Your CS Pet Pairs? :3 (NEW THREAD!)

[MigratingCoconut]

I'm so far behind on pages. ;A;
I hope you all enjoy. Too much dialogPlenty of dialog.

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Victoria [♀] --- Acquiescence [♂/○]
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Ooh, I'm intrigued. Please write more.

[faraday]

I'm so far behind on pages. ;A;
I hope you all enjoy. Too much dialogPlenty of dialog.

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Victoria [♀] --- Acquiescence [♂/○]
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She sat and idly twirled the noodles, thickly encompassed in the sauce. Her eyes hung low, bright amber barely holding any expression at all. Victoria poked and prodded her fork through again, mildly twisting, but not trying to get any noodles on the utensil. She wasn't very hungry, but she felt she at least needed to try to eat.

A soft music serenaded in the back, and an old couple danced; their arms were wrapped around each other, soft pupils dilating as they stepped one, two; one, two, three. She eyed them with suspicion, but returned to her plate to play with her food. The manager of the run-down Italian restaurant slid over to her table, soft smile on his face.

"Does everything taste okay, Miss?"

"Yes," she squeaked, voice cracking from not talking in awhile. "It's wonderful, thank you."

He offered a slight nod and went to the next table, and onward. Victoria's head was immediately down, staring at the grotesque sauce and slimy noodles. Her lips were creased tightly in a line, not even opening to let a sigh escape. It was a jail.

"Did you know, Miss, that originally--"

Victoria flew up, and put her hand over her heart. Her breathing was exasperated, and heavy.

"Oh, my," he said somberly. "I'm very sorry! I didn't mean to wake you, m'dear."

Her head twisted to the booth next to hers, across the seat, to find a man. His eyes were both different colors: ocean blue and electric yellow, but they both seemed to function. His hair was a delicious, matted mess; you couldn't tell where the red started or black ended, but it... worked on him. Up his forearms were gauntlets, made of an expensive metal. They seemed to be embellished with blue paint [not a normal paint, not at all] and had gold backing.

"I..." she began, faltering to find words. "I wasn't asleep."

He chuckled. "Then you were surely in a trance!"

"I guess?" Her eyes shifted across the room, in a nervous hiss. "What were you saying?"

"Oh!" His face immediately went soft, a nice smile lighting it up. "Well, originally, spaghetti was eaten with a spoon, not a fork. Odd, huh?"

She found it hard to focus. "Yeah, that's... that would be tough to do."

"You might even think of me as crazy..." He met her eyes. "Even more crazy to know that's how I eat mine."

She lifted herself gently to peer into his booth, to see a spoon neatly tucked in his spaghetti bowl. When she turned to face him, he had an unknowing smile across his face; the one where your teeth show just a bit, and your eyes can only match the loveliness. She couldn't help but smile when he slid into her booth, across from her.

"So tell me your name." He said, bubbling. "I'm--"

"Victoria--" They both laughed, after cutting each other off. "I'm Victoria." She said slower this time, not to cut him off.

"And I'm Acquiescence." He laughed. "But you can call me Sense. I like it much better that way, likewise."

She smiled. "Would you mind telling me what Acquiescence means?"

Sense blushed and looked down, not meeting her eyes. "Agreeing without protest. Sometimes, without will, I have to say yes. If they ask if I want the special, I say yes. But more life-threatening ones--" he paused, noting the confusion in her eyes. "I can fight them off now."

"Oh..." Victoria's mouth slung open slightly, but she shut it quickly. "Well--"

"May I see your hand?" Sense blurted, eyes quickly growing. She lifted her arm and placed it in front of him. He took two fingers and slid them down the back of her hand, and down her index and ring finger. "So... You're built more like a machine?" He paused. "You don't eat much, do you? You prefer cooler climates... If you get too hot, you'll faint, right?"

Her mouth dangled. "Y-Yes..."

"I think I've found who I've been looking for. Come on, Victoria, we've got to go." He took her hand and brushed out of the room, tossing a full wallet as they escaped.

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I think I want to steal Sense and keep him in a box under my bed. o3o;

Beautifully written, lovely characters.

[Tesalong]

I'm so far behind on pages. ;A;
I hope you all enjoy. Too much dialogPlenty of dialog.

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Victoria [♀] --- Acquiescence [♂/○]
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She sat and idly twirled the noodles, thickly encompassed in the sauce. Her eyes hung low, bright amber barely holding any expression at all. Victoria poked and prodded her fork through again, mildly twisting, but not trying to get any noodles on the utensil. She wasn't very hungry, but she felt she at least needed to try to eat.

A soft music serenaded in the back, and an old couple danced; their arms were wrapped around each other, soft pupils dilating as they stepped one, two; one, two, three. She eyed them with suspicion, but returned to her plate to play with her food. The manager of the run-down Italian restaurant slid over to her table, soft smile on his face.

"Does everything taste okay, Miss?"

"Yes," she squeaked, voice cracking from not talking in awhile. "It's wonderful, thank you."

He offered a slight nod and went to the next table, and onward. Victoria's head was immediately down, staring at the grotesque sauce and slimy noodles. Her lips were creased tightly in a line, not even opening to let a sigh escape. It was a jail.

"Did you know, Miss, that originally--"

Victoria flew up, and put her hand over her heart. Her breathing was exasperated, and heavy.

"Oh, my," he said somberly. "I'm very sorry! I didn't mean to wake you, m'dear."

Her head twisted to the booth next to hers, across the seat, to find a man. His eyes were both different colors: ocean blue and electric yellow, but they both seemed to function. His hair was a delicious, matted mess; you couldn't tell where the red started or black ended, but it... worked on him. Up his forearms were gauntlets, made of an expensive metal. They seemed to be embellished with blue paint [not a normal paint, not at all] and had gold backing.

"I..." she began, faltering to find words. "I wasn't asleep."

He chuckled. "Then you were surely in a trance!"

"I guess?" Her eyes shifted across the room, in a nervous hiss. "What were you saying?"

"Oh!" His face immediately went soft, a nice smile lighting it up. "Well, originally, spaghetti was eaten with a spoon, not a fork. Odd, huh?"

She found it hard to focus. "Yeah, that's... that would be tough to do."

"You might even think of me as crazy..." He met her eyes. "Even more crazy to know that's how I eat mine."

She lifted herself gently to peer into his booth, to see a spoon neatly tucked in his spaghetti bowl. When she turned to face him, he had an unknowing smile across his face; the one where your teeth show just a bit, and your eyes can only match the loveliness. She couldn't help but smile when he slid into her booth, across from her.

"So tell me your name." He said, bubbling. "I'm--"

"Victoria--" They both laughed, after cutting each other off. "I'm Victoria." She said slower this time, not to cut him off.

"And I'm Acquiescence." He laughed. "But you can call me Sense. I like it much better that way, likewise."

She smiled. "Would you mind telling me what Acquiescence means?"

Sense blushed and looked down, not meeting her eyes. "Agreeing without protest. Sometimes, without will, I have to say yes. If they ask if I want the special, I say yes. But more life-threatening ones--" he paused, noting the confusion in her eyes. "I can fight them off now."

"Oh..." Victoria's mouth slung open slightly, but she shut it quickly. "Well--"

"May I see your hand?" Sense blurted, eyes quickly growing. She lifted her arm and placed it in front of him. He took two fingers and slid them down the back of her hand, and down her index and ring finger. "So... You're built more like a machine?" He paused. "You don't eat much, do you? You prefer cooler climates... If you get too hot, you'll faint, right?"

Her mouth dangled. "Y-Yes..."

"I think I've found who I've been looking for. Come on, Victoria, we've got to go." He took her hand and brushed out of the room, tossing a full wallet as they escaped.

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Amazing :0

[flashlight reveries~]

Scott - The Victim ------- Eric - The Accused ------- Jeremy - The Justice

'Not to pull your halo down around your neck
and tug you off your cloud,
but I'm more than just a little curious how you're planning
to go about making your amends
to the dead.'
The Noose - A Perfect Circle

Spoiled rich boy. Self-absorbed, self-proclaimed artist, always wearing that ridiculous beret as if it were the gift he was blessed to wear for being so 'talented' in his chosen field. But not today. Today his long hair was tied back in a simple ponytail, and his stylish clothing replaced with a garish orange prison jumpsuit. His only accessories were the wrist and ankle shackles he wore.

All eyes of the room were on the tall, thin young man on trial as the video played for the jury. That perfectly-formed face was pale with realization as he watched the familiar scene unfold.

He and the young man now taking the stand against him had shot it themselves. The archival footage of Eric's last 'masterpiece'.

'Recall the deeds as if they're all someone else's atrocious stories.'

The young victim, Scott, had answered an online ad for a photography model. Jeremy had performed the killing, as he always did in his friend's schemes, and also shot the video. The filming began as he two friends met Scott, and continued through the murderous act and into the gritty horror of Eric working his magic.

Gorgeous, vivid red splattered the large blank canvas as Eric's fingers pulled the thick medium into gentle slopes and curving shapes. Jeremy's voice could be heard, shaking softly, on the tape. "What kind of painting are you going to make this time?"

Eric never hesitated as he continued to lay down the basic shapes of his art with his blood-red fingers, switching to a thin paintbrush as he began working in the details. "To continue with my usual themes..." He leaned back to allow Jeremy a good shot of his work in progress. "This one will be 'the hanging man'."

'With your halo slipping down...
Your halo slipping...'

As the Prosecutor shut off the video, Jeremy's eyes focused on his friend's watering golden brown ones. He had agreed to testify against Eric to avoid the death penalty, but now he wasn't so sure he had made the right choice. Maybe they should both be put to death.

'Your halo slipping down to choke you now.'

Chillingly beautiful. <3

[OMGItsFireFoxx]

cecilia & sepia & zerick


The girl had fallen asleep after her body tired of it's racking sobs. It would've been hard for her to sleep, what with the noise of the other orphaned children, if not for her sorrowful exhaustion. When she woke, her eyes were red-rimmed. Her nose hurt even worse from the face plant six hours before, and her tired eyes fell sadly upon the torn ear of Sepia. The bear was emotionless as always, his face a blank memory of what had happened earlier. She had been hoping that this was all a dream, that none of this terrible news had really been true. Yet she awoke to find different, her heart dropping.
She went to the open the door, but found a little boy her age there, with his paw poised to knock. He wore a blue crystal necklace, and smiled apologetically when she opened the door. "Hey. I wanted to apologize for my brother last night. Tarin isn't fond of newcomers." his voice was gentle and comforting. His blue eyes, matching the color of his necklace, shone like two seperate oceans concealed in sparkling orbs, his pupils like cheerful inky dolphins splashing in the depths.
Cecilia smiled softly, rubbing her nose gently and wincing. "Sadly, I learned that the hard way." she said with a sigh. "What's in your paw?" she asked carefully, noting that he held one paw behind his back, the way people did with surprises. She wasn't sure if she wanted a surprise, and she was more afraid of what it was.
The boy opened up his paw in front of her face, revealing a needle and black thread. His smile grew. "Tada. As an apology, I decided I'd help you fix your bear." he said, nosing the other half of Sepia's torn ear toward her.
Cecilia's smile was now anything but small and uncertain. "You don't have to do that." she said, watching with happiness as the boy gently took Sepia from her paws and placed the torn half of his ear against the rest, sticking the needle into the torn part and beginning to sew them slowly together.
"I'm not doing it because I want to." he looked up from under his soft black eyelashes. "I'm doing it because I want to." he looked back down to his work. "I'm Zerick by the way. You're?"
"Cecilia."
"Lovely name, Cecilia. It's a pleasure to meet you."
She blushed slightly, a soft pastel pink streaked onto her cheeks. It was very easy to see through the light teal fur there. It caused Zerick to smile. Something about him was sweet and helpful. Something about him was charismatic and charming and smart and great and... Wait. She was saying all this about some stranger she met a minute ago. Hadn't her mother always told her not to talk to strangers?

cecilia & sepia & zerick


In only a matter of minutes, Zerick handed Cecilia the bear, his ear now sewed back on. She smiled. "I can't thank you enough, Zerick. You're the first person here that hasn't ignored me or gone on the attack." she said with a grim little laugh, noting how Zerick was nothing like his brother.
Zerick just smiled. "So, why are you here? You don't seem like the type to be orphaned."
Cecilia sighed. "My parents were killed." she said quietly.
"Oh... That's terrible."
She nodded. "What about you?"
Zerick swallowed hesitantly. "My mom died after I was born, and my dad killed himself because he couldn't live without her." he said, his voice breaking a bit during the middle.
Cecilia could tell this was a touchy subject for him. She decided it was time to talk about something different. "Would you mind showing me around?" she asked. Zerick nodded, as a sign that he'd be happy to, and the two trotted out and around the place.
Zerick led her into through a doorway without a door. Inside were grimy counters and dirty walls that she guessed were white at some point. A refrigerator stood, covered with a thick layer of dust. "This is our sad excuse for a kitchen." he explained in a voice that made Cecilia giggle, despite the terrible odor in the room.
He then trotted up a rickety staircase and pushed open a door. Inside, it looked somewhat like the kitchen - supposedly white at one time, dirty and grimy, though it smelled of sulfur. A dirty bathtub sat in the corner, and a yellowing marble sink on the other side. "Sad excuse for a bathroom." he continued on in that same voice.
Cecilia plugged her nose. "Let me guess; I'll get used to the smell?"
Zerick laughed. "Hopefully, for your own sake."

<3 love it

[swellows]

T i m e d;
My moves are limited
left
right
where do I turn?
do I turn right for the heart?
or do I turn left for the mind?
Down the hallway he comes
runing for me
or to me
Toward the light,
or toward what's right?
I can't say
for sure the path to take
but there he is
and now he has me
it appears that my decision is clear now
I did not turn right
nor did I turn left
I turned back
I turned back
I turned back to be trapped
like a clock in the tower
chiming for its master
living to help others
but now the time is up
his arms grip me tight
slap me so my cogs fit right
right
right for the heart?
but he is telling me left
left
left but back
back to be trapped
left for the mind?
neither I turn
I turn back
I turned back
and now I am lost
to him,
the
C l o c k M a s t e r;


that's right. Wallow in your confusion.

[Zeee]

Elizabeth {f}


Samurai {m}


Crysan {f}


Should I write a story?

[Poison Reaper]

Sofia{f}````` ???{m}

".... yeah, that was a awesome party. Thanks for inviting me."

"You sure? We haven't even cut the cake yet."

"Yeah, I'm sure, mum wants me home by one."

"You need a ride then?"

"Naw, my apartment is the street over."

"Alright, don't jaywalk."

"I promise. Bye."

Sofia started walking back home to her apartment after her friend's sister's 7 Birthday party. A butterfly was keeping her happy, so she didn't mind walking. As the lights turned red, the butterfly left. As she jaywalked, seeing she had it down perfectly, she felt like she was being followed. Great, gotta take the long way home. Sofia thought to herself. When she was old enough, her mother wisked her to self-defence classes. She got up to a black belt, and they always said: Iillued your attacker. Anything can be used as a barrier. Sofia zig-zaged in and out of trafic, lalmost colliding with a couple of bikers, but she was alright.As she got to the top of the street, she broke into a run. She hear increasing footsteps behind her. Almost there... She felt a had on her shoulder.
"Isn't it a bit dangerous for a girl like you to be walking on the streets of New York alone?"
And the world went black.

-Crawls back to her hole- I think I killed the Thread;-;[list=]Sorry XC[/list]

[Zeee]

Sofia{f}````` ???{m}

".... yeah, that was a awesome party. Thanks for inviting me."

"You sure? We haven't even cut the cake yet."

"Yeah, I'm sure, mum wants me home by one."

"You need a ride then?"

"Naw, my apartment is the street over."

"Alright, don't jaywalk."

"I promise. Bye."

Sofia started walking back home to her apartment after her friend's sister's 7 Birthday party. A butterfly was keeping her happy, so she didn't mind walking. As the lights turned red, the butterfly left. As she jaywalked, seeing she had it down perfectly, she felt like she was being followed. Great, gotta take the long way home. Sofia thought to herself. When she was old enough, her mother wisked her to self-defence classes. She got up to a black belt, and they always said: Iillued your attacker. Anything can be used as a barrier. Sofia zig-zaged in and out of trafic, lalmost colliding with a couple of bikers, but she was alright.As she got to the top of the street, she broke into a run. She hear increasing footsteps behind her. Almost there... She felt a had on her shoulder.
"Isn't it a bit dangerous for a girl like you to be walking on the streets of New York alone?"
And the world went black.

-Crawls back to her hole- I think I killed the Thread;-;[list=]Sorry XC[/list]

Please continue!!

[Zeee]

Elizabeth {f}


Samurai {m}


Crysan {f}


Should I write a story?

PART ONE
Elizabeth

I scurried across the street impatiently, just returning to my home. My mother stood hands-on-hips. "Yes?" I asked.

She smirked, taking her hands and putting them on my shoulders. "Elizabeth," She began. "Where have you been? Its 4 am." Suprisingly, she didnt yell.

I shifted my hands. "Umm... out with some friends. We had coffee at 12 am, ha, not a good idea, then we got a little hung over with laughter and hyperness, then we just... wandered."
Mom smiled. "Thats alright, honey. Every teenager has their moments." I now just notice She sounds a little droopy. I flinch as she drops a plate and a towel. She leaves it there. "Mom?" I ask. "Are you okay?"

She flopped onto the couch. "Y-eyes..yes, honey.. Everything is wonderful." She now laughed uncontrollably.

I peered into the kitchen for clues as she flipped through channels ranging from Barney to the News. I was a little bit of a slooth, so I tiptoed into the kitchen, keeping my eyes peeled.
Finally I saw 2 empty fancy cups, and a half a bottle of wine gone. Oh god.
My mom is drunk.

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