Towering Pines - Robinson Rd
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				Title: <strong>Towering Pines - Robinson Rd</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Top Cat</strong> on <strong>25-03-2017, 21:43:37</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i.imgur.com/n94wXfW.jpg)<br><br><strong><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Robinson Rd.</span></span></strong></div><br>Robinson Rd is one of the oldest streets in Towering Pines. While the houses are older and smaller on average than the rest of the community, they are all unique, and are still large plots of land by any normal standard. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Robinson Rd</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>26-03-2017, 03:22:11</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Terry Hunter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13074475#msg13074475) and his Uncle Gavin Brightman<br><strong>Time / Location:</strong> Evening - Brightman Residence<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Anyone within earshot (within a block or two)<br><strong>Content:</strong> \m/ &gt;_&lt; \m/<br><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/Setting%20and%20RP/article-2217762-157F7C5F000005DC-127_634x823.jpg?1490487255041&amp;1490487257213&amp;1490487258722)</div>Gavin swore again as he examined himself in the mirror. He had forgotten to shave again. No doubt the two days old scruff would go noticed, be commented on, and judged. Not that he cared what most of the people in this neighborhood thought. He was just tired of the same old two-faced friendly comments. <em>Eh, Gavvy, lost your razor? Ha! So what did ya think of the Raiders game?</em><br><br>He didn't think anything of it. He was too busy shoving his dick down your daughter's mouth to be watching a shit team lose a shit game you sophomoric simpleton. Or, at least, that's what he wanted to tell these assholes.<br><br>With another heavy sigh Gavin held two ties up to the mirror. His white button down shirt desperately needed an ironing, but it was yet another thing he simply did not have the time for. He didn't wake up until two in the afternoon and after calming his hangover somewhat he had been preparing for his trip into the city. He finally had another script -- a <em>real</em> script for a <em>real</em> movie -- and had to be ready and present for meetings in the morning. Which meant as soon as this farce was finished with he was leaving. So... which would be <em>least</em> likely to get comments from the peanut gallery? Red? Or blue?<br><br>The thunderous roar of a rhythm guitar blew the thought out of Gavin's mind and nearly knocked him off his feet. Somewhere in the back of his mind he noted a lack of rumbling bass or a calmer percussive presence rather than the typical ritualistic pounding, but all the forefront could gather was that his nephew was playing that damned music too loud again.<br><br>"God dammit, Terry!" he cried, turning towards the doorway of his bedroom. "What have I said about that bloody-"<br><br>As he opened the door to the hallway he was met with darkness. Terry's bedroom door was wide open, revealing a distinct lack of persons occupying it. The only light was a sliver of sunset through the thick curtain. With another curse Gavin realized why the bass was lacking.<br><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/Setting%20and%20RP/black-metalhead-2.jpg)</div><em>Duh-nuuuuuh Duh-nuuuuuh Duh-nuuuuuuh</em><br><br><strong>"TALK SHIT! GET SHOT!" (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kzWdBczZAKo)</strong><br><br><em>Duh-nuuuuuh Duh-nuuuuuh Duh-nuuuuuuh</em><br><br><strong>"ACT HARD MOTHER FUCKER! GET SHOT!"</strong><br><br>Terry's fingers slid across the strings of his sapphire stratocaster guitar, hand cradling the ebony fret board with mother-of-pearl inlays. A loose t-shirt draped over his body, sleeves torn off, the bold and blue print stating "Odds are we are better musicians than you" (http://www.animalsasleaders.org/products/50251-odds-on-black). His jeans had holes in the knees and a studded belt wrapped about his waist, a pair of converse sneakers bouncing and skidding along his Uncle's driveway as he jumped with the rhythm of the song.<br><br>"Talk Shit, Get Shot" had been the first heavy metal song Terry ever heard. It was the entire reason he dove head first into the world of heavy metal, why he bothered learning to play guitar, and why he <em>wanted</em> to go to school for music. It seemed right to announce his presence to this boring and plastic neighborhood by waking them up with something real. Let the proverbial testicles drop as his rhythm guitar thundered between their McMansions, waking them up from their spray-on tans and caviar dinners.<br><br>He had two amps hooked up, but one of them was dedicated to a programmed bass and percussion line from his keyboard. Without his bandmates around it was the only way he'd get the full sound, but even as he strummed hard and screamed into the microphone he could tell there was something missing. It wasn't... <em>punchy</em> enough.<br><br>But after a week locked in this Hell of wealth? It was like that first step into the glow of a campfire after wandering a blizzard. It didn't matter what he lacked. What mattered was that he was <em>playing</em>.<br><br>Wait. Change that emphasis to <em>was</em> playing. Suddenly the pick struck nothing but acoustic twangs from his guitar and his screams carried no further than the cul-de-sac of 16 Acacia Circle, a little loop of houses branching off of Robinson Road.<br><br>"The fuck?" he asked, brow creasing, finger poking at the mic.<br><br>"What in the living daylights has possessed you to think this was a good idea?" Terry turned around, his Uncle a rather startling sight in nothing but a partially buttoned shirt, boxers, and business socks. He held in each hand the plugs to the amps. "James St. Clair, tightest arsehole in the whole fucking town, is <em>right out there</em>" his finger pointing some vague direction behind their own house, "setting up his uptight shmooze and booze, and you just went and disrupted it with your murderous melodies." With more than a little agitation Gavin tossed the power cables to the ground.<br><br>"It ain't noise curfew," Terry shrugged.<br><br>"Not yet!" Gavin grunted, instinctively reaching towards a pocket that wasn't there for cigarettes. "How much you bet this little noise incident is going to get brought up? Not just with me, but as a <em>whole new</em> consideration, to keep our peaceful little shit hole quiet."<br><br>"Sorry Unc," Terry said, kicking at the pavement with his shoe. "It's just... It helps me, y'know? It feels like..." Terry's eyes scanned the rooftops of the different houses surrounding their own. Did it feel like home? What <em>was</em> home to Terry? He hasn't felt at home since he left College and his friends behind. Movie nights, Xbox, and heavy metal. There was none of that here, though at least he felt <em>love</em> from his Uncle. That already made it a step better than what his parents would call a "home".<br><br>"That guitar," Gavin said suddenly, his eyes squinting as he stepped closer. "That's not..."<br><br>"It's the one Aunt Denise got me, yeah," Terry replied, giving the strings a couple of strums. "Why?"<br><br>Gavin's hand rubbed across his chin, gaze lingering upon the stratocaster for a moment. "Alright," he sighed, slowly bending over to grab hold of the amp's cables and plug them back in. "But <em>not so loud!</em>" He turned the dials down, below 9, below 8... below 7.... below 6.... below 5...<br><br>He set it to 3.<br><br>"There, that should be fine," Gavin nodded. "Just try and avoid the, um, language."<br><br>"You got it, gramps," Terry sighed, dissatisfied with the complete lack of <em>oomph</em> his guitar now generated. The only "shredding" that came to mind now was that of a tissue. He stepped back into the garage, searching for another program. Soon enough he was more quietly strumming a somewhat more peaceful number (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lTbu5yMkOQ8).<br><br>Gavin, meanwhile, needed to get back to choosing a tie... and he supposed he should find an unopened bottle of scotch to bring to the HOA meeting. By God did he hate wasting the good stuff on that twat of a "president".
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				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Robinson Rd</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>26-03-2017, 04:18:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/73/ec/13/73ec1360f89e74d589663b35b8f79814.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name</strong>: Taegan "Tae" Petrov (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13073346#msg13073346)<br><strong>Time &amp; Location</strong>: Evening | On the way to a party<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Fuck Me Quietly (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/1c/34/51/1c34510cb02239040ff1c36a30ea0a64.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Terry Hunter<br><strong>Content</strong>: <br><br><hr><br>Tae had been breaking into Daddy's liquor cabinet since she was thirteen, not that he made it much of a challenge, or he noticed when something went missing.&nbsp; Tonight she'd made a special effort to pick out some particularly fancy looking bottles and stuffed most into the adorable black leather backpack that matched her psycho-sexy librarian outfit.&nbsp; She carried one in her right hand, a bottle of Grey Goose vodka that had been lurking at the back of the freezer.&nbsp; She sipped straight from the neck, between languid drags off her vanilla-scented/flavored cigarette, as she walked from her place toward Wanker Way and the party being thrown there.&nbsp; She'd debated going to the HOA thing, but the potential for fun was far outweighed by the likelihood that the boredom would <em>literally</em> kill her.&nbsp; A smirk curled her lips as she imagined showing up in Mr. Mayor's house to disrupt his perfect little life and plans.&nbsp; She wondered what secrets he had hidden away in the back of his closet.<br><br>Her idle wonderings and wanderings were interrupted by a sudden guitar riff that sent a pleasant frisson of adrenaline shooting through her veins.&nbsp; She grinned as she listened to the song, making a beeline for the sound and pausing behind a tree to peer out from the shadows to watch Gavin confront his nephew.&nbsp; Once the old man had gone back inside, she walked out of her hiding place to approach Terry, peering over his rig and the Stratocaster.&nbsp; <br><br>Sipping from her bottle, she crouched in front of the amp, unmindful of her short skirt and skimpy black undergarments.&nbsp; "This one's good, but I like Wave of Babies better.&nbsp; That discordant intro really fucks with people who have no idea what the fuck they're hearing, and who are too impatient to embrace the chaos until the beat drops."<br><br>She grinned up at him and took a long drag off her cigarette, offering up the icy bottle of vodka.&nbsp; "So, you're new.&nbsp; See, I know that because the closest thing to black people that live in this neighborhood are Desiree Ortiz and her mom.&nbsp; So, you kinda stand out...for more reasons than one."<br><br>She nodded toward the set up on the driveway and stood back up, her long, pitch-black pigtails bouncing as she bobbed her head back and forth, that sly smirk lingering on her lips.&nbsp; "There's this party over on Weaver...across the street from Mayor Cock-Sucker's house.&nbsp; Wanna go with me and blow some whitebread, suburban minds?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Robinson Rd</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>26-03-2017, 15:15:49</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Terry Hunter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13074475#msg13074475)<br><strong>Time / Location:</strong> Evening - Brightman Residence<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Taegan<br><strong>Content:</strong> Deliberation<br><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/Setting%20and%20RP/black-metalhead-2.jpg)</div>Terry's fingers danced across the fret board, slight irritation showing on his face as he screwed up some of the more difficult hammer-ons of the song. As much as he longed to be as good as the members of Animals as Leaders, he knew he just didn't have it in him. This was one of the "easier" ones, and he still struggled with it. Even so, having that sort of clear goal for improvement helped keep him focused, and now that he wasn't in College he had plenty of time to-<br><br>"This one's good, but I like Wave of Babies better."<br><br>"Mother fucker!" he jumped, fingers leaping off his guitar as he nearly fell onto his ass. In his reverie he hadn't noticed Little Ginny Goth Shoes sneaking up like a ninja. The shock of having had an audience member clouded his mind, almost missing the rest of what she was saying.<br><br>"...no idea what the fuck they're hearing, and who are too impatient to embrace the chaos until the beat drops."<br><br>No doubt his surprise amused her, but finally regaining his clarity he began to eye her over. Visually, he'd seen plenty before just like her. "Damaged goods" was the usual category, hot little club hoppers that were great for one-night stands but a disaster on your relationship life. Terry would know because he dated such a girl his freshman year in College. Lost his favorite amp that way. Thank God he was able to save the Stratocaster.<br><br>A smirk tugged at his mouth as she offered him the vodka, though it wasn't because of the alcohol. Hell, part of it was likely how damn <em>typical</em> it was for such a girl to announce her presence with booze she wasn't legally permitted to have and a cigarette between her lips. What actually brought the smirk was the shock of the girl knowing who Animals as Leaders were. He was more commonly used to "I <em>love</em> heavy metal! Aren't Linkin Park the best?!" If he was lucky, it was all about how sexy H.I.M. was. The worst were the girls that cited Creed or Nickelback as metal.<br><br>"So, you're new.&nbsp; See, I know that because the closest thing to black people that live in this neighborhood are Desiree Ortiz and her mom.&nbsp; So, you kinda stand out...for more reasons than one."<br><br>The smirk instantly vanished as his hand ran over his mouth, eyes turning away from her and towards the cul-de-sac. It wasn't that he didn't have any pride in his identity as an African American. For Christ's sake, he named his guitar Blaxcalibur. But Jesus Christ, why was it always one of the first things out of someone's mouth? "Wait, you like heavy metal? But you're <em>black</em>!" Yeah. Yeah thanks for the reminder. Good to know that even in the only community he could really feel <em>home</em> people were intent on keeping him an outsider.<br><br>"There's this party over on Weaver...across the street from Mayor Cock-Sucker's house.&nbsp; Wanna go with me and blow some whitebread, suburban minds?"<br><br>His eyes turned back towards her, the vodka still on offer. If she noticed his sudden shift in mood from her comments, she gave no sign. His thumb rubbed at the side of his nose in thought, his eyes studying her over. It may seem as if he was undressing her with his eyes, which... well, sure, a bit. There was no doubt he was dealing with crazy. The question was what kind? What consequences would there be?<br><br>Terry reached out and grasped the body of the vodka bottle. Not his first choice, but better by a long shot than tequila. If you're gonna drink with a crazy woman, have something that's at least tolerable.<br><br>"I dunno," he shrugged at her last statement. "I get a bit of a gluten-intolerance sometimes." He took a drink from the bottle, tasting the combination of artificial vanilla from the cigarette as well as the disgusting ash. He passed the bottle back and returned to strumming on the guitar, though not nearly as concentrated an effort as earlier. The keyboard program continued towards the end of the song, his fingers casually striking the chords.<br><br>"I've met a couple psycho circus harlequins at College," he commented, eyes on the strings of the guitar, "but none that knew about Animals as Leaders. So I'll give you mad props for that. Wave of Babies..." He shook his head and glanced back up at her. "Fingers aren't quick enough for that one, yet." The song came to a close, leaving the garage and driveway in silence. His fingers plucked randomly at the strings. "Anyone else around here know good music?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Robinson Rd</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>26-03-2017, 19:02:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/73/ec/13/73ec1360f89e74d589663b35b8f79814.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name</strong>: Taegan "Tae" Petrov (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13073346#msg13073346)<br><strong>Time &amp; Location</strong>: Evening | On the way to a party<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Fuck Me Quietly (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/1c/34/51/1c34510cb02239040ff1c36a30ea0a64.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Terry Hunter<br><strong>Content</strong>: <br><br><hr><br>Oh, she noticed the sudden shift in mood, alright.&nbsp; It made her laugh as she leaned against his amp and flicked her spent cigarette into the street, one brow arching at him.&nbsp; "Dude, don't tell me you're butt-hurt because I happened to notice and make note of the fact that you have more melanin in your skin than anyone else in the neighborhood.&nbsp; I mean, I get it, but you gotta cut me a little slack here.&nbsp; Your race is the first thing people see, just like the first thing people notice about <em>me</em> is the fact that I have tits and a vagina."<br><br>She paused and glanced down at her small chest, snagging the bottle back from him with a smirk.&nbsp; "Even <em>if</em> my chest could be mistaken for that of one of the kids on Stranger Things."&nbsp; She glanced back up at him and sipped from the bottle, blowing a loose strand of hair out of her face.&nbsp; "My only interest in your race is the degree to which it will confuse and terrify the neighbors.&nbsp; Embrace that shit, man...it's funny."<br><br>She looked over at the house, pushing off the amp to wander a bit around the driveway, taking another swig off the bottle in her hand.&nbsp; "Animals as Leaders are deliciously low-key sometimes, which is nice when you're feeling too mellow for something like August Burns Red or The Devil Wears Prada.&nbsp; I have very <em>ecclectic</em> musical tastes, so there."&nbsp; She smirked at him and wandered back over, eyes glittering.<br><br>"I give you mad props back for being a black dude who likes metal, instead of rap."&nbsp; The knowing smirk that formed as she said it, seemed to imply that she knew exactly the sort of reaction he typically got, and found his comments ironic as a result.<br><br>"I highly doubt it, but you're not going to find out by standing alone in your driveway fingering your instrument, handsome."&nbsp; She laughed as she gave a twirl and peered up at his house.&nbsp; "So....go put your shit away and come have fun, get drunk and fuck a cheerleader." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Robinson Rd</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>26-03-2017, 23:43:25</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Terry Hunter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13074475#msg13074475)<br><strong>Time / Location:</strong> Evening - Brightman Residence<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Taegan<br><strong>Content:</strong> Giving in<br><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/Setting%20and%20RP/black-metalhead-2.jpg)</div>"My only interest in your race is the degree to which it will confuse and terrify the neighbors.&nbsp; Embrace that shit, man...it's funny."<br><br>Terry nodded. He'd have to be careful what he said and how he behaved in front of a girl like this. Any hint of vulnerability was going to be something she'd exploit. Dig deeper, get under his skin -- probably reminding him what color it was as she wedged herself in there -- and tug and scratch at whatever she could until she was delighted by the result. Like that old Ferris Bueller movie <em>WarGames</em>, the only winning move was not to play.<br><br>"Animals as Leaders are deliciously low-key sometimes, which is nice when you're feeling too mellow for something like August Burns Red or The Devil Wears Prada." She wandered up and down the driveway, the skirt short enough to reveal the tattoos of bows on the backs of her thighs. He started noticing those when he was at College. The fuck was up with those? Shaking his head, eyebrows raised, he continued strumming idly as she chattered on.<br><br>"I have very ecclectic musical tastes, so there. I give you mad props back for being a black dude who likes metal, instead of rap."<br><br>"Who says I don't?" he retorted, making sure to smile at her as his eyes rose to hers. What he learned from his ex -- and some of the other crazies in those dorms -- was that they <em>liked</em> the chase and mystery. Girls like her appreciated a trial, but a direct challenge? They responded to that by setting a trap and piercing their opponent with slow-working poison.<br><br>"So....go put your shit away and come have fun, get drunk and fuck a cheerleader."<br><br>His fingers obliged her desire for him to stop plucking at the strings of his guitar. He inhaled deeply, looking towards the setting sun as if in thought. "Been there," he shrugged, "done that." Even so, he lifted the strap over his head, holding Blaxcalibur carefully in one hand whilst turning off and grabbing one of the amps in the other. It was true. He had his fill of parties in College. He'd gotten so drunk he threw up plenty. He saw friends get so drunk they threw up. And he saw friends, for one reason or another, get lifted into an ambulance on a stretcher because of how drunk they got. He didn't have a lot of interest in being around a bunch of kids that thought they were invincible still.<br><br>But he was so <em>God damn lonely</em> out here. His band mates -- his friends -- weren't around. No more "Thor's Day is Gore Day" movie nights. No more practice. No more listen-and-chill nights where someone brought a new album that they just listened to. They got together on Skype or Xbox once in a while, but they all had jobs and schedules of their own.<br><br>If he wanted this girl to leave him alone, the best thing he could be is a homebody. Right now, he was interesting because he was black and played guitar. But if he was as "boring" as he became at the end of College, she'd go find someone else to torment. Not immediately, of course. She'd try to corrupt him, and as long as he was careful she'd think he was just plain boring. If she felt <em>rejected</em>, then she'd make sure to make his life a Hell.<br><br>After setting his amp and guitar aside in the garage, he stepped out to shut off and grab the other. "I bet you get what you want a lot of the times, don't you?" he asked, carrying the other back in. "Who knows," he shrugged, making sure everything was out of the way of Uncle Gavin's Porsche, "maybe I can score myself a free bottle of Glenlivet from this... what'd you call him? Mayor McCock-Gobbler?"<br><br>Sliding his hands into his pockets, he nodded for the black widow spider personified to lead the way.<br><br>"Name's Terry, by the way," he casually added.<br><br><strong><em><span class="bbc_u">Continued on Weaver Way... (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264907.msg13079378#msg13079378)</span></em></strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Robinson Rd</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anesa</strong> on <strong>28-03-2017, 15:01:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/26/a0/c1/26a0c121175b8cafd447d9680e0be259.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://photos.zillowstatic.com/p_f/IS2r1aa7x6r1f11000000000.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Kate Morgan</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13074497#msg13074497) <br><strong>Time / Location:</strong> Kate's Place<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br>Once home, Kate slipped into something a little more comfortable, a pair of loose fitting, white cotton pants and a matching tank.&nbsp; She sat outside on the upstairs balcony, sipping on a glass of red wine as she made some final touches on a tattoo she was commissioned to design.&nbsp; Looking out over her backyard, she quietly reflected on the night’s events, thinking about the train wreck of a meeting that was held earlier at the St. Clair’s home. <br><br>There was no way James could have prepared for the disruption of a party next door, but he could have, perhaps, been a bit more on top of things at the meeting.&nbsp; But putting all that aside, Kate couldn’t help but feel a little badly for him.&nbsp; Everyone practically ran out of his house after the meeting was adjourned.&nbsp; She made it a point to thank him for his hospitality and mentioned, too, that he might want to get with her neighbor to help him with his fund raising endeavors.&nbsp; &nbsp;Callista was the best of the best, and she had built up a network of some of the wealthiest people in the county.&nbsp; <br><br>It wasn’t until after she had returned home from the meeting that she discovered Tim was nowhere to be found.&nbsp; She didn’t bother filing a missing person’s report, as she was pretty certain he was back at the Eames’ place partying with the other kids.&nbsp; She had decided on the drive home that she really didn’t want to embarrass him by crashing the party, that she’d just wait and maybe have a little chat with him the next morning.&nbsp; Tim was a good kid, after all, and she trusted he wouldn’t do anything too risky or dangerous, including <em>Mrs. St. Clair</em>.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Robinson Rd</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wander</strong> on <strong>29-03-2017, 02:06:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/da/Colin-farrell.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Thomas Eckhart (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13070149#msg13070149)<br><strong>Time/Location:</strong> Evening - Kate's place.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kate Morgan<br><strong>Content:</strong> Tommy thinks back on the night, the Eames party and him &amp; Kate.<br><br><hr><br>Tom was caught in a bit of the hub-bubb as the meet came to a close and lost Kate in the flurry of people moving. After trading numbers and forming a quick few meeting arrangements, he finally made his way to give Kate a knock on her door. He now was carrying his suit jacket under arm, leaving the pink long-sleeve shirt he wore under it exposed, though now with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and top button undone. Long night, he could do with a drink and someone close. Reflecting on how things went tonight, it was fairly decent, meeting a few new people, mainly friends of Kate's. He wondered how welcome he'd be tonight here.<br><br>He gave a tap on the door, in a knock that was his special own to Kate, so she'd know who it was before she opened the door. It would be nice to not have to deal with the loud thumping bass for once. For as fun as a party was and Greg would likely be fine with Tom being around and corralling the youth, it was too much like every other night he had for his work in other ways. Besides, it wasn't a nightly thing to be able to meet Kate and he could sure do with on this night off a bit of toing and froing of TLC and just some lighter fun, with perhaps a side of heavier petting of course. Overall he didn't know what to really expect though, as he tapped her door once more, to show he was still there as he thought back on things.<br><br><strong><em><span class="bbc_u">Continued at Kate's Place (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=265115.0#new[/url)</span></em></strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Robinson Rd</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wicked Emi</strong> on <strong>01-04-2017, 10:38:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5064/5621636592_50e1b41ef3.jpg)</div><hr><ul class="bbc_list"><li><strong>Character</strong>: Yvonne St. Clair</li><li><strong>Location</strong>: Weaver Way -&gt; St. Clair's garage -&gt; Robinson Road</li><li><strong>Tagged</strong>: Timothy</li><li><strong>Content:</strong> "Taking" him home ;D</li><li><strong>Wearing:</strong> Latex dream (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/57/dd/f5/57ddf58f3ef6e98f72a93d56f57d40e0.jpg)</li></ul><hr><br>While the drive wasn't <em>supposed</em> to take very long, for once, Yvonne actually did the speed. Actually....less than the speed. Her car practically creeped as Yvonne tried to think of any way that it would make sense for her to touch him. The liquor only heightened her arousal and since the boy seemed at least mildly interested in her, she wanted to see how far the boy would go.<br><br>How far she would go...<br><br>Licking her lips, she brazenly moved her hand to his thigh. Trying to see if he would shy away from her, or let her touch him....maybe more. "How have you like America so far?" It was a nice non dangerous question...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Robinson Rd</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>caelcormac</strong> on <strong>02-04-2017, 00:26:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/b5/dc/e0/b5dce0ef07ec3e79a4aa525fc2723860.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Timothy Smoak (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13074663#msg13074663)<br><strong>Time &amp; Location</strong>: Evening | Robinson Road, Yvonne's KIA<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Yvonne<br><strong>Content</strong>: Just driving home. Honest.<br><br><hr><br>Timothy did his best not to grin like an idiot as he was led through the party by the woman he'd been figuratively drooling over since she arrived. Things seemed to be breaking up and it probably would have been difficult to sneak out with her at the best of times so he was worried that someone might stop them, but soon they were out and dashing across the street.<br><br>He wasn't entirely certain why Yvonne was basically stealing her own car, but her husband and the possibility of being caught by him were far from his mind. Especially once he found himself pressed against the the little SUV and being ordered inside. He grinned and gave a thumbs up in reply and as he got in he exhaled and realized that with her so close he had been holding his breath. He also regreted the fact that all he had worn to the party was a t-shirt and a pair of swim trunks that were doing a particularly bad job of hiding the erection forming inside them. He hopped in and buckled up obediently. Leaving his hand conveniently placed to cover it.<br><br>He tried to relax as the car crept along, but her hand suddenly on this thigh made that impossible. But it also meant that his wild imaginings might actually be true, and so he moved his hand to let her see as he thrived and his erection grew larger. "I like America a lot." he said, flashing her the best smile he could manage. "I am thinking of going to University here. I find many reasons to like it here all the time."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Robinson Rd</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wicked Emi</strong> on <strong>02-04-2017, 01:13:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5064/5621636592_50e1b41ef3.jpg)</div><hr><ul class="bbc_list"><li><strong>Character</strong>: Yvonne St. Clair</li><li><strong>Location</strong>: Weaver Way -&gt; St. Clair's garage -&gt; Robinson Road</li><li><strong>Tagged</strong>: Timothy</li><li><strong>Content:</strong> Oops....</li><li><strong>Wearing:</strong> Latex dream (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/57/dd/f5/57ddf58f3ef6e98f72a93d56f57d40e0.jpg)</li></ul><hr><br>"America is a very....nice place," she licked her lips as her eyes went straight to the bulge in his swim trunks.<br><br>His hands had uncovered the bulge and her eyes almost glued to it. Luckily there was no one in the streets...not even other cars. Which was very good as Yvonne barely paid attention to the road. As this thought went through her head, her eyes went to the road. Still no one. The party and the HOA was practically empty...where was everyone? And why the hell did she care when a very sexy horny boy was in her car? Taking a breath, she decided to go for it. If he got upset....well....she would figure something out.<br><br>Her heart raced in her chest as she took in a deep inhale, her hand moved slowly from his thigh. Teasingly, nervously, her pal slid across and her fingers slid over the erection. She let out a soft sigh as her fingers walked along his hardened cock until her palm was closer to him and she lightly grabbed him. Not squeezing hard, in fact she used barely any pressure at all. Just enough for both of them to know that she was groping him but would back off if needed...or if he didn't like it. <br><br>As his house came into view, she kept driving....she could just circle around....
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				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Robinson Rd</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>caelcormac</strong> on <strong>02-04-2017, 05:38:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/b5/dc/e0/b5dce0ef07ec3e79a4aa525fc2723860.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Timothy Smoak (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13074663#msg13074663)<br><strong>Time &amp; Location</strong>: Evening | Robinson Road, Yvonne's KIA<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Yvonne<br><strong>Content</strong>: Just driving home. Honest.<br><br><hr><br>Tim had too much to take in at the moment. He tried to look at Yvonne's face, but his eyes kept dipping down to her generous chest which had felt so good pressed against him. They also wandered over to his own thigh where her hand was dangerously close to his erect penis straining in his trunks. And every now and again to the road that Yvonne seemed to be having trouble paying attention to.<br><br>He sucked in a breath of air as he felt her grasp his cock and let out a little, joyous laugh. He didn't say a word about it as his house passed by and emboldened reached out to caress Yvonne's thigh over her dress as the spit was on her other side. <br><br>"It can be. Some people seem weirdly repressed, it is very strange. I always love it when I meet those who are more liberated."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Robinson Rd</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wicked Emi</strong> on <strong>02-04-2017, 05:59:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5064/5621636592_50e1b41ef3.jpg)</div><hr><ul class="bbc_list"><li><strong>Character</strong>: Yvonne St. Clair</li><li><strong>Location</strong>: Robinson Road//Yvonne's KIA</li><li><strong>Tagged</strong>: Timothy</li><li><strong>Content:</strong> Tempting</li><li><strong>Wearing:</strong> Latex dream (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/57/dd/f5/57ddf58f3ef6e98f72a93d56f57d40e0.jpg)</li></ul><hr><br>Driving slowly around the block as she "missed" his house, she continued to grope his erection. How far could she go, how far would the boy? She felt his own hand go to her thigh, god did she wish that the slit was on the other side right now. Coming up to Robinson road again, she pulled to a stop at the very beginning of the road and turned off the KIA. His words seemed to tell her he was okay with whatever the hell she was planning. Which was great...if she had any idea herself.<br><br>Looking around at the empty street, she undid her seat belt turned toward him. The hand still groping him moved to the buckle where his seat belt was buckled in and pushed the latch for it to release. No, her KIA was not some sleek sexy car. However it was roomy, a very happy thing right at this moment. Kicking off her heels, she smirked as she moved between the seats. Her breasts pushed hard against him. Looking at him as her knee went to one side of his chair while the other knee went to her chair. Straddling the part between the seats. "If you don't want to continue, your house is a few houses that way. Other wise," she trailed as she moved forward and kissed him.<br><br>Her lips were soft and tasted of strawberries from her lip gloss and mint from the drink. Pulling back slight, she looked at him for a moment. Her eyes went down to his lips and she couldn't help but move back in. This time, nibbling his bottom lip as her hand went down his chest and she grabbed his erection again. This time though, she slid her hand between him and his trunks, grasping his cock and pumped a few times before removing both her hands and lips. Giving him space, she went to the back seat and watched him like a predator waiting for their prey to make the first move.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Robinson Rd</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>caelcormac</strong> on <strong>03-04-2017, 01:31:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/b5/dc/e0/b5dce0ef07ec3e79a4aa525fc2723860.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Timothy Smoak (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13074663#msg13074663)<br><strong>Time &amp; Location</strong>: Evening | Robinson Road, Yvonne's KIA<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Yvonne<br><strong>Content</strong>: Just driving home. Honest.<br><br><hr><br>Be held his breath again as she slid over to him, smashing those wonderful breasts against them once again. He wondered how they would feel in his hands and was glad he probably wasn't going to need to wait much longer. He barely heard what she said and was slightly appalled that she could think he might want to leave. He would have said something, but then she came in for a kiss.<br><br>Tim let out a little gasp as he felt her lips against his, he just had time to press back a little when she pulled back. Again he attempted to speak only to find her lips on his. He smiled as she nipped at his lip. She tasted almost as good as she looked, but he couldn't think about that with her hand on his cock. And then she was away just like that and he let out a frustrated groan. <br><br>"I am yours for however long you would have me." he said. He decided it was time to be bold, and leaned up to her trying to steal a kiss. One hand went to her thigh, rubbing against the latex and then sliding up to her breast while the other found the zipper she had helpfully demonstrated back at the party and started to pull it down.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Robinson Rd</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wicked Emi</strong> on <strong>03-04-2017, 03:51:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5064/5621636592_50e1b41ef3.jpg)</div><hr><ul class="bbc_list"><li><strong>Character</strong>: Yvonne St. Clair</li><li><strong>Location</strong>: Robinson Road//Yvonne's KIA</li><li><strong>Tagged</strong>: Timothy</li><li><strong>Content:</strong> NSFW WARNING!! (the picture attached to 'her body' is NSFW!!!!</li><li><strong>Wearing:</strong> Latex dream (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/57/dd/f5/57ddf58f3ef6e98f72a93d56f57d40e0.jpg)</li></ul><hr><br>His groan made her wonder for just a second if he was upset by what she did..however, as he spoke and followed he to the backseat, she shivered slightly as he kissed her. One of his hands going to her thigh before going up to her breast, and the other going to the zipper. For once, in a very long time, she was being touched and it made her shiver in pure delight as the boy seemed to eager to touch her. "Good boy," she purred before claiming his lips; her own hands busy.<br><br>One going to his trunks and pushed the band down, letting his erection spring free which was soon in her hand as she slowly let that hand explore just how long and thick he was. The other going to his hand where the zipper was and helping him finish unzipping her. Once the hook came off, she let the dress open to reveal her body (https://cdn.pornpics.com/pics1/2013-09-06/268583_10big.jpg), only a sheer pair of panties clothed her as the dress went to the seat. She pulled back too see his reaction and let him look at her body. All while still exploring his cock with her hand.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Robinson Rd</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>caelcormac</strong> on <strong>03-04-2017, 06:29:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/b5/dc/e0/b5dce0ef07ec3e79a4aa525fc2723860.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Timothy Smoak (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13074663#msg13074663)<br><strong>Time &amp; Location</strong>: Evening | Robinson Road, Yvonne's KIA<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Yvonne<br><strong>Content</strong>: Tim's very erotic dreams coming true.<br><br><hr><br>It was too hard to control his own face with so many other things to pay attention to so whenever Yvonne wasn't busying his lips with a kiss he had a big, childish grin on his face. He looked at her body up and down as it was revealed and pulled his own clothes off as quickly as he could without doing something stupid like accidentally pulling his cock out of her grip. It was difficult but somehow he managed.<br><br>He gave a good, long, appreciative gaze to her body before he couldn’t stand it anymore. He leaned forward, putting one hand on the seat behind her for balance as the other one gave one of her tits a nice squeeze. “Everyone at the party was looking to get to put their hands on these. I am very lucky.” He said and leaned in to give her lips another taste.<br><br>After getting, well not his fill exactly but enough for the moment anyway, of touching her breasts he let his hand slide down her body until it hit the waistband of her panties. “Every inch of you is so beautiful.” He said. “Will I be honored with every inch?”<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Robinson Rd</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>03-04-2017, 23:02:59</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Terry Hunter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13074475#msg13074475) and Gavin Brightman (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13077767#msg13077767)<br><strong>Time / Location:</strong> Friday, June 9th - Morning, Acacia Circle and leading onto Robinson Road<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open to Parker<br><strong>Content:</strong> Clomping of sneakers on pavement<br><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/Setting%20and%20RP/black-metalhead-2.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/Setting%20and%20RP/article-2217762-157F7C5F000005DC-127_634x823.jpg?1490487255041&amp;1490487257213&amp;1490487258722)</div>"I can't believe I actually let you talk me into this," Gavin groaned, leaning forward as he tried to touch his fingers to his toes. This stretch was supposed to prepare his legs for the coming work-out, but he instead felt as if his back was about to disconnect from his hips. "I could be sleeping right now."<br><br>"You sleep enough," Terry smiled, performing lunges on the driveway. The younger man was wearing a worn out looking Testament hoodie (https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/71GQnGeCWpL._UL1500_.jpg), the graphic on the back fading, and a pair of blue Under Armour workout shorts (http://www.dickssportinggoods.com/p/under-armour-mens-tech-graphic-shorts-16uarmtchgrphcshrapb/16uarmtchgrphcshrapb?color=Brilliant+Blue%2FStealth+Gy). The sight of long sleeves and shorts looked rather absurd to Gavin, who pondered for a moment in warning his nephew that mornings out here never get brisk enough for a hoodie. Seeing as this was all his bright idea, however, Gavin decided he could enjoy a bit of schadenfreude as Terry sweltered beneath that thick garment.<br><br>Of course, the older man wasn't exactly much better. He hadn't shaved since his last day in the city on Wednesday, giving him a bit of a scruff to his cheeks and chin. His hair was a rightful mess, the old headband looking as uncool as Gavin had been made to feel all week. He only had the one mustard yellow t-shirt which, at this point, was quite snug over a belly he hadn't noticed develop over the last several years. While not as thick as a hoodie, the only suitable workout pants he owned were a pair of sweatpants with a bit of a hole in the crotch. Terry assured that no one else would be out this early in the morning, but even so...<br><br>"You sure we can't start this on Monday?" Gavin said, trying to imitate the lunges Terry was performing.<br><br>"Why put off to tomorrow what you can do today?" Terry shrugged with a smile. He swapped legs, placing his hands down upon his bent knee. "Besides, exercise for a few days on the regular, and you'll have more energy and more inspiration for your projects." His teeth flashed in a grin. "Works for me and my music."<br><br>"Oh, so that's what you call it?" Gavin's eyebrows rose. The two shared a chuckle before Terry righted himself, beginning to jog in place.<br><br>"Come on," he said, "we'll start with a short circuit. Nothing too demanding today." Gavin let out a deep exhale, cheeks puffed, arms waving back and forth. Never before had that driveway looked so long and foreboding as it had now. The road leaving the cul-de-sac seemed as long as a runway at the airport. Well, he agreed to it all, didn't he? When he returned Wednesday night Terry was quite the chatter box. Evidently he'd spent some time with the young Petrov girl &amp;ndash; or, as Gavin liked to call her, the Petrol girl. As explosive and fatal as gasoline. Every town had a trouble maker, and it just figured that she'd be the first one his nephew would run into. But fortunately Terry didn't seem to be satisfied with such a friendship. Or rather, he was wary. That, at least, comforted Gavin, though he'd decided to keep a better record of his belongings so he'd notice if anything went missing. Still, the young man clearly needed a friend, and while Gavin was certainly never going to satisfy him, he was the closest the boy had to someone he could be vulnerable and trusting with.<br><br>"Alright," he grunted, "let's get this over with." One foot in front of the other, Gavin's feet began to pound into his driveway. With a small laugh Terry fell into step beside, suddenly causing the elder to feel a bit dwarfed in comparison. While Terry wasn't <em>much</em> taller, he certainly beat Gavin's own 5'10" height. Yet Gavin's gaze was instead quickly drawn to Terry's hands, fishing into the pockets of his hoodie and withdrawing his phone.<br><br>"Don't tell me you're going to text someone while we jog," he groaned, almost insulted.<br><br>"Nope," Terry said with a grin. The boy was clearly amused with himself... which usually meant...<br><br>"You'd better not be-"<br><br>He was. An explosion of noise burst from the phone (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zKvensWwgrw), sounding almost like an alarm for an incoming bombardment from the skies. Gavin looked around at the neighboring houses as they left the cul-de-sac, expecting to see some snooty neighbor looking through their curtains with a "Well I've never!" expression plastered upon their face.<br><br>"Shut that off!" Gavin waved, "it's too loud!"<br><br>"Relax, Unc," Terry shrugged, keeping the phone in his far hand. "Just listen to the beat! Let your feet pound into the ground in time to the music!" His nephew's face began to contort in strange, possessed expressions, as if he were auditioning to play some horrid creature in a gore film. The young man was clearly into whatever this... music... was.<br><br>"So," Gavin panted as they turned onto Robinson Road, "this is what they use to lullaby people to sleep in Guantanamo Bay, eh?" Terry shook his head, laughing, but lifted the phone back up all the same.<br><br>"Okay, okay," he said, fingers carefully sliding and scrolling through his list of songs. "I'll put on something a bit more... <em>appropriate</em>."<br><br>"Oh, you have Richard Simmons' Communing with Satan on there?" Gavin asked with raised eyebrows. Another smirk from Terry, shaking his now perspiring head. The hoodie was indeed a bit too warm for the young man. The noise-pollution suddenly silence as Terry's phone loaded something new up, leading to a rather soft, serene, atmosphere befitting the early morning in the neighborhood. "You sure this isn't a bit too country for you?" Terry just gave Gavin another smirk and a side-long glance as they continued forward. Then came the bass-line, which clued Gavin into the coming -- and predictable -- explosion of sound. However, he wasn't expecting... Terry.<br><br>"<em>An eighty-nine year old man learned how to run, and as he passed me by, he said 'Come on, son!'</em> (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WKzngQOm01A)" A smile was wide on Terry's face as he sang the lyrics, arm swinging in pantomime with the elderly subject of the song's verse. Gavin almost jumped clear onto the sidewalk from the sudden outburst, but his nephew, with panting breaths, continued to sing the song as they went on.<br><br>"Now picture this, Unc," Terry said quickly, hand waving before him as if to paint the scene. "<em>When I saw the usher of change, her flaming hair in slow-mo gliding past my window! I had to trace her down! 'You look like a really nice guy, but can you keep up with me?' And away she ran!</em>"<br><br>"So you like red-heads?" Gavin asked, quirking an eyebrow. Terry's body lurched forward as the laugh gasped from his lips, interrupting his reciting of the song's chorus. The elder had to admit that this one at least had something akin to <em>singing</em> in it, and yes, the beat was nice to hammer along to.<br><br>"Think of it like a carrot," Terry breathed. "A carrot with a nice ba-donk-a-donk."<br><br>"A what?" Gavin looked quizzical.<br><br>"You know," Terry shrugged. He then held his hands before him, uneven with each other, shifting them up and down opposite the other in time with their foot-steps. "Ba-donk, ba-donk, ba-donk, ba-donk-!"<br><br>"Oh, please!" Gavin shook his head. The physical shape of women and their many appealing factors was <em>not</em> something he was yet ready to discuss with his nephew. The two of them silenced, though Terry's mouth was still spread in a grin of amusement, as they continued on to another block.<br><br>"<em>Good morning,</em>" the phone sang, "<em>somebody kill me right now.</em>"<br><br>"Now <em>that</em>," Gavin panted, "I can feel." Terry simply smiled and shook his head.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Robinson Rd</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wicked Emi</strong> on <strong>04-04-2017, 02:12:28</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5064/5621636592_50e1b41ef3.jpg)</div><hr><ul class="bbc_list"><li><strong>Character</strong>: Yvonne St. Clair</li><li><strong>Location</strong>: Robinson Road//Yvonne's KIA</li><li><strong>Tagged</strong>: Timothy</li><li><strong>Content:</strong> NSFW WARNING!! (the picture attached to 'her body' is NSFW!!!!</li><li><strong>Wearing:</strong> Latex dream (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/57/dd/f5/57ddf58f3ef6e98f72a93d56f57d40e0.jpg)</li></ul><hr><br>Yvonne drank in his naked form, her eyes focusing on his length. It was a good size, nice and long and girthy. Nothing too big, and definitely not small. Her hand didn't stop stroking him, he clearly enjoyed her hand as he made sure not to get out of her hand as he stripped. His eyes ate up her body and it made her tingle and get even more aroused than she already was. For once, a male looked at her with pure want in his eyes. One of his hands went to her large breasts and massaged and squeezed it. Making her moan softly and her hips jolted slightly.<br><br>The words made her raise an eyebrow. Did they? She only noticed the boys who came to her, though the thought of everyone looking at her breasts with want was delicious. He kissed her and she kissed back. His lips tasted like beer and something else. It was an interesting taste against her own. His hand moved down her stomach and paused at her panties. She looked up at him, he was naked, she could at least do the same courtesy. Nodding, her hand went to his and with his help, she pulled her panties past her knees and let it slid down her legs to the carpet floor.<br><br>Being naked in front of him gave her heavy needs. Her lower lips quivered and almost begged for her to do something to release the pressure of her arousal. Her lips half parted as she brought his hand to her lips. This brought another shiver as no man has touched her there in a long time. All while watching him and her hand continued to stroke him. Her hand lightly squeezing his cock and her thumb paid attention to his tip.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Robinson Rd</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>10-04-2017, 11:30:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Brunettes/Anna%20Silk/as2_zps8xbywlb7.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Parker Hardison (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13079909#msg13079909)<br><strong>Time &amp; Location</strong>:&nbsp; June 9th | Morning | Robinson Road<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Terry and Gavin<br><strong>Content</strong>: Meeting neighbors<br><br><hr><br>Parker was feeling good. She'd only been in the neighborhood for a couple of months now but, so far, the people she'd met seemed pretty nice and she was hoping that picking up her morning runs again would lead to meeting more of her neighbors. Granted not everyone liked to run, but at least meeting people who were also running meant they'd have something built in to talk about. Things like favorite shoe brands or the best trails to run on a gorgeous morning might not be hot button social issues and might not let her see deeper into someone's soul but they were a start and sure beat talking about the weather as far as superficial topics for polite chatter went!<br><br>Chuckling at her roaming thoughts, she stepped out onto her front lawn and started working her way through a series of stretches while watching as the neighborhood slowly started to wake up. The slightly older lady across the street was already out and water her flowers and Parker gave her a polite wave which seemed to be returned without much interest. Parker had already learned that since she was single and childless the nosy older woman found her entirely disinteresting....the lady had never even gotten around to letting Parker mention that she was an acclaimed concert pianist in her own right before making excuses not to talk to her anymore. Still her rudeness was no reason for Parker to be rude and it tickled the mischievous part of Parker's personality to watch the lady twitch just slightly as she tried to figure out why Parker wasn't more upset but her clear disapproval of Parker's life choices.<br><br>Only Parker got to disapprove of her life choices and she was happy with all of hers...yes even her marriages despite the divorces that had followed them. <br><br>Looking up from a deep stretch she saw two men rounding the corner, one younger, one closer to her own age (or so they appeared) and she waved to them as well while pushing up to her feet and bouncing lightly just to feel the tension of muscles ready to move. Lately she'd been pulling a lot of laps in the pool in her back yard but running was her first love when it came to early morning exercise. <br><br>Waiting til the men got closer she called out with a warm laugh, "You guys training privately or can the new woman on the block follow you to find the best running paths?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Robinson Rd</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>11-04-2017, 05:16:21</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Terry Hunter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13074475#msg13074475) and Gavin Brightman (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13077767#msg13077767)<br><strong>Time / Location:</strong> Friday, June 9th - Morning, Acacia Circle and leading onto Robinson Road<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Parker<br><strong>Content:</strong> Being sociable<br><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/Setting%20and%20RP/black-metalhead-2.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/Setting%20and%20RP/article-2217762-157F7C5F000005DC-127_634x823.jpg?1490487255041&amp;1490487257213&amp;1490487258722)</div>Terry was certainly beginning to sweat beneath his hoodie, his shaved head shining brightly in the morning sun as a result. However, he could already see the darkened stains forming at the collar of Gavin's shirt. The older man was certainly out of shape, and no doubt still had plenty of Maker's Mark to sweat out of his system. While he was out of breath, Terry continued to "sing" the song as best as he could, shaking his head side to side as he gasped "It's a beautiful day, it's a beautiful day, it's a beautiful - <em>pant</em> - beautiful - <em>pant</em> - beautiful..."<br><br>He was too distracted to have noticed the beautiful brunette waving a hand their direction, and Gavin's eyes were closed as his head tilted back, already yearning for an end to this torture.<br><br><strong>"You guys training privately or can the new woman on the block follow you to find the best running paths?"</strong><br><br>Terry's attention was immediately brought to the woman, his body halting its progress and feet jogging in place. He reached a hand out to grasp his Uncle by the shoulder, his other hand immediately turning the song off on his phone. Here we go. He wasn't exactly in the mood to be playing match-maker with his Uncle, and there was certainly something... uncomfortable about trying to help Gavin get over his late Aunt, but there was always the chance that finding a new woman to love could help bring his Uncle out of the pit he'd allowed himself to sink into.<br><br>Not that he was expecting himself to be looking at Mrs. Aunt or anything. Just... never pass up an opportunity.<br><br>"I'm afraid we wouldn't really know where those paths are, I'm afraid," he panted, continuing his pace. He turned to his Uncle, who had stopped altogether, hands on his hips as he panted, not even making eye contact. Terry gave him a back-handed whack on the chest, nodding to his legs. "C'mon, soldier, ain't nobody told you to stop."<br><br>"Soldier?" Gavin questioned, eyes squinting. "I'm the Sergeant, and the Sergeant needs a break." For a moment Gavin turned and made eye contact with the woman, but his gaze immediately turned towards the road ahead, his hand rubbing at his scruffy chin.<br><br>"Anyway, I'm Terry," the young man said, shoving his phone back in the pocket of his hoodie before extending his hand, bouncing up and down with each step. "I'm new to the neighborhood myself. And this here..."<br><br>"Why good morning Beverly!" Gavin waved across the street, a smirk on his face. The slightly older lady scowled and seemed to express some vulgarities before stomping into her home, leaving Gavin to chuckle to himself, clearly amused by some secret insult his presence gave.<br><br>"...uh, this is my Uncle Gavin," Terry finished.<br><br>"Charmed," Gavin nodded.
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