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protect the blonde, good luck player [tos m/o]
POSTED ON Jun 22, 2020 18:01:09 GMT
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protect the blonde, good luck player [tos m/o]
i used to dream in the dark of palisades park
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Francie had come to the event early so that she could try and get a good seat! She didn't realize she was like, an hour early, and ended up on staff for the event. Her lycanrocs were in various spots, playing 'guard dogs.' Each were in her view point and that meant their hearing could pick up on her voice, which was plenty enough.close tab played by
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[attr="class","illiepost"] [attr="class","illieicon"]  [attr="class","illie b"] [attr="class","illie i"]punctual, prepared, and already in position, illeana reyes is startled away from her notes by the sound of approaching feet and the accompanying snouts that press into her thighs. her head snaps up from the notebook and to the interruption, eyes already wide to watch the look of surprise. she hadn't expected anyone to join her little bubble, let alone strike up a conversation. surprise gives way to a genuine smile, journal snapping shut beneath her fingers. it's shifted out of focus and forgotten on the chair she had been occupying. a pair of ninetales flank her on both sides, one tawny and suspicious, the other pale and easily excited. both foxes meet the approaching woman with different reactions. while one narrows her eyes, the other bounces right up for pets. "hi!" she chirps out a moment later before rising to her feet. the expression she wears is bright, friendly, probably not the best for the job at hand. oh well, she's not actually here to muscle people out of the way anyway. "it's a pleasure to meet you, francie. i'm illeana," a hand is extended toward the blonde. giggles bubble up in her throat and escape in soft waves, gaze darting to inspect the people around them before settling back onto her new companion. "you seem a little different than the rest, you know. it's a relief, really." she was expecting to be stuck with macho men for the entire night, nursing a headache and a sour mood. instead, she'll come across a bird of a feather. the prospect has her smiling a little wider. [attr="class","illietag"]francie myrtle [attr="class","illiepoke"]       [newclass=.illiepost] width:350px; text-transform:lowercase; text-align:justify; font-family:verdana; font-size:10px; padding-left:10px; [/newclass] [newclass=.illieicon] height:100px; width: 100px; float:left; padding-right:5px; [/newclass] [newclass=.illie b] color:#E37474; [/newclass] [newclass=.illie i] text-decoration: underline dotted #E37474; [/newclass] [newclass=.illietag] width:300px; text-transform:lowercase; font-family:georgia; font-size:12px; text-align:right; [/newclass] [newclass=.illiepoke] width:300px; text-align:right; [/newclass] |
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protect the blonde, good luck player [tos m/o]
POSTED ON Jun 22, 2020 20:40:48 GMT
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[attr="class","illiepost"] [attr="class","illieicon"] [attr="class","illie b"] [attr="class","illie i"]she giggles at the joke, amusement etching itself into her features. while size might be important for a guard job, francie seems more than up to the task regardless. and while she laughs, she finds herself opening up more than expected. who knew taking on a job like this would create such a wonderful encounter? "if it matters," she murmurs before leaning forward, cupping a hand to her mouth as if what she's about to say next is top secret. "you could probably show most of these men up." it might be playful but she's genuine in the remark nonetheless. both ninetales let out soft coos of appreciation, leaning a little further into francie's touch. while they're perhaps too accustomed to pets and cuddles, it's always something they actively seek. she's spoiled them but they deserve all the love she could ever possibly give them so is it such a bad thing? no, she decides with a fond smile, filing this away into a folder titled adorable moments in the archives of her mind. another laugh escapes as one of her hands drifts to brush against flammae's back, fingertips soaking up the natural warmth of the fire type. "thank you! they eat everything, really, but it's all in the beauty routine!" her smile widens and there's excitement rising to her features regardless of francie cutting off the questions she wanted to ask. "oh, please, ask away! there's always time to be curious." besides, time is a funny construct. her gaze follows the pointing of a finger. a nod follows and she's lingering on each lycanroc as if absorbing bits of their presence from their positions and posture alone. will her pair of rockruffs grow up to be as strong as these? "they're lovely," she compliments when francie speaks up again. "now, those are impressive coats! strong bodies, too!" a light laugh follows and she's allowing her smile to widen further, to create a dull ache in her cheeks. "what kind of shady stuff do you think we'll have to confiscate?" [attr="class","illietag"]francie myrtle [attr="class","illiepoke"] [newclass=.illiepost] width:350px; text-transform:lowercase; text-align:justify; font-family:verdana; font-size:10px; padding-left:10px; [/newclass] [newclass=.illieicon] height:100px; width: 100px; float:left; padding-right:5px; [/newclass] [newclass=.illie b] color:#E37474; [/newclass] [newclass=.illie i] text-decoration: underline dotted #E37474; [/newclass] [newclass=.illietag] width:300px; text-transform:lowercase; font-family:georgia; font-size:12px; text-align:right; [/newclass] [newclass=.illiepoke] width:300px; text-align:right; [/newclass] |
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protect the blonde, good luck player [tos m/o]
POSTED ON Jun 23, 2020 13:28:41 GMT
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[attr="class","illiepost"] [attr="class","illieicon"] [attr="class","illie b"] [attr="class","illie i"]there comes a time, or multiple times, in ones life where they understand various pieces of themselves. they'll see them in another, reflect upon the way it makes them feel, and either change or hold the trait close. this is no exception. she sees small bits of herself in the woman before her, tiny little traits that have her smiling with an almost fond sadness. the flush of a compliment, the kindness that seeps from pores. and it brings with it a sense of understanding, a sense of protectiveness. birds of a feather flock together but they'll also have to shield each other from predators. and suddenly, it's a little amusing that they're meeting beneath these circumstances, positioned as guards at a wrestling match. irony, perhaps. her ninetales shift their gazes between the lycanrocs as if making a note of each one. illeana allows her own gaze to follow, curious as to what reaction will come from the group of canines. her smile grows at the puffing of a chest, a display she finds a little endearing. "perfect," she laughs. "we're in good hands, then! i'm afraid i might not be much help in the whole muscle department." a flush spreads across her cheeks, mirroring that of francie's, and it feels a little embarrassing to admit so casually. as if it's the oddest thing in the world to not be an actual trainer in this day and age. and perhaps it is. "it's silly, really, but i'm not much of a battler." not yet, anyway. perhaps in time... strength comes to those who seek it, right? [attr="class","illietag"]francie myrtle [attr="class","illiepoke"] [newclass=.illiepost] width:350px; text-transform:lowercase; text-align:justify; font-family:verdana; font-size:10px; padding-left:10px; [/newclass] [newclass=.illieicon] height:100px; width: 100px; float:left; padding-right:5px; [/newclass] [newclass=.illie b] color:#E37474; [/newclass] [newclass=.illie i] text-decoration: underline dotted #E37474; [/newclass] [newclass=.illietag] width:300px; text-transform:lowercase; font-family:georgia; font-size:12px; text-align:right; [/newclass] [newclass=.illiepoke] width:300px; text-align:right; [/newclass] |
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protect the blonde, good luck player [tos m/o]
POSTED ON Jun 26, 2020 23:53:56 GMT
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[attr="class","illiepost"] [attr="class","illieicon"] [attr="class","illie b"] [attr="class","illie i"]somehow, she feels a weight lifting from her shoulders with the acceptance of a leadership position from francie. the less expected of her, the less failure she has to once again justify. she decides with a smile and a nod that this is the way she wants to operate always: without the need to be the best, to adhere to laid out paths already predetermined by destiny or parents or a man in a business suit. "okay," she chirps back in response. see something, say something. it makes enough sense for her to get the gist. and while she realistically should be able to handle something going south on her own, there's little faith in her abilities that stems from a lack of training. science had always been the primary focus and that really is coming back to bite her in the ass. "thank you, i'll shout if i need anything!" a laugh escapes to mingle with francie's, a pattern that they seem to fall into quite easily given this encounter being their first. her smile widens but fondness drips from each corner. her ninetales love the pets, even coo a little when the blonde retreats to take her post. "i'll be looking forward to those beauty tips!" where francie moves away, illeana stays. she lingers in her spot as each fox takes a position on either side. guard dogs, in a sense, even if one is more energetic and unruly than the other. they'll still manage to deter enough... at least, she hopes. [attr="class","illietag"]francie myrtle [attr="class","illiepoke"] [newclass=.illiepost] width:350px; text-transform:lowercase; text-align:justify; font-family:verdana; font-size:10px; padding-left:10px; [/newclass] [newclass=.illieicon] height:100px; width: 100px; float:left; padding-right:5px; [/newclass] [newclass=.illie b] color:#E37474; [/newclass] [newclass=.illie i] text-decoration: underline dotted #E37474; [/newclass] [newclass=.illietag] width:300px; text-transform:lowercase; font-family:georgia; font-size:12px; text-align:right; [/newclass] [newclass=.illiepoke] width:300px; text-align:right; [/newclass] |
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protect the blonde, good luck player [tos m/o]
POSTED ON Jul 3, 2020 2:11:02 GMT
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[attr="class","illiepost"] [attr="class","illieicon"] [attr="class","illie b"] [attr="class","illie i"]if there had been any initial hesitation when first accepting this job, it's completely gone by the time the night is all but through. between the prospect of making a new friend and knowing that there's someone in this venue to back her up should things go south leads to high spirits all around. and maybe she's being a little too hopeful and a little too eager but with each passing audience member on their way back with snacks and drinks, she finds herself counting down the minutes and hours until this is over and they can have a proper conversation. her side of the arena is relatively quiet. almost odd in a way but she thinks nothing of it. instead, she enjoys the moments of quiet when they come. even if drunken screams rattle her brain and she's certain one or two attendees spilled their beer on her while they stumbled past, it could always be worse... right? francie's grin is returned in spades, fondness already seeping from the corners of her lips. "definitely a win!" she can't help the way her voice climbs an octave out of excitement. instead, she raises a hand to flash a peace sign, a small expression of victory maybe. is that something people do? she doesn't know. it's still semi foreign territory. "maybe we should team up more often. kick ass and take names, the whole nine." it sounds nice, really, and she can't deny that she'd be more than content with more time with francie. her ninetales offer soft coos of greetings to the lycanrocs as they join the two women. and after a brief moment of shifting her attention to the canines, she's startling back into the conversation with an idea. like a lightbulb once dim bursts back to life above her head. her pen is pulled out and her notebook untucked from beneath her arm. "here," she pauses to flip open the book and scribble messy cursive into margins. "let me give you my number! um, in case you, you know, wanna exchange more canine beauty tips or hang out or something." her cheeks are a rosy red by now, fluster settling in. something about giving a pretty woman her number is almost different than giving it to a man. wild. [attr="class","illietag"]francie myrtle thanks for the thread, cutie <3 i'm down for a social any time~ [attr="class","illiepoke"] [newclass=.illiepost] width:350px; text-transform:lowercase; text-align:justify; font-family:verdana; font-size:10px; padding-left:10px; [/newclass] [newclass=.illieicon] height:100px; width: 100px; float:left; padding-right:5px; [/newclass] [newclass=.illie b] color:#E37474; [/newclass] [newclass=.illie i] text-decoration: underline dotted #E37474; [/newclass] [newclass=.illietag] width:300px; text-transform:lowercase; font-family:georgia; font-size:12px; text-align:right; [/newclass] [newclass=.illiepoke] width:300px; text-align:right; [/newclass] |
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