Hunters
Written by Jasmin.
517 posts.
17 years old.
sad.
I am Female.
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Post by Rose Harper on Nov 27, 2015 14:00:31 GMT
Yeah, I'm glad she's not dead, too, Rose thought, fingers drumming the metal beneath her. Turning her head so that she was properly looking at him whilst he spoke, Rose watched his lips move, her eyes darting to his eyes and then back again. She struggled to look at the same spot for long. As Leon began to spoke though, Rose felt her attentions drift to the field in front of them. He didn't understand, she'd been hoping he would but at least he was offering her something. "She's older," Rose confirmed and perhaps that was why Natalia did tell her what she was thinking. Maybe in her sister's eyes she was still a baby, unable to comprehend what Natalia was actually going through.
"Leon, I get what you're trying to say but trust me, it sucks... you should let your sister in some time." Maybe Rose was crossing a line in saying that last part but she had to stick up for Willow, from what Leon was saying, they were in the same boat of lack-of-sibling-love whether that was intentional or not.
Ah, the rest of her life. Talking about Natalia had been easy, it mainly wasn't about her since as far as Rose could tell the problem was more to do with her sister than herself. "So, earlier when you mentioned my other friends- well, I don't know where they are. I have Iris but that's about it." Straightening up, Rose moved her hands to the lap, they circled around each other, holding on. "That includes Liam," releasing a sigh, Rose rubbed her thumb along the top of her hand, focusing on the movement. "I can't get through to him or anyone. For all I know he's dead, they could all be dead. I think Jasper went to Las Vegas though but I don't really want to contact him. I mean what if Liam's there with him and he's fine but just can't be arsed to reply to my messages?!" Rose was on a roll now and she realised that she wasn't upset so much as angry.
"I the space of a few months I've lost my friendship group and my boyfriend - my boyfriend who I love - is nowhere to be found! I mean, how can you not take that personally?" Rose had released her hands, waving them about as she spoke, now though she bought them back down, stilling them before she made an aggressive hand gesture and ended up hitting Leon across the face.
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Human
Written by Megan.
78 posts.
18 years old.
crushin'.
I am Male.
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Post by Leon Pratt on Nov 28, 2015 21:01:11 GMT
He actually felt ashamed, face tinted a soft pink as his head fell forward, using his fringe as a shield between the two. Leon knew that he should let Willow in. God, he hated himself some days for not spending enough time with her, for putting that forlorn look on her face when all he'd have to do is just agree. He felt like a dick most days. Choosing to hide in the shadows of his bedroom rather than tend to his baby sister's needs, no matter how tedious, was kind of ridiculous and he knew it. This was out of character for him. He'd always eaten out of her palm, always the shoulder to lean on and the ear to whisper into, but now? America has changed him. Beacon Hills has changed him. Life has changed him. He fell back into his shell, but even deeper so- and he still wasn't sure why.
Even back home when he'd been picked at and on the receiving end of crude glares he'd been social. Now he was just a recluse, with no reasoning behind it. Maybe it was just teenage hormones. A phase. Who knows, but he knew he'd have to snap out of it. Maybe all he needed was a wake-up call, someone to pull his head out of the dirt and get him set back on the right track.
And of course it would be Rose to knock some sense into him.
"Okay," was his soft response, gaze still locked on his fidgeting digits. He almost wanted to ask her for help, for tips on how to deal with the dilemma that is a teenage girls mind. He almost wanted to ask her to meet her, to come home with him one day so the three of them could watch movies and bond and all that generic, teen drama montage crap. But he didn't say another word, rather just listening as she got all she needed to say off her chest.
Leon's head tilted towards her as she started to explain, eyebrows drawn in tight with confusion, eyes locked somewhere around her knees. How, how could anyone just leave her? He himself wasn't give much of an option, and it hadn't even been intentional either way around, but how did she just lose them? His eyes briefly met hers as she mentioned Iris, and he couldn't help the small smile from finding his lips. Iris had been the only decent one of her friends that he'd met. She'd made an effort to talk to him, and seemed like a good role model for Rose. All in all, she was the only one he could say he cared for- not that he believed she'd think the same of him. He wasn't exactly memorable.
Liam was gone? Without a word, not a trace? Part of him was concerned, mind instantly jumping to the worse conclusions, but the mass of his brain just simmered with anger. Point blank, Leon didn't do angry. Heck, the closest he got to even mad was a witty, sarcastic remark and that was the end of it, but now? Now his fists were clenching, a strange of sense of protectiveness washing over him. He wanted to comfort her, to touch- but god, there was that pesky love word she'd put so much emphasis on and he really couldn't bring himself to even meet her gaze.
Leon felt inferior. Like he was playing with something that wasn't his. Like he was walking into a restricted area. Rose was something he'd always considered under lock and key, like if he said the wrong thing, he'd have been jumped by the group of friends that has now become what? Nothing? M.I.A? Yet he still cringed at the idea of it.
If he was honest, that was why he'd never really made an effort to get back in touch. The line between friendship and interest just seemed to be a bit blurry.
None of that matters now. He'd just have to put his feelings aside (which is the norm for him, isn't it?) and focus on fixing Rose. All she needed was a little water and some sunshine. Leon could do that, couldn't he?
Keeping his hands to himself, despite the need to reach out, he replied in an almost scared tone- he couldn't say the wrong thing here, "Have you talked to Iris about this? I mean, she has a better idea of what that group is like, and maybe can be a little bit more helpful, but," he sighed, taking in a deep breath because he'd need it- he really didn't want to be defending either Jasper or Liam, but she needed to hear it, "At least you know that Jasper is okay? Even if you don't want to contact him," his voice grew softer as he went on, completely unsure of how to go about this, "And Liam," he sighed, shaking his head before casting his gaze out across the field, "I don't know. I mean, I don't know him well- or at all. I can't say what he would and wouldn't do, and I don't know if he's in trouble or just refusing to talk to you," he inhaled sharply, and most certainly not talking from his heart- of course not, "But I do know that he'd be stupid to let a girl like you go. And that if he loves you even a quarter of much as you love him," his voice was close to a whisper, eyes squeezed tight and he couldn't even fathom why he was taking this to heart the way he was, "Then you need to know that that's enough, and that he'll do whatever he can to get back to you."
He gulped, keeping his head tilted away as he mumbled, "But what do I know?" Never been in love, never been loved.
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Hunters
Written by Jasmin.
517 posts.
17 years old.
sad.
I am Female.
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Post by Rose Harper on Dec 1, 2015 19:30:08 GMT
Good, Rose nodded glad he was going to try and fix his relationship with his sister. Rose didn't think she'd ever even met Willow but if she was anything like Leon then she had to be a good person. The kind of person who deserved to be treated well. Then again, what kind of person didn't really deserve to be treated well. Her family had been something she'd always known, something she always had that was why she couldn't let Natalia go- not now, not when she went back to Mexico, Rose needed her sister (her whole family really) to stay afloat. Maybe that was why Rose wasn't rushing to make plans for her future, all she knew she needed was those of the same blood as her; what was a fancy degree worth when you were dying with loneliness whilst getting it.
Whilst Rose had been speaking and tossing her woes into Leon's hands she'd been vaguely aware of what he was doing, the small actions he would make every now and then. Just from them she could tell he wasn't happy with what she was saying, particularly when she mentioned Liam. Eyes darting down to his fists, Rose couldn't help but feel surprised. Leon was like the teddy bear you slept with at night, always there to comfort you, never to surprise you by making a move you couldn't imagine them being capable of. It was for that reason though that whilst Rose spoke she kept her eyes attached to his hands, finding them easy to watch.
As Rose fell into silence, listening to what Leon had to say the anger dissipated out of her just as quickly as it had come and she found herself feeling oddly hollow like her thoughts she'd been holding in had been keeping her stitched together and those stitches were now gaping, leaving gaps for the coldness of life to fill. Leon's voice sounded off those and it took Rose a moment to realise he sounded scared- that she hadn't expected. "No, I haven't mentioned any of this to anyone." Rose chipped in, voice uncharacteristically quiet as her focus fell to is face before drifting to watching the rise and fall of his shoulders as he breathed. Breathing, every living thing did it yet to Rose it was something so utterly human. She could still remember the site of seeing someone take their final breath; it wasn't an image you could easily shake. When Leon's voice shifted again, Rose focused on every word he said like a mother checks on her newborn child with utmost care. What he was saying, well, it nearly made Rose begin to cry all over again and she had to lower her gaze to the ground to hide that from him, not that he was looking at her. The words he was speaking, Rose could tell he meant them and for that she was grateful to no limit.
Instead of saying anything, Rose rested her forehead against his shoulder, taking a moment just to contemplate what he was saying. "You know more than you think." She told him, pulling away so that she could look up at him, catch his eye hoping he could see how grateful she was for his words. "You think he'll come back to me, Leon? Honestly, do you?" Rose's face was still inches away from his arm. "Because lemme tell you if and when he does, I'm going to kick his ass and you and your fists can have a front row seat." There was Rose again with her comments and a second later, like a light switched back on, she smiled.
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Human
Written by Megan.
78 posts.
18 years old.
crushin'.
I am Male.
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Post by Leon Pratt on Dec 7, 2015 13:42:15 GMT
To say he felt honored was a bit of an understatement. Rose hadn’t told a soul about this, about what was weighing her down, but trusted him with the information? Turned to him in her time of need and laid herself bare to him? Yeah, Leon was more than flattered, but also terrified at what that meant. Why him? Of all the people she could have turned to, why did she decided that it was his ear she needed to spill in to? Why had she dealt her woes onto Leon rather than Iris? He knew walking down that path of questioning would only get him nowhere. No answers could be conjured from his mind and it wasn’t like he was about to vocalize those thoughts. So he dropped it, smoothing his palms against his thighs to rid of the sweat that had pooled there in his anxious ranting and shook his fringe into his eyes as he glared at his fingertips.
The touch almost startled him- okay, it did startle him. No almost about it. With his attention placed elsewhere, he hadn’t noticed her leaning in, and couldn’t help but jump slightly at the contact. He managed to calm his frayed nerves rather swiftly, though, his head dropping to rest upon hers for a moment. Which was odd. It was the kind of thing Willow would have pointed out and picked him apart over. He didn’t know why he did it, it just felt like the right thing to do at the moment. There was no stopping the soft chuckle that bubbled over his lips, his head rising on instinct so he could glance down at the top her head, not able to see much more in this position. “Do I really? I’m not too sure about that,” because really, what did he actually know about this kind of stuff? When she’d leaned back to catch his eye, Leon had to suppress the gasp that was itching at the walls of his throat. The look in her eyes alone was enough to convey the emotions she couldn’t speak, and his head dipped in a small nod to let her know he understood. Or that at least he thought he did.
Guilt flooded him at her next question, though. He wasn’t sure why, but he couldn’t stop the feeling from washing over him. He turned his head away for a moment, not able to meet her eyes as he nearly whispered, “I don’t know, Rose. I don’t know why he left, but like I said, he’d be stupid not to come back.” He didn’t tack on the ‘anyone would be lucky to have you. Heck, I’m lucky to just have you here now,’ at the end because it felt wrong to say at the moment, especially as she clipped on the last bit, drawing his gaze back to her as a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips, a blush tinting his cheeks as he spoke, “Oh,” he stuttered out a laugh, his fingers flexing slightly, “You noticed that?” Shaking his head, he couldn’t help but smirk, a glint of something rare, something mischievous in his eyes as he added, “Yeah, I’d love a front row seat to that.”
And like that, they were both grinning, her lips nearly brushing his arm from where she was leaning in, his face looming above hers almost dangerously close. He wondered what they looked like. If someone had walked past, what kind of picture would they paint?
Because whatever portrait they made, Leon was sure he’d buy it. Frame it. Worship it. Maybe not go as far as light candles around it- he wasn’t too big in the shrine game, but he knew he’d cherish it. Cherish this moment.
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Hunters
Written by Jasmin.
517 posts.
17 years old.
sad.
I am Female.
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Post by Rose Harper on Dec 17, 2015 19:18:35 GMT
Of course Rose noticed him jump but hey, she'd be surprised too if someone appeared out of nowhere to use her arm/shoulder/carious other body parts as a head rest. He managed to surprise her though by his head meeting hers, it was comforting, a piece of contact she had realised she needed but once it was there - once he was there - she knew she wanted it to stay. "Believe in yourself some more, buddy. It'll do you good." Rose told him with a gentle smile, eyes sparkling in the sunlight. What Rose was telling Leon, well it occurred to her that most of this advice had come from her sister; Natalia had set Rose up to be strong without Rose even realising it, she couldn't help but wonder if Natalia knew what she was doing when she did it.
He doesn't know, Rose. How would he know? Rose's smile dropped slightly with that realisation because why would Leon know the answer to all of her problems when they were her problems. Still, all Rose could do was nod along and hope for positives. Liam had been a constant in her life for so long, they'd been friends for a long time and Rose knew that if he came back and they broke up, well, they probably wouldn't be friends anymore. "Of course I noticed!" Rose replied with a laugh, face brightening up again like a cloud had passed over a sun but now it was moving on again and the sun was free to shine. "I'll be sure to buy your fists a VIP ticket and that's on my family's honor." It was easy to joke about but it was very likely that Rose was going to fight Liam when he came back with some lame ass excuse. Still, there was that niggling possibility that he was in trouble but since Rose didn't know for certain, there was nothing she could do.
Leon and Rose were so close, a few centimeters between them were all that was holding the steady line of friendship. In the end though Rose was enjoying this more than she thought she would more than she thought she should. Moments have to end though and it was as Rose's stomach let out a loud and sudden grumble that Rose pulled away, a laugh already being pulled out of her. "Wow, stomach. Rude much." Pulling open her bag, Rose pulled out a bar of chocolate and snapped it in half, offering Leon one of the halves. "Not the most of nutritious lunches but I love chocolate like Troy Bolton loves basketball."
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Human
Written by Megan.
78 posts.
18 years old.
crushin'.
I am Male.
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Post by Leon Pratt on Jan 1, 2016 2:04:41 GMT
He realized then, that had they been in a movie- and god, why would anyone cast him in a cheesy romance film- this would be the moment they'd kiss. One would lean in, and admittedly it'd be Rose to make the first move because obviously this some female forward movie that empowers feminism, and they other would make the final push- meaning Leon would fumble forward, lips just missing hers in his rush to make what had been fantasy for an embarrassingly long time into reality. They'd laugh it off, cheeks a deep pink and heated as they avoided eye contact and attempted excuses on their tongues before Leon's hands would clasp her cheeks and he'd dive in for a proper kiss- leaving them both breathless and with all of their (mainly hers, at this point in time) problems behind them.
But this isn't a movie.
So as her stomach ungracefully announced itself with a low growl, the moment was ruined and Leon was left stunned with the mess his brain dumped onto his lap. He would have remained with that stupid look on his face, mouth left agape and eyes focused in somewhere around their knees, had a there not been a half of a chocolate bar waving around in his peripheral. Snapping out of it, Leon leaned back into a his own respected space and took the food with a soft smile- which grew about tenfold as what she said finally hit him. With a laugh just a tad too loud, he slapped a hand over his mouth and shook his head. He found it hilarious, though it was more sad than anything, they were near adults with High School Musical on the brain, that he'd been reciting Troy's own words in his head minutes prior. Shaking his head, Leon nibbled on the chocolate before replying, "Though I do recall that Troy did give up basketball in favor of drama." He let his elbow playfully nudge her side before he set his gaze back to his lap where his fingers were poking at the candy, "And as long as you will be doing the 'beating up', VIP doesn't sound to bad. I'd help, but I'm about as threatening as a butterfly trapped on a marshmallow." As tall as he was, he was nothing more than pudge and bones. Nothing scary about him. Realizing he'd never commented on her statement about him believing in himself, Leon made sure to tuck it away- maybe he'd listen to it someday.
Honestly, Leon was just relieved that they seemed to be past all of the awkward, sad talk and were finally falling back into their old banter- but he still couldn't quite shake the image of his lips pressing against hers. Not good. Oh dear. Sound the alarms. Help. Partly sure the horror may be tainting his features, he quickly covered it by asking, "So what do you end up giving chocolate up for, Rose?"
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Hunters
Written by Jasmin.
517 posts.
17 years old.
sad.
I am Female.
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Post by Rose Harper on Jan 10, 2016 16:56:40 GMT
Rose couldn’t help but smile at Leon’s laugh it was just so out there so unexpected. “Hmm, you make an interesting point. I don’t know what my drama equivalent of food would be though.” Probably something equally unhealthy like cookies or a chips. With her family cutting back on healthy Rose was allowing herself some luxury where it came to food, obviously she was still fit but chocolate and cake was becoming a regular part of her diet- maybe too regular and she’d end up with no teeth in a couple of years.
“Aw!” Rose let out a laugh, hair falling over her shoulders as she chucked Leon a look. “At least butterflies are cute.” She said after a moment before considering the connotations of that. Probably best not to dwell on whether or not she’d just called him cute in some kind of weird way. Then again, Rose was the kind of person who didn’t necessarily look threatening but could wield a weapon as well as her family (yes, she was the worst at hunting in her family but that didn’t mean she was bad, she just wasn’t eager to actually kill someone).
Popping a block of chocolate into her mouth, Rose thought back to the times she’d sat on these bleachers, watching Liam play lacrosse, cheering him on to a level which even a cheerleader would be impressed with and that had been before they’d even started dating, back when they’d been friends. Now there was a chance that even that friendship was over. What happened to her? A year or so ago she would never have been so sad, so mopey, why did life have to go and get hard? “I think, that I would give chocolate up for a nice burger with cheese and bacon, you know? I’m feeling that.” Rose nodded to herself, supporting herself and the idea that a burger was perhaps more what her heart wanted than chocolate. “What about you, Leon? What’s your food version of basketball and drama?” She was interested- mainly to see if it was going to be some completely British food choice.
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Human
Written by Megan.
78 posts.
18 years old.
crushin'.
I am Male.
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Post by Leon Pratt on Jan 21, 2016 1:26:54 GMT
He felt like Rudolph. Well, normally he could relate fairly well to the fictional reindeer- with not being able to participate in the 'reindeer games' and what not, but right now? Leon felt like he was reliving the whole 'she said I'm cute' scene and he's trying desperately trying to avoid turning into Rudolph. Red nose and all, but of course he fails at that. For a faint blush tinted Leon's cheeks as he hid behind his fringe, head tilted down as he shrugged, his voice joking, but rather soft as he asked, "You calling me cute?" He raised his head, eyes a little wide as he realized he'd actually said that and not kept it like he'd meant to. Stupid mouth, stupid brain for thinking that stupid thought. Stupid cheeks for deepening that stupid shade of red. Stupid Leon, is the point of this. "I-I'm kidding," he stuttered, fingers curling together to keep himself from slapping his forehead, eyes cast down as he tried to play it off, "I know I'm cute- my mom says so." Nice save, super clever. A small, though rather cheeky, smile was hinted at on his lips, just barely there as he kept his head down. He shook his head at himself, what an idiot he could be. The proclaimed genius of the family is indeed an antisocial idiot.
Leon turned his attention back onto Rose as she spoke again, head tilted in a way that was similar to a confused puppy as he took in her words, tossing them around in his head for a moment before chuckling. Of course she'd go from unhealthy to unhealthier. Then her question came, and his face blanked. Food? Favorite foods? Why did everything he'd ever consumed suddenly flee his mind? He gaped like a guppy for a moment, eyebrows creased as he thought it over. It hit him then, as he glanced back up into her eyes, and he grinned from ear to ear. "If I'm honest, I think I'm more of a Ryan in this case," he'd always favored the Evans brother over Troy, probably because of his hatred of sports, but still, "All drama- in which, I don't think I'd give up Maltesers for anything." His eyes grew wistful as he tried to recall the last time he'd had the little chocolate covered balls, hard to find here in America. Whoppers were close, but not the same. "Though," he said, falsely exasperated, he added, "If I had to choose, I'd probably be able to live off of chips," he paused, pondered, and then corrected, "Er, fries? Yeah those."
Apparently he was just as unhealthy.
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Hunters
Written by Jasmin.
517 posts.
17 years old.
sad.
I am Female.
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Post by Rose Harper on Jan 29, 2016 18:58:12 GMT
Rose shoved his shoulder, a grin blossoming across her face, "now, now don't get cocky." She joked before snapping off a piece of chocolate and biting down into it. Man she loved chocolate, she'd do a lot for chocolate. "Well then, your mum must have very good judgement," Rose told him kicking one of her legs over the other, she'd lost track of how long they'd been out here- it could have been 15 minutes, could have been hours, Rose didn't care. Rose could tell though that this whole 'cute' interaction had maybe made the situation slightly uncomfortable for him so she'd change track for now.
Ah, Ryan. He'd always bugged Rose when she watched the films, could never figure out why. Maybe it was the hats. "Hmm, Maltesers. What are they like? Are they the ones shaped like balls?" She'd seen some once upon a time in an advert or some YouTube video but there were so many different types of chocolate, you could never be sure. "Yeah- fries. Although I knew what you meant." Rose agreed with a nod.
"So, how have you been? We didn't go over that." What had he been up to whilst she was dealing with her own problems and selfishly not investigating into his issues?
(This is so short I'm sorry)
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Human
Written by Megan.
78 posts.
18 years old.
crushin'.
I am Male.
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Post by Leon Pratt on Jan 31, 2016 1:18:27 GMT
Leon rocked with the movement of her shove, a grin pulling against his lips, his cheeks still pink as he cast his gaze down at his hands and shrugged. He'd never be cocky. Didn't have it in him. Didn't have anything to be cocky about either, so that helped. He peeked at her from the corner of his eye, huffing a laugh as he watched her devour another chunk of chocolate. He had never seen someone go from so dreadfully sorrowful to elated because of a simple brick of cocoa. He straightened up from his hunch, he had to work on that. He was always cowering, trying to make his height less overwhelming and stop attention from being drawn to him, and he knew he didn't have to hide with Rose- and yet he kept doing it. Turning to face her a bit more, he chuckled, shaking his head as he supplied a poor excuse, "I mean, I kind of think she has to say that. Parental ego boost or whatever." He shrugged again, but this time in a joking manor rather than one to mask his uncertainty.
Biting his lower lip as she asked her question, Leon was glad he actually could supply an answer for this, "Yeah, their the little wafers covered in chocolate. Have you ever had Whoppers? They're like that, but better." The Whoppers left a weird after taste in his mouth he couldn't quite stand. He smirked slightly at the fact that she was familiar with the British lingo, felt like an accomplishment on his end even if he hadn't really contributed to that. He thinks.
Oh great. Him. How had he been? All Leon could do was shrug and try to sum up his life without making it sound too pitiful. "I've been fine. Nothing interesting happened. I study. I read. I avoid sunlight as much as possible." No new friends. No girlfriend. Nothing even notable. He was as normal as could be. Kind of. Leon didn't really want to talk much about his own problems when she had so much on her own plate. He pulled a 'what can you do' face and smoothed his hands over his thighs.
How long had they been out here? Lunch would surely be over soon, and he couldn't risk being late to class- but didn't want to break the moment either. Hopefully they'd hear the bell out this far to dismiss them.
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Hunters
Written by Jasmin.
517 posts.
17 years old.
sad.
I am Female.
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Post by Rose Harper on Feb 17, 2016 19:15:07 GMT
"Better than a Whopper? Must be pretty impressive then." Rose replied with a laugh and a toss of her hair, aided by a light breeze. The thing was that now he'd set her impression of the chocolate rather high so if she did ever try it, there was a high chance she'd be disappointed if it wasn't all he'd made them out to be.
Rose listened to what his life had been like with interest, looking in his direction, a small smile on her face. "Leon, my little vampire friend, we've got to expand your comfort zone some." Rose told him with a smirk, nudging his shoulder with her fingers. When she was younger and still learning about the supernatural world she'd been terrified of the idea that vampires were real and out there even if every other Harper she spoke to told her they were all myth and legend, she was still nervous about the idea of them... even now. Not that she'd ever have an open discussion about how vampires gave her the chills. "Is there anything I can do to help you? Throw a party and invite you to it, get your absolutely blasted or something?" Rose queried although her tone was all joking, then again if he wanted any help and she could offer it to him - she'd do it.
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Written by Megan.
78 posts.
18 years old.
crushin'.
I am Male.
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Post by Leon Pratt on May 30, 2016 5:43:14 GMT
“Oh definitely,” Leon assured as he nodded, because if he knew anything, he knew that Whoppers had nothing on Maltesers. He’d been let down when he’d eaten a Whopper in place of his favorite candy, refused to touch them. Not that it proved anything, but it made him feel like he was doing something for the greater justice or something. Yeah, he should really get out more. Not that he hadn’t tried to, because he had, but Leon just couldn’t stand being around certain people. One bad apple ruined the batch- or however that goes, he’s probably thinking it wrong. So much for being the smart one.
Shaking his head to knock himself out of his thoughts and back into reality, Leon let his eyes meet Rose’s head on as she spoke- only to look away as he threw his head back, laughing at the ‘vampire’ comment. Wouldn’t be the first time he’d gotten the name thrown at him, but this time it did nothing but make him laugh, simply because it fit. Leon could probably pass as one for Halloween with nothing more than fake teeth- he had the complexion and the clothing to fit already.
He should definitely get out more.
But at Rose’s offer to help him do just that, he shut down, his laugh fading as he shook his head- eyes pleading as he dismissed, “There’s no need for that. I don’t- parties aren’t for me.” Drunk teens and loud music? No thank you. He didn’t want to come off rude, though, so he ducked his head down and hide behind his bangs as he murmured, “Thank you, though. For offering. I just- that wouldn’t end well,” and then, to lighten the mood, he peeked at her from behind his fringe as he shrugged, “I can’t dance.”
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Hunters
Written by Jasmin.
517 posts.
17 years old.
sad.
I am Female.
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Post by Rose Harper on Jul 15, 2016 8:49:56 GMT
Actually thinking on it, Rose could have suggested something other than a party because that kind of atmosphere and environment definitely didn't seem like Leon's type of thing. "Okay, so no parties, that's fine." Rose told him pushing a hand through her hair, pulling it away from her face. "But dancing? I don't believe it. Everyone can dance." She told him whilst giving her shoulders a slight shimmy once she'd finished. "I'll find you some lessons somewhere, you can go and salsa with all the old ladies - find a hot date." Rose teased just imaging the scene. Yeah, that wasn't a pretty picture, a funny one but not necessarily a good one.
A bell sounded in the distance and Rose knew that it had to be the school bell. "Ah, prison calls." Rose joked, pushing herself to her feet and grabbing her back before looking back at Leon. "You ready to head back in?" Bit of a stupid question, Rose knew that Leon actually cared about school (and hey Rose was trying to) and would want to get back with enough time so that his teachers couldn't tell him off for being late.
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Written by Megan.
78 posts.
18 years old.
crushin'.
I am Male.
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Post by Leon Pratt on Aug 19, 2016 6:47:00 GMT
Leon wouldn't be dancing with old ladies or going to any parties any time soon. Definitely no hot dates. He was flushed pink at the idea of Rose being his 'hot date' but that was stupid. So stupid for him to even put into his head. It would never happen.
They both managed to get inside and into class on time with a fleeting promise that they would actually keep in touch this time.
A promise they would keep. Seems they have Chemistry.
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