Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC
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				Title: <strong>Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyron</strong> on <strong>26-10-2014, 00:03:08</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff7/HaruTokushima/Davie_Village_by_kinol_zps9e66bcae.png)</div><br>Indigo Way is quite the colorful place: over the years, many LGBT people have flocked to this Chicago neighborhood to make it their new home. Here there is little fear of being called disgusting or an abomination, for everyone is among their brothers and sisters, and mommas and daddies, of the community. Yes, it's become quite the safe haven for many, but, of course, between the hot sex and fabulous times, the residents have their squabbles--friends spilling secrets, neighbors being too loud at two in the morning, and that bitch at the other end of the bar stole your girlfriend. And there's the gossip--what else can you expect from a place full of queens?<br><br>So, come, the residents of Indigo Way invite you to join in on the fun.<br><br><hr><br><strong>Sexualities:</strong> The roleplay is geared more towards LGBT+ characters, but heterosexuals are welcomed, too!<br><strong>Smut Level:</strong> The focus will be on story; smut can happen, but conflict and character development are more important. Think <em>Queer As Folk</em>, if you're at all familiar with that show; the characters have sexy fun times, but there's still plot. The RP will be placed in bondage. That way, those who prefer a little kink can have at it.<br><strong>Post Length:</strong> At least two paragraphs. Writer's block is no excuse.<br><strong>Post Frequency:</strong> At least once a week, though it's understandable if real life gets in the way. Just try to keep us updated, and try to remove your character from any interactions if you will be gone for a while (in this case, a paragraph is fine). Being gone for more than three weeks, without word, may result in removal.<br><strong>Writing Style:</strong> Third person.<br><strong>Characters:</strong> Humans, aged 18+. Most character types are welcomed! Some ideas should probably be run by me first before tackling the sheet: owners of businesses (see information under Setting), celebrities, or other characters that might substantially impact the roleplay or IC world. Up to 2 PCs per player, if you can juggle all of them.<br><br><hr><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">The Neighborhood</span><br><br>Indigo Way, located on the north side of Chicago, is a snug community full of various shops and eateries. There are a few apartments, but two in particular are Parker Commons and The Kensington. Parker Commons, tucked off in a southern corner of the neighborhood, offers simpler one- and two-bedroom apartments for a more affordable rate. The Kensington, a luxury high-rise, stands just outside Indigo Way's northern boundaries, closer to the lake.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Parker Commons</div><div class="spoiler_body">A multi-building complex with a building per block. Each building has ten rooms, with two rooms per floor. All apartments are one-bedroom. The ground floor of the first building has the manager's room, the laundry room, bins and mailboxes, and a lounge.<br><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><span class="bbc_u">Appt 109</span> - Isis Hastings</td><td><span class="bbc_u">Appt 110</span></td><td><div align="center">|</div></td><td><span class="bbc_u">Appt 209</span> - Elizabeth Monroe</td><td><span class="bbc_u">Appt 210</span> - Dmitri Fleming</td></tr><tr><td><span class="bbc_u">Appt 107</span> - Jason Garder</td><td><span class="bbc_u">Appt 108</span> - Dennise Matthews</td><td><div align="center">|</div></td><td><span class="bbc_u">Appt 207</span> - Gabriel Holloway</td><td><span class="bbc_u">Appt 208</span></td></tr><tr><td><span class="bbc_u">Appt 105</span> - Yevgeni Kulikova</td><td><span class="bbc_u">Appt 106</span> - Eiryn Grim</td><td><div align="center">|</div></td><td><span class="bbc_u">Appt 205</span> - Olivia Carter</td><td><span class="bbc_u">Appt 206</span></td></tr><tr><td><span class="bbc_u">Appt 103</span></td><td><span class="bbc_u">Appt 104</span> - Damon Millican</td><td><div align="center">|</div></td><td><span class="bbc_u">Appt 203</span> - Zachary Evans</td><td><span class="bbc_u">Appt 204</span></td></tr><tr><td><span class="bbc_u">Appt 101</span></td><td><span class="bbc_u">Appt 102</span></td><td><div align="center">|</div></td><td><span class="bbc_u">Appt 201</span> - Hitomi Hiruma</td><td><span class="bbc_u">Appt 202</span></td></tr><tr><td><span class="bbc_u">Appt 000</span> - Margaret Holloway</td><td>Laundry</td><td><div align="center">Gap</div></td><td>Lounge</td><td>Bins/Mail</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">The Kensington</div><div class="spoiler_body">Complete with security to keep its residents and their property safe; visitors have to be let into the building if not accompanying a resident. There's an outdoor pool in the back. <br><br>For now, apartments will be limited to the first two floors. Floor number is denoted by the first digit.<br><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><span class="bbc_u">101</span></td><td><span class="bbc_u">102</span></td><td>|</td><td><span class="bbc_u">201</span></td><td><span class="bbc_u">202</span></td></tr><tr><td><span class="bbc_u">103</span></td><td><span class="bbc_u">104</span></td><td>|</td><td><span class="bbc_u">203</span></td><td><span class="bbc_u">204</span></td></tr><tr><td><span class="bbc_u">105</span></td><td><span class="bbc_u">106</span></td><td>|</td><td><span class="bbc_u">205</span></td><td><span class="bbc_u">206</span> - Jasmine Beaulieu</td></tr><tr><td><span class="bbc_u">107</span></td><td><span class="bbc_u">108</span></td><td>|</td><td><span class="bbc_u">207</span></td><td><span class="bbc_u">208</span></td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>There are several key businesses around town:<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Eden</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center">(http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff7/HaruTokushima/Settings/publicplaces/greenhouse_zpsbe8acb30.jpg)</div><br>Eden is one of the most popular gay clubs in the area. It has a very earthy design with lights that change colors all throughout the night and a dance floor to get your twerk on. There are two VIP rooms and a studio upstairs.<br><br>Owner/Manager: Jim Godfrey [NPC - can be replaced by a PC]<br>Employees:<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Bartender - Eiryn Grim (occasional)</li></ul><br>Hours:<br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Sun. - Mon.</td><td>10:30pm - 4:00am</td></tr><tr><td>Tues. - Wed.</td><td>Closed</td></tr><tr><td>Thu.</td><td>10:30pm - 4:00am</td></tr><tr><td>Fri. - Sat.</td><td>10:00pm - 5:00am</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">The Harp</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center">(http://thefieldfl.com/eoyummywp/wp-content/gallery/thepub/pub016.jpg)</div><br>An Irish pub with a traditional feel. There's a stage here that is occasionally used for events.<br><br>Owner/Manager: Molly O'Shea [NPC - can be replaced by a PC]<br>Employees:<br><ul class="bbc_list"></ul><br>Hours:<br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Sun. - Thurs.</td><td>11:30am - 2:00am</td></tr><tr><td>Fri. - Sat.</td><td>11:30am - 3:00am</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Ricci's Little Sicily</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;">(http://lanakress.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/11/Modern-Cafe-With-The-Elegant-Dinner-Restaurant-With-Warehouse-Interior-Concept-For-Awesome-And-Delightful-Modern-Cafe-Inspiring-Design-Ideas.jpg)Restaurant Side&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; (http://assets.diningchicago.com/media/pictures/files/000/005/653/xlarge/Green_St._Smoked_Meats.jpeg?1412141282<br>Bar Side)Bar side</div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"> Ricci's Little Sicily</span></div><br>Located two blocks away to the east of Parker Commons, this brand new restaurant (Grand opening on Saturday, November 1st at 11 Am) came from the ashes of an old warehouse where shoes and clothing were made.&nbsp; It has since been transformed into the place to go for a quiet night of fine dining or a small rowdy night on the town.&nbsp; The restaurant side specializes in fine Italian cuisine spearheaded by Owner/Executive Chef Martina Ricci.&nbsp; All sorts of Italian cuisine can be ordered under a candlelight atmosphere.<br><br>For the more party goers, the bar is located in the back of the restaurant where DJ's can spin your records or favorite tunes from 5 Pm until Last call.&nbsp; Classic American food like Burgers, Hot Wings and Fries can be found here at the bar, along with your favorite beverages either on tap on just uncorked.&nbsp; Music and maybe a live band can be heard throughout the night.&nbsp; For now it is mostly DJ's but Martina would love to help everyone spread the word about any local bandsthat can come and perform.<br><br>Restaurant Hours:<br>Sun-Thurs from 11 Am to 10 Pm<br>Fri and Sat from 11 Am to 12 Am<br><br>Bar Hours:<br>Sun-Thurs from 5 Pm to 1 Am<br>Fri and Sat from 5 Pm to 2 Am</div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Sinfully Sweet</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/51/Coollogo_com-61851454.png)<br>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0f/Bakery3.jpg)</div>Sinfully Sweet sells mainly cupcakes, cookies, and cakes but Isis can and will bake something more exotic if someone were to ask. In the mornings, she sells coffee and tea along with her baked goods. From 5pm-close, she accompanies her goodies with various types of wine. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Two comfy couches in one corner and a couple of tables, accompanied by some comfy chairs, in another. There's a bookshelf against one of the walls that holds books of all kinds, some from Isis' own collection and some that people have donated. <br><br>Owner: Isis Hastings<br><br>Hours: Tuesday through Friday 6am-9pm Saturday 11am-5pm<br><br>Employees:<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Waitress - Olivia Carter</li><li>Barista - Elizabeth Monroe</li></ul></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Lustful Minds</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center">(http://gapersblock.com/ac/sinscenter_playroom.jpg)</div><br>An adult store for all your adult needs. Upon first entering, a customer is met with shelves of various DVDs, toys (http://img.dl.e.weliveinchina.com/tinymce/The_Face_of_China/Sex_shop_article/Sex_shop_I.jpg), and bondage equipment. A playroom resides in the back that customers can enjoy after paying for a set number of hours.<br><br>Owner: Emerson Carter (NPC - can be replaced by PC)<br>Employees:<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Hitomi Hiruma</li><li>Zachary Evans</li><li>Damon Millican</li></ul><br>Hours: 2pm - 11pm every day<br></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Immortal Instruments</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i.imgur.com/2xNKL3t.png)<br><br>Simply put, it’s a music shop. Instruments and the related accessories are sold here. There is a stage area usually used for display though Liam occasionally lets paying local artists perform there every once and a while. On these days, he shuts down early and prepares for what comes next. The interior is usually kept dimmer than the outside and is decorated with what appears to be a mix of rococo, psychedelic, and Gothic motifs. It reflects the owners eccentricities in this regard. Outside it appears to be a regular brick building.<br><br>Owner Manager: Liam Vang<br>Employees:<br><br>Hours:<br>Mon-Thurs 10 A.M. -8:00 P.M.<br>Friday-Saturday: 10 A.M.-6:00 P.M.<br>Sunday 11 A.M.-4 P.M.<br></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Fantasy Ink</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i1138.photobucket.com/albums/n534/MaidensElf/WP_20140827_20_34_37_Pro_0_0_zpsdf45b24f.jpg)<br><br><br>Tattoo and piercing studio. Dmitri will virtually any kind of art work the client wants on there body as well as perform any piercing desired. He has been properly trained in the piercings and always makes sure his equipment and work space is clean and sterile. He is the sole employee and works by appointment only for now.</div></div><br><hr><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Time &amp; Weather</span><br><br>Saturday, Nov. 1, morning<br><br>Partly cloudy skies, 39°F (3.8°C)<br><br><hr><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Events</span><br><br><span class="bbc_u">Grand opening of Ricci's Little Sicily - 11am</span><br>Hey, have you heard about that Italian place? It's opening today. Grab a friend and go check it out.<br><br>Other event ideas? Feel free to share!<br><br><hr><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Post Header</span><br><br>Please include this in all of your IC posts.<br><br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatleft][img height=150 padding=5][/img][/floatleft]<br>[b]Name:[/b] <br>[b]Location:[/b] <br>[b]Tagging:[/b] <br>[b]Content:[/b]<br>[b]Wearing:[/b] [optional]<br>[hr]</code></pre><br>IC thread (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=216305.0)<br>Characters (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=216294.0)<br>OOC thread (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=216302.0)<br>Recruitment (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=214040.0)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>26-10-2014, 01:54:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www1.pictures.zimbio.com/gi/Kirsten+Vangsness+9th+Annual+GLSEN+Respect+qMvnCXXAfDOl.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Maggie Holloway<br><strong>Location:</strong> The open grass area outside Parker Commons<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open to all, Mentions Frankie.<br><strong>Content:</strong> Mild, some slightly strong language!<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Super-girl outfit (http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m77xuoOiWM1r9js4go1_500.jpg)<br><hr><br>"Who's stupid idea was this damn party anyway?" Margaret Holloway, known as Maggie to her friends, Madge to her mother, and Miss H to the local kids, was busy setting up tables and chairs. She hoped Frankie would turn up with some CDs to play, loaned from her shop, because her own taste in music, while it was pretty eclectic, didn't run to the sort of thing the kids today were into.<br><br>There was a bar, and Molly was already there setting up. Maggie had got permission from the building's owners for that, as well as for the music to be played in the open area behind the two six-story blocks that made up Parker Commons. The building manager whistled jauntily as she went about her task. The tables and chairs were on loan from the local high school - the principal there had been a former lover (as well as a former employer) of Maggie's and when Maggie had asked her, she had readily agreed to loan the necessary furniture from the school's spare stock. Sadly she was unable to attend the party herself.<br><br>"There!" She smiled and popped the last chair into place. The guests should be arriving soon, and food was being laid on by whoever brought it. She slipped back into the Commons' lounge, which had big sliding glass doors that were open onto the cool October night, light spilling out and the insect-acuter flashed repeatedly as moths found their way in. Maggie plugged in the string of plastic pumpkin lights (http://www.doggyhog.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/08/helloween-pumpkin-string-lights-house-decorating-halloween-decorations-53eedab4246ef.jpg), and then picked up the pook of matches and the bag of tea-lights (http://www.industrialrev.com/assets/images/products/a-can6pk.jpg) she had placed on the coffee table. She wandered around the outside of the lawn, lighting one of the small candles and popping it in each of the pumpkin Jack-o-lanterns that were dotted around.<br><br>She smiled and looked around. It would be a great party, she hoped.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissFire</strong> on <strong>26-10-2014, 02:33:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i58.tinypic.com/121poxj.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Francoise "Frankie" Appledelhi <br><strong>Location:</strong> Par~Tay<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Maggie, Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Crazy<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Costume<br><hr><br><em>"MaaaAaaaGgggiiIiieeee HOooolllLoooWaaaayyyY! Oooooh!"</em> wailed Francoise in her spookiest voice (voice talent, Melissa Fahn (http://youtu.be/mVf-CxvJNc0)) as she zombie shuffled around the corner. <em>"I am the spooOoooky ghoooOoossSt of the tenants you've muuuUurrddDered! WoooOooooo! I tollllLllldddDDdd youuUUuu to fiiiiIiiixxX thatttt looOooosseeE steeepPpp! Now I'm, like, suuuUuuupperrr deaaaAaadd!"</em> said Francoise, waving her arms at the lady in a fashion that looked less like she was a vengeful spirit and more like she was having some kind of spasm. Her costume didn't help much, since anyone who'd eaten a burger before could tell she was dressed up like the girl from the Wendy's sign. She'd done her hair up in red instead of the usual blue, put on corpse paint and applied a fine layer of fake blood and gory decals to the whole ensemble. She looked like Wendy, if she'd been driven out to the desert and buried in a shallow grave for a month after getting on the wrong side of Ronald McDonald. <br><br>Frankie was also wearing her shoulder bag, which was laden with a pair of small speakers, her iPod and dock, and God knows what else. She halted in front of Maggie and continued her weird flailing while wailing and moaning, <em>"MaaaggGGiieeeE! I brouuUgghht the KiiiccckkkKassS tuuuuuuUnnes! Ghosts LoooOoovVe muuUssiiiiIccc! WHOOOOO! Gnar! Gnar! Gnar!"</em> she said, that last bit the sound of Frankie gnashing her teeth at Maggie in a gesture that was more silly than menacing. It was hard to tell if she was genuinely trying to be creepy, or if she was just being ridiculous. Then again, that was Frankie. <br><br><em>"Where do I set up, Boss Lady?"</em> she said, apparently over the whole schtick as suddenly as she'd started. That was Frankie. The (temporarily) redheaded girl looked around a moment, then spotted the coffee table and decided that this was the place. She instantly set to work, upending her bag and letting the contents spill onto the table with a clatter. Two speakers, one dock, one iPod Shuffle, one tangle of cords, one Batman keychain, a Koosh ball, three Charms (tm) Blow Pops, a pen stolen from a Ramada Inn (complete with attached chain that previously kept said pen tethered to the counter it was positioned on), and a packet of googly eyes. <br><br>Yup. That's about right. <br><br><em>"I'm going to make this parrrtttyyyy come allliiiivvveee!" </em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyron</strong> on <strong>26-10-2014, 05:16:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff7/HaruTokushima/Realistic%20Chars/Trent/3577005b-45f1-44e5-9000-10f38c10ea2b_zps1e37ead9.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Trent Wilde<br><strong>Location:</strong> Party<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Maggie, Frankie, open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Mass Effect, a little talking<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> N7 Armor, minus helmet (http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/5c/a3/18/5ca318d21885d2f5c97ee3ffa3b77043.jpg)<br><hr><br>Tonight, everyone would be safe with him around. He had stopped a rogue Spectre, survived a trip through the Omega 4 Relay, and defeated the Reapers. There was nothing he couldn't triumph. He was Commander Shepard, the first human Spectre the galaxy had ever seen.<br><br>Trent walked out of the building that housed his apartment. Gone was the cheerful, off-rhythm bounce in his step. Now he strode with confidence. He loved this suit way too much. It had cost a few pretty pennies when he had gotten it about two years back, but it was worth it. He had been itching for this night to arrive so he could don the armor of his favorite character one more time, and seven o'clock didn't come come fast enough; he threw on the suit an hour early and paraded around his apartment, shooting imaginary husks with a nonexistent gun. Good thing his new roommate hadn't been around. The man probably wouldn't have understood the enthusiasm.<br><br>Wind blew through the area. It found the openings in his armor and stole some of his warmth. Trent was used to this weather, but he didn't have much on underneath the suit. Staying outside for very long would prove tough. He crossed the lawn--it looked like he came just in time for the party to start; people were beginning to filter out of the buildings that comprised the complex, and he imagined a few others from around the neighborhood might start to show up, too, but the tables were vacant. Maybe the lounge was a different case, but he couldn't be sure. Beneath the sounds of the city that carried over to their little space, he couldn't make out any noise coming from within, and he also didn't have a good view of it yet. <br><br>Maybe he would check it out momentarily. Right now, not too far off, he saw a very familiar red and blue costume on a somebody standing over a Jack-o-lantern.<br><br>"Hiya Miss H," he greeted as he approached. His body language might have matched the soldier he was trying to be, but he realized the twang in his voice probably shattered the illusion. "Great costume!" He spotted the bag in her hand and the pumpkin she had just placed a candle in. It looked like there were still a few more to go. "Do you want help with the rest of those?" He looked around at the tables. "Or anything else?"<br><br>His attention drifted toward the nearby apartment building. The lounge's doors were open, and they weren't too far away from them. Leaning, Trent could see inside, and at first, his eyes slightly widened at the gory undead face he found in there. It looked like Wendy had run into some bad luck. He chuckled, waving.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>26-10-2014, 06:42:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/cc/b8/8f/ccb88fa477ea0ab73d1caa294c312a7f.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Isis Hastings<br><strong>Location:</strong> Party!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Maggie, Frankie, Trent, open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Cheerful and chilly<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> http://www.polyvore.com/lynn_for_monica_vbd/set?id=126398596<br><hr><br>Isis hadn't spent much time on her costume for the party, it wasn't exactly the same but was her own take on Harley Quinn. She liked it and she thought it looked pretty good on her. Even if she didn't really consider blonde a good hair choice for herself. She'd spent more time on the desserts that she was going to contribute to the party. The entire night before had been a baking and no sleep night for the young woman.<br><br>She made her way down to where the party was being held and very carefully set the baked goods down on the table. She'd had to enlist the help of one of the girls that worked in the bakery to get the centerpiece, if you will, down without dropping it. She'd carried the cupcakes and cookies down herself, but the cake was quite big and she really was hoping that everyone liked it. She'd spent a lot of time on that thing.<br><br>It was a shame that Ashley wouldn't be able to stay for the party, but the other woman had already made other plans. "All the goodies are set up, Maggie." She had to smile at the older woman's costume, Isis had almost come as Wonder Woman, but Harley Quinn had seemed a more fitting choice for Halloween. All she needed was a Joker to complete it, but she was flying solo. <br><br>"I love the costume, Frankie." She grinned at the slightly eccentric girl's zombified Wendy outfit, it was borderline genius. Her head turned towards Trent and she smiled warmly, he was so stinking adorable, too bad he was batting for the other team. He looked good in the Mass Effect costume, anyone who knew him knew that he was way into video games. That just made him more loveable&nbsp; to Isis because she enjoyed video games from time to time. "Hey there, Trent. How you been?"<br><br>"Anything I can do to help?" She addressed Maggie again, everyone around here was just so attractive and it was a wonder to Isis that she'd never slept with any of them. She had been rather busy getting her bakery opened and established, but she was vowing to herself that she'd get some kind of action soon. It'd been way too long for her.<br><br>( <span class="bbc_u">Cupcakes:</span> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://cutestfood.com/uploads/2011/06/CutestFood_com_14680804_vhd7oi6z_c1.jpg)</div></div><br><span class="bbc_u">Cookies:</span> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://c1.staticflickr.com/5/4112/5047646096_37ef67fda9.jpg)</div></div> (about 6 plates of those)<br><br><span class="bbc_u">Cake:</span> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://cdn.thedailymeal.com/sites/default/files/imagecache/homepage_promos_image_670/promoscaryhalloweencakes.jpg)</div></div> )
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>26-10-2014, 14:22:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www1.pictures.zimbio.com/gi/Kirsten+Vangsness+9th+Annual+GLSEN+Respect+qMvnCXXAfDOl.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Maggie Holloway<br><strong>Location:</strong> The open grass area outside Parker Commons<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Frankie, Trent, Isis, Also hopeful that Eiryn, Hitomi, Artemis and Emmett will show up?<br><strong>Content:</strong> <strong>HOT WINGS</strong>!<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Super-girl outfit (http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m77xuoOiWM1r9js4go1_500.jpg)<br><hr><br>Maggie jumped in surprise, more because she hadn't been paying attention, as the music shop's proprietor appeared and started doing the worst impersonation of a ghost that Maggie had ever seen. She giggled and replied, "That's what eating all that junk-food does for you! Hi Frankie, just over there is fine, I've run a power cord to the table. Thanks for coming."<br><br>She watched as the crazy chick dumped a bag of stuff onto the indicated table and blinked. She was showing her age again, expecting a stack of CDs. Heck her mom still had a turn table and a cabinet full of old vinyl records, LPs and 45s. She was about to finish off putting the tea-lights in the lanterns, when Trent turned up wearing some sort of plastic armour. "Hi Trent, dear, yes if you could finish off popping these candles in the pumpkins? Nice Cylon (http://www.clubdesmonstres.com/cylon.jpg), by the way." <br><br>Trent's reaction made it clear she had put her foot in it again. "Sorry, dear, I'm not up on modern games and things. Maybe one day you can teach me all about it, hmm?" She patted the young man on the shoulder, a futile gesture as he was unable to feel it through the thick shoulder pads, then handed over the bag with the last few candles in and the matches. "Don't set that suit on fire, it looks horribly flammable, dear!"<br><br>She turned in time to greet <strong>The Cake Lady</strong>, grinning at the young woman who turned up with a huge mass of confections, including the most grotesque cake she had ever seen. "Dear god, that is disgusting!" she laughed as she admired the heart on top. "Remind me to order a valentines cake from you for one of my ex's".<br><br>She checked the time and in response to the offer of help, replied, "Yes, please dear?" She beckoned to Isis, "Please come with me", dived back into her own apartment on the <acronym title="This is to avoid the &quot;first floor&quot;/&quot;ground floor&quot; confusion">lowest floor</acronym> of the number one block, provided for her rent-free by the building's owners.&nbsp; In the kitchen, the scent of baking potatoes and spicy chicken was strong. She opened the oven and pulled out the tray loaded with jacket spuds, popped it on the oven top, and then pulled a another tray out.<br><br>The chicken wings were a perfectly suitable orange colour, as they had been marinated in <strong>Frank's Original Hot Sauce®</strong> (http://www.franksredhot.com/) for several hours before being baked.<br><br>"Could you give me a hand getting these on those plates, please dear? Then carry them outside, and pop them on the table near the cakes?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissFire</strong> on <strong>26-10-2014, 18:36:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i58.tinypic.com/121poxj.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Francoise "Frankie" Appledelhi <br><strong>Location:</strong> Par~Tay<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Isis, Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Crazy<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Costume<br><hr><br>Francoise did indeed have a turn table and other accouterments at her shop, but had simply decided to bring her iPod and speakers in the name of simplicity. It would save some table space, be faster to set up, and would allow her just to 'set it and forget it', thus freeing her to party and consume all the snacks in the immediate vicinity. Normally she'd prefer anything over iTunes, but in this case she mostly just wanted to mingle. She got the music pumping out on a playlist she'd constructed earlier and she was rather proud that said list had only taken five hours to build. Frankie was a nut when it came to playlists. When she was making them seriously, every song had to be considered carefully, they all had to flow into one another well and the whole thing needed a consistent theme. <br><br><em>"Izzy! That's the coooooooooooolest cake I've ever seeeeeennn! Marry me, baby!"</em> she shouted. Izzy was what she called Isis. It also was, in fact, the coolest cake she'd ever seen. Francoise moved over to the snack table and feigned taking a giant bite out of the heart poised atop the gory cake. Then she grinned and mimed grabbing the heart and hoisting it over her head, <em>"Kali Ma... Kali Ma... Kali Ma Shakti de!"<br></em><br>Frankie then admired the cookies, which had been decorated with equal talent and dedication. It was almost a shame to watch her cram one straight into her mouth and give out a jumbled compliment about how good they looked and tasted. Probably the last person in the world who needed to consume cookies and a sugared heart was Frankie. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Letrixia</strong> on <strong>26-10-2014, 22:14:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/d4/3e/16/d43e16b2241d1a7db792fcee22cd2e7c.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Hitomi Hiruma<br><strong>Location:</strong> Party!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Maggie and everybody that wishes...<br><strong>Content:</strong> The sexy devil is here<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Sexy Devil (http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z_5fy7n9B9U/UsbOBQukA8I/AAAAAAAAJDQ/yI4ytRW-Y7s/s640/kapook_world-489397.jpg)<br><hr> <br><br>Kaoru saw herself on the mirror for a bit and fixed her dress as best as she could. Her eyes closed for a second as she tried to concentrate on the night ahead, she was lucky that she took the nights off for this party. Knowing that there would be some sexy girls in there she grinned and fixed herself as best as she could. Her eyes dropped to her cleavage and smirked she always was recognized by her boobs which were very big for a Japanese girl. Stretching her back, picking the stuff that she was going to bring to the party she walked out from her apartment and then after a few stairs and a bit of a walk arrived at the party before going behind Maggie and softly touching her shoulder, "Hello Maggie-san" She bowed offering her some Japanese Sake and some other treats from her country.<br><br><br>"Here you go Maggie-san I brought the drinks just as ordered and I even got some from my home country so people could taste them" she smirked finally shedding her coat and revealing her sexy devils dress. "I found this on the store, sorry I don't really know what else to bring so I put this on... does it look alright?" she was worried that the dress was a bit too revealing and her body revealed too much but she wasn't going to change her dress at all she like the coolness of the outside and if anything she could put the coat back on.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyron</strong> on <strong>27-10-2014, 01:12:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff7/HaruTokushima/Realistic%20Chars/Trent/3577005b-45f1-44e5-9000-10f38c10ea2b_zps1e37ead9.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Trent Wilde<br><strong>Location:</strong> Party; outside on the lawn<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Maggie, Isis, open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Talking, lighting candles<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> N7 Armor, minus helmet (http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/5c/a3/18/5ca318d21885d2f5c97ee3ffa3b77043.jpg)<br><hr><br>Trent smiled when Miss H agreed to the help, a smile that faded at her attempted compliment, not upset, just from having to pause at the inaccuracy. It returned, though, reassuringly, when she apologized. He hadn't expected her to know. At least she tried. "Sure! When you have an hour or two." He chuckled before taking the candles and matches from her. Her warning was heeded lightly: "Don't worry, Miss H, I'll be fine. For a commander, this job is child's play." <br><br>Before he could set off on the mission, a newcomer caught his eye, and at Miss H's outburst, Trent peered around the two to get a look at what had elicited the comment. His eyebrows raised at the sight of the cake. All at once, he was appalled and amazed--only a baker like Isis could make a "real" heart look so tasty. His gaze drifted to the other desserts that accompanied them. His mouth was watering now.<br><br>Fortunately, Isis distracted him from the sweets. He turned his head slightly to look at her and smiled. "Heya, Isis. I'm good. How are you? Great cake! The heart looks so real. The cupcakes and cookies look really good, too." He tried not to look back at them.<br><br>Before he could comment on Isis' costume, Miss H ushered her away inside the building to have her help with something. It was probably for the best; he didn't want to chat her ear off, at least not so early in the night. Now that he was alone, it was time to start his own job; he turned around and stepped over to the next Jack-o-Lantern. After removing his gloves, not wanting to handle the matches with them on, and tucking them under his arm, he lit one of the candles and set it inside. He moved on to the next.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>27-10-2014, 04:06:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://41.media.tumblr.com/fb19f2c1d3411081d92657309709e33d/tumblr_nb7xqg43Fc1tfup8no1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Emmie Carter<br><strong>Location:</strong> Party @ Parker Commons<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Anyone, Everyone!<br><strong>Content:</strong> Bunny!<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See image.<br><hr><br>Emmie was not a good cook, and she knew it.&nbsp; So, she had crafted her usual contribution to any potluck or party, crudités.&nbsp; Luckily, they went perfectly with her costume.&nbsp; She carries the large tray of chopped purple carrots, celery, radishes, mushrooms, asparagus, bell peppers, edemame and jicama, out in front of her as she carefully makes her way outside.&nbsp; Her startling shoes should certainly make the process more treacherous than normal, but she seems just as comfortable and graceful in them as an old pair of sneakers.&nbsp; A baby purple carrot extends from the side of her mouth, frilly green tip bouncing and swaying with her steps as she brings the platter to the table with the other food.&nbsp; "Where should I put this, does anyone know?&nbsp; It's....rather large.&nbsp; I think I might have gone a bit overboard with the veggies, but chopping is just so meditative, I couldn't stop myself."<br><br>She manages to gently nudge open a space large enough for the platter, being extra careful not to knock anything over or muss the gorgeous baked goods.&nbsp; "Isis, you have really out-done yourself, darling.&nbsp; That cake is gorgeously gruesome and those cookies are almost too pretty to eat."&nbsp; She tosses her head to cast one of her latex ears out of her face and smiles at the dark-headed woman, just as she's being drawn away by their host, sending a wave after Maggie.&nbsp; She finally removes the carrot from her mouth and takes a look around, grinning a touch at Frankie's costume and giggling when she spots Trent, walking over to get a closer look.<br><br>"Trent, honey, what are you?&nbsp; Some sort of...robot?"&nbsp; She peers at him curiously, looking away briefly to smile to Hitomi, winking and blowing her a kiss.&nbsp; "That costume looks absolutely fabulous on you.&nbsp; The devil definitely has the means to take on pleasing forms at this party."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>27-10-2014, 07:20:21</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/cc/b8/8f/ccb88fa477ea0ab73d1caa294c312a7f.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Isis Hastings<br><strong>Location:</strong> Party!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Maggie, Frankie, Trent, Hitomi, Emmie, open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Helpful, friendly, and excited.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> http://www.polyvore.com/lynn_for_monica_vbd/set?id=126398596<br><hr><br>Isis grinned at Maggie's reaction to the cake. "Eh, you say disgusting, I say absolute work of fucking art, took so damn long to get it perfect." Anyone who knew Isis well also knew that she was a total perfectionist when it came to baking anything, even if it was just a simple chocolate cake. She laughed loudly at the blonde's words about ordering a Valentine's cake for an ex. "Anything you'd like."<br><br>She replied to Frankie, that ever-present smile upon the brunette's lips. "Thank you and you have no idea how lucky you are that I let you call me that." Isis chuckled softly. She was grateful for the friends that she'd made here. "Hard to marry someone when you don't even know how they kiss, sugar." She winked and blew Frankie a playful kiss, involuntarily batting her eyelashes as she grinned. The batting of the eyelashes, calling people names like sugar and honey, and the&nbsp; coy grin were all a part of the woman's upbringing and southern heritage. "Don't take a piece of my heart yet."&nbsp; She giggled after Frankie pretended to take a bite out of the heart atop the cake.<br><br>Her eyes settled upon Hitomi and she smiled at the young woman. "Very nice costume, Hitomi. Oh, you brought sake...bless your heart." Isis had found out that she loved the stuff at an early-ish age. Her attention was pulled back to Trent and she offered up another grin. "I can't complain, love your costume by the way. Commander Shepard, right? Don't look so surprised, I play sometimes." She was always amused by the reaction to that. Apparently, she didn't look the type.<br><br>Emmie caught her attention, as soon as the blonde made her way over in those heels and carrying the massive array of veggies, and she had to smile. Isis found herself surrounded by beautiful people, it was almost overwhelming sometimes...almost. "Thanks, hun. Looks like you've outdone yourself as well. That is quite the collection of veggies. Look delicious, oh and so do the veggies." She smiled before being led down to Maggie's apartment. <br><br>The combination of smells once they were inside made Isis' mouth water.&nbsp; "It smells amazing in here and yes, I can handle that." She smiled at Maggie. "Hot wings, they tend to remind me of home, some of the only good memories." She spoke as she took on the task of getting everything onto the plates that the blonde pointed out, it was quick work and soon the task was completed. "You know, it was really great of you to put this whole thing together. I think everyone needed it." She smiled softly as they made their way back to the party and set the plates onto the table. She wondered if anyone else was going to show up or if this was it. It was a lovely assortment of people, though, and Isis would enjoy herself.<br><br>She made her way over to where Frankie was. "Great music, I've totally been meaning to stop in the store and peruse albums. I need some new music."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>27-10-2014, 14:19:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www1.pictures.zimbio.com/gi/Kirsten+Vangsness+9th+Annual+GLSEN+Respect+qMvnCXXAfDOl.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Maggie Holloway<br><strong>Location:</strong> The open grass area outside Parker Commons, Party!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone!<br><strong>Content:</strong> Motherliness? Or is that flirting?<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Super-girl outfit (http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m77xuoOiWM1r9js4go1_500.jpg)<br><hr><br>"Good lord, child, put some clothes on, you'll catch your death!" Was Maggie's instant reaction to the young Japanese woman's costume. She wasn't exactly warm herself, but at least her own costume was made of a material which was reasonably warm and covered most of her. She grinned, admiring the sexy young woman, noting the nipples that were already poking out through the flimsy material of her top. "Hmm... On second thoughts, Miss Hiruma, perhaps I could find a way to warm you up, later..." She giggled and Carried the baked food over to the food table where everything was being set up. Quickly going back for butter, grated cheese, sour cream, all in bowls she had prepared earlier. <br><br>Just then a familiar voice called "Madge?" Maggie turned and smiled. Only one person in the world called her that.<br><br>"Hi mom, glad you decided to join us". The building manager gave her mother a hug, avoiding the big metal pot the woman was carrying, which smelled so totally delicious that she instantly knew what was in it. "Mom, you shouldn't have!"<br><br>"And why not? Besides, everyone loves my chilli!" Gabriel Holloway's chilli con carni&nbsp; was easily the most amazing recipe in the world, according to Maggie, and the fact that the woman only knew how to make enough to feed an army didn't hurt. Maggie relieved her mother of the pot and set in on the stand that Gabriel had thoughtfully provided, stole a spare tea-light from Trent, and set it under the pot to help keep the chilli warm, while the seventy year old woman quickly took the carrier bag that had been dangling from her arm and set out lidded plastic tubs of her home made salsa and guacamole, together serving spoons, paper bowls and plastic sporks.<br><br>Maggie surveyed the spread. Several other tenants had brought other nibbles, like home-made pizza slices, fried chicken drumsticks, quiche (<em>There's always quiche</em>, Maggie thought, <em>even though no-one ever admits to bringing it!</em>), a huge bowl of potato salad and one of green salad. She saw people eyeing the food table hungrily, and grinned. She walked slowly, oh so slowly, to where Frankie had set up, studied the equipment for a moment, to find the volume control, turned it down and yelled "ATTENTION PLEASE, LADIES, GENTS AND EVERYONE IN BETWEEN! GRUB UP!"<br><br>And with that she turned the volume on the music back to where it had been and headed for her mom's chilli.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Letrixia</strong> on <strong>27-10-2014, 20:17:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/d4/3e/16/d43e16b2241d1a7db792fcee22cd2e7c.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Hitomi Hiruma<br><strong>Location:</strong> Party!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everybody!<br><strong>Content:</strong> Let's make a toast!<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Sexy Devil (http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z_5fy7n9B9U/UsbOBQukA8I/AAAAAAAAJDQ/yI4ytRW-Y7s/s640/kapook_world-489397.jpg)<br><br><br><br><br><br><hr> <br><br><em>These parts of the USA are indeed cold as fuck!</em> she thought for a minute as she greeted and said hello to people in the party. When the word sake was brought up and how happy the girl was Hito could not help but to laugh out loud. "Yeah I bought like a box of it, I left it in the kitchen and took one bottle". She looked at Trent and grinned, "That is from a videogame I bet.... mmmm looks like Halo or something like that... please forgive me I am old school I haven't had the time to play newer games". She recognized a good game suit anywhere she spotted them. Maggie however caught her attention as Hito turned around to face her, "No worries I am used to the cold, and if I have too much I brought a jacket with me that combines with this suit so don't worry... although I can take your offer weather or not I get the jacket... it is cold out here", giggling she turned around and pushed her butt towards Maggie a bit so she could see that she was also wearing a small thong under her skirt.<br><br>She grabbed a couple of shot glasses and poured a bit of sake into each one of them, clearing her throat she offered one to each party member and rose the glass. "I propose a toast!, we have a lot of lovely ladies and a few handsome gentlemen in here together to celebrate the night of the witches. We are friends to each other and I hope we can continue to be friends.... FOR FRIENDSHIP... KAMPAIII" she smiled and drank all of the shot before placing the bottle of the counter. "I brought a box with six bottles of sake, I suggest you being careful Sake is very strong!". She giggled as she looked at all the others hoping that they paid attention and drank their sake's with the toast. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissFire</strong> on <strong>28-10-2014, 00:07:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i58.tinypic.com/121poxj.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Francoise "Frankie" Appledelhi <br><strong>Location:</strong> Par~Tay<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Isis, Hitomi, Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Crazy<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Costume<br><hr><br>Franny gasped at Isis, <em>"How dare you, girl! Just wait 'til you have a couple drinks in you, then you'll be all over this!"</em> and here she motioned to herself, but it's hard to look sexy in a silly dress and spattered with gore, <em>"I can snog with the best of 'em, love!"</em> She grinned. <br><br>Turning back to her music setup, she got things going with the playlist she'd created for the part. First, she decided to put on A Familiar Taste of Poison (http://youtu.be/yZOmtPR_MTU) to start things off since, (a) it had 'poison' right there in the title and poison was spooky, and (b) it was, in her scientific opinion, 'pretty fucking epic'. It was a pretty mellow song as far as Frankie and the rest of her playlist were concerned, so she felt it was a fine way to ease into the night. No sooner than she had headed off to mingle, though, than the Boss Lady touched her music. A cardinal sin.<br><br><em>"ATTENTION PLEASE, LADIES, GENTS AND EVERYONE IN BETWEEN! GRUB UP!"</em><br><br>Gasp! She looked absolutely aghast! Someone&nbsp; touching her gear? This was truly scary! She looked offended, almost. Well... Frankie tried to imagine what normal people might look like when offended and she did that. It was a decent attempt. It only lasted a second, though, since seeing Hitomi in her costume turned things in an entirely new direction for her.<br><br><em>"Hitomi-channnnnnnnnnn!"</em> she shouted, heading over to greet the buxom asian, "<em>Killer costume! If this is what awaits me in hell then I'm going to really start sinning! Want to help?"</em> Frankie grinned, waggling her brows suggestively. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>28-10-2014, 04:35:19</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/cc/b8/8f/ccb88fa477ea0ab73d1caa294c312a7f.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Isis Hastings<br><strong>Location:</strong> Party!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Maggie, Frankie, Trent, open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Cheerful and chilly<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> http://www.polyvore.com/lynn_for_monica_vbd/set?id=126398596<br><hr><br>Isis grinned at Frankie's reaction to her earlier words. "I probably wouldn't even need the drinks, I believe you should crash at my place tonight if you're drinking. Can't have you stumbling around in the streets on your way home, now can we? Plus, we could have a little after pary of our own." She smiled brightly as she made her way over to where Hitomi was and accepted the shot glass full of sake. She nodded in agreement with the Asian girl's toast. "To friendship!" She smiled before tossing the shot back. A slight moan of approval left her lips afterwards.<br><br>Frankie's reaction to Maggie messing with her music made Isis chuckle slightly. It was odd to see the slightly eccentric young woman look anything but excited, it was amusing. "We should all sin a little more if this is what's awaiting us." The brunette chimed in after Frankie's comments to Hitomi. She bit down at her bottom lip a tad as she smirked.<br><br>As much as she'd have liked to stay and chat, the food was calling to her. Isis sauntered over to where the amazing array of culinary creations was set up and proceeded to make herself a plate. Hot wings, a couple slices of pizza, and some salad...to start off with. She liked to eat and she usually ate a lot, but worked out like crazy so it all evened out. She'd go back for some chili after she finished all that was on her plate. It was like her stomach was a bottomless pit sometimes. It was made even worse when she would partake in a little weed. She had a penchant for combining those two. Special brownies and all that, only for her personal use though.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Letrixia</strong> on <strong>28-10-2014, 20:38:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/d4/3e/16/d43e16b2241d1a7db792fcee22cd2e7c.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Hitomi Hiruma<br><strong>Location:</strong> Party!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everybody!<br><strong>Content:</strong> Let's make a toast!<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Sexy Devil (http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z_5fy7n9B9U/UsbOBQukA8I/AAAAAAAAJDQ/yI4ytRW-Y7s/s640/kapook_world-489397.jpg)<br><br><br><br><br><br><hr> <br><br>The cheerful girl approached Hitomi which made her giggle, "Yeah thanks you look very sexy as well". She noticed the music and began singing her voice a bit deeper more like Amy Lee from Evanescence but she could copy the song pretty well. When Frankie asked for help however Hito nodded, "Yeah sure". She hummed following the crazy girl to the sounds, "I can play guitar and I know that song by heart" she giggled and placed her finger in front of her chin as if thinking, "I know a lot of other songs as well".<br><br>Hitomi was glad she had so many friends although she was reserved about her sexuality not a lot of people knew it because she was afraid of being judged by people. When a girl calls her sexy or something nice Hitomi's heart usually flutters with excitement. She looked at the girl and smiled, "Lot's of lovely sights to see huh?". She was trying to gauge if this girl was a Lesbian, Bisexual or straight, being called sexy always left her with the question that needed answer. "So what do you want me to do?" she giggled as she looked at all the cables and all the machines almost as if they were second nature to her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissFire</strong> on <strong>28-10-2014, 23:45:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i58.tinypic.com/121poxj.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Francoise "Frankie" Appledelhi <br><strong>Location:</strong> Par~Tay<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Isis, Hitomi, Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Crazy<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Costume<br><hr><br><em>"Oooh, baby. It's a date!"</em> said Francoise, grinning back at Izzy. When the brunette walked away, Frankie watched her head off, eyes watching that cute posterior of hers sway. Hitomi's words managed to snap her attention back and Frankie looked at the sexy devil as she walked up to the iPod and speaker setup. Laughing, she corrected the girl, <em>"Silly Hitomi-chan! That's not what I meant, girl! Think about iiiiiiitttttttt!"</em> she chimed, tossing the asian a little wink. Giving the girl a playful elbow, she headed off to stalk, er, follow Izzy to the food table. <br><br>The spread of snacks looked delicious and the only thing stopping Franny from piling one of everything on a plate was lack of plate space. For now, however, she settled with a slice of pizza, about half a dozen wings, and a drink to wash it all down with. She'd always been a big fan of spicy food so the wings, as bright orange as they were after soaking in Frank's Red Hot for a day, were both holiday appropriate and very tasty looking. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyron</strong> on <strong>05-11-2014, 03:24:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff7/HaruTokushima/Realistic%20Chars/Trent/3577005b-45f1-44e5-9000-10f38c10ea2b_zps1e37ead9.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Trent Wilde<br><strong>Location:</strong> Party<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Maggie, Isis, Emmie, Hitomi, open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Talk talk talk<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> N7 Armor, minus helmet (http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/5c/a3/18/5ca318d21885d2f5c97ee3ffa3b77043.jpg)<br><hr><br>The mission went smoothly so far. Three more jack-o-lanterns glowed from the candles within, and not a single threat showed itself--but wait! Something approached at three o'clock--a bunny. It looked like a friend, and Trent confirmed this when he saw the familiar face underneath the floppy ears. He smiled at Emmie as she approached. Like Miss H, she didn't recognize what the costume was from, but he didn't expect much different--Emmie didn't look like much of a gamer. He chuckled a little. "No--well, I am part machine, so you're kinda right. I'm Commander Shepard, first human Spectre." He fully turned toward her and saluted. "I like your costume, by the way."<br><br>Emmie started talking to Hitomi, so Trent returned to the task at hand. There was just one more pumpkin left. By the time he reached it, he heard Isis speak to him again. Her words almost surprised him, but it didn't stop the grin that spread across his face. "Really? What do you have it for? Maybe we could kick some Reaper butt sometime?"<br><br>Before he could get too wrapped up in the subject, he lit the candle and placed it in the jack-o-lantern. Almost as soon as he had, he saw Miss H approaching him. "Mission complete!" Trent held out the bag, letting her take one of the candles. "I'll set the rest in the lounge." He set off for his new destination by taking the few steps it took to get there. He set the bag on an endtable, hoping they would be okay there. Just as he turned around, the music cut off. Maggie spoke. Time to eat!<br><br>The aromas were so inviting. He was about to head over in the direction of the food, but Hitomi spoke to him. Trent made sure to keep his gaze above her shoulders. "Uh, yeah, yep, video game--Mass Effect." He smiled. "Halo's a pretty good guess, though. The armor does look like it could be from that. I, uh, like your costume." He tried not to sound uncomfortable when he complimented her, but he feared the emotion might have trickled out with his words. He did want to like the costume, but his upbringing made it hard to appreciate something so...revealing. Over the past few years, he was growing more comfortable with it, but it was still a work in progress.<br><br>Trent took the glass Hitomi handed him and listened to her toast. "Friendship!" he said with a grin before downing the shot. Now time for food. It all looked so good. Looking at it all, it almost made him feel bad. Everyone had brought something to the party, it seemed like. He wasn't much of a cook, and bringing something like veggies hadn't crossed his mind. But wait! He had candy! He could go grab that--no, wait, he remembered now; that bag had about five pieces left after his binge last night.<br><br>Okay, he wouldn't eat much. It wouldn't be fair. He decided on a little of Mrs. Holloway's chili. Once he had a bowl of it, he took a seat at the nearest table.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>05-11-2014, 21:37:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2010/320/9/0/sad_bunny_by_miss_mosh-d32zo4z.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Emmie Carter<br><strong>Location:</strong> Party @ Parker Commons<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Anyone, Everyone!<br><strong>Content:</strong> Bunny!<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See image.<br><hr><br>A grin curls her full, pink-glossed lips at Trent's compliment and she winks.&nbsp; "Thanks!&nbsp; It's a new design in my Latex Menagerie collection.&nbsp; It's probably more suited to wear at Easter, but the black cat costume is a little too revealing, not to mention I would freeze my tush off."&nbsp; She giggles and then takes a drink and lifts it for Hitomi's toast, delicately sipping the sake afterward and stepping back from the table to let the others have room to get their food.<br><br>Her eyes wander slowly, enjoying the sight of everyone in their costumes, as she waits patiently before getting herself a plate of her veggies, a few of the hot wings and a little chili, then carrying it over to a table to place it down and return for a drink before taking her seat.&nbsp; She crosses her legs neatly, tossing her head to flip her ears out of her face as she tries to decide what to eat first.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>13-11-2014, 04:55:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/cc/b8/8f/ccb88fa477ea0ab73d1caa294c312a7f.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Isis Hastings<br><strong>Location:</strong> Party!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Trent, Frankie, Emmie, open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Cheerful and chilly<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> http://www.polyvore.com/lynn_for_monica_vbd/set?id=126398596<br><hr><br>Isis glanced over at Trent before she started eating. "I have it for xbox 360, how 'bout you? Kicking some reaper butt with you sounds really fun, we'll have to set something up and if we start hanging out...you might gain a little weight. I cook and bake and everything for any kind of get together." She laughed softly with a smile. Trent was a really cool and sweet guy, she could see them becoming really good friends. She'd been looking for someone to play video games with anyways. Her whole video game thing had started with an ex-boyfriend, he hadn't liked the fact that she turned out to be better than him so he became sort of an ass to her. It wasn't long after that that she'd ended it.<br><br>Emmie's words caught her attention and she grinned. "Hm, I'll have to stop by the shop and see what you got. Latex is fun." After saying this, Isis got to work on eating the food on her piled up plate. Maybe her eyes had been bigger than her stomach but she never wasted food and she still had to try Mrs. Holloway's chili, it looked really good and smelled even better. She glanced over at Frankie while she was eating and smiled. Tonight would be fun, it'd also be the first time that she'd fooled around with anyone in the neighborhood. "It's been a while since I've dropped into your store, as well, I've been wanting to look for some more kick ass tunes. I need some for the bakery, but I usually use Pandora or something of the like."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>15-11-2014, 02:53:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/88/2b/7a/882b7a8e5773e2ce3bc7f8b7dcefca89.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Eiryn Grim<br><strong>Location:</strong> At da Partay, finally. <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All and Sundry<br><strong>Content:</strong> Socially Awkward is the New Cool<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Something Witchy This Way Comes. (http://41.media.tumblr.com/efec81c4668d854e1713032a3930c8e0/tumblr_nd9bf43l9x1tsaz7eo1_1280.jpg)<br><hr>"Dumbass," she thought to herself. "If you wear it because you <em>feel </em>it, it's Goth. If you wear it for a fucking stupid show-and-don't-tell, it's <em>lame</em>."&nbsp; Sighing, she settled the (fake) athame on her belt. She had <strong>no</strong> fragging clue why she was going to this thing- except she'd sorta half-promised Emmet she'd drop by and meet his sis. She had work that needed doing, and sleep that needed ignoring. On the other hand, she'd probably hear the music up in her flat anyway, so unless she ran for the loft instead, the party'd haunt her whether she was there or not. So, better to be a devil with people you don't know or...something equally crap.<br><br>At least being a 'witch' meant she could smoke. Magic herb, oh yass...Of course, she knew perfectly damn well the main reason she was down on the party was because she was single again, and parties sucked to be alone at, and sucked even worse as a place for meeting real people. And she wasn't any good at small talk, anyway. And some folks got creeped out by her art, and said so, and she got pissed off over it, and sorrow ensued...OK, that was several reasons. Plural. Fuckit.<br><br>At least she looked appropriately spooky, all pale skin and dark cloak. She'd show the flag, so to speak, long enough to not be written off as a<em> total</em> bitch, and then...go scare some trick-or-treaters to death, or something. That, at least, gave her a grin as she waited for the lift.<br><br>When she hit the green, there were fewer people than she had hoped- or feared.&nbsp; Too few meant you couldn't avoid them, too many meant it was a mob scene. At least it looked like the food had been set up. And, looking more closely, she saw there were a couple of extremely cute chicks parading around in outfits that could be cordially described as 'distracting'. So at least there was eye <strong>and </strong>stomach candy. OK.<br><br><em>Showtime. Swallow hard. Wish you hadn't had that last cup of coffee. Step out into the world and...</em><br><br>"Yo." She gave a very un-Servant-of-the-Horned-Man wave to whoever was closest, and started moving for the food table. With luck, there'd be some decent..."Oh, CRAP!"&nbsp; She'd bought a case of beer to kick in, and left it sitting on the table in her kitchenette. Didn't THAT just figure?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>15-11-2014, 16:49:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www1.pictures.zimbio.com/gi/Kirsten+Vangsness+9th+Annual+GLSEN+Respect+qMvnCXXAfDOl.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Maggie Holloway<br><strong>Location:</strong> The open grass area outside Parker Commons, Party!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Eiryn, Isis, Hitomi, Trent &amp; Emmie.<br><strong>Content:</strong> Just being friendly. <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Super-girl outfit (http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m77xuoOiWM1r9js4go1_500.jpg)<br><hr><br>Maggie took the glass that Hitomi handed her and drank the toast. "Woah, good stuff!" she grinned, then snuck up behind Emmie, gave the bunnie-girl a gentle pat on the behind. "Hi sweetie. Got one of those in my size?" she giggled. That was one of the interesting things about the bondage gear Emmie sold: it came in sizes from <em>reinforce your ceiling</em> to <em>I hope she's old enough</em>. Maggie had tried on a few things in there from time to time, herself.<br><br>She was half listening to the conversation between the two youngsters and shrugged. "Video games? Well, I guess I should try them some time. I'd probably be <em>reallty</em> bad at them!" With a wink at Trent and Isis, she turned just in time to see a dark cowled figure coming out of the building. "Well, who do we have here?"<br><br>The gregarious building manager wandered over to the mysterious figure and smiled. "Hi there", she returned the greeting, recognising the voice. "Eiryn, isn't it? Welcome to the party." Maggie took great pride in knowing all her tenants by name. "Help yourself to food, girl. Lord knows you need it, and there's plenty here." She chuckled. "I never understood the fascination with being skinny".<br><br>She wrapped an arm around the bony shoulders and guided the woman to the food. "I mean, I know it's part of being a strugling artist and all, but still." She smiled and began loading her own plate with food. One thing Maggie definitely could do was eat, and encourage others to eat too. <br><br>"Speaking of art, how do you fancy doing a painting for me?" Maggie grinned. She had a glint in her eye, that suggested there was something more to this request.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>15-11-2014, 18:05:52</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/88/2b/7a/882b7a8e5773e2ce3bc7f8b7dcefca89.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Eiryn Grim<br><strong>Location:</strong> At da Partay, finally. <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Maggie, Trent, drooling at Isis, and etc.<br><strong>Content:</strong> Socially Awkward is the New Cool<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Something Witchy This Way Comes. (http://41.media.tumblr.com/efec81c4668d854e1713032a3930c8e0/tumblr_nd9bf43l9x1tsaz7eo1_1280.jpg)<br><hr>"Hey, Maggie."&nbsp; Eiryn put up with the ribbing and the uninvited contact- even went so far as to plant a quick kiss on the building manager's cheek. They'd met a couple of times, in passing and in the office, and the glowery artist actually <em>liked</em> the heavyset woman, suspecting there was quite a bit of iron barely hidden under the dotty old auntie act.&nbsp; From another person, the commentary on her build might have drawn a bushel of snerk, but it was hard to get peeved at Maggie Holloway. Something about that cuddly exomorph personality, even if it was a truckload of put-on bullshit. Or maybe it was because she was the one who collected the rent? Not a good person to piss off. Either way, Eiryn just shrugged.<br><br>"I eat fine, babe- though I won't say no to some of those wings. Mom was even smaller'n me. Just fast metabolism, too much caffeine, and light bones." Piling a modest portion of wings and veg on her plate, she decided she couldn't let the painting comment go.&nbsp; That was one place no one got away with trespassing with her, ever.<br><br>"You ever even <strong>seen</strong> any of my stuff, Mags? Not the kind of shit you put up on the nursery wall, or leave sitting on your coffee table as a conversation starter, you know?" She kept her tone pleasant, but still managed to convey her feelings about her work and its place in her life and the world.&nbsp; meanwhile, she let her eyes wander a bit. The Japanese devil was very cute, but a bit too anime for her- though the idea for another painting was already forming, thanks to the girl's costume- she'd have to catch her later. Latex bondage bunny? Oooookay. Sure. Whatever tickles, she guessed. The crazy loud chick from the record shop was there, they had&nbsp; paassing acquaintance, and who the <em>fuck</em> was the amazing hot brunette in the multitone jumpsuit?? She looked vaguely familiar, but the neo-Goth's eyes were popping too much to be really sure.<br><br>"Hey, Shepard. Love your work," she smirked at Trent, before turning back to Maggie. "Especially your last one, where you blew up the galaxy, and shit." She was glad for the cloak- it was real velvet, and besides the gamecon refugee, she'd bet she was the only one not freezing her nips off. For sure the devil looked pretty perky. <em>And nommable</em>, she thought, but then crushed her libido back in its, dare she say, closet. "But if you're serious, hun, we can talk about what you had in mind," she said, returning her full attention to Maggie, genuinely curious what the manager had in mind.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Letrixia</strong> on <strong>15-11-2014, 19:07:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/d4/3e/16/d43e16b2241d1a7db792fcee22cd2e7c.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Hitomi Hiruma<br><strong>Location:</strong> Party!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everybody!<br><strong>Content:</strong> Let's make a toast!<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Sexy Devil (http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z_5fy7n9B9U/UsbOBQukA8I/AAAAAAAAJDQ/yI4ytRW-Y7s/s640/kapook_world-489397.jpg)<br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br>Hitomi didn't understood most of the things Americans says so when someone made a reference that she didn't understood she was left in the dark as always. When the gothic looking girl and the bunny arrived she could not help but to laugh, this party was going to be interesting. She decided to make it a bit more fun as she saw the equipment that was brought but decided to not touch it unless she had permission from the owner of course, she still had to be respectful towards the belongings of another person. Walking to Frankie she tapped her shoulder and smiled, "Frankie I was wondering if I could put some music with your equipment, don't worry I know how to use it and I will not damage it in any way shape or form. I just want to bring some life to the party and get some of this people dancing". She giggled and took her cellphone from her bag and showed her the list of music that she had which was a lot, "Good thing about being new to the USA is that you listen to a lot of new music".
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>15-11-2014, 19:42:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www1.pictures.zimbio.com/gi/Kirsten+Vangsness+9th+Annual+GLSEN+Respect+qMvnCXXAfDOl.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Maggie Holloway<br><strong>Location:</strong> The open grass area outside Parker Commons, Party!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Eiryn, open to anyone else to come say hi...<br><strong>Content:</strong> Just being friendly. <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Super-girl outfit (http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m77xuoOiWM1r9js4go1_500.jpg)<br><hr><br>"Honey, of course I've seen your art! Unless those aren't your paintings all around your apartment....?" Maggie was grinning as she dipped a wing into the blue cheese dressing and bit into the spicy flesh, stripping the bones clean in a few seconds. "I know it's not the sort of thing most people like, but... Well I'm not most people".<br><br>She smirked and popped a fork full of salad in her mouth, chewed a bit, swallowed, then washed it down with a swig from a bottle of Bud she'd picked up from the bar. "What I have in mind... I want something really shocking that I can hang on my wall, so when that ass-hole of a safety inspector comes calling I can see her Jesus-freak face go white".<br><br>A fork full of chilli followed the salad into her mouth and she gasped and almost coughed, quickly swallowing from the beer bottle. "Woah! Mom, you did a great job on the chilli, as usual!" Gabriel grinned and made a dismissive wave. Maggie turned back to the artist. "I want you to paint me in the nude!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>15-11-2014, 21:48:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2010/320/9/0/sad_bunny_by_miss_mosh-d32zo4z.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Emmie Carter<br><strong>Location:</strong> Party @ Parker Commons<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Anyone, Everyone!<br><strong>Content:</strong> Bunny!<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See image.<br><hr><br>Maggie's pat makes her wriggle her rump and she grins at the other blond, swirling a jicama stick through some of the creamy veggie dip on her plate.&nbsp; "Of course, Maggie!&nbsp; I'm tailoring the whole line for every body size and type.&nbsp; One of the main reasons I started it was to defy the foolish myth that only certain people look good in latex.&nbsp; Anyone can look good in it, if it's made correctly.&nbsp; It's just, up until now, most companies ignored anyone who wasn't of the size and shape that they considered 'latex appropriate'."&nbsp; She scoffs at the term and then crunches into the jicama stick, turning her attention to Isis.<br><br>"You would look amazing in the Cotton Candy Cheetah.&nbsp; It's a full body suit with ears and a tail, and it's cheetah-print, but instead of gold, brown and black, it's pink, blue and purple.&nbsp; Totally adorable.&nbsp; It would play off your skin, hair and eyes beautifully."&nbsp; She pauses and cocks her head, studying Isis thoughtfully.&nbsp; "Actually, if you are up for it, I think you would be perfect to model some of the outfits for the website and catalogue.&nbsp; Hitomi does it, and I do it, but I like to get a good range of models to show the way it looks on different body types.&nbsp; You and Maggie would be the perfect additions to give a good representation of the whole spectrum."&nbsp; She turns to Maggie and cocks a brow, grinning at her own brilliant idea.&nbsp; "What do you think?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>16-11-2014, 01:12:00</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/88/2b/7a/882b7a8e5773e2ce3bc7f8b7dcefca89.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Eiryn Grim<br><strong>Location:</strong> At da Partay, finally. <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Maggie, Emmie, drooling at Isis, and etc.<br><strong>Content:</strong> Socially Awkward is the New Cool<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Something Witchy This Way Comes. (http://41.media.tumblr.com/efec81c4668d854e1713032a3930c8e0/tumblr_nd9bf43l9x1tsaz7eo1_1280.jpg)<br><hr><br><em>A plain nudie?&nbsp; Seriously?&nbsp; The FUCK? OK...DON'T piss on the woman who administers your lease, girl.</em> Despite that resolution, if Maggie was half as perceptive as she'd have to be in her job, she'd catch the flare of nostrils that was not caused by the spice level of the wing Eiryn crammed in her mouth to block an overhasty retort. She chewed thoughtfully, before saying, in as neutral a manner as she could manage (not very), "Nothing shocking about that, girl."&nbsp; Another bite let her make the next suggestion without gagging. "If you're looking for boudoir portraits, not my thing, sorry. But I know a few people I can pass you along to. One of them even doesn't suck, though he's wasting his talent. on the crap he does."<br><br>Then, as it so often happened, the world shifted around her perceptions. The rubber bunny came back, and made a comment about Maggie in something called Cotton Candy Cheetah, and it clicked. Not fully, still work to do, but- "Look," she broke in. "If she dresses you-" she rolled her head towards Emmie- "I'll paint you. But it'll be what I see. You may not like it. And it won't be cheap."<br><br>Then the blonde doll was talking to the amazing brunette about modelling for her...<em>Oh, fuck. If she dresses <strong>you,</strong> I promise I'll do my best to peel it off you with my teeth...</em> Probably not even aware she was blushing a bit in the recesses of her hood, she gnawed viciously on a carrot stick to force down her overactive pulse.&nbsp; "Anyway.&nbsp; Hi, I'm Eiryn, by the way." That was to Rubberbunny.&nbsp; Then to Maggie: "If you're serious, call me, come by the loft. I only do reference photo stuff here, tax purposes, all that crap."&nbsp; She couldn't bring herself to look at her infatuation goddess- too easy to see her in something tight but revealing.<br><br>Damn. She'd been alone too long. Muttering something vaguely polite, she wandered towards the dessert table.&nbsp; Blinking, she noticed the heart-on-a-cake...and started to laugh, full out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>17-11-2014, 05:06:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/cc/b8/8f/ccb88fa477ea0ab73d1caa294c312a7f.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Isis Hastings<br><strong>Location:</strong> Party!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Maggie, Frankie, Trent, Eiryn, open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Cheerful and chilly<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> http://www.polyvore.com/lynn_for_monica_vbd/set?id=126398596<br><hr><br>Isis was happily chowing down on a piece of the pizza when Emmie mentioned something about a cotton candy cheetah outfit and she grinned. "That sounds totally awesome, I'll have to come try it on and whatnot sometime." It was then that she noticed the newcomer, her name was Eiryn or at least that's what Isis thought it was. She'd seen her around and she was a really talented artist, Isis dug her art. It wasn't run of the mill in any way and that was precisely what the brunette loved about it. Also, Isis found her attractive. Eiryn wasn't her usual type, well okay, truth be told, she didn't have any specific type. It was more about personality than looks, although looks helped tremendously.<br><br>She turned to Maggie and grinned about that comment about video games. "Oh, it's not that hard.I'm sure you'd be great. I could even give you some private lessons if you'd like." The look in Isis' eyes said that there could be more than playing video games going on there and the smirk on her face matched the look in her eyes. Her attention turned back Emmie and she smiled brightly. "I would absolutely love to model for you, it'd be a lot of fun." Isis found it hard to believe that had once been her greatest aspiration in life; to be a model but that was before she'd been kicked out and pretty much cut off. The look on Eiryn's face after Emmie mentioned it though, made her blush a bit herself. <br><br>Isis stood and walked over to the bar to grab herself a glass of whiskey. Taking a sip of the brown liquid, she smiled. The burn was always a good feeling. That's when she heard Eiryn's laughter upon looking at the cake. She stepped over and smiled. "Should I take that as a compliment?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>17-11-2014, 11:19:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www1.pictures.zimbio.com/gi/Kirsten+Vangsness+9th+Annual+GLSEN+Respect+qMvnCXXAfDOl.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Maggie Holloway<br><strong>Location:</strong> The open grass area outside Parker Commons, Party!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Eiryn, Isis, Emmie<br><strong>Content:</strong> Flirty at Forty. <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Super-girl outfit (http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m77xuoOiWM1r9js4go1_500.jpg)<br><hr><br>Okay, this was getting interesting. Clearly the skinny artist wasn't interested in her, but the baker and the BDSM shop owner both seemed to be. Maggie wondered whether either of them were trying to get their rent reduced. No, that was unworthy. Although for the right young lady she would quite happily do so.<br><br>She shrugged at Eiryn's comment. "Well, okay, if you don't want the commission", she shook her head, then grinned at Isis and Emmie. "Oh hell, yeah, I'd love to model some of that stuff. Especially some of those ..." She paused and leaned closer to Emmie, murmured the words "Breast bondage things", into her ear. She was blushing when she pulled away.<br><br>"TRICK OR TREAT?" the cry came from the gate out onto the street. <br><br>Maggie looked up and grinned. "Oh, such little darlings!" she grabbed a big bucket full of candy and hurried over to the gate, checking to see that Hitomi wasn't anywhere that the youngsters could see her clearly.&nbsp; The kids all grabbed candy and she offered the adults with them a drink, but was declined. The small party of trick-or-treaters headed off towards one of the more affluent areas where pickings would be better.<br><br>Maggie turned and headed back into the party, grabbed Emmie and said "Dance with me, bunny-girl!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>18-11-2014, 05:14:45</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/88/2b/7a/882b7a8e5773e2ce3bc7f8b7dcefca89.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Eiryn Grim<br><strong>Location:</strong> At da Partay, finally. <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Isis's heart (cake) and anyone else.<br><strong>Content:</strong> Baker's Anatomy.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Something Witchy This Way Comes. (http://41.media.tumblr.com/efec81c4668d854e1713032a3930c8e0/tumblr_nd9bf43l9x1tsaz7eo1_1280.jpg)<br><hr><br>Eiryn started as the quiet voice came from behind her, almost froze when she turned and saw who it was. But goddamit, the cake was <strong>clever</strong>, and the girl deserved to hear it. "You should, yeah." Awkwardly she grinned, fortunately somewhat shield by her <em>(still dumbass)</em> heavy witch's cloak. "It's funny as hell, and really well done.<br><br>Turning back to the cake made her feel more comfortable- they could talk, one artist to another, and one person with a weird head and sense of humor to another, without Eiryn feeling like she was lecching.&nbsp; The casual pickup thing had never worked out well for her, so it was good to have something else to focus on. "Aside from the fact that it's just wicked original, the anatomy's great. The flow of the icing, the roses." Leaning in, she peered closely at the heart. "What's the damn thing <em>made</em> of?"&nbsp; She glanced over the rest of the table. "The cookies're nice, clean work, but the cake takes...the cake. OK, that was exponentially lame, sorry."<br><br>Somewhat calmed, she turned to face her conversation partner. Without her pulse going up, this time. Work was so much safer ground. "I'm Eiryn." Rebalancing her plate, she offered a hand. Tossing her head at the desserts, she asked, "This what you do full-time, or is it a way to put a band-aid on your soul after a week at a shit dead-end job in a place you'd rather torch than spend another minute in?"<br><br><em>Smooth, Grim. Real smooth. Well, at least you're being true Goth inside your faux little shell.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>21-11-2014, 12:22:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/cc/b8/8f/ccb88fa477ea0ab73d1caa294c312a7f.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Isis Hastings<br><strong>Location:</strong> Party!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Eiryn, open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Cheerful and chilly<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> http://www.polyvore.com/lynn_for_monica_vbd/set?id=126398596<br><hr><br>Isis smiled at Eiryn's reaction to the desserts, the cake had done its job nicely. She liked it when people complimented her handiwork. "Thanks, sugar. I had a few more ideas but when I saw something of the like online, I knew I could do better and make it my own. Took damn near half a day and all night though. Kind of a perfectionist." She cocked her head to the side to get a better look at the artist and smiled slightly. "Nice costume, by the way. I had a few different ideas for mine but considering this is Chicago and not Savannah....I would have frozen my ass off so I went with something that covered more." She laughed.<br><br>"The heart was the tricky part, it took me a little bit to figure how to get it to stay put and whatnot. The outside is rice crispy, the inside is solid cake with raspberry filling." Isis beamed at her masterpiece.<br><br>"The name's Isis, nice to meet ya Eiryn." She took the offered hand and shook it firmly. One of the things you learn in a family like hers was the power of a good handshake. "Full-time. I couldn't imagine having a boring job, but considering the fact that my aspiration growing up was the whole model thing, I suppose that could have gotten boring so I switched to baking. I own Sinfully Sweet. You should stop by sometime." She grinned a bit. "You paint, right?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyron</strong> on <strong>22-11-2014, 05:25:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff7/HaruTokushima/Realistic%20Chars/Trent/3577005b-45f1-44e5-9000-10f38c10ea2b_zps1e37ead9.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Trent Wilde<br><strong>Location:</strong> Party<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Maggie, Isis, Emmie, Eiryn, open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Talk talk talk<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> N7 Armor, minus helmet (http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/5c/a3/18/5ca318d21885d2f5c97ee3ffa3b77043.jpg)<br><hr><br>Emmie's words had made Trent chuckle. "Right!" he had said. "The bunny's still nice. Besides, black cats are unlucky, right? And you don't want to curse anyone, do you?" He had smiled. "You're doing real good work."<br><br>Mrs. Holloway did make the best chili. Trent could remember the first time he had it, shortly after he moved in. He had been in love with it ever since. And it was perfect for a night like tonight. He had been about to take his first bite when Isis spoke to him. He smiled when she said what system she had Mass Effect for, and when she mentioned weight gain, he glanced down at his stomach. He chuckled. "That sounds great to me. I couldn't turn down anything you baked. I have it for the 360, too--and the PC." He smiled a bit sheepishly. "I started on the 360, but I wanted to move to the PC, but I didn't want to lose my first Shepard, so...yeah."<br><br>Miss H chimed in. Trent laughed. He was about to respond after Isis, but just as he opened his mouth, the meaning behind Isis' words registered with his brain, so he changed his mind. He hadn't wanted to intrude or anything. He turned his head, his gaze finding its way back to his bowl, but it still wasn't time for him to eat yet: someone else spoke to him. He looked up, chuckling. "Thanks! I try my best." Trent glanced at what Eiryn was wearing. "I like your cloak."<br><br>Conversation drifted to other topics between the partygoers. Having the opportunity to, Trent shoveled down the chili, originally not meaning to be so...quick about it, but as soon as the first spoonful spilled over his tastebuds, he realized how empty his stomach truly was. He couldn't help himself. It had a kick, but it was so good. Although, he quickly realized that he had forgotten a drink. He left the table in search of one, originally going for water, but he decided on beer instead, inwardly promising he wouldn't get too carried away, like he had other times before, but this time he meant it. Of course, things often went...bad when he got a little too drunk. He didn't want that happening tonight. When he returned to his seat, Trent finished off the last two mouthfuls. The little he had was hardly enough, but he wouldn't get any more. It wouldn't have been right.<br><br>Trent looked around. Everyone was off in their own little groups right now. Deciding he didn't want to interfere, at least not right now, he gulped down some of his beer and distracted himself with his phone, wanting to see if any of his other friends texted him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>24-11-2014, 17:09:05</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/88/2b/7a/882b7a8e5773e2ce3bc7f8b7dcefca89.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Eiryn Grim<br><strong>Location:</strong> At da Partay, finally. <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Isis and anyone with a sweet tooth<br><strong>Content:</strong> Baker's Anatomy.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Something Witchy This Way Comes. (http://41.media.tumblr.com/efec81c4668d854e1713032a3930c8e0/tumblr_nd9bf43l9x1tsaz7eo1_1280.jpg)<br><hr>The intensity of the handshake didn't draw much of a reaction from Eiryn one way or another- her own hands were rough enough from years of splinters from stretchers, laptop keys, and who knew what kinds of chemicals and pigments that she didn't worry about if she had a 'manly' handshake or not. Her skin said she worked for a living, worked hard, and that was enough.<br><br>"Rice crispies, huh? Well, the shit needs to be good for <em>something</em>...seriously, though. Wicked clever. I like." Letting go of Isis' hand, a tiny bit reluctantly, she looked down at her robes and chuckled. "Oh, Jesus, this thing? Leavin' out the whole stupidity of a Goth dressing as a storybook witch- a friend made this for me, while back. Theater dude." Ruefully, she grinned. "About three weeks before a fight that involved our roomies callin' the cops, and me tossing a shiitton of his junk out a window. Was a great theater piece."<br><br>Sighing, she thought about exactly how to respond to the inevitable 'you paint?' Well, she was also imagining Isis dressed in a lot less, maybe by the light of about 500 candles, but...so much of the time, that question was followed by 'but what do you do for a <em>job</em>?, but this didn't feel like that.&nbsp; So she switched off the snerk circuit (third time tonight, she was on a roll!), and shrugged.<br><br>"I call my stuff mixed media, because I do a lot of paint-on-photo and stuff, but yeah, it's still mostly painting. In between tending bar, delivering crap Chinese food, some studio modelling...I do a little sculpture, too, but I haven't really got my head around true 3-d yet, so most of it's pretty crap." She grinned "Cute name for a shop. I've been by, haven't bee in yet. Maybe I should, at that."&nbsp; She hoped that sounded neutral enough, not horny and desperate.&nbsp; Isis was hotter than the hinges on the doors of Hell, and more important, she was creative and proud of her work.&nbsp; Sure, she'd probably be a great fuck- assuming she rolled that way (which, given where they were hanging, she almost assuredly did, but assuming got you smacked)- but Eiryn was getting too old for 'grab ass and call you sometime.'&nbsp; Coming across too hard would either scare the chick off, or turn it into something she didn't want.<br><br>Of course, she'd get another painting or six out of it, if that happened. She always did.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>30-11-2014, 04:54:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/cc/b8/8f/ccb88fa477ea0ab73d1caa294c312a7f.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Isis Hastings<br><strong>Location:</strong> Party!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Eiryn, open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Cheerful and chilly<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> http://www.polyvore.com/lynn_for_monica_vbd/set?id=126398596<br><hr><br>"Thanks, I'm pretty proud of it." Isis smiled brightly and nodded. "In the mornings, it's a bakery/coffee shop and I serve wine from about 5 til close. You should totally come by sometime. Fair warning though, I drink a bit too much espresso before opening so I'm kinda all over the fucking place." <br><br>"If I could've gotten my hands on the material and shit, I'd totally have played close to my Georgia roots and come as Scarlett O'Hara." Isis laughed. When Eiryn mentioned her theater dude friend and what had happened, Isis laughed softly. "I can't say anything against that, I kinda went all Carrie Underwood on an ex-girlfriend's car. It's a long story and happened a while back." She shrugged a bit. <br><br>"That sounds pretty awesome." She replied when Eiryn spoke of her work. "It took me forever and a day to figure out how to do 3-D stuff when baking, I'm sure you'll get the hang of it. Isis realized that she didn't know much about this woman at all. "This question goes against everything I was taught while growing up, but how old are you? I'm 22....er...23. Today's my birthday." Isis glanced towards Frankie and smiled before looking back at Eiryn.. "You wanna come sit with us?" She wanted to get to know Eiryn better and felt bad for leaving Frankie alone.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>30-11-2014, 16:15:01</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/88/2b/7a/882b7a8e5773e2ce3bc7f8b7dcefca89.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Eiryn Grim<br><strong>Location:</strong> At da Partay, finally. <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Isis and anyone with a sweet tooth<br><strong>Content:</strong> Trying to be social, and refusing to sing in public!<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Something Witchy This Way Comes. (http://41.media.tumblr.com/efec81c4668d854e1713032a3930c8e0/tumblr_nd9bf43l9x1tsaz7eo1_1280.jpg)<br><hr>"Seriously?" <em>Girlfriend. Ex. Good. Means I'm not totally SOL...focus, Grim.</em> Eiryn chuckled and finally flipped down her heavy velvet hood, uncovering her streak-dyed hair, and the large dangle (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing?.out=jpg&amp;size=l&amp;tid=121427075) in her left ear. The motion also revealed the &nbsp;Victorian choker (https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/shopping?q=tbn:ANd9GcQq61W2nyzcjlOqKFQb3AVIeQRZJvvawrK_BApXWVme7GMwQ5DrpXqYtt_cTdKiF4Z6vUXN7wqO&amp;usqp=CAE) around her neck, which had sort of blended in with the unrelieved black of her outfit. "Well, happy fuckin' birthday, Isis. Who's spanking you tonight?"&nbsp; Inwardly, she winced. It was a joke she could have made with any of her queer friends- but with a total stranger, it came across as a terrible pickup line. "Sorry. Mouth before brain, as always. Anyway- I got ten years on you. But the hair dye means it doesn't show."<br><br>She followed the goddess' glance, saw Frankie, tried not to grimace.&nbsp; It wasn't that she didn't<em> like</em> the girl- they saw each other every few months when the artist dropped by for new working music- Eiryn just figured she had enough crazy in her own damn head without adding other folks'. On the other hand, today seemed to be a good day so far for not being a bitch, so snubbing her neighbor would really suck. Third hand (in case you needed one, and some times she did), Isis seemed to want to hang, soooo...she shrugged. "Sure. Let me find a drink- an' for the record, there is no such fuckin' thing as too much coffee. Any time of day. For me, morning starts when I stop sleeping. Assuming I ever got to sleep in the first place." A light, hopefully neutral touch on Isis' arm encouraged her to wait a second while the Goth hunted up a beer, or a glass of lemonade, or a fire hose...anything to slow down her pulse.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Letrixia</strong> on <strong>30-11-2014, 19:32:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/d4/3e/16/d43e16b2241d1a7db792fcee22cd2e7c.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Hitomi Hiruma<br><strong>Location:</strong> Party!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Alone and Cold<br><strong>Content:</strong> Wanting to have a bit of warmth<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Sexy Devil (http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z_5fy7n9B9U/UsbOBQukA8I/AAAAAAAAJDQ/yI4ytRW-Y7s/s640/kapook_world-489397.jpg)<br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br>Hito began to really feel the coldness of the night as she looked around and decided to just go inside for a little bit. Walking inside the apartment she sat down on the first free chair that she saw and began rubbing her body with her hands trying to get some heat into her body. "Why did I ever agreed to do this darn thing..." she sighed and looked around at the people having fun outside before smiling. She needed a warm bath, who knew perhaps she would leave early and get the bath with a good cup of wine. She grinned and nodded to herself, here she thought of getting a girl home for the night when in reality she would most likely be going on home alone. She looked at her shaking and old hands and rubbed them with each other.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>08-12-2014, 05:25:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/cc/b8/8f/ccb88fa477ea0ab73d1caa294c312a7f.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Isis Hastings<br><strong>Location:</strong> Party!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Eiryn, open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Cheerful and chilly<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> http://www.polyvore.com/lynn_for_monica_vbd/set?id=126398596<br><hr><br>"Louisville Slugger and everything." Isis shrugged a bit and smiled slightly. Her temper was rarely quick, it took a lot to make her snap but when she'd had enough...she did just that, snapped. That's what had happened with that whole fiasco. Thankfully, no charges had been pressed. She raised a delicate eyebrow at Eiryn's next words but grinned a bit. "Thanks, I guess. I don't really celebrate them much anymore. Call me jaded...that's a whole 'nother story though." It wasn't often that Isis was thrown for a loop, but this woman kinda did just that. She didn't really know what to say but, as always, words came out before she even really thought about them. "It's cool, my mind can't stop my mouth sometimes either. I already have plans tonight, but maybe some other time." A bright smile crossed her lips. The reaction that some people had towards her always sort of surprised her. Isis could be a little cocky, at times, but sometimes she didn't see what all the fuss was.<br><br>Isis waited until Eiryn was ready, noticing Hitomi walking inside the building...she was gonna invite the girl to join them but she'd already walked inside. She led Eiryn over to where she'd been sitting. "Y'all probably already know each other, but just in case, Frankie...Eiryn. Eiryn...Frankie." She settled back down into her seat, the glass of whiskey set down beside the bottle of water she'd grabbed.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>11-12-2014, 15:01:59</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/88/2b/7a/882b7a8e5773e2ce3bc7f8b7dcefca89.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Eiryn Grim<br><strong>Location:</strong> At da Partay, finally. <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Isis, Frankie, open<br><strong>Content:</strong> loosening up a bit<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Something Witchy This Way Comes. (http://41.media.tumblr.com/efec81c4668d854e1713032a3930c8e0/tumblr_nd9bf43l9x1tsaz7eo1_1280.jpg)<br><hr>A beer in each hand, Eiryn came back to Isis and followed her to where Frankie was sitting. The rear view was just as rewarding as the front; the baker was a little more statuesque than Eiryn's usual 'type', but types didn't mean shit anyway, only how you reacted to a person. And oh, sister, was she reacting to Isis...<em>DOWN, girl.</em><br><br>Frankie got a lopsided grin and a friendly nod. "Yeah, we bounce off each other every so often. Usually, though, girl, you're running around like a rabid squirrel. Never really talked much. So...Happy, Halloween, I guess, if it's your thing." The artist plopped herself across from Isis- so she wouldn't have to stare, and just far enough from Frankie to be able to look at the record shop owner without breaking her neck turning sideays. hey, she had some manners, they were just...unpolished!<br><br>And then...she sat, not really sure how to go about socializing effectively with a stranger who had her so hot she could barely breathe, and an acquaintance who was even twitchier than she herself was. Beer. Beer was good. She opened a beer, and took a deep swig. "Damn." American. "I had a bunch of Konigsberg and a big Ommegang to bring down, and I forgot 'em. Still sittin' on my kitchen table." <em>Yeah, OK...so <strong>that</strong> didn't sound like a lameass pickup line, not at all. Christ, Grim.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>29-12-2014, 10:15:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www1.pictures.zimbio.com/gi/Kirsten+Vangsness+9th+Annual+GLSEN+Respect+qMvnCXXAfDOl.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Maggie Holloway<br><strong>Location:</strong> The open grass area outside Parker Commons, Party!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Hitomi<br><strong>Content:</strong> Slight disappointment <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Super-girl outfit (http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m77xuoOiWM1r9js4go1_500.jpg)<br><hr><br>After Emmie left the part early, Maggie circulated a bit, chatting to people. She noticed that Eiryn seemed to be getting on well with Isis, but the young Japanese devil-girl was standing around looking cold and shivering. Being the motherly sort (in spite of having no desire whatever to become a mother), Maggie took pity on her.<br><br>"You poor thing! Hitomi, isn't it? I did try to warn you that you'd freeze in that outfit! Come on sugar, let's get you warmed up!" And with that she wrapped the slim yet buxom oriental woman in a massive bear hug, squishing their most obvious assets together. She grinned as she cuddled the younger woman. "Brrr! You're freezing, child! Look, I'm not exactly warm myself. Let's pop inside my apartment and I'll make you a nice hot cup of chocolate?" She smiled and smoothed the young woman's hair out of her face. "And then maybe, if you feel like it, I could get you out of that very sexy but very cold costume and warm you up properly?"<br><br>Maggie blushed a little. She wasn't good at chat-up lines, which was partly why she was single, and also why she tended to drink a little too much at parties. "I'm not exactly warm myself... I could do with a hot drink too. Come on".<br><br>So saying, she wrapped one arm around Hitomi's waist and led her gently towards the door to her apartment.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Letrixia</strong> on <strong>29-12-2014, 19:35:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/d4/3e/16/d43e16b2241d1a7db792fcee22cd2e7c.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Hitomi Hiruma<br><strong>Location:</strong> Party!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Alone and Cold<br><strong>Content:</strong> Wanting to have a bit of warmth<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Sexy Devil (http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z_5fy7n9B9U/UsbOBQukA8I/AAAAAAAAJDQ/yI4ytRW-Y7s/s640/kapook_world-489397.jpg)<br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br>Hitomi was about to leave when the woman in charge of the party approached her and hugged her. The big breasts from the woman poked her back which made Hitomi blush, her cheeks becoming pink were the only thing warm on her body. The words from the woman hit Hito perfectly, she could certainly use something warm herself and who knows what else would they be able to do. Not fighting as the woman placed her arms around her shoulders Hito followed her inside her apartment, “S...Sure I could use some warmth”. <br><br>Still not used to how some American's talked and their meanings for some words she took it to face value not realizing that the woman was that drunk. Hito had low tolerance reason why she didn't drank much but what she did drink left her very easily targetable for suggestions. She would not mind thought sleeping with a beautiful woman such as her was something that she never lost the opportunity to do. She giggled and nodded as she left the outside of the party while being escorted by the beautiful and very attractive older woman.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>02-01-2015, 08:59:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www1.pictures.zimbio.com/gi/Kirsten+Vangsness+9th+Annual+GLSEN+Respect+qMvnCXXAfDOl.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Maggie Holloway<br><strong>Location:</strong> Her kitchen<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Hitomi<br><strong>Content:</strong> Hot Chocolate (the drink not the 70s soul group)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Super-girl outfit (http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m77xuoOiWM1r9js4go1_500.jpg)<br><hr><br>Maggie led the young woman through into her kitchen and and directed her to sit at the kitchen table. One of the advantages of being building manager was she had probably the nicest apartment of the lot, being on the ground floor and having some extra space, plus the addition of an office that was accessible both from the apartment and the main lobby, in place of the second bedroom.<br><br>The kitchen was well appointed and comfortably warm, after the chill outside. Maggie filled a saucepan with milk and set it on the stove, then pulled two mugs out of a cupboard. She found the jar of chocolate powder and spooned a generous amount into each mug, then turned to a spice rack and selected a jar. "Secret ingredient", she told Hitomi with a grin. "Cinnamon. Just a dash." She shook a little of the orange-brown powder into each mug.<br><br>While she waited for the milk to heat up, Maggie decided to be bold. She took a seat next to Hitomi at her table and reached out to twirl the young woman's hair in her fingers. "So, do you like living here? I've seen you around, but I don't think we've spoken much". She tucked the other woman's hair behind the small delicate ear, which she began stroking gently.<br><br><em>My god, Maggie, what are you doing?</em> Part of her was saying. <em>This girl is young enough to be your daughter...!</em> But it had been long enough since the last time Maggie got laid that she was quite willing to totally ignore that particular voice.<br><br>She stood up again and turned the milk off just as it was about to start boiling, the ring of foam just beginning to appear at the edge of the pan. Pouring the milk into the two mugs took a matter of moments and she quickly stirred the chocolate in as she did so. "Here we go. One last thing." Maggie went to the fridge and pulled out a can of whipped cream, squirting a generous cone of the stuff on the top of each drink. She grinned as she sucked the nozzle clean then rinsed it under the tap. "Plenty left... if whipped cream is your thing", she giggled and blushed a little. She hadn't played with whipped cream in a loooooong time! She slipped the can back into the fridge, then picked up the two mugs off the counter and resumed her seat at the kitchen table, placing one mug in front of each of them.<br><br>Time to be bold again, Maggie! She sipped her own drink, getting cream on her nose, and placed her free hand on Hitomi's thigh. The skin was still chilled under her palm, and she began stroking gently at the sensitive inner surface, in the hope that the young Asian woman would spread her legs wider. Of course if they clamped firmly together, Maggie would take that as a no and pull her hand away.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Letrixia</strong> on <strong>02-01-2015, 19:02:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/d4/3e/16/d43e16b2241d1a7db792fcee22cd2e7c.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Hitomi Hiruma<br><strong>Location:</strong> Party!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Alone and Cold<br><strong>Content:</strong> Wanting to have a bit of warmth<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Sexy Devil (http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z_5fy7n9B9U/UsbOBQukA8I/AAAAAAAAJDQ/yI4ytRW-Y7s/s640/kapook_world-489397.jpg)<br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br>Hitomi entered the bigger apartment and decided to look around while she made her way to the kitchen. The entire place was decorated as that of a single woman which was to no surprise to Hitomi since her place was decorated more or less the same way. Arriving to the kitchen she noticed the woman starting to prepare some hot chocolate just as she said she would. Nowdays it was very hard to find a person that she could trust especially with her working in the adult store. She saw her sparkle some cinnamon and then whip cream, she did remembered the last time she used it to be naughty and had a lot of fun with it.<br><br><br>However when she came and left the cup in front of her Hitomi quickly grabbed it and started taking a sip from it not knowing that some whip cream was left on top of her nose. She closed her eyes as soon as the warm hand made contact with her cold skin, it felt really good and she haven't had a woman touch her there in a few months so she was pent up. Biting her lip she slowly spread her legs wide giving her access to her inner thigh and more things a little bit higher up. Her warm hand felt really good and if things were going the way she thought she would go home very happy tonight. She smiled at Maggie and blushed as she bit her lower lip hoping that she would keep going.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>04-01-2015, 18:45:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www1.pictures.zimbio.com/gi/Kirsten+Vangsness+9th+Annual+GLSEN+Respect+qMvnCXXAfDOl.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Maggie Holloway<br><strong>Location:</strong> Her kitchen<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Hitomi<br><strong>Content:</strong> Fondling<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Super-girl outfit (http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m77xuoOiWM1r9js4go1_500.jpg)<br><hr><br>"Oh god!" Maggie spoke aloud, her warm hand creeping up the soft, chilled flesh of Hitomi's inner thigh, until she encountered the cloth of the girl's shorts. "Look, I... I'm not sure how to go about this. I don't usually invite pretty young women into my apartment and seduce them with warm drinks on cold nights..."<br><br>The building manager was blushing madly, her face heated and the blood singing in her ears. "If... If you want to stop, you just say, okay?" Her eyes wandered down to the girl's exposed cleavage, then back up to her face. She grinned. "You've got cream on your nose... Shame to waste it!"<br><br>Maggie has sobered up rather quickly, now she was in the warm and doing something that actually scared her out of her wits, but she had started the seduction and Hitomi was not objecting at all, in fact so far the girl had given Maggie nothing but come-on signals. The older woman leaned forward and took the tip of that cute little nose in her mouth, sucked the cream off. As she did, she moved her hand to cup the little devil's crotch from outside her clothing. She leaned back again and smiled. "I'm not exactly young anymore, but I do know how to please a girl..."<br><br>She sipped at her chocolate again, enjoying the warm sweetness as it flowed down inside her. The hand cupping Hitome's crotch began to move gently, the fingers stroking softly against the soft warm folds.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Letrixia</strong> on <strong>04-01-2015, 19:08:47</strong>
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				She shook her head “if I wanted you to stop I would had told you already”. She bit her lip as she felt the hand brushing against her thighs, the warm hand touching her cold skin felt great and she wanted more of it. Biting her lip as the hand moved over her crotch Hitomi could not help but to giggle, “That means your more experienced than I”. She really had no care about the age of the other person as long as they knew what they were doing. Older people had more experience that was the simple fact of the world. She really didn't care what she did, Hitomi wasn't going anywhere at least not tonight. “Why don't we move this to a more private room?” she would hate someone walking in on them just when things heat up.<br><br>Hitomi didn't move however instead she spread her legs even more for the older woman. “Mmmm unless you want to be walked on when things get good” she grinned moving her hands up to her breasts and grabbing the woman's free hand and moving it to her other breasts giving her all the permission that she needed. There was no other way she could think of to tell the other woman to keep on going, to advance what she was doing and to take Hitomi to heaven, the the little sexy devil to heaven. Woman were so much better than man in a lot of ways, they knew all the weak points and knew how to reach them unlike men who most of them were dumb on how to actually find the G-spot in a girl. She moved the womans hands under her top to let her directly touch her breast, “So... do we move or want to do it here and risk others in joining?”.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>05-01-2015, 10:00:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www1.pictures.zimbio.com/gi/Kirsten+Vangsness+9th+Annual+GLSEN+Respect+qMvnCXXAfDOl.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Maggie Holloway<br><strong>Location:</strong> Her kitchen, moving to the bedroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Hitomi<br><strong>Content:</strong> Fondling<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Less all the time<br><hr><br>"Oh god, oh god, oh god! You really want to do this..." I wasn't a question. Maggie was suddenly more turned on than she had been in a long while, and feeling totally clear-headed and sober. Suddenly she was giggling, even as her hands explored the young woman's body. "It's been such a long time, I just hope I can remember what to do!"<br><br>Hitomi's concern about someone else joining them was probably justified. She glanced out through the kitchen door at the party going on. "Well, it does make it more exciting... but if the owners found out that I was holding lesbian orgies in my apartment they might not like it!" Maggie shrugged. The door was closed to keep the warmth in but the party could still be heard and the light inside the kitchen meant that anyone looking in would see the two of them there. <br><br>Maggie extracted her hands and finished her drink. "Come on..." She led her new friend from the kitchen into the living room, and then into the bedroom. As she did, she was wriggling out of the supergirl costume. "Right, my sweetie, uh... Oh god, this is so exciting!" She almost squee'd as she pulled the drapes closed and managed to loose the last little bit of her costume. <br><br>Maggie stood, stark naked now except for her glasses, and gazed in awe at the sexy young woman in her bedroom. Her nipples were a deep red and stood out hard, with the metal rings she wore in them. her skin was a pale cream with the occasional freckle. Her belly button was hidden in the soft folds of her belly, not too flabby but certainly not as slim as Hitome. Ner mound was covered in a thin fuzz of dark blonde hair. She clambered onto the big double bed that was spread with a feather quilt in a cotton cover in simple pale pink, with under-sheet and pillowcases the same. Maggie flipped the quilt to one side and waited for Hitome to join her under it before pulling it up to cover them both.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Letrixia</strong> on <strong>05-01-2015, 19:44:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/d4/3e/16/d43e16b2241d1a7db792fcee22cd2e7c.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Hitomi Hiruma<br><strong>Location:</strong> Party!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Alone and Cold<br><strong>Content:</strong> Wanting to have a bit of warmth<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Birthday suit<br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br>Hitomi looked at the girl as a sudden panic attack or at least what seemed to be a panic attack started. She wasn't the only one nervous about sleeping with a girl, each time Hitomi did it she was nervous because nobody knew the consequences even a one night stand with a person could have. She could not help but to giggle as Maggie thought on Hitomi's comment, she looked down at her hand which disappeared between her legs and under her skirt, her warm hand felt great against her cold skin. Finally as Maggie grabbed her hand and started walking to the bedroom Hitomi followed without speaking just enjoying the sight of the older woman curves and ass. <br><br>Her bedroom was very warm and Hitomi started stripping herself as her new friend stripped herself as well. Hitomi had the classical characteristics of an Asian girl, her breasts were smaller than Maggies but still a bit bigger than a normal Asian girl. Her figure was still there obviously she took very good care of her body, a small piercing on her shaved clit showed that she did have a wild side to her. Her nipples were small and very delicate or so it seemed. The tattoo of a small devil on her navel was now seen by the woman, little by little Hitomi was changing her own body looks to feet how she felt inside.<br><br>Biting her lip she crawled up the bed and laid down right next to Maggie. She grinned before placing both hands by her sides and looking at the blonde woman, “Well now you have me on your bed and I am more than willing to do anything you desire and more” she leaned to her side and gently kissed the lips of the woman before opening her mouth and pushing her tongue inside. Hitomi would be the dominant person tonight unless that is Maggie&nbsp; would make it better for her. She would gladly give the reings to the other woman. With a grin she bit the other woman's lower lip, “Mmmm you taste good...” she giggled and began kissing the woman's neck softly giving her time to get turned on and let her continue or take reigns and control of the night.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>06-01-2015, 10:25:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www1.pictures.zimbio.com/gi/Kirsten+Vangsness+9th+Annual+GLSEN+Respect+qMvnCXXAfDOl.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Maggie Holloway<br><strong>Location:</strong> Her kitchen, moving to the bedroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Hitomi<br><strong>Content:</strong> This post contains flashing images... No, wait, wrong warning! Oh well, too late. *winks*<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> A Smile!<br><hr><br>Maggie was just a little bit surprised when the younger woman took the initiative and kissed her passionately. Her breath was gone in an instant. "Oh godddddd!" She moaned, grinning. "You taste pretty good yourself. Must be the chocolate!" She giggled again. her hands began to play with Hitomi's breasts, gently squeezing and kneading them, thumbs finding and caressing the nipples. She turned her head as the girl began kissing and nibbling her neck. "Mmmnnn! That's nice!" It wasn't that she didn't like having the girl take charge, she just hadn't expected it.<br><br>Maggie was actually a little bet relieved now. If Hitomi had remained passive, she might have been at something of a loss for what to do next. Oh sure, she'd had sex before, but always with a more dominant partner - hence the nipple piercings. Lying on her side facing Hitomi somehow felt wrong, so she rolled onto her back. "Do anything I desire?" She mused. "Hmm... It's been such a long time since anyone has touched me except me... and my plastic pal... Why don't you do what you want, and I'll follow your lead?"<br><br>The older woman smiled shyly at her new lover and plated with the long darks locks, twirling them around her fingers. "Do whatever you like to me..." She offered, with a blush.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Letrixia</strong> on <strong>06-01-2015, 19:26:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/d4/3e/16/d43e16b2241d1a7db792fcee22cd2e7c.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Hitomi Hiruma<br><strong>Location:</strong> Party!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Alone and Cold<br><strong>Content:</strong> Wanting to have a bit of warmth<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Birthday suit<br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br>Hitomi looked at the other girl and grinned, she could have a dominant persona inside of her that she rarely brought out. Moving besides her she started kissing down until her lips wrapped around Maggie's nipples as Hitomi began sucking and gently biting the sensitive flesh almost wanting to get some milk out of her but knowing it would not happen. Moving down from her breasts she continued kissing down her body making sure to stop on her bellybutton and kiss it gently. She looked up at Maggie's eyes and grinned before starting to go lower and lower until the womans pussy was right in front of her eyes. She licked her folds from the bottom all the way to the clit hood before playing with it for a bit wanting to turn her on so she could play with her clitoris more. Meanwhile she gently began moving a finger up and down her slit until she pushed it in all the way while not loosing sight of her lovers eyes.<br><br>She giggled as she kissed her navel and slowly began moving her hands up and down the side of her body. Hitomi looked at her lovers eyes, “Mmmm you smell quite deliciously. I love everything about your pussy its very beautiful”. She giggled and pushed a finger inside her pussy before curling it a bit and quickly finding the girls G-spot. She knew how to find it quickly enough, “Mmmmm so delicious”. She blushed and then looked at him, “Want to taste my pussy?”. She knew that they could easily get into the 69 position and both of them could have their fun, both of them could taste each others pussy and torture each other with pleasure. "I wish I brought my strap on" she grinned as she pushed her tongue on her clit while continuing to play with her g-spot.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AzaraelLawless</strong> on <strong>07-01-2015, 03:38:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://p.gr-assets.com/540x540/fit/hostedimages/1382315793/5812677.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:Matthew McCormick</strong> <br><br><strong>Location: outside Parker Commons </strong> <br><br><strong>Tagging:Maggie Holloway</strong> <br><br><strong>Content: mild language</strong><br><br><strong>Wearing: Marine Dress Blues</strong> <br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Matthew stood waiting outside the apartment, a slight shiver reaching his shoulder blades.&nbsp; Looking up he reads the sign, 'Parker Commons'. This was to be his new start, new home, new life, all that jazz. <em>jesus Matthew, get it together, you have been in worse.</em> Shrugging, takes out his pack and removes one cigarette, placing it upon his lips, he bites at it in thought till finally lighting it with his lighter.&nbsp; Taking a large inhale and looking around, saying to no one in particular, "never thought i would hate not having some little grunt drive me around on base" Shaking his head, <em>soo Mrs. Holloway, thats who im looking for, hopefully within the next few hours, i'm freezing my balls off</em><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Absently kicking at the snow as he smokes his cigarette, the smoke exiting his nostrils in small spirals, chuckles quietly as he thinks of his dad who taught him that. <em>where is everyone, i know its late but Jamie said that Mrs Holloway was available most hours, maybe she has company</em> sniggering quietly at the thought, trying to picture the middle age woman in and out of her clothes. Taking out the small picture and card, on the photo was Jamie, his good friend and next to him was Holloway. <em>Alright, well maybe she could have company, hell i havent seen the nude body of a woman in nearly 2 years...or another man for that matter</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>08-01-2015, 02:11:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/cc/b8/8f/ccb88fa477ea0ab73d1caa294c312a7f.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Isis Hastings<br><strong>Location:</strong> Party!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Eiryn, open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Cheerful and chilly<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> http://www.polyvore.com/lynn_for_monica_vbd/set?id=126398596<br><hr><br>Isis was a little more than disappointed when Frankie suddenly said that she wasn't feeling well and was gonna have to go, but Isis just figured that the girl was getting too cold or something. "I guess my night just opened up." She shrugged a bit when Eiryn mentioned the forgotten beer. "Eh, I'm a mix of pretty girl drinks cliche and hard liquor...beer doesn't really fall into that category." She laughed before taking another bite, these wings were really good. "So, what are you up to tonight?" Isis really just wanted someone to hang out with and if other things happened then she wouldn't complain.<br><br>She glanced over and saw Maggie and Hitomi heading inside and grinned a bit. Her eyes wandered over to where the guy in the Marine dress blues walking along the sidewalk and wondered if he'd join the party or not. A cigarette sounded really good right about now. She didn't want to be rude, though, so she stayed where she was. She was curious about Eiryn. "I'd like to see more of your art, it's really good." She wondered what it'd be like to have someone paint her, she'd had her picture taken A LOT but never been painted. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AzaraelLawless</strong> on <strong>08-01-2015, 03:15:50</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(https://p.gr-assets.com/540x540/fit/hostedimages/1382315793/5812677.jpg)</div><strong>Name:Matthew McCormick</strong> <br><strong>Location: outside Parker Commons </strong> <br><strong>Tagging: Folks at the party</strong> <br><strong>Content: mild language</strong><br><strong>Wearing: Marine Dress Blues</strong> <br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Turning to look around, noticing the others. Catches the sideways glance from one of the women there, <em>maybe she knows where i should go, and something smells absolutely amazing...hell anything is better than rations, and the woman was rather alluring..whoa whoa, calm down Matt</em> Straightening up and adjusting his bag, he begins walking off in the direction of the music, people and possible answers.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Approached the new people, akwardly shuffling his feet, <em>come on Matt, don't lose your nerve, you've faced certain death, you can face a few strangers</em> sucking in a long drag on his cigarette, walks up to the woman that had.caught his eye, in the calmest tone he can muster he spoke, "hey, um, i don't mean to interrupt your, uh party, im Second Lieutenant Matthew McCormick, but you can call me Ezrias" Shutting his mouth abruptly as the last word escaped his lips. <em>Good job Jarhead, way to be all formal, real smooth</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>08-01-2015, 04:00:10</strong>
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				<br><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/88/2b/7a/882b7a8e5773e2ce3bc7f8b7dcefca89.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Eiryn Grim<br><strong>Location:</strong> At da Partay, finally. <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Isis and then Matthew<br><strong>Content:</strong> Socially Awkward is the New Cool<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Something Witchy This Way Comes. (http://41.media.tumblr.com/efec81c4668d854e1713032a3930c8e0/tumblr_nd9bf43l9x1tsaz7eo1_1280.jpg)<br><hr><br>Eiryn gave Frankie a sympathetic smile and a nod as she roolled out.&nbsp; She was sorry the girl wasn't feeling well, but it meant fewer interruptions. She might actually not come across like a total bitch to Isis, if she could focus on just one person.<br><br>"Oh, hell, I'll drink anything. I just prefer beer. Doesn't mess up my head like booze or sugary stuff." <em>Nice job, Eiryn. Now you sound like a lush</em>. She was so focused on beating herself up, she almost didn't process Isis' next question. <em>Uh.</em>..<em>What AM I doing later?&nbsp; What the hell am I doing right now, for that matter?</em><br><br>"Uh...not sure, really. I wasn't even gonna come down to this thing, but I promised a friend I'd come for a bit to meet his sister. Then neither of them showed up. Of course." Looking after Hitome and Maggy, she chuckled a bit. "I was thinkin' of maybe taking a few quick shots of the Japanese girl, reference stuff- her costume and your cake gave me an idea- but it looks like Mags has abducted her. Damn, that woman is on the prowl. Let's see, I have some sketching I need to do..."&nbsp; The internal dopesmack was almost visible as she finally realized that Isis was talking about maybe spending some more time together. "...but nothin' critical. Great thing about being self-employed, you live on your own schedule. Usually." <em>Safe. Or are you?</em><br><br>Oh, crap, though. Her beauty had used the 'good' word in regards to her art. Now, that could be chalked up to just not having the words to describe her reactions to it- that happened to some very genuine people, who actually weren't sure if they got her stuff, or liked it, but wanted to be encouraging, and <em>thought</em> they were into it. But it was the kind of statement Eiryn had never been able to let go, especially since it so often meant 'I am clueless about what you do, but I feel the need to say something, and admitting I don't know your stuff will make me look stupid, at least to myself. So I will lie politely.' At least if someone told her they hated the stuff she churned out, it was an honest reaction. Though she'd be just as quick to challenge them for their reasons. Swigging from her beer, she shot back, "Yeah?&nbsp; What do you think is good about it?"<br><br>Maybe luckily for both, a well-built young man took that moment to introduce himself. Grim wasn't sure whether to kill the newcomer for interrupting what might have been an important exchange with Isis, or kiss him for rescuing her from her own personality, but either way, it&nbsp; meant the dissection of her work and exactly what the <strong>fuck</strong> Isis meant by 'it's good' was at least deferred for a bit.<br><br>"OK, I'll bite," she said, sliding down a bit to make room for the guy on the bench. "How in the hell does anyone get 'Ezrias' from "Matthew'? Grab a beer before you answer, you look likeyou need it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>08-01-2015, 04:29:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/cc/b8/8f/ccb88fa477ea0ab73d1caa294c312a7f.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Isis Hastings<br><strong>Location:</strong> Party!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Eiryn, Matthew<br><strong>Content:</strong> Cheerful and chilly<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> http://www.polyvore.com/lynn_for_monica_vbd/set?id=126398596<br><hr><br>"The only beer I really like is Redd's Apple Ale which isn't exactly beer, but oh well." Isis shrugged and finished off her food and her drink. "Ever had moonshine, like real honest to God shine? Now, I wouldn't recommend drinking it straight 'less it has some kind of flavor to it but it is potent and awesome." She had connections and every so often they'd get a care package to her. She sort of knew the basis of making it but it was easier to have the professionals make it. She knew that she probably sounded like a drunk or something, but she just appreciated a little liquor every ow and then.<br><br>Isis had known exactly how Eiryn was going to react to the g word, she did the exact same thing when someone said that about whatever she chose to create. Mostly the answer was, oh well it tastes amazing. She hadn't seen enough of Eiryn's art to form a solid opinion, but she did know that she liked what she had seen so far and that she wanted to see more.&nbsp; She was just about to open her mouth to answer Eiryn's question when the guy walked up and introduced himself. <br><br>"It's certainly nice to meet ya. Yeah, I'm kinda curious about that too. Take a load off and tell us all about it." Isis smiled brightly. "Hold up a sec, though, I'm out." She held up her empty cup and grinned. "Anybody want anything?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AzaraelLawless</strong> on <strong>08-01-2015, 04:44:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://p.gr-assets.com/540x540/fit/hostedimages/1382315793/5812677.jpg)</div><strong>Name:Matthew McCormick</strong> <br><strong>Location: outside Parker Commons </strong> <br><strong>Tagging: Eiryn</strong> <br><strong>Content: can fight a war but socializing?</strong><br><strong>Wearing: Marine Dress Blues</strong> <br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Fidgeting slightly, allowing her to pass by him, waiting to grab a beer only after she returned, "pardon me miss" he said and gestured, "i can get it for you, if you'd like?" Smiling, as akward as can be, "what are you having?" <em>please be something simple, havent mixed a drink since New Years, two years ago</em> "well, i mean, im kind of a stranger so maybe not.." fidgets for a cigarette and nervously places it between his lips and lights it. <em>real charming Matthew, real charming</em><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Straightening up and placing his best, 'im a wall' face the upper ranks loved, and smiled nervously at her before approaching what looked a table of assorted bottles. Turning to look at her, waiting for whether she was okay with it or not <em>she is a woman, not a live round, relax Matthew, hell now that i think of it, is there a difference?</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>08-01-2015, 05:11:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/cc/b8/8f/ccb88fa477ea0ab73d1caa294c312a7f.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Isis Hastings<br><strong>Location:</strong> Party!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Eiryn, Matthew<br><strong>Content:</strong> Cheerful and chilly<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> http://www.polyvore.com/lynn_for_monica_vbd/set?id=126398596<br><hr><br>Isis had to smile, it was cute that he was nervous, he was acting like they were going to go off on him or something. "Oh...that's really sweet of you. Just whiskey, nothing but a little ice in it." She grinned as he lit up a cigarette. "I forgot mine in my apartment, mind if I bum one?" The sweet smile stayed on her face. "Thanks." She said softly as Matthew walked off to get her drink.<br><br>She turned to Eiryn and just looked at her for a bit before speaking. "Actually, it means that your art is good and that I like what I've seen of it so far. I don't have enough information on the subject to form an intelligent opinion." Isis cocked a delicate eyebrow before smiling. "I was thinkin' that you could show me some tonight, if you'd like that is. What do you say?" She figured that she'd take the chance while they were alone again to answer Eiryn's question. Not to say that she minded the intrusion.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>08-01-2015, 05:20:12</strong>
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				<br><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/88/2b/7a/882b7a8e5773e2ce3bc7f8b7dcefca89.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Eiryn Grim<br><br><br><strong>Location:</strong> At da Partay, <br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Isis, Matthew, open.<br><br><strong>Content:</strong> Talking shop and teasing the noob.<br><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Something Witchy This Way Comes. (http://41.media.tumblr.com/efec81c4668d854e1713032a3930c8e0/tumblr_nd9bf43l9x1tsaz7eo1_1280.jpg)<br><hr><br>She couldn't help it. The kid was clearly even more uptight than she was about the whole social thing, and Marines were always <em>soooo</em> serious. Well, OK, and her granddad had been a groundpounder, so there was a certain level of family bullshit to live up to.<br><br>"How about an apple mochacino martini?"&nbsp; She felt bad, though, when she saw the panic flash through his eyes briefly.&nbsp; "Kidding, bro. Just beer's fine. Anything but Bud."<br><br>As Matthew headed off, she faced Isis again, grimaced, then grinned. "OK, the second part of that answer's acceptable, at least. And honest. You didn't fuh-fuh-fuh and try to bullshit me. Ten points."<em> Does she really want to... </em>she shrugged. "Sure. Most of my stuff's at my work loft downtown, though, not here in the apartment. I got a few small pieces here, not much."<br><br>If the dark-haired goddess smoked, then she probably wouldn't object if Eiryn took on a bit of chemical calm. Looking around briefly, she checked for anyone who just screamed 'narc', and took a stubby joint out of the sash of her robe. "Got a light? Welcome to a hit, if you roll that way."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AzaraelLawless</strong> on <strong>08-01-2015, 05:35:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://p.gr-assets.com/540x540/fit/hostedimages/1382315793/5812677.jpg)</div><strong>Name:Matthew McCormick</strong> <br><strong>Location: outside Parker Commons </strong> <br><strong>Tagging: Eriyn, Isis</strong> <br><strong>Content: mild language</strong><br><strong>Wearing: Marine Dress Blues</strong> <br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Grabbing a cold Miller from the ice and began pouring whiskey into the cup he had been given, adding just enough ice to keep the drink cold and not dilute it. <em>good job Matthew, you use to be relaxed, what happened to you.</em>&nbsp; Shaking the thought from his head, he eyed the frosty bottle of vodka, lifting it slowly from the ice <em>ah, theres a sight for sore eyes, clean engines and kill braincells, perfect for a jarhead like me.</em>&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Shrugging and holding all three drinks, begins the walk back to the table to rejoin the women.&nbsp; Slowing his approach, seeing them in discussion.&nbsp; <em>don't think i want to interrupt.</em>&nbsp; Quietly places the drinks in front of them both, careful to not mix them up, and calmly says, "here you go ladies." Stretching slightly, lightly flipping the ash of the end of his cigarette before digging one out of his pack for the woman who orderes the whiskey <em>i really should atleast learn their names</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>08-01-2015, 22:33:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/cc/b8/8f/ccb88fa477ea0ab73d1caa294c312a7f.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Isis Hastings<br><strong>Location:</strong> Party!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Eiryn, Matthew<br><strong>Content:</strong> Cheerful and chilly<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> http://www.polyvore.com/lynn_for_monica_vbd/set?id=126398596<br><hr><br>Isis smiled at Eiryn's words. "Thank you. I know what it's like to be told what you do for a living is good with no explanation, I kind of just wanted to see your reaction." She grinned lightly and laughed softly. "Didn't mean to offend you, we could go to either your apartment or your work loft. I wouldn't mind either one." She shrugged a bit. She was nervous now, it had actually been a long time since she'd even hung out with someone she could be interested in.<br><br>As Matthew came back, Isis smiled and thanked him for the drink and the cigarette. She nodded at Eiryn's invite to partake in a bit of something that she loved. "Hell yeah. I left mine at home...I know Maggie's cool with it but maybe not right in front of her face. You mind?" She glanced over at Matthew. "I'm Isis, by the way. So...tell us about yourself."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AzaraelLawless</strong> on <strong>09-01-2015, 00:32:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://p.gr-assets.com/540x540/fit/hostedimages/1382315793/5812677.jpg)</div><strong>Name:Matthew McCormick</strong> <br><strong>Location: outside Parker Commons </strong> <br><strong>Tagging: Isis, Eiryn</strong> <br><strong>Content: mild language</strong><br><strong>Wearing: Marine Dress Blues</strong> <br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Smiling politely, relaxing his stance and taking a drag from the cigarette. "Isis? Like the egyptian goddess? A lovely name.." pausing to consider finishing the sentence, deciding to just go for it, "for a lovely woman." <em>oh, dug deep for that one Matthew?</em> Squeezing the cherry and remaining tobacco from the cigarette and snuffing it out with his boot.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Watches the witch woman draw a joint stub from her sash, raising his brow, "a fan of the ganja huh?" Chuckles quietly under his breathe, "but anywho, im from Montana originally, went straight from military school to full service", pausing to laugh, "been there ever since,&nbsp; till i decided i had enough warfare and came here for promises of a new life."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>09-01-2015, 03:35:39</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/88/2b/7a/882b7a8e5773e2ce3bc7f8b7dcefca89.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Eiryn Grim<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> At da Partay, <br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Isis, Matthew, open.<br><br><strong>Content:</strong> Toking up and calming down<br><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Something Witchy This Way Comes. (http://41.media.tumblr.com/efec81c4668d854e1713032a3930c8e0/tumblr_nd9bf43l9x1tsaz7eo1_1280.jpg)<br><hr><br><br>Cupping a hand around the end of the small spliff, Eiryn puffed it into life from Isis' lighter, and took a deep drag, before holding it out butt first to her goddess. She almost wasted the hit, snorting hysterically at Matt's <em>awful</em> pickup line, but she kept it down, and winked at the lovely baker. It was soothing, knowing there was at least one other person there who was a complete fucking klutz when it came to connecting with people.<br><br>Of course, the hemp didn't hurt, either.<br><br>Still, she didn't want to be a bitch, so she tried to hide her reaction by turning her face and exhaling, pretending to be polite so Matt didn't get the blast right up his nose. It also let her hide the tiny bit of a glow that was in her eyes (and cheeks) brought on by Isis' apparently serious wish to spend some time with her, and check out her work. It just made the brunette hotter, to her, and not only in an ego sort of way- few people would think of looking at a relative stranger's output of macabre paintings as a 'fun night'. It took a certain kind of head, the sort that woke up at two in the morning with an idea screaming so loud it had to be worked on <strong>right</strong> the fuck now...<br><br><em>OK, Eiryn. Calm down and stop projecting.&nbsp; She's interested, maybe. She hasn't fucking proposed.</em><br><br>"Montana? Dayumm. I'd join the Marines, too." Grinning, she offered Matt her hand. "I'm Eiryn. I'm the skinny mouthy one, Isis is the gorgeous one. In case it gets hard to tell us apart later on.<br><br>"Now that we all have drinks again, and I've taken my blood pressure meds, you were gonna tell us about your nickname, right?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AzaraelLawless</strong> on <strong>09-01-2015, 03:48:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://p.gr-assets.com/540x540/fit/hostedimages/1382315793/5812677.jpg)</div><strong>Name:Matthew McCormick</strong> <br><strong>Location: outside Parker Commons </strong> <br><strong>Tagging: Isis and Eiryn</strong> <br><strong>Content: Intrigued yet lost in memory</strong><br><strong>Wearing: Marine Dress Blues</strong> <br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Pretty much, i never was too good of a 'little farmer boy' according to dad, and i had a mean streak a mile wide, so he sent me off to military school" adjusting his collar, "as for Ezrias, a good friend of mine, name of Thomas gave me the nickname, he was.." faltering slightly, a hazy look on his face, "very close to me" lifting the vodka bottle and removing the lid, tilting it back and took a long hard drink.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The last few years came racing back in flashes, only to have him shake the memories away, playing it off as though the vodka was too strong.&nbsp; "He was a helluva a guy and a damn good soldier."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em>your getting too deep old boy, enjoy your time and remember, it wasnt your fault.</em><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; "So ya, he gave me the name Ezrias since it means noble or royal, between him and i, we knew what it meant" and quietly to himself, "god i miss him"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>09-01-2015, 04:51:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/cc/b8/8f/ccb88fa477ea0ab73d1caa294c312a7f.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Isis Hastings<br><strong>Location:</strong> Party!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Eiryn, Matthew<br><strong>Content:</strong> Cheerful and chilly<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> http://www.polyvore.com/lynn_for_monica_vbd/set?id=126398596<br><hr><br>"Aw, thank you. Yep, like the goddess. My dad wanted to be an Egyptologist when he was growing up so that's what he picked and I've always loved it. My mom picked out my middle name, Aria. He ended up founding and running an entertainment conglomerate so his dreams were never realized but he kept it as a hobby." Isis smiled before taking a long hit from the joint, holding it in for quite a few moments before exhaling slowly.&nbsp; She took a long drink and grinned slightly at Eiryn's clarification of which was which. It brought a blush to her face but maybe she just looked flushed from the coldand the alcohol.....she hoped.<br><br>As Matthew explained his early life and everything, Isis smiled. "Montana, I thought Savannah could be boring sometimes. I've heard it's pretty though." Listening to him speak about how he got the nickname, Isis knew it wasn't the vodka making him react the way he was reacting but she didn't say anything. "That's beautiful." She said simply.<br><br>"I don't really have any nicknames anymore, but friends call me Ari sometimes." She smiled sheepishly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>09-01-2015, 05:06:22</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/88/2b/7a/882b7a8e5773e2ce3bc7f8b7dcefca89.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Eiryn Grim<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> At da Partay, <br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Isis, Matthew, open.<br><br><strong>Content:</strong> Showing a softer side, sorta<br><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Something Witchy This Way Comes. (http://41.media.tumblr.com/efec81c4668d854e1713032a3930c8e0/tumblr_nd9bf43l9x1tsaz7eo1_1280.jpg)<br><hr><br>There were people who had run afoul of Eiryn's temper who would call her insensitive.&nbsp; And she'd agree, adding, though, that you first had to accept their definition of sensitivity. She wasn't about false gentleness, about happy little lies, about sugar-coating. She saved her giving-a-shitness for important things, people who deserved it, people who got that truth is hard but kind. OK, there were times she chose her words badly. Who didn't?<br><br>She knew that look. You didn't need to be a soldier, or know one. Hell, all you really had to do was be <em>around</em> the arts and music field any time in the last two or three decades. She'd held a few hands in hospitals, hugged a few friends who'd lost 'friends'- since until recently, that's all the law said they could be. Reaching out, she rested a thin, pale hand on top of one of Matt's. "Sorry, man. Want to talk about it?" Then she glanced across the table, to see if Isis had caught the signals. "Or would you rather hear how the hell the Playboy Baker over there got 'Ari' out of Isis? And am I ever gonna get that hemp back, babe, or has it rooted itself to your fingers?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AzaraelLawless</strong> on <strong>09-01-2015, 05:44:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://p.gr-assets.com/540x540/fit/hostedimages/1382315793/5812677.jpg)</div><strong>Name:Matthew McCormick</strong> <br><strong>Location: outside Parker Commons </strong> <br><strong>Tagging: Isis and Eiryn</strong> <br><strong>Content: Intrigued yet lost in memory</strong><br><strong>Wearing: Marine Dress Blues</strong> <br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Looks at Eiryn slowly, trying to desperately conceal the pain that clawed just below the surface, "sorry to be a buzzkill guys, im just still getting used to him being gone, fought through Hell and came out just as bad but always had each other." His thoughts a blur and his vision beginning to match. sitting the bottle on the table, "i do thank you though miss, a kind word is worth a thousand favors."<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;A faint smile coming to his face, the pain still there but concealed, nestled deep down, "so if i may ask a question, do you know a Mrs. Holloway?" <em>change the subject, you will have to face it someday</em> His eyes drifting from Ari to Eiryn, hoping they would not pursue the subject further.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>09-01-2015, 06:13:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/cc/b8/8f/ccb88fa477ea0ab73d1caa294c312a7f.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Isis Hastings<br><strong>Location:</strong> Party!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Eiryn, Matthew<br><strong>Content:</strong> Cheerful and chilly<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> http://www.polyvore.com/lynn_for_monica_vbd/set?id=126398596<br><hr><br>"Ari stems from Aria, my middle name." Isis said in a matter of fact tone but with a playful smile upon her lips. "Oh, sorry 'bout that. Not used to sharing." She chuckled lightly as she handed the joint back to Eiryn. Their eyes meeting as they shared a knowing look of what was bothering the man before them. It was sad and broke Isis' heart for Matthew.<br><br>"The memories of all the good things you had with each other will merge with the pain, it won't ever be fully dissipated but it'll get easier as time goes by. It sounds cliche, I know, but it's true." Isis spoke softly. "If you ever do feel like talkin' about it, I'm a good listener." Everytime someone spoke of or mentioned anything like this, Isis' mind went back to her first love. A wistful look crossed her face and she was probably spaced out for a moment, but she came back just as quick.<br><br>"You'd be looking for Maggie and, dear God, don't call her Mrs. Holloway. I did when I first met her and she's quick to mention that Mrs. Holloway is her mother." She laughed softly. "You just missed her, she just disappeared inside and will likely not be back anytime soon. You need somewhere to crash for the night?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AzaraelLawless</strong> on <strong>09-01-2015, 06:30:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://p.gr-assets.com/540x540/fit/hostedimages/1382315793/5812677.jpg)</div><strong>Name:Matthew McCormick</strong> <br><strong>Location: outside Parker Commons </strong> <br><strong>Tagging: Isis and Eiryn</strong> <br><strong>Content: Intrigued yet lost in memory</strong><br><strong>Wearing: Marine Dress Blues</strong> <br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Pondering whether accepting the invite was a good idea or not, ever since the last altercation a year ago, his sleep had been haunted by the sounds of gunfire and explosions. With limited to no options, it seemed his only way out of the cold that night. "Oh, Maggie then, i was supposed to speak to her about renting a place, my friend said he had lived here and it was..well safe for folks like me." Smiling faintly, his eyes expressing the gratitude his words could not, "thank you for such calming and understanding words, not many these days are so kind, and gracious as well, if your friend Eiryn would not protest, merely till i can speak to Maggie"<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Raising the bottle off the table suddenly and twisting off the lid, "to friends, here, there and gone from this world but never forgotten." Faltering towards the end, but determined to remain strong. Looking towards the women, a proud almost cheerful smile on his face.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>09-01-2015, 15:05:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/88/2b/7a/882b7a8e5773e2ce3bc7f8b7dcefca89.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Eiryn Grim<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> At da Partay, <br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Isis, Matthew, open.<br><br><strong>Content:</strong> Lamenting timing, admiring generosity<br><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Something Witchy This Way Comes. (http://41.media.tumblr.com/efec81c4668d854e1713032a3930c8e0/tumblr_nd9bf43l9x1tsaz7eo1_1280.jpg)<br><hr><br><br>The artist reclaimed her smoke, fingers lightly brushing Isis'. She had gotten it too, the painvibe. More and more impressive. After a deep drag, she wordlessly offered it sideways to Matt. "Safe? Dude, this whole neighborhood's as queer as a three dollar bill. Only place I've ever been that's planned anti-STRAIGHT marriage protests...OK, bad joke. Sorry." Weed plus beer made taciturn Eiryn talkative. Weed plus beer plus seriously turned on made her a little nuts. Assuming she wasn't to begin with.<br><br>She was torn. On the one hand was, <em>god dammit, I <strong>finally</strong> have a break, and then this</em>; on the other, <em>god dammit, that's so cool, that she'd offer up a space to a total stranger</em>. Cool won out, since, really, she had no expectations anyway. More and more she was thinking of her statuesque neighbor as something more important than a maybe-possibly-someday-sometime lover- as a real person, and maybe, with luck, a solid friend. And if <strong>that </strong>doesn't make you wet, you're probably dead.<br><br>"No worries, hun," she said to Matt, grinning. "Not like we're joined at the hip." <em>Though it'd be nice</em>...she laughed. "Fact is, we just met our own selves. I'd offer you my crib, but you'd end up with too little floor. I've got, I think, the smallest efficiency in the place. Since I'm almost never here anyway.<br><br>"Mags is solid, but yeah, DON'T do the 'missus' thing on her. She, ah,&nbsp; left the party in company, ya might say. But she'll be back in the rental office at nine. Might want to give her 'til ten to cool off and wake up, though."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>09-01-2015, 18:21:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/cc/b8/8f/ccb88fa477ea0ab73d1caa294c312a7f.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Isis Hastings<br><strong>Location:</strong> Party!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Eiryn, Matthew<br><strong>Content:</strong> Cheerful and chilly<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> http://www.polyvore.com/lynn_for_monica_vbd/set?id=126398596<br><hr><br>"La mia casa e la tua casa." Isis still remembered a lot of the Italian that her grandparents had taught her and it was more fun to say than the Spanish version of the sentiment. "House, apartment...same difference." She smiled. I know what it's like when people are like that, disowned at 17 and tossed out on my ass. Guess it made me a better person. You, especially you," She looked at Eiryn. "would've hated teenage Isis. Entitled, spoiled, and kind of bratty." She shrugged. <br><br>She nodded at Matthew's toast and smiled. "Never forgotten." She spoke softly. "Yeah, we just met about half an hour ago actually." Isis looked from Matthew to Eiryn and back thoughtfully. "I could trust you for one night alone in my apartment, right? I believe the answer to that is yes." She turned her eyes back to the appealing woman across from her. "That way we could still hang out and you could show me some of your art." <em>and whatever else you'd like to show me</em> She added silently.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>09-01-2015, 19:22:06</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/88/2b/7a/882b7a8e5773e2ce3bc7f8b7dcefca89.jpg)</div><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Eiryn Grim<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> At da Partay, <br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Isis, Matthew, open.<br><br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Freaking out a little <br><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Something Witchy This Way Comes. (http://41.media.tumblr.com/efec81c4668d854e1713032a3930c8e0/tumblr_nd9bf43l9x1tsaz7eo1_1280.jpg)<br><hr><br><br>Eiryn shrugged at Isis' assessment of her younger self. "I was a mouthy, opinionated little bint who was sure she saw things differently from everyone else. Nothing's changed, except I'm not sure I'm always right, anymore. We'da been fine." Then her heart skipped a beat. Was the beauty really offering to give a fresh-met guy the run of her place, so as to not mess up their very tentative plans together?&nbsp; That was...she gulped.<br><br>"Yeah, sure. I mean...if you're cool with it. Or we could totally raincheck it, if it's easier, I need to see your shop anyway, an' I do most of my work downtown. Got the front loft over Eden, more space an' better light, and the tax break and..." <em> And you're babbling.</em> "And I'm babbling. It's the weed. Shutting up."&nbsp; Closing her eyes for a moment, she looked down, shook her head, and laughed at herself. "God. Smooth." Casting a sidelong grin at Matt, she commiserated. "It's not just guys who get tonguetied, bro."<br><br>Taking a deep breath, she meet Isis' eyes. "Let's do this. Let's get the jarhead here settled in your place. I've got a couple of pieces in my flat I'd really like you to see- can do that without ever leavin' the building. Then...let's just...see how things feel, k?&nbsp; How's that work for you?" Patting Matt's hand again, he reassured him, "Not tryin' to ditch you, Ez. You're welcome, too. I'm an artist, though, uh...my stuff's kinda weird.&nbsp; Ari is too. But her stuff is edible. Damn. That green is stronger than I thought. Shutting up again." In befuddled self-defense, she passed the joint back to Isis.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AzaraelLawless</strong> on <strong>09-01-2015, 19:33:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://p.gr-assets.com/540x540/fit/hostedimages/1382315793/5812677.jpg)</div><strong>Name:Matthew McCormick</strong> <br><strong>Location: outside Parker Commons </strong> <br><strong>Tagging: Isis and Eiryn</strong> <br><strong>Content: Intrigued yet lost in memory</strong><br><strong>Wearing: Marine Dress Blues</strong> <br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;One doesn't survive out in the field without being able to pay attention, and the hints were impossible to miss. Turning on the sly to face Eiryn, he spoke quietly and out of Isis' earshot, "I really think she digs you, just saying."&nbsp; Giving her shoulder a small nudge with his elbow, winks and smiles. Turning to Isis, nods and says, "well, safest your apartment can get for a night", clears his throat, "love the Italian, alles ich weiss ist Deutsch gesprache"<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Smiling happily, the alcohol beginning to take effect, becoming a tad more loose, his normally over worked mind, beginning to relax, "so Maggie has company? Oh, i think i get what your saying" laughs and stretches his legs and arms, the cold had played a little trick on his muscles by tensing them up, "so Eiryn, your an artist? I'd love to see your work sometime, seeing how you are, i bet its pretty awesome" <em>ooh, getting all adventurous</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>09-01-2015, 20:13:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/cc/b8/8f/ccb88fa477ea0ab73d1caa294c312a7f.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Isis Hastings<br><strong>Location:</strong> Party!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Eiryn, Matthew<br><strong>Content:</strong> Cheerful and chilly<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> http://www.polyvore.com/lynn_for_monica_vbd/set?id=126398596<br><hr><br>"That sounds like a great idea, let's do that." Isis smiled, she was just a smiley person a lot of the time. It really did sound like a good plan and getting to know Eiryn better, even if it wasn't sexual, would be nice. "You can come to see the bakery tomorrow, that goes for you too Matt. It's my baby." She didn't notice the exchange between Matt and Eiryn because she was leaning down to put her cigarette out. "As long as I can change before we leave my apartment." <br><br>"Thank you, I used to spend every other summer with my grandparents in Tuscany. I'm fluent and fluent-ish in French.&nbsp; I actually have no idea what you just said." She laughed softly and took another hit from the joint. "Crap, now I wanna cook...among other things. Every damn time. Yes, you are welcome to join us tonight. Speaking of edible art, y'all want some cake?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AzaraelLawless</strong> on <strong>09-01-2015, 21:35:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://p.gr-assets.com/540x540/fit/hostedimages/1382315793/5812677.jpg)</div><strong>Name:Matthew McCormick</strong> <br><strong>Location: outside Parker Commons </strong> <br><strong>Tagging: Isis and Eiryn</strong> <br><strong>Content: starting to liven up a bit</strong><br><strong>Wearing: Marine Dress Blues</strong> <br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Smiling like he hadnt in years, "only if the cake is as sweet as you" points at Isis and smiles, letting her know its all in good fun, and Eiryn did seem to have quite a thing for Isis. Who knows, maybe he could find someone here as well. "So a bakery huh Ari? Sounds pretty cool, ive never been one for baking, then again, ive only known rations and the occasional candy bar" chuckles at the memory, "i think im gonna leave it up to you two for now though, ive been up a solid 2 days, call it, soldier paranoia."<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He knew Eiryn wanted to be alone with Isis, and he would respect that, hell, it was the least he could do, for being so graciously accepted into their company.&nbsp; "I think im calling it a day for me personally, maybe talk to Maggie later on and see about getting a place." Thank you both for the marvelous time, i think im gonna take a small walk and maybe catch up you guys later" with a smile and a wave, he began to walk towards the sidewalk, to where, he didnt know, he had much to think on, and all the time in the world to do it. "Oh and i forgot", tossing the pack of cigarettes onto the table with a quick flip of the wrist, "in case you need it till you get back".&nbsp; With a very subtle wink, he turned and walked away.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>09-01-2015, 22:31:30</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/88/2b/7a/882b7a8e5773e2ce3bc7f8b7dcefca89.jpg)</div><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Eiryn Grim<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> At da Partay, <br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Isis, Matthew, open.<br><br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Sweet stuff, and feeling a tad guilty<br><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Something Witchy This Way Comes. (http://41.media.tumblr.com/efec81c4668d854e1713032a3930c8e0/tumblr_nd9bf43l9x1tsaz7eo1_1280.jpg)<br><hr><br><br>"Cake sounds cool. Who gets to eat your heart..."&nbsp; This time, she really did facepalm. "All right, that sucked, sorry."&nbsp; Then, suddenly, she was looking at Matt's receding back. "Uh...hey, JARHEAD!&nbsp; Hold up- weren't you gonna crash at Ari's?"&nbsp; The nickname slipped out without thought, but it felt right. After all the music lessons, it should, and Aria was a nice name, anyway. Beat the ever-loving crap out the endless Madisons and Brees and other soap opera shit.<br><br>Turning to her busty buddy, she shrugged. "OK...is it just me, or is he odd enough he's gonna fit in real well?" Inside, though, she was squirming a bit. "I really didn't want to, yanno, run him off. I mean, I want to hang with you, but it's not like we had solid plans...and I'm talking again, aren't I. Reallllly should learn to not do that." Grabbing a plate from the dessert table, she shoved it playfully at Isis. "Here." Then she took another for herself. "Let's molest the cake, then for sure, get changed. I want to as well- I feel like a refugee from a comic book convention in this thing."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>10-01-2015, 01:43:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/cc/b8/8f/ccb88fa477ea0ab73d1caa294c312a7f.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Isis Hastings<br><strong>Location:</strong> Party!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Eiryn, Matthew<br><strong>Content:</strong> Cheerful and chilly<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> http://www.polyvore.com/lynn_for_monica_vbd/set?id=126398596<br><hr><br>Isis didn't mind being called Ari by either of them. She'd gone by both Isis and Aria, exchangeably, her entire life. As Matt placed the pack of cigarettes onto the table. "Thanks, man." She offered up a winning smile as he walked away. She remembered just as soon as Eiryn said something about him crashing at her place. "Oh, yeah. 109. There's food, alcohol, my cigarettes are on my kitchen table, and if you'd like I have some sleeping pills on my bedside table. To help with your sleeping problems." She dug in her purse and tossed him the key to her apartment. She trusted him, she could see that she could in his eyes.<br><br>After the man walked away, Isis turned back to Eiryn as they kind of awkwardly sat there for a moment or so. She grinned a little as the other woman started rambling and actually did a facepalm. "You can calm down a little, I don't bite." She teased playfully before Eiryn shoved a small plate at her after they walked over to where the desserts were. She waited until Eiryn was leaning to cut herself a piece of cake before she leaned down to whisper into Eiryn's ear. "Unless you'd like me to." Isis didn't ever really try to flirt, when she did it came out way too awkward but when she wasn't trying, it was actually some good stuff. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>10-01-2015, 01:54:10</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/88/2b/7a/882b7a8e5773e2ce3bc7f8b7dcefca89.jpg)</div><br><br><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Eiryn Grim<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> At da Partay, <br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Isis, open.<br><br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Nomming cake and dreaming big<br><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Something Witchy This Way Comes. (http://41.media.tumblr.com/efec81c4668d854e1713032a3930c8e0/tumblr_nd9bf43l9x1tsaz7eo1_1280.jpg)<br><hr><br>Halfway through slicing a chunk of amazing sugary stuff for herself, Eiryn stopped and looked sideways, one eyebrow slightly raised. "You can't scare a Goth by threatening to bite her.&nbsp; Hell, you might turn her into a stalker." She shoved a big glob of excellent icing into her mouth to cover the fact that Isis was right: she was nervous as hell. Her last couple of relationships had gone south with a bang, mostly, she had to admit, because she was hell to live with. Sure, she was getting ahead of herself- but dammit, she <em>liked</em> this girl. She'd rather it never get to the hot and sweaty, if it was gonna mean screwing up a friendship.<br><br>But Goddess, was she hot...<br><br>"You give any thought to how you're gonna change with Lieutenant Beefcake sacked out in your room?" she chortled around a mouthful of cake. Gathering up her courage, she reached out, and wiped a stray bit of icing from the corner of Isis' mouth with a fingertip. "If you just wanna grab something, you can use my crib to get dressed. It's tiny, but I promise not to stare." She&nbsp; meant it- nudity wasn't a big thing with her. She worked topless or bare a lot of the time- cheaper than always cleaning clothes. And gorgeous as she was, Eiryn figured Isis had basically the same equipment as every other chick she'd seen...<br><br><em>Riiiight. Keep telling yourself that.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyron</strong> on <strong>10-01-2015, 03:10:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff7/HaruTokushima/Realistic%20Chars/Stephen%20Rains/4bd48e26-2a62-4730-9e06-d4132a33750c_zpsc15ee5ba.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Zach Evans<br><strong>Location:</strong> Parker Commons Lawn<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> No one, open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Zach being a grouchy loner<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pirate (http://www.halloweencostumes.com/mens-cutthroat-pirate-costume.html)<br><hr><br>Finally. They were leaving. It was like his brain had to torment him by picking up on every pathetic line the Casanova spewed. A puke-worthy performance, really. It had taken effort not to turn around and say something he'd only slightly regret. <br><br>Sure, he could've went to another table, but he was here first.<br><br>Zach lightly tapped his finger on the table, the melody to Eminent's latest work in progress playing in his head. It sounded like a single. Now they just needed lyrics. Only the words weren't coming. Last night he left a sheet of paper scarred in black before calling it quits. Not that his mind ever stopped churning on it. Last night had been restless and earlier at work he about smashed his face against the shelves of porn star dildos just to get himself to stop thinking for just. one. minute.<br><br>Bet that would've gotten someone's rocks off.<br><br><em>Shit. It's chilly.</em> He rubbed at his tattooed arms. For Chicago, it could've been worse, but this costume was pretty thin. The t-shirt he had stuck on under the tunic didn't help much. Heavy laughter erupted from a table not too far away. Over on the "dance floor," some chick fell flat on her ass. People were getting drunker.<br><br>Really, he was surprised with the turnout. Who would've thought Maggie had it in her? Apparently, the devil herself.<br><br>Zach wished he knew about the bar beforehand. If he did, he wouldn't have bothered bringing a case. It wasn't even anything good. Coors Light or some shit. Not that he would've brought anything better, if not beer. He didn't owe any of them anything. Most of these people were strangers, maybe faces he had seen here and there, but that was it, and it had been a couple of years since he moved into this place. Some would probably say he was more sociable on stage, and they were right. It was easier talking at a mass of faces he would forget the next day than with one person.<br><br>Maybe he shouldn't have bothered with this party. He wanted to distract himself, but so much for that. <br><br>Well, at least Miss O'Shea had brought some pretty good shit. Seeing that his cup was empty, he headed to the bar.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>10-01-2015, 03:32:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/cc/b8/8f/ccb88fa477ea0ab73d1caa294c312a7f.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Isis Hastings<br><strong>Location:</strong> Party!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Eiryn, Matthew<br><strong>Content:</strong> Nervous yet excited<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> http://www.polyvore.com/lynn_for_monica_vbd/set?id=126398596<br><hr><br>"Wasn't trying to scare ya." Isis smiled at Eiryn's words before getting hersel a piece of cake. To be honest,she was just as nervous as Eiryn was.&nbsp; She was just better at hiding it. It had been a really long time since she had found someone she'd even had some real interest in and now she had, but she could also see them becoming friends. It would suck to do something that wouldn't work out and then make everything awkward. Maybe she was just really overthinking this.<br><br>"Well, I have no modesty so there's that and the fact that I hate clothes...even if I own a shitload of them...that helps with the lack of modesty. Second of all..." She stopped talking as she felt Eiryn's finger delicately wipe icing from the corner of her mouth. "now I've lost my train of thought." Isis was really kind of speechless, but wanted to talk...it just wasn't happening right now. After what felt like forever to her, but was probably only a few seconds, she spoke again. "I say we finish and then we go get me some clothes so we can get going?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>10-01-2015, 04:05:27</strong>
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				<br><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/88/2b/7a/882b7a8e5773e2ce3bc7f8b7dcefca89.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Eiryn Grim<br><br><br><strong>Location:</strong> At da Partay, <br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Isis, open.<br><br><strong>Content:</strong> Holding it together, sorta.<br><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Something Witchy This Way Comes. (http://41.media.tumblr.com/efec81c4668d854e1713032a3930c8e0/tumblr_nd9bf43l9x1tsaz7eo1_1280.jpg)<br><hr><br><br>"Yeah."&nbsp; her voice was hoarse. Must have been from the smoke. "Clothes suck. Uh...I mean...yeah, let's get you changed, and you can see the stuff I've got here, and maybe, if you want, we can walk uptown to the loft. Or just walk. Or...OK."&nbsp; The smile she got onto her face was actually kind of shy, which was a total, adorable clash with her personality. "Sorry. I'm not real good at this. Maybe you can tell.&nbsp; I like the cake, by the way. Probably not the best judge though, since I've got the world's worst sweet tooth."<br><br><br><em>Oh, good. Compliment her work, and then admit you don't know what the hell you're talking about.&nbsp; </em><br><em>Hey. I'm a visual artist, not a chef.</em><br><em>You're a moron, is what you are.</em><br><em>No argument here, sister.</em><br><br><br>Chuckling at herself, she handed her harlequin a napkin. "You're a sloppy eater. With cake anyway. Icing everywhere..." Noticing the pirate on his way past to the bar, she nodded to the dude, then turned to her friend. "Isn't that that singer?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>10-01-2015, 04:35:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/cc/b8/8f/ccb88fa477ea0ab73d1caa294c312a7f.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Isis Hastings<br><strong>Location:</strong> Party!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Eiryn, Matthew<br><strong>Content:</strong> Nervous yet excited<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> http://www.polyvore.com/lynn_for_monica_vbd/set?id=126398596<br><hr><br>Isis noted the shy smile and it was actually pretty cute, which was probably something that Eiryn wouldn't find amusing but she couldn't stop herself. "You know you've got that whole adorably sexy thing going on when you're nervous."Isis didn't know when the rabling would stop, it was cute but she knew that Eiryn was probably dying inside from it happening. She didn't know that Eiryn was done talking before she leaned in and planted a soft kiss upon the goth's lips. After a moment or so, Isis reluctantly pulled away.<br><br>With a slight blush on her face, she opened her mouth. "Should I have done that...sorry, too soon?"<br><br>Awesome, a change of subject. "Well, nobody's perfect. I have to have some flaws." She grinned teasingly. "Sloppy eating is, sometimes, one of them." She didn't even notice that someone had walked past them until Eiryn said something about it. "I think it is, sure looks like him."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>10-01-2015, 05:03:54</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/88/2b/7a/882b7a8e5773e2ce3bc7f8b7dcefca89.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Eiryn Grim<br><br><br><strong>Location:</strong> At da Partay, <br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Isis, open.<br><br><strong>Content:</strong> In a daze<br><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Something Witchy This Way Comes. (http://41.media.tumblr.com/efec81c4668d854e1713032a3930c8e0/tumblr_nd9bf43l9x1tsaz7eo1_1280.jpg)<br><hr><br>The kiss, it was clear, had caught her totally by surprise. Her mouth worked for a moment when Isis drew back, her eyes were as bright as a raccoon's in the middle of the freeway, and she actually blushed, hard. "Thank you," was all she could manage to say, and even that came out in a sort of strangled whisper. Clearing her throat, she flipped her hood up to hide her confusion and embarrassment- and was very glad she was wearing something heavy enough to hide what was going on under it. "Not...too soon, just let's...take it slow, OK, hun? I..."&nbsp; What to say?<em> 'I've been alone for a while, and I've forgotten how this goes'</em>?&nbsp; <em>'I'm hell on wheels to be around when I'm working, and will probably drive you away'</em>? <em>'I am so hot for you right now I can't think, and I am bound to do something stupid</em>'?<br><br>Thank God for the pirate. Gulping air, she nodded when Isis- whom, she noticed seemed a little surprised by her own behavior, which was maybe a good sign- confirmed her recognition of the guy. "Cool. Didn't know he lived here Um. You want to, you know, say hi?&nbsp; Or should we head in?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>10-01-2015, 20:59:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www1.pictures.zimbio.com/gi/Kirsten+Vangsness+9th+Annual+GLSEN+Respect+qMvnCXXAfDOl.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Maggie Holloway<br><strong>Location:</strong> Her&nbsp; bedroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Hitomi<br><strong>Content:</strong> Hitomi<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Hitomi<br><hr><br>The soft kisses made Maggie squirm and blush. What the hell was she doing? The words echoed through her head, and were suddenly bannished by a surge of intense pleasure as the younger woman's lips wrapped around her big, juicy nipple and sucked. "Oh god! Oh that's good!" Teeth grazed the sensitive bud and Maggie hissed softly, not in displeasure but more in anticipation of a bite that didn't follow,<br><br>The mouth continued South over the soft acres of Maggie's belly, making the building manager squirm and giggle. "Ahhh! Tickles!" She squealed, wriggling a little as the kisses touched her bellybutton. She grinned back as she bet the woman's eyes, spreading her legs, lifting her knees and rotating her pelvis upwards to make access a little easier for Hitome. The gentle foreplay was doing more than turn Maggie on, it was driving her wild. "Oh god, Hitome, Yes, that's ...GNNN!" The warm, eager tongue lapping at her slit made her hips buck upwards, and then the tongue toched her clit. Suddenly the question of why she was bedding a girl young enough to be her daughter was answered - <em>Because she is so good at this!</em><br><br>And then a finger plunged deep inside her core, curling and finding that one spot that was guaranteed to drive her wild. Hitome was saying something but Maggie wasn't listening. "Oh god that's great. It's been so OH! AH! Jeeze yes, do that again! So long! So so very long!" Her eyes were held by Hitomiu's intense gaze, unable to look away.<br><br>Then the Oriental girl made her an offer she couldn't possibly refuse. "Oh yes, yes, please, I want to taste you!" She gasped out. The other woman was taller but much more flexible and Maggie scootted down the bed a little, pullung her pillow with her, then waited as Hitome manoeuvred herself into a sixty-nine, lowering her ass over Maggie's face. The building manager guided the knee with her hands as it crossed her head. She'd had several experiences early in her sex life where the woman on top had accidentally smacked the woman underneath in the face or head with a careless knee or elbow while moving position. It tended to be a bit of a mood killer!<br><br>The smooth pussy before her face glistened with dew and Maggie grinned as she used her fingers to spread the younger woman's lips. Her tongue darted out, tasting the warm fishy sweetness of the soft folds. "Mnnnggg!" She moaned, in combined pleasure at the taste and the continued assault on her own cunny. Unlike Hitome, Maggie did not insert a finger into Hitomi's centre, instead she began to play with the girl's clit with her left hand, while the fingers of her right hand teased and stroked at Hitome's tight sphincter. <br><br>In the mean time Maggie's tongue pushed as deep as she could reach into the girl, lapping and wriggling within Hitome's vagina.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Letrixia</strong> on <strong>10-01-2015, 21:32:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/d4/3e/16/d43e16b2241d1a7db792fcee22cd2e7c.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Hitomi Hiruma<br><strong>Location:</strong> Party!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Maggie<br><strong>Content:</strong> Maggie!<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Birthday suit<br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br>Hitomi looked up at Maggie as she closed her eyes and began enjoying the sensation that Hito was bringing her. Her own pussy was dripping wet ready to be explored as she hoped that this woman would agree to lick her off otherwise she might go insane. She pushed her tongue and lapped up and down on her clit, her fingers made sure to touch her G-spot each time they moved not leaving it alone for more than five seconds before touching it again. She looked up at her and grinned as the woman not only agreed but was eager for Hitomi to give some pussy to her.<br><br>Without wasting much time she moved over the woman and slowly landed her small weight over Maggies face, her pussy directly over the other woman's mouth. Due to the change in position Hitomi had to change strategies, one of her hands moved under Maggie and slowly pushed a finger inside her ass while her tongue pushed inside the woman's pussy. Gasping as the woman started working on Hitomi's pussy she felt goosebumps go from her lower back all the way up to her neck, “Oh god.... oh fuck”. She grinned and with her other hand pushed a finger inside her pussy and with the help of her tongue began driving pleasure to the woman.<br><br>She almost never had a woman lover because a lot of people often hide away their true feelings towards a gender. Maggie was so good at her job that Hitomi thought that she had a few lovers already. Being a huge bondage freak Hitomi had to wonder exactly how kinky was this woman. Grinning she searched her purse and brought out a bullet vibrator before gently pushing it in the lubricated vagina and turning it on high. She knew the power of this bullet vibrator she often used it in public since she always was horny. Grinning she wiggled her vagina a bit on her face as she continued with her job.<br><br>Pleasing a woman was a job that no men knew how to do, they often just pushed their cocks and fucked them. However pleasing a woman had a lot of stuff, Hitomi gently blew on the womans clit while the hand that was on her ass began to move all over her thighs softly touching her sensitive skin while her tongue continued with her pussy. “Mmmm so delicious....” Hitomi could not help but to say as the woman juices began flowing in her mouth, “Mmmm you are soo good baby” Hitomi lets out a moan deciding to not hide anything away from this woman, if she was enjoying this then she would always speak. “Mmmmm oh yes keep going... oh fuck....” she knew that if this woman kept going the way she was Hitomi would have no choice but to cum even though she wanted to keep at it and wanted her to keep going.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>10-01-2015, 22:40:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/cc/b8/8f/ccb88fa477ea0ab73d1caa294c312a7f.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Isis Hastings<br><strong>Location:</strong> Party!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Eiryn<br><strong>Content:</strong> Nervous yet excited/embarrassed<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> http://www.polyvore.com/lynn_for_monica_vbd/set?id=126398596<br><hr><br>"Slow is good." <em>Even though I want you like right now, slow is good.</em> Isis weighed the options, stay out here in the cold and make small talk with the singer from Eminent or go inside to warmth and be alone with Eiryn. "Well, wouldn't wanna be rude. We can say hi and then head inside? I'm freezing my butt off. How does that sound?" <br><br>As they started to head towards the thrown together bar, Isis smiled shyly and looked anywhere instead of directly at Eiryn. She knew she eventually had to look at the woman. "So, yeah, I don't know why I did that." She said softly but there was that bright smile before she grabbed&nbsp; her bottle of American Honey. "I think I'll just take this back with me."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>10-01-2015, 23:05:06</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/88/2b/7a/882b7a8e5773e2ce3bc7f8b7dcefca89.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Eiryn Grim<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> At da Partay, <br><br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Isis, Zach<br><br><br><strong>Content:</strong> Still in a daze<br><br><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Something Witchy This Way Comes. (http://41.media.tumblr.com/efec81c4668d854e1713032a3930c8e0/tumblr_nd9bf43l9x1tsaz7eo1_1280.jpg)<br><hr><br>"Hey..." Eiryn reached out, and took one of Isis' hands, and then...didn't seem to quite know what to do with it. So she just held it. And grinned. "Don't see me callin' the cops, right? I just..." Words failed her for a moment; her lips worked, then she grimaced. "Look, I've been through my stereotypical 'screw everything that breathes' phase, k? Doesn't work for me. And I can be a real pain in the ass, and I never sleep, and I don't know what the hell I'm lookin' for..." With a sigh, she lowered the hand, pressing it gently against the curve of the baker's hip. Her next words were far less frantic, positively gentle. "And you're way too cool for this to get fucked up. So, yeah....slow."<br><br>Glancing over her shoulder, she spied Zach glowering at the bar. "But&nbsp; not so slow your ass falls off. It'd be hard as shit walkin' with you in that condition. Let's go be polite, and then be rude and fuck off. I HATE this goddamn robe, anyway."&nbsp; Striding over the singer, she wasted no time. "Hey. I know you, but I'm a&nbsp; fuckup, so I forget your name. You're with that band, did a gig at Eden a month or so ago, aren't ya?&nbsp; Eminent?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyron</strong> on <strong>11-01-2015, 02:54:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff7/HaruTokushima/Realistic%20Chars/Stephen%20Rains/4bd48e26-2a62-4730-9e06-d4132a33750c_zpsc15ee5ba.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Zach Evans<br><strong>Location:</strong> Parker Commons Lawn<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Eiryn, Isis, open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Yay talking<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pirate (http://www.halloweencostumes.com/mens-cutthroat-pirate-costume.html)<br><hr><br>If there was one thing Zach liked about Molly, she was quick. The bar was getting swarmed, but she kept the drinks coming. With his cup back in his hand, he lifted it to his lips, but he didn't get much further than that before he sensed someone's approaching presence--no, scratch that; two people, he saw, when he turned halfway around. He looked between them, not bothering to hide his curiosity. They were by that badass cake a moment ago, and maybe he and goth girl exchanged nods, but he didn't think that meant "stalk my ass to the bar."<br><br>Goth Girl spoke first. She almost confused him until she dropped that word: <em>band</em>. He tried to mask the mild surprise. "That's right. Last month." Eminent was still a fledgling, so it still felt odd receiving recognition, especially from a gig that long ago. Hell, it almost shocked him when their lead guitarist announced they got a gig at Eden. He didn't think a gay club would want to hear a hard rock act, but it turned out, it was some event at the club; they weren't the only local queer artists to play--not that the entire band swung that way, but they milked it for what it was worth.<br><br>"Name's Zach." He set his drink down to free his hand. Handshakes were way too stiff, but he didn't want to come off as a douchebag. It would suck if these ladies actually liked their stuff, and then wanted nothing to do with them because he rubbed them the wrong way. "There was some pretty kickass music that night," he said after they made their introductions. Kind of true. Some of it was trash, like those one 'songs' that sounded like something Lady Gag would do, or those others that were straight-up techno--dub? Whatever the fuck. He got it; people had different tastes. But it was shit to him.<br><br>"You, uh, can I get you ladies a drink?" he asked, shoving a thumb over his shoulder. Then he noticed the bottle in Isis' hand. "Never mind. Looks like you're all set."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>11-01-2015, 05:03:52</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/88/2b/7a/882b7a8e5773e2ce3bc7f8b7dcefca89.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Eiryn Grim<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> At da Partay, <br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Isis, Zach<br><br><strong>Content:</strong> Business before pleasure...briefly.<br><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Something Witchy This Way Comes. (http://41.media.tumblr.com/efec81c4668d854e1713032a3930c8e0/tumblr_nd9bf43l9x1tsaz7eo1_1280.jpg)<br><hr><br><br>Eiryn met him grip for grip, her handshake no-bullshit, all long fingers and calluses. "Eiryn. Was kinda surprised to see you- didn't know you lived here. I was behind the bar that night, didn't get a chance to talk to any of ya." She nodded as his assessment. "Pretty hardcore. Have to say, though, couple a tunes, sounded like you guys still haven't totally found your voice." A shrug wrote it off. "No big. Happens to all of us. You'll get there."<br><br>Cocking her head to look at him again, she asked "You got a card? Doing a gallery show in about six weeks, might want to hire you. No promises- depends on the venue manager, an' she's been yanking my chain from day one, but if I can work it..."&nbsp; Sheepishly, she snapped her mouth shut, looked sideways at Isis. "And...this is Isis. And I'm an asshole.&nbsp; Sorry. I get kinda fixated, some times. Great for work, sucks for bein' social."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>11-01-2015, 06:19:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/cc/b8/8f/ccb88fa477ea0ab73d1caa294c312a7f.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Isis Hastings<br><strong>Location:</strong> Party!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Eiryn, Zach<br><strong>Content:</strong> Nervous yet excited/embarrassed<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> http://www.polyvore.com/lynn_for_monica_vbd/set?id=126398596<br><hr><br>Isis, kind of, stayed quiet when Eiryn began speaking to Zach. It wasn't that she didn't really know anything about the band he was in, she'd been at Eden that night. Their music was great, even if she had the musical attention span of a goldfish sometimes. She was super eclectic and could go from Black Sabbath to Britney Spears in minutes. She was staying quiet becaus she wanted to give Eiryn a chance to network. Isis knew the importance of networking. She'd done a lot in her day.<br><br>As Eiryn introduced her, she smiled at Zach. "Nice to meet ya....what?" She responded with as he said it looked like they were all set drink-wise and then she realized that she was holding an entire bottle of American Honey. "Oh, yeah....it seems we are. We were just about to head inside but we didn't want to be rude and not say hi." Isis' face held the smile that it had all night. "Eminent has a nice style, I like it."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyron</strong> on <strong>11-01-2015, 18:55:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff7/HaruTokushima/Realistic%20Chars/Stephen%20Rains/4bd48e26-2a62-4730-9e06-d4132a33750c_zpsc15ee5ba.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Zach Evans<br><strong>Location:</strong> Parker Commons Lawn<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Eiryn, Isis, open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Networking and butthurt<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pirate (http://www.halloweencostumes.com/mens-cutthroat-pirate-costume.html)<br><hr><br>The critique was like a smack across the face. Zach threw in a shrug, too, trying to be nonchalant about it. "We didn't start that long ago."<br><br>And now came the reason why they were really over here. <em>Why the fuck do you want us if we suck?</em> Probably because she thought they'd be cheap. Can't afford a real band.<br><br>But he knew right now wasn't the time to get butthurt. He didn't want anything more to do with this bitch, but Eminent needed gigs. Having the two seconds to just listen helped him control himself, and give a minor distraction--when the brunette, Isis, spoke, he recognized her voice. Fuck. Casanova was with these guys. But he wasn't here. Yet. Zach glanced around, not that it would do much good when he didn't know what he looked like.<br><br>His attention back on Isis, he offered a smile at her compliment. Not that he believed it. She was probably a fake. That smile sort of helped assert it. "Then we'll make this quick and get you out of the cold." All fine and dandy for him. He looked at Eiryn. "I don't have one on me right now. Would a number work? Tell the manager we have about a hundred fans." More like just under seventy-five, but things could change in six weeks. "If you get us, you get at least half that at your gallery. We have a couple songs on our Facebook if she needs to check us out herself. But I'm not gonna lie. Not sure how we fit in at that scene. We're not exactly soft listening." But if Eiryn's looks were anything to go by, the art probably wasn't all sunshine and daisies.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>11-01-2015, 19:35:14</strong>
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				<br><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/88/2b/7a/882b7a8e5773e2ce3bc7f8b7dcefca89.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Eiryn Grim<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> At da Partay, <br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Isis, Zach<br><br><strong>Content:</strong> Well, she never claimed to be patient...<br><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Something Witchy This Way Comes. (http://41.media.tumblr.com/efec81c4668d854e1713032a3930c8e0/tumblr_nd9bf43l9x1tsaz7eo1_1280.jpg)<br><hr>Eiryn gave Zach a look. It was hard to classify, but it might have, with a few more watts of personality behind it, curdled milk. "It's not a tea party dance, sweet cheeks. If I wanted somethin' light, I wouldn't be wasting time asking <em>you</em>." Then, smirking lopsidedly, she relented. "But fuck me, it's good to meet someone who isn't so desperate they'll do any bullshit you ask 'em for." Fumbling under her robe sash, she took out a smartphone, which for some reason seemed totally at odds with her personality.<br><br>"Go ahead, give me the number.&nbsp; Don't worry about your draw- that ain't the issue. Gallery owner's already chaffed about the 'element' my show's gonna bring in, so tellin' her about your fanbase won't improve her attitude any. But she stands to make bank on me, so I got some leverage. Probably light work, one set, about halfway through the show. But we can talk."<br><br>Like quicksilver, her expression changed again, and she gave the lovely woman at her side another rueful grin. "Sorry, hun," she half-whispered. "I told you...I can be a real pain. Especially when it's work-related. Prolly why I practice serial singledom."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>11-01-2015, 20:21:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/cc/b8/8f/ccb88fa477ea0ab73d1caa294c312a7f.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Isis Hastings<br><strong>Location:</strong> Party!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Eiryn, Zach<br><strong>Content:</strong> Nervous yet excited/embarrassed<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> http://www.polyvore.com/lynn_for_monica_vbd/set?id=126398596<br><hr><br>Isis' smile left her face. She hated being cast into a stereotype because of what she looked like or that she seemed to always be smiling. She didn't say much because she didn't like it when someone was being a dick for an unapparent reason which probably gave him the impression that she was stupid. She got it, he was kind of offended but someone was thinking of hiring his band. Maybe the two of them would meet again when Isis was a little less drunk and a little less high and they could actually have some kind of semblance of an actual conversation.<br><br>Her eyes met Eiryn's as the other woman looked at her and apologized. "Eh, so you're a little mercurial. I can deal with that, if I can't, believe me...I'll let you know. I don't mind, finish your networking. He thinks I'm being insincere about liking his music so I'll just be right here waiting." Isis stood off to the side and lit up a cigarette.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>la dame en noir</strong> on <strong>11-01-2015, 20:38:49</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="floatleft">(http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc255/Skittle_Kitten_Plur/tumblr_nbpr2ocZzt1sc34w0o1_500-Copy_zps8ee7ef7a.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Olivia Rian Carter<br><strong>Location:</strong> Parker Commons - Party<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Content:</strong> Observing - content &amp; quiet (for now) - mild language <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &nbsp;Voodoo Burlesque (http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc255/Skittle_Kitten_Plur/bd9dbe69cfc6a97a2d9442d14a1d3b8d-Copy_zpse26433f0.jpg)<br><hr><br>Olivia turned to the side, staring at her figured in her mirror. She wanted to be sure she looked just right, seeing as though this was her first "party" since moving to Chicago. Her life had been so busy with dance gig after dance gig, that she hardly had enough time to mingle and get to know the people of the windy city. Olivia smiled - content with her final result. She had taken extra time to get her makeup just right and her costume, which she made by hand, flawless. Turning to face herself front wards, she took in a deep breath before letting it go loudly. Shaking her arms she leaned up staring at the ceiling and then back forward again. "Alrighty Rian...get yourself together its just a little mingle party." Normally she wouldn't find herself feeling so nervous about meeting new people, but she often felt that people on this side of the country were a little different from her San Francisco crowd. Grabbing her keys and I.D. she quickly walked out the front door, closing it behind her before locking it tightly.<br><br>The hallway seemed longer than normal - maybe it was just her nerves. She closed her eyes as she stopped for a moment to catch her composure. Olivia decided to take the stairs down the apartment building in order to give herself enough time to get over her childish nerves. Once reaching the bottom she could hear music playing from a short distance and voices chattering intertwined with one another. <em>"Please, gods of olympus - let me get through this night, maybe make a couple of friends. I hope I didn't forget something. I hope I don't say anything stupid."</em> Her thoughts were all over the place, giving her time enough to be distracted as she found herself right in the middle of the party. <br><br>Looking around she was amazed at the turn out and how chill everyone seemed to be. Or maybe it was just her. "Holy blue balls, its cold as shit out here." granted she was a Bay Area girl, she would've never thought to walk outside during the night in barely anything and expect it to be warm. It was no different here either. She noticed that a majority of the food was provided by the residents and at this moment she felt stupid to the core. "Oh goddamnit...I left my eggrolls at home." Olivia had a knack for cooking ethnic foods and especially loved making homemade mini shrimp eggolls and sweet &amp; sour sauce. Shaking her head gently she walked over to the table grabbing a few cutely decorated cookies, taking a bite and watching the crowd.<br><br>Eventually, she would talk to someone...eventually.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyron</strong> on <strong>11-01-2015, 21:51:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff7/HaruTokushima/Realistic%20Chars/Stephen%20Rains/4bd48e26-2a62-4730-9e06-d4132a33750c_zpsc15ee5ba.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Zach Evans<br><strong>Location:</strong> Parker Commons Lawn<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Eiryn, Isis, open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Networking and butthurt<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pirate (http://www.halloweencostumes.com/mens-cutthroat-pirate-costume.html)<br><hr><br>If there hadn't been a bar behind him, Zach probably would've taken a step back from the look he just got. He kept his mouth clamped shut as he listened, trying not to get snippy in return and to keep the emotions pushed down where they needed to be. It was just like working at Lustful Minds. "Right. We need work, but we won't sink that low."<br><br>Basically, the odds of them playing there were slim. Oh well. If it didn't work out, then screw it. Maybe it was for the better. Zach waited for her to get done speaking to Isis. If there was one good thing he could say, Eiryn seemed genuine enough. But she was still a bitch.<br><br>That was okay. They were almost done. Just a number and they could all be on their merry ways. Except that couldn't happen. Isis got pissy and passive-aggressive. She took a step away.<br><br>"Know what?" he said to Eiryn, the words out before he knew it, but he didn't stop himself, only dammed the emotions to keep his inflections to a small 'fuck you.' "Forget it. Thanks anyway." He grabbed his drink. "Have a pleasant night."<br><br>He stalked off, and kept on going, not caring what they would have to say, not caring he had hurt some poor girl's feelings or that he had just fucked the chances of a gig. "Forget it." When he reached the sidewalk, he downed his beer and threw away the cup. He needed to take a walk.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>12-01-2015, 00:40:36</strong>
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				<br><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/88/2b/7a/882b7a8e5773e2ce3bc7f8b7dcefca89.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Eiryn Grim<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> At da Partay, <br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Isis<br><br><strong>Content:</strong> More in WTF than in anger<br><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Something Witchy This Way Comes. (http://41.media.tumblr.com/efec81c4668d854e1713032a3930c8e0/tumblr_nd9bf43l9x1tsaz7eo1_1280.jpg)<br><hr><br>The witched-out Goth watched the singer storm off with an expression that could only be described as 'muddled.' "What...the <em>fuck</em>...was that?" Her nose wrinkled up as she frowned, making her look like she'd smelt something bad, but really, she was more surprised than anything.<br><br>After a minute, she turned to Isis and shrugged. "Artists. The hell you gonna do? Promise me, though, I pull that shit when you're around? Hit me with a bus or something." Grinning, she took her goddess' hand again. "Come on. Let's get you outa your Pulcinellas. Annnnnd into something warmer," she quickly continued, before either one of them could say something that would embarrass either of them even more.<br><br>Still, she snuck one last look back in the direction Zach had headed, and rolled her eyes. "What. Ever."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>12-01-2015, 01:29:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/cc/b8/8f/ccb88fa477ea0ab73d1caa294c312a7f.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Isis Hastings<br><strong>Location:</strong> Party!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Eiryn<br><strong>Content:</strong> Cold and confused, ready to go inside<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> http://www.polyvore.com/lynn_for_monica_vbd/set?id=126398596<br><hr><br>Isis watched as Zach stormed off "Well, he's just delightful." She thought about what could have pissed him off so bad. "I don't know but sorry 'bout that." She smiled as Eiryn grabbed her hand again and they started walking.<br><br>"It's a deal, I'll just slap the shit outta you...okay?" Isis grinned and pulled Eiryn a little closer. She nodded at the mention of getting her into something warmer. "That sounds nice." She led Eiryn up to her apartment so she could grab some clothes and whatnot. "I'll give you the pretty short tour when we have more time. It's kind of an eclectic place." She shrugged as they started to leave. "To your apartment? Oh, and you have my permission to slap me if you're ever around and I get all bitchy while trying to get something perfect while working as well."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>12-01-2015, 02:49:27</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/88/2b/7a/882b7a8e5773e2ce3bc7f8b7dcefca89.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Eiryn Grim<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> At her flat<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Isis<br><br><strong>Content:</strong> Show and tell, of several sorts...<br><br><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Something Witchy This Way Comes. (http://41.media.tumblr.com/efec81c4668d854e1713032a3930c8e0/tumblr_nd9bf43l9x1tsaz7eo1_1280.jpg)<br><hr><br><br>"You kidding? Probably give you pointers. One thing bein' edgy if you're actually working.&nbsp; Another to blow attitude for no reason at all...though I do that, too, sometimes, so i really can't hate the guy over it..." It took Eiryn three tries to get the key in her lock. Not because her hands were shaking. Not at all...<br><br>She's been exaggerating the small size of her flat a bit, but it was pretty tiny, and it was full of bookcases, a small drafting table, and a computer workstation desk. "Uh..." Moving a pair of high boots form in front of a door, she gestured. "Bathroom. If you want to change. I'm gonna get out of this fake witch crap."&nbsp; She was, in fact, already unlacing her robe, and had it off before she hit the door to her bedroom. Isis got a glimpse of a strong if kind of skinny, pale back, and a pair of bullet hole boxers &nbsp;(http://image13.spreadshirt.net/image-server/v1/products/15895467/views/2,width=378,height=378,appearanceId=2/Black-::4-SHOT-BULLET-HOLE::-Underwear.jpg) on a tiny, tight rump, before the artist vanished around the corner into her sleep area.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AzaraelLawless</strong> on <strong>12-01-2015, 02:54:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://p.gr-assets.com/540x540/fit/hostedimages/1382315793/5812677.jpg)</div><strong>Name:Matthew McCormick</strong> <br><strong>Location: back at the party </strong> <br><strong>Tagging: Olivia, open</strong> <br><strong>Content: curiosity and sleeplessness&nbsp; </strong><br><strong>Wearing: Jeans, snow jacket and white Nikes</strong> <br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Waiting for the irate man to pass before walking towards the party.&nbsp; Jacket hanging loosely over his white t-shirt, dog tags hanging proudly in the middle of his chest. Looking around he noticed a few new faces, amongst Isis and Eiryn. Shrugging, he approached the bar and made a quick Jack and Coke. Sipping quietly, taking in everyone from a distance, he knew Eiryn was a tough one but had a meaning well heart, Isis, the very bubbly one, and ofcourse the angry, yet handsome man from earlier. <em>danger assessment now Matthew, really?</em> shaking his head, old habits and all that.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Waving nonchalantly at Isis and Eiryn, giving Eiryn a sly thumbs up as they were leaving before returning to his scan of the room. A cute redhead had joined the party, and a lovely dark haired woman at another table. Shouldnt be rude he thought and go make himself friendly casually walking to the table in which the dark haired woman sat, "pardon me miss, may i sit awhile? Im trying to meet my soon to be neighbors" finishing with a small smile <em>dont be akward, dont be akward</em>&nbsp; "may i ask your name miss?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>12-01-2015, 03:28:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/cc/b8/8f/ccb88fa477ea0ab73d1caa294c312a7f.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Isis Hastings<br><strong>Location:</strong> Eiryn's apartment<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Eiryn<br><strong>Content:</strong> Warm and excited<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> http://www.polyvore.com/lynn_for_monica_vbd/set?id=126398596<br><hr><br>Isis' eyes flitted around Eiryn's apartment, it was small but effective. As Eiryn showed her to the bathroom, Isis' eyes followed the woman as she walked off and dropped her robe. Granted, Eiryn was way different than most women that she was attracted to but Isis didn't really care about that. She smiled as her gaze drifted downwards before she tuned around to change herself. <br><br>Isis didn't bother closing the door as she peeled off the skintight pants that she'd been wearing, revealing a pair of long tanned shapely legs. She pulled off the top she'd been wearing which revealed a tight, flat stomach and a set of full breasts, half covered by a red lace bra. She pulled on the jeans and slight over-sized sweater that she'd brought. Her butt wouldn't allow any of her jeans to not be tight, she didn't mind it though.<br><br>After she'd&nbsp; gotten dressed again, she pulled off the wig she'd had on and sighed contentedly. "Ah, that's better." Running her fingers through her long, chestnut colored hair. She folded the costume neatly and set it on a chair in the living room area of Eiryn's place. "More comfortable now?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>la dame en noir</strong> on <strong>12-01-2015, 04:03:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc255/Skittle_Kitten_Plur/tumblr_nbpr2ocZzt1sc34w0o1_500-Copy_zps8ee7ef7a.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Olivia Rian Carter<br><strong>Location:</strong> Party - eating cookies like a pig<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Matthew - Open (also noticed Jasmine)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Mild Language - content and happy<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Voodoo Burlesque (http://s219.photobucket.com/user/Skittle_Kitten_Plur/media/bd9dbe69cfc6a97a2d9442d14a1d3b8d-Copy_zpse26433f0.jpg.html)<br><hr><br>Olivia was lost in thought as she observed what seemed to be a disagreement or argument, she couldn't really tell and didn't really want to be apart of it. She always found party fights to be rather amusing and most of them were always apart of a drunken stupor. Grabbing another cookie she began to nibble on it slowly, noticing a beautiful red-headed woman in the distance. She, like many people, could careless about the color of someone's skin when it came to being physically and sexually attracted - but she did love a pale toned red-head. Olivia blushed, having very few encounters with women. Lost in thought again she began to wonder what she could do to to get her attention. <em>'Oh jesus, what the hell is this? I have never seen a woman that beautiful in my life.'</em> she thought to herself, completely ignoring the fact that a young man had come to speak with her.<br><br>Turning to her side, she saw a handsome fellow introducing himself. Mid bite into her cookie, she choked, spitting out the rest in front of her. 'Cough-ahhhhh-cough-cough' she doubled over before picking herself up and wiping her mouth. She was embarrassed, thankfully her smooth dark skin hid the embarrassment, but her face was hot. Looking up at the rather handsome man, she smiled trying to find her wits. "My name -cough- is Olivia, I am so sorry you had to meet me in this state." she tried to apologize feeling quite stupid. "You can call me anything you - Rian" she had to stop herself from flirting, which was one bad habit she had when meeting attractive people.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>12-01-2015, 04:19:14</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/88/2b/7a/882b7a8e5773e2ce3bc7f8b7dcefca89.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Eiryn Grim<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> At her flat<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Isis<br><br><strong>Content:</strong> Show and tell, of several sorts...<br><br><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Goth/Punk jeans (http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/68/1c/08/681c0858094d0c087edb1e73e512e52f.jpg); black crop tank top (https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/shopping?q=tbn:ANd9GcSYaiGZqJSYILXmjjQg1Fy7hDCWs-dYSa8nWGbOHpa_LxjwWixt&amp;usqp=CAE);asymmetric jacket (http://s001.osstatic.net/s/jctr/store/productimages/details/1275_pitch_black_l_z.jpg).<br><br><hr><br>"Oh, hell yeah," came from the bedroom. "Don't know what gave me that stupid witch idea, anyway. I musta looked six kinds of stupid..." She came out barefoot, hair mussed a bit, in tight jeans, a thin crop under an open jacket- and stopped, staring at Isis for a moment. "How the fuck do you look hotter in street clothes?&nbsp; Uh...never mind. Coffee?&nbsp; Or I've got some better beer up here, if you're still in a drinking mood. More smoke, too, if you want."&nbsp; So close, so enclosed, she looked nervous. "You uh...might actually want to be stoned to see the couple of pieces I've got here.&nbsp; They're a little creepy."<br><br>Her dark eyes rolled. "A little creepy. Genius. <strong>All</strong> my stuff is a little creepy, it's why I can make money at it. Anyway. Can I get you somerthin'?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AzaraelLawless</strong> on <strong>12-01-2015, 04:41:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://p.gr-assets.com/540x540/fit/hostedimages/1382315793/5812677.jpg)</div><strong>Name:Matthew McCormick</strong> <br><strong>Location: back at the party </strong> <br><strong>Tagging: Olivia, open</strong> <br><strong>Content: Re-evaluating situation </strong><br><strong>Wearing:Jeans, snow jacket and white Nikes</strong> <br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Smiling warmly,&nbsp; "did not mean to scare you, Rian huh? Even Olivia is a very unique name" sipping quietly from his glass, politely hands her a napkin from his open hand, "here, i hope i didn't ruin your outfit, its quite lovely on you" <em>oh look at Mr.Confident now</em> "My name is Matthew but you can call me Ezrias" finishing with a small smile. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She was even more beautiful up close, her eyes were like jewels. "Miss, i must confess, i find you very attractive" <em>a little forward dont you think?</em> blushing slightly, trying to keep eye contact, not wishing to let his eyes wander her marvel of a body. "I saw you sitting alone and wondered, why would such a lovely woman, be on her own?" <em>that didnt sound creepy at all or cliche as hell</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>la dame en noir</strong> on <strong>12-01-2015, 04:58:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc255/Skittle_Kitten_Plur/tumblr_nbpr2ocZzt1sc34w0o1_500-Copy_zps8ee7ef7a.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Olivia Rian Carter<br><strong>Location:</strong> Party - eating cookies like a pig<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Matthew <br><strong>Content:</strong> Mild Language - content and happy<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Voodoo Burlesque (http://s219.photobucket.com/user/Skittle_Kitten_Plur/media/bd9dbe69cfc6a97a2d9442d14a1d3b8d-Copy_zpse26433f0.jpg.html)<br><hr><br><div style="text-align: justify;">Olivia found herself quite amused by the young man's compliment. She never really paid much attention to compliments - being as she was a burlesque dancer and always received advances after every show. But it always worried her just slightly when men were up front. Though, she didn't want to think badly on him - she was sure he was just being polite. Finishing her cookie, she swallowed and gave him a big white grin. Olivia was feeling rather playful and rightfully so. "Ha, nice one...did you just come up with that yourself?" her playful and sarcastic side showing. Depending on the type of person he was, he could get offended it, but it was worth a try. Anyone that could stick around with her without being offended or annoyed was okay in her book. Olivia playful reached over him and grabbed his drink from his hand, taking a quick swig and then pushing back into him. "Whew...jesus..Jack &amp; coke?" she wasn't much of a drinker and often figured she gets drunk by her surroundings. Using the napkin he handed her, she looked herself over once to see if anything had gotten on to her, but thankfully she was a rather clean individual. Looking back up, she smiled - her sparking grey eyes meeting his. <br><br>"Ezrias, huh? Where did that name come about? I feel like i'm talking to a fantasy knight come to sweep me off my feet." she joked. Olivia was a nerd and loved fantasy, as well as writing. His name just happened to remind her of a hero she had just read about recently. "To be perfectly honest, I came out here because I hadn't the chance to meet anyone officially yet. I've been in Chicago for a couple of months now and have been busy with work and never had a chance to mingle." she stopped herself not wanting to bore him with life facts. "But enough about me, whats a guy like you doing here? You're certainly not dressed for the occasion."</div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AzaraelLawless</strong> on <strong>12-01-2015, 08:07:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://p.gr-assets.com/540x540/fit/hostedimages/1382315793/5812677.jpg)</div><strong>Name:Matthew McCormick</strong> <br><strong>Location: back at the party </strong> <br><strong>Tagging: Rian, open</strong> <br><strong>Content: Intrigued but cautious&nbsp; </strong><br><strong>Wearing:Jeans, snow jacket and white Nikes</strong> <br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Smiling kindly, "I have only been here for a few days, discharged from the Marines about three days ago" he said softly, "Ezrias, was a name given to me by a very close friend of mine",&nbsp; <em>steady old boy, you can do it</em> "He told me i constantly tried to save or help others, like a knight, and Ezrias means noble birth, serving our country is not unlike serving a king, only no sword is held by this knight." Chuckling quietly at her response to his drink, and quick to retort, "yes ma'am in fact i did, on the spot one-liners, thank you i will be here all week." Punctuated by a dramatic bow, looking up only to give her a pleasant, yet admiring smile.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Sipping casually on his drink, "well, i was wandering and was greeted by some very friendly neighbors, and will hopefully be living here soon." Chuckles, "as for my clothing, i needed desperately out of my dress blues and into something warmer, the air is rather, shall i say, formidable?" <em>oh look who is mr.Charming now</em>&nbsp; looking quickly at his hands upon realizing, he had been staring into her eyes, he couldnt help himself, eyes were his only weakness. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>12-01-2015, 19:43:58</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/c8/88/e5/c888e5269a9fd9ce9dd07279cbb1c294.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ryder Monroe<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> Just Pulling up to Parker Commons<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; No one and everyone<br><br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Family Ties<br><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> As shown<br><br><br><hr><br>Ryder tossed a few bills at the cab driver and hoisted her duffel out of the back seat. He bitched about the sixty cent tip, but the fucker had driven around in circles for ten minutes to run the meter up; he musta known she was an out of towner, and his little dick games had used up almost all the cash she had as it was. Lucky she paid him at all.&nbsp; He got the finger, double barreled, as he grumbled, then she turned her back on him.&nbsp; As he gunned his engine and raced off, she picked up a soda can sitting in the gutter and hucked it at the back of his cab. Missed, of course, but it made her feel a little better.<br><br>There was music playing, and a lot of voices- looked like maybe she'd pulled up just in time for a party. That made her feel better, too, as did spotting a couple of really hot chicks here and there. Maybe she could skip the whole part about seeing Liz, and just find some bitch to crash with and play 'how many fingers' with. That made her feel better, too.<br><br>And worse, at the same time. She was sick to her stomach, and for once it wasn't from a hangover or a down, or an overeager fist up her slit. She hadn't seen her sis for almost three years, hadn't even talked to her except that one drunkass conversation on the phone a few weeks back. <em>What the fucking hell am I doing here</em>, she wondered, as her feet carried her towards the crowd. At least she could find a drink to even her out, and maybe someone was holding. Somebody might be able to tell her if Lizzie was even home- if she wasn't, plan B was get very drunk, and wake up sore and smelling of a stranger's cunt.<br><br><br>"Hey," she grunted, as she sort of elbowed her way past a beefy guy who was chatting up a knockout ebony goddess type. Scumbag. She made note of the black chick as a possible hookup for later, but they were in the way of the bar, and business before pleasure, always.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AzaraelLawless</strong> on <strong>12-01-2015, 20:44:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://p.gr-assets.com/540x540/fit/hostedimages/1382315793/5812677.jpg)</div><strong>Name:Matthew McCormick</strong> <br><strong>Location: back at the party </strong> <br><strong>Tagging: Rian, open</strong> <br><strong>Content: Re-evaluating situation </strong><br><strong>Wearing:Jeans, snow jacket and white Nikes</strong> <br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Mid-sentence got elbowed by a newcomer, turning around quickly on his heels, "pardon miss, whats the rush?" Shaking his head, there goes the normally friendly atmosphere. Quietly withdrawing his hand from his jacket. <em>relax Matthew, not a threat, relax</em> "well that was rather rude, not sure what i did to deserve that, but i suppose you have your reasons." Chuckles, one day they will run into someone who isnt as forgiving as myself. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Readjusting his jacket and removing a cigarette from his pocket, casually lighting it, setting his cup on the table. Looking towards Rian again, still rather caught in her gaze, still the young womans actions weighing on his memory. He had fought and.served, been shot and shot at to allow people like her to live freely and without care. Yet another ungrateful member of the world.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>12-01-2015, 22:35:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/cc/b8/8f/ccb88fa477ea0ab73d1caa294c312a7f.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Isis Hastings<br><strong>Location:</strong> Eiryn's apartment<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Eiryn<br><strong>Content:</strong> Warm and excited<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Jeans and a sweater<br><hr><br>Isis smiled and blushed slightly as Eiryn asked that question. "It's a gift...I guess." She giggled a bit nervously and strode over to where Eiryn was. "I like creepy." She smiled. They were so much closer now in the apatment and it was affecting Isis more than it had outside. She didn't know whether or not she should accept the offer for more smoke, it always made her horny as hell, but she already was so what could it hurt?<br><br>"Umm, coffee and more smoke sounds great." She shook her head a bit, trying to clear her thoughts but it wasn't working. "I like your place, you were right about it being small but just makes it more intimate and whatnot."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>12-01-2015, 22:49:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images5.fanpop.com/image/photos/26400000/Hilary-Duff-3-hilary-duff-26462538-378-500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Liz Monroe<br><strong>Location:</strong> Party, outside Parker Commons<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ryder, no one in particular but open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Wanting to make new friends/trying to get along with her sister<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRGnwcVG2owxAL2dCqHCKCY8Gd317LQ44lWex3w3Avgw2FxvKhUCu7jGq8R<br><hr><br>Liz hadn't been so sure about the costume that she'd picked out, but once she'd fallen in love with as soon as she'd tried it on at home. She was going to be really cold, but she'd be okay. She was on pins and needles about Ryder's arrival in town, she didn't know when her sister was gonna show up but she'd said soon. It had been a long time since they'd seen each other and Liz didn't know what to expect. Would her sister be super angry at her or would that look of betrayal cut her to the core?<br><br>She stepped outside and took a breath in, tossing the braid over one of her shoulders and headed straight to the bar. She needed something to calm her nerves and to warm herself up, she'd already smoked a few bowls and was feeling calmer for it. She was so glad that Isis didn't drug test or anything. That would suck. She stayed high a lot lately, it was easier than dealing with not having Kat around anymore.<br><br>She turned while at the bar and instantly recognized her twin sister. <em>Fuck, already? I don't think I'm ready for this. Walk away before she sees me or just face the inevitable?</em> Liz decided to just face the music and stayed exactly where she was. Lauren, or Ryder apparently was her name now, looked way different than she remembered but it was still easy for Liz to recognize her.<br><br>Liz threw back the vodka shot she'd ordered and exhaled slowly before walking towards her sister. "Ummm....hey." She said softly, not knowing what to expect.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>12-01-2015, 22:50:17</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/88/2b/7a/882b7a8e5773e2ce3bc7f8b7dcefca89.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Eiryn Grim<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> At her flat<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Isis<br><br><strong>Content:</strong> Showing off<br><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Goth/Punk jeans (http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/68/1c/08/681c0858094d0c087edb1e73e512e52f.jpg); black crop tank top (https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/shopping?q=tbn:ANd9GcSYaiGZqJSYILXmjjQg1Fy7hDCWs-dYSa8nWGbOHpa_LxjwWixt&amp;usqp=CAE);asymmetric jacket (http://s001.osstatic.net/s/jctr/store/productimages/details/1275_pitch_black_l_z.jpg).<br><br><hr><br><br>"Intimate."&nbsp; Eiryn chuckled. "'Intimate' would mean I'd have to be here more than about ten hours a week. I sleep at the loft when I'm on a tear. Mostly this place is a mail drop and a closet..." The kitchenette, though, was kind of the definition of intimate- she had to squeeze, brush and rub past Isis several times as she moved back and forth, measuring and grinding coffee beans and packing them into a small Bialetti steamer. She didn't exactly mind- judging from the sharp points in her thin top that hadn't disappeared, despite them being out of the chill- but she sure did blush a lot.<br><br>While the coffee cooked, she went over to the work table, picked a small butt out of an ashtray. "Damn. I can roll another, if you like..." Lighting the remnant, she took a small puff to be sure it would keep going, then handed the rest to Isis, and busied herself getting mugs out. They didn't match, of course- she'd be hard pressed to put together a service for two.&nbsp; Leaning her skinny butt against the oven door, she gave the baker an appraising look.<br><br>"Tell you what- I'm gonna show you one piece before you get all coffeed and puffed up, okay?&nbsp; it's a new bit, one I'm not that happy about, and I'd like your eye more or less unfiltered." She grinned. "The other two pieces I've got here have made me famous- much as I'm ever gonna be, anyway, so if you don't like 'em, well, tough shit." Chuckling to herself, she took a small canvas down off the wall, one that was only about 16" square, and brought it back to the better light of the kitchenette. She held it up at eye height, a few paces back, so Isis could get a good look.<br><br>A sea of nearly photo-realistic eyes, all different colors, glared out of a black ground. And in each pupil, done with incredible dexterity, was repeated a tiny impressionistic figure, clearly a female nude, though vague enough that 'she' could be anyone.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>12-01-2015, 23:02:33</strong>
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				<br><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/c8/88/e5/c888e5269a9fd9ce9dd07279cbb1c294.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ryder Monroe<br><br><br><strong>Location:</strong> At the bar, getting regulated<br><br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Liz, open<br><br><br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Family Ties<br><br><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> As shown<br><br><hr><br>Rum and Coke in hand, Ryder was just about to have a few choice words with Mister Thang next to her, maybe make him cry in front of his girl, when a gorgeous blonde glided up to her. She wasn't wearing much, but what there was of it was an ice cold blue. Stupid color. Not that Ryder gave a shit, it was the body in it that was important, she could go skydiving in those cleaves, <em>bet she's a screamer</em>, but...<br><br>"Ummmm....hey."<br><br>She almost choked on the mouthful of Rumand she'd started to swallow. How could she not have recognized Liz?&nbsp; OK, she was a bit heavier in all the right places, and she seemed...peaceful, settled, other than the deer in headlights look Ryder was pretty sure she'd suddenly pasted on as well. But it was her fucking<em> twin</em>. How could she not...?<br><br>The water in her eyes was from swallowing the booze wrong. All it was. Fuck you.&nbsp; "Hey," she rasped back. It was awful, to see her again, and have nothing else to say.&nbsp; The years weren't the only problem, there was the family shit and the sex and the drugs and the anger and the lonliness and hating the world and the fact she had fucking <em>left</em>...she shouldn't have come, this was as messed up an idea as everything else...<br><br>"Lizzie...what the<em> fuck</em> are you wearing?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>12-01-2015, 23:05:18</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/cc/b8/8f/ccb88fa477ea0ab73d1caa294c312a7f.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Isis Hastings<br><strong>Location:</strong> Eiryn's apartment<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Eiryn<br><strong>Content:</strong> Warm and excited<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Jeans and a sweater<br><hr><br>Isis noticed the hard little nubs kinda poking through Eiryn's top and she had to smile. She knew they'd agreed to take it slow, but damn if she didn't want at least something small to happen tonight. She wondered what Eiryn was thinking about that, she could tell by the blushing and the hard nipples that her body wanted to but it was all in the mind when it came to something actually happening.<br><br>She watched as Eiryn lit up the small butt and smiled. "I think I....yep, here it is." She pulled a small baggie out of her jean pocket and fished around in her purse until her fingers wrapped around something familiar. "We can smoke some of mine, all I have is a pipe though." Isis actually preferred pipes to joints.<br><br>"Okay, sounds good." Isis let her eyes move across the painting that Eiryn held up in front of her. It was unique, that was for sure, and Isis looked closer and grinned as she saw what was in each pupil. "How the hell did you make them that small?" She studied it very closely and nodded appraisingly. "The detail in each of the women is amazing and it feels like each eye is looking right through you. I dig it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>13-01-2015, 01:04:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images5.fanpop.com/image/photos/26400000/Hilary-Duff-3-hilary-duff-26462538-378-500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Liz Monroe<br><strong>Location:</strong> Party, outside Parker Commons<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ryder, no one in particular but open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Wanting to make new friends/trying to get along with her sister<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRGnwcVG2owxAL2dCqHCKCY8Gd317LQ44lWex3w3Avgw2FxvKhUCu7jGq8R<br><hr><br>Liz didn't know what to say, it was mind-blowing to see her sister again after these three years. She let her eyes run up and down her sister, she was skinnier than Liz remembered and she'd cut her hair but all Liz saw was the sister she'd missed so much. All she could thinkof was to say was that she was sorry but that would be much better to talk about in private.<br><br>She couldn't say that her sister's new look wasn't alluring, if you liked that sort of thing and Liz liked pretty much anything. "I didn't know you'd be coming so soon, I don't have everything ready yet but I can work on it or we could...if you'd like. Why don't we go back over to the bar?" She didn't know what to do, she was kind of floundering at the moment and needed another drink.<br><br>"Oh...this? It's an adult version of the dress that Elsa wore in the last half of Frozen. Yeah, I know, it's a kid's movie but I watched it with Kat's daughter and it wasn't so bad.It's a halloween party. I am kinda cold though. I like your new look." She was sure that she kept rambling on, but she was all anxiety now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyron</strong> on <strong>13-01-2015, 03:19:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff7/HaruTokushima/Realistic%20Chars/Stephen%20Rains/4bd48e26-2a62-4730-9e06-d4132a33750c_zpsc15ee5ba.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Zach Evans<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside Eden<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> No one, open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Cooling down<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pirate (http://www.halloweencostumes.com/mens-cutthroat-pirate-costume.html)<br><hr><br><em>'Haven't found your voice.' Fuck.</em> But no matter how angry he felt, Zach knew he acted completely irrational about it. Only because what Eiryn said shoved his problem right in his face, why he couldn't write anything more than shit right now. Wasn't like she acted like a bitch when she said it, but all that sunk in was the criticism, and they weren't exactly pleasant. Not that he had been either, exactly. He almost felt bad about the way he acted, at least toward Isis.<br><br>He should've held his cool for just one more second. Then everything would've been peachy.<br><br>He sighed, rubbing his head where his shaved mohawk ran along the top of it, although the headscarf kept him from feeling the rough stubs of hair. <em>Fuck it.</em> Probably wouldn't see them again anyway.<br><br>Zach kept walking. Funny. He was complaining about the cold a few minutes ago. Now it almost felt comfortable. The streets were fairly lively, but at least there weren't any more brats running around. Trick-or-treating should've ended. The rest of the night would belong to the adults who wanted to get drunk and get laid, or the teens who thought they were tough as shit and wanted to stir up mischief around town. Even though he wasn't the only one, he felt stupid walking around in a pirate costume, but he wasn't about to go back there. Not right now.<br><br>His little stroll carried on for a few more blocks, and as he got closer, he could hear the thump of whatever trashy music Eden had playing, muffled through its walls. Zach wouldn't go in. It wasn't really his scene. Only one or two choice people could drag him in there, but none of them were here right now. Instead, he stood across the street with his back leaning into the building behind him and lit a cigarette. For now, he would just people-watch.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>13-01-2015, 03:36:32</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/88/2b/7a/882b7a8e5773e2ce3bc7f8b7dcefca89.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Eiryn Grim<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> At her flat<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Isis<br><br><strong>Content:</strong> Showing off<br><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Goth/Punk jeans (http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/68/1c/08/681c0858094d0c087edb1e73e512e52f.jpg); black crop tank top (https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/shopping?q=tbn:ANd9GcSYaiGZqJSYILXmjjQg1Fy7hDCWs-dYSa8nWGbOHpa_LxjwWixt&amp;usqp=CAE);asymmetric jacket (http://s001.osstatic.net/s/jctr/store/productimages/details/1275_pitch_black_l_z.jpg).<br><br><br><hr><br>Hey- she was human. Eiryn was vain enough and proud enough of her own abilities to get a tiny rush from Isis' comment, though she was self-critical enough to divide it between respect for technical prowess, which she knew she had, and admiration for the work itself, which she personally thought hadn't come out quite right.<br><br>"Photo reduction of a reference shot onto celluloid. Painted under a jewler's loupe on the back side of the plastic, waited for it to stiffen a bit, an' then pressed it into the pupil. Wait for it to harden more, the celluloid comes away. Rinse an' repeat. All twenty-three of 'em" The steamer was bubbling, so she re-hung the painting, and moved to the stove to pour coffee. "But, see, they're s'posed to be lookin' AT you, not past you. I was some bullshit art critic, I could yammer about the eyes 'reflecting the viewer's female soul' or some such tripe." Handing a mug of steaming black goodness, she made a sour face. "Won't say I wasn't thinkin' some of that, maybe. Mostly, I just paint what I see, and I see weird shit. A lot. especially when I sleep. How I got into drawing in the first place, therapist said it'd be a good idea, clear out the boogeymen and shit. Only real heavy thinkin' goes into the <em>how</em>, not the what." She sipped, sighed.<br><br>"But see, I got the focal point in the eyes wrong, clearly. It's not a 'bad' piece- sure as shit, someone'll latch onto it, an' talk about 'invisible woman' or some political crap like that. But it's not what I was goin' for." Setting her cup down, she took the pipe form Isis, loaded the bowl, lit up, took a puff. "Damn. I need to shoot my guy. Or maybe change papers, or somethin'. This stuff is good. Thanks." For a second, she looked like she might press her lips to Isis', to shotgun her, but at the last second, she veered off, pressed the pipe into her hand.<br><br>"You want cream, sugar, anythin'? Other two pieces are in the bedroom, but&nbsp; get mellow first. They're kinda hardcore."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>13-01-2015, 03:55:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/cc/b8/8f/ccb88fa477ea0ab73d1caa294c312a7f.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Isis Hastings<br><strong>Location:</strong> Eiryn's apartment<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Eiryn<br><strong>Content:</strong> Warm and excited<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Jeans and a sweater<br><hr><br>Isis smiled a bit, she could see the pride on Eiryn's face but also the self-criticism. She knew that feeling all too well. "I didn't mean past you, I mean...like...well sorry hard to put things into good words when I'm a little tipsy...okay well...what Imeant is through you into your soul." She just looked at Eiryn as she spoke about how she made them so small but perfect. "Okay, I'll be honest. I have no idea what you're talking about, I'm a visual learner rather than an auditory learner. Although I could probably return the favor by trying to explain cooking a really complicated dish."<br><br>"Yeah, it is good...right? I have some connections from back home still, they make runs up through here some times and drop me some off. Damn good kush and I've always preferred pipes. That way you get the unadultered drug, not paper added to it. Plus, Swisher's make my lips numb." She laughed softly and she blazed up, taking a long puff before exhaling it slowly about ten seconds later.<br><br>"I'm sure I can handle them. Show me." Isis could see Eiryn almost lean in to shotgun but she pulled away at the last moment, dammit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lux12</strong> on <strong>13-01-2015, 03:56:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/7DlWgbd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Liam Vang<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Who so ever is present<br><strong>Content:</strong> Arrival, showyness<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Something that evokes the styles of Elvira and Marilyn Manson<br><hr><br>Liam was running late, but it was worth it. He had to look perfect and he had spent the better part of an hour on make up alone and another on teasing his raven hair. If nothing else, he was a perfectionist. As a performer, he put as much work into his looks as his musicianship whenever he got the chance to play for an audience. Despite the fact that he had not been invited to perform he was hell bent on ensuring that he was Gothic fabulous. Everything from the dress he wore to the shoes on his feet were chosen to look both as grim and as glamorous as possible. The lithe, elegant male checked himself in a mirror once again. Liam would not allow for his make up to be smeared unless it was in the throws of passion. Once satisfied that everything was in place, he made his way toward the door, making each step as dramatic as possible. A wicked smile cut across his face which was only made more devilish by the black eyeshadow, extensive powdering, and crimson lipstick that adorned it.<br><br>Liam found himself humming part of Jimi Hendrix s' Voodooo Child as he moved forward, letting the song play in his head as if it were guiding him. One might have found the production he was making out of simply showing up to be ridiculous, but that was what made it fun. It was Halloween. If ever there was a night to be campy and over the top, this was it. He was aware of the spiritual significance to the Neo-Pagans he so often associated with and while it irked him that people paid so little attention to that aspect, he loved this part of the modern interpretation with a passion. Little could hinder his enthusiasm at this point. As he approached the nearest party goers he said "What's up mortals?" This question was followed by a series of giggles.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>13-01-2015, 05:13:53</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/c8/88/e5/c888e5269a9fd9ce9dd07279cbb1c294.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ryder Monroe<br><br><br><strong>Location:</strong> At the bar, getting regulated<br><br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Liz, open<br><br><br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Awkward is as awkward does..<br><br><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> As shown<br><br><br><hr><br>Ryder was vaguely aware of a cute redhead pulling away from the bar- the banquet was getting a little thin, especially at the sushi table- but she couldn't tear her eyes off of her twin. She felt like she couldn't breathe; she wanted to...wrap Liz in a hug, kick her in the crotch, get her high and fuck her until her eyes fell out, scream, cry, punch her in her goddamn perfect teeth...<br><br>What she did was take a long swig of her drink. "Liz..." Another pull, waiting for words to come. They would, they always did. Her mouth spat knives, lobbed bombs, dropped hammers on nails that thought they were taller than the rest. <em>On demand, baby, you can't keep time with these rhymes</em>..."You're a dyke...dressed like a Disney princess. You don't see something a<strong> little</strong> fucked up in that?" Draining her drink, she didn't give her sister a chance to answer. "Where's whatsername? She's still payin' your bills, right?"<br><br>Something changed in Lizzie's eyes, but before Ryder could find out what point she'd scored, some transvestite rolled up giggling like a maniac. "What's up, mortals?" the attractively bizarre figure tittered.<br><br>Ryder looked into her cup. "Wow. Guess someone spiked the punch. 'Cause that shit can NOT be real, fer rizzle."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>13-01-2015, 05:42:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images5.fanpop.com/image/photos/26400000/Hilary-Duff-3-hilary-duff-26462538-378-500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Liz Monroe<br><strong>Location:</strong> Party, outside Parker Commons<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ryder, no one in particular but open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Wanting to make new friends/trying to get along with her sister<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRGnwcVG2owxAL2dCqHCKCY8Gd317LQ44lWex3w3Avgw2FxvKhUCu7jGq8R<br><hr><br>Liz could still tell exactly what was going through her twin's mind even after all this time. She knew that Ryder felt conflicted, the one thing she couldn't read was that Ryder wanted to fuck her. That would have been a surprise, not an unpleasant one but a surprise nonetheless. Liz chuckled at Ryder's question about her being dressed as a disney princess being a little messed up. "First of all, I am not a dyke..thank you very much. I identify as femme, I know...I know potato po-tah-to but still. I'm so gonna make you watch it one day, I kinda see myself in who I'm dressed as." She spoke in a matter of fact tone but it wasn't what she was feeling. She was about to say something else when Ryder asked about Katherine. A far away and melancholy look came into Liz's eyes, she inwardly bit back the tears and tried to shake it off.<br><br>Thank God for the interruption that, what was his name, uh Liam was what Liz was thinking, provided. A look of relief flooded over her face as he bounded in with his giggles and infectious smile. "Oh...not much. Freezing my ass off but, hey, gotta look good right? Awesome duds, by the way" As she glanced at her sister, Liz could tell that Ryder wasn't feeling it but she smiled a brilliant smile at Liam. "I'll catch up with you later, Liam." She grinned before ushering her twin towards the bar. She hoped he wouldn't feel brushed off, but she was too nervous to really do anything.<br><br>Liz ordered a double shot of tequila and looked at Ryder. "Her name was Katherine, she passed away a few months ago." Liz said softly, she hated talking bout this but this was her sister.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lux12</strong> on <strong>13-01-2015, 18:32:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/7DlWgbd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Liam Vang<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Liz, Ryder, Who so ever is present<br><strong>Content:</strong> more campiness, mingling<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Something that evokes the styles of Elvira and Marilyn Manson<br><hr>Liam merely giggled once more before nodding and replying "Thank you. We all choose to suffer for the sake of glamour no?" He lifted his arms to the air as if to suggest he were making some grand proclamation to who so ever was in ear shot. He then briefly turned his attention to Ryder who seemed more perplexed by his attire than anything and said "Well a fair number of the people around here anyway."&nbsp; One might have assumed this was an insult toward her Ryder, but not a hint of derision could be found in his voice. It seemed to be more of a comment on her lack of a costume rather than a mean spirited jab.&nbsp; A playful poke at her reaction to his appearance. The crossdresser turned back around once again with a dramatic swish before looking back over his shoulder. "Talk to you later hon." he said before leaving the two to the conversation he had interrupted. The same smile remained firmly in place as he walked away.<br><br>Liam took careful note of what the others wearing as he walked by. He had an admiration for the artistry of a well assembled outfit or costume and if he saw one he particularly liked, he might ask where they got it. If nothing else, it would help him expand his wardrobe. Of course, he did not simply come here to interrupt conversations in progress and admire so he made his way to where so ever he could find some refreshments and perhaps get a better look at the lay of the room so he could who was there and what was going on right at the moment. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>13-01-2015, 22:03:22</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/88/2b/7a/882b7a8e5773e2ce3bc7f8b7dcefca89.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Eiryn Grim<br><br><br><strong>Location:</strong> At her flat<br><br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Isis<br><br><br><strong>Content:</strong> Showing off<br><br><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Goth/Punk jeans (http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/68/1c/08/681c0858094d0c087edb1e73e512e52f.jpg); black crop tank top (https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/shopping?q=tbn:ANd9GcSYaiGZqJSYILXmjjQg1Fy7hDCWs-dYSa8nWGbOHpa_LxjwWixt&amp;usqp=CAE);asymmetric jacket (http://s001.osstatic.net/s/jctr/store/productimages/details/1275_pitch_black_l_z.jpg).<br><br><br><hr><br>"Heh," Eiryn snorted, reclaiming the pipe and taking a deep puff, then washing it down with a swig of coffee. "Well, maybe <em>I</em> need to get mellow to show them off. Been livin' with them for quite a while." Setting her cup down and returning the pipe, she tossed her head.&nbsp; "Come on. They're in the bedroom. Don't smirk- only place I had wall space to hang them together properly."<br><br>The room was small, and her bed was a mess, basically a double mattress on the floor, sheets in disarray, sketches and books and clothes here and there. The two paintings were on the wall above the bed, a surprise to anyone coming into the room without warning.<br><br>She was, maybe, a <em>bit</em> too modest- while neither she or her work were by any means household names, the two paintings were known, by title at least, to many in the GLBTQ community, especially those in the arts. They were the only two she ever allowed to be reproduced, and she frequently had donated signed prints for social justice fundraisers.<br><br>The earlier piece, <em>Passion of the Id</em>, was a parody of the traditional religious scene: In the foreground, an androgynous figure with little detail save tiny, childish breasts and a vestigial cock stood, arms spread wide, blood dripping from his/her palms, wearing a crown of thorns. Rather than a wound in the side, the figure's chest was opened, revealing a stylized heart; from the cavity, a smaller copy of the same figure was emerging. Behind the sufferer stood a diffuse army of skeletal figures, faces averted, hands held up in gestures of dismay and warding. The whole thing was rendered in sandy earth tones, reminiscent of a desert.<br><br>Two years later had come<em> Chrysalis</em>:&nbsp; Same vague gender-complicated character, same army behind her/him. This time, the colors were more stark: grays and blacks with strong primary colors as contrast. In this version, the foreground figure was unzipping or peeling open hir own body, revealing the same heart, larger this time, in the blackness within. From further down in the 'shed' self, a swarm of bright-winged butterfly characters was taking flight, each tiny body a simulacrum of the larger figure. The mob snatched and stamped at the colorful flitting things, catching and crushing some of them, but it was far too late; across the very top of the canvas was a narrow, unbroken band of color where thousands had already escaped to fly free.<br><br>Between them, the pair were an intense, painful baring of a soul in the process of self-discovery; it's maybe no wonder they'd become somewhat symbolic.<br><br>A few paces behind Isis, Eiryn simply stood, silent, hands wrapped around her coffee mug, waiting to see what reaction might come.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>la dame en noir</strong> on <strong>13-01-2015, 23:50:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc255/Skittle_Kitten_Plur/tumblr_nbpr2ocZzt1sc34w0o1_500-Copy_zps8ee7ef7a.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Olivia Rian Carter<br><strong>Location:</strong> Party<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Matthew <br><strong>Content:</strong> Mild Language - Amused<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Voodoo Burlesque (http://s219.photobucket.com/user/Skittle_Kitten_Plur/media/bd9dbe69cfc6a97a2d9442d14a1d3b8d-Copy_zpse26433f0.jpg.html)<br><hr><br><div style="text-align: justify;">Olivia smiled in amusement to what seemed to be a very conflicting individual. While trying to balance a casual conversation and the thought of more cookies and those chicken wings she saw next to them, she nodded listening to the guy speak. It wasn't that she was trying to get distracted or anything, but she was damned hungry and loved finger food. Listening to him talk about his military background had her ears perk just a bit. Though she would be lying to herself if she felt that she was one-hundred percent okay with that. Olivia had this weird thing about the military, not the soldiers - just the people that operate the military. Strongly she felt that they weren't protecting the people that came back with serious injuries or mental disabilities and she wasn't sure how to sound "happy" about the man being from the military, but she also didn't want to sound rude either. The young girl quickly threw the thought of questioning him out of mind. She didn't want to ruin the chance for a friendship because she needed to question everything.<br><br>"Yeah, I know what you mean. But - I shouldn't be astounded by weather I come from." Olivia stated before finally making up her mind. "You know what, I'll be write back...I really need those damn wings." the girl quickly strutted off until she came across the food table. In rapid movements, Olivia grabbed about eight wings on a paper plate and a soda can before returning back to the young man. With a look of delight, she sat back down next to him and beamed her white teeth at him. "Want a piece?" she asked before slipping one between her perfectly full lips. Olivia nearly had an orgasm in her mouth when she took the first bite. "Nnnmmm oh my goddess...this is fucking delicious." she exclaimed happily.<br><br>Going back on her word, she decided to ask him a question about the military. "So were you ever afraid you weren't going to come back from duty? I mean, you being young and handsome, barely starting your life." she asked trying her best not to disrespect him and his decisions.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AzaraelLawless</strong> on <strong>14-01-2015, 03:28:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://p.gr-assets.com/540x540/fit/hostedimages/1382315793/5812677.jpg)</div><strong>Name:Matthew McCormick</strong> <br><strong>Location: back at the party </strong> <br><strong>Tagging: Rian, open</strong> <br><strong>Content: Re-evaluating situation </strong><br><strong>Wearing:Jeans, snow jacket and white Nikes</strong> <br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Chuckling calmly, he could tell she was holding something back, but better to let it lie. "Be my guest hon, its all there for the picking.&nbsp; She was a really sweet gal, and he knew would.be a great friend. She seemed to cringe a little when i discussed my military background. <em>a lot of folks do not actually support it genius</em><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; When she arrived back at the table, a plate of wings and a soda held in her other hand. "Pretty good huh" accepting the wing from her and smiled casually at her question, "afraid is a term i use to describe a haunted house or a scary movie, what i felt while serving was something akin to sheer terror." Looking at her, casually with a serious undertone, "the nights were the worst, you felt safe, yet just when you.begin to doze off", tilts his head from side to side, "the gunfire begins again, the artillery fires, and the yelling continues, it truly is Hell."<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Twisted iN Tux</strong> on <strong>14-01-2015, 21:19:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fb/Antonio%27s_Costume.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Antonio Vasquez<br><strong>Location:</strong> Strolling Down the Street, Close to <em>Eden</em><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Best Bud Zach<br><strong>Content:</strong> Friendly, Feisty &amp; Flirty <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> An All-Leather, Male-Version of a <em>Maleficent</em> Costume<br><hr><br>Antonio was in an awesome mood. Tonight was his night and there wasn't anything he could think of that was going to change this very important fact. He fucking loved Halloween. Loved it. It was easily his favorite holiday of the year and, seeing as it was, he usually went all out with his costume. It was just how he rolled. As with most things in life, he was either all in or not at all, and tonight was no exception. No expense was spared, no detail left undone. <br><br>His studded, leather, <em>Maleficent</em> costume with horned headdress and flowing cape was spot on. Well, that is, if the misunderstood, fictional fairy had been a muscular, gay guy. Anyway. The costume was certainly striking and Antonio was rocking it to the hilt. It hugged every curve of his bulging body perfectly and exposed just enough of his ample pecs to keep it visually interesting. His smooth, usually deep tan skin was colored a luminous lime green and his eyes, normally pitch black, were - thanks to a set of rather expensive contacts - literally glowing emerald green. A pair of pointed teeth finished the ghoulish look off from the neck up and, as would be expected from one so well endowed, a fully packed codpiece dominated down below, more than likely sending chills - lustful chills, that is - up the spines of those who crossed his path.<br><br>"<strong>Before the moon sets on this hallowed ween, you shall finger my prick, and fall into a slut like trance!</strong>" he boldly, yet playfully cooed as he strut down the street, toying with the adult men and women who currently milled about this more, uh, <em>colorful</em> section of Indigo Way. "<strong>That's right! Behold <em>Male</em>ficent the Magnificent!</strong>" he would continue to muse as he unexpectedly came across a familiar face attached to a piratical form.<br><br>"<strong>Permission to come aboard, Captain Zach!</strong>" Antonio joked as he saddled up next to one of his good friends, who, upon a quick sidelong glance, appeared contemplative and a tad bit broody. "<strong>A, uh, gold coin for your thoughts</strong>," the young man continued to probe, not allowing his best buddy to linger in silence. "<strong>Black cat got your tongue, mate?</strong>" he pushed further still when a response didn't come right away. "<strong>I can loan you mine</strong>," he offered as he slid his out from between thick lips in a blatantly suggestive manner. "<strong>Come on, bud. Spill. What's got ya so down? Gonna have to nickname you Bluebeard or, better yet, Blueballs with that puss on your face.</strong>"<br><br>Antonio didn't like it when others were down in the dumps, especially when it was someone he really cared about. The two had been friends just long enough for him to become attached and, in turn, to truly care about his well-being. Besides, tonight was suppose to be an evening filled with frights and fun, not frowns and fuming.<br><br>"<strong>Want some candy, little boy?</strong>" he then whispered, in a last ditch effort to bring a smile to Zach's sour face, as he produced a handful of individually wrapped, mini chocolate bars. "<strong>Come on, you know it'll feel real good having something a little sweet sliding around inside your mouth.</strong>" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>14-01-2015, 22:16:19</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/c8/88/e5/c888e5269a9fd9ce9dd07279cbb1c294.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ryder Monroe<br><br><br><strong>Location:</strong> At the bar, getting regulated<br><br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Liz, open<br><br><br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Mild pangs of conscience<br><br><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> As shown<br><br><br><br><br><hr><br><br>Her internal soundtrack was shrieking:<br><br><br><em>GOOD!&nbsp; The fucking <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: x-large;" class="bbc_size">baby raper </span></span>stole you from us!<span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: x-large;" class="bbc_size">&nbsp; From me!</span></span>And I had to make up for it! Our folks went fucking <span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: x-large;" class="bbc_size">crazy</span></span>, and turned me into a repressed basket case until I <strong><span style="font-size: x-large;" class="bbc_size">***EXPLODED***</span></strong>. I'm GLAD your rug munching sugar mommy bit it. I hope she screamed the whole time!</em><br><br><br>What came out of her mouth was more like:<br><br>"Well...shit.&nbsp; I mean...shit." After that, she didn't have anything to say as she shuffled back to the bar in her twin's wake.&nbsp; She wasn't any less angry at Liz, didn't hate her any less- but she couldn't kick her after something like that. Much as she wanted to. The&nbsp; bitch was still her sister.<br><br><br>"So. Uh."&nbsp; Getting her drink refilled covered the awkwardness for a minute. God, she wanted a hit. Of anything. "So...Chicago. How? Why?&nbsp; Mom an' dad tell me shit.&nbsp; Of course, I don't ask. Haven't talked in...oh, about&nbsp; a year."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>15-01-2015, 10:07:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www1.pictures.zimbio.com/gi/Kirsten+Vangsness+9th+Annual+GLSEN+Respect+qMvnCXXAfDOl.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Maggie Holloway<br><strong>Location:</strong> Her&nbsp; bedroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Hitomi<br><strong>Content:</strong> Hitomi<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Hitomi<br><hr><br>The way Hitomi shoved a finger into her back passage made Maggie gasp. It had been even longer since anyone had done anything like that to her. She squirmed in delight as the younger woman invaded her with fingers and tongue. "Gnnnn!" Was about the only coherent sound she could make. <br><br>By teasing Hitomo's anus she had, she knew, been asking tacit permission to enter that way, but equally giving permission to be entered that same way. The response she took as Hitomi giving approval. But Maggie was far too kinky to just shove a finger in there. As Hitomi reached for her bag and pulled something out, Maggie paused, because suddenly everything was out of reach for a moment, but then the girl settled down comfortably on her again and somethinf hard and smooth slipped inside her. <br><br>"OH! OH FUCK!" She yelled as the vibrations started, her hips bucking in a pre-orgasmic surge of pleasure. Maggie lapped hungrily at the tender folds in front of her, but she wanted to give this girl an extra treat. The position Hitome was in, being slightly taller than Maggie, left her in a slightly hunched posture and by putting a little pressure on the Asian girl's hips, the building manager was able to bring her target within reach. She slit her tongue across the warm, smooth flesh and lapped at the tight, earthy-tasting sphincter, then wiggled her tongue, forcing it inside Hitomi'a arse. "Nnnth!" she commented lucidly, and giggled a bit, then pushed two fingers as deep as she could into her lover's core, finding that souft, sensitive spot and caressing it while her thumb found the girl's clit and began stroking it.<br><br>Her climax&nbsp; was not so very far away now, and she could feel the waves of pleasure building in her lower belly spreading out through her body, heightened by the discomfort in her tongue, wrist and neck and the quite revolting taste in her mouth. Sex should be rough, dirty, and even nasty, she always felt. That way the pleasure from her climax was so much greater.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Letrixia</strong> on <strong>15-01-2015, 16:56:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/d4/3e/16/d43e16b2241d1a7db792fcee22cd2e7c.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Hitomi Hiruma<br><strong>Location:</strong> Party!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Maggie<br><strong>Content:</strong> Maggie!<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Birthday suit<br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br>Maggie's finger found their way inside her core and Hitomi could not help but to give a loud moan, the woman had found her weak spot. "Ohhhh!" she closed her eyes as she felt the woman continued to play around with her pussy by pushing a couple of fingers inside. Goosebumps appeared all over her back and down to her lower back. Biting her lip she looked back at the woman with a face full of lust, her eyes were nearly closed and her mouth were open as she gave out moan after moan, her pussy becoming wetter than ever before. She whimpered as she felt her orgasm began to build in very quickly and she was sure that she was very near her release.<br><br>She wrapped her lips around the girls clit as she remembered to continue pleasing the woman as well. The bullet vibrator was pushed all the way inside time after time&nbsp; before letting it rub on her clitoris. She knew how powerful this toy was reason why she always carried it around. "Mmmmm you taste so lovely... cum for me" she pushed two fingers inside and began to rapidly fuck her with the two fingers moving them in and out from Maggie's pussy and hearing the sound of her wet snatch each time the fingers moved inside and out from her pussy. Her mouth went to her clit and began playing with it using her tongue, the cold was gone completely from her body as she was very warm right now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyron</strong> on <strong>16-01-2015, 04:27:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff7/HaruTokushima/Realistic%20Chars/Stephen%20Rains/4bd48e26-2a62-4730-9e06-d4132a33750c_zpsc15ee5ba.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Zach Evans<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside Eden<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Antonio, open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Change in mood, talking<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pirate (http://www.halloweencostumes.com/mens-cutthroat-pirate-costume.html)<br><hr><br>Zach heard him before he saw him. <em>Fuck.</em> His head fell back against the building in mostly faux exasperation, because really, the glimpse alone was enough to interrupt what lingered of his grouchy mood. But he had half the desire to go unseen, with half the mind to keep this night unsalvageable. A sort of punishment. Misery never had to try hard with him. But of course he wouldn't be left alone, proven by the call. Antonio was too good for that, the poor idiot. <strong>"Hey."</strong><br><br>The probing started. Squinting his eyes, Zach answered him by taking another drag of his cigarette, pinched between his thumb and forefinger. But Antonio didn't leave that kind of shit alone, despite the usual protests. Zach didn't like to talk about his problems, and venting to someone younger than him would make him feel pathetic. The smoke streamed out of his nose as he looked at him. <strong>"Stick that tongue somewhere else."</strong> It had no malice to it, but it wasn't meant to. Between the chilly night, the nicotine, and his friend's attempts, he felt his anger being extinguished, and even when he was in a peachier mood, it was typical for him to make that kind of jest. <br><br><strong>"Hey, I've been called worse."</strong> He started to turn his head away, only to arch a brow at what Antonio just called him. When the chocolates came out, he glanced at them, then back at him, and the last of his hardened expressions lifted, a sliver of a smile replacing it. <strong>"No way. I know what you asshole villains do. Who knows what you put on that."</strong> Zach took in the details of the costume, the green skin, the form-fitting leather, until his eyes fell on, well. He laughed, shaking his head at the codpiece, and diverted his attention from the stirring in his pants to the club across the street, at the people lined at the door. <strong>"Aren't you in the wrong part of the neighborhood? Not gonna find a lot of innocent snowflakes over here."</strong> <br><br>After taking one last puff of his cigarette, Zach threw it to the ground. He clapped Antonio on the shoulder. Somewhere in there, there was a thanks, and something a little more celebratory. <strong>"Happy belated, man. Sorry I couldn't stop by. Guess I'll have to make it up to you."</strong> He knew he texted him, but it wasn't the same as wishing a happy birthday in person. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>16-01-2015, 06:26:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/cc/b8/8f/ccb88fa477ea0ab73d1caa294c312a7f.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Isis Hastings<br><strong>Location:</strong> Eiryn's apartment<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Eiryn<br><strong>Content:</strong> Pensive yet playful<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Jeans and a sweater<br><hr><br>Isis laughed softly as Eiryn said that she might have to get mellow before showing these next two off. "No smirking, I promise." She smiled as Eiryn guided her to the bedroom. Her eyes were immediately drawn to the two pieces of art before her. Having been raised pretty religiously, Isis preferred the latter to the former but she saw the beauty in both. They took her breath away but the words would come, they always did.<br><br>She studied the first, tilting her head to both sides slightly before starting to speak. "This one, I like the second figure coming out of the heart. Kind of like an inner self stepping out to shield the first figure from all the pain and the bad things the world has to offer. Amongst the army and all. That's what I see, at least."<br><br>Isis studided the second painting and smiled. "I have to say that I am more drawn to this one. The figure shedding his/her body away to reveal or release who he/she really is. The mob stomping out the butterlies is like all the hypocrites and haters trying to destroy that beauty from within. The ones who escape are like that beauty and the trueself escaping into the world. Just my interpretation." She shrugged a bit with a smile. "I dig it, what do you call them?"<br><br>She turned to face Eiryn and looked at the woman over the coffee mug as she took a sip. "Better than your art is good?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>16-01-2015, 06:46:53</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/88/2b/7a/882b7a8e5773e2ce3bc7f8b7dcefca89.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Eiryn Grim<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> At her flat<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Isis<br><br><strong>Content:</strong> Getting to know all about each other<br><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Goth/Punk jeans (http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/68/1c/08/681c0858094d0c087edb1e73e512e52f.jpg); black crop tank top (https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/shopping?q=tbn:ANd9GcSYaiGZqJSYILXmjjQg1Fy7hDCWs-dYSa8nWGbOHpa_LxjwWixt&amp;usqp=CAE);asymmetric jacket (http://s001.osstatic.net/s/jctr/store/productimages/details/1275_pitch_black_l_z.jpg).<br><br><hr><br>Eiryn's grin was a little tight. maybe, but it wasn't because of anything Isis had said or done. "Better," she sorta growled, with a curt nod. The baker had seen something in the <em>Crucifixion</em>&nbsp; that Eiryn wished had been there when she'd painted it...clearing her throat, she answered her friend's question.<br><br>"First one is <em>Crucifixion of the Id</em>. Older piece. I, uh..." Stupid, how it still burned. She'd painted the thing in three days, ignoring panicked phone calls from her parents, wondering where she'd run off to. "I had a couple family members- not my folks, they were great, but...a few people important to me didn't take it well when I came out." Taking a savage gulp of her coffee, she made a face. "Didn't take it well, hah. They were a bunch of cunts about it.<br><br>"Other one's a few years newer. <em>Chrysalis</em>.&nbsp; And you pretty much nailed it. I was over it, I was working, I'd found someone, so it was my 'fuck you' to the fascists and the 'phobes and everyone else." Not quite meeting Isis' eyes, she mumbled, "I kinda suckered you. A little. Those are two of my most...personal pieces. Sort of a litmus test. I've got creepier and sexier stuff at the loft, but not many that pack the same punch. For me, anyway."&nbsp; Looking up again, she grinned a bit. "You passed. Congrats?&nbsp; I'm a bitch, I know it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>16-01-2015, 06:50:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images5.fanpop.com/image/photos/26400000/Hilary-Duff-3-hilary-duff-26462538-378-500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Liz Monroe<br><strong>Location:</strong> Party, outside Parker Commons<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ryder, open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Wanting to make new friends/trying to get along with her sister<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRGnwcVG2owxAL2dCqHCKCY8Gd317LQ44lWex3w3Avgw2FxvKhUCu7jGq8R<br><hr><br>Liz was too distracted by thoughtsof Kat and her old life to pick up on what her twin was internally screaming. She knew that her sister hated her and was really pissed at her. She could feel it coming off of Ryder in waves. She'd address that later though.<br><br>"Yeah...shit. I honestly had no idea what I was going to do. She left me the house in her will and I was this close to adopting Riley, she's 7, but Kat's family threw a bitch fit cause I'd just turned 19 and apparently helping to raise her for three years didn't mean jack squat so I had to leave. They didn't want the place, still on the fence on what I'm going to do with it."<br><br>Lis thought for a bit as slowly drank the entirety of the tequila that she'd ordered. "Well, I went back home. You weren't there and I had no idea where you were. Mom amd dad weren't so welcoming so I didn't stick around too long. Tried to find you, but found nothing but loose ends. I didn't think you'd have the same number. So, I found out about this place from a friend and moved up here. Gonna be cold as fuck though."<br><br>She stayed silent for a few seconds, pondering whether or not she wanted to open this can of worms or not. "I was shocked when you called me, happy shocked but still shocked. I missed you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>16-01-2015, 06:59:25</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/c8/88/e5/c888e5269a9fd9ce9dd07279cbb1c294.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ryder Monroe<br><br><br><strong>Location:</strong> At the bar, getting regulated<br><br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Liz, open<br><br><br><strong>Content:</strong> Lying to herself- both of her.<br><br><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> As shown<br><br><hr><br>"I was drunk," Ryder mumbled. "And coked out of my head." Draining her glass, she banged it on the bar to signal for a refill. The edge was coming off, and she had a nice roaring in her ears that was damping out some of the noise from the party. Not the noise from Liz, though. She didn't need to look at her to know she was calling bullshit. It was the god-damndest thing. Even after everything, it was hard for them to lie to each other. Somehow, each of them just...knew.<br><br>"All right," she admitted, a rasp in her voice. "I had just ditched the bint I had been staying with, and she'd gotten kinda weepy. Big scene, public, nasty shit.&nbsp; I got to thinking about you and...her. And I missed you, too." Finally, glass in hand, she faced her twin eyes-on. "SO I called. Guess I cared if you were still alive. More'n our damn parents ever did. Now I'm here, and...I don't..." Her throat closed down, and she looked away again, guzzling down her third drink in a couple of long swallows. "Don't know what to say to you."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>16-01-2015, 07:07:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/cc/b8/8f/ccb88fa477ea0ab73d1caa294c312a7f.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Isis Hastings<br><strong>Location:</strong> Eiryn's apartment<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Eiryn<br><strong>Content:</strong> Getting to know each other<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Jeans and a sweater<br><hr><br>Isis nodded, she could empathize with that. "I know how that is. I didn't even have a chance to tell my parents, my mama kinda just walked into my room one day and found me and my best friend a little indisposed. I was promptly disowned and tossed out on my ass, it was like a business deal. Like they could have cared less about what happened to me, washed their hands of their little black sheep.My aunt took me in and taught me everything she knew about cooking and baking. She owns a catering company. Owning the bakery is only the second job that I've ever had. My grandparents, it took a while for them to come around. They re-instated my trust fund."<br><br>"Don't you love it when you finally have enough and say 'fuck everyone, who cares'? It's really liberating." She smiled and took another hit from the pipe. "Almost cashed, want the last hit?" She offered the pipe to Eiryn.<br><br>"I'm glad you showed me the most personal pieces you have, we can save the creepier, sexier stuff for later. I don't think you're a bitch, you're just bluntly honest and I appreciate that."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>16-01-2015, 07:30:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images5.fanpop.com/image/photos/26400000/Hilary-Duff-3-hilary-duff-26462538-378-500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Liz Monroe<br><strong>Location:</strong> Party, outside Parker Commons<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ryder, open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Opening up...and feelings<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRGnwcVG2owxAL2dCqHCKCY8Gd317LQ44lWex3w3Avgw2FxvKhUCu7jGq8R<br><hr><br>Liz was aware that the words that came from her sister were complete bullshit, but she didn't care. Ryder was talking to her. There was only one thing that she wanted to say to her twin, but she wasn't sure if she was ready for the reaction from Ryder. "Hm, guess we're more alike than we realized. I partake in a little coke, myself. Had a real problem with it for a bit but it's not the way it used to be."<br><br>When Ryder turned to face her and said what she did, Liz couldn't stop herself. "There's really only one thing that I can think of to say right now, wanted to for a while, but was kind of afraid. I wanted to wait til we were alone and nobody was around. I am so sorry that I left the way that I did. It was stupid, reckless, and selfish. I never wanted to hurt you and I know that I did. Will you stay here with me? I don't deserve it, but I'm asking anyways." She didn't want to cry, but the tears were threatening to escape the floodgates. She turned away for a moment or two, trying to compose herself. She turned back to Ryder, eyes a little teary but she wasn't crying. Liz had never seen the sense in lying so she rarely did it. Everything that came ot of her mouth was usually true.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Twisted iN Tux</strong> on <strong>17-01-2015, 02:58:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d2/Tanner_Macklemore_Post_Pic.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tanner Macklemore<br><strong>Location:</strong> Home Alone @ <em>The Kensington</em><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Miguel Bosque<br><strong>Content:</strong> Casual, Contemplative &amp; Somewhat Calm <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> A Black &amp; White Polo, Black Sweatpants &amp; Thick Cotton Socks<br><hr><br>So Brooklyn was down at their shop, more than likely getting ready to close up for the night, and Jordan was out somewhere with someone doing something far more tricky than treaty, which meant that Tanner had the apartment all to himself for, oh, just about another hour or two. While he loved his wife and son more than any other two things in the entire world, he also really liked having his time alone. It allowed him to unwind and just be one with himself, which, as this hectic month finally came to a close, was much needed. <br><br>The grand opening of <em>Stitched</em>, back on the 1st of the month, had gone really well. Almost too well, one could say. Business was truly booming, which, for most private company owners would've been a great thing, a blessing even; however, they were sorely understaffed and, as the weeks went on, poorly understocked. Merchandise was flying from the shelves at a far more rapid pace than they had projected and, as for the staff, well, it was already time to think about hiring on a few extra hands. Granted, Tanner knew that things would probably level off at some point, but opening right before the holiday season meant that they probably wouldn't see the proverbial light at the end of the tunnel until sometime in late January and, even then, what with Valentine's Day the following month, and then wedding season soon after, and proms, and graduations...<br><br><em>Don't do it, man. Don't look that far ahead. It'll settle down. It will,</em> he told himself as he lounged upon his living room sofa and surfed through the hundreds of cable channels available to him, which, as per usual, gave him very little reason to stop and actually watch anything. <em>And if it doesn't slow down...</em><br><br>"<strong>Enough, Mack!</strong>" he suddenly scolded himself as he scrambled to his feet and made his way to the kitchen. "<strong>You're suppose to be relaxing. You already put in a twelve hour day, it's...</strong>" <em>Snack time!</em> he then thought as he began to rummage through the fully stocked pantry, regardless of the the fact it was getting close to bedtime. <em>Let's see...what's it gonna be?</em> he pondered as one hand danced across the tops of boxes and bags, jars and cans, and the other worked on an itch right below the waistband of his sweatpants. <em>Baked sweet-potato chips? Dried sunflower seeds? A granola bar...or two? Who's gonna be the lucky wi...what the?</em><br><br>The door buzzer suddenly sounding took Tanner by surprise. Had someone forgotten their key or had the neighborhood kids found their way inside the security-controlled building? It was getting a little late for trick or treating, wasn't it? Although, with it being a Friday holiday, school-age kids could stay out a little later than usual, if their parents didn't mind.<br><br>"<strong>I'll be right there,</strong>" Tanner called as his bright green eyes darted around the cupboard in an effort to find something, <em>anything</em> he could toss into pillow case sacks that could satiate a bunch of candy-craving kids. Brooklyn had bought a few bags of chocolate, but she had taken it all down to the store, so that left him with, well, not much of anything at all, unless the kids were health enthusiasts. "<strong>I'm coming!</strong>" he called again as the buzzer rang once more.<br><br>Snatching up the box of granola bars, Tanner dashed to the door and yanked it open. Expecting to see a flock of costumed kids or, at the least, a key-less member of his extended family, he was taken aback, just a bit, as it appeared to be neither of these two options. No, instead, it was his new neighbor...<br><br><em>Manuel? Marco? Mateo?</em><br><br>"<strong>Oh...uh...hey there,</strong>" he found himself fumbling as he failed to recall the guy's name. They had crossed paths only once before and introductions had been made, but Tanner was really bad at remembering names. Dates? Sure. But names? Nope, not a strong point of his at all. "<strong>How's it going?</strong>"&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>17-01-2015, 04:02:13</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/88/2b/7a/882b7a8e5773e2ce3bc7f8b7dcefca89.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Eiryn Grim<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> At her flat<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Isis<br><br><strong>Content:</strong> Getting to know all about each other<br><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Goth/Punk jeans (http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/68/1c/08/681c0858094d0c087edb1e73e512e52f.jpg); black crop tank top (https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/shopping?q=tbn:ANd9GcSYaiGZqJSYILXmjjQg1Fy7hDCWs-dYSa8nWGbOHpa_LxjwWixt&amp;usqp=CAE);asymmetric jacket (http://s001.osstatic.net/s/jctr/store/productimages/details/1275_pitch_black_l_z.jpg).<br><br><br><hr><br>Eiryn waved off the pipe with a sleepy grin. "No thanks, hun. Already pretty lit. Not used to straight hits." Curling&nbsp; in on herself like a Slinkie toy, the Gothette perched on the corner of her mattress in a passable lotus. Using her almost-empty coffee cup like a semaphore flag, she waved Isis down as well.<br><br>"You better start talking about you. I suck at small talk, an' I'm likely to do something stupid, otherwise."&nbsp; <em>Like kiss you...</em>"Like startin' to work again, and leavin' you on your own." She shifted a bit- her ass didn't have that much padding, and the mattress was kinda thin- and then amended her statement. "But I do want to photograph you. I mean, not tonight- all my gear's at the loft. But...soon. If it's cool."<br><br><em>Please, please, <strong>please</strong> don't ask if I want you bare for the shots.&nbsp; Because I do. Topless, anyway. But right now, that's gonna be so weird if it comes up.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>17-01-2015, 04:52:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/cc/b8/8f/ccb88fa477ea0ab73d1caa294c312a7f.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Isis Hastings<br><strong>Location:</strong> Eiryn's apartment<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Eiryn<br><strong>Content:</strong> Getting to know each other<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Jeans and a sweater<br><hr><br>Isis smiled a bit sleepily and took the last hit from the pipe before setting it on a table near the bed. "I usually put it in food, omg I almost accidentally set out pot brownies at the bakery to sell. That would have been horrible." She giggled, weed made her do that. She settled down onto the mattress, against Eiryn slightly before looking up at the woman.<br><br>"So..what do ya wanna know? I'll answer pretty much anything, what qualifies as stupid?" She grinned playfully. "In all honesty, there's not much to know. You know bout the baking and I speak three languages. Ummm, I play the piano and the violin but usually only when I'm alone. I have some slight abandonment issues. My brain's like a mix of recipes, song lyrics, stupid useless nerdy trivia, and a fair amount of nerdy in general. It doesn't really matter that my trust fund's back, not gonna get me to stop working. Probably gonna invest some of it and give some to charity." Isis made herself a little more comfortable as she lay there. "Yeah, sure. I'd really like that." Her southern drawl was even more pronounced because she was high and a little drunk. She wouldn't mind being photographed nude, never done it before but she wouldn't mind it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nico</strong> on <strong>17-01-2015, 11:08:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/1d8f/4o4446e4utvsst9zg.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Miguel Fernando Ángel Del Bosque<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Kensington/by Apt. 201<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tanner Macklemore<br><strong>Content:</strong> Casual meeting, conversation - <em>for the foreign language mouse over the text, please!</em><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See here (http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/a88d/99vb8p12ywq3wu6zg.jpg). A black leather jacket, black leather boots.<br><hr><br>Miguel had moved in his new apartment just recently. In fact - it was recent enough for quite some moving boxes still making their home in the entrance space of his apartment, just behind the door. He didn't have the time, yet, to get it all sorted out. There was this case that kept him busy these days, some nasty discrimination stuff at the workplace of this poor, young woman. Since her colleagues had found out that she was born male, there had been shit coming her way from all sides, and then she contacted and hired Miguel, because he was known to take such cases and rip idiots a new one on a regular basis. Bigots were his speciality, really. And thus, the unpacking and many other things (like, you know, a life) had suffered quite some as of late. Ah well, wasn't that important, right? Miguel always had been a hard worker, and he loved what he was doing. And, living here now, in the heart of the community was quite exciting. Not only has it a lot closer to the company he was working at, it also might as well bring him one or the other more client, or a friend. One couldn't have enough of those. Friends, that was. Clients, he had plenty. Especially after his popularity had risen some, after he decided to dabble into politics for the local, left wing Democrats.<br><br>However, now, Miguel was at the door, three brown paper bags balanced haphazardly in one hand, his other hand digging through various pockets on his wardrobe, in an attempt to find his apartment keys. He grunted softly when he didn't find them in one pocket, and so, the next one was searched through, and, in this process, he must have touched the doorbell of his neighbours door, more than likely with his elbow, without even noticing it properly. Blame it on the black IPhone that was held between his shoulder and his head, and he was babbling away in rapid Spanish, probably with his mother or another member of his family. Whatever. <acronym title="Yes, yes mom. No, I am not done yet. Don't give me that, alright? I am too busy for that, okay?"><em> "Sí, sí mamá. No, no he terminado todavía. No me vengas con eso, ¿de acuerdo? Estoy demasiado ocupado para eso, ¿de acuerdo?"</em></acronym> he said, chuckling softly while he listened to whatever reply. Yes, his mother. Always worrying that her son worked too much, slept too less, ate too less and god knows what else, too. Of course that woman worried herself silly, all the damn time, no less. Never had been any different, that. She was his mother, for gods sake and family was quite important. More than anything, in fact.<br><br>He was digging through another pocket, when the door was opened and Tanner looked out, and instantly, Miguel knew that it was him. Ringing on that door with his damn elbow or something. <acronym title="Listen mom, I have to cut it, okay. I love you, talk later. Bye!"><em>"Escucha mamá, tengo que cortar, está bien. Te amo, hablo más tarde. Adiós!"</em></acronym> he said, and then he instantly offered the man an apologetic smile. <em>"I'm so sorry. I know it's late and I am sorry. I must have...."</em> he said, and then he lifted his arm, with a chuckle. Indicating that it must have been his arm, accidentially hitting that damn doorbell.&nbsp; <em>"Dios mío. I did not wake you, did I? If I did, I apologize Mr...."</em> and he trailed off for a moment. Yeah, shit. Names. He heard so many during a long day at work. <em>Too </em>many, at times. Miguel furrowed a brow for a moment, but then he actually had to smile. Yes, silly him, huh? Ah well, people forgot names, at times. Who said one couldn't introduce twice?<br><br>He finally found his keys, but he left them in his pocket for now, because he held out his free hand towards Tanner. <em>"Hola. I'm Miguel.&nbsp; Miguel Fernando Ángel Del Bosque. Just call me Miguel, or Ángel. Whatever works for you. It's a pleasure, again."</em> he said, laughing softly. <em>"I'm sorry."</em> Yes, what a name, huh? Rolling off of his tongue like only a native speaker could pull it. Most others butchered it in the most terrible ways. Ah well, there was worse. A name was a name, right? However, Miguel seemed to be a very polite and friendly person.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>18-01-2015, 02:51:28</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/c8/88/e5/c888e5269a9fd9ce9dd07279cbb1c294.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ryder Monroe<br><br><br><strong>Location:</strong> At the bar, getting regulated<br><br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Liz, open<br><br><br><strong>Content:</strong> Doing the right(?) thing<br><br><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> As shown<br><br><hr><br>The inked-up blonde nearly choked on her new drink. Clearing her throat loudly, she took another deep swallow to cover the racing of her mind. "You don't want me here," she declared, flatly, but her tone wasn't calling bullshit on Liz. Rather, it was full of tension and self-loathing.<br><br>"I'm a train wreck, waiting for a busload of mongoloid third-graders to get stuck on the tracks," she went on, unable to look her twin in the eyes. She really couldn't imagine that staying with Liz could be good, for either of them; it'd be great for her, for a while, money-wise but it'd mess up her sister's life pretty bad. And Ryder would be herself, and they'd fight, and..."I fucked everything with tits in town before I left, and a few things without. And then I took my freakshow on the road." Face bleak, she finally turned to the Other Her. "I don't even know why the fuck I'm here, you know? Guess I just...wanted to see you, get some closure, or some bullshit like that. But if you want, like, a normal life? White picket fence and the same muff in your face every night? You don't want me anywhere near you." With a stubborn, challenging glare, she slammed the rest of her drink, and shivered as it burned from tonsils to twat.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>18-01-2015, 03:45:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images5.fanpop.com/image/photos/26400000/Hilary-Duff-3-hilary-duff-26462538-378-500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Liz Monroe<br><strong>Location:</strong> Party, outside Parker Commons<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ryder, open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Opening up...and feelings<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRGnwcVG2owxAL2dCqHCKCY8Gd317LQ44lWex3w3Avgw2FxvKhUCu7jGq8R<br><hr><br>Liz knew this rant was more about Ryder and not her, but she just wanted to hug her sister but something told her that probably wouldn't be a good idea. "Don't tell me what I want, okay?" She looked at her sister. "Look at me."<br><br>"All this, you being fucked up and everything, it's my fault. This isn't me being all guilt-ridden and shit, well I am, but it isn't what this is about. Speaking on the kind of life I want, hell...I don't even know what I want anymore. I used to know what that was, but everything went to shit and all that." For a brief moment, Liz wondered whether to tell Ryder about the whole being a whore thing, but she decided against. "I've kinda gone a little crazy over the past few months, catching up...I guess."<br><br>She looked her twin square in the eyes, the same exact ones as her own, and sighed softly. "I want you here, you're my sister....my twin, dammit, is it so hard to believe that I want you here? Stay with me, at least for a little while. We both need this."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>18-01-2015, 04:46:02</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/88/2b/7a/882b7a8e5773e2ce3bc7f8b7dcefca89.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Eiryn Grim<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> At her flat<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Isis<br><br><strong>Content:</strong> Putting a friend down...for the night.<br><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Goth/Punk jeans (http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/68/1c/08/681c0858094d0c087edb1e73e512e52f.jpg); black crop tank top (https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/shopping?q=tbn:ANd9GcSYaiGZqJSYILXmjjQg1Fy7hDCWs-dYSa8nWGbOHpa_LxjwWixt&amp;usqp=CAE);asymmetric jacket (http://s001.osstatic.net/s/jctr/store/productimages/details/1275_pitch_black_l_z.jpg).<br><br><br><br>Shifting a bit, Eiryn gradually eased Isis' head down into her lap. "You play fiddle? Cool. Took lessons for quite a while in school. Still play from time to time. We should compare G-strings some time." Bad joke, but she blushed and giggled anway. <em>Wow</em>, was she lit. Gently, without really thinking about it, she brushed the glossy black hair back out of&nbsp; her sleepy neighbor's face; that duty done, she kept stroking it lightly. "Never did much with languages. Little Italian from music, of course, and enough Spanish to curse or get laid in, not much else."<br><br>Some people, as they transition into sleep, lose some of their surface beauty: their muscles slacken, they stop thinking about the face they show to the world, and the more real them shows through, for better or worse. Isis just looked...younger, as she started to drift. Eiryn moved again, trying to make a&nbsp; better pillow out of her bony-ass self. Her hand wandered to just under Isis' ear, then retreated again to the safety of playing with her hair- pushing buttons on the buzzed goddess was not something Eiryn wanted to do.<br><br>"Trust fund baby, huh," she asked quietly. "You don't seem the type. You're not a Buffybitch-&nbsp; and for Ghu's sake, you put a Rice Krispies heart on a cake." Chuckling softly, she let her other hand wander across a smooth cheek. About as much as she dared to do, it was quite a bit less than she<em> wanted</em> to do- and yet, she was just fine with that, for now.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>18-01-2015, 05:12:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/cc/b8/8f/ccb88fa477ea0ab73d1caa294c312a7f.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Isis Hastings<br><strong>Location:</strong> Eiryn's apartment<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Eiryn<br><strong>Content:</strong> Getting to know each other<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Jeans and a sweater<br><hr><br>Isis smiled as Eiryn brushed her hair out of her face and then proceeded to play with her hair, she'd always loved that. "Yeah, we should do that sometime. It'd be fun. I can do anything from bluegrass to classical." She admitted, it wasn't bragging. From anyone else, it would have sounded like it was but Isis always appeared humble, even shy. "I'm guessing you like my middle name then, huh?" She grinned a bit. "I've always loved Italian and French, they're romantic."<br><br>She watched as Eiryn's eyes moved over her face, it made her blush slightly, but she liked it. For a moment, it seemed as if though the woman was going to kiss her but she didn't. "I don't seem the type now. Growing up, especially in high school...I was Cordelia times 3. Now, I'm more like Angel-verse Cordy." Isis grinned a bit. When Eiryn ran a hand against her cheek, Isis smiled. "Enough about me, I wanna know more about you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>la dame en noir</strong> on <strong>18-01-2015, 21:26:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc255/Skittle_Kitten_Plur/tumblr_nbpr2ocZzt1sc34w0o1_500-Copy_zps8ee7ef7a.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Olivia Rian Carter<br><strong>Location:</strong> Party<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Matthew <br><strong>Content:</strong> Mild Language - Amused<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Voodoo Burlesque (http://s219.photobucket.com/user/Skittle_Kitten_Plur/media/bd9dbe69cfc6a97a2d9442d14a1d3b8d-Copy_zpse26433f0.jpg.html)<br><hr><br><div style="text-align: justify;">Olivia listened intently. She was always willing to hear someone out when they explained their experiences as an ex-military guy. It was intended that she would give him the benefit of the doubt since she didn't know him fully. Out-going, handsome, and flirtatious were all things that she could obviously tell by just a few little questions, but nothing in big detail. However, she had a lingering feeling that she was being too intrusive to his past. Her eyes diverted to his lips and down to this shoulders. The young man was built quite well, so much so that it made her blush a little inside. Olivia shook her head in a sluggish movement as to not bring too much attention to her gander at him. A cold wind brushed by her bare skin, giving her goosebumps up arms and legs causing a small shivered sound to escape her lips. <br><br>"Well, the temperature is dropping. I really think I should probably get back to my apartment. Olivia said sweetly, she didn't want the conversation to end and was just starting to get to know someone. She knew she needed to leave before the urge to touch all over his everything became too strong. Olivia had a very bad problem with flirting to the point of no return and wanted to kick the habit before it reverted back to the way it was. "I have eggrolls, a warm couch, and Game of Thrones re-runs that I want to watch. It was really nice to meet you, Matthew. Maybe we can hangout sometime?" she grinned and then realized that he might not be able to find her unless he were to knock on every door in the apartment itself. Moving her body around in a circle, she tried to spot a piece of paper and a pen, but to her luck she couldn't find either one.<br><br>"Hey, I was going to give you my number but I can't find anything to write it on. My apartment number is 205 and if you ever wanna hangout feel free to drop by and I can give it to you then." she gazed into his eyes before blushing once more, blue was her favorite color. Clearing her throat she waved goodbye before heading back inside the apartment building.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>19-01-2015, 02:17:43</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/88/2b/7a/882b7a8e5773e2ce3bc7f8b7dcefca89.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Eiryn Grim<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> At her flat<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Isis<br><br><strong>Content:</strong> Opening up<br><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Goth/Punk jeans (http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/68/1c/08/681c0858094d0c087edb1e73e512e52f.jpg); black crop tank top (https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/shopping?q=tbn:ANd9GcSYaiGZqJSYILXmjjQg1Fy7hDCWs-dYSa8nWGbOHpa_LxjwWixt&amp;usqp=CAE);asymmetric jacket (http://s001.osstatic.net/s/jctr/store/productimages/details/1275_pitch_black_l_z.jpg).<br><hr><br>Eiryn twined&nbsp; a strand of long, black hair around the knuckle of her middle finger. "What's to tell?"&nbsp; She was already going gray, one reason she put the stupid color streaks in her hair. Not mentioning that seemed like a plan right then. "I'm...mostly self-taught, so I kinda overreact when people start talkin' about this or that 'school' of art, or some technique not bein' 'well executed', or other crap that's more about hearin' themselves show off what they learned twenty years ago in school than about what they're lookin' at." Unwinding her impromptu ring, she skritched lightly at Isis' scalp. "Changed my name when I was, oh, about your age. Kinda a bullshit thing to do, but it's been good for business- people remember 'Grim' a hella lot better than 'Grimaldi', you know? Not so common."<br><br>Another careful move kept the dark-crowned head cradled against the inside of Eiryn's thigh, while she stretched out next to her buddy and rested her own on Isis' somewhat better-padded hip. Quiet though it was, her voice was remorseless as she dissected herself. "I'm sleep-deprived and disordered. Since I was a kid. Still wake up screamin', some times.&nbsp; Then I make some coffee and draw. I...stop in the middle of conversations, and sketch, or start lookin' at people funny, trying to pose them. You caught me on a good night, tonight. I was almost normal."<br><br>Her cheek rubbed lightly where it lay, and her tone got even more uncomfortable. "I'm...if I'm not workin', I'm not always all there, you know?&nbsp; And when I am, I'm not here at all. I miss meals, dates, birthdays. One ex called the cops, 'cause she tried to reach me three or four times when I didn't make it home. Never heard the phone. I've never managed to live with anyone longer'n about five months.&nbsp; Usually, about a month in, we have the 'are we together or not' convo, and my answer's always, 'yeah, but.' By now, you had any sense, you'd be headed for the door."<br><br>Rising up on one elbow, Eiryn looked up the line of Isis' body, past the curve of her lovely breast, trying to memorize what this looked like, felt like. Dark eyes, still lovely when sleepy, looked back. "It's...pretty late. You want to...just crash here?" With an exasperated groan, she let herself drop back to the bed. <br><br>"Fuckin' moron, you live right up the hall. Sorry. Literally forgot we weren't at the studio.&nbsp; Like I said, I'm not here all that much."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lux12</strong> on <strong>19-01-2015, 03:21:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/7DlWgbd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Liam Vang<br><strong>Location:</strong> Near the bar and then further in.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Antonio, Who so ever is present<br><strong>Content:</strong> Challenge, musician stuff, dancing<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Something that evokes the styles of Elvira and Marilyn Manson<br><hr><br>Liam partook of the nearby refreshments and kept looking at peoples costumes. Briefly he took out of Antonio and jokingly shouted "Hey! Are you trying to start a costume war with me?! Just wait 'til next October!" He let out another high pitched giggle after issuing the challenge and turned his attention elsewhere. While it was true that he would go out of his away to make sure he outdid anyone who came close to mirroring or eclipsing his fabulousness on Halloween, these words were never meant to be ones of spite. The lithe male downed a couple drinks and then closed his eyes. Liam listened to the song that was currently playing to see if he could pick out the chords. It was something he often did whenever music was playing, mostly as a test of his own musicianship. His fingers moved as if he were playing an air guitar. Once he felt he had a good enough handle on the track, he began grooving, following the cadence with his body. This was also a part of that process of picking a part of the song for him.<br><br>So with that, he opened his eyes and made his way to wherever he could groove more readily and began to move to the music. Even if he wasn't the focus of attention or the object of a lovely lady's attention, he was going to make damn sure he had a good time. So he let the track guide his every movement. Liam simply seemed to enjoy moving to music whether he was actually dancing or not. Some who witnessed him actually perform might even say he treated his instruments as if they were his dance partners as much as the implements through which he channeled his creative endeavors. He stopped only occasionally to make sure his make up was not smearing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>19-01-2015, 04:13:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/cc/b8/8f/ccb88fa477ea0ab73d1caa294c312a7f.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Isis Hastings<br><strong>Location:</strong> Eiryn's apartment<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Eiryn<br><strong>Content:</strong> Getting to know each other<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Jeans and a sweater<br><hr><br>Isis smiled as Eiryn twirled a strand of her hair around one of her fingers. "I love that you aren't all pretentious, I've met my fair share of all kinds of artists and many of them have been." She listened as Eiryn spoke about changing her name and nodded. "To be fair, Grimaldi isn't so common either but I like Grim, I can see how it'd be good for business." She smiled and moved a bit so the other woman could stretch out beside her. Isis had missed how this felt, just hanging out and being comfortable with someone....talking and getting to know each other.<br><br>Isis listened as the goth spoke about herself, she knew that Eiryn was probably thinking that if she was smart that she should just move on and find someone else to be interested in, but Isis didn't think she'd do that. "I know what sleep-deprived feels like and disordered? I know what that's like too." She fought with herself for a few moments and finally decided to do what she was thinking about. She felt a connection with this woman. Even though she didn't like sharing or talking about it, she softly grabbed one of Eiryn's hands and ran the woman's fingers over the tattoo covered scars on her left wrist. "Three attempts, almost succeeded the last time. Guess you could say the third time was almost the charm." She shrugged slightly. "Wanna know what the semi colon means?"<br><br>"Well, normal is boring. A little dysfunction makes life interesting. Not being 'there' all the time is kind of understandable. I have severe anxiety, on medication. Depression, on medication. I know, don't seem like the type, huh? The baking helps calm me, so does cleaning." Isis whispered, now that they didn't have to talk so loud, it was easier. She smiled as Eiryn rubbed her cheek against her hip slightly and then followed the woman's eyes up along her form. It made her happy that Eiryn liked what she saw. <br><br>Isis' eyes moved to a clock and she laughed lazily. "Didn't realize how late it was, and even though I do only live right down the hall, I think I'd like to take you up on that offer. Leaving means that I have to move."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>20-01-2015, 06:17:26</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/c8/88/e5/c888e5269a9fd9ce9dd07279cbb1c294.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ryder Monroe<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> At the bar, getting invited<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Liz, open<br><br><strong>Content:</strong> Making a choice<br><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> As shown<br><br><br><hr><br>It was an attractive offer, to be sure.&nbsp; Free room and board, without having to put out for it? Oh, she didn't mind the sex- not at all. But the Mommas she got involved with got clingy, wanted to 'clean her up', get her to behave more like a 'lady'. Like, she was good enough to fuck, but not up to snuff for their social circle, doncha know?<br><br>Fuck that noise. She was&nbsp; a raunchy, loudmouthed dyke, not a lady. And Liz would at least respect that much. She hoped.<br><br>On the other hand, the idea of...owing her twin, being responsible for part of her life...that was hard. Part of her brain flew off in one direction, spinning little domestic daydreams, while the rest of her was screaming and looking for a window to jump out of, in <em>any</em> other direction.<br><br>"I don't clean," she growled. "And unless you're seriously into hot dogs and scrambled eggs, I'm a crap cook. But if you're for real..." She held up her hand for a high-five.<br><br>"Let's get this party<strong> started</strong>, bitches!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>21-01-2015, 04:29:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images5.fanpop.com/image/photos/26400000/Hilary-Duff-3-hilary-duff-26462538-378-500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Liz Monroe<br><strong>Location:</strong> Party, outside Parker Commons<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ryder, open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Opening up...and feelings<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRGnwcVG2owxAL2dCqHCKCY8Gd317LQ44lWex3w3Avgw2FxvKhUCu7jGq8R<br><hr><br>Liz smiled brilliantly as Ryder finally agreed to stay. "Well, I'm slightly meticulous and organized so you don't have to worry about cleaning and I like to cook so you're all good there. I bring a lot of stuff home from work, I'm a barista at a bakery. My boss bakes awesome shit." She laughed softly.&nbsp; "We'll work out sleeping arrangements sometime other than now, only one bedroom."<br><br>She nodded and grinned as Ryder raised her hand for a high five and Liz gave her what she was asking for. "Let's go meet some people and, yeah, I need another one of these please." She offered the bartender a flirtatious smile, maybe Ryder being here would be a good thing, help her get on with her life. She glanced around a bit before glancing at her sister and she gave her a look. It was an asking look, her twin would know what she was asking, they still knew mostly what the other was thinking...it seemed. Liz was silently asking Ryder if she wanted some coke or something to smoke.<br><br>"Oh...um, yeah. I...kind of have plans for tonight....after this. Before I go, I'll show you around the apartment and stuff." It wasn't exactly a date, more of an appointment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>21-01-2015, 06:27:15</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/88/2b/7a/882b7a8e5773e2ce3bc7f8b7dcefca89.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Eiryn Grim<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> At her flat<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Isis<br><br><strong>Content:</strong> Cuddling and fading<br><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Goth/Punk jeans (http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/68/1c/08/681c0858094d0c087edb1e73e512e52f.jpg); black crop tank top (https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/shopping?q=tbn:ANd9GcSYaiGZqJSYILXmjjQg1Fy7hDCWs-dYSa8nWGbOHpa_LxjwWixt&amp;usqp=CAE);asymmetric jacket (http://s001.osstatic.net/s/jctr/store/productimages/details/1275_pitch_black_l_z.jpg).<br><br><hr><br>Eiryn's breath caught as Isis guided her hand over the scars, and she winced. "And here I am whining like some emo teenager on the rag about my sleep problems. Jesus, babe. I mean...Jesus." She let her hand wrest, covering the tattoos, bandaging the old wounds with her skin. "No more of that shit, OK?&nbsp; I'll give you my number, you get one of those moods, you fucking <em>call </em>me. Any time. Worst I can do is let you vent, you know?"<br><br>Her heart nearly stopped when Isis took her up on her offer. <em>Did I just invite this incredibly hot chick I just met to spend the night? And did she just say<strong> yes</strong>?</em> Extending her hand, she managed to snag a pillow and, jackknifing awkwardly, get it under Isis' head in lieu of her poorly-padded thigh.&nbsp; Then she flopped end for end and sort of tentatively cuddled up against the brunette's back. After a minute, she cautiously looped an arm around her buddy, making damn sure her hand didn't wander anywhere sensitive.<br><br>"Uh...I start making any kind of odd noise in the night?&nbsp; Probably a&nbsp; nightmare. Just nudge me, hard. Usually shuts me up." <em>I'll wake up and find out this was one of my rare good dreams, anyway.</em> Nuzzling the back of the baker's neck lightly, burying her face in the lush dark hair, she let out a sigh of rare contentment, and closed her eyes.<br><br>Now was <strong>not</strong> a good time to confess she usually slept in just her panties, or less.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Twisted iN Tux</strong> on <strong>21-01-2015, 17:00:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fb/Antonio%27s_Costume.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Antonio Vasquez<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hanging Outside of <em>Eden</em><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Best Bud Zach<br><strong>Content:</strong> Still Friendly, Feisty &amp; Flirty <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> An All-Leather, Male-Version of a <em>Maleficent</em> Costume<br><hr><br>Antonio was tempted to say that the allegedly poisoned chocolates had a delicious creamy center, and that he had filled them himself, but he refrained. Zach was coming around. There was no need to be overly suggestive with his best bud. They were friends after all, workout buddies and video game junkies, but, for the time being, not much more than those two things, which was fine with Antonio. He was proud of the fact that he could have a normal friend and not one who insisted upon benefits, as he had so often had in the past. Granted, his lines of work, as both a stripper and an escort, took him down that path, but not with Zach. Zach was cool. Zach was like that older brother he never had. Sure they got a little flirty from time to tome, but nothing more.<br><br>"<strong>Yeah, you owe me big time, bud,</strong>" Antonio jokingly reprimanded, with a friendly punch to Zach's shoulder, as the topic of his birthday was brought up. "<strong>I ended up spending it with this guy who wanted me to dress up as Starlord, ya know, from <em>Guardians</em>, while he wore a Gamora costume. It, well, needless to say, it got more than a little weird. Thankfully, the gig paid well,</strong>" he nonchalantly concluded, letting his words just sort of trail off.<br><br>To be perfectly honest, Antonio wasn't a fan of chatting about his escort work. He'd bring it up, here and there, but he was never one to give away too many details. In his mind, it made him sound cheap, not to mention that most of his clients preferred to keep things on the down low. More than half were either married or in a relationship of some sort and a good third usually proclaimed they were straight. So for him to go around naming names and chatting up a storm about his latest conquests, would only be bad for business and, well, his pretty face, which would probably end up getting smashed in if he blabbed too much.<br><br>"<strong>So, besides holding up this brick wall, what's on the agenda for this evening?</strong>" Antonio then questioned, looking for a way to change up the topic. "<strong>The night is still young. We could, uh...grab a drink...or something.</strong>"&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Twisted iN Tux</strong> on <strong>22-01-2015, 00:58:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d2/Tanner_Macklemore_Post_Pic.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tanner Macklemore<br><strong>Location:</strong> In the Hallway of <em>The Kensington</em><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Miguel Bosque<br><strong>Content:</strong> Casual, Conversational &amp; a Bit Covetous <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> A Black &amp; White Polo, Black Sweatpants &amp; Thick Cotton Socks<br><hr><br>"<strong>Hola, Miguel. Mi nombre es Tanner Macklemore. Es un placer conocerte otra vez también,</strong>" was the response that was given as Tanner took the man's hand in his own and gave it a firm shake. With Spanish being one of four languages that he spoke, it only seemed natural to reply in such a manner. "<strong>And there's no need to apologize. It's not <em>that</em> late,</strong>" Tanner continued, in his native tongue, as he made a motion to help his new neighbor with his overstuffed grocery bags. "<strong>Here, let me give you a hand with those,</strong>" he warmly stated as he lifted two out of the three from Miguel's full arm. "<strong>I've been guilty of the same thing, you know, stuffing a shopping bag until it's about to break just so I don't have to lug a half dozen around.</strong>"<br><br>Waiting for the guy to fetch his key and unlock the door, Tanner did a once over of his wardrobe. This was a habit of his when a sharp dressed man, such as Miguel, was nearby. It was the designer in him, as well as the fashion consultant, that enjoyed drinking in the details. Not only did it help him to understand current trends, but, more often than not, it usually gave the tailor the opportunity to offer his services as both a clothier <em>and</em> consultant. Miguel, however, seemed to be doing rather well on his own. The cut of his supple leather jacket was ideal for his lean, athletic frame. The body hugging knit sweater that he wore below was also very flattering and, it appeared at first glance, to be well taken care of. It wasn't stretched our, not did it have any obvious snags, which meant the man was kind to his clothes. His fitted jeans in black were also a smart choice and well maintained, neither baggy or faded. However, it was his selection in footwear that excited Tanner the most, so much so that...<br><br>"<strong>Forgive me, but, are those Bruno Magli's you're wearing?</strong>" he felt compelled to ask as his bright green eyes remained locked on the pair of stunning, ankle-high boots. "<strong>I've had my eye on those for sometime, but can't seem to find them in my size. 15 is the biggest I've been able to come across and, well, I take a 16,</strong>" he randomly admitted as he shifted his gaze from the gorgeous boots back up to Miguel's eyes. "<strong>I...I'm not sure why I just told you that,</strong>" he then blurted as a lopsided grin slid into place upon his lips. "<strong>I guess you should know that your new neighbor is a bit of a clothes horse, although, I consider myself to be more of a connoisseur than a junkie.</strong>"<br><br>It was then that Tanner's cell began to vibrate in his sweatpants pocket. He had almost forgotten that it was there. "<strong>Oh, uh, excuse me,</strong>" he offered to his neighbor as he fished the device out and read the text message that flashed on the screen. It was his wife, still down at the shop, and she was having an issue with the new security system. "<strong>Damn,</strong>" Tanner mouthed, "<strong>duty calls,</strong>" he added as he placed the bags he'd been holding just inside Miguel's doorway, seeing that it was now open. "<strong>Gotta run. Have a good night,</strong>" he continued as he made his way back to his apartment. "<strong>We, uh, we should do lunch or something,</strong>" he called, with a genuine smile and nod, before stepping back inside his door he had left ajar. "<strong>I'm usually around on the weekends,</strong>" he added as he quickly came back out with keys and wallet in hand. "<strong>You know where to find me!</strong>"&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>22-01-2015, 05:19:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/cc/b8/8f/ccb88fa477ea0ab73d1caa294c312a7f.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Isis Hastings<br><strong>Location:</strong> Eiryn's apartment<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Eiryn<br><strong>Content:</strong> Getting to know each other<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Jeans and a sweater<br><hr><br>Isis smiled softly, it was a bit refreshing to meet someone who didn't look at her like she was crazy or some kind of wounded animal. She nodded with another smile. "Don't worry 'bout it. It's nice to hear about someone else"s problems...well, not nice...you know what I mean." She stammered out a bit, happened sporadically when she was either intoxicated or tired. "If one of those self harm moods hit me, I will call you and bitch it out. My self image has gotten tremendously better over the years. The tattoo's a metaphor. The author could've ended the sentence but chose not to."<br><br>She saw the look of surprise on Eiryn's face as she said she'd stay the night. "So surprised, don't be." She smiled sleepily as the other woman slid a pillow beneath her head. "I'll be sure to do that if you start making noises, if you can't sleep...feel free to wake me up." Isis wasn't sure why she was whispering. She sighed softly as she felt Eiryn nuzzle into her hair, it brought a happy little smile to her lips. "Good night, Eiryn. See you in the A.M...well, later in the A.M." <br><br>It wasn't long before Isis drifted into a slightly deep sleep, her hand resting upon the other woman's side.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>22-01-2015, 05:29:15</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/c8/88/e5/c888e5269a9fd9ce9dd07279cbb1c294.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ryder Monroe<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> At the bar, getting invited<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Liz, open<br><br><strong>Content:</strong> Being pissy by reflex<br><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> As shown<br><br><br><br><br><hr><br>The inside of her head went red for an instant. <em><span style="font-size: 1.45em;" class="bbc_size">God dammit, I JUST got here, you're all 'stay with me, sis', and you're running out again already?</span></em> Something must have shown in her face, something ugly and primal, because Liz flinched.&nbsp; Not what Ryder had intended, not at all.<br><br><br>Liz hadn't known she was coming today.<br>Liz had had plans.<br>She wasn't leaving again, just had shit to do.<br>Chill the fuck out, you stupid slag.<br><br>Banging her glass down on the bar and turning her glare on the poor kid mixing shit,&nbsp; the edgy blonde rolled her neck, flexed her hands, took a real deep breath. Then shurgged,m and grinned. "OK. So, introduce me to some of your friends, then. Maybe I'll wreck your bed while you're gone." Looking around, she spotted Liam a ways a way. "Like that one. What the FUCK is she wearing? Or is it a guy?&nbsp; Either way, he looks like a party animal. Grab your glass, let's go."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>22-01-2015, 06:45:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images5.fanpop.com/image/photos/26400000/Hilary-Duff-3-hilary-duff-26462538-378-500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Liz Monroe<br><strong>Location:</strong> Party, outside Parker Commons<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ryder, Liam, open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Explaining and having fun<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRGnwcVG2owxAL2dCqHCKCY8Gd317LQ44lWex3w3Avgw2FxvKhUCu7jGq8R<br><hr><br>Liz winced a bit at the look on her twin's face and it was like she could see what Ryder was thinking. "I'm not running out on you, I promise, had these plans for bout a week or so. I can't cancel." <em>Plus, it'll be enough to pay this month's rent and maybe more. Depends on what he wants me to do.</em><br><br>"Hm, well I don't really have many friends 'round here so far, only been here about a month. I know Liam but we've never really hung out. We should probably change that. Feel free to use my bed, won't need it tonight. You're right, let's go." She grabbed her glass and stood up, leading her sister over to where Liam was.<br><br>"Hey there. I almost forgot your name earlier...I apologize for that. Haven't lived here that long. Where did you get your costume? I adore it. How rude of me. Liam, this is my sister, Ryder." She smiled brightly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AzaraelLawless</strong> on <strong>22-01-2015, 08:36:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://p.gr-assets.com/540x540/fit/hostedimages/1382315793/5812677.jpg)</div><strong>Name:Matthew McCormick</strong> <br><strong>Location: back at the party </strong> <br><strong>Tagging: Rian, open</strong> <br><strong>Content: flirty but saying goodbye </strong><br><strong>Wearing:Jeans, snow jacket and white Nikes</strong> <br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Allowing his eyes to slowly and cautiously take in her every detail, she was beautiful without a doubt, almost perfect. From her eyes, to the way she spoke, all of it nearlt screamed beauty.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Well, i would hate to keep you in the cold, i would love to spend some time with you" finishing with a calm, happy smile.&nbsp; Raising his glass, "to friendship and learning of one another", in his best imitation of an old english accent. <em>good job Sir Lay-it-on-thick.</em>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>As she was saying her goodbyes, he turned to watch her leave, perhaps tomorrow he would drop by and perhaps be a little less akward. He wished heavily that the drink was not inhibiting his thoughts, for a moment, he couldve sworn she had examined.him thoroughly, but he wouldn't dwell on it, incase he were wrong. <em>okay hot shot, you need sleep.</em> <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; At that thought, he made his way slowly to the apartment in which his friend had given him, maybe after a nights sleep, he would approach the beauty again. Laying his bag carefully against the wall of the apartment, he lay asleep, thoughts of the night, of her, and what it may be.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lux12</strong> on <strong>22-01-2015, 17:52:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/7DlWgbd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Liam Vang<br><strong>Location:</strong> Near the bar and then further in.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Liz, Ryder, Who so ever is present<br><strong>Content:</strong> Dancing, introductions, clothing talk<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Something that evokes the styles of Elvira and Marilyn Manson<br><hr><br>One might have described Liam as being in a trance-like state when he was grooving about. Some might even have wondered if it was within the realm of possibility to draw his attention once he really got going. His every motion seemed to be in sync with the beat in ways few could manage. Dance may not have been his true calling in life, but he always did his best when so ever he felt the moment called or allowed for it. He only slowed down&nbsp; once Liz and Ryder approached him and engaged him conversation.&nbsp; Even then he was still moving much of the time. "Hey hon. It's quite alright, people aren't best friends right from the start after all." The same smile that he seemed to be wearing since his arrival still lingered on his face. While he did indeed have moments where he wasn't grinning from ear to ear, one might very well have assumed that it remained upon his face from sunrise to sunset if they had only seen him on that night alone.<br><br>Liam did eventually stop to properly introduce himself to Ryder. "Hey. As Liz said, the name is Liam. Liam Vang or Liam Discord to people familiar with the local music scene. Good to meet you. Pardon my interruption earlier. The spirit of the holiday kind of takes over me this time of year." Liam said with a bit of a bow and a giggle before turning back to Liz. "Thank you and as for the costume, I threw this little number together from my personal wardrobe and make up collection. Everything from the eye shadow to my thigh highs.&nbsp; The dress is simply the newest addition. There's this great little shop that caters to goths in another part of town I some times frequent when I need something more darkly fabulous and that's where I got it. I dress to thrill. Such is the duty of a performer." he said making another dramatic gesture as if he were proclaiming something to the heavens. "So, how are you two doing this evening? Having fun I hope."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>22-01-2015, 22:56:02</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/c8/88/e5/c888e5269a9fd9ce9dd07279cbb1c294.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ryder Monroe<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> Elsewhere in the party group<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Liz, Liam, open<br><br><strong>Content:</strong> Brutal flirting<br><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> As shown<br><br><hr><br>Ryder sucked down her drink- her fourth, fifth?&nbsp; Who the hell was counting, anyway, this was what parties were for, getting lit and getting laid- her face screwing up more and more as Liam spoke. Finally, after his 'dress to thrill' comment, she snorted. Loudly.<br><br>"Boi, you are a total. Freak. What. The fuck?"&nbsp; Then she grinned. "I love it. You were a chick, I'd have your babies. If I didn't hate kids." Nudging her twin in the ribs, hard, she went on. "Well, I'm having more fun than my bitch, here. I get to mess with people, and she just has to grin and suck it up- it's a sister thing." One arm snaked out and looped over Lizzie's shoulders. "But, since my glass is empty, inquiring minds wanna know-"&nbsp; She quick looked around, to make sure no one was in earshot, then lowered her voice to a dramatic, alto tone. "You holding?&nbsp; I'm tapped, and you look like the sort."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>23-01-2015, 02:24:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images5.fanpop.com/image/photos/26400000/Hilary-Duff-3-hilary-duff-26462538-378-500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Liz Monroe<br><strong>Location:</strong> Party, outside Parker Commons<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ryder, Liam, open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Havng fun and playing wing woman<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRGnwcVG2owxAL2dCqHCKCY8Gd317LQ44lWex3w3Avgw2FxvKhUCu7jGq8R<br><hr><br>She smiled as Liam wasn't bothered by the fact that she amost hadn't remembered his name, most people would have been. "That's true,&nbsp; I do hope we can be friends though. I've been meaning to check out your place, but haven't really had the time. We should hang out some time."<br><br>Liz laughed softly at the look on her twin's face and grinned. She knew what flirting was, even if it wasn't the kind of flirting that she was used to, it was obviously her sister's way of flirting. Everyone had their own style. It didn't clash with her sister's personailty so it worked for her. She wasn't offended when Ryder said she was her bitch, even if she didn't know if she meant it seriously or not. Wasn't the worst thing she'd ever been called. She grimaced when Ryder nudged her in the ribs, but said nothing about it.<br><br>Liz quickly finished her fifth or six drink, but she didn't care. The man she'd be entertaining later liked it when she was a little drunk. She glanced at her twin as the girl's voice dropped to ask Liam if he was holding, she grinned a bit. "Stereotypes..." She giggled a little. "I have some stuff if you can't find anything." Her eyes moved to Liam again and she smiled. "I love Hallowen, too, you need to show me this shop sometime and, ooh, Ryder's extremely new to town. You should show her around or something." She wasn't used to playing wing woman or anything of the sort.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyron</strong> on <strong>23-01-2015, 03:05:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff7/HaruTokushima/Realistic%20Chars/Stephen%20Rains/4bd48e26-2a62-4730-9e06-d4132a33750c_zpsc15ee5ba.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Zach Evans<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside Eden, leaving<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Antonio, closed<br><strong>Content:</strong> Proposing a change of location<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pirate (http://www.halloweencostumes.com/mens-cutthroat-pirate-costume.html)<br><hr><br>Zach definitely felt the jab, but it didn't hurt. Damn good thing Antonio was a pretty easy guy to get along with. He'd hate to end up on the wrong side of his fist. Probably go crashing through a wall. He smirked at the gesture, starting to become a little more expressive, a little more alive, now that he wasn't dead set on scowling the rest of the night away. And when Antonio told him what desire he got stuck fulfilling, he arched his eyebrow in a "what the fuck?" kind of way.<br><br>But Antonio didn't leave much room for a response, like usual, and Zach generally understood the reason why. He didn't care that his friend hustled, just that he was safe about it. Except when he was in a bad mood, he didn't judge someone on anything more than their character, and he had known Antonio long enough to believe he was a pretty good guy--someone he could trust, with only an inkling of doubt, and that was about as far as anyone could get.<br><br>Though he kind of hoped Antonio had gotten to do a little more than that. Maybe turning twenty-one wasn't as big of a deal as some people made it out to be, but still, it only happened once.<br><br><strong>"Yeah. This wall doesn't need me anymore. Let's see what's happening at The Harp. C'mon."</strong> Zach slung his arm around Antonio's shoulders--an armful, really. It almost made him feel small in comparison, even though they were the same height. <strong>"Drinks are on me."</strong> He meant what he had said, about owing him, though this time, he meant the offer to be more out of camaraderie. Without being obsessive about it, Zach kept tabs on that sort of thing. It helped him weed out the people who were only using him, and it kept him from doing the same to others. Something to maintain some kind of honor.<br><br>Zach turned Antonio so they could start down the sidewalk. The Harp was just around the corner and on the other side of the street. He leaned his head in toward his. <strong>"And between you and me,"</strong> he said, keeping his voice low, <strong>"it could've been worse. He could've been Groot."</strong> And that was all he would say about that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lux12</strong> on <strong>23-01-2015, 03:37:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/7DlWgbd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Liam Vang<br><strong>Location:</strong> Near the bar and then further in.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Liz, Ryder, Who so ever is present<br><strong>Content:</strong> Friendly banter<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Something that evokes the styles of Elvira and Marilyn Manson<br><hr><br>"Likewise. Feel free to come by any time whether it's during business hours or not. I live in the rooms above so it's not exactly a long walk from one place to another. Just as a warning, when I'm jamming, it's kind of hard for me to hear the door so if I don't come running first thing, I'm not ignoring you." Liam&nbsp; said making a brief gesture that suggesting one playing an air guitar before turning to Ryder. He couldn't help but snicker a little at her actions, though not in mocking fashion. Despite her crassness, there was something about her that he found rather charming. Of course, he had a fondness for tough women and ladies with attitude. However, he wouldn't be making any plans to try and hook up with her as she made it clear enough she wasn't in to men. "I'm afraid not hon. I'm a live wire as it is. Most people see a crossdresser going wild at a party and they think he's the one with the stuff. Don't worry I'm not gonna rat you out dear. I'm not just not the guy you want to see about that." he said with a cutesy wink.<br><br>Liam was to a point used to questions like those. Some people thought he was hiding all manner of illicit goodies in his panties and every other article of clothing, still others assumed he would sleep with just about anyone who lightly bumped&nbsp; him as they moved through a crowd regardless of who they were.&nbsp; More so at fetish clubs he some times frequented. Stereotypes seemed utterly unavoidable and yet he never let them bring him down.<br><br>"I really should. I'm certain you'd love it. I swear it's one of the better places in town, especially if you're if you're looking for&nbsp; a nice corset. A simply marvelous make up selection too." His voice took on a slight sing song quality as he mused on about one of his favorite places to go shopping. "Also I would love to show Ryder around town. One can never have too many friends after all." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>24-01-2015, 01:10:27</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/c8/88/e5/c888e5269a9fd9ce9dd07279cbb1c294.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ryder Monroe<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> Elsewhere in the party group<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Liz, Liam, open<br><br><strong>Content:</strong> Brutal flirting<br><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> As shown<br><br><br><hr><br>Ryder was bummed that Liam- odd name, but it sorta fit the lipsticked funfreak- didn't have any goodies, but what the hell, couldn't expect just anyone to play candyman, you know? And some loudmouth pushy dyke you've never seen before comes up and asks you something like that, at a party, right in front of her sister who you ALSO don't know? Well, duh, you're gonna wave off. She was peering around at the bar again, wondering if she should downshift to beer before her mouth got overlubricated and got her in bigger trouble than usual, when the word 'corset' pinged off her brain.<br><br>Looking a wee bit manic, she grinned at Liam. "Whoa, wait up, bitch- you do leather? Shit, am I all over that! This crap I got on is just, like, travelling slouch, you know? For sure I'll hafta hit you up for a showaround." Sidelong, she eyed Liz. "Since I'll be staying in town for a bit. Hey!&nbsp; You know anyone who needs a model? I'm inked all over hell and gone, but some folks dig that, you know?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>24-01-2015, 01:39:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images5.fanpop.com/image/photos/26400000/Hilary-Duff-3-hilary-duff-26462538-378-500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Liz Monroe<br><strong>Location:</strong> Party, outside Parker Commons<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ryder, Liam, open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Havng fun, almost drunk as hell.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRGnwcVG2owxAL2dCqHCKCY8Gd317LQ44lWex3w3Avgw2FxvKhUCu7jGq8R<br><hr><br>"Ooh, I could use some more corsets. We should totally go soon." She grinned. Liz could tell that her sister was bummed that Liam didn't have anything, but sometimes things just didn't happen like you wanted them to. As was life. She watched the other her look around towards the bar, she decided that she wanted another drink as well. "So...I'm gonna go get another drink. Y'all want anything?" She glanced from Ryder to Liam and back. She wasn't really surprised that Ryder had more tattoos than she could currently see. Liz just had the one but it was kinda huge for a tattoo. She wondered if her sister would be surprised by it or not, didn't really matter though.<br><br>She glanced at her phone and saw what time it was, she had to go get ready soon. Liz groaned slightly but smiled. "Okay, you better let me know if ya want anything from the bar 'cause I have to go soon. Hate to just rush off after just starting to talk to you, but a girl's gotta have some extracurriculur activities." She grinned.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>24-01-2015, 01:45:34</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/c8/88/e5/c888e5269a9fd9ce9dd07279cbb1c294.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ryder Monroe<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> Elsewhere in the party group<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Liz, Liam, open<br><br><strong>Content:</strong> Brutal flirting<br><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> As shown<br><br><br><hr><br>"Grab me a beer, babe?" Ryder put on big puppydog eyes, which really looked ridiculous on her. She must have known it, because she dropped the farce a second later. "And your keys. Unless you want to have to come bail my skinny ass out, after I get arrested for sleepin' on&nbsp; park bench."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lux12</strong> on <strong>24-01-2015, 02:25:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/7DlWgbd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Liam Vang<br><strong>Location:</strong> Near the bar and then further in.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Liz, Ryder, Who so ever is present<br><strong>Content:</strong> Friendly banter, brief melancholy<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Something that evokes the styles of Elvira and Marilyn Manson<br><hr><br>"Marvelous, trust me you will feel as if you walked in wonderland." the crossdresser said to Liz as he laid on the praise for one of his favorite businesses. Liam couldn't help but chuckle a little at Ryders quick deduction. "Guilty as charged. I have a deep love for the rough stuff. Though I don't get to indulge that side as often as I would like." he said with a slight sigh as he finished that last sentence. "It's funny how many rumors there are about me in the scene considering how many people&nbsp; claim they aren't into girly boys." There was a slight hint of melancholy in his voice at that point. Granted he was far from breaking down into tears at that point, but it bothered him how hard could it be to find a date even among kinksters. His existence wasn't totally devoid of erotic tales, but an ideal future where he finally found a Mistress to settle down with wasn't much closer to being a reality. However, he always made a point of showing up to a first date in all his frilly finery. Liam longed for love, but he needed someone who could love all of him. <br><br>His thoughts soon came back to the present. He had his moments of sadness, it would be a cold day in hell before he let his worries ruin Halloween for him. Besides, the night was a wonderful one thus far and he looked glamorous. "Well if anyone's serving cocktails around here, see if you can get me a Mai-Tai." After wine, rum was Liam's poison of choice when it came to booze and mixed drinks with rum had a special place in his heart. "I hope the rest of your night goes well hon. It's been good talking to you." he said to Liz with a cutesy wave since she would he would be heading off soon.<br><br>Liam turned back to Ryder briefly to address her question as to whether anyone was looking for a model. "Well, not too many I can say I know personally. It kind of depends on what kind of modeling you're talking about. There's one person that comes to mind but I'm not super familiar with her and I don't know if she looks for models."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>24-01-2015, 02:44:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images5.fanpop.com/image/photos/26400000/Hilary-Duff-3-hilary-duff-26462538-378-500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Liz Monroe<br><strong>Location:</strong> Party, outside Parker Commons<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ryder, Liam, open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Havng fun, almost drunk as hell.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRGnwcVG2owxAL2dCqHCKCY8Gd317LQ44lWex3w3Avgw2FxvKhUCu7jGq8R<br><hr><br>Liz nodded at both of their requests and headed off to the bar, she got Ryder a beer, Liam a mai tai and herself a doubleshot of whiskey. She'd had to wait a littlle bit because there were more people than just her at the bar. As she waited, she heard the familiar ping of a text message. It was her 'date' telling her which hotel and which room he was in, she told him that she'd see him in a bit and went back to Liam and her sister.<br><br>She handed Liam his mai tai, Ryder got her beer, and Liz tossed back her shot. She fished in the bag she had on her and grabbed an extra set of keys to her place before handing them to her sister. "Food's in the pantry and fridge, if you want more alcohol....beer's in the fridge, hard stuff's in the freezer." She leaned in a littl to whisper. "Other stuff is in a little black box on the top shelf in my closet, here's the key." She handed Ryder a smaller key. <br><br>Liz gazed over at Liam. "Maybe I'll stop by your shop tomorrow after I get off work, see you soon." She smiled brightly. "You, I will see in the morning." She glanced at her sister and smiled softly. She still wasn't sure how this arrangment would work out, but she was hopeful. Liz headed back to her apartment to get ready for the long night. She'd have one hell of a hangover, or something of the sort, in the morning.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>24-01-2015, 05:20:18</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/c8/88/e5/c888e5269a9fd9ce9dd07279cbb1c294.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ryder Monroe<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> Elsewhere in the party group<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Liz, Liam, open<br><br><strong>Content:</strong> Trolling for dollars<br><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> As shown<br><br><br><br><hr><br>The sight of one blonde girl swatting the other on the ass was hardly unusual in the neighborhood, but it was a bit odd when they both looked...well...so similar, stylistic differences aside. Ryder gave Liz a resounding swat as she turned to go. "Send her home walking funny, sis!&nbsp; See ya!"<br><br>Turning back to Liam, she wrapped her lips around the neck of her beer bottle suggestively, tipped it up, and chugged about half the contents. "Well, like, leather gear, Lez suggestica, tat or fetish photos, anything," she said, back on topic, if a tad bleary at this point. "I've gotten naked for stupider reasons. Not really a whips and chains gal, but if someone wants me to pay me dress the part so somebody else somewhere can wank over a picture book,&nbsp; I'm down." She hadn't told her sister yet that she was, basically, tapped- the plane flight and cab ride had used up all but twenty or thirty bucks of her entire cash value. Plenty of time to get into that later, but since she couldn't expect her fucking <em>twin</em> to keep her the way she'd been kept by this momma or that&nbsp; for the last few years, well- time to look for something to keep her in party supplies.<br><br>Draining the last of her beer, she shrugged. "Or, like, if somebody needs a stock girl who knows how to do up a harness, or whatever. Could really use the work." Nudging Liam a lot more gently than she had Liz, she confided, "Especially if they're hot and lonely. And lax with their paperwork, know what I mean?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyron</strong> on <strong>24-01-2015, 17:58:49</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">Time Skip</span><br><br>Saturday, Nov. 1, morning<br><br>Partly cloudy, 39°F (3.8°C)</div><br><span class="bbc_u">Grand opening of Ricci's Little Sicily - 11am</span><br>Hey, have you heard about that Italian place? It's opening today. Grab a friend and go check it out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>24-01-2015, 18:32:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www1.pictures.zimbio.com/gi/Kirsten+Vangsness+9th+Annual+GLSEN+Respect+qMvnCXXAfDOl.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Maggie Holloway<br><strong>Location:</strong> Her&nbsp; bedroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Hitomi<br><strong>Content:</strong> That Peaceful Easy Feeling<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Nothing<br><br><hr><br>Maggie woke slowly. She was aware of the fact that her bed was a lot more rumpled than usual, and that everything smelled of lady-cum. Not the most pleasant of odours to wake up to, but certainly better than a lot of others. She was very quickly aware of pain. Her backside, her boobs, her nipples, and most especially her clit, all felt tender, as if they had been bruised recently.<br><br>It was a wonderful feeling. She stretched and yawned and rolled over onto her back, becoming immediately aware of another presence in her bed. She glanced to that side and smiled at the tangled dark hair on the other pillow. <em>Hitomi</em>, she thought to her self. <em>Hit On Me!</em> In more ways than one. <br><br>Maggie rolled over and snuggled her soft bulk against the slender Japanese girl's back, then carefully slipped a hand down between the other woman's legs. Gently, so as not to wake her lover too soon, Maggie began caressing Hitomi's clit. She had been woken up this way herself in the past and knew it was a great way to great the new day.<br><br>She continued the soft gentle caress as her lover woke, deliberately bringing her to a climax before releasing her and rolling over again.<br><br>Maggie sat up and stretched. "That was really good, babe. What do you want for breakfast?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Letrixia</strong> on <strong>24-01-2015, 18:56:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/d4/3e/16/d43e16b2241d1a7db792fcee22cd2e7c.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Hitomi Hiruma<br><strong>Location:</strong> Maggie's Bed<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Maggie<br><strong>Content:</strong> Perfect waking up<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Birthday suit<br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br>Hitomi had a peaceful nights sleep, it has been quite a long time since she had such a good night and could sleep through the entire night without waking up. The night before has been very rough for the both of them, each of them had orgasm more than once and they both finished exhausted and just fell into a deep sleep. They had more sex than what she ever had in one night and needless to say both of them finished exhausted. Not really realizing but the both of them fell asleep almost instantly after the last session.<br><br>Morning arrived and Hitomi was woken up suddenly by a nice feeling between her legs. Without even realizing what she was doing Hitomi spread her legs to the other woman as she slowly caressed her clitoris bringing Hitomi closer and closer to an orgasm. Opening her eyes just as she hit her orgasm Hitomi moaned out loud as she felt her body shiver in pure delight and lust. Her legs became mush as the powerful orgasm took her over making even worst the soreness of her pussy but it was a soreness that she welcomed.<br><br>"M...Morning babe..." she shook her head and yawned, "You don't have to Maggie, but I will take whatever you have if you allow me to help you clean around. The party was quite lively last night and I bet they left a lot of stuff lying around... just give me a few to collect myself". Being woken up with an orgasm and a rubbing was perfect but it left her truly tired and her feet were still recovering, "It has been awhile since I gone all night long like last night, I mean I never gone all night...".
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>24-01-2015, 23:32:01</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/c8/88/e5/c888e5269a9fd9ce9dd07279cbb1c294.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ryder Monroe<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> Liz's flat, then the hall outside<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Open<br><br><strong>Content:</strong> Waking up confuzzled, then heading out for air.<br><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> As shown, minus dorag, shoes, and pants. And one sock ;D <br><br><br><hr><br>Hmmmph.&nbsp; No jeans, good start. Shirt, panties, and one sock still on, though, that was weird. Head full of party cotton, bed full of...just her.<br><br>Where the hell <em>was</em> she?<br><br>Groaning, Ryder rolled over, shielding her eyes against the intolerable glare of number on the alarm clock face.&nbsp; Strange bed, check. Partly naked, check. Not fucked...oh. OH! That was it, she'd been partying with Lizzie and some of her neighbors, including a fun bitchboi named...named...Liam.&nbsp; That was it. She was in Liz's crib.<br><br>That wasn't the slightest bit weird. Not at all. Staying with her twin. Again. Like things were all normal.<br><br>Not bothering with her jeans, she got up, padded unsteadily into the kitchen. One ice cube came out of the freezer, was passed along the sides of her neck, her temples, over her eyelids, then popped in her mouth. Half a can of beer went past the cube and down her throat, then she went looking for aspirin and citrus. What she<em> really</em> needed was a snort, but first she needed money. Or a sharing friend...<br><br>The fact that she'd woken up solo meant either she'd pissed someone off and crashed and burned epically, or she'd been a good girl, and had toddled home without making a play. While pissing people off (and then getting them off) was kinda her scene, she hoped, for Liz's sake, that it was option B. She didn't want to get sis in bad with any of the folks she lived with, especially not for a one-nighter.&nbsp; Suddenly startled, she realized she wasn't mad at Liz any more. For right then, at least.<br><br>God dammit, she'd missed her other half. The bitch.<br><br>She had clean clothes- some- in her duffel, which she noticed she (or someone) had managed to retrieve and get up the stairs and into the foyer with her. Had she done someone in the hall and forgotten about it? Nah, the only person she remembered really interacting with much was Liam, and they weren't each others' types, she figured, except for hanging out and making fun of all the 'normal' people. She bet the fast-talking clothes horse had a tongue as vicious as hers, if you got him going...<br><br>Anyway. Clothes?<br><br>Bah, why? According to Lizzy, the complex was some kinda queer commune, or something. Might even be against the lease to put pants on in the halls.&nbsp; So she didn't, unlocking the door and taking a few steps to lean against the wall in the hallway while a surge of dizziness passed. How much had she drunk? Not a clue. Enough, clearly. Maybe she'd just hold the wall up for a bit. Maybe someone'd come by she could bum a cig off. She hated the shit, but it was great for a headache.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ForestMagi</strong> on <strong>24-01-2015, 23:58:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://blog.chosenmodels.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/01/DSC00812.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Damon Millican<br><strong>Location:</strong> Parker Commons 104<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Explaining his absence, planning the day<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pale blue bathrobe, black underwear<br><br><hr><br>Damon woke with a start, jerking his head off the table he'd fallen asleep at and nearly falling out of his chair. A few puzzle pieces fell from his face, having stuck to his skin during the night, and they clattered quietly across the floor. He rubbed his eyes and blinked a few times, adjusting to the morning light coming in through the kitchen window, and grimaced. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself, and started gathering the fallen pieces while running over last night in his head. '<em>Okay... It was the costume party, so I avoided that like the plague, and started the new Impuzzleble I got last week...</em>' he thought, sliding under the table, '<em>And I was listening to Richard III, and I had a timer set to check on Tanner... Wasn't I supposed to meet someone? Hmm...</em>' His face screwed up in thought, and he paused for a moment while he tried to force something to click in his brain.<br><br>It nagged at him as he picked up the last few pieces and scrambled out from under the table. It wasn't until he checked his phone that he noticed the alert: <strong>Drinks at Eden, 10 PM</strong>. His heart sank a bit. '<em>... Shit.</em>' He even remembered why he was in his bathrobe, now: after his shower, he'd sat down in his robe to puzzle while he waited for 9:30 to tick by, and zoned out into the play he was listening to; he'd probably fallen asleep near the end of the play, since he couldn't for the life of him remember the last half of he last scene. He looked down at the puzzle; it was supposed to be a collection of marbles, but he'd apparently been highly inattentive to what he was doing, because about half the puzzle looked like he'd just smashed the pieces into place without looking at them. That... Would have to be fixed later.<br><br>Damon shoved the puzzle pieces out of the way and dragged his daily planner and phone to the table. Out came the pencil and calendar, and so began the day planning.<br><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u">Check on Jordan, 10. Lunch at Little Sicily, 11:30 (Meet owner?). Swimming, 2-4. Dinner at home, 7. Bedtime, 12:30.</span></div>That was his schedule. It didn't look nearly as neat as he would have liked, but his planner was already ripping in places from all his changes, and he had to make due. He'd also normally have names written with his plans, but he had either neglected to write himself a note as to who he was supposed to be meeting, or had lost said note in the jumble of his messenger bag between then and now. Well... At least he knew the day was already planned, he just had to show up at those places at those times, and all would be well.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lux12</strong> on <strong>25-01-2015, 00:51:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/7DlWgbd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Liam Vang<br><strong>Location:</strong> Immortal Instruments upstairs and then down<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Who so ever is present<br><strong>Content:</strong> Waking up, opening up, and other preparations <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Something like this <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/fc/bc/a6/fcbca603ff1f66a02e15242217a6a5b8.jpg</div></div> and a longer version of&nbsp; this <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">http://misona.info/images/punk_skirt.jpg</div></div><hr><br>Waking up for Liam was one part breakfast, one part make over. It would perhaps be more fitting to say Liam "transformed" before heading downstairs to run his business. It was no longer Halloween, but he was still in something of a mood for darker colors. So he stripped away his nightie and dawned a black shirt with frilled cuffs that would be wonderful for business and a night a Goth club. Liam was not a Goth per se, but the imagery was something he adored. Soon after pondering whether he was in the mood for a skirt or pants he promptly decided on lovely little red and black skirt. Then there came the process of putting on his "face". He refused to emerge until his make up was just right. Today, he was feeling like a "cats eye" pattern for his eye shadow and some red lipstick. His face as normal was meticulously powdered and given a touch of rouge. After that, he applied his nail polish. Liam tied his long raven hair back in a bun with a length of it coming down from said bun.<br><br>He poured himself some coffee with a heavy dose of sugar, made some breakfast, and said his morning prayers before heading down stairs to open up. He already had come up with his morning selection of songs, starting with Kickstart My Heart by Motley Crue to make sure any employees would feel a little pumped up. So as he sashayed down the stairs, flipped the closed sign, unlocked the door, and threw it wide open.&nbsp; Yesterday had been lovely and it seemed he was still a bit revved up from it all despite having woken up just a few hours before. His body moved about to the fast paced anthem the entire time. Briefly he looked around and caught a glimpse of the sign signalling the grand opening. He thought that perhaps once lunch rolled around he might give it a try.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>25-01-2015, 04:10:20</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/88/2b/7a/882b7a8e5773e2ce3bc7f8b7dcefca89.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Eiryn Grim<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> At her flat<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Isis<br><br><strong>Content:</strong> Waking up<br><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Goth/Punk jeans (http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/68/1c/08/681c0858094d0c087edb1e73e512e52f.jpg); black crop tank top (https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/shopping?q=tbn:ANd9GcSYaiGZqJSYILXmjjQg1Fy7hDCWs-dYSa8nWGbOHpa_LxjwWixt&amp;usqp=CAE);asymmetric jacket (http://s001.osstatic.net/s/jctr/store/productimages/details/1275_pitch_black_l_z.jpg).<br><br><hr><br>The realization that she was still fully dressed was quickly overwhelmed, even in her morning-muzzy mind, by the realization that her hand was cupping something warm and soft.<br><br>A breast.<br>Not her own.<br><br>Freezing, not daring to breathe Eiryn very, very slowly drew her hand back, listening for any movement from Isis. She seriously hoped her pal hadn't noticed she was being groped in her sleep- that was like, <strong>so</strong> tacky.<br><br>On the other hand...the artist had slept very, very well.&nbsp; Oh, she wasn't gonna chalk it up to some 'soul mate at last' bullshit, but for sure spending time with the gorgeous (and troubled) baker had calmed her down quite a bit- and of course cuddling up against somebody never hurt.&nbsp; If she hadn't just wrecked everything with her wandering hands, this could be a real good morning.<br><br>Brushing her lips lightly over her buddy's cheek, she glanced at the clock- 6 AM. Good. Isis (Aria? she wasn't sure which name she liked better) probably needed to get to work. Shit, did she have <em>anything</em> in the place for breakfast?&nbsp; Well, there was coffee, and she knew a good diner. Slowly, she uncurled and headed for the kitchen to start water boiling.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>25-01-2015, 05:57:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images5.fanpop.com/image/photos/26400000/Hilary-Duff-3-hilary-duff-26462538-378-500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Liz Monroe<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hallway outside her apartment<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ryder, open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Getting home, hungover and a bit disheveled <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> http://www.polyvore.com/lynn_vbd/set?id=126440413<br><hr><br>Liz had winced at the slight sunlight peeking through the clouds when she'd left the hotel, she was more than a little stiff and sore...that tended to happen when you've been tied up half the night. She'd given herself a long hard look in the mirror, no bruises...no hickies....faint rope burn on her wrists but wasn't too noticeable. Those would be the only visible marks left on her body unless she was naked or only partially clothed. Her head hurt and she was kind of nauseous. Liz lit up a cigarette and smoked it before hailing a cab back to her apartment complex.<br><br>She did her best to make sure her hair and make-up didn't look so bad, zipping the corset up the rest of the way up. "Keep your eyes on the road, man." That was all she said to the cabbie as she noticed him glancing at her more than a few times in the rearview mirror. She handed him some cash before getting out when he stopped the car. She leaned up against the wall of the building for a few moments before heading inside, she was really tired but she panicked slightly as she checked the time. She had to be at the bakery in a couple of hours, Liz had had maybe 30 minutes of sleep.<br><br>No matter what she did, her hair wouldn't stay how she wanted it to so it was messy and her make-up was all kinds of smudged but she somehow still looked pretty damn good. She groaned slightly as she saw Ryder leaning back against a wall and giggled slightly. Ow, that made her head hurt. "Do you feel as bad as I do right now?" She asked softly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>25-01-2015, 06:25:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/cc/b8/8f/ccb88fa477ea0ab73d1caa294c312a7f.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Isis Hastings<br><strong>Location:</strong> Eiryn's apartment<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Eiryn<br><strong>Content:</strong> Waking up<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Jeans and a sweater<br><hr><br>Isis hadn't even noticed that her breast was being held until the touch left her, she hadn't wanted it to but it had. She felt the lips brush over her cheek and felt the bed shift before she opened her eyes slowly. Where was she? She glanced around a bit...why was she wearing clothes? She usually slept naked...oh, duh. She wasn't in her own bed or even her own apartment, she'd slept over at Eiryn's. Isis groaned, loudly. "What time is it?" She instinctively grabbed her phone to see what time it was. "Shit, my phone's dead."<br><br>She made an effort to sit up and luckily, she didn't completely embarrass herself. She was usually all groggy upon waking, especially after a night of drinking, but she didn't feel so out of it right now. Just sleepy still. She'd slept very well, it'd been a while since she'd shared a bed with someone...especially with there being no sex involved.<br><br>Isis heard sounds coming from another room and followed said sounds, smiling as she saw Eiryn in the kitchen. "Morning." She said softly and made her way over. "How'd you sleep?" She smelled coffee and the smile grew brighter. "Coffee, you're my hero." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angel Fire</strong> on <strong>25-01-2015, 06:47:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/34cd639b3a7de787ebd6d943c1ef64d5/tumblr_mimirgpQXH1s436oeo2_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Martina Ricci<br><strong>Location:</strong> On the street outside Parker Commons<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Spreading the word about her new restaurant, maybe meeting someone along the way<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=147289070<br><hr><br>It didn't help Martina that this was the biggest day of her life.&nbsp; Her lifelong dream of opening a restaurant was finally coming true.&nbsp; All of the hard work, construction and playing with her own finances were starting to become a reality.&nbsp; She hoped that this grand opening would be the start for her living a somewhat normal life again.&nbsp; Ever since she arrived in Chicago from the San Francisco Bay Area about 4 years ago, she was always bouncing from hotel to hotel to make ends meet while going to culinary school to learn her craft.&nbsp; She was glad that she received help along the way from one of the instructors at the academy... who gave her a generous amount of money to start up her dream.&nbsp; if it was not for that instructor, she would not be where she was today... the day of the Grand Opening of her new restaurant... Ricci's little Sicily.<br><br>Taking a bit of time to shower and get dressed, she shivered at the thought of going out into the cold morning but what was good for business had to be done.&nbsp; She knew that her friends Daphne and Elena would be able to put the finishing touches on things at the restaurant.&nbsp; Daphne was her normal Front End manager and Elena was her Sous Chef.&nbsp; All three of them were in the business together but it was Martina that usually had the final say about the decor and the menu... but for now, she let her friends finish up as she decided to do one last go around of the city to spread the word about the restaurant.<br><br>Heading out of her hotel that was located in between the restaurant and Parker Commons, she decided to pass out flyers to spread the word and give the people out there something to look forward to for their lunch time... and possibly dinner as well.&nbsp; Reading the flyer one more time, she was very satisfied at what it said.&nbsp; Below, it read,<br><br>"Come to the newest sensation in all of Chicagoland.&nbsp; The talk of the town is Ricci's Little Sicily.&nbsp; Come one and come all for the Grand Opening on Saturday November 1st.&nbsp; We also feature a bar in the back that will surely be the new place to be for all of your festive parties.<br><br>The Restaurant opens at 11 AM sharp while the Bar opens at 5 PM sharp.<br><br>Be sure to bring your tastebuds and your friend's tastebuds too!<br><br>Spread the word to your friends and your loved ones.&nbsp; We aim to please everyone with fine Italian cuisine that will make your mouth water and come back wanting more.&nbsp; This is a promise from me, the Owner and Executive Chef."<br><br>Each flyer was hand signed by herself as she hoped that this was a day to remember.&nbsp; While walking out of her hotel, she slowly stopped a few people here and there, giving out the news and even stapling a few flyers on some telephone poles.&nbsp; As she was spreading the word, who knows who might come along but for her, she was on a natural high of anticipation as she hummed to herself, only stopping to greet potential new customers along the way.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>25-01-2015, 10:38:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www1.pictures.zimbio.com/gi/Kirsten+Vangsness+9th+Annual+GLSEN+Respect+qMvnCXXAfDOl.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Maggie Holloway<br><strong>Location:</strong> Her&nbsp; bedroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Hitomi<br><strong>Content:</strong> Pancakes, bacon, butter and that sweet sticky stuff from up North just across the border<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Nothing at first, then Red silk kimono (http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/73/fb/dd/73fbdd6ffe9c0715870d8c75110aee0a.jpg) and slippers (http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/31w7YW9wsrL.jpg)<br><br><hr><br>Maggie stood and stretched, turning sideways to present her profile to the young woman in her bed. Her fuller figure was not the most alluring in the world, but this morning Maggie felt sexy and more attractive than she had in ages. <em>Maybe I still got it after all!</em> She told herself as she ran her hands down over her <em>voluptuous</em> curves. That was a great word; Voluptuous. <br><br>Maggie giggled and grinned, adopting a more usual stance"Sweetie, it has been such a long time since I got to cook breakfast for someone else! Please, stay for breakfast? Sure, if you want to help clean up. Indigo Way Authority will be sending a crew around later today to do the real clean up, but a little help getting things in order for them and making sure they don't run off with anything they shouldn't would be greatly appreciated"<br><br>The building manager opened her closet and pulled out a red silk robe that she usually saved for special occasions, like this one. Her slippers were the same colour, quite randomly. There was another robe there, made of white terry towelling. "You can put this on if you want?" she offered, her tone of voice clearly implying she would rather Hitomi stay naked right now. Maggie made her way to the bathroom, took care of a few essential needs and then headed for the kitchen.<br><br>Soon enough the apartment was filled with the irresistible odour of frying bacon, Maggie was humming a cheerful little tune she'd heard on the radio the other day, as she beat milk flour and eggs together to make batter - she despised pancake mix - while the coffee machine chuckled away to itself. The maple Syrup was still in date, by a few months, which was a relief, and she had plenty of butter. She pulled a couple of clean plates and forks from the cupboard and set them on the table, and began spooning the batter onto the griddle. <br><br>"Come get it, girl", she called out as she plated up the food.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>25-01-2015, 14:53:31</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/88/2b/7a/882b7a8e5773e2ce3bc7f8b7dcefca89.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Eiryn Grim<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> At her flat<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Isis<br><br><strong>Content:</strong> Morning domesticity<br><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Goth/Punk jeans (http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/68/1c/08/681c0858094d0c087edb1e73e512e52f.jpg); black crop tank top (https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/shopping?q=tbn:ANd9GcSYaiGZqJSYILXmjjQg1Fy7hDCWs-dYSa8nWGbOHpa_LxjwWixt&amp;usqp=CAE);asymmetric jacket (http://s001.osstatic.net/s/jctr/store/productimages/details/1275_pitch_black_l_z.jpg).<br><br><hr><br>"I'da brought it to you," Eiryn said softly.&nbsp; Instead, she handed the rumpled, grumpy-looking girl a steaming mug. "French press. My steamer's at the loft, with a hot plate. Not as good, but it doesn't suck." She sipped her own, murring quietly. "It's early. Bit after six.&nbsp; Which, for me, is like midnight. Figured you might need to get into work. You want to shower quick, I can plug your phone..." She stopped, shook her head."Sorry. Still thinking we're at the damn loft. Not used to uh...hanging out with neighbors. Like, neighbors who actually live next door, you know?" 'Dating' had been the word she'd almost used instead of 'hanging out'- but it was still mega early for that.<br><br>"Uh...I got like one Pop Tart,&nbsp; about two glass' worth of orange juice, and fuckall else. But there's a diner between here an' Eden, I eat there a lot. They do decent huevos rancheros." Waking up and becoming herself, she snorted derisively. "Allowin' for the fact that we're, you know, like a thousand miles from Mexico."<br><br>Another sip and she answered. "I...slept. Really slept." A quiet laugh leaked around the rim of her mug. "If I didn't wake you up with my thrashin' and screaming, musta been a pretty good night. You?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyron</strong> on <strong>25-01-2015, 18:49:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff7/HaruTokushima/Realistic%20Chars/Jason/ac54c91f-2261-47c2-8595-212b1550f897_zps5811df8b.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jason Garder<br><strong>Location:</strong> Street outside Parker Commons<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Martina, open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Curious about what the flyers are for<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Running shorts, light jacket<br><hr><br>His feet propelled him forward along the sidewalk and past the passersby. His ears drowned out everything around him. He didn't need music; his breathing created the rhythm, and the endorphins provided the motivation, but Jason didn't quite reach that high this morning. Duty awaited him later this afternoon, so he had to take it easy--a challenge sometimes. He craved the feeling of his legs turning to jello, of the physical exhaustion, something to tell him that he pushed his limits, that he was improving. Maybe it would come tomorrow, when he had a day of "rest." Until then, the few miles he jogged satisfied him enough.<br><br>Jason was on his apartment's block now, but he planned to keep going until he reached the building's doors, with "planned" being the keyword. Several yards down the sidewalk, he spotted a woman handing out flyers, something with lines of text, and he thought he might have seen a little color. Briefly, he examined the woman next. The flyers couldn't have been about a lost pet; the smile said otherwise, and the way she held herself might suggest confidence. She was promoting something.<br><br>He slowed to a stop, still a distance away, and wiped at his brow where sweat had beaded. Maybe it wasn't anything worthwhile. He could continue past her and on his way. On the other hand, he did want to involve himself in the community more, try to do something purely for fun or for the social aspect. Ever since his senior year of high school, he hadn't had a whole lot of that. Most of his fun held an extra benefit, something to keep him active or improve necessary skills. Going to the occasional sports game had been, just about, the only exception. Since he moved into Parker Commons about a month ago, he intended to change that, with only a little success so far, usually becoming bored of something within a few minutes because it wasn't productive.<br><br>Ultimately, none of this excused passing up a potential opportunity for something different. Jason walked toward her. <strong>"Excuse me."</strong> His voice possessed a natural strength, a baritone that slipped smoothly between his lips without being too loud or too soft. When he had her attention, he offered a smile as a way to combat his reserved expressions and continued: <strong>"Hey, can I ask what this is about?"</strong> Although, this was more of a request than a question. As he awaited an answer, his gaze fell from her face and toward the flyers, prepared to accept or deny one, depending on what it was.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>25-01-2015, 20:02:48</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/c8/88/e5/c888e5269a9fd9ce9dd07279cbb1c294.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ryder Monroe<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> Liz's flat, then the hall outside<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Open<br><br><strong>Content:</strong> Crawling towards daylight<br><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> As shown, minus dorag, shoes, and pants. And one sock ;D <br><br><br><hr><br><br>Ryder lifted a bleary face and bloodshot eyes to her twin. "Depends. How bad was I last night?" She actually sounded a little contrite, which she was- sorta. "LOVE the corset. Tell me all about your date- and I mean ALL about it, like, how many fingers, and did she take her rings off first- while we look for some food?" Glancing down, she giggled as well- and winced. "Oh. Ow. Guess I should put some clothes on, huh, if we're goin' anywhere."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angel Fire</strong> on <strong>25-01-2015, 21:09:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/34cd639b3a7de787ebd6d943c1ef64d5/tumblr_mimirgpQXH1s436oeo2_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Martina Ricci<br><strong>Location:</strong> On the street outside Parker Commons<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jason, Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Spreading the word about her new restaurant, Meeting Jason and maybe more people along the way<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=147289070<br><hr><br>The stroll down Indigo Way had Martina meet some very colorful and normal people along the way.&nbsp; Passing out flyers to everyone that she could find, she was met with both smiles and smirks.&nbsp; Some were good but others were not so good.&nbsp; There were even a couple of vegetarians along the way so she had to do a little more of a sales pitch for them.&nbsp; At least she was glad that there was a vegetarian portion in her menu as she kept walking down the streets.<br><br>One more colorful person seemed to be approaching her during a morning run.&nbsp; Who in their right mind would be running in such cold weather? <em>He's going to freeze to death if he keeps this going</em>&nbsp; She thought to herself as she walked along still handing out flyers.&nbsp; As the running man started to get closer to her, she let out a small smile seeing that he seemed to be curious about what she was doing.&nbsp; He seemed to stop a little far away but then eventually ended up walking towards her.&nbsp; Another potential customer?&nbsp; it could be possible as he slowly approached her asking the very important question.<br><br><strong>"Excuse me."</strong>&nbsp; He asked in a pause of strength.<br><br>Martina let out a wide smile as she asked her own question.&nbsp; <strong>"Yes, may I help you?"</strong>&nbsp; Her voice streamed of confidence that helped her when she was in her 'work' mode as she waited for him to continue.<br><br><strong>"Hey, can I ask what this is about?"</strong>&nbsp; She saw him looking towards the flyers that held in her hand as she gracefully answered his question.<br><br><strong>"Sure!&nbsp; I am promoting the grand opening of my new restaurant this morning, Ricci's Little Sicily."</strong>&nbsp; She responded as she handed him one of the flyers with grace as she introduced herself.&nbsp; <strong>"I am Martina Ricci, Owner and Executive Chef of Ricci's Little Sicily and I cordially invite you to come in this morning and have a bite of wonderful Italian cuisine.&nbsp; I have not mentioned this to anyone yet... but for the first 50 customers 21 and older, I will provide a complimentary glass of wine of your choice.&nbsp; I really hope that you can come... and bring your friends if you like."</strong>&nbsp; She explained with confidence and grace as she looked him over and smiled.&nbsp; <strong>"I am sorry but I.. didn't catch your name?"</strong> She asked hoping that at least, she can get a good friend in the future.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>la dame en noir</strong> on <strong>25-01-2015, 23:04:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc255/Skittle_Kitten_Plur/tumblr_nbpr2ocZzt1sc34w0o1_500-Copy_zps8ee7ef7a.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Olivia Rian Carter<br><strong>Location:</strong> Apartment- later outside of the apartment building<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Martina (passing by later on) <br><strong>Content:</strong> Energized<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Running Outfit (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=147345930)<br><hr><br><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>O</strong></span>livia woke up in a daze; make up smeared on her recently washed white pillow cases and costume still intact. She remembered vaguely that she wanted to lay down for a nap, but fell asleep instead. The dark hued girl brushed her long dreadlocks out of her face before stretching her arms above her head. The sun was just barely penetrating through her blinds, nearly blinding her sight. “Oh Jesus, how long have I been asleep?” the alarm at her side flashed red, reading <em>‘9:45 AM’</em>. She frowned, knowing that she loved to her morning run before the rest of the world woke up. Shrugging gently, she forcibly pushed the covers off her body, moving to sit on the side of the bed. A heavy sigh escaped her lips, piercing the once calm and quiet room. Using her hands, she pushed herself up on her feet, walking over to her closet.<br><br>Pulling out her workout outfit, she then set on the bed as she began to undress for the shower. It wasn’t like her to fall asleep with a face full of makeup and outwear, but the cold weather and food made her quite drowsy the night before. Olivia smirked slightly thinking of the previous night’s interactions. It made her warm inside having to finally have that human interaction she wanted so badly. The addition of the attractive male, Matthew she remembered, wasn’t too bad either. Once undressed, she headed towards her bathroom, turning on the light and starting the water. Reaching into her bathroom mirror, she pulled out a new razor, shaving gel, and face wash. With the items in her hand, she stepped gently into the bathtub, turning on the shower head and started to wash and shave her body.<br><br>Fifteen minutes later, Olivia was standing outside of her bathroom door drying off her wet flesh. The shower felt wonderful and woke her up quite a bit. She used her towel to wrap her hair before leaning over the sink to brush her teeth and freshen up. Olivia looked up into the mirror, examining her face; she had kept a good job keeping her skin blemish and pimple free and she was hoping sleeping in the costume makeup didn’t destroy her pores. She expressed delight seeing that her face was untouched before taking the towel off of her head and hanging it back up in its proper place. She reached over, grabbing a hair-tie and pulling her long locs above her head tying it into a ponytail. Once she was satisfied she walked back into her room, rather quickly from the cold air touching her still naked body, and quickly got dressed.<br><br>Olivia was happy to see her eggrolls were still perfectly wrapped up when she entered her kitchen looking for something to eat: “A bit too heavy right now.” She spoke to herself before deciding to go with a banana. She grabbed her water bottle from the refrigerator and walked over to her end table next to her door where she grabbed her cellphone and earbuds. She placed the earbuds into her phone and into her ears, turning on her music before clipping it to her side. <br><br><em>I am Martina Ricci, Owner and Executive Chef of Ricci's ….</em><br><br>She could hear a vague conversation happening as she exited the apartment building. Outside a woman was holding flyers for a new restaurant and Olivia happened to love food, especially Italian food. Rian jogged towards the woman and man she was speaking to and smiled to greet her, unsure if she would notice her or not. She quickly, but gently, snagged a flyer for herself looking it over. It wasn’t her norm to be rude, but she wanted to get in a run before the afternoon chimed in. “Oooo, I guess I’ll be by later tonight for some drinks!” she said enthusiastically, but rather loud with her earbuds in. “Thanks!” she waved before running off down the street.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>26-01-2015, 02:19:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images5.fanpop.com/image/photos/26400000/Hilary-Duff-3-hilary-duff-26462538-378-500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Liz Monroe<br><strong>Location:</strong> her apartment then the hall<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ryder, open<br><strong>Content:</strong> <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRGnwcVG2owxAL2dCqHCKCY8Gd317LQ44lWex3w3Avgw2FxvKhUCu7jGq8R then&nbsp; &nbsp;http://www.polyvore.com/bella/set?id=137423456<hr><br>Liz smiled very softly. "You did get pretty drunk, but so did I. My God, let's go inside. I'm freaking cold, oh, and thank you. It was a gift, actually from the person I saw last night. It wasn't a woman though. Oh...I gotta change. Work in like two freaking hours, 30 minutes of sleep. Ooh, I've seen most of your tattoos...wanna see mine? I only have the one, so far." She was so tired that she was a little delirious which caused her to ramble and jump around from topic to topic then back sometimes.<br><br>She stepped into her apartment. "Yeah, you should probably put some clothes on." Liz laughed and then cradled her forehead with one hand. "And sunglasses sound awesome right now." She wasn't modest, like at all, she didn't have time for it considering her other job. She just unzipped the corset and let it fall to the ground, revealing the python tattoo. "You like the tattoo?" She smiled a bit as she walked into her bedroom to find something to wear. As she redressed, she had to go slowly or she'd get nauseated again but Liz was finally dressed again. <br><br>She went into the bathroom and quickly washed her face before putting on just a little make-up. A more natural look than usual, she ran her fngers through her hair....attempting to make herself more presentable for work.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angel Fire</strong> on <strong>26-01-2015, 02:39:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/34cd639b3a7de787ebd6d943c1ef64d5/tumblr_mimirgpQXH1s436oeo2_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Martina Ricci<br><strong>Location:</strong> On the street outside Parker Commons<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jason, Rian (in passing), Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Spreading the word about her new restaurant, Meeting Jason and maybe more people along the way<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=147289070<br><hr><br>While she was waiting for Jason to answer her own question, Martina noticed of the side of her eyes of a dark skinned woman in very bright blue running attire almost streaming by taking a flyer from her own left hand.&nbsp; Looking over at the woman, she let out a small lip lick as she passed on by and shouted out her interest in coming later in the night.&nbsp; To her, the more patrons that come in, the more business and profit she would be making in order to eventually find a small apartment that she could move into.&nbsp; Hearing the shouts, she figured that the woman wouldn't hear her through the earphones but she did respond back.&nbsp; <strong>"You're welcome.&nbsp; Hope to see you tonight!</strong>&nbsp; She shouted as she knew that deep in her mind, she had to refocus on the man in front of her while letting out a small joke.&nbsp; She could feel that he shined out confidence but she decided to play things cool.<br><br><strong>"What's the matter.&nbsp; Ladies got your tongue?"</strong>&nbsp; She asked him with a small giggle, meaning for this to to be a light-hearted question more than anything else.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyron</strong> on <strong>26-01-2015, 04:46:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff7/HaruTokushima/Realistic%20Chars/Jason/ac54c91f-2261-47c2-8595-212b1550f897_zps5811df8b.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jason Garder<br><strong>Location:</strong> Street outside Parker Commons<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Martina, open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Introduction, an offer<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Running shorts, light jacket<br><hr><br>Jason accepted the flyer and glanced over it, but he looked back up just as she introduced herself, his eyebrows rising slightly. Someone with a newborn restaurant. He could respect the ambition she must have. Martina's attempted enticement held no sway over him, but he didn't have to explain that to her. When she asked for his name, his lips parted, just before someone stepped in to take a flyer for themselves. Jason went quiet for that moment, simply observing, catching the subtle lip-lick of the executive chef. In this neighborhood, it was a common sight, but his eyes still contained a glimmer of humor. Maybe he would have to agree on her tastes.<br><br><strong>"What's the matter.&nbsp; Ladies got your tongue?"</strong><br><br>His attention shifted back to Martina. Jason smiled, this one more genuine than the polite one he had offered moments ago. <strong>"Sorry. I'm Jason. It's nice to meet you."</strong> He offered a handshake. <strong>"Your restaurant sounds great. Maybe I will swing by for lunch."</strong> Now that he had stopped jogging, his legs reminded him of the cold air. He needed to get inside, and she didn't need the distraction. Jason glanced toward the building that housed his apartment, about to say his goodbye before he thought of one more thing, something that might help Martina's promotion. <strong>"Hey, there's a notice board in there, and last time I checked, it has room for your flyer. If you don't want to leave your spot out here, I can take one in for you."</strong> He didn't know how many people paid attention to it, but it helped keep him in the know. Surely it caught someone else's eye.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>26-01-2015, 05:24:11</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/c8/88/e5/c888e5269a9fd9ce9dd07279cbb1c294.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ryder Monroe<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> Liz's flat,<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Liz<br><br><strong>Content:</strong> Show and tell<br><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Less and less<br><br><hr><br><br>"Oh, bitch, you ain't seen the half of it." She watched her sister shed and redress. "Yeah. Love the snake. And did you get a boob job?"<br><br>When Liz finished in the bathroom, Ryder was standing in the door of the bedroom, totally bare, back facing the hall. She was posing, arms up and braced against the sides of the doorframe, hip cocked, emphasizing the lines of her small but curvy butt, and the muscles of her back and shoulders. It looked like she'd done it before, showing off- it also was clear she'd lost quite a bit of weight since Liz had seen her last.<br><br>But her ink!&nbsp; Almost her entire back was taken up with a Reaper, hovering over a sleeping maiden, done in fine detail in black and purple. Then she turned around, maintaining the same basic model's pose. "And THIS one hurt like hell," she said, one finger flicking downward&nbsp; at her crotch. Across her shaved mount was written in large black Gothic letters:<strong> ABANDON ALL HOPE</strong>&nbsp; "But it always gets a laugh. Mommadykes just love it." She stayed that way, totally exposed, for a long minute, giving her twin an eyeful, then brought her arms down.<br><br>"Lemme get dressed, and I can go find some food for us while you nap out. If I can borrow twenty bucks. I'm pretty tapped. Gonna go by Liam's place, chat with him some more, see if he knows anyone who'll pay a skinny pitch to take pictures of her in her skin, or something."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AzaraelLawless</strong> on <strong>26-01-2015, 10:27:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://p.gr-assets.com/540x540/fit/hostedimages/1382315793/5812677.jpg)</div><strong>Name:Matthew McCormick</strong> <br><strong>Location: Isis' apartment </strong> <br><strong>Tagging: no one</strong> <br><strong>Content: Waking up, fighting hangover </strong><br><strong>Wearing: Camo pants, sleeveless shirt and Nikes</strong> <br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; God his head was pounding, between the alcohol and his whirlwind encounter with Rian, he was a royal mess. <em>maybe a quick walk around outside will calm my head</em> Standing up and readjusting his belongings to be out of the way as possible. Hate to be rude in someone else's place.&nbsp; Exiting the apartment, Matthew notices a woman handing out flyers, <em>ah, a new restaurant,&nbsp; I am rather hungry</em> and as if on cue, his stomach began to growl.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Approaching the woman slowly, noticing the man talking to her, "pardon my interruption mate, but where i might i find the place?" Looking from her to him, still unsure if he was also with her, or if he was just another patron. "Im new, and making a list of places to visit and good plces to eat" chuckling quietly, <em>anything but those damn rations.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angel Fire</strong> on <strong>26-01-2015, 14:45:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/34cd639b3a7de787ebd6d943c1ef64d5/tumblr_mimirgpQXH1s436oeo2_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Martina Ricci<br><strong>Location:</strong> On the street outside Parker Commons, eventually in the common area<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jason, Matthew, Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Spreading the word about her new restaurant, Meeting Jason and maybe more people along the way<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=147289070<br><hr><br>As Martina shook Jason's hand, she noticed how bitter cold it was now as a cold shiver went all the way down her spine.&nbsp; She looked up at his smile as she let out a small smile of her own.&nbsp; Deep inside of herself, she could see Jason as a good friend but definitely not her type to take out on a date.&nbsp; Seeing him glance towards the building, She heard him make his offer to post one of her flyers inside but she was really starting to feel the cold weather course through her body.&nbsp; She was just about to respond to him when another man approached them looking like he was a little bit lost.<br><br><strong>"pardon my interruption mate, but where i might i find the place?&nbsp; "I'm new, and making a list of places to visit and good places to eat"</strong>&nbsp; She heard the small chuckle as she let out a small smile back, responding in her work mode confident tone of voice.<br><br><strong>"It is just two blocks down the street that way."</strong>&nbsp; She directed to him while pointing her finger out towards the east.&nbsp; <strong>"We won't open for about another hour but I hope to see you then.&nbsp; You may keep the flyer if you like."</strong><br><br>Turning back towards Jason, she wanted to do anything to get out of the cold.&nbsp; Maybe in the meantime, she could check out places to live.&nbsp; This quaint little complex could be a good thing for her in the future.&nbsp; <strong>"Thank you for the offer but I think that I will get inside and put the flyer in myself.&nbsp; It is getting rather chilly out here for my tastes.&nbsp; I hope to see you later on!"</strong>&nbsp; She admitted as she let out a small smile before walking away and into the common area and looking around for a bit.&nbsp; She was very glad to get out of the cold as she looked around the room and let out a sigh of relief.&nbsp; <strong>"Nice place.&nbsp; Maybe this would be good.&nbsp; Warm and comfy, that is for sure."</strong>&nbsp; She admitted to herself while fining the small board and placing a flyer on it.<br><br>Taking a bit to just look around, she wanted to spend as much time as she could to get warm before she would have to head to the restaurant to get those final preparations done... for now, warmth was exactly what she needed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>27-01-2015, 00:30:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images5.fanpop.com/image/photos/26400000/Hilary-Duff-3-hilary-duff-26462538-378-500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Liz Monroe<br><strong>Location:</strong> her apartment <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ryder, open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Sleepy<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> http://www.polyvore.com/bella/set?id=137423456<br><hr><br>"Thanks, it hurt but was totally worth it and no, I didn't get a boob job. They're all natural." Liz smiled and giggled softly before she turned around to look at her twin. Ryder was completely naked, it didn't bother Liz....it wasn't like they didn't have the same equipment. The lack of modesty thing came in there, too. She let her eyes run along the tattoos on her sister. "That's a lot of tattoos." She laughed but grinned. Especially when she saw the one below her twin's pelvic bone. "...ye who enter here. I really like that one, but shit yeah, that must have hurt like a bitch. I have some Dante stuff around here somewhere. I read a lot. Lotta Sylvia Plath for some reason." She smiled.<br><br>"That sounds like absolute heaven, was just gonna grab something to eat before my shift but having food brought to me would be amaaazing." She said in a slight sing-songy voice, yep...she was delirious. "Yeah...hold on." She glanced around to see if she had any money lying around, of course not so she undid her jeans before wiggling a bit to get them down enough so she could pull a $50 from where she always put her earnings from the other job. Underneath the waist band of her panties, depending on what she was wearing. Sometimes it was slid beneath a garter belt, it had been a panties kind of night. "Here, just take it, I'm too tired right now." She had almost pulled out the entire thousand bucks, glad she didn't. There would probably be questions and she tried to avoid those like the plague. That was why she'd turned around when she'd first undressed.<br><br>Liz pulled off her clothes again, folded them neatly before setting them atop her dresser and pulling on a thinnish tank top so she could be comfortable while napping. There was a definite curve beneath the thin material caused by her black lace clad derriere. It wasn't like Kim Kardashian, she'd have hated to have a butt thaaaaat big, but hers was plump enough. She fell down onto her bed, face down, and just lay there for a moment or two before propping herself up on her elbows. "Anything with bacon." She smiled sweetly. "I'll more than likely....oh, oooh, you should come by the bakery today."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ForestMagi</strong> on <strong>27-01-2015, 00:50:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://blog.chosenmodels.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/01/DSC00812.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Damon Millican<br><strong>Location:</strong> Parker Commons 104, Parker Commons lobby<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Martina, Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Getting dressed and leaving the apartment<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This assortment of clothes, once he's dressed. (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=147482125)<br><br><hr><br>His day planning complete, sans names, Damon rushed to get ready. No one wanted to have lunch in public with someone wearing a bathrobe and boxers, after all. At least he'd showered the night before and fell asleep clean, so that was one task that could be mostly eliminated. He still freshened up his face with a quick wash and shave, styled his hair a little bit, and of course rubbed on some antiperspirant and spritzed on some cologne; even if he didn't recognise himself, he still didn't leave the house looking or smelling like a hobo. Off to his... Admittedly limited wardrobe, which was mostly jeans and graphic tees in various colours, a few black tank tops, and half a rainbow's worth of hoodies and socks. It all fit him nicely, but it was on the whole rather unremarkable. He pulled out a red hoodie, black tank, plain navy blue jeans, and monochrome patterned socks, completing the look with a simple watch and black laced-up boots. Overall, not bad. Not going to land him in any fashion mags, but presentable for lunch.<br><br>As he left his room, he gave himself a quick once-over in the mirror. '<em>Eh, good enough.<em>'</em></em> he told himself, before gathering the various things he took with him on a daily basis. Change of clothes in his bag from yesterday was still fine, if a touch wrinkled; cologne that had wound up at the bottom of his clothes hadn't leaked; bottles of medicine were still sealed tight; notes for next week were a total mess as always; keys were in the side pocket on the key ring therein, nestled next to his headphones; and finally, his planner and lifeblood made its way into its usual spot in the outer pocket. He slung the stuffed bag over his shoulder, and quickly checked the time on his phone. It was just before 10, so he fired off a quick text to Jason:<br><br><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Hey, just checking up on you. Had a good night? Did you get home safely?</span></strong></div><br>He crammed his phone into the pocket of his hoodie and left his apartment, locking the door securely behind him... Then double-checking that he'd actually locked the door, as he had somehow forgotten to do so multiple times, to Maggie's annoyance. It was sometimes surprising even to him that he could be so scatterbrained, what with all the planning he did before just leaving the house every morning. He checked the lock a third time before leaving the door and heading down to the common area. It was fairly quiet in his building, from what he'd heard so far; Antonio didn't seem to be awake just yet, or perhaps hadn't come home the night before, and other than some very muffled footsteps and quiet voices his upstairs neighbour didn't seem to be terribly active. As he descended the stairs, he heard an unfamiliar voice, although he only caught the last few words the mystery woman had spoken.<br><br>Damon watched her for a moment, his lips pursed, trying to figure out if he was maybe simply forgetting her voice, but he pushed the thought away; it was very unlike him to forget a voice once he'd met the person, and he was sure he'd never met this woman. '<em>New tenant?</em>' he wondered to himself, crossing the room to the bulletin board; he made a small habit of checking it whenever he came and went, even if most of what was posted didn't interest him. He scanned it almost too quickly; having checked it just under 15 hours ago, he was pretty sure nothing new had been posted. It was only when his peripheral vision caught "Little Sicily" on a flyer that he even noticed it was new. It announced the grand opening that morning (which was already in his planner and phone, so nothing new there), the location (likewise), and the owner and head chef's name: Martina Ricci. Nice to at least have a first name to go with, but given that the flyer definitely wasn't here last night when he'd returned from swimming...<br><br>"<strong>You just put this up, no?</strong>" Damon asked out loud, his finger tapping the poster. It was the first thing he'd actually said since coming down the stairs, and his voice was quiet but confident as he continued, "<strong>So... You either work at the restaurant, or the owner hired you to promote it. If I had to guess which was most likely...</strong>" Damon's voice trailed off as he turned to look at her properly. He tilted his head back and forth a few times quickly, and snapped his fingers loudly, the way one does when one arrives at an appropriately snappy decision. "<strong>You're Martina Ricci, correct?</strong>" he asked, although it was really more of a statement than anything else. If she had tried to introduce herself before this, Damon had missed it in his thought haze, and would likely sound air-headed; not that that would have mattered to him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyron</strong> on <strong>27-01-2015, 03:25:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff7/HaruTokushima/Realistic%20Chars/Jason/ac54c91f-2261-47c2-8595-212b1550f897_zps5811df8b.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jason Garder<br><strong>Location:</strong> Street outside Parker Commons -&gt; Appt 107<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Martina, Matthew, Damon<br><strong>Content:</strong> Shower time!<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Running shorts, light jacket -&gt; nothing<br><hr><br>Before Martina could answer him, someone else stepped over. Jason shrugged nonchalantly at the pardon, or at least he intended it to be nonchalant: it still had a certain rigidity to it. He had an athletic grace, but when it came to the relaxed gestures, or dancing, he struggled; his movements always possessed a natural, unshakable firmness. He patiently waited while Martina gave the guy the directions, simply listening and observing. The guy, apparently not bothered by the temperature, had muscle, and if the pants might not have suggested it, Jason sensed that certain air about him, something familiar to him as someone who spent his childhood on a base, who had a father who served and a brother who was currently in the marines. <br><br>Shortly, Martina addressed him again, bidding a farewell to put up the flyer herself. <strong>"I'll be there,"</strong> he called after her, and then looked at the guy. He nodded at him. <strong>"Welcome to the neighborhood."</strong> If he had been better dressed in this cold and hadn't been sweating, he would have considered sticking around a moment longer, to see if this guy could be someone he would like to get to know, but Martina had the right idea. <strong>"See you around."</strong> He trailed after the chef, the flyer still in his hand. His jogging felt a bit unfinished, and for something he already had heard about, but meeting two people, however briefly, might have been worth it.<br><br>Jason climbed to the fourth floor and walked into his apartment, the place silent other than his muffled footfalls on the carpeting and the ticking of the clock from its place on the living room wall. It was the only decoration he had, if it could be be considered that, with its solid white frame. Art, decorations, held no importance to him. He just needed the basic necessities for a place to be livable. Actually, if someone walked through the door right now, and they overlooked the few dishes in the sink and the couple of coats on the rack, they might wonder if someone truly lived here. <br><br>After shedding his jacket, his phone vibrated. He checked it and typed a response:<br><br><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u">To: Damon<br>Msg: All safe. Couple arrests. You have fun?</span></div><br>Jason set his phone and wallet on the coffee table before heading into the bathroom to get the shower started. After stripping off the rest of his clothes and letting them pool into a heap on the floor, he climbed on in.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angel Fire</strong> on <strong>27-01-2015, 14:50:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/34cd639b3a7de787ebd6d943c1ef64d5/tumblr_mimirgpQXH1s436oeo2_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Martina Ricci<br><strong>Location:</strong> On the street outside Parker Commons, eventually in the common area<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Damon, Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Spreading the word about her new restaurant, Getting warm, Meeting Damon and maybe more people along the way<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=147289070<br><hr><br>Martina was looking around the room as she could feel her body warming up a little bit.&nbsp; It was still a little too cold to take off the parka just yet but the chills in her body were starting to go away.&nbsp; it was only a little bit of time of standing in the warmer than outside room that she started to hear footsteps coming down the stairs.&nbsp; Eventually, she heard the tapping of a finger on the bulletin board along with a somewhat airheaded voice.&nbsp; <strong>"Yes, I did... just a minute ago."</strong>&nbsp; She responded when she was asked if she just put up the flyer.&nbsp; She let him speak for a bit while he was trying to figure out who she was.&nbsp; <em>Men... they can be such airheads at times.</em>&nbsp; She thought to herself as she then heard the snap of the fingers and then the pointing at her.&nbsp; <strong>"Yes.&nbsp; I am.&nbsp; Owner and Executive Chef herself."</strong>&nbsp; She mentioned in a sigh.<br><br><em>Man, this guy is rude.&nbsp; I hope that I don't have to see him again.</em>&nbsp; She thought to herself as she tried as best as she could to excuse herself from the airheaded guy.&nbsp; <strong>"And you must be Captain Oblivious, are you not?&nbsp; If you are, than I have some work to do if you don't mind."</strong>&nbsp; She didn't want to be this rude but sometimes in her line of work, she had to play fire with fire in order for her to get the job done.&nbsp; it was one of the first lessons that she learned at Advanced Culinary school and a lesson that she would never forget.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>27-01-2015, 18:20:16</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/c8/88/e5/c888e5269a9fd9ce9dd07279cbb1c294.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ryder Monroe<br><br><br><strong>Location:</strong> Liz's flat, then the lobby<br><br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Martina, Damon, open<br><br><br><strong>Content:</strong> Hunting for food, and getting an eyefull<br><br><br><strong>Wearing:</strong>something like&nbsp; http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/09/ce/8c/09ce8c448092a08a73e8368a5dc9ccf8.jpg (http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/09/ce/8c/09ce8c448092a08a73e8368a5dc9ccf8.jpg)<br><br><br><hr><br><br>The big bill Liz waved in her face filled Ryder's head with all sorts of images- it was more than enough to get some nommage, and then pick up some smoke, or maybe a vial...<em>No, dammit. It's her money, we are NOT blowing it on chems.&nbsp; Let's get some real groceries... </em> Fumbling through her duffel, she took out a somewhat wrinkled black stretch minidress and slithered it on, not bothering with undies. Over the top went her heavy studded leather jacket, and she slipped on some loud purple knee-highs and her combat boots. "Back in a jiff- get some rest." Not that she had the slightest fucking idea where she was going, but hey, it was a big city.&nbsp; Had to be a McRat or a SunFuck's or some sorta diner not <em>too</em> far away, right?<br><br>She heard voices when she hit the ground floor, one of them sounding annoyed- a subject she was a master in. Poking around, she came to the common room, where two guys were sort of huddled around one of those crap portable signboards, like they used to use in school. One of them was tall, blonde, bland-pretty, the other petite with short-chopped black hair. He looked tiny, huddled up in his parka...<br><br>HER parka. Not a guy, a chick, Rye realized when she got a look at the face. With an adorable butch pixie cut, and a hot as hell ass on display in tight pants.&nbsp; OK, the morning was looking up.&nbsp; She could ask directions, and get a better look. Hell, they guy wasn't bad, either, if she really got stuck for company...The wench looked annoyed, not like kick-in-the-balls pissed, but peeved. Maybe they were roomies, having a fight over the rent- something else Ryder knew a bit about. So, she figured she'd disarm the tension by doing what she did best: being an asshole.<br><br>"You knooooow," she drawled as she parked herself just off one side of the little tableaux, arms folded tight under her boobs. "I hear, you spill blood on the floor in this place, they make you lick it up. Gives the CDC cramps."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ForestMagi</strong> on <strong>27-01-2015, 21:08:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://blog.chosenmodels.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/01/DSC00812.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Damon Millican<br><strong>Location:</strong> Parker Commons lobby<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Martina, Ryder, Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Diffusing the situation<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> I hope you didn't expect him to change in the lobby. (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=147482125)<br><br><hr><br>Damon stared at Martina for a moment in mild shock, though it presented itself as a pursing of the lips and sharp exhale. He found a small moment of reprieve while he considered his reply to such an attitude, however, as yet another stranger approached the two of them. Despite looking like she was on her way to a biker bar or something similar, she was clearly making an attempt to avoid Damon and Martina escalating into a fight. Her method was... Unconventional, given the clearly tense mood between the two, but it at least provided a break for Damon to compose his thoughts.<br><br>"<strong>I don't think I'm up for giving the lobby a tongue bath.</strong>" he laughed, breaking into a smile, recognising the joke for what it was, "<strong>And I don't think Martina would want to delay the opening of her restaurant, either.</strong>" He finally looked the new woman up and down quickly; aside from her rather unique outfit and brusque demeanor which basically screamed "total asshole", something about her posture told him that wasn't really all there was to her. Clearly she'd gotten involved to avoid escalation, which is a fairly rare thing for a stranger to do, unless... Damon nodded slightly at her, understanding at least part of why she'd come over.<br><br>"<strong>Ah, but my manners.</strong>" he chided himself, turning back to Martina and extending his hand to shake, "<strong>I'm Damon, I live just a couple floors up from here. I didn't mean to sound rude, but your voice sounded unfamiliar to me, and I make a habit of checking this board every time I come and go. I was only confirming my suspicions that you were the same person as on the flyer.</strong>" He nodded matter-of-factly, as though that was in any way a not-strange explanation, before continuing, "<strong>I'm sure it's probably pretty stressful to be opening your own restaurant, but...<strong>"</strong></strong> He paused and looked Martina up and down again before smiling. "<strong>You seem like the type who will thrive on it once you're in the thick of it.</strong>"<br><br>His phone suddenly vibrated rather hard in his pocket as he received the reply from Jason, creating a very distinct pattern of audible buzzes as it rattled around, but he ignored it. Things were still tense, and whipping out his phone was likely to set Martina off again. "<strong>Oh, right.</strong>" he mumbled, before rubbing his temple and raising his voice to normal volume, "<strong>I literally can't tell who you are by your face. Even if the picture on this poster was crystal clear, I'd still have to ask since we'd never met before.</strong>" It probably sounded like the silliest explanation ever if Martina had never heard of prosopagnosia, but it was the easiest way to explain it, and it was the way Damon usually had the most luck. Most people would either test it right then and there, or just accept it as one of his quirks. He was, at this point, hoping either Martina or the new woman would pick the former.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>28-01-2015, 03:04:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/cc/b8/8f/ccb88fa477ea0ab73d1caa294c312a7f.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Isis Hastings<br><strong>Location:</strong> Eiryn's apartment<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Eiryn<br><strong>Content:</strong> Waking up, sleepily cranky but still smiley<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Jeans and a sweater<br><hr><br>"Don't worry 'bout it...needed to get my ass outta bed anyways." Isis smiled softly and accepted the cup of coffee. "Still tastes pretty damn good. Well, considering that I own the place....I can afford to be late. Liz has keys, she opens when I'm gonna be running late. Only been here a month but she's really trust-worthy." She thought about the offer of a shower and the charging of her phone. She sipped at her coffee, draining it halfway. <br><br>"Well, I bet Matthew's out of my apartment. We could always skip the diner and I could whip us something for breakfast...what do you say?" She grinned. "Up to you...I have lots of breakfast ingredients and it's been a while since I got to cook breakfast for two. I can shower real quick and then make something. What are you in the mood to eat?" Isis realized that sometime during the night that her bra had gotten all out of whack so she slipped a hand into her sweater to readjust her boobs into it...no modesty.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>28-01-2015, 04:37:19</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/88/2b/7a/882b7a8e5773e2ce3bc7f8b7dcefca89.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Eiryn Grim<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> At her flat<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Isis<br><br><strong>Content:</strong> Breakfast negotiations<br><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Goth/Punk jeans (http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/68/1c/08/681c0858094d0c087edb1e73e512e52f.jpg); black crop tank top (https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/shopping?q=tbn:ANd9GcSYaiGZqJSYILXmjjQg1Fy7hDCWs-dYSa8nWGbOHpa_LxjwWixt&amp;usqp=CAE);asymmetric jacket (http://s001.osstatic.net/s/jctr/store/productimages/details/1275_pitch_black_l_z.jpg).<br><br><hr><br><br>"That'd be...I mean, I don't want to put you out. Uh..."&nbsp; She couldn't help it. When Isis reached up under her top to, er...adjust herself, she goggled a bit. It was funny that she felt so shy- half the time in the studio, Eiryn ran around topless, or in just her panties- easier to clean her than the clothes. It was almost like she'd forgotten how to be easy about her body around someone else, though.<br><br>There was also the small fact that she'd be perfectly happy to perform the service for Isis herself...<br><br>Realizing her friend was smirking at her a bit, Eiryn cleared her throat. "Sorry." She grinned, shrugged. "Nice floor show.&nbsp; Anyway- if you're up to cook, I'll eat damn near anything. Did the vegetarian thing for a while, figured it was part of being a 'good' queer- but I got over it. Just, like, no liver and onions, k'?" Pawing at herself, she grimaced. "Should shower, too. At least change- hate sleeping in my clothes. Always feel crawly in the morning. I, uh...usually sleep pretty much stripped." OK, that was TMI...ohwell. "Meet you at your place in like, twenty?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>28-01-2015, 05:52:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/cc/b8/8f/ccb88fa477ea0ab73d1caa294c312a7f.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Isis Hastings<br><strong>Location:</strong> Eiryn's apartment<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Eiryn<br><strong>Content:</strong> Breakfast plans<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Jeans and a sweater<br><hr><br>Isis hadn't really noticed that the smirk had been on her lips until Eiryn apologized. "Don't apologize, I kind of like being watched." She spoke softly and playfully while blushing a bit, she had no idea why she'd just said that.&nbsp; "I could never do the vegetarian or vegan thing. I love meat way too much for that shit." She laughed softly. "I detest liver and onions so you're safe there."<br><br>Isis couldn't really think of anything to say when Eiryn revealed that she usually slept half naked, <em>You'd have been more than welcome to do that last night.</em> "I usually sleep sans any kind of clothing, it felt weird to wake up fully clothed. I have moods when I feel like never wearing clothes but that's kind of illegal in public so..." Why in the hell did she keep saying stuff like this? A little way too much information but oh well, it'd been said. "Yeah...see you in a bit." Isis drank the remainder of her coffee and winked at Eiryn playfully before sashaying over to her own apartment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nico</strong> on <strong>28-01-2015, 15:47:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/64fd/1tvsu2tw7wrv0fezg.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Miguel Fernando Ángel Del Bosque<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside 'The Kensington', by his car, <em>around 9am or so</em> - then back inside the building, Tanner's apartment door.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, then Tanner Macklemore<br><strong>Content:</strong> On the way from the apartment complex to his parked car. Finding the flyer for the restaurant opening.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See here (http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/52ea/awlmn20q3xctenzzg.jpg)<br><hr><br>Dear God was it cold this morning. <br><br>So cold. Cold enough for Miguel to reach down and quickly zip up his green jacket, the moment he had stepped outside of the apartment building, and then he stuffed both hands into the jacket pockets, to keep his fingers cozy and warm. He was up quite early this morning, thanks to the rather annoying sound of his beeping cellphone, which wouldn't shut up. It had been the result of having forgotten to mute it, before he went to bed last night. Then again, the call had been quite pleasant, and good news were always appreciated. Just some days ago, Miguel had agreed to participate in a TV discussion for a local TV station in town, and this morning, it was all confirmed. Dates, and whatnot. One thing less to worry about. <br><br>Miguel had walked towards his parked car (http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/1741/30yl2lf7lv28mvyzg.jpg), and he had quirked a brow, once he spotted the small slip of paper behind one of the windscreen wipers.<em> 'Oh no, no ticket, please.' </em>he mused to himself, with a faint chuckle though. Wouldn't be the end of the world, and nothing that would put a damper on his quite decent mood this morning.<br><br>However, he reached into a pocket of his jacket, just to realize that he apparently forgot his car keys, up in the apartment. He groaned a bit, but then he laughed gently to himself. Where did he have his head this morning, hm? In bed, still, more than likely. On a long, sleep in session, of course, and on a day off of work, unless one of his clients would call. Ah well. But first, he wanted to find out if he'd gottan a ticket for parking on the wrong side or something. But, much to his delight, he quickly found out that it was no ticket on his windscreen - but a flyer for a restaurant opening. <br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">'"Come to the newest sensation in all of Chicagoland.&nbsp; The talk of the town is Ricci's Little Sicily.&nbsp; Come one and come all for the Grand Opening on Saturday November 1st.&nbsp; We also feature a bar in the back that will surely be the new place to be for all of your festive parties.<br><br>The Restaurant opens at 11 AM sharp while the Bar opens at 5 PM sharp.<br><br>Be sure to bring your tastebuds and your friend's tastebuds too!<br><br>Spread the word to your friends and your loved ones.&nbsp; We aim to please everyone with fine Italian cuisine that will make your mouth water and come back wanting more.&nbsp; This is a promise from me, the Owner and Executive Chef."</span></div><br>He smiled while he read over the announcement. Sounded good. Very good, indeed. A new restaurant never was a bad thing. Italian cuisine was exquisite, and good food was one of Miguel's passions, after all. Right after classic cars. The one he drove himself was something he had saved up to for quite a while, until he could fulfill himself the dream of owning such a classic vehicle. It was just one of those things that made live pleasant. Now and then, Miguel certainly knew how to pamper himself just right. And then he remembered his neighbour, and the offer for lunch. It was lunch, wasn't it? Ah well, he will find out, one way or another. Now - wouldn't this be a nice thing today, on his free day? Some nice lunch with his neighbour? Making friends, getting to know people and talking to new people was such a lovely thing sometimes. Miguel had always been a social person.<br><br><em>No five minutes later...</em><br><br>Miguel had stopped at his own apartment for a minute, to fetch the car keys he'd forgotten. Of <em>course</em>, they were right there, on the small glass table right next to the entrance door. Figured! After he'd drawn his own door shut again, he made the few steps towards Tanner's door, and he only knocked after he's heard some noises coming from inside. Wouldn't want to wake his neighbours.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>29-01-2015, 04:40:51</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/88/2b/7a/882b7a8e5773e2ce3bc7f8b7dcefca89.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Eiryn Grim<br><br><br><strong>Location:</strong> Home, then at Isis'<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Isis<br><br><strong>Content:</strong> Breakfast negotiations<br><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> skirt (http://hottopic.scene7.com/is/image/HotTopic/10019625_hi?wid=1360); tights (https://encrypted-tbn3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQvKIbV6Xeikf_mcu8KpvvRsB0mkYqTLezHPY4Rn7bkiuDQHBsk); turtleneck (http://cached.bensilver.com/RS/SR/Product/61/hlj-a_R.jpg); jacket (http://anf.scene7.com/is/image/anf/anf_71842_01_prod1?$productMain-anf$); boots (http://img.auctiva.com/imgdata/0/9/8/9/8/0/webimg/442425188_o.jpg); choker. (http://passionforprying.files.wordpress.com/2013/02/8ba786d6ddfd034b8f7583edcdd69c8d.jpg)<br><br><br><hr><br>There wasn't much of her to wash, especially with her hair cropped short, so the shower didn't take long. Funny, how that had bothered her mom more than her admitting she was bi- cutting off her hair. <em>Oh, but Erin, you have such lovely long thick hair</em>... Not that the name change had gone overt that well, either.&nbsp; <em>What's <strong>wrong</strong> with Grimaldi? Nothing, Ma- but the world already has enough painters with Italian names, you know?</em><br><br>Teeth chattering a bit, she buffed some of the water off and ran a couple of fingers full of gel through the shag on top of her head, to force it into sumbmission. Wrapped in a towel, she pounced back to her bedroom, picked out plain metal studs for nipple and ear both, and then started to dress. Loud miniskirt, with louder tights underneath; a nice cuddly turtleneck (no bra- why?); denim hoodie, because damn it had gotten chilly overnight, and one of her shorter pairs of boots. Halfway to the door she chuckled, went back and, rolling down the collar of the sweater, put on a thin band choker and pulled the cloth back up over it. Just in case.<br><br>Then she was out, and in under a minute was at Isis' door. It took longer for her to get up the courage to knock that it had to get there; seconds more, and she was in, insisitng she be allowed to help put breakfast together. All nice and domestic, with someone she hadn't even screwed yet.<br><br>It scared the ever-loving crap out of her.<br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Twisted iN Tux</strong> on <strong>30-01-2015, 05:19:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d2/Tanner_Macklemore_Post_Pic.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tanner Macklemore<br><strong>Location:</strong> In the Kitchen of His Apartment @ <em>The Kensington</em><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jordan Macklemore, Miguel Bosque<br><strong>Content:</strong> Missing Milk, Mechanical Messes &amp; Miguel! <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> The Same Black &amp; White Polo, Black Sweatpants &amp; Thick Cotton Socks From Friday Night<br><hr><br>"<strong>Okay! Who was the wiseguy or girl who left me with three teaspoons of milk?</strong>" Tanner called out from the kitchen as he shook the practically empty carton that he had pulled from the fridge with the initial intent of soaking down the cereal he had just poured into a bowl. "<strong>Come on! Fess up!</strong>" he continued to call out. "<strong>If you come forward now, I may just let you live,</strong>" he joked.<br><br>"<strong>Shhh,</strong>" Jordan was quick to reply as he came bounding into the room, lovingly poking his dad in the ribs once he was within range. "<strong>Mom's still in bed,</strong>" he informed his father, who had somehow managed to fall asleep, yet again, on the living room couch.<br><br>"<strong>Oh,</strong>" Tanner mouthed, in mock surprise, as he glanced in the general direction of their bedroom. "<strong>It was you, wasn't it?</strong>" he then whispered as he tugged on the stylish silk tie that hung from his suited son's neck. "<strong>Running late again?</strong>" he was then quick to question, a bit more sternly, as he glanced over at the digital clock on the microwave that clearly read 8:57am. "<strong>Shop isn't going to open itself, ya know.</strong>"<br><br>"<strong>Settle down, Time Lord,</strong>" Jordan jokingly replied as he dipped into the still ajar fridge and withdrew a bottle of orange juice. "<strong>Nick's already there, taking care of the cash office and, I might add, cleaning up whatever mess you and mom left behind from last night.</strong>"<br><br>"<strong>What's <em>that</em> suppose to mean?</strong>" Tanner incredulously balked as he nudged the door closed on the stainless steel appliance and proceeded to dispose of the milk carton, all before tending to the bowl of flakes that were going to end up back inside the cereal box they had just been liberated from.<br><br>"<strong>We both know how tech savvy the two of you are. To be honest, I'm kind of surprised that the security system still works.</strong>"<br><br>"<strong>Hey! I know what I'm doing!</strong>" Tanner objected as he approached his son. "<strong>I could probably even teach <em>you</em> a thing or two,</strong>" he continued as he placed his hands upon the sides of his son's freshly shaven face and then planted a fatherly peck upon his lips. "<strong>Have a good day, smart ass. Call if you need anything,</strong>" he added with a firm hug.<br><br>"<strong>Yes, sir. Whatever you say, sir,</strong>" the young man saluted as he pulled himself away and then proceeded to dash off toward the front door, grabbing his coat along the way. "<strong>Oh. Hey. Uh, dad, you've got company,</strong>" he called back, not a moment later, just as Tanner had begun to rummage around in the pantry, searching for a backup breakfast.<br><br>"<strong>Who is it?</strong>" he questioned, having not heard the buzzer or, more than likely, the knock at the door. "<strong>Jordan?</strong>" he called as he surfaced from the kitchen. "<strong>Who is it?</strong>" he asked again, only to find that his son was long gone and, instead, there was one Miguel Bosque standing in his front hall. "<strong>Oh! Hey! Long time, no see. Please, come on in!</strong>" he insisted with a wave of his hand and a smile upon his face. "<strong>I, uh, I was just about to make myself some breakfast...although, to be perfectly honest...I'm not exactly sure what that's going to be, seeing as we're out of milk...and bread...and, well, eggs.</strong>" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>31-01-2015, 01:20:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/cc/b8/8f/ccb88fa477ea0ab73d1caa294c312a7f.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Isis Hastings<br><strong>Location:</strong> Her apartment<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Eiryn<br><strong>Content:</strong> Breakfast <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> http://www.polyvore.com/isis_ocn/set?id=147610960<br><hr><br>Isis had just stepped out of the shower when she heard the knock and without thinking about it really, she answered the door clad only in a towel. Wasn't the safest habit to have but oh well and plus she knew who it was. "Hey...lemme get dressed and then I'll think about lettin' you help." She laughed softly and disappeared into her bedroom, leaving the door open just a bit more than a crack. She didn't really care.<br><br>A few minutes later, Isis bounded back into her kitchen and grabbed a pink apron that had multicolored little owls all over it. She slipped it over her head and reached around to tie it. "You are so lucky that you can get away without wearing a bra. I tried...once. Felt amazing but can't pull it off " She smiled before opening the door of her ice box. "So, what do you wanna eat? Pancakes , eggs, and bacon? French toast, eggs and bacon? Waffles, eggs, and bacon? Maybe an omelet?" She started pulling things out of her fridge. "I have orange juice, apple juice, pomegranate juice, coffee, milk, coke, and these appetizing looking kale smoothies." She motioned towards a liquid the color of baby shit green and grinned playfully.&nbsp; She loved the whole fruit/veggie smoothie craze, made getting the nutrients from the vegetables she hated a lot easier.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>31-01-2015, 02:29:09</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/88/2b/7a/882b7a8e5773e2ce3bc7f8b7dcefca89.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Eiryn Grim<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> at Isis'<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Isis<br><br><strong>Content:</strong> Breakfast negotiations<br><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> skirt (http://hottopic.scene7.com/is/image/HotTopic/10019625_hi?wid=1360); tights (https://encrypted-tbn3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQvKIbV6Xeikf_mcu8KpvvRsB0mkYqTLezHPY4Rn7bkiuDQHBsk); turtleneck (http://cached.bensilver.com/RS/SR/Product/61/hlj-a_R.jpg); jacket (http://anf.scene7.com/is/image/anf/anf_71842_01_prod1?$productMain-anf$); boots (http://img.auctiva.com/imgdata/0/9/8/9/8/0/webimg/442425188_o.jpg); choker. (http://passionforprying.files.wordpress.com/2013/02/8ba786d6ddfd034b8f7583edcdd69c8d.jpg)<br><br><br><hr><br>"Who the fuck drinks Coke at breakfast?" Snark helped her drive away the last of the bug-eyed chest churn caused by Isis having opened the door in a towel that really didn't cover very much of her. "That shit'll kill you any time of the day." Now her neighbor was wearing something kind of grunge-influenced, which looked hot on her- like anything would dare to not- and a bugton of very cool costumey jewelry, at least one piece of which the eclectic artist thought she probably owned as well.<br><br>"If I knew we were eatin' formal, I'da dressed up more." Eiryn winked at Isis, then ducked into the fridge to get the smoothie pitcher. "I need this after last night. An' if you got some onions, I can sautee them up for an omelet." Pouring two glasses of the nasty-looking (but actually quite tasty) nutrition drink, she let her eyes wander over Isis for, obviously but politely. "I dunno. Some days I wish I were built more like you, some I'm glad I'm not- no offense." Grinning, she licked some greenish glop off of her top lip. "Didn't get much attention in High School- but I never beat myself to death with my boobs on the playground, either."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>31-01-2015, 03:05:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/cc/b8/8f/ccb88fa477ea0ab73d1caa294c312a7f.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Isis Hastings<br><strong>Location:</strong> Her apartment<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Eiryn<br><strong>Content:</strong> Breakfast <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> http://www.polyvore.com/isis_ocn/set?id=147610960<br><hr><br>"Well, not specifically Coke, I'm from Georgia. We call all soda, coke. If someone asks for some, we're all like....what kind?" Isis laughed softly and smiled. "I'm a Dr. Pepper girl, myself, that's kinda blasphemy where I'm from but oh well. I'm not averse to having a Dr. Pepper with breakfast." She smirked a bit, having noticed the reaction the towel had evoked from her neighbor...she kind of liked it. Isis could be a bit of a tease, at times, but usually didn't mean to be. She bent over a bit to grab an onion out of the pantry and handed it to Eiryn. "There ya go. What do you want I'm your omelet?" She got a cast iron skillet out for the bacon and smiled at her neighbor. "Knives are in that drawer, chopping boards are in that cabinet." Isis pointed out everything.<br><br>"I will admit that I've almost knocked myself upon occasion while going on a run." She giggled and nodded with a subtle blush upon her face. "I think I was almost 15 when I blossomed or whatever you wanna call it. I used to get annoyed by it, but gotten me out of a few speeding tickets so..." She shrugged with a smile as she started crying up some bacon.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>31-01-2015, 17:44:35</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/88/2b/7a/882b7a8e5773e2ce3bc7f8b7dcefca89.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Eiryn Grim<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> at Isis'<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Isis<br><br><strong>Content:</strong> Breakfast negotiations<br><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> skirt (http://hottopic.scene7.com/is/image/HotTopic/10019625_hi?wid=1360); tights (https://encrypted-tbn3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQvKIbV6Xeikf_mcu8KpvvRsB0mkYqTLezHPY4Rn7bkiuDQHBsk); turtleneck (http://cached.bensilver.com/RS/SR/Product/61/hlj-a_R.jpg); jacket (http://anf.scene7.com/is/image/anf/anf_71842_01_prod1?$productMain-anf$); boots (http://img.auctiva.com/imgdata/0/9/8/9/8/0/webimg/442425188_o.jpg); choker. (http://passionforprying.files.wordpress.com/2013/02/8ba786d6ddfd034b8f7583edcdd69c8d.jpg)<br><br><br><hr><br><br>"Some green pepper&nbsp; if you got it," she said authoritatively, coarse-chopping the onion with some alacrity. "And pour me off somea that grease to do them in..." <br><br>Abruptly, Eiryn stopped, set down the knife, wiped her hands. Chuckling softly, she shook her head. "Fuck me. I'm turning into my Mom." Turning to look at Isis, she shrugged. "It was Grimaldi, before I changed it, you know? Never let a Chitown Italian girl into your kitchen unless you're real good at takin' orders." She snorted. "Of course, eggs an' sausage and peppers're about all I can cook worth crap. Screw it."&nbsp; She finished the onions, and presented them on the plate. "Ta daa!&nbsp; What's next, boss? Your kitchen.<br><br>"But I am gonna be pushy about something else.&nbsp; When can you pose for me? Blossomed or not, I want some shots of you to work from." No shyness; more an assumption than a request. A demand. When it was about work, it was easy for her to be like that. It also made for a nice way to deflect from thinking about how...easy it was to be around Aria.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Letrixia</strong> on <strong>31-01-2015, 19:58:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/d4/3e/16/d43e16b2241d1a7db792fcee22cd2e7c.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Hitomi Hiruma<br><strong>Location:</strong> Maggie's Bed<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Maggie<br><strong>Content:</strong> Perfect waking up<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Birthday suit<br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br>Hitomi looked at Maggie leave for the kitchen and she could not help but to drop back on the bed. Looking at the ceiling she sighed, the strange ceiling of a strange person she just slept with that was so unlike her. She wondered if she should dress up, in her apartment she was naked all the time since she loved being naked. Deciding to be comfortable she stood up and walked over to the bathroom before she took care of a few stuff herself. First was washing her mouth which she did with some mouthwash that she found "I will brush my teeth once I get home". She shrugged and did her stuff on the toilet before taking a quick shower.<br><br>Hearing her call out from the kitchen made her smile, turning off the shower she dried herself before walking back to the kitchen before sitting down and looking down at the breakfast. The american breakfast usually left her wondering about their culture but this wasn't a time for that. Putting her hands together in a prayer position she closed her eyes and bowed her head a bit, "Itadakimasu". Japanese customs were still hard to get rid off especially one that she has been doing for the past lifetime. "Thank you for the breakfast Maggie-sempai" she smiled and began eating with as much respect towards the food as she could. <br><br>She was very quiet eating not feeling at home placed that effect on her. She smiled once she was finished and placed the dinning utensils neatly besides the plate. "I had a wonderful night Maggie Sempai thank you for being so kind and for welcoming me into your home". Hitomi smiled and stood up grabbing her plate and walking over the washer before starting to clean them. She was so used to doing that back at her house and then back at her own apartment that she did it without thinking about it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angel Fire</strong> on <strong>01-02-2015, 04:32:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/34cd639b3a7de787ebd6d943c1ef64d5/tumblr_mimirgpQXH1s436oeo2_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Martina Ricci<br><strong>Location:</strong> Parker Commons, common area<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Damon, Ryder, Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Getting warm, Meeting Damon and Ryder, Getting a little miffed but flirty as well<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Martina's outdoor winter outfit (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=147289070) with Her restaurant blouse underneath the parka (http://ep.yimg.com/ay/yhst-5698391348794/ladies-extreme-broadcloth-value-restaurant-blouse-10.gif)<br><br>As Martina was trying to get her job done and get a little warmth through her body, she was trying all that she could to not go out and give Damon a very big tongue lashing.&nbsp; Her arms were folded across her chest as much as they could inside of her parka as it seemed that the situation seemed to be a little diffused.&nbsp; She heard the sounds of footsteps coming down and out came what seemed to be a tough looking biker chick.&nbsp; She took a look for just a bit at Ryder while making a mental note to check her out later on... that was before Ryder decided to be a total asshole.&nbsp; She heard Ryder's snide remark as she could not help but to picture the attitude with the style of dress.&nbsp; <em>Attitude matches the clothes.&nbsp; She seems very interesting to be sure.</em>&nbsp; She thought to herself as she saw Damon trying to apologize.<br><br>Seeing Damon recognizing her now and finally introducing himself, it seemed to her that he was trying to make a quick explanation about forgetting faces... something that she knew a few people had a problem with.&nbsp; Her Line Prep man, Frank had the same problem so she nodded ever so softly in recognition.&nbsp; <strong>"Yes, it can be a little stressful but it will be well worth it once I can make a profit.&nbsp; Maybe I can finally move into a place of my own instead of staying at hotels night in and night out."</strong>&nbsp; She explained but it seemed to her that Damon wasn't paying any attention to her at all and concentrating on his phone.&nbsp; That made her a little irritated but she hoped that the other woman was a good listener.&nbsp; Finally hearing Damon apologizing again, she let out a soft nod.&nbsp; <strong>"It is quite all right.&nbsp; Frank, my line prep has the same problem.&nbsp; Took him about a week just to recognize me.&nbsp; Needless to say, he did have a few slips of the tongue before he finally put the voice to the face."</strong>&nbsp; She reassured him as she looked over at Ryder and let out a soft smile.<br><br><strong>"And you..."</strong>&nbsp; She let out a soft pause as if to be a little bit dramatic.&nbsp; <strong>"I love the attitude you have.&nbsp; I don't know you but I bet that you have a name that fits your sassiness."</strong>&nbsp; She admitted, not having a chance to flirt a bit but it felt very good to just let herself loose for a couple of minutes.&nbsp; Finally feeling a little too warm inside, she let out a small smile.&nbsp; <strong>"I hope that you all don't mind if I take this off for a bit."</strong>&nbsp; She spoke as she started to take off her parka revealing the black blouse that she was going to wear for work.&nbsp; Taking a deep breath, she let out a sigh of relief.&nbsp; <strong>"Ahh, that feels better."</strong>&nbsp; She admitted, not knowing that this would give Ryder a better look at her complete body now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>01-02-2015, 21:21:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www1.pictures.zimbio.com/gi/Kirsten+Vangsness+9th+Annual+GLSEN+Respect+qMvnCXXAfDOl.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Maggie Holloway<br><strong>Location:</strong> Her&nbsp; Kitchen<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Hitomi<br><strong>Content:</strong> Coff<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Nothing at first, then Red silk kimono (http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/73/fb/dd/73fbdd6ffe9c0715870d8c75110aee0a.jpg) and slippers (http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/31w7YW9wsrL.jpg)<br><br><hr><br>"Sempai?" Maggie raised an eyebrow and giggled a little. "I've been called many things but never that!" She sipped on her coffee, having finished her food, then stood and moved around the table, tilted the chair Hitomi was sitting on,turning it through ninety degrees, and sat astride the Japanese girl's lap, her robe falling open as she did so. "I had a great time too, Hitomi-Chan. I'd love to do this again, p[ossibly with some things from where you work? Do you get staff discount?"<br><br>As she talked, Maggie rubbed her hot, wet sex against the younger woman's lower belly, enjoying the feeling of flesh on flesh. She put a hand on the back of Hitome's head and firmly pushed the girl's head down between her boobs. "Let me know when you need air, sweetheart", she said with a chuckle.<br><br>It was only when the chair decided to let out a complaining creak at the abuse it was suffering that Magfgie stood up again and grinned at the younger woman. "Would you care to join me in the shower my dear? Or would you prefer to head home now?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Letrixia</strong> on <strong>01-02-2015, 21:37:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/d4/3e/16/d43e16b2241d1a7db792fcee22cd2e7c.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Hitomi Hiruma<br><strong>Location:</strong> Maggie's Kitchen<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Maggie<br><strong>Content:</strong> Interesting breakfast<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Birthday suit<br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br>"That's honorifics back in Japan, sorry that is an habit I cannot get rid of" she blushed and smirked at the older woman. When she stood up she looked at the her dress and bit her lip, American people with Asian clothing often looked very hot and this was just the case. Gasping slowly as the woman turned her around she noticed her sitting down on top of her, instantly Hito's hands moved behind her back before Maggie grabbed a handful of her hair and pressed her face between her breasts. She took a long breath and smelled her scent loving it as little as she was getting she did loved it.<br><br>The creak was heard and instantly Maggie was off, Hitomi pouted “Aww chair no fair!”. Blushing at the suggestion from Maggie, “Umm I already took a bath but I guess I can never be too clean... or too dirty at that” she giggled. “Or you can go to my place, I do have some toys there that I got from the store, they often let me one of the toys at discount so I know what to say to clients... I have a box full of toys back at my place”. She giggled “All used but clean” she offered her hand to the other woman.<br><br>“Of couse that could be after we take a shower if you want... or we can just shower at home.. up to you” she looked down and blushed she had never invited a woman as beautiful as Maggie to her home. Her mind was already reeling about what to do with this woman, one thing was for sure she would leave tonight with a butt plug inside her beautiful butt.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>02-02-2015, 04:53:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1138.photobucket.com/albums/n534/MaidensElf/Heart_Tattoo_ideas_for_men_chest_zpsc028bb45.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dmitri Fleming (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=216294.msg10941830#msg10941830)<br><strong>Location:</strong> His apartment then lobby of Parker Commons<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Damon, Ryder, Martina, Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Waking, searching for coffee, meeting neighbors<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Old dark sweat pants, old Bears sweat shirt, tattered terry cloth robe, and pink bunny slippers<br><hr>It had been a long day and night. D had spent a good portion of the previous day getting his apartment and the small space for his studio. He had then gone to get the shop set up, important than the apartment. Surprisingly while setting up he had gotten a walk in client wanting new ink. It was not a large or complicated tattoo but it had still taken him well into the night to finish. He had then gone for a few beers so had not gotten to his apartment until after midnight. He had been tired and forgot to setup his coffee maker. He had intended to sleep until after noon, but that did not work out. After so many years of just sleeping on the ground in his sleeping and tent, to save money, sleeping in doors on a hard floor he just could not remain a sleep once the sun had started coming in his unshaded windows of his top floor apartment. Having just moved in and everything he owned being what he could carry on his Harley, meant he did not own much and certainly did not have any furniture. Something he hoped to correct that afternoon with some shopping.<br><br>With a groan Dmitri finally pulled himself from his sleeping bag on the floor. It was no good he had been tossing and turning for some time but just could not get back to sleep. He needed a shower but first things first he needed coffee. He had slept in his old sweat pants and Bears sweat shirt and slipped his feet into his pink bunny slippers, hey they kept the feet warm. He shuffled blurry eyed into the kitchen. He looked around then remembered that his coffeemaker was still packed. He dug it out and unwrapped it after setting on the counter and plugging it in he went in search of the coffee only to discover that he had not gone shopping and therefore did not have any coffee. He swore and shuffled back to his bedroom where he grabbed and donned his old robe and grabbed his wallet and keys. He left his apartment and made his way down to the ground floor. He stepped outside and shivered pulling his robe more tightly around himself. He had forgotten how cold it got in Chicago. After a quick look around and not seeing anything immediately where he could get his much needed coffee he headed to the first building of the complex.<br><br>He entered building number one that had the common area and lobby, he could not remember if the was coffee there or not but maybe he could find a neighbor welling to point him to the nearest place to get coffee. Despite the chill in the air he still could not manage much more than a quick shuffle. Upon entering he stretched, yawned and tried to shake off the cold. He shuffle into the lobby and stopped when he saw three people. He was just coherent enough to note that two were women and one was a man, but that was all he noticed. His hair was a mess and it was clear to any one seeing him that he had just woken up, but he still managed a friendly smile as he looked at the three and approached them. ”Morning, I'm new here. Could somebody please point me to the nearest source of a cup of Joe.” He stopped looking hopeful but then he regains some of his mind. ”I'm sorry, I'm Dmitri or just D.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>02-02-2015, 11:42:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/cc/b8/8f/ccb88fa477ea0ab73d1caa294c312a7f.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Isis Hastings<br><strong>Location:</strong> Her apartment<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Eiryn<br><strong>Content:</strong> Breakfast <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> http://www.polyvore.com/isis_ocn/set?id=147610960<br><hr><br>Isis laughed and smiled. "Don't worry 'bout it, I've had those 'damn, I'm acting like my mother' moments. Sucks, don't it? I'm half Italian, my mom's from Tuscany so I get it. It was kind of a complete culture shock the first time I went over there, but I freaking loved it. It was actually weird to come back home after three months. Thank ya." She smiled and took the plate of onions from Eiryn. After finishing with the bacon, she drained just a bit of the grease and added the onions. "There should be some kind of peppers in the ice box, just grab whatever looks good to you and hand it over." After Eiryn had done so, she chopped them up before adding them to the onions. She let those saute until the onions were a nice caramel color and scooped them out of the skillet, setting them into a small bowl so she could get the eggs done. She added a bit of pancake batter to make them fluffier. She went about finishing the omelettes. "Hand me a couple of potatoes, bottom of the pantry." She took them from the woman and diced them before sliding the omelettes out of the skillet onto two plates and fried the potatoes.<br><br>Her eyes rose to meet Eiryn's as the woman demanded that she pose for her soon, Isis kind of liked the whle demanding thing. It was a nice change of pace from her having to give the orders out at work. "I could pose for you after I get done at the coffee shop, maybe you could meet me there before I close up and we could go to your loft from there?" She asked as she took the perfectly crisp and golden brown potatoes out and slid them onto the same two plates."I like it when you get all demanding, by the way." She smiled, batting her eyelashes involuntarily, it was a reflex when she was around someone she was interested in. "What would you like me to wear while I pose for you?" She smiled, hoping that Eiryn said topless or fully bare...Isis wouldn't have cared either way.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>03-02-2015, 04:03:13</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/c8/88/e5/c888e5269a9fd9ce9dd07279cbb1c294.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ryder Monroe<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> Parker lobby<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Martina, Damon, open<br><br><strong>Content:</strong> Hunting for food, and getting an eyefull<br><br><strong>Wearing:</strong>something like&nbsp; http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/09/ce/8c/09ce8c448092a08a73e8368a5dc9ccf8.jpg (http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/09/ce/8c/09ce8c448092a08a73e8368a5dc9ccf8.jpg)<br><br><br><hr><br>Ryder<em> grinnnnned</em> as the slender chick took off her parka, giving her a preview of the rest of her. Perky. "Babe, you can take off any damn thing you like."&nbsp; The woman might have been a little too girly for her taste, if it wasn't for the scowl she'd been giving the big dude, and the hot haircut. As it stood, she was totally munchable... "Ryder Monroe. Sister lives upstairs, just in town for a visit." Looking at Damon, she frowned. "No shit? You like, literally can't recognize faces? Serious bad trip. Must fuck up your sex life pretty bad, too."<br><br>Leaning past them both, she looked at the restaurant flyer, grunted, nodded. "Gotta love a chick who can cook. I can just about boil an egg without setting the water on fire." Flashing a quick grin at Martina- sneaking a peek at the gap in her blouse, she straightened up. "Actually, that's why I came over. Not that playin' marriage counsellor to two strangers isn't just hella fun. I need to hunt up some groceries for Liz before she has to go to work. What's close?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>03-02-2015, 04:17:51</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/88/2b/7a/882b7a8e5773e2ce3bc7f8b7dcefca89.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Eiryn Grim<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> at Isis'<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Isis<br><br><strong>Content:</strong> Breakfast negotiations<br><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> skirt (http://hottopic.scene7.com/is/image/HotTopic/10019625_hi?wid=1360); tights (https://encrypted-tbn3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQvKIbV6Xeikf_mcu8KpvvRsB0mkYqTLezHPY4Rn7bkiuDQHBsk); turtleneck (http://cached.bensilver.com/RS/SR/Product/61/hlj-a_R.jpg); jacket (http://anf.scene7.com/is/image/anf/anf_71842_01_prod1?$productMain-anf$); boots (http://img.auctiva.com/imgdata/0/9/8/9/8/0/webimg/442425188_o.jpg); choker. (http://passionforprying.files.wordpress.com/2013/02/8ba786d6ddfd034b8f7583edcdd69c8d.jpg)<br><hr><br>Not surprisingly, Eiryn had deft hands, passing stuff with&nbsp; a minimum of fuss, and quick-scrubbing the potatoes before passing them over. The whole time, she watched Isis' hands and face while she cooked, laughing at last. "You ain't kidding girl. Ma does it all that exact same way. I always burned the damn potatoes, so she banished my scrawny ass form the kitchen." Scooping up the plates, she set them on a better eating surface, and tried to ignore Isis' flirting. With little success.<br><br>Pleasure before business- she nibbled a couple of bits of potato and a sizable slug of omelette before answering, using the same compact, precise motions. "Need to check the schedule at Eden. I may be tendin' bar tonight. Would you be up for a late night, if I am?&nbsp; Otherwise, yeah, after you get off'd be fine." A tiny bit of egg escaped as she grinned. "Damn, that's good. I hope your coffee's as good as your food. If it is, I'm likely gonna be supporting you. Anyway..."&nbsp; Back to the food for a minute, clearly thinking. "Got a couple of pose concepts I want to try out. I've got prop clothes at the loft." Almost apologetically, she said, "Not the first live model I've used, you know?" Then she grimaced.<br><br>"And since everyone <em>always</em> asks, yeah, I've fucked one or two of 'em, too. So there's all that prurient interest out of the way. Not like it's a job requirement, just happens some times, you know?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>03-02-2015, 09:05:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www1.pictures.zimbio.com/gi/Kirsten+Vangsness+9th+Annual+GLSEN+Respect+qMvnCXXAfDOl.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Maggie Holloway<br><strong>Location:</strong> Her&nbsp; Kitchen<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Hitomi<br><strong>Content:</strong> Disappointment/Anticipation<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Red silk kimono (http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/73/fb/dd/73fbdd6ffe9c0715870d8c75110aee0a.jpg) and slippers (http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/31w7YW9wsrL.jpg), then just an alluring grin and a lot of water droplets.<br><br><hr><br>Maggie giggled as she watched the very sexy naked young woman help clear the breakfast things away. "Heh. Are you trying to get me to take the day off?" She teased. "I would love to see what sort of toys you have in your apartment, but sadly I have work to do my dear."<br><br>She pulled Hitomi into her arms for a kiss. "But once we have the yard area cleared up, I will take you to lunch. There's a new place in town supposed to be opening this weekend, we could go there if they're open. Or there's always the McDonalds on 23rd street...?" Maggie was not serious about McDonalds. She offered the option as a last resort if they couldn't find anywhere else, knowing that Indigo Way was lined with a diverse range of eateries.<br><br>"And I tell you what, sweetie. We could spend tonight in your apartment, if that's what you want, or you could bring your toys down here?" The building manager smiled. "It's up to you, dear. The only thing is, I really ought to be available in case of emergencies, so I would need to leave a note on the door of my place saying I was in yours...?" Maggie didn't know whether Hitomi would want the entire building to know that the two of them were sleeping together. Of course in a community like this it wouldn't stay a secret long anyway.<br><br>"And right now, petal, I'm going to get wet..." Maggie turned and headed for the bathroom, slipping her robe off as she did, then climbed naked into the shower, leaving the bathroom door open so Hitome could join her if she wished.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Letrixia</strong> on <strong>03-02-2015, 18:39:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/d4/3e/16/d43e16b2241d1a7db792fcee22cd2e7c.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Hitomi Hiruma<br><strong>Location:</strong> Maggie's Kitchen<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Maggie<br><strong>Content:</strong> Interesting breakfast<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Birthday suit<br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br><br>Hitomi could not help but to blush, was she really asking her out on a date? "Are you asking me out on a date or something?". She looked at her and then blushed even more, "Ummm okay could be fun...". She wasn't sure about people knowing about her sexuality still even though she was pretty open about it, she knew what Maggie was already it was obvious however people barely knew Hitomi leaving an impression like that could have consequences however it would not be fun if it didn't have any consequences, too boring. She grinned and nodded "I will help you clean the yard area then we can go to eat and then we go to my place I don't care if you leave a note".<br><br>She looked at the woman drop her robe and go to the shower, instantly Hitomi bit her lower lip, "Mmmm this could be fun". She grinned walking to the bathroom leaving the door open as well, she had no idea if anybody was there but the looks of it they were alone. She blushed and peaked inside the shower to see the woman, "Mind if I get in with you?". She slowly moved inside the shower before smiling at the other woman. "We do this where I am from all the time, we even have public baths" she giggled and thought for a minute, "We are also very very kinky city" she laughed and hugged the woman before pressing her ears on her chest almost like a pillow hearing her heartbeat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ForestMagi</strong> on <strong>03-02-2015, 21:16:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://blog.chosenmodels.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/01/DSC00812.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Damon Millican<br><strong>Location:</strong> Parker Commons lobby, out on the street<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dmitri, Jason, Jordan, Martina, Ryder, Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Extricating himself and Dmitri to let the ladies be alone<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> He's still not changing in the lobby. (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=147482125)<br><br><hr><br>Damon only briefly interjected into the ladies's conversation to answer Ryder's questions: "<strong>I don't even recognise my own face in photos or mirrors, but I can still tell who is and isn't attractive to me.</strong>" A short and simple answer, and one he hoped wouldn't set off Martina again. He mentally filed away the fact that Ryder was Liz's sister and staying with her for a bit, and that Martina was currently hotel/couch surfing. He briefly considered offering Martina his couch to crash on, but decided against it; not only would it seem creepy and sketchy as all hell, but he got the distinct impression that even if they hadn't just met 5 minutes ago she would rather chew out her own eyeballs than accept his help with anything. As Ryder and Martina were now having an actual conversation/flirting session, Damon took the moment to check his phone. Text from Jason. Oops. He'd picked the wrong name form his contacts list, and instead of checking on Jordan, had texted Jason instead. His brain was apparently very uncooperative with his plans today, but it wasn't quite too late. First, he replied to Jason:<br><br><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Accidentally fell asleep doing a puzzle and listening to Shakespeare. It was a good puzzle, though, and I'm not really one for costume parties. Busy morning, or not so much?</span></strong></div><br>Then copy-pasted his check-up message and sent it to Jordan:<br><br><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Hey, just checking up on you. Had a good night? Did you get home safely?</span></strong></div><br>Just after hitting send, he heard yet another unfamiliar voice, and turned to look at the new man who had entered the lobby. '<em>I feel like today is going to be very difficult.</em>' he thought, biting his lip, '<em>Three new people in the span of five minutes... Not undoable, but...</em>' He pushed thoughts of failure out of his mind, and properly greeted the newcomer. "<strong>Nice to meet you, Dmitri, I'm Damon. I live just upstairs.</strong>" he introduced himself, "<strong>And if you need coffee... Hmm, Sinfully Sweet is pretty close... It's a bakery and coffeehouse... And a wine bar, I suppose, later in the evening. I could take you there, if you want.<strong>"</strong></strong> He glanced briefly at Ryder and Martina, as a way of silently inviting them along if they wanted to come without putting them too much on the spot, before turning back to Dmitri. Introduction over and offer to guide Dmitri to coffee complete, Damon took a moment to take stock of the man, and gave him a once-over.<br><br>'<em>Hmm... Clearly not a morning person, he barely managed to dress himself before going for coffee.</em>' he thought, '<em>Seems cheery enough, though. Hmm...</em>' Something about Dmitri struck him as strange, and it wasn't the odd ensemble the man was wearing. '<em>I'll figure it out later, probably best not to worry about it too much right now.</em>'
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>04-02-2015, 04:15:04</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/c8/88/e5/c888e5269a9fd9ce9dd07279cbb1c294.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ryder Monroe<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> Parker lobby<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Martina, Damon, Dmitri<br><br><strong>Content:</strong> tea and snark therapy<br><br><strong>Wearing:</strong>something like&nbsp; http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/09/ce/8c/09ce8c448092a08a73e8368a5dc9ccf8.jpg (http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/09/ce/8c/09ce8c448092a08a73e8368a5dc9ccf8.jpg)<br><br><hr><br><br>Ry tore her eyes away from Martina long enough to give a sidelong glance at Dmitri's hangdog appearance. "Dude.&nbsp; You always look like that? If so, we got to be related, 'cause you look like I usually feel in the morning." Then what&nbsp; Damon had said registers. "Sinfully Sw..." She laughed, loudly.&nbsp; "Holy fuck, that's where Lizzy works.&nbsp; She's not even outa bed yet, so I dunno who's makin' coffee over there. I am on a mission!" Striking a butch pose, she held her arm out, hand clenched as if holding a flagpole. "I gotta find her an Egg McMuffin or something before she passes out. Don't think Italian qualifies- out of my budget range right now, anyway."She grinned apologetically art Martina- and leered, just a tiny bit.<br><br>"But hey, bro," she went on, turning back to Damon. "If you're willin' to play guide for a few blocks, I'll tag along. I'll keep shouting people's names at ya, so you can remember who the hell we are."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>04-02-2015, 11:23:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www1.pictures.zimbio.com/gi/Kirsten+Vangsness+9th+Annual+GLSEN+Respect+qMvnCXXAfDOl.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Maggie Holloway<br><strong>Location:</strong> Her&nbsp; private bathroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Hitomi<br><strong>Content:</strong> Definitely <span class="bbc_u"><strong>not</strong></span> Jack Nicholson!<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Shower gel!<br><br><hr><br>Was she asking the girl out? Maggie shrugged, "Yes, I suppose I am. It will be enjoyable if only for the company!" She smiled. "I have no idea what this new place is like food wise, could be great could be awful. But I love trying new things!"<br><br>When Hitomi asked if she could join Maggie in the shower, the older woman laughed softly. "I was hoping you would, sweetie". She wrapped her arms around Hitomi as the girl lowered her head onto Maggie's soft breasts. "Public baths? Hmm... Not sure that is something I would go for. I mean I don't mind sharing a bath or a shower with someone I know", <em>or at least, someone I've fucked</em>, she added silently in her head, "But being stark naked in front of total strangers? I think I'd freak out on that one."<br><br>Her hands gently explored the Japanese woman's body, enjoying the feel of her firm flesh, then reached for the shampoo. "I'm going to wash your hair now, sweetie, then you can wash mine and then when we've washed each other all over, we can see about some colour changes!"<br><br>Maggie shampooed Hitomi's long dark locks, and then allowed the younger woman to do the same to her. After they had rinced, the Building Manager reached for the shower gel and lathered up her hands, then began spreading the stuff generously all over Hitome, making sure she was clean everywhere.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angel Fire</strong> on <strong>04-02-2015, 14:39:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/34cd639b3a7de787ebd6d943c1ef64d5/tumblr_mimirgpQXH1s436oeo2_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Martina Ricci<br><strong>Location:</strong> Parker Commons, common area<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Damon, Ryder, Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Meeting Damon and Ryder, Getting a small eyefull and making some food arrangements<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Martina's outdoor winter outfit (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=147289070) with Her restaurant blouse underneath the parka (http://ep.yimg.com/ay/yhst-5698391348794/ladies-extreme-broadcloth-value-restaurant-blouse-10.gif)<br><br>Martina could not help but to let out a small smirk of her own as she finally heard Ryder's name.&nbsp; The name was full of energy and it seemed to suit her as well.&nbsp; She wasn't sure that Ryder was not the girl's real name but if it was, than her parents had to be some sort of hippies that never really came out of the '60s.&nbsp; The flirting from Ryder just made it all better as she finally put her parka on the nearest seat.&nbsp; it was just after she took off her parka that she noticed a raggedy man coming down the stairs looking like he had a long night before all of this.&nbsp; At least he seemed to be sane enough to ask for coffee. <em>Very interesting people around here, that is for sure.</em>&nbsp; She thought to herself as most of those thoughts were about Ryder.... sweet thoughts of wonderful things yet to come, at least that was what she was hoping for.<br><br>Her thoughts seemed to get distracted as Damon explained a little more about his 'condition'.&nbsp; He seemed to be worse than Frank was about faces as she let out a soft sigh.&nbsp; <em>If I have to stay with him, it will be a long hour.&nbsp; I can feel it already.</em>&nbsp; She thought to herself again.&nbsp; Seeing the two men talking out of the corner of her eye, her main focus was on Ryder as she tried to do a little eye ball flirting while hoping that Ryder was enjoying the show as much as she was.&nbsp; She let out a small gasp when she caught Ryder exploding as if she was forgetting something.&nbsp; Ahh yes... food... but it was not for her, it was for her sister.&nbsp; &nbsp;Seeing the apologetic grin from Ryder, it was then that she decided to play the owner card for her restaurant.... just this one time.<br><br><strong>"Italian may be out of your budget but not out of mine."</strong>&nbsp; She let out a hopeful grin to Ryder as she pulled out her own phone and made a couple of texts to her front end manager, Nicole.&nbsp; Looking back up at Ryder, she was satisfied with the results.&nbsp; <strong>"I hope that your sister doesn't mind a breakfast burger.&nbsp; Don't worry about paying me back... just yet.&nbsp; For now, it is on me but I may be coming back for some sweet payment later tonight when all of this craziness of my opening day is over."</strong>&nbsp; She winked back with a happy grin while making one last part of her explanation.&nbsp; <strong>"Its the perks of owning your own restaurant.&nbsp; Shall we get some coffee?"</strong>&nbsp; She asked, while putting her parka back on and getting ready to brave the cold.&nbsp; She decided to set the rest of her flyers down onto an end table for the rest of the inhabitants of the complex to take a look at while getting ready for what could be a wild and crazy hour ahead.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>04-02-2015, 16:25:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1138.photobucket.com/albums/n534/MaidensElf/Heart_Tattoo_ideas_for_men_chest_zpsc028bb45.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dmitri Fleming (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=216294.msg10941830#msg10941830)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Parker Commons lobby, heading out.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Damon, Ryder, Martina, Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Meeting neighbors,&nbsp; searching for coffee<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Old dark sweat pants, old Bears sweat shirt, tattered terry cloth robe, and pink bunny slippers<br><hr><br>Dmitri smiled at Damon, as the first of the three to respond to him. ”It's nice to meet you too, Damon.” It was clear that he was studying the young trying to put face and name into his still sleep fogged brain. ”I just moved into the other building. So I guess we are neighbors.” He blinked in surprise at not directions to someplace to get coffee but an offer to show him to a place. ”Sure that would great. Guiding me is probably a good idea right now, I don't function too well until I get my coffee. Bakery too you say, A bit of breakfast would go well with the coffee.” As Damon then looked to the two ladies he too looked their way again. Damon was not moving yet so D would just wait as he had no idea where to go without the guide.<br><br>Then the little blonde, yes, she was blonde and not bad looking looked and moved their direction. At her exclamation about his appearance D looked down at himself then back up to her. ”Not all the time, just pre-coffee. Nothing happens for me until I get my coffee.” When she went on to talk about somebody named Lizzy working at the place suggested, but is not out of bed yet he just blinked. At her stance and declaration that she is on a mission he chuckles. As she turned an apologetic glance to the brunette after mentioning Italian he looked to the other woman. ”Oh, I love Italian, especially their coffee.”<br><br>Even in his fog D could not miss the obvious sexual attraction between the two ladies and fell silent until the brunette finished and made it clear she too was going to be joining them for coffee. He pulled his robe tighter around himself preparing a bit of a walk in the cold. ”So, you own an Italian restaurant? Is it nearby? I would certainly be interesting in checking it out.” He looked down at himself again. ”After I have gotten my coffee and cleaned up.”<br><br>Dmitri looked to include all three. ”Y'all don't mind being seen in public with me do you?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Letrixia</strong> on <strong>04-02-2015, 18:20:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/d4/3e/16/d43e16b2241d1a7db792fcee22cd2e7c.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Hitomi Hiruma<br><strong>Location:</strong> Maggie's Kitchen<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Maggie<br><strong>Content:</strong> Interesting breakfast<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Birthday suit<br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br>Hitomi looked at her and began to giggle, "hehe no worries, in Japan nudity is not as taboo as its in here. The baths are a common place to go just like going out to eat in a fast food is just a matter of what is best for the moment". She grinned and shook her head, "As well as siblings washing the back and hair of each other, also common in Japan even younger kids do that". She looked at her as she grabbed the shampoo and nodded before turning around so she could have access to her hair. Since she was way taller than her it was easy for the woman to wash Hitomis hair quite easily. Closing her eyes she just hummed out loud a soft Japanese lullaby, she knew the woman would not understand it but she also knew that she would like it.<br><br>The song was very soft and the tune of the words were very passive as well. Finally when it was rinsed out she started with the shower gel which made her blush the hand to skin contact. Saying nothing she just moved her hair out of the way so she could wash her back, "You know... I would need to go back to my place first anyways so I can change, I will not go to eat wearing the devil outfit!". She forgot completely about that outfit since it was the only one that she wore to the party. Blushing she nodded as the girl finished and then she turned around to look at her, " You have beautiful hair Maggie-sempai" she blushed and poured some water on her hair before starting to wash her hair softly. She began to hum once again but this time the humming was a bit sad and the song had a bit of an effect on Hitomi as she washed her hair. She was serious and almost as in remembering old memories, when she realized what was happening she blushed and nodded, "Sorry bout that".
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>06-02-2015, 05:46:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/cc/b8/8f/ccb88fa477ea0ab73d1caa294c312a7f.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Isis Hastings<br><strong>Location:</strong> Her apartment<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Eiryn<br><strong>Content:</strong> Breakfast <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> http://www.polyvore.com/isis_ocn/set?id=147610960<br><hr><br>Isis grinned slightly as Eiryn complimented the breakfast. "Thanks, up until I was 17...I could barely boil an egg without fucking it up. Yeah...that bad. My aunt took me in and taught me everythin she knew so you can thank her for that. I hope the coffee's to your likin. Its easier at work. Grind the beans myself..well..when I'm not able to, Liz does. She's good." She moaned softly as she took a bite. "Turned out even better than usual, guess you're a good motivator." She smiled.<br><br>"I don't mind late nights, night owl and all that. If you're tending tonight, I could always keep you company til you're done. Either way works for me. I'm not hard to please." She said with a grin upon her full lips, the sleepy was still in her eyes but the food was helping to wake her up. The shower had helped as well. She smiled as Eiryn bluntly admitted that she'd slept with a few of her live models. "Even if it was a requirement, don't think I'd mind." Isis stated simply. "but yeah, I get it. Some things just happen, one thing leads to another and all that."<br><br>Her eyes moved to the clock hanging up in her kitchen and she grimaced before taking a long drink of the fruit/veggie smoothie. "God, these things are delicious. Shit, I gotta go open in an hour or so. Wanna hang out til then? If you're not busy, that is."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>06-02-2015, 06:04:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images5.fanpop.com/image/photos/26400000/Hilary-Duff-3-hilary-duff-26462538-378-500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Liz Monroe<br><strong>Location:</strong> Her apartment then Sinfully Sweet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> No one, at first, and then open.<br><strong>Content:</strong> Waking up and getting ready for the day.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> http://www.polyvore.com/kat_vbd/set?id=136789388<br><hr><br>Liz had been sleeping soundly for almost an hour but rolled over and groaned as she knew she had to get her ass out of bed. She slowly rolled out of bed and stumbled her way into the bathroom so she could shower. After washing her hair and body, she just stood beneath the hot water for a few minutes and turned the water off. She stepped out of the shower and toweled herself off. She would just let her hair air dry, that way it'd be a mix of loose waves and soft curls. After applying some make-up, she checked the weather and figured she should dress a bit more warmly than she usually did. She pulled her clothes on, absolutely loved this outfit.<br><br>She grabbed a pair of sunglasses and made her way down towards the bakery/coffee shop where she worked. She could tell that Isis wasn't there yet so she'd open the place up. It wasn't long before she got some coffee brewing and she inhaled the bold and flavorful scent of the dark liquid magic. She followed the instructions that Isis had taped up in the kitchen for when she wasn't there and got some breakfast pastries all ready for the opening of this place. After arranging them in the glass cases behind the counter before switching the sign from closed to open.<br><br>She got out her phone and shot Ryder a text. 'Don't worry bout breakfast, I decided to come in early. Just stop by some time or something, see ya later.'
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Letrixia</strong> on <strong>06-02-2015, 19:31:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/stephenking/images/8/8f/1384943687077_cutie-chloe-chloe-moretz-31234359-1707-2560.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20131127081114)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Denise Matthews<br><strong>Location:</strong> Parker Commons Ground area<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> N/A, Open<br><strong>Content:</strong>Getting bags off the taxy!<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Long black jeans, white shirt, hat [optional]<br><hr><br>Matty looked outside the window as the driver made his way on the streets to her new home. She had already settled things and got the keys from the owner and had the appartment number, sending all the heavy stuff beforehand she now takes the bags that contained the most important stuff. With enough on her pocket to last a few months she knew that she had to find a new job otherwise she would be in for trouble but in a city like this she doubted that she would have any trouble with it, aside from her gender.<br><br>She knew however or at least she was told that this city was very lenient on transgendered people reason why she made it here. As the taxy driver stopped in front of a building she nodded and gave him cash to pay for the trip. The man smiled and pocketed the money before getting out and opening the trunk which was filled with four big bags full of stuff. “Appartment 108... wonder on what floor it's that darn room” she got a small room to start knowing full well that she would not need much, as long as she had internet the rest was easy.<br><br>She sighed as she noticed the guy putting all of her bags on the corner of the building, “Thanks”. She nodded shaking his hand and watching him leave. “Bastard could at least help me get these things inside” shaking her head she placed her hands on her waist and sighed, “Now how to get these things up to my place.&nbsp; She sighed and scratched the back of her head before she decided to start trying at least.<br><br>Grabbing one of the bags with wheels she began to pull them up the stairs while she had another bag on her back. Clearly she was doing more than she bargained for the drugs that she took taking away most of the strenght she could have, “Mom... you bitch”. Shaking her head she finally pulled the wheeled bag inside the building before going down the stairs and picking up another bag and slowly bringing it up the stairs. <br><br>She looked very strange, a girl without barely anything in muscle trying to lift heavy bags. Some of those bags she had to drag through the floor until she got to the building. “Now if this place doesn't have any elevators I am fucked” she shook her head. If people knew about her she was sure that nobody would come to help thinking that she was a freak but she didn't care she could handle her own more than enough.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>07-02-2015, 02:40:54</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/c8/88/e5/c888e5269a9fd9ce9dd07279cbb1c294.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ryder Monroe<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> Parker lobby<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Martina, Damon, Dmitri<br><br><strong>Content:</strong> In search of food<br><br><strong>Wearing:</strong>something like&nbsp; http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/09/ce/8c/09ce8c448092a08a73e8368a5dc9ccf8.jpg (http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/09/ce/8c/09ce8c448092a08a73e8368a5dc9ccf8.jpg)<br><br><hr><br>A burger joke was on the tip of her tongue- but fur, not breakfast- when her phone buzzed at her. "Sec."&nbsp; Tugging it out, she peered at the text, frowned. "Well. Fuck you then, bitch. Try to do somethin' nice for someone..." All smiles, she turned back to the crowd.<br><br>"Looks like I'm off the hook for delivery detail. So coffee sounds good- an' I can kick my sister's ass for jerking me around. Orrrr...." Her grin fixed on Martina. "You could show me your burger." There!&nbsp; She'd gotten the joke in anyway, bad as it was. "Or both. Hell, I'm easy."&nbsp; Also true- sorta. "But whatever we're doin', let's get to it, huh? I got a hangover like you wouldn't believe." Looking Dimitri over, she smirked. "You look like we're babysitting your sorry ass, and it's past bedtime. You know you're gonna freeze your pecker off out there, right?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>07-02-2015, 02:47:55</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/88/2b/7a/882b7a8e5773e2ce3bc7f8b7dcefca89.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Eiryn Grim<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> at Isis'<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Isis<br><br><strong>Content:</strong> Trying to be responsible.<br><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> skirt (http://hottopic.scene7.com/is/image/HotTopic/10019625_hi?wid=1360); tights (https://encrypted-tbn3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQvKIbV6Xeikf_mcu8KpvvRsB0mkYqTLezHPY4Rn7bkiuDQHBsk); turtleneck (http://cached.bensilver.com/RS/SR/Product/61/hlj-a_R.jpg); jacket (http://anf.scene7.com/is/image/anf/anf_71842_01_prod1?$productMain-anf$); boots (http://img.auctiva.com/imgdata/0/9/8/9/8/0/webimg/442425188_o.jpg); choker. (http://passionforprying.files.wordpress.com/2013/02/8ba786d6ddfd034b8f7583edcdd69c8d.jpg)<br><hr><br>Conflict was clear on Eiryn's face. For sure, she'd like to spend more time with her lovely neighbor- but she'd already spent far more awake time socializing than she was used to.&nbsp; And there was work to be done.<br><br>"Look, Ari- I'd really like to hang..." She grimaced. "But I gotta check my messages, need to fight with the venue manager for my show comin' up. Still need to find a band, after last night's emo fit. And if I'm not drawing for too long, I get twitchy, you know?"&nbsp; The words annoyed her- they sounded lame, almost like a 'had fun, will call you some time' sorta text message. Even as she spoke her hands moved, tiny random arcs in the air, like she wanted to talk with her hands, but wasn't sure what to say.<br><br>"I, uh...usually wind down around noon, one o'clock for a while. If I'm awake at all, which I'm gonna be now, since I slept so well..." Blushing a bit, she gulped the rest of her glass of nasty-looking but good-tasting veg blend. "I can call you? Or...hell, whyn't I just come by when I come up for air an' need some noms?&nbsp; If it's quiet, we can sneak out for half an hour, if you're slammed, I can just hang there?"<br><br>Her hands finally settled, one coming up to rest on Isis' on the counter. "Not blowin' you off, girl- not really, just..." An eloquent shrug distorted one narrow shoulder. "It's how I am. I work, I eat, I party a little, I sleep a little, I go back to work."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>07-02-2015, 09:55:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/cc/b8/8f/ccb88fa477ea0ab73d1caa294c312a7f.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Isis Hastings<br><strong>Location:</strong> Her apartment<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Eiryn<br><strong>Content:</strong> Breakfast and/or slight disappointment <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> http://www.polyvore.com/isis_ocn/set?id=147610960<br><hr><br>Isis saw the conflict on Eiryn's face and inwardly sighed, she was doing what she always did when she found someone that she liked- in a little more than a 'let's just be friends' kinda way. She tended to want to spend as much time as was possible with them to get to know them, it was annoying..she knew, but she'd always done it. Even the most attractive people had their flaws.<br><br>She nodded as the other woman spoke, slight disappointment building up inside of her but Isis had always had a good poker face. She'd even learned how to keep most emotions out of her eyes, it was extremely difficult because she was a terrible liar but this wasn't lying...more like bluffing or something of the sort. She didn't know much about poker. <br><br>While listening, processing, and trying to think of something to say, Isis finished off her breakfast and the rest of her smoothie. "I get it, you have work to do.." She was distracted by the ping of a text message. "I guess I do, too, Liz just asked if she could open early." She didn't move her eyes from Eiryn as she sent Liz a text back. "Yeah...come by or something later. I'll probably be in the back if we're not busy. Either baking or putting together playlists."<br><br>She smiled slightly as Eiryn's hand came up to rest upon her own."Don't worry bout it, really. I get a little antsy when I'm not doing something productive, unless I'm high. Even when I'm high, I still find it difficult to keep still." She stood, slowly slipping her hand from beneath the other woman's so she could take both of their plates and rinse them off before putting them into the dishwasher. She stepped over to one of the smaller cabinets, where she kept her meds, and took out a medicine organizer. Opening the little Saturday box, she popped the four pills into her mouth and swallowed them.<br><br>"So...yeah. It's no biggie, although, it'd probably be easier to call me if you actually had my number." Isis reached for a slip of paper and wrote down her name and number...her handwriting was a mixture of print and cursive. She stepped back over to the table and slid it over to Eiryn with another smile. "There ya go." <em>Okay, Isis, pull back a little. She's not the type you're used to and you just have to deal with that. Calm down and don't get all clingy and whatnot.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angel Fire</strong> on <strong>08-02-2015, 19:48:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/34cd639b3a7de787ebd6d943c1ef64d5/tumblr_mimirgpQXH1s436oeo2_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Martina Ricci<br><strong>Location:</strong> Parker Commons, common area<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Damon, Ryder, Dimitri, Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Meeting Dimitri, Getting to know Ryder, Tagging along for the ride<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Martina's outdoor winter outfit (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=147289070) with Her restaurant blouse underneath the parka (http://ep.yimg.com/ay/yhst-5698391348794/ladies-extreme-broadcloth-value-restaurant-blouse-10.gif)<br><br>It seemed to her that yes, they would have to be babysitting Dimitri as she hoped that he would wake up very soon.&nbsp; Answering his questions, she let out the response in almost a rapid fire action.&nbsp; <strong>"Yes, it is just two blocks down the street.&nbsp; Don't worry about heading over now, we are not open yet but the Grand Opening is today... in about an hour or so."</strong>&nbsp; She explained to Dimirti, still looking at him and letting out a soft sigh before her attention was turned towards Ryder.<br><br>Hearing the explanation about not needing food from Ryder's sister, she saw the grin from Ryder while hearing the joke.&nbsp; In return, she let out a grin of her own as she responded back, letting herself loose a little more with the more that she was getting to know Ryder.&nbsp; <strong>"I will eventually show you my burger... but you will have to earn the wonderful, mouth watering sight."&nbsp; </strong>She responded back in the same tone of voice that Ryder gave to her during the joke.&nbsp; <em>'She is getting to be more and more interesting by the second.&nbsp; I am really liking her... very much'</em>&nbsp; She thought to herself as she then heard Ryder's comments about Dimitri's way of dressing.&nbsp; <strong>"She's right.&nbsp; First it could be your pecker and then your fingers.&nbsp; Hard to get yourself off after that, wouldn't it?"<strong></strong></strong>&nbsp; She sort of joked but spoke a truth at the same time.&nbsp; Yes, it was pretty damn cold as she was glad that she was wearing her parka.&nbsp; She really hoped that Dimitri wouldn't catch a cold because if coffee couldn't wake him up, the cold outside most likely would.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lux12</strong> on <strong>09-02-2015, 18:18:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/7DlWgbd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Liam Vang<br><strong>Location:</strong> Immortal Instruments upstairs and then Sinfully Sweet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Who so ever is present<br><strong>Content:</strong> Walking, sugar fix <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Something like this <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/fc/bc/a6/fcbca603ff1f66a02e15242217a6a5b8.jpg</div></div> and a longer version of&nbsp; this <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">http://misona.info/images/punk_skirt.jpg</div></div> and a fake fur coat<br><hr><br>Liam despite his seemingly boundless energy, found himself feeling a bit more sluggish than usual. He checked his phone for the time and then called out to one of his employees. "Gina hon, could you watch things while I step out? I've got a serious craving for something sweet and God knows being this fabulous requires energy." Liam was also simply making an excuse to step out. When business was slow, he would find excuses to focus on something else. He was by no means neglectful or lazy, but he did not handle boredom well. With that, he pulled his faux-fur coat out, wrapped it around his lithe frame and stepped outside. He hummed the melancholy Comfortably Numb by Pink Floyd as he made his way to Sinfully Sweet. There was no obvious explanation for how he managed to hum such a depressing songs with a smile on his face. Some might have taken it as an attempt to signal to others that he was in serious internal agony despite his playful demeanor, but the truth was far less fantastic. Liam simply hummed whatever he felt like humming when the mood struck him.<br><br>So, he practically sashayed his way down the side walk, taking in the sights and sounds of the morning. The crossdresser occasionally glanced around as his eyes searched for any sign of an outfit or article of clothing he might wish to acquire for himself. Once he finally arrived, he pushed the door open and stepped inside with a calm one might not have expected from him. "Good morning everyone." he said with the familiar smile upon his face. It was at this moment he seemed to strike subtle pose, if such a thing exists. If nothing else could be said, it was that his flair for the dramatic seemed to verge on being a reflex over which he had little control. Such was his nature.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ForestMagi</strong> on <strong>12-02-2015, 02:23:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://blog.chosenmodels.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/01/DSC00812.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Damon Millican<br><strong>Location:</strong> Parker Commons Lobby<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dmitri, Martina, Ryder, Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Change of clothes.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> It's still the same. (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=147482125)<br><br><hr><br>Damon listened patiently as Ryder and Martina gave Dmitri the stranger's equivalent of the 'put on a sweater' speech mothers... Wait, did anyone's mother actually tell them that? Damon couldn't recall either his mother or his nanny ever telling him to put a sweater on... Not that that meant much, given how scatterbrained he was being today. He was vaguely aware of Ryder and Martina flirting more brazenly with each other, and much more aware of the nagging feeling at the back of his brain about Dmirti. It would have been infuriating if Damon was in an irritable mood, but as it stood was merely a mild annoyance. As his brain came full circle to the problem the cold presented to the man wearing a bathrobe and bunny slippers, Damon snapped his fingers quietly again and rather abruptly began fiddling with his bag.<br><br>"<strong>I have a spare sweater and socks in my bag...</strong>" he said, undoing the clasps and rifling through the mess, "<strong>And... I think they should fit? Sweater is pretty baggy on me, so that shouldn't be a problem, and unless your feet are larger than size 11, the socks should be fine, too.</strong>" He continued to sift through the bag as he spoke, the sound of crinkling paper occasionally interrupted by the rattle of pills. "<strong>Um... Hmph... Ah, there we go.</strong>" He finally extracted a lumpy forest green wool sweater and a balled-up pair of black socks from the depths of his bag, and held them out to Dmitri. "<strong>"It's faster than going upstairs to change, right?</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>12-02-2015, 04:21:11</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/88/2b/7a/882b7a8e5773e2ce3bc7f8b7dcefca89.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Eiryn Grim<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> at Isis'<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Isis<br><br><strong>Content:</strong> Cleaning up<br><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> skirt (http://hottopic.scene7.com/is/image/HotTopic/10019625_hi?wid=1360); tights (https://encrypted-tbn3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQvKIbV6Xeikf_mcu8KpvvRsB0mkYqTLezHPY4Rn7bkiuDQHBsk); turtleneck (http://cached.bensilver.com/RS/SR/Product/61/hlj-a_R.jpg); jacket (http://anf.scene7.com/is/image/anf/anf_71842_01_prod1?$productMain-anf$); boots (http://img.auctiva.com/imgdata/0/9/8/9/8/0/webimg/442425188_o.jpg); choker. (http://passionforprying.files.wordpress.com/2013/02/8ba786d6ddfd034b8f7583edcdd69c8d.jpg)<br><hr><br>Eiryn smirked. "Well, I could just lean out my window and yell <strong>'anybody seen a sexy baker?</strong>'"&nbsp; Tucking the note away, she repeated the process for herself. "This is my cel- uh. Seriously, you're gonna get voice mail, the first time you call. Even if I hear it, if I'm on a roll, I ignore it. But I'll call back. Here, let me get that." She scooped up the empty dishes, plopped them in the sink, and started scrubbing.<br><br>Chuckling, she suggested," If you're <em>desperate</em> to see me, just come by the club- you've been to Eden, right?- and ring the bell by the old service elevator in back. Lean on the bitch. That bell is REAL annoying. It'll get action pretty quick." It wasn't long before she had the breakfast dishes spotless and in the rack.&nbsp; "Speakin' of which- I really got to get going, hun." Walking to Isis, the artist took her hand, hesitated- and brushed her lips across the other woman's. "See you later, yeah?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>12-02-2015, 04:29:09</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/c8/88/e5/c888e5269a9fd9ce9dd07279cbb1c294.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ryder Monroe<br><br><br><strong>Location:</strong> Parker lobby<br><br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Martina, Damon, Dmitri, Denise<br><br><br><strong>Content:</strong> In search of food<br><br><br><strong>Wearing:</strong>something like&nbsp; http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/09/ce/8c/09ce8c448092a08a73e8368a5dc9ccf8.jpg (http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/09/ce/8c/09ce8c448092a08a73e8368a5dc9ccf8.jpg)<br><br><br><hr><br>The eyeroll that greeted Martina's own burger sally should have popped them out of Ryder's head. "Oh, yeah, like yours is made of gold? Like I haven't heard <em>that</em> before." Still, she had to give the girl props for not freaking out. Her grin took the edge off her snark some.&nbsp; If she could keep up her end, the restaurant chick could turn out to be fun for a while.<br><br>Then, bizarreness upon bizarreness, memoryboi- uh, Damon, was offering Dmitri a change of clothes...right there. "Whoo!&nbsp; Skin show!," she shouted, clapping loudly (like she did nearly everything), and nudging Martina with a bony elbow. "Got a camera?&nbsp; This shit's got to be worth something."<br><br>As she looked past Dmitri, though, she saw a blonde woman in the lobby, fighting with enough luggage to open a Vuitton store. "Hey!" Tossing her chin, she tried to attract the others' attention to the newcomer. "Somebody order Chinese? Like a whole fucking LOT of Chinese?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Letrixia</strong> on <strong>12-02-2015, 04:47:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/stephenking/images/8/8f/1384943687077_cutie-chloe-chloe-moretz-31234359-1707-2560.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20131127081114)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Denise Matthews<br><strong>Location:</strong> Parker Commons Ground area<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> N/A, Open<br><strong>Content:</strong>Getting bags off the taxy!<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Long black jeans, white shirt, hat [optional]<br><hr><br>She noticed a person approaching her and speaking to her, she dropped the bag she was trying to carry and stuck her tongue out in a playful mood. "Yeah you would want chinese food don't ya? I am afraid I may not carry such good news, I am the new resident in this place... room 108... name is Danny pleasure to meet you". She smiled and offered her hand for him to shake, there was a truck there a couple of days ago getting the heavy stuff to the apartment and now Dany was there. "You can also call me Matty, whatever you want" she smiled trying to be as friendly as she could to the person that seemed to be a resident.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>12-02-2015, 20:02:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1138.photobucket.com/albums/n534/MaidensElf/Heart_Tattoo_ideas_for_men_chest_zpsc028bb45.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dmitri Fleming (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=216294.msg10941830#msg10941830)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Parker Commons lobby, heading out.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Damon, Ryder, Martina, Danny, Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Meeting neighbors,&nbsp; searching for coffee<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Old dark sweat pants, old Bears sweat shirt, tattered terry cloth robe, and pink bunny slippers<br><hr><br>As the yet to be named blonde commented on his clothing Dmitri glanced down at himself before looking back up. He was just about to reply when the also unnamed brunette added her comment about freezing his pecker off and then his fingers. With a grin he stuck his hands in the pockets of the and moved both hands to cover his crotch. ”The robe has pockets and if things get really bad I can put all three together for shared warmth. We have survived colder with less on and yet I still have all my fingers and don't seem to have too much trouble making the ladies happy. Still have everything and it all works as it should. It's just a bit chilly out today is all.”<br><br>Then Damon, at least somebody had introduced himself, offered a sweater and pair of socks. At first Dmitri just blinked at him. Who carries around spare clothing with them all the time? He was just about to decline not really seeing the need, the chill in the air would help to wake him and maybe he would be at least partially coherent before he got his coffee. However the blonde gets all excited about a “skin show” so he changes his mind and accepts the sweater but politely passes on the socks. He looked down at his bunnies and wiggled them a bit. ”These bunnies are probably the thickest thing I have on, my feet are plenty warm, thank you.”<br><br>Before he has a chance to start the skin show the blonde goes off about somebody ordering a lot of Chinese. Dmitri turned to look and saw another blonde, with much longer hair and he could not help but to smile. She was quite attractive and maybe this one would not be so blatantly into other girls as the other two. Even in his current condition he could not miss the burger jokes between them. As the new girl put down her bag and stepped forward he took a step towards her. Then as she introduced herself, yes somebody else letting her name be known, he took her extended hand and gave it a firm shake. ”Pleasure, Danny. Dmitri or just D. I'm new here too, just moved in yesterday, 210. We were just about to head out for coffee, need coffee. I think we could take a minute to help you get your bags upstairs though.” Without hesitation he grabbed the bag she had just been struggling with picking it up without much difficulty.<br><br>Holding the bag D turned back to the others, primarily the unnamed blonde. ”I think the skin show can wait a minute or two.” He turned back to Danny. ”Unless you would rather wait to get your stuff upstairs.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>14-02-2015, 05:10:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images5.fanpop.com/image/photos/26400000/Hilary-Duff-3-hilary-duff-26462538-378-500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Liz Monroe<br><strong>Location:</strong> Sinfully Sweet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Liam, open.<br><strong>Content:</strong> Working<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> http://www.polyvore.com/kat_vbd/set?id=136789388<br><hr><br>Liz was working on her second cup of coffee and was just finishing up the pastry display of the morning when she heard the little chime that signalled someone entering the shop. She hadn't had many customers this morning and wondered if it was a regular or someone new. She turned and smiled when she saw who it was. "Mornin' Liam." She'd turned on one of the many playlists that Isis had made and , at this very moment, Bang Bang by Melanie Fiona (https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=VsFtboDa7Is (https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=VsFtboDa7Is)) was playing. Liz couldn't help but to move her hips along to the beat as it played.<br><br>"How ya doing? Nice outfit." She grinned. "Could I interest you in our drink of the morning? White chocolate caramel macchiatto, either hot or iced." She loved that particular coffee but had to have it hot, cold coffee did nothing for her. She hadn't been able to write it on the small-ish chalk board, that told customers about specials of the day and whatnot, yet but she'd get to that.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>14-02-2015, 06:19:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/cc/b8/8f/ccb88fa477ea0ab73d1caa294c312a7f.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Isis Hastings<br><strong>Location:</strong> Her apartment<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Eiryn<br><strong>Content:</strong> After breakfast, getting ready to leave.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> http://www.polyvore.com/isis_ocn/set?id=147610960<br><hr><br>Isis laughed softly at the sexy baker comment, slightly hiding the blush that came to her cheeks by turning her head a bit. She took the slip of paper from Eiryn with a smile. "I think you mentioned something about that earlier, getting lost in work is a blessing and a curse, huh?" She did understand that. "If I'm in the middle of figuring out a tricky decoration....I don't leave the room until I get it right. I obsess and work at it until it's just right." She shrugged. "Thanks." She offered up as Eiryn grabbed the dishes from her and washed/rinsed them. Isis dried them and put them up, she didn't like things out of place. Especially in her living space.<br><br>"Um...I've been there a few times, not really the club type, but I like music and I like alcohol and when I do make it to a club...I like to enjoy the experience fully." She smiled and listened while Eiryn spoke about the bell by the service elevator. "I've been back there before, yeah...I know where it is. Maybe I will come by, who knows? " There was a smirk upon her lips but that smirk was quickly erased and replaced with a small smile as Eiryn brushed her lips over her own. "Yeah, I'll see you later. Gotta get to work and all that but first," Isis' hands moved up to the sides of Eiryn's face and she pulled her in for a real kiss. She abstained from any tongue, she didn't know if it was too soon for that or not. She pulled back after a couple of moments. "I figured we both could use some semblance of a real kiss. Okay, you can go now." She grinned before opening the door of her apartment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lux12</strong> on <strong>14-02-2015, 23:00:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/7DlWgbd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Liam Vang<br><strong>Location:</strong> Sinfully Sweet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Liz, Who so ever is present<br><strong>Content:</strong> talking, sugar fix <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Something like this <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/fc/bc/a6/fcbca603ff1f66a02e15242217a6a5b8.jpg</div></div> and a longer version of&nbsp; this <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">http://misona.info/images/punk_skirt.jpg</div></div> and a fake fur coat<br><hr>"Thank you dear. I'm quite well . Feeling a little bit more sluggish than usual. By my standards anyway." he said with a slight, but ever so playful giggle. While the song playing was not particularly his style, his hips began to move to it anyway. "An iced white chocolate caramel macchiato iced would be absolutely lovely right now." Good coffee seemed to constitute a peculiar and particular form of vice for Liam. When it came to drinks, good rum, wine, and coffee constituted a sort of holy trinity for him. Coffee flavored sweets were another favorite indulgence of his.<br><br>"So how are you doing hon? I hope the morning has been treating you well. By the way how's that sister of yours? She seems like a real firecracker." He leaned on the counter just a little as he asked, a hint of puckishness showing through as his ever present smile seemed to widen with that last question he posed to her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>15-02-2015, 06:08:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images5.fanpop.com/image/photos/26400000/Hilary-Duff-3-hilary-duff-26462538-378-500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Liz Monroe<br><strong>Location:</strong> Sinfully Sweet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Liam, open.<br><strong>Content:</strong> Workin talking<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> http://www.polyvore.com/kat_vbd/set?id=136789388<br><hr><br>Liz smiled. "You're quite welcome....coming right up." She stepped behind the counter, pulling on a simple pink apron, before starting to mix the ingredients for the coffee drink together, adding a shot of espresso before finishing the drink. "Oh...I'm good now. Two cups of this stuff and a nap before work. That equals, like, an hour and a half of sleep." She laughed softly. "Here you go, that'll be $4.50."<br><br>At the question about Ryder, she smiled just slighty. "I don't know, really, last time I saw her was around 6 and she went to go get us food while I crashed for a bit. I guess she got held up or something so I came in early. Last night was the first time we'd seen each other in almost four years, ran off from home when we were almost 16. Not sure how well her staying with me's gonna work, she kind of hates me for it but she seems to be doing okay. She'll probably be around here sometime today. If you aren't here, I'll tell her you asked about her." Liz smiled broadly. "Would you like to add a muffin or a scone to that this morning?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lux12</strong> on <strong>15-02-2015, 20:40:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/7DlWgbd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Liam Vang<br><strong>Location:</strong> Sinfully Sweet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Liz, Who so ever is present<br><strong>Content:</strong> talking, sugar fix <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Something like this <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/fc/bc/a6/fcbca603ff1f66a02e15242217a6a5b8.jpg</div></div> and a longer version of&nbsp; this <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">http://misona.info/images/punk_skirt.jpg</div></div> and a fake fur coat<br><hr><br>Liam giggled yet again."Long night I take it?" he said as he withdrew the money from his pocket and placed it down on the counter. He took a sip of the iced caffeine laced beverage and grinned. "Ah yes, just what I needed." Perhaps it was just his mind toying with him, but it seemed that Liam could feel the missing energy he craved surging back to him. Of course, those less familiar with him wouldn't see much of a difference between Liam working on a full charge and when he wasn't. <br><br>The crossdresser's smile morphed into a smirk when she began speaking about Ryder. "Family is such a damned complicated thing isn't it? They can be your best friends and your worst nightmare. Can't say that my siblings and I ever really had any issues with each other beyond what anyone would normally expect, but my father and I had a bit of feud for a while." He took a deep breath before&nbsp; looking back up at Liz. "A muffin would be lovely. Sorry about that. When people mention family issues it sends my mind off to less than glamorous places and I get sucked into my own thoughts."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Letrixia</strong> on <strong>15-02-2015, 20:51:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/stephenking/images/8/8f/1384943687077_cutie-chloe-chloe-moretz-31234359-1707-2560.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20131127081114)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Denise Matthews<br><strong>Location:</strong> Parker Commons Ground area<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dmtri, Open<br><strong>Content:</strong>Getting bags off the taxy!<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Long black jeans, white shirt, hat [optional]<br><hr><br>She looked at the other person arriving and shook his hand as well, “Nice to meet ya Dmitri... that name must be from some movie”. She grinned as she looked at him picking up her bag which was the heaviest without any problem, <em>how I miss that strength </em>. She nodded, “Thank you” she picked up her other bag and began carrying it upstairs to her room. She opened it and looked inside, the furniture were all around as well as the heaviest stuff, “Crap... didn't they have the kindness to arrange my damn furniture?”. She tossed the bag to a corner and sighed, “You can leave the bag on the floor wherever you want”. She shook her head and stretched her back looking through the boxes until she found the one she was looking for. <br><br>“If this gets damaged I will kill them”, she opened the box to take out an Xbox one and a Playstation 4 both in prestine condition and after that another smaller box inside the big one full of games. “Good... everything is in here at least. Sorry but I need to check a few stuff before I can say I can leave”. She took the TV and plugged it in, the tv was a very nice size and looked rather expensive. “Mmmm perfect it works” she nodded and turned it off again before looking at him. “So that is what I was going to do, I am a professional gamer so basically if my TV and games doesn't work I could crash emotionally...”. She giggled and grabbed her purse and nodded at him, “Well?.... I don't have anything to do for now so I will take on your offer for a coffee” 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>16-02-2015, 15:06:32</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/88/2b/7a/882b7a8e5773e2ce3bc7f8b7dcefca89.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Eiryn Grim<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> leaving Isis' and heading for Eden<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Damon, Martina, Ryder, Dmitri and Danny- mostly in passing, but interruptable<br><br><strong>Content:</strong> Running from intimacy<br><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> skirt (http://hottopic.scene7.com/is/image/HotTopic/10019625_hi?wid=1360); tights (https://encrypted-tbn3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQvKIbV6Xeikf_mcu8KpvvRsB0mkYqTLezHPY4Rn7bkiuDQHBsk); turtleneck (http://cached.bensilver.com/RS/SR/Product/61/hlj-a_R.jpg); jacket (http://anf.scene7.com/is/image/anf/anf_71842_01_prod1?$productMain-anf$); boots (http://img.auctiva.com/imgdata/0/9/8/9/8/0/webimg/442425188_o.jpg); choker. (http://passionforprying.files.wordpress.com/2013/02/8ba786d6ddfd034b8f7583edcdd69c8d.jpg)<br><hr><br><br>Even though she had initiated it, the full-on kiss caught Eiryn by surprise, leaving her blushing and fuh-fuhing. She barely managed an "Uh...yeah. See you later, then," before bolting in a rather un-neighborly manner. Part of her (above the neck) was glad to hit the door and reach the relative safety of the hall, and chose to all but run down the stairs rather than wait for the elevator.&nbsp; She told herself it was good for her ass anyway, taking the stairs.<br><br>Everything from tits down wanted to go back into Isis flat, lock the door behind them, and not come up for air for a week. It wasn't<em> just</em> being horny as a rabbit on HRT- the combination of gentleness, shared interest, and shared dysfunctions made the baker a damnably attractive package.&nbsp; And it scared the shit out of her. She was tired of screwing things up by being who she was, and really didn't want either of them to get hurt in the inevitable meltdown...<br><br>Glowering at herself by the time she hit the lobby, she stopped dead, surprised at the crowd.&nbsp; A butch blonde girl was leering at a petite pixie-topped brunette; orbiting them was a not bad-looking guy-model sort. All three were staring at another blonde, and a guy in a bathrobe surrounded by enough luggage to open a department store.&nbsp; It hadn't hit her, until just then, how few of the people living in Parker she really knew. This was more than she had seen at one time since she moved in, if you discounted the party.<br><br>"Uh- hi." It came out distracted-sounding, a bit gravelly, which made her feel like even more of a loser. "I miss a building meeting or somethin'?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>18-02-2015, 03:31:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images5.fanpop.com/image/photos/26400000/Hilary-Duff-3-hilary-duff-26462538-378-500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Liz Monroe<br><strong>Location:</strong> Sinfully Sweet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Liam, open.<br><strong>Content:</strong> Workin, talking<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> http://www.polyvore.com/kat_vbd/set?id=136789388<br><hr><br>Liz smiled with a coy shrug. "An extremely long night but I had fun. Thank ya." She replied as she took the offered money and put it in the register. "What kind of muffin would you like. We have double chocolate chip, banana walnut, blueberry, and cranberry orange today. I highly recommend the banana walnut or the cranberry orange." She grinned and could feel her own energy rising from the espresso and sugar. She was feeling much better now.<br><br>She sighed with a small smile on her lips. "Yes, it surely is. We were each other's anchor and then I just left. Granted, I fell completely in love with who I ran off with, but I still felt and feel horrible about it. Hopefuly we can get back to at least being civil to one another. I love her, I mean she's my sister...my twin. My parents would barely talk to me when I came home looking for her so yeah...that's the story. For now, anyways. She's supposed to stop by here sometime today, probably soon-ish." There was a faraway look in Liz's eyes but she shook it off. "Oh...don't worry about it, I know the feeling. Subject change, how's work been lately? I really should stop by sometime."<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>18-02-2015, 03:57:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/cc/b8/8f/ccb88fa477ea0ab73d1caa294c312a7f.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Isis Hastings<br><strong>Location:</strong> Her apartment<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Eiryn<br><strong>Content:</strong> Slightly amused and going for a walk before work.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> http://www.polyvore.com/isis_ocn/set?id=147610960<br><hr><br>Isis didn't do what she really wanted to do-- which was pull Eiryn back into her apartment, lock the door, and spend all day in bed or wherever they ended up-- but she didn't. It wasn't just physical, she felt a connection to the flawed artist. It was a kindred spirit kind of thing. She didn't know if she'd messed up with that kiss, did she just scare the woman away? It was cute, though, the blushing and the slight stammer in Eiryn's voice as she spoke after the kiss.<br><br>When the other woman bolted into the hallway, Isis rolled her eyes slightly. It wasn't in a bitchy way, just sometimes it was like an involuntary thing for her. She almost immeditately felt unsure of herself and stupid for what she'd done. She went into her bedroom and knelt on the floor next to her bed to reach for the small locked box underneath the bed. She grabbed her favoprite pipe and got out enough herb for a few bowls. Glancing out the window, Isis looked out for anyone who'd be able to see her, before loading a bowl and proceeding to smoke all three bowls with the window open. After she felt more relaxed and calm, she sprayed some burnt sugar body spray around her bedroom and sprited herself with her favorite perfume...Curious by Britney Spears.<br><br>Isis grabbed her coat and purse before locking up her apartment. She didn't know where Eiryn had run off to so she walked over to the elevator and pressed the button for the ground floor. She immediately spotted the group-- Eiryn included-- and did her best to walk past them unseen. She didn't think that she could face Eiryn at the moment and she sighed softly as she made it outside. The cold, fresh air did a hell of a job of waking her up and she always enjoyed walks before heading into the bakery. She knew Liz could hold the place down until she got there.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lux12</strong> on <strong>20-02-2015, 04:07:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/7DlWgbd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Liam Vang<br><strong>Location:</strong> Sinfully Sweet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Liz, Who so ever is present<br><strong>Content:</strong> talking, sugar fix <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Something like this <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/fc/bc/a6/fcbca603ff1f66a02e15242217a6a5b8.jpg</div></div> and a longer version of&nbsp; this <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">http://misona.info/images/punk_skirt.jpg</div></div> and a fake fur coat<br><hr>"I think I'll go with the chocolate chip." he said as he reached into an inner coat pocket for a few bills. "Sounds like quite a fairy tale love story you had going if it compelled you to run off. It makes me feel jealous I have nothing to compare. Many see the skirt, the make up, and jewelry and think I can't possibly be interested." he said with a chuckle. Talking about relationships always filled Liam with a sense of melancholy being that his own history was sparse. However, he did not want to talk about exes and other such matters right then.<br><br>"Works going fine. It seems like I've been getting more customers than usual lately. Though for the life of me I couldn't tell you why. Maybe they're just so in awe of my glam." he exclaimed with a boisterous laugh raising one arm into the air dramatically. "Aside from that I've just been doing gigs wherever I can. Seems like demand for my art is increasing, but no one big wants to sign me yet. They probably don't think they can market a crossdressing prog rocker. Which perplexes the ever loving shit out of me since David Bowie and every other band in the eighties made a killing."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ForestMagi</strong> on <strong>20-02-2015, 23:12:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://blog.chosenmodels.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/01/DSC00812.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Damon Millican<br><strong>Location:</strong> Parker Commons Lobby<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Danny, Dmitri, Eiryn, Martina, Ryder, Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Change of clothes.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> It's still the same. (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=147482125)<br><br><hr><br>Damon hesitated slightly before nodding and putting the socks back in his bag. '<em>I guess I'll just take his word for it...</em>' he told himself, before looking back up to see Dmitri... Across the room, talking to someone else. Ryder had already called to the person, which he'd heard but not really registered fully, and he turned to look at the newcomer as she shouted back. He let out a pained squeak as he sorted through so many new voices in his head, assigning them in a frenzy that left his face blank for several moments. The word '<em>Damn</em>' ran through his head multiple times as he sorted it all out, and by the time he'd come out of his daze, Dmitri and the new girl had gone.<br><br>"<strong>Um...</strong>" he mumbled to himself, and looked at Ryder and Martina, dreading asking the latter for some help in what the hell had happened while he was sorting through all the new people, but faced with no real choice. He did, at the very least, note that the bags the lady had been struggling with were now gone, so he as inattentive as he might have been, he wouldn't sound like he was totally clueless as to what happened. "<strong>I missed both her name and where they went... I assume new tenant, given the bags, but what room number? Did... Either of you hear?</strong>"<br><br>As a familiar voice reached his ears, Damon breathed a small sigh of relief. "<strong>Oh, Eiryn! No, you didn't miss anything. This is Ryder and Martina. Martina is the owner and head chef of that new Italian place opening today, and Ryder... Um... I actually didn't ask.</strong>" he said the last part rather sheepishly, even though it wasn't really the sort of thing he normally asked about, "<strong>The guy in the bathrobe was Dmitri; I didn't catch the other girl's name, though. Or... Where they went. Dmitri lives upstairs in the other building... 210, I think he said. I assume the mystery girl also lives here now, but I don't know what room she's in.</strong>" That was about all the information he could share, and it was the first time since he'd spoken in the lobby that he felt any sort of relief.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>21-02-2015, 07:25:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images5.fanpop.com/image/photos/26400000/Hilary-Duff-3-hilary-duff-26462538-378-500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Liz Monroe<br><strong>Location:</strong> Sinfully Sweet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Liam, open.<br><strong>Content:</strong> Workin, talking<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> http://www.polyvore.com/kat_vbd/set?id=136789388<br><hr><br>Liz smiled and nodded slowly. "It was until a month or so before I moved here, she died. Cancer, trying not to focus too much on it...Kat wouldn't want me to." She spoke before getting out a freshly baked chocolate chip muffin and setting it on a small plate. Handing it to Liam, she smiled. "That's the thing about stereotypes. You look or act different than what people are used to, you get labeled and people seem to avoid you. It's stupid. I think you're positively gorgeous, no matter what you're wearing." Liz grinned as she got herself a cranberry orange muffin. She took the money handed to her and slid Liam's change back. <br><br>"More customers is always a good thing. You are quite glamorous, perhaps they've heard you play and/or sing somewhere and want to see what your shop is like. That's mainly the reason I'll stop by soon, you're talented. I may buy something, I can..kind of...play the guitar. Kat gave me lessons." She smiled and nibbled at her muffin. "I know, right?!? David Bowie was awesome and really popular but music today is filled with Taylor Swift wannabes and the like. Not that I don't enjoy some of it, there are some genuine artists out there, and it's hard to deny a good catchy pop song. Although I do prefer older pop music. Cher, Madonna, Cyndi Lauper, Britney, Christina and Justin Timberlake are a few of my favorites in the genre. I have favorites in pretty much every genre, very eclectic."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>21-02-2015, 15:27:51</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/88/2b/7a/882b7a8e5773e2ce3bc7f8b7dcefca89.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Eiryn Grim<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> leaving Isis' and heading for Eden<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Damon, Martina, Ryder<br><br><strong>Content:</strong> Running&nbsp; towards intensity<br><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> skirt (http://hottopic.scene7.com/is/image/HotTopic/10019625_hi?wid=1360); tights (https://encrypted-tbn3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQvKIbV6Xeikf_mcu8KpvvRsB0mkYqTLezHPY4Rn7bkiuDQHBsk); turtleneck (http://cached.bensilver.com/RS/SR/Product/61/hlj-a_R.jpg); jacket (http://anf.scene7.com/is/image/anf/anf_71842_01_prod1?$productMain-anf$); boots (http://img.auctiva.com/imgdata/0/9/8/9/8/0/webimg/442425188_o.jpg); choker. (http://passionforprying.files.wordpress.com/2013/02/8ba786d6ddfd034b8f7583edcdd69c8d.jpg)<br><hr><br>Doing a doubletake, the Goth tried to ignore the leer she was getting from the butch blonde girl. "Oh, heya D." In a rough show of affection, she nudged Damon's arm with an elbow. "Sorry, kinda...distracted, didn't realize it was you.&nbsp; Got a bunch of ideas I got to get down, headed for the loft when, like wow, people!, you know?"<br><br>Ryder and Martina got lopsided grin and a sort of hand-flip wave. "Yo. Italian, huh? May have to check that out, see if it's as good as Ma's was." Finally, she met Ryder's eyes, and the brief staring contest threatened to draw lightning. Finally, the blonde looked down, and chuckled. "Hah!&nbsp; Badass. Shame you dress like a rag lady."<br><br>"Says the bitch who got caught in a bondage shop fire sale? Fuck you." After a sheepish, apologetic look at Martina, Eiryn turtned back to Damon. "I'll be workin' most of the day, but I think I'm on shift at Eden tonight. See ya there?" It was delivered more as information than an invitation;&nbsp; true to form, the artist was already starting to move towards the door.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lux12</strong> on <strong>21-02-2015, 19:35:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/7DlWgbd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Liam Vang<br><strong>Location:</strong> Sinfully Sweet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Liz, Who so ever is present<br><strong>Content:</strong> talking, sugar fix, music talk<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Something like this <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/fc/bc/a6/fcbca603ff1f66a02e15242217a6a5b8.jpg</div></div> and a longer version of&nbsp; this <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">http://misona.info/images/punk_skirt.jpg</div></div> and a fake fur coat<br><hr>It seemed as if nothing could put an end to his smile, even for a few seconds, but sure enough, the mention of her departed lover made it dip into a frown for a brief period. "I'm so sorry to hear that. My condolences." he said before muttering a brief prayer under his breath. He may not have known her, but he considered it proper to do so. However, it didn't take too long for him to resume smiling. In Liam's own philosophy, the be best way to honor the dead if they truly cared about you while they were there was to live as best one could. "Thank you dahling. Not many bother to look deeper than my eye shadow. However some of the people who show interest can be irritating in their own right. Every once in a while I get a customer who thinks I''ll jump on their junk just because I dress the way I do and they demanded it. A rarity mind you, but still annoying." <br><br>"Perhaps. I suppose having a flamboyant personality such as yours truly running the place has such an appeal. Probably helps that I actually know how to play a fair deal of what I sell." A giggle floated from him before he took a bite of the muffin. "I didn't know you played. At least in my experience learning how&nbsp; to play instrument&nbsp; can be one of the best things for your soul. When you really get into it, your soul pours over the keys or the strings, flows out into the air, and for some people, crashes into the skins. It's like experiencing your emotions in ways few could dream of. That was sort of how my dad felt too. When Thelonious Monk said jazz is freedom, he took it to heart and believed that music itself was freedom. In turn I took it to heart." Liam waxed philosophical for a short while before taking a long sip of his coffee and speaking again. <br><br>"I know what you mean though. It doesn't seem like a lot of the real artists get that much airplay. Being an artist to me doesn't necessarily mean you're a highly technical player, it means you feel what you do and you do it well. It's all production these days. My first listening and playing experience was through jazz. Good stuff, but I liked rock more. There's some good electronic artists out there too. As weird as it sounds, I never cared for many of the big pop idols. I'll admit Cyndi Lauper has some great songs, but that style never really spoke to me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>23-02-2015, 05:05:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1138.photobucket.com/albums/n534/MaidensElf/Heart_Tattoo_ideas_for_men_chest_zpsc028bb45.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dmitri Fleming (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=216294.msg10941830#msg10941830)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Parker Commons lobby, heading out.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Damon, Ryder, Martina, Danny, Eiryn Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Meeting neighbors,&nbsp; searching for coffee, giving a helping hand<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Old dark sweat pants, old Bears sweat shirt, tattered terry cloth robe, and pink bunny slippers<br><hr><br>As Dmitri headed for the elevator with Danny carrying her bag another girl, a bit thin and short haired brunette came out the stairwell and made some comment about a building as she waved. Before he could say anything the elevator arrived and he and Danny were whisked up to another floor. As they rode he noticed that he was still holding on to the sweater that Damon had pulled from his bag. He wished he knew the names of the other ladies that had agreed to head out for coffee with Damon leading the way. In that brief moment of silence it finally registered that the butch cut blonde had said something about shouting out people's names so Damon would not forget. It was such an odd thing to say and he could not imagine the reason for it, but it would help him as he obviously had missed their introductions.<br><br>Once upstairs he waited for Danny to open her apartment. He followed her in and looked around at the way all of her things were just kind of piled in with no sense of order to it. Then she bitched about the movers not arranging things for, which kind of surprises him as he thought that all movers did was move. What did she expect if she was not there when they moved her stuff in to direct where she wanted everything. As she told him to just put her bag down anywhere he moved to set it down out of the way. He was all prepared to just turn back around and head back down so he could get his much needed caffeine. Oh any source of caffeine would do, but first waking up and with the chill in the air he really wanted a steaming hot cup of Joe.<br><br>Danny right away went to checking her stuff and he was left wondering what he should. It would be rude to just turn around and leave, especially since he had kind of invited her to join them to get coffee. He watched her check her game systems and games then her TV. He blinked and just looked at her in confusion when she claimed to be a professional gamer. How did someone get paid to play video games? Then she grabbed her purse and said that she would accept his offer of coffee. He did not recall offering to buy hers, but that was fine. Paying for her coffee would not break him and she was pretty enough had he been more coherent he probably would have offered to buy it anyway. He nodded to her with a smile and opened the door for her and followed her back out into the hallway. He headed for the elevator while she locked up. It was just too early, as far as he was concerned, to use the stairs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>23-02-2015, 05:27:49</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/c8/88/e5/c888e5269a9fd9ce9dd07279cbb1c294.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ryder Monroe<br><br><br><strong>Location:</strong> Parker lobby<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Martina, Damon, <br><br><strong>Content:</strong> Starving, snarking, and flirting<br><br><strong>Wearing:</strong>something like&nbsp; http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/09/ce/8c/09ce8c448092a08a73e8368a5dc9ccf8.jpg (http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/09/ce/8c/09ce8c448092a08a73e8368a5dc9ccf8.jpg)<br><br><br><hr><br><br>Ryder watched Eiryn go; once she'd cleared the door, she smirked at Damon. "Damn, what a byotch. I think I'm in luuuuuuv." Hooking an arm under Martina's shoulders, she went on. "And I'm fucking starving.&nbsp; We better go get food, before I eat this little girl right here."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Letrixia</strong> on <strong>23-02-2015, 05:31:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/stephenking/images/8/8f/1384943687077_cutie-chloe-chloe-moretz-31234359-1707-2560.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20131127081114)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Denise Matthews<br><strong>Location:</strong> Parker Commons- Her Room- Elevator<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dmtri, Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> ready to go get some coffee.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Long black jeans, white shirt, hat [optional]<br><hr><br>She grinned as she looked at him, he appeared to be an old tenant on this place which was perfect by her she could find out more about this place from him. She closed the door putting the key inside and locking it before she tossed the keys on her purse and followed him to the elevator. The metallic doors opened with a ding and she got inside resting her back on the railing inside the elevator. "So... been here long?" she had to remember to come back a bit early in order to start organizing the things that she needed. "I need to start looking for a job out here... I mean I have enough for a couple of months but after that I will be in dire straights if you know what I mean...". She sighed stretching her back and taking out her phone which had the picture on the background of the symbol of a computer game World of Warcraft, especially horde insignia. <br><br>She looked at the phone which had three missed calls and sighed turning them off. She didn't want to hear about her family ever again and she was pretty sure that they were the ones that called. Moving her blonde hair to the side she looked at him up and down and sighed, <em>I need to keep my gender a secret from him, he could rip my throat out if he found out that I am a man...</em> she sighed and gave him a soft smile by raising her lip. She knew that she had to endure people and getting, "How many tenants do you think there are in this building if you don't mind me asking?". She tried her best to shift her mind so she would not appear like she was holding out on something.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>23-02-2015, 06:02:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images5.fanpop.com/image/photos/26400000/Hilary-Duff-3-hilary-duff-26462538-378-500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Liz Monroe<br><strong>Location:</strong> Sinfully Sweet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Liam, open.<br><strong>Content:</strong> Workin, talking<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> http://www.polyvore.com/kat_vbd/set?id=136789388<br><hr><br>Liz smiled softly as Liam offered his condolences and muttered a brief prayer under his breath. "Thank you." She was really trying to move on because she knew that Kat would tell her that she was way too young to not live life, but damn, she missed the woman. She knew that she'd ruined her family's,&nbsp; most importantly her sister's life, by running off but it'd been all for love. It was hard to explain or get Ryder to understand, Liz wasn't sure how she'd react if the roles were reversed. "You're welcome, sweetie." She smiled brightly. "I get that. Obviously since I'm only 19, older guys think that if they throw any attention my way that I'll do whatever they ask. I can imagine how annoying that is."<br><br>"Flamboyant equals fun." Liz grinned before glancing up at a clock, wondering who else she knew was gonna show up today. She liked Liam and could see them becoming friends. "Yeah, see I'm not very adept at musical instruments. I tried because Kat asked me to, I'm okay. Could get better, I suppose. I was better at singing and I enjoy it more." She listened as he spoke about music and smiled brightly as she could see how he felt about music and his own business. Liz admired passion in a person, it made her happy. She needed to find what made her feel that way, maybe being unattached for a bit would help her out with that. There were many things that she enjoyed, but nothing that she had really focused on to master or become really good at. "I haven't really found anything that I feel that way about. I like acting."<br><br>"I've been to a lot of shows and yeah, sure, I loved watching Christina Aguilera just get up there and sing her heart out but I did enjoy Britney's shows more. They were, at least the ones I went to, more fun and interactive. Halestorm is awesome and The Pretty Reckless and In This Moment. I guess I lean more towards hard rock." She shrugged with a slight chuckle.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>23-02-2015, 06:58:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1138.photobucket.com/albums/n534/MaidensElf/Heart_Tattoo_ideas_for_men_chest_zpsc028bb45.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dmitri Fleming (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=216294.msg10941830#msg10941830)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Parker Commons lobby, heading out.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Damon, Ryder, Martina, Danny Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Meeting neighbors,&nbsp; searching for coffee, giving a skin show<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Old dark sweat pants, old Bears sweat shirt, tattered terry cloth robe, and pink bunny slippers<br><hr><br>Once in the elevator Dmitri leaned against the wall, despite his willingness to be helpful and being a bit talkative he was clearly still not fully awake and coherent. He looked over at Danny as she leaned on the railing and could suppress a small smile at her beauty. At her question he chuckled, ”Me, no, just moved in yesterday. Haven't had a chance to go grocery shopping, hence the trek for coffee. I don't have any to make myself. Gonna hafta fix that sometime today.” He closed his eyes as the lift started moving only to open them again at her statement about needing to find a job. ”Good luck with that. As big as this city is though I can't imagine you still being without one in a couple of months especially if you have a marketable skill. I would offer you a one but I'm sure my shop is even going to support me yet.”<br><br>When she pulled out her phone he closed his eyes again despite enjoying looking at her appearance. He was still rather tired and did not want to come off as creepy by just staring at her. He was already thinking about getting her alone and out those jeans and tee shirt. When she asked about the number of tenants in the complex he shrugged without opening his eyes. ”I would guess close to 15 or so. There are 10 units in each building and we both got apartments on short notice so I doubt its full.”<br><br>When the elevator stopped and dinged again he opened his eyes and stood up from leaning against the wall. He walked back out into the lobby area already starting to remove his robe so he could put on the borrowed sweater. The cute butch blonde had called for a skin show so after the robe is off he pulled off the sweatshirt. This left him completely topless and exposed his reasonably toned and tattooed torso. With shirt off though he looks at the sweater and back at his Bears sweatshirt. With a sigh he pulled the sweatshirt back on over his head and then put the sweater on. It seemed that he had not had to give the skin show after all, but it was no skin off his nose especially if those around him enjoyed. Once the sweater was settled in place he wrapped himself back in his robe and turned to Damon. ”Thank you for the use of the sweater. I'm sure it will help keep my pecker and fingers from freezing off. Please, lead the way. I would not even know which direction to head."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ForestMagi</strong> on <strong>23-02-2015, 07:27:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://blog.chosenmodels.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/01/DSC00812.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Damon Millican<br><strong>Location:</strong> Parker Commons Lobby<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Danny, Dmitri, Eiryn, Martina, Ryder, Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Finally leaving<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> It's still the same. (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=147482125)<br><br><hr><br>"<strong>Not working tonight, so probably. I have no plans after dinner. I'll bring some in case you forget to eat again.</strong>" Damon called back to Eyrin as she left; he merely shrugged at Ryder's comment. "<strong>Eyrin is... Different, you know? She gets like that when she gets inspired... I'm not sure if that's common among artists or not, but she does it somewhat regularly.</strong>" he explained, "<strong>Half the time it's here, and the other half it's at her studio. She's pretty awesome to be around when she has coffee and isn't demanding you pose for her, though.</strong>" He finished his explanation just as the elevator dinged to signal Dmitri and Danny's return. Damon smiled and nodded at Dmitri's thanks for the sweater, but briefly raised an eyebrow at the show he made of putting it on. It was ostensibly for the ladies present, though he wasn't quite sure Martina was all that interested. Not that he hadn't also appreciated the... Was it really stripping if they only took off two things and put them both back on again? Whatever you called it, Damon had enjoyed it to some small extent, though he wasn't sure if it had showed on his face, or if anyone had noticed if it had.<br><br>"<strong>Good thing I'm an excellent guide, then.</strong>" he replied to Dmitri, much more relaxed now that Eyrin had come through, "<strong>And the young lady with you makes 6, if Eyrin decides to grab coffee on her way... Which she probably will, with or without us. Best we head out if you want to meet her properly, since she's not going to wait for us.</strong>" He gently ushered the group out the door after Eyrin... Well, as gently as miming pushing them all can be, anyway. He was technically the last one out, having ensured no one was left behind, and ran a hand through his hair before leaving. '<em>Today is... Interesting, to say the least...</em>' he thought, quickly walking to the head of the group to guide them to Sinfully Sweet, '<em>But at least I'm still mostly on schedule.</em>' He let out a contented sigh, much more at ease, and walked backward so he could face them all. "<strong>Sinfully Sweet isn't too far, but it can feel like a hole-in-the-wall the first time you try finding it.</strong>" he said, spinning back around as he finished and calling to Eyrin before she got too far, "<strong>Hey! We heading to Isis's shop if you're not so inspired you can't spare the time for coffee.</strong>"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Letrixia</strong> on <strong>23-02-2015, 19:15:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/stephenking/images/8/8f/1384943687077_cutie-chloe-chloe-moretz-31234359-1707-2560.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20131127081114)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Denise Matthews<br><strong>Location:</strong> Parker Commons- Her Room- Elevator<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dmtri, Damon, Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> ready to go get some coffee.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Long black jeans, white shirt, Jacket, hat [optional]<br><hr><br><br><em>What is with this place and hot guys?</em> she blushed and nodded, "Umm yeah sure and the name is Danny or Matty however you want to call me" <em>and you two can call me however you want!</em>. She grinned shaking her head trying to remember who she truly was and most likely they would run away when they find out. So far everybody was treating her like a girl thing that she didn't mind but that wasn't her true gender, she wasn't male or female she was a transgender which would be the correct term. With just a couple of thousand dollars left for her to get the operation she needs to be fully female she knew these next few months would be very hard. The woman known as Eyrin kept her curiosity peaked, she had no idea who this girl was and was really curious to find out.<br><br>"Lead the way then" she smiled at the new guy and then gave a smirk to Dmtri before following them. She was lucky that she grabbed her jacket before they left otherwise it would be hell to walk around with skimpy outfits. She sighed and moved her hands in her pockets before starting to follow them. She really could use some coffee right now since it was so cold and it would be a good opportunity to take on the different places this place had to offer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>24-02-2015, 03:12:59</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/c8/88/e5/c888e5269a9fd9ce9dd07279cbb1c294.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ryder Monroe<br><br><br><strong>Location:</strong> Parker lobby<br><br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Martina, Damon, Dmitri, Danny<br><br><br><strong>Content:</strong> Watching the floor show<br><br><br><strong>Wearing:</strong>something like&nbsp; http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/09/ce/8c/09ce8c448092a08a73e8368a5dc9ccf8.jpg (http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/09/ce/8c/09ce8c448092a08a73e8368a5dc9ccf8.jpg)<br><br><br><br><br><hr><br><br>Ryder, being Ryder, mostly shrugged off Damon's explanation for Eiryn's behavior. Part of her 'cool' was convincing people she really didn't give a shit about...well, people.&nbsp; But the bitch had a nice strut, for sure, and ooooh that mouth...<br><br>The elevator dinged, and Captain Bathrobe and the Bag Lady popped back out, now sans bags.&nbsp; Still sort of clinging to Martina, the wiseass blonde smirked as Dmitri shed the robe- then her face suddenly got more serious when she saw his tats. "Whoa, dude," she grated, seemingly actually impressed. "Nice art. We need to get together and compare some time." Letting go of Martina, she swatted her butt lightly. "But first, coffee, and food. And I gotta chew out my sis for kickin' me out to go shopping for her, and then blowing me off. It's a twin thing." And hey, two hot chicks and two decent-looking guys to tag along with?&nbsp; Maybe Chicago didn't suck so totally, after all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>24-02-2015, 03:22:20</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/88/2b/7a/882b7a8e5773e2ce3bc7f8b7dcefca89.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Eiryn Grim<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> At the loft<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> <br><br><strong>Content:</strong> Back in her safety space<br><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> skirt (http://hottopic.scene7.com/is/image/HotTopic/10019625_hi?wid=1360); tights (https://encrypted-tbn3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQvKIbV6Xeikf_mcu8KpvvRsB0mkYqTLezHPY4Rn7bkiuDQHBsk); turtleneck (http://cached.bensilver.com/RS/SR/Product/61/hlj-a_R.jpg); jacket (http://anf.scene7.com/is/image/anf/anf_71842_01_prod1?$productMain-anf$); boots (http://img.auctiva.com/imgdata/0/9/8/9/8/0/webimg/442425188_o.jpg); choker. (http://passionforprying.files.wordpress.com/2013/02/8ba786d6ddfd034b8f7583edcdd69c8d.jpg)<br><hr><br><br>She thought, seriously, about stopping by the coffee shop before going head-down into the bizareness of her work world. For about thirty seconds. But she knew what would happen: awkwardness, delays, more fuh-fuhing, and her getting nothing done. And more than ever, she needed time to process.<br><br>The damn lock on the grate to the elevator stuck, again- she'd been yelling at the landlord about it for months. God knows she paid enough for the space. But it opened, as she always did; drawing the grate shut behind her, she hit the sutd, and lurched and ground upwards into heaven.<br><br>She shed the boots and jacket at the door; after some thought, the turtleneck went too, hung on the coatrack.&nbsp; It was a little chilly, making her instaperk, but if she started painting, she didn't want to get pigment all over the black top.&nbsp; Should probably shed the skirt, too, but it WAS too damn cold for that, right then. Besides, the plan for the moment was just drawing. Half a dozen or so ideas that had come to her watching Isis sleep, watching Isis move...watching Isis.&nbsp; Jsut working drawings; they'd have to be fleshed out from photos of the real thing. Right now, it was just layout, proportion work...<br><br>Taping a large piece of watercolor paper onto one of the half dozen easels in the massive space, sher started to sketch. For a moment, she worried about if her friend would like the portrayals of her that Eiryn had in mind; then, everything faded except line and mass, the faint scrape of pencil and charcoal over the surface.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lux12</strong> on <strong>24-02-2015, 06:15:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/7DlWgbd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Liam Vang<br><strong>Location:</strong> Sinfully Sweet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Liz, Who so ever is present<br><strong>Content:</strong> talking, sugar fix, music talk<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Something like this <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/fc/bc/a6/fcbca603ff1f66a02e15242217a6a5b8.jpg</div></div> and a longer version of&nbsp; this <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">http://misona.info/images/punk_skirt.jpg</div></div> and a fake fur coat<br><hr>"Indeed. It's one of the reasons I generally don't hang out with other men. If they aren't chastizing me for being who I am then they're barking up the wrong tree. Granted people here don't rag on me much. It's the primary reason I set up shop in Indigo Way. People at least don't give me shit over dressing like this and the make up." Liam said with a chuckle.<br><br>"The voice is the first instrument humans learned to use. Singing is probably the first musical art the beasts of the world learned to use. Birds sing, whales sing, and humans sing. In that sense, you could say music is the single most ancient art form known to all life on earth. Dance may be just as old, but I'm a music man." he said at the mention of singing. "Sorry about that. My passions tend to take over my mind at odd moments. Anyway, finding something you feel that way about isn't something you can force. You'll know it when you find it."<br><br>"Personally, most of the heavier stuff I listen to leans toward the technical end of the spectrum. That's just me though. The best show I've probably ever been to was a Coheed concert. Let me tell you, when Claudio wants to shred his heart out damn does he do it."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>26-02-2015, 22:09:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images5.fanpop.com/image/photos/26400000/Hilary-Duff-3-hilary-duff-26462538-378-500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Liz Monroe<br><strong>Location:</strong> Sinfully Sweet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Liam, open.<br><strong>Content:</strong> Workin, talking<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> http://www.polyvore.com/kat_vbd/set?id=136789388<br><hr><br>Liz smiled. "I'll hang out with you whenever you'd like. I could use some friends." She figured that friends could do her some good. "Yeah, I know. I can be who I wanna be and be with whomever I'd like. I'm hoping that helps my sister, too, I just have a feeling that she needs somewhere that people aren't so apprehensive. She can be an acquired taste." She chuckled, it wasn't meant in an adversarial way, just she wasn't used to the changes in Ryder. She hoped that they could mend their relationship in the time that Ryder was staying with her.<br><br>A happy smile was on Liz's lips as she listened to Liam speak. "Oh...don't worry about it. I like how passionate you are about what you enjoy, it's refreshing. You don't see that kind of passion anymore. Maybe you could help me get better at playing. What do you say? Just name your price." It seemed that Liam had a very positive effect on her, a smile never left her face when she was around him.<br><br>"I haven't really ever listened to anything by Coheed. I've heard good things, but never really listened to them. I like Apocalyptica and Within Temptation. I listen to a lot of music. Even if it's just in my head, I always have some kind of music." She laughed softly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lux12</strong> on <strong>27-02-2015, 03:56:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/7DlWgbd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Liam Vang<br><strong>Location:</strong> Sinfully Sweet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Liz, Who so ever is present<br><strong>Content:</strong> talking, sugar fix, music talk<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Something like this <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/fc/bc/a6/fcbca603ff1f66a02e15242217a6a5b8.jpg</div></div> and a longer version of&nbsp; this <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">http://misona.info/images/punk_skirt.jpg</div></div> and a fake fur coat<br><hr><br>"Well you're welcome to drop by whenever hon. The door is always open, except for when I get up. I refuse to be seen until I am in decked out in all my glory. As far as your sister is considered, she's bananas in a good way. At least according to what I've seen of her." he said with a mischievous wink. "If you want to learn more, I'd be happy to teach you, but as the cliche goes, I must warn you, my methods are unorthodox." he said in his best cheesy announcer voice. "In all seriousness, as a teacher, I'm a little odd."<br><br>"Sharon Den Adel is one of the best vocalists alive. Anyone who disputes that lacks any sense of musical appreciation period." Liam said at the mention of Within Temptation. "Few voices are able to touch the core of sorrow the way hers does."<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>28-02-2015, 15:47:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1138.photobucket.com/albums/n534/MaidensElf/Heart_Tattoo_ideas_for_men_chest_zpsc028bb45.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dmitri Fleming (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=216294.msg10941830#msg10941830)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Parker Commons lobby, heading out.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Damon, Ryder, Martina, Danny, Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Heading out for coffee<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Old dark sweat pants, old Bears sweat shirt, tattered terry cloth robe, and pink bunny slippers<br><hr><br>Although he was starting to wake up more due to all the activity and new people Dmitri still had not gained full mental function yet. As such he did not notice whether anybody actually enjoyed his little skin show, he was too confused about putting the sweater on and realizing that it was best to put it over the sweatshirt to pay any attention to how the others reacted to his changing. That was until the short haired blonde made her exclamation about his ink. This brought his eyes up to her with a proud smile, which turned into a grin when she said that they should get together and compare their tats sometime.”Sure we can do that, I never pass up a chance to see new art.” While he was serious about seeing her ink he was also simply thinking about getting her undressed. With that thought he turned his eyes to Danny and wondered if she had any tattoos and what he would have to do to find out for himself. His eyes drifted kind of sideways over to Damon as well as he thought much the same thing about him.<br><br>Being somewhat of a gentleman he let the ladies head out before him so while Damon ushered them out and came out last, Dmitri was second to last. As Damon then moved to the front to lead them Dmitri saw how the blonde was sticking close to the brunette and felt rather friendly himself, so he stepped to Danny's side. As she stuck her hands in her pockets he hooked his arm with hers to walk at her side. He grinned eagerly as they headed down the street. ”Coffee!”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Letrixia</strong> on <strong>28-02-2015, 18:42:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/stephenking/images/8/8f/1384943687077_cutie-chloe-chloe-moretz-31234359-1707-2560.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20131127081114)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Denise Matthews<br><strong>Location:</strong> Walking out to the coffee!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dmtri, Damon, Ryder, Martina, Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> ready to go get some coffee.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Long black jeans, white shirt, Jacket, hat [optional]<br><hr><br>Danny sighed as she looked at the group of people that she suddenly got stuck with, not that she minded but she wondered how they would react if they found out that Danny was in fact short for Daniel the male name. Denise was a name that she came out with and that had all of her ID's identified with, of course most of them were false but very well made. She would need to be friends with the owner of a place before she even though of working for them, she needed to make sure they would not spill the beans in her real gender. Her thoughts suddenly shifted as she felt a strong arm hook on hers, it was him, the tattoo god Dmtri.<br><br>Danny felt herself blush a bit as she didn't fight it or seemed to be bothered by it. Any woman who would find him bad for doing such a thing was not a woman especially with his body. She grinned as he said the C word and she followed suit doing the same almost in a zombie like tone, "Coffeeee.....!". She laughed out loud and nodded, she wanted to show him her art however to do that she would either have to be in a very short shirt that left her lower back exposed or naked. "I cannot think the pain you must had gone through to get all that ink on your body, mine hurt like a bitch that is why I only have one tattoo, I am not too much into pain" she laughed and held on to his arm almost like a woman would do to her man.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>01-03-2015, 16:14:16</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/c8/88/e5/c888e5269a9fd9ce9dd07279cbb1c294.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ryder Monroe<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> Parker lobby<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Martina, Damon, Dmitri, Dani<br><br><strong>Content:</strong> Good Bean Hunting<br><br><strong>Wearing:</strong>something like&nbsp; http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/09/ce/8c/09ce8c448092a08a73e8368a5dc9ccf8.jpg (http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/09/ce/8c/09ce8c448092a08a73e8368a5dc9ccf8.jpg)<br><br><br><br><hr><br><br>Ryder looped an arm through Martina's, almost in a mirror of Dani's grip on Dmitri.&nbsp; Not that she was feeling possessive- of all her less-than-stellar qualities, that wasn't one of them; folks did what and who they liked when and how they liked, and she didn't give a shit. If it wasn't with her, well, there were plenty of other sushi rolls on the bar. The problem was the other way- momma dykes got stuck on<em> her</em>, and couldn't cope when she decided it was time for a change of shrubbery.<br><br>No, she just did it to fuck with people's heads. So yeah...less than stellar. Hey, if Martina starting acting squicked, she WOULD let go- she didn't need the grief of a fussy cunt acting all golden child on her. But if she was up to play, hell yah Ryder would mess with her.<br><br>Tugging the petite restaurateur- restaurantette?- toward the door, now that the herd had FINALLY decided to start foraging for caffeine and sugar and all that other good stuff, she smirked at Dani. "More drugs, girl," she snarked. "How I got through mine. Hell, I got one or two I don't even remember where or when." Then she, too, took up the battle cry. "Coffeeeeee, bitches!," and half-dragged her attractive armful out into the lobby proper, and towards the chilly Chicago street.<br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>02-03-2015, 18:49:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images5.fanpop.com/image/photos/26400000/Hilary-Duff-3-hilary-duff-26462538-378-500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Liz Monroe<br><strong>Location:</strong> Sinfully Sweet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Liam, open.<br><strong>Content:</strong> Workin, talking<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> http://www.polyvore.com/kat_vbd/set?id=136789388<br><hr><br>Liz smiled. "The only place I come to earlier than 8, most of the time, is here...so you won't have to worry about that." She laughed softly and leaned against the counter. When Liam mentioned Ryder, a smile came to her face. "Yeah, well, we'll have to see how it goes. Neither of us know what's gonna happen." She shrugged a bit. "As far as unorthodox and odd, sweetie, my life's been a bit unorthodox since I was 15. I don't mind, but I'll think about it." <br><br>She nodded at his words about Sharon Den Adel. "That's exactly how I feel about it, I know a lot of people who don't like them. The first song I heard was What Have You Done...still my favorite." Liz was feeling better than&nbsp; she had when she'd gotten home and wondered when Isis was going to come in or if she even would. She usually was there every day, most of the day. Her eyes glanced over to a clock. "I have to go do something in the back, real quick, if you'd like to wait....you're more than welcome to. Isis should be here any minute, have y'all met?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>02-03-2015, 19:13:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/cc/b8/8f/ccb88fa477ea0ab73d1caa294c312a7f.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Isis Hastings<br><strong>Location:</strong> Sinfully Sweet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Liz, Liam, open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Boss shit and whatnot<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> http://www.polyvore.com/isis_ocn/set?id=147610960<br><hr><br>Isis had decided to forego her car and take a walk before going to the bakery. She needed to think, her head wasn't the most clear it'd ever been and she needed to start a cake or something to work through whatever issues she had. There was a certain reason she felt all tangled up and it had a name- Eiryn. It had been a long time since Isis had liked someone this much so shortly after having met them. The distracted and slightly disoriented feelings were not totally unwelcomed though. There was also that fight within herself, the parts of her that were urging her to spend as much time with the other woman and the parts urging her to run clashing with almost a vengeance.<br><br>As if on cue, Isis opened the door of her bakery and almost completely bypassed Liz and Liam before going into the back. She had to do the books and inventory before she could start baking. She wanted to get the boring stuff out of the way. "Oh...hey Liz...Liam. How ya doing this morning?" She'd almost forgotten her manners.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>05-03-2015, 17:36:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1138.photobucket.com/albums/n534/MaidensElf/Heart_Tattoo_ideas_for_men_chest_zpsc028bb45.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dmitri Fleming (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=216294.msg10941830#msg10941830)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Sidewalk<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Damon, Ryder, Martina, Danny, Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Heading for something Sinfully Sweet, COFFEE!<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Old dark sweat pants, old Bears sweat shirt, borrowed sweater, tattered terry cloth robe, and pink bunny slippers<br><hr><br>When Danny intoned "Coffeeee.....!" zombie style and then laughed Dmitri too laughed. Oh he was really liking this and was very glad that he had awakened early and had forgotten to do his grocery shopping the night before. He was in the company of three very attractive women, one on his arm, with nice looking guy leading them all to get his much needed coffee. Besides them all being good looking they seemed to be a great deal of fun too and shared his enthusiasm for java. He really could not have picked a better neighbor set up his tattoo parlor and live in.<br><br>He was looking ahead and watching for land marks so he could remember the way later on his own while keeping Damon in sight so as not to lose their guide. Then Danny mentioned the pain he must have had to go through to get his ink because hers had hurt so much and he looked her grinning, really hoping that her mentioning it was a subtle way of inviting him to see it. ”Pain is relative and worth it for the art. The pain passes but the art remains. I would like to see yours sometime.” His attention was then drawn to the blonde clinging to the brunette when she interjected about using drugs to get passed the pain and he smiled at her. ”Sounds like you're one of those almost addicted to getting inked. I've worked on quite a few of those, some of my best customers. I'm a tattoo artist.” He looked around and then pointed. ”I've opened a studio just down the block there, Fantasy Ink. I also do piercings.”<br><br>Then when Danny switched the way their arms were linked so that she was clinging to him like he was her man and she was his girl Dmitri looked back at with a warm pleased smile. He really liked the way it felt to have her holding on to him that way. With the sweater, the company, and especially Danny at his side he did not even notice the chill in the Chicago air.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Colorful Neighborhood (LGBT+) - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lux12</strong> on <strong>05-03-2015, 19:16:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/7DlWgbd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Liam Vang<br><strong>Location:</strong> Sinfully Sweet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Liz, Who so ever is present<br><strong>Content:</strong> talking, sugar fix, music talk<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Something like this <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/fc/bc/a6/fcbca603ff1f66a02e15242217a6a5b8.jpg</div></div> and a longer version of&nbsp; this <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">http://misona.info/images/punk_skirt.jpg</div></div> and a fake fur coat<br><hr>"I guess that makes two of us then. Raise the glorious flag of freak and let wave defiantly in the air until the end of days!" he proclaimed as they talked about their shared perspectives of themselves as odd. The hand which clutched the muffin stretched up into the air in an almost cartoonish fashion. He held the pose for a minute or before letting himself lower his hand so he could take a bite of said muffin. One might very well have assumed that he was now running on&nbsp; a sugar high-like state of mind, but of course, this was just how he was.<br><br>"Those people who don't like them have no damn taste as far as I can see. My personal favorite is Angels, Mother Earth, or It's The Fear." he took a long sip of his coffee before he began to answer her question. "Why yes we have, though we havn't-" His sentence cut off when Isis entered the building. "Speak of the devil." Liam giggled before greeting. "Oh I'm lovely dahling. How about you?"
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