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Post by griffon milthorpe on Feb 20, 2011 2:03:12 GMT -7
- - - Flicking the end of a cigarette over the second floor of his tattoo parlor, griffon was quite annoyed by the various women in his life. he didn't care that he was standing on the balcony he had rented out to his friend, nor did he care that there was a chummy couple of youngster walking by hand in hand as his ashes fell just above their heads. he was annoyed by every last female he had encountered in the last month and wanted to ship them all off to an island for awhile. he didn't quite know what initially possessed him to ask carson to be his girlfriend - which was truly more of a statement that turned into a question - nor did he really know why there was so much continuous drama surrounding her and all the other girls he seemed to be involved with. stasia had suddenly taken on some ugly green monster persona that he was ready to throw to the lions, it didn't matter how good of a lay she was; and wylie just seemed put off all together. she had moved into the new place and suddenly turned very distant and avoided him at all costs. women were his worst nightmare most nights of the week, yet there was no stopping him from thinking with his southern brain all the same - especially when it came to acantha. she was the one girl that he could not grab and it pissed him off to extremes constantly being rejected.
- - - Taking a final drag from his cigarette, he finally threw it below into the unsuspecting passerby's, earning him a few swear words to which he merely chuckled as he slammed the sliding door shut. jogging down the steps into the tattoo parlor he took in the appearance of it at the present time. it was mostly built up and had most of his supplies brought in, but there was still a few corners that has holes here and there where the wiring had to be redone or the previous tenants had simply allowed the building to deteriorate. this was his pride and joy, his one accomplishment in life that was all his - along with his parents money backing it - but still his the same. flipping the switch to turn on the lights, griffon began fussing with some of the equipment. "bloody fucking contractors," griffon had noticed that the people working in the shop were not quite careful enough with his things one day and went off and fired ever last one, which meant a new grueling task of either doing it all himself or finding a new group of workers to do the job, this time with better skills. he needed artists to add their artwork for his showroom and he needed someone to help him cover the interior in paint. something which he had started and made a disasterous mess off.
- - - Punching in the text to send for acantha pleading for her to come keep him from punching a wall through the closest wall, he remained annoyed at her constant rejections but she was also the only one he could stand to be around at the moment. in griffon's mind, she was a perfect ten. she was beautiful, artistic, and wasn't a complete whore. her words stuck true to him in a way no one else could possibly understand. he hated most of the women he slept with because they slept with him so easily. he hated her and yet - even in his delusional mind - he was completely infatuated by her. she fascinated him, and he hated her for it more than anything she could say, and she was the perfect person to call after midnight when he felt he was having a crisis - at least in his mind art was a crisis. attempting to make himself less worked up before she got there, griffon ruffled his hair and sat back in one of the new chairs that had arrived. he thought he was hot stuff, the cool guy of new york, and even when he was stressed had a show to put on for every person that he met. leaning back in the chair and twirling it around, he progressively lowered and raised the chair like a child getting their hair cut. he was impatient, checking his phone for any sign of life, but he was stuck in his head comparing acantha to kat von d. they were definitely the much hotter jesse james and kat von d. "if she's my kitty kat, who's my sandra? oh... fuck me. kitty's definitely got a better ass than kat, though.. "
[/color] speaking out loud, he continued to raise and lower the chair as he waited out for "kitty" to come to the rescue. TAGGED, acantha, love.
STATUS, donee.
MUSIC, elvira's lovely comedy. <3
OUTFIT,coming soon.
NOTES, DELUSIONAL RANTINGS. we win. <3 [/sup][/blockquote][/blockquote][/font] |
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Post by acantha o'hara on Feb 20, 2011 2:29:53 GMT -7
 ---ACANTHA o'hara was one of those people that knew exactly what she wanted and what she expected. that wasn't to say that she never strayed from her path, but generally speaking, she had a good head on her shoulders. she was passionate albeit a bit unambitious and she held herself in high esteem. unlike so many other girls she had come across in the city that never slept, she had an inordinate amount of respect for herself. that sense of poise was inherited from her mother, a fifteenth century literature professor that had taught her to never settle. her mother, the wondrous woman she had been, had taught her daughter to never disregard what she wanted and to never toss aside her beliefs. in short, the woman had inspired acantha to be everything she had become at that moment - headstrong, respectable, and outspoken. she would not take disrespect from anyone and she would not sit back and allow herself to be talked down to. if there was one thing about acantha, it was that she listened to her heart, no matter what the consequences. as her mother had put it as she had been growing up, "if you don't respect yourself, how do you expect others to respect you?" it was a motto that she had grown up repeating to herself, a mantra that had become very much a part of her person. it was what made people love her and also, what made them hate her.
---IN griffon's case, though, it seemed to only act as a delirious aphrodisiac. despite her constant rejections of his invitations to bed, he never gave up, instead insisting on that she give him a chance. she knew better than that though. her mother had raised her better than to accept his offer. that was why she acted how she did around him, constantly knocking him and his peculiar ways. she hated that he treated the girls he slept with so poorly, especially his girlfriend, but at the same time, she believed the girls brought it upon themselves. if they were willing to allow themselves to be stepped all over, then that was their prerogative, but she was having none of it. she would push griffon, push him until he gave in to her desire for him to become a man of monogamy, or push him away until he gave up. in acantha's eyes, those were her two choices concerning him, for she would never be the other woman. she had too much pride to allow herself to be brought down to such a level, stuck in the same position as all of those other girls who frequented his bed. a little bit of her aloofness was due to the fact that she knew she had to keep him on her toes though. like she had said, she knew that her unavailability was what kept him coming back for her, and despite her perpetual teasing and aversion to his affection, she very much enjoyed the game they played. if she was able to change him, that would have been a bonus, but she wasn't all too invested. he was just a friend - a handsome one, admittedly - but a friend, nonetheless, and someone she enjoyed spending time with.
---THAT was why she was on her way to see him, after receiving his incessant texts. pulling her aviators down over her gaze, the aftereffects of a late night of drinking still lingering in the way her eyes swept over any source of light as quickly as possible, she meandered up the front steps to the tattoo parlour. from what she could see through the window, the lanky, brooding male was seated in a chair, raising and lowering himself much like a little child on a carnival ride. it amused her to no end as she stood, waiting for the right time to open the door and scare him out of his seemingly enjoyable chair ride. with a single hand, she opened the door, moving as quietly as possible, before she slipped through. although she kept her distance, she could hear him speaking to himself and she could not help but stifle a laugh upon the back of her free hand. he truly was one of the most curious boys she had ever laid eyes upon. waiting until his back was turned, she crept up behind him, very much the picture of stealth - except not at all. the moment she had reached his back, her delicate hands calm down upon his broad shoulders as she lowered her lips and bit down firmly at the junction of his neck and shoulder. it was an unorthodox greeting but it was only natural between the two, each unusual in their own way. "please don't tell me you've taken to sleeping with a girl named kitty." stepping back to lean against the counter, her hair a tangled mess reflected in the mirror, she quirked a single brow at him, "is she a stripper?"
TAGGED griffon milthorpe.
STATUS complete.
MUSIC loveless, ernest ellis.
OUTFIT trying soooo hard.
NOTES hilarious, i tell you. <3
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