Joel Garfield
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I'm so smart I'm practically retarded
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Post by Joel Garfield on Mar 31, 2010 10:04:25 GMT -5
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Post by Ceraphine Davis on Mar 31, 2010 10:22:31 GMT -5
We are not even going to go into detail on how the fuck she ended up seeing a naked man running around or how she happened to notice him climb up...and up...and *shudders* up.......But at least when he came back down he was somewhat clothed....
Those icy hues unable to help but stay fixed on him with a raise of her brow.....Why was she here? Did that really even matter at this point...The dude was fucking naked! N. A. K. E. D. NAKED.
O___O
But none the less she would keep her composure even if inside a part of her that was dying wanted to laugh loudly at his little display......
"Havin' trouble there sparky?"
She spoke up in her soft and elegant little tone with that teasing nature tinging the edges of her words.....Her brow raised and arms folded over her chest....
She on the other hand was fully clothed...wearing a pair of shorts and a tank top......Her black hair falling around her form as she kept her eyes locked on naked boy. Yes...twas his name...naked boy.....Never could she see him as anything else......
~Here comes Naked Boy to save the day!~
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Devon
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Post by Devon on Mar 31, 2010 10:33:13 GMT -5
Devon usually knew where he was and why he was there. While he was sober and level headed. But generally speaking if he got high enough he would just wander and look for some sort of entertainment. Well watching solo reenactment of a toga party was not exactly what he had in mind.
He did his best to pry his eyes away, not because it was interesting, but because he was high and it was like looking at a lava lamp, or a horrific car accident. It got easier to ignore when he spotted something pleasant to look at, although the mental image still threatened to blind him.
With a grunt he stepped forward and bumped his shoulder lightly into the back of the girls left shoulder, his brow raised as he pulled the green bucket hat down over his brow. "Are you sober enough to tell me that I'm not hallucinating this?" He asked, his tone deadpan, glancing down at her.
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Joel Garfield
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I'm so smart I'm practically retarded
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Post by Joel Garfield on Apr 20, 2010 14:01:22 GMT -5
The warm breeze up his toga was kind of nice, but at the same time a little gross. It was the moment where he regretted getting the shorts, THE FREEDOM OF A TOGA WAS TOO GREAT...to conceal his manhood, but it was best. Right? He wasn't even someone from that neck of the words, so it was best to just be a Brit in a toga. Just a few more steps and he'd be on the ground again. Jumping down from the escape ladder, he'd safely find the ground. Turning the young man would see a lovely lady.
So a delicious babe had seen him climb naked...Part of him felt a little bad, just a little. Yet, he was proud, of course he was proud. He's a dude, was naked, climbed a building and now he had a sick toga. Adjusting the sheet that draped over his shoulder, he once again tried to regain his....'cool' composure. "Trouble me? Psshhhhh. Everyone needs to go streaking sometimes..."
Yeaahhh.....totally streaking...you know streakers lose their clothes and have to steal bedsheets....She'll never buy it..ha ha ha ha.
It didn't matter, he was in the company of someone delicious, perhaps they could chill.. get food or something. Oh yes, head out, get some good old food and chill with the hottie...IN A TOGA. Like that would ever work. Of course all good things are forced to end..far too quickly. During the time he was off thinking about the girl and bashing his own excuse.. Another man appeared. What was worth, it would appear they knew each other.
FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF------
They knew each other, he was already out of the boat. Being the man he was, that wouldn't stop him.NO WAY!!!! He'd find a way to connect with the babe...in more than one way. Think think think think. Say something clever, say something cool, JUST SAY SOMETHING. "Oi mate, yer not seeyin anythin outta the ordinary, This is all man yer lookin at." Being who he was Joel would pose. A hand on his hip, a hand on his head, fingers lost in his hair, a weird little angel, trying to look like a pin up girl.
For the sake of laughter and what not, right? Win'em both over and there's no telling how long till lovely lady ends up wanting the toga man..right? Winking at the both of them, he'd smirk a little. "Like what'chuu see, eh?" There was only a minute more, he couldn't keep himself from laughing, he couldn't keep a serious face.
Please let them find it funny... Please let them find it funny... Please let them find it funny... Please let them find it funny... Please let them find it funny... Please let them find it funny... Please let them find it funny... Please let them find it funny... Please let them find it funny... I don't feel like running away again.
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Post by Ceraphine Davis on May 12, 2010 13:20:39 GMT -5
( OOC: It will be lame...I know...But cant help it til she gets back into being nice girl again. )
She didnt bother to turn around, instead she just shook her head.
"I am not even sure I saw what I think I saw...I really really hope I didnt....."
She then watched as the kid in the toga, thank gods!!!! came up to her, a smile, polite in nature, spreading upon her lips as her icy hues fell over him.
As he explained she nodded......Trying to pretend she believed him....
"Ah....well then okay...."
She really couldnt think of anything else to say, her mind drawing a blank....Gods she would kill for those two annoying voices in her mind again.....Instead she was stuck with the one that was serious, all the time, and did not comment much other than to try and get her to do bad things.........
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Devon
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Post by Devon on May 14, 2010 13:42:11 GMT -5
OOC: Sucked, I know.
"Can I never have a normal day?"
Devon was simply beyond his comfort level, having no idea what the hell was going on in front of him. Was he being fucked with, was it serious, was the guy a fruit, a drunk? Nothing made sense in that surreal moment, he he was hit with more disturbed humor then he could properly handle.
With a heavy sigh he stepped forward and flicked his hat forward, it's trajectory going to cover the toga-wearing-brit's face for a split second. In that split second Devon wound swing his fist around behind it, and slug the crazy bastard on the bridge of his nose.
It wasn't that he was angry, or insulted, or even too weirded out. The crazy bastard just needed some sense knocked into him.
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