; Her presence was a small comfort, a degree of relief; but not enough to fully distract him from the anxiety of night time. "Maybe it was an echo... I saw some things, while there, that I didn't care to recall. Stuff from the past." <br><br>"Good? What's that?" He asked her with a sly grin on his face. That was his odd sense of gallows humor showing itself. But then, seriousness took over. "No. I don't." His answer is flat, straightforward. As far as he was concerned, there wasn't anything good in the world; just varying shades of bad.<br><br>Mori, meanwhile, was getting ready to return from his bowls of dry food and water out in the kitchen, to rejoin his master and Emily, when the feline sensed someone at the door. He stood, poised, dark fur helping him blend into the darkness. The cat stood still; until it saw that it was John. Then, Mori sauntered over to him, and went to give the boy a rub against the leg, a sort of 'welcome back home', before&nbsp; heading back towards the living room.<br><br>The one-eyed cat would jump up onto the coffee table, and sprawl out on it, unceremoniously. He watched the three humans with his one good eye, which occasionally glinted in the darkness, as cat eyes were prone to doing so.<br><br>"A bit." Sully would say to John, shifting around so that he was pretty much resting his head on or against Emily. His back pressed up and into the wall behind them, liking the feeling of solidness.&nbsp; "Where have you been?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [ BTS ] Under The Candlelight - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>London</strong> on <strong>29-10-2013, 20:23:13</strong>
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				<strong>John Cooper (mid 2008, age 15)</strong><br><strong>Location</strong>: The Flat<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Emily, Sully<br><hr><br>&nbsp;Having reached down to stroke Mori before he went to the others, John stepped over the dark cat so he wouldn’t step on him. John had made that mistake once before. Now he was always careful to avoid a repeat of the attack that had come from the accident. Running his hand through his hair, john pulled a leaf from his hair, “I was um… Just out riding my board…” Blushing in the darkened room, “I also tried… To.. Um… Practice a little. It didn’t really turn out to well…”<br><br>Every day for the last six months John had snuck out of the apartment to practice in various parks across town. For the most part he had managed to learn a lot, but he still had a tendency to loss control of the winds. This time he had knocked down several trees and set off some car alarms before he could regain control. <br><br>“So what happened to you two… More nightmares,” he asked having heard some of Sully’s stories back in the states. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [ BTS ] Under The Candlelight - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>31-10-2013, 00:46:52</strong>
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				<strong>Emily Fitzgerald (mid 2008, age 16)</strong><br><strong>Location</strong>: The apartment<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Sully<br><hr>In the dim light, Sully is still able to see that Emily is about to say something, her face set sternly and her eyes boring into him.&nbsp; She draws a breath and is about to speak when John walks into the room, and she closes her mouth, literally biting her lip before she glances up to John.&nbsp; She shakes her head at his question-- no, not nightmares.&nbsp; Emily's facing something else... perhaps the same thing as the others, perhaps a little something different.<br><br>"We're just checking out his game... thingie," Emily says, absently gesturing toward the PSP in his lap.&nbsp; "Can't sleep yet."&nbsp; At that, she clams up completely, lowering her face and breathing a deep sigh.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [ BTS ] Under The Candlelight - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>31-10-2013, 05:50:12</strong>
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				<strong>Sullivan "Sully" Grosvenor (mid 2008, age: 15)</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> The Flat<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Emily, John<br><br>"I don't like the night."&nbsp; He admits. There didn't seem to be any real point to hiding it.&nbsp; He stretched out a bit, shifted around again, and wound up with his head on the floor this time.&nbsp; He was trying to find that perfect spot, that perfect way of laying, that would be comfortable.&nbsp; Mori was a bit like that, too, it's a trait they both shared. They'd spend inordinate amounts of time trying to get into the perfect position.<br><br>'So, the other day, I was talking with my therapist. He recommended that I take up some form of exercise routine, as a way to better channel my energy. That it might do me some good. I'm thinking about boxing, since the school has that as a sports elective. But, I should probably work out before joining, right?" Though he had been speaking to them both, the question seemed aimed at John. That was because he knew, or at least thought of, John as being athletic. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [ BTS ] Under The Candlelight - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>London</strong> on <strong>01-11-2013, 00:27:29</strong>
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				<strong>John Cooper (mid 2008, age 15)</strong><br><strong>Location</strong>: The flat<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Emily, Sully<br><hr><br>Looking at Emily, John could tell she wasn't saying something. He couldn't help but feel a little hurt that she felt she couldn't tell him something. Trying not to think about it to much, he pushed those thoughts down, "I know the feeling of not being able to sleep. It's one of the reasons I go out at night... That and I really can't practice inside or during the day..." <br><br>Moving so Sully can stretch out, "You have never liked the night bud... I always told you you could call me if you needed company. It's just easier now that we're living in the same house. I'm sure any of us would be happy to talk to you anytime you needed some company... Right Mag... Emily..." he said still forgetting to use their new names.<br><br>Rolling his eyes when Sully mentioned the therapist, "That quack still tries to get me to come back to talk..." Listening to Sully talk about exercising, "I think that would be an awesome idea. I'm sure that the boxing class would be able to help you get into shape, but if you want to get started before hand I could help you out."
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