Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[Miss Captain Sexy]

Adele {f} ---------------------------------------Test Subject #21238832 {???}

She walks aimlessly down the halls, around the s.talls
As I sit and wait for my daily c a l l s


(I couldnt bare to keep this story in, although I cant seem to get the robot dog, so I just put it up here.)


PART ONE
Adele

I walk down the halls, glaring into each stall, writing down the subject's behaivor.
As I scribble on a behaivor for Test Subject #21238832, it peers at me weirdly like it hasnt ever seen me before; but it has. Every day, 5:00 PM and 10:30 PM, to be precise.

"H-ello?" It says, stalling at each letter. I smile, even though it cant smile back, therefore it has no emotions. But that'll end soon; this test subject is to be used to have human emotions and ableness to do humanoid things-Used for working, mostly. "Hello, Test Subject #21238832." I say, scribbling down aimlessly on my paper. "How are you feeling?" It cocks its head slightly, then replies with, "I-am G-go-od." It walks up to me, stumbling a little. "Ho-ww are y-you?" I grin again, my hair falling out of its ponytail. "I am good, Test Subject #21238832." It looks like its smiling, but Im not sure. We call all our subjects "it" because they havent enabled he/she/other genders. Im suprised to hear it ask, "Why c-cant youjust ca-all me Te-st?" It wonders.
I smile, nodding and scribbling on the "What questions has this subject asked, if any?" section. "Alright, Test, im going to leave now, to see all your neighbors." I say, and now it looks sad... But im not sure of its emotion.
"No, p-lease stay." It begs, its voice getting less stally. "Teach me w-ords." I grin, opening the stall and sitting on a stool near the bed. I tap on the bed and smile. "Sit," I tell it and it stallingly comes over and sits. I put down all my papers and hold up cards.

This one I am holding up says "World". "Test," I say. "What is this word? And what does it mean, or what is it?"
Test smiles robotically, "It is World, meaning... What... we live in?" It pauses to see me nod to tell it that it is correct. I nod quickly, and pull away the card. This one says, "Supercalafragalisticexpialadocious". It glares at the card.
"The word has no meaning, and it is nothing of the sorts of an inanimate object or an animate object." It says. I nod, suprised. "Good job, Test!" Then I continue with the next card.


(Continue?

Not sure if I spelled supercalafragalisticexpialadocious right, but... whatever lol.)

Much luff. Please continue ^.^

[swellows]

Adele {f} ---------------------------------------Test Subject #21238832 {???}

She walks aimlessly down the halls, around the s.talls
As I sit and wait for my daily c a l l s


(I couldnt bare to keep this story in, although I cant seem to get the robot dog, so I just put it up here.)


PART ONE
Adele

I walk down the halls, glaring into each stall, writing down the subject's behaivor.
As I scribble on a behaivor for Test Subject #21238832, it peers at me weirdly like it hasnt ever seen me before; but it has. Every day, 5:00 PM and 10:30 PM, to be precise.

"H-ello?" It says, stalling at each letter. I smile, even though it cant smile back, therefore it has no emotions. But that'll end soon; this test subject is to be used to have human emotions and ableness to do humanoid things-Used for working, mostly. "Hello, Test Subject #21238832." I say, scribbling down aimlessly on my paper. "How are you feeling?" It cocks its head slightly, then replies with, "I-am G-go-od." It walks up to me, stumbling a little. "Ho-ww are y-you?" I grin again, my hair falling out of its ponytail. "I am good, Test Subject #21238832." It looks like its smiling, but Im not sure. We call all our subjects "it" because they havent enabled he/she/other genders. Im suprised to hear it ask, "Why c-cant youjust ca-all me Te-st?" It wonders.
I smile, nodding and scribbling on the "What questions has this subject asked, if any?" section. "Alright, Test, im going to leave now, to see all your neighbors." I say, and now it looks sad... But im not sure of its emotion.
"No, p-lease stay." It begs, its voice getting less stally. "Teach me w-ords." I grin, opening the stall and sitting on a stool near the bed. I tap on the bed and smile. "Sit," I tell it and it stallingly comes over and sits. I put down all my papers and hold up cards.

This one I am holding up says "World". "Test," I say. "What is this word? And what does it mean, or what is it?"
Test smiles robotically, "It is World, meaning... What... we live in?" It pauses to see me nod to tell it that it is correct. I nod quickly, and pull away the card. This one says, "Supercalafragalisticexpialadocious". It glares at the card.
"The word has no meaning, and it is nothing of the sorts of an inanimate object or an animate object." It says. I nod, suprised. "Good job, Test!" Then I continue with the next card.


(Continue?

Not sure if I spelled supercalafragalisticexpialadocious right, but... whatever lol.)

(there's a fire, starting in my heart..)
Sorry Adele fan.

But very nice story :D I would love a continue on that.

[aquamarine]

{{ R.ainbow veins }}



Cheer up and dry your damp eyes and tell me when it rains
And I'll blend up that rainbow above you and shoot it through your veins
Cuz your heart has a lack of color and we should've known
That we'd grow up sooner or later cuz we wasted all our free time alone

Companion pair --

Finishing my little pairing series <3



Not everything is black and white; there is always room for shades of gray.

[Zeee]

{{ R.ainbow veins }}



Cheer up and dry your damp eyes and tell me when it rains
And I'll blend up that rainbow above you and shoot it through your veins
Cuz your heart has a lack of color and we should've known
That we'd grow up sooner or later cuz we wasted all our free time alone

Companion pair --

Finishing my little pairing series <3



Not everything is black and white; there is always room for shades of gray.

I love all of these. Beautiful, aqua.

[Never & Rush]

Charles & Erik


There was never hostility between them. There was only an understanding of each other. Charles knew all of Erik's pain and he had used that to help him become the powerful man he is now.
They had a connection deeper than anyone saw, closer than any brothers could be. Both knew how the other felt, what it was like to be different, but they didn't cope with it in the same way.
They didn't pick the same side, and that's a shame. They could have had it all, together, whichever path they had chosen.
Together they could have done anything.


I have an obsession with these two from X-Men. ;A;

[micah]

@Aqua: Dear, dear. That last one is amazing...~~


Stitches and stitches
Hidden in her niches, niches
Of a grown up world,
but this is no grown up girl

Stitches and stitches
Hidden with her lock and key
Tucked away from the devilish witches
Able to keep a secret of her needs

Stitches with stitches
Piecing her together, forever
A thirst for freedom that itches
It's her pure endeavor

A boy, a young lad
There's one thing that could make him glad
Stitches and stitches, he speaks
Trying to make any tweaks

A boy, a young lad
Out to set his record straight
Only to make himself sad
For missing the most important date

A boy, a young lad
Armed with a needle, a thread
Driving himself mad
Trying to revive the dead

[swellows]

Charles & Erik


There was never hostility between them. There was only an understanding of each other. Charles knew all of Erik's pain and he had used that to help him become the powerful man he is now.
They had a connection deeper than anyone saw, closer than any brothers could be. Both knew how the other felt, what it was like to be different, but they didn't cope with it in the same way.
They didn't pick the same side, and that's a shame. They could have had it all, together, whichever path they had chosen.
Together they could have done anything.


I have an obsession with these two from X-Men. ;A;

Aw x-men <3

[aquamarine]

Walking down the familiar path in the woods, he felt a wave of relief wash over him. He felt completely serene and at peace. The woods always calmed him down.

Golden sunshine peaked through the canopy of leaves above him. Random patches of aquamarine sky were visible in the tree tops. He could hear birds chirping and the wind swirled lightly around him. Suddenly, a sound caught his ear and he cocked his head to the side, listening closely.

“Deep green in summer, golden in fall, barest in winter, spring blooms for all. Deep green in summer, golden in fall, barest in winter, spring blooms for all. Deep green in summer … “

He peered around a huge tree trunk and saw a little girl skipping and twirling in a small patch of sunlit grass, singing the same little melody over and over again. Her hair was the color of sunshine and her eyes were blue, striking against her tan face.

Intrigued, he stepped into view and cleared his throat. “Excuse me, miss, but what are you singing about?”

The little girl looked startled at his voice, but soon relaxed once more and continued to twirl around, humming.

“It’s a song about trees. I think my mamma used to sing it to me, but she died.”

“Oh.” he said, sadness and sympathy rushing through him. “I’m sorry. I know how you feel, though. My little sister and my mom are both up there, too. Mom died giving birth to the baby, who ended up dying as well.”

The little girl twirled around, continuing to sing until she came to a sudden stop.

“I do too, you know.” she said, giving him an intense look. “Live up there, I mean. Up there in heaven. But I was allowed to come don here to look for someone I left behind when I died.”

The boy stuttered, shocked and scared. “You … you mean you’re a—a ghost?”

She shook her head. “No, I’m an angel and I’m down here looking for my big brother. Do you know where he is? I loved him a lot, but I can’t remember him.”

He began to shake his head no, but recognition crept into his eyes as he looked hard into the little girl’s eyes.


“…Sunshine?”

[faraday]

will{m}...................katrina{f}

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I sat on the pier, my feet brushing over the clear blue water, minnows nipping at my toes. Nothing better than a warm sunny day in Los Angeles to keep the mind- "Oof!" I excliamed, catching myself to keep myself from falling off the dock. I looked up to see a man of medium hieght standing over me, his expression worried, hands shaking."I-I'm sorry..." He stuttered, stumbling with his words. "I- I ha... where are we, I mean, where am I?" He asked, golden eyes surveying his surroundings with fear. I put a hand down on the dock to give me some leaverage, and hoisted myself up. The man was wearing some sort of white suit, and a black jacket. Unusual for the extremely hot weather we were having- maybe he had heat stroke. "Um... a pier. Are you okay?" I said, reaching out to feel his forehead. He flinched, grabbing my head. "I- I'm sorry... I have... I have.... I have Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. The doctors say.... they say my memory isn't what it used to... to be." He released his grip, his eyes flickering back and forth, between me and the ocean. "Oh, I see now..." I whispered, rubbing the back of my head, looking down at my feet. "Say, how long have you-" I looked up to see him in the distance fleeing. "Hey!" I exclaimed, chasing after him.

He was fast, but I caught up to him when he reached the road. There were too many cars going to fast. He had nowhere to go. "Hey, come here." I said, ushering him closer with my hand. He looked fearful, and shook his head. "Who are you?" He asked, shrinking back, away from me. "We were just talking over there- remember?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at his behavior. His gaze softened, and he burrowed his face in his hands. "Oh, oh, oh.... I'm sorry, I have Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder- the doctors say my memory isn't how it used to be." I put a reassuring hand on his shoulder, smiling out of sympathy. "It's okay- I know what you're going through." I whispered, walking him back to the pier. He chuckled darkly. "I find that hard to believe." I offered him a seat on one of the benched, and sat next to him.

"Well... a few years back, my brother, Jeremy, was sent to Iran. He was an escort to the uh, the soldiers." I said, resting my hands in my lap. "Every night, there would be some kind of ambush, some kind of attack." I continued, fiddling with my thumbs. "And... when he came back... he was different." I said, looking back over at the man. He was looking in the other direction, but I could tell he was listening. "PTSD." He said, shifting his gaze to me. I smiled gently, looking at my feet. "...yeah. Do you know the first thing he said to me when he came back?" I asked, my voice faltering. "He told me, 'In Iran, it's like falling through the sky. It was real- always full of energy. But coming home to you is like hitting the ground.' Can you believe that?" I exclaimed, resting my head in my hands. "Well... your brother is right. About falling through the sky." He said, hands still shaking. "B-but... I haven't hit the ground, yet." I looked over at him, attempting to give him a smile, but it seemed my lips were frozen in a solemn frown. "And..." He continued, raising his eyebrows. "I'm afraid of what will happen when I do." I scooted closer to the man, finally getting a smile to appear. "Don't worry." I whispered, pushing his hair out of his eyes. "I'll be right there to catch you."

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Wow, I really like how this turned out. I'm not done with it though, this is just part one. 8D

Even though nobody seems to be following this, I'll continue. :3

Part 2

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"So, how long have you had PTSD?" I asked, our shoes shuffling along the sidewalk, heat radiating off of the surface. His hands were shaking considerably. "S-since I was... I was 6, and, and I watched my parents be, be murdered." He stuttered softly, his eyes falling to the sidewalk. I grabbed his hand, frowning in sympathy. "I'm sorry. I really am." His hand stopped shaking. He smiled. "Would you l-look at that- my hand!" I smiled with him. "Yeah- hey, where are you staying?" I asked him, my eyebrows knit in worry. His face wiped itself of emotion. "W-why?" I shrugged, releasing his hand. "So I could visit you, of course." I said, my voice brimming with happiness. He grabbed his shoulder, and stopped walking. I turned around to face him.

"I-I don't know, I don't know, I, I think you only take intrest, in-intrest in me because I re-remind you of your brother." He sighed, his gaze dropping again. I shook my head, rubbing my temple. "No, don't be ridiculous. I... I just want to help you out. I'm- my brother has nothing to do with this." I said, my voice hard, brimming with frustration. "W-What, what happened t-to your brother, your brother anyways?!" He exclaimed, his eyes smoldering. I let my hand fall to my side, and I narrowed my eyes. "My brother hung himself in the closet." He silenced, his angered face melting into an expression of worry, and pain. "...oh." He murmered, his eyes misting up. He grabbed my hand, and pulled me closer, and whispered into my ear. "I don't want that to happen to me." I could feel his tears slide down his face onto my neck. I embraced him with my free hand in a hug. "I don't either... um..." "Will." He said, sniffling, pushing me back. "Will Gregoire." I smiled, wiping the tears from his cheeks. "I'm Katrina. Katrina Spence." He smiled back at me, adjusting his coat. "Yes, Katrina, I'm Will- Will Gregiore." I laughed, messing his hair up. "I know."

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End of Part 2

[loptyr]

Raccoon{male}---------------------------Celestial{female}

The wildest of hearts, and the calmest, most gentle of the dogs. Two personalities and hearts that are completely different, yet fit together perfectly. The two met on a rainy day. Celestial had planned a trip to the beach to stay calm and relax, and Raccoon had planned to surf on the biggest waves. As they both arrived on separate sides of the beach, the sky opened up and a heavy rain fell, washing away all their plans for the day. Celestial opened her umbrella sadly as she walked along the beach. Coming from the other direction, without an umbrella, and feeling very depressed since his plans were ruined was Raccoon. The two were looking down at the soaked sand and they walked right into each other. Raccoon looked up as the rain stopped falling over him. Celestial looked at Raccoon, and Raccoon looked back. A smile lit up both of their faces, bright enough to wash the rain away.