|
|
Shade
OFFLINE
STATUS
28
POSTS
GOLD
poffin
PLAYER NAME
|
Post by CHEYENNE REINHARDT on Aug 29, 2015 3:44:14 GMT
 in a dreamworld with [attr="class","cheytext"]The problem with dreams are that they always change. Can a Shade not have the reassurance of a good latte when he needs one? The city of dreams, Gaea's dream, changes too despite being the earth itself and honestly the look it's taken on this time does not bode well for a quick coffee. So Chey's taken the easy way out: Clio's Realm.
Now he might not remember everything about his human life, but Cheyenne remembers he lived in Canada and that maple lattes with Canadian syrup taste divine. It took a little digging since modern day Quebec isn't the most happening of places, but the satisfaction of finally stepping into what he thinks is familiar made it all worth it. The smells from the quaint little cafe he found contributed too, of course.
Entering with a pensive look (what if they don't have lattes?), Chey comes out with a syrupy sweet smile as he sips his beverage with glee. Perfect just like he--...well, he doesn't exactly remember, but it tastes good and that counts for something right? Canadian maple in coffee form makes everything just a little better, and for a second he's sure nothing could ruin his day. [googlefont=Oswald][newclass=".cheytext"]width:270px;background:#fff;padding:10px;color:#A3A3A3;text-align:justify;font-size:10px;border:solid 5px #fafafa;line-height:100%;[/newclass][newclass=".cheytext b"]font-weight:bold; color:#ECC3BF;[/newclass]
|
|
|
Shade
OFFLINE
STATUS
22
POSTS
GOLD
Lyro
PLAYER NAME
|
Post by Jeremiah Burton on Aug 29, 2015 19:57:46 GMT
[attr="class","afirr"] [attr="class","afir"]  [attr="class","afir1"] [attr="class","afir2"]THIS IS YOUR LAST WARNING [attr="class","afir3"]I am not afraid of the storm that comes my way, when it hits it shakes me to the core and makes me stronger than before. It's not a question about trust but will you stand with us. Can you feel it? Make it real. I think it might wash away tonight awaken from this never ending fight. It takes more than meets the eye. This war we're fighting is not just rotting. [attr="class","afir4"]What a great start to the day, he had to say. Wrapping up his most recent conquest with the final corruption of that poor girl’s soul was another satisfying victory. So much so, he figured he deserved a reward for himself. She hadn’t been that easy to read at first, it had actually taken a lot of effort to get her to ease up around him. A snort of amusement slipped from him when he wondered if she had been foolish enough to maybe love him. That’d be dumb of her, humans were too easy, really. That’s why he was like this, because he’d been foolish enough to trust a monster.
Now he was one, and now he couldn’t leave the dreams he loved so much. Wouldn’t it be rude of him to not give everyone the chance to be trapped here as well? Besides, trusting him? Were they all that foolish because some even just flat out placed their soul in his hands. Consider him a teacher of sorts, showing people the error of their ways for putting faith in something not worth believing in. He nearly cracked up laughing at that thought, but maintained a cool smirk to himself as he strolled along the never ending time shifting dreamscape he had wandered into now. The time period was far more current, promising things like restaurants, cafes, places to sit down and relax after so much work. Now, all he had to do was pick one, but which?
The answer came in the form of an all too familiar face stepping out from one of the cafes not too far ahead of him. He’d know those long red locks anywhere, and the sight was almost enough to make him laugh from the simple glee of a good day getting to him. Once more dismissing this odd laughter, Jerry very quietly started to approach Cheyenne. Without uttering a word, Jerry slid right up next to him, one arm draping lazily across Cheyenne's shoulders, and Jerry's other hand attempting to yoink the latte from him, steal a drink, and then offer it back to him.
Holy shit, that was good. He almost just wanted to take the entire drink for himself.
“Sup, Dory?” he greeted with a sly look. “Still got that big ol’ sweet tooth, huh?” Looking back at the café, he proceeded to try and drag Cheyenne back inside with him. “Show me what that drink's called in here, I want it.” PHARAOH LEAP. [googlefont=PT Sans Narrow] [newclass=.afirr]width:500px;font:10px Verdana;text-align:justify;color:#777777;position:relative;z-index:1;[/newclass] [newclass=.afir]padding:9px;height:100px;width:100px;border:solid 1px #eeeeee;float:left;-webkit-filter: grayscale(100%);-moz-filter: grayscale(100%);filter: grayscale(100%);margin-top:-12px;transition: all 1.0s ease; -webkit-transition: all 1.0s ease; -moz-transition: all 1.0s ease; -o-transition: all 1.0s ease; -ms-transition: all 1.0s ease;[/newclass] [newclass=.afir:hover]-webkit-filter: grayscale(0%);-moz-filter: grayscale(0%);filter: grayscale(0%);transition: all 1.0s ease; -webkit-transition: all 1.0s ease; -moz-transition: all 1.0s ease; -o-transition: all 1.0s ease; -ms-transition: all 1.0s ease;[/newclass] [newclass=.afir img]height:100px;width:100px;[/newclass] [newclass=.afir1]margin-left:130px;width:359px;margin-top:-24px;padding-left:10px;height:130px;border-left:solid 1px #dddddd;text-transform:uppercase;[/newclass] [newclass=.afir2]background-color:#bd6262;margin-top:-12px;float:left;padding:5px 10px;color:#f5f5f5;font:20px PT Sans Narrow;[/newclass] [newclass=.afir3]margin-top:29px;background-color:#eeeeee;font:8px Calibri;padding:10px;height:59px;letter-spacing:1px;overflow:hidden;[/newclass] [newclass=.afir4]width:480px;padding:20px 10px;border-top:solid 1px #dddddd;border-bottom:solid 1px #dddddd;margin:-12px 0px -2px 0px;[/newclass] [newclass=.afir4 b]color:#bd6262;[/newclass] [newclass=.afir5]background-color:#bd6262;color:#f5f5f5;text-align:center;font:12px PT Sans Narrow;padding:10px 0px;text-transform:uppercase;[/newclass] [newclass=.afir5 a]color:#f5f5f5;font:12px PT Sans Narrow;[/newclass]
|
|
|
Shade
OFFLINE
STATUS
28
POSTS
GOLD
poffin
PLAYER NAME
|
Post by CHEYENNE REINHARDT on Aug 30, 2015 0:05:43 GMT
in a dreamworld with [attr="class","cheytext"]Nothing could ruin his day—except that. The flash of red in the corner of his eye is all it takes for Cheyenne to scowl (tell me it's not him), and his frown only deepens when he confirms that yes, it is in fact the very eyepatch-wearing bastard himself. His shoulders tense under the other's arm and he's so wrapped up in his internal groaning that he doesn't notice the hand going for his drink until he's grasping nothing but air.
"Hey—!" His outburst is cut off when he sees Jerry actually drink from his latte, and Chey is left staring in astonishment as he mindlessly takes back the cup given to him. Wait, no! His shock is quickly replaced by ire, and the redhead grits his teeth at the mere familiarity Jerry speaks to him with. Subtle, small reminders of how close they used to be—or how close he thought they were, more like. Ugh, of all the people, er, Shades...
"Not that it concerns you but yes I do, and I was enjoying my drink until you came along." He's stumbling back in the direction of the cafe, and he's got a mind to wholeheartedly resist when he glances at his latte. Well, he's not going to finish it now that Jerry has taken a sip, so he might as well.
Cheyenne's shoulders sag in begrudging defeat, and he willingly heads back into the establishment, though not without tossing his drink in a nearby trash can. "Fine, but only because I need to get a new one anyways." He ignores the stare he gets from the cashier (they'd just seen him off not a few minutes ago) and places the exact same order as before, only with considerable less cheer.
"I'd like another maple latte," Chey begins, and intends to end, before he thinks about the chances of his drink being stolen again if he only gets one. "...make it two." He grumbles out the last bit of his order, and a part of him hopes it wasn't heard but the glowing record of his order tells him otherwise. [googlefont=Oswald][newclass=".cheytext"]width:270px;background:#fff;padding:10px;color:#A3A3A3;text-align:justify;font-size:10px;border:solid 5px #fafafa;line-height:100%;[/newclass][newclass=".cheytext b"]font-weight:bold; color:#ECC3BF;[/newclass]
|
|
|
Shade
OFFLINE
STATUS
22
POSTS
GOLD
Lyro
PLAYER NAME
|
Post by Jeremiah Burton on Aug 30, 2015 20:43:25 GMT
[attr="class","afirr"] [attr="class","afir"]  [attr="class","afir1"] [attr="class","afir2"]THIS IS YOUR LAST WARNING [attr="class","afir3"]I am not afraid of the storm that comes my way, when it hits it shakes me to the core and makes me stronger than before. It's not a question about trust but will you stand with us. Can you feel it? Make it real. I think it might wash away tonight awaken from this never ending fight. It takes more than meets the eye. This war we're fighting is not just rotting. [attr="class","afir4"]Oh he heard that brief shout of discontent when he initially swept up beside Cheyenne and snatched his drink, but he chose to ignore it. Even after making him a Shade, Jerry was surprised to find it was still awfully amusing to hang around and continue teasing Cheyenne. A lot of time and effort had gone into making Chey what he is, and Jerry wasn’t one to pass up a chance to remember just how good he was. Regardless though, his focus for the time being was more on getting one of those nice lattes like Cheyenne’s… And being amused by the other’s clearly displeased reaction.
Rolling his eye as Cheyenne huffed and puffed about the drink and Jerry apparently ruining his day, the older redhead just led the other back inside with an amused smirk. Although, when he sees Cheyenne toss out his own drink, Jerry looked admittedly surprised by the action. He didn’t take Chey to be some kind of germaphobe or what have you, but you learn something new every day. He’d have to take advantage of that later. The younger of the two seemed to try and play helping Jerry out as needing to buy a new one, and Jerry had half the mind to point out that if he hadn’t chucked his in the trash, he wouldn’t need a new one.
But hey, he was going to get hooked up with a sweet drink, so why not?
A chuckle slipped from Jerry when he saw the expression of the cashier upon their approach. Giving a small wave, the man stood aside to wait for Cheyenne to place his order, listening closely for the name of the delicious drink he previously had. A maple latte, it sounded just as sweet as it tasted. Imprinting the name on his mind, he prepared to order one for himself, when he noticed Chey mutter something and the display revealed he hadn’t gotten just one, but two maple lattes. That was a surprise, but it made Jerry grin all the more.
“Awww, you didn’t have to get one for me, Dory. Thank you” he praised, ruffling his hair a bit. “You’re too nice, I swear” he sighed, a hand settling on his chest as if trying to contain his ‘moved heart’. “After the great morning I had, this is just the icing on top of the cake. Or the whip cream on top of a sundae and you’re the little cherry” he joked with an amused snort. Once the drinks were presented, Jerry didn’t hesitate to pick one of them up and help himself to a big gulp and a pleased look. He turned to Cheyenne expectantly, and it was clear that the younger redhead was not going to be going anywhere today without Jerry right behind him. PHARAOH LEAP. [googlefont=PT Sans Narrow] [newclass=.afirr]width:500px;font:10px Verdana;text-align:justify;color:#777777;position:relative;z-index:1;[/newclass] [newclass=.afir]padding:9px;height:100px;width:100px;border:solid 1px #eeeeee;float:left;-webkit-filter: grayscale(100%);-moz-filter: grayscale(100%);filter: grayscale(100%);margin-top:-12px;transition: all 1.0s ease; -webkit-transition: all 1.0s ease; -moz-transition: all 1.0s ease; -o-transition: all 1.0s ease; -ms-transition: all 1.0s ease;[/newclass] [newclass=.afir:hover]-webkit-filter: grayscale(0%);-moz-filter: grayscale(0%);filter: grayscale(0%);transition: all 1.0s ease; -webkit-transition: all 1.0s ease; -moz-transition: all 1.0s ease; -o-transition: all 1.0s ease; -ms-transition: all 1.0s ease;[/newclass] [newclass=.afir img]height:100px;width:100px;[/newclass] [newclass=.afir1]margin-left:130px;width:359px;margin-top:-24px;padding-left:10px;height:130px;border-left:solid 1px #dddddd;text-transform:uppercase;[/newclass] [newclass=.afir2]background-color:#bd6262;margin-top:-12px;float:left;padding:5px 10px;color:#f5f5f5;font:20px PT Sans Narrow;[/newclass] [newclass=.afir3]margin-top:29px;background-color:#eeeeee;font:8px Calibri;padding:10px;height:59px;letter-spacing:1px;overflow:hidden;[/newclass] [newclass=.afir4]width:480px;padding:20px 10px;border-top:solid 1px #dddddd;border-bottom:solid 1px #dddddd;margin:-12px 0px -2px 0px;[/newclass] [newclass=.afir4 b]color:#bd6262;[/newclass] [newclass=.afir5]background-color:#bd6262;color:#f5f5f5;text-align:center;font:12px PT Sans Narrow;padding:10px 0px;text-transform:uppercase;[/newclass] [newclass=.afir5 a]color:#f5f5f5;font:12px PT Sans Narrow;[/newclass]
|
|
|
Shade
OFFLINE
STATUS
28
POSTS
GOLD
poffin
PLAYER NAME
|
Post by CHEYENNE REINHARDT on Sept 2, 2015 5:25:51 GMT
 in a dreamworld with [attr="class","cheytext"]Cheyenne doesn't hold back his distaste at the other's hand in his hair, and if not by his expression then by the hand that comes up to bat Jerry's away. "Yeah yeah, you're welcome or whatever," he grumbles, snatching the remaining drink off the counter with a little more force than necessary. Even with the cap on, he's lucky it didn't splash over his hand. Opting to let the sweet taste of maple cover his tongue rather than words for a reply, it must be true that coffee does wonders for one's soul at times. The crinkle in his brow gradually relaxes, and a few more sips and Cheyenne finally feels ready to deal with the handful known as Jerry Burton.
"I am too nice, I agree," he finally says, without a hint of modesty. Upon hearing of Jerry's apparent "great morning" Chey can only imagine what that entails. Actually, he doesn't even have to imagine it, he'd lived through it once upon a time and unfortunately that's one memory that hasn't gone away. His mood turning sour once more, the redhead goes for another taste of his latte. He's going to down it all before they actually leave the cafe at this rate. Wait not they, he...
"But I doubt this morning has been good for anyone but you, in that case." He's decided he's going to ignore being compared to food. Cheyenne heads back towards the exit, but just as he reaches the door the thought dawns on him. "...you're not going to stick to me for the rest of the day, are you?" [googlefont=Oswald][newclass=".cheytext"]width:270px;background:#fff;padding:10px;color:#A3A3A3;text-align:justify;font-size:10px;border:solid 5px #fafafa;line-height:100%;[/newclass][newclass=".cheytext b"]font-weight:bold; color:#ECC3BF;[/newclass]
|
