Post by Rafael Wolfe on Sept 13, 2021 10:10:55 GMT -5
Driving, that's what she picked so it would make the trip up the mountain path a little quicker and time was really what he wanted the quicker he got the tree and back in the more time he would have with Veronica. Her warning wasn't overly threatening but he knew if she really wanted to hurt him she could. He had muscles but that wouldn't save him from her teeth and claws she wanted to use them against him. Standing holding onto the sled by its black roped handle Raf followed behind Tash. She had agreed that he would be the driver and he did not object to that. He loved to drive, even just getting out and enjoying the scenery on a quiet Sunday afternoon. He hoped one day Veronica would be sitting beside him holding his hand as they picked some random spot to picnic. He saw her in his future; he just wished she could see he loved her .
" No, having drove one before could be that hard." He had driven four wheelers; it wouldn't be too much different. Every step he took left big indents in the once untouched snow behind him that looked like an uneven mess. Snow was so interesting to him, the top layer blew around like icing sugar but the bottom layer was thick and heavy to walk though almost like mud but it didn't get dirty. When he heard Tash say she was going to drive he shook his head slightly at the little woman with the ridiculous oversized pom pom on her hat. She almost looked like an oddly frosted cupcake with a white cherry on top. He looked at her, raising an eyebrow at her." Fine but If you drive us out I will drive it back here."
He quickly did as he was told, hooking the sled up to a clip on the back of the sled and he hopped behind her. What happened next he didn't expect she floored the gas and he almost fell off the back as he wasn't holding on to her out of both respect for where he had to put his hand and not wanting to look like he was groping her. Readjusting he placed a hand firmly down on the foot guard and grabbed down on the seat handles he barely noticed hiding under the overhang of his jacket. They started to climb quickly up a trail that had been plowed out yet. The one thing about being with Tash was she had known Veronica longer than any of the others. Being a wolf too she might have some advice for him, as he might for her, one of the last times he had seen her she was all over Reeves. He didn't mind that one bit after learning Veronica and he had dated before. If this girl and Candi kept the guy occupied it was one less thing he had to worry about. He wanted to speak with her but the rumble of the engine made it hard for him to hear along with the wind that was blowing past his ears and makings face tingle slightly as it blew small icy snow on his bare cheeks
It took a good few minutes to make it to the edge of a Christmas tree forest, she didn't have any directions to this place but Raf assumed she jus tusd her nose at the pine needles often gave off a scent not always as easy detect by a human as it would be by one with superior sense of smell. The engine came to a stop and he hopped off the back looking at the trees that surrounded them. "Natasha you know Veronica the best, besides a tree what would be the best way to impress her. I know she likes a man in leather. " He walked up and down a row of trees touching some of the branches as he watched the little woman walk in between the trees doing the same. " I honestly thought she would like funny pick up lines. Sometimes I find it hard to talk to her and she shuts me down at every turn. Any advice?" He found a very full looking tree about six and a half feet tall perfectly symmetrical and looked was a beauty shade of healthy looking green. "How about this one?"
Last Edit: Sept 13, 2021 10:14:42 GMT -5 by Rafael Wolfe
Post by Cloud Crestfall on Sept 14, 2021 8:27:29 GMT -5
He thought she was going to full on freak out or throw whatever she could get her hands on from the table to him even if he was already covered in flour. She could have made a whole birthday cake with him but she didn’t, refraining to only beginning an insult that ended up with her eating raw batter as Catcher tossed excess at her face while she spoke. Both gasping and laughing in one go, he instinctively tried to cover his mouth but wasn’t anywhere near doing so properly, as he watched her attempt a meek retaliation to Catcher who avoided it. It didn’t take another minute before he was actually stunned, frantically trying to hide that she really went somewhere he didn’t think she ever would; a place he never thought any of these friends would for that matter. It was a type of ridiculous fun none of the other girls offered and he looked to Catcher’s face as if there could be some sort of explanation for where that outburst came from; he had gotten to know Veronica to be this open but now it made him see her in a different light. ”If you learned all that just from watching me you might have a talent you should show us.”
Cloud wanted to get into her head but couldn’t get out of his own now; curious to see just how gutter brained and perverted she could be because he was so sick of the other nuns. There being no limit, he probably could make her his wing-woman for real and find a firecracker of a kindred spirit in her. He wasn’t sure how to respond and practically sounded like Catcher, still taken aback. When she next ate or licked something, he was going to have a tough time getting the image of how she used her tongue, mouth, hands just the same as wondering what she’d be like in bed. He had never seen her in this way before but what was worse was the fact it made it clearer to envision her with Rafael doing all the dirtiest things possible like they were a match made in porn heaven.
”Pour this stuff and make them into actual round balls unless you wanna roll it out and use a cutter… we want cookies…” He shook the bottle of THC in her face for her to do the honours and then placed it on the counter beside separated powder bags, ingredients to make a crispy biscuit and icing. Opening a bag, he dumped it in a glass bowl and then smashed more eggs, picking out a shard of shell because he was careless, still wrapped up in how she’d managed to keep her hands off anyone if she was nearly as sexual as the guys were. She had no idea how bad it was in their minds, but not all men were like that as not all women were like her and he just continued to look surprised, searching for a reason she stayed a virgin. There were sprinkles of Christmas colours and he twisted off the lids, throwing them around her like confetti; shapes of stars, shiny orbs and hearts flew and stuck to her gloopy hair as well as himself, he also stuffed a small handful into his mouth for the sugar.
From the side, he saw someone move and he realised Candela was leaving the kitchen which made him frown, finding that boring and lame. He had expected her to join in or be party to this because she wanted to do her own thing with the equipment but he was going to just lay the blame on her obsessive compulsive disorder to keep things spotless as that was what her comments told him. Intensely staring at Catcher for letting her leave and not putting any effort to stop her, blaming him for lack of charisma with almost a glare, he pouted; now he couldn't rub her dollface with a thick butter stick. ”He can’t even get fat! I wanna see him fat though! Try and make me fat too!” He called after her, pointing at her so she knew he was indicating she had promised this and she had to work hard tomorrow to make his dreams come true. One meal wasn’t going to do anything but if she couldn’t fatten Catcher up, he really hoped she could fatten him up, eating tasty dishes and not knowing where it all went was a blessing but he really wanted to see if she could achieve the impossible. They had been eating at his house more, Seth included, acting like taste testers for her already refined recipes; it was a win for his stomach and his heart since she was pretty darling to do that.
As soon as he heard Claude, he snapped around to see what his mood might be; showing both hands like a gun was pointed to him, caught red handed. He immediately shrugged with innocence and glanced up to the ceiling where tiny flecks dripped off above where Veronica stood; he had splat the egg on her and it burst. It probably didn’t help when she started scrubbing it with the paper towel, actually making it spread and freckle more of her hair. ”Hey I didn’t know there was egg on the ceiling… “ Now his mind was filled with thoughts on how egg could stick to the ceiling and if he wanted to see how the egg would throw, picturing it landing all around Veronica in a hail of egg shells and yolk, pressuring her to finally scream.
His sheepish charade could have fooled most people but he knew Claude wasn’t buying it and just threw his head back and came around the vampire with the Cheshire cat’s grin. Powdery water was dripping off his hair; the colours so closely blended it looked merely wet. There hadn’t been enough water to make puddles on the floor but he definitely needed a shower with clumps of half formed mushy dough from flour, water concoction. Cloud picked up the baking tray filled with batter and walked over to the oven, holding it delicately to prove they were actually productive despite not getting anywhere close to making his suggestions. He eyed the surface as it wobbled and bubbled, sliding it into the hot air and closing it with the light on so he might remember to check. ”Feather Cordelia, I don’t need your help!” Yelling because she was gone again, he couldn’t see her as Claude stood there and she was mingling with Seth and Candela somewhere in the distance; his voice was a megaphone as he wanted this to override her calling him Sebastian. Speeding up the process, he had a momentary frustration that everyone heard her and he came back around to mash the hell out of the cookie dough before splatting it on a sheet of baking paper that lay on a flat tray. The entire time he was just staring in her direction, hands working the dough and tossing it so Veronica could decide whether she wanted shapes or not.
”We gotta make as many dick things or dick pieces you wanna eat.” Thinking about their skills, he settled they could just ice everything with imagery, shoddily drawn doodles if she wanted but his steady tattooing hand would be fine squeezing the icing into various patterns. ”I want Big man out of it, then anything can happen! First he needs to chill the fuck out... ” By anything, he was ready for some drama, ambitious that Rafael might only get high this once in his life and it would be all his credit. Claudemas fun would depend on him to a certain extent; where they would take it was endless possibility. His mouth was now rainbow with dye from eating all the decorative sprinkling, some sparkles of glitter on his lips and shining on his teeth; he was unconcerned and aware as he flashed a grin at her eating a broken piece of cookie dough off the corner of the lump they made, a double entendre slipping in between the chewing. "You two are so getting lucky."
Post by Feather Crestfall on Sept 14, 2021 12:17:16 GMT -5
Feather found it very nice of Candela to make her something to drink of her own. She loved how she wasn't just thinking about herself and she couldn't see why Tash has so much of a problem with her. Not until she heard the query of how to get a guy from the pack, since she was asking Seth she automatically assumed she meant Catcher and now it was evident why her white wolf friend didn't like the sweet blonde striper. Feather just took sips of her drink and scrunched up her face not saying anything to Candi. It wasn't her place to meddle; she loved seeing how sweet they were on the camping trip, almost pinning them with the Natcher coupling nickname herself but it was too soon. Now she would even mention her made up name for them everything seemed different. Her drinking game based on Rafeal was a fun idea, though it would be fun for the other she began to think about the big guy's feeling and how it might not be the best to make a joke out of him. Hee just like Veronica so much she found it almost romantic in a weird sort of way. She watched the tiny woman walk back into the kitchen after getting an answer from Seth. His answer to her was very broad. Catch did say a lot, not maybe would notice it was his expression and body language thsr told her way more then the words he let slip.past his lips and out to the world.
She was doing what she normally did in large groups, interacting with one person at a time. It wasn't that she didn't like groups around her; there were always so many personalities that fought each other to try and find where each person stood in the dynamic. Each one so different depending on who came out more dominant could change the feeling of any room. She smiled weakly at Candela as she returned back from the kitchen telling her the tree causing the mess would be cleaning it up. Unless Claude stepped in, he probably wouldn't make Catcher wipe anything up. It was such a weird friendship these two had. She wished she was there in the beginning to see how it all started. To her it was almost like Claude treated Catch like he was a little brother. It made her wonder more about the vampire's past but she wouldn't ask worried she would change his happy demeanor into one more saddened and longing the past. She could heard Cloud from the kitchen calling her by both her fist and middle name. Cordila as a middle name didn't bug her at all but it was weird to hear it out loud as no one ever really knew it. She just shook it off know no one would remember tomorrow after Candi's game really got started.
It was fun to see Claude join in dancing with Candi, though he was dead a probably didn't have a soul it was still nice to see him enjoy whatever you would call this life transition. He still smelt bad and when he picked her up and spun her around after giving him a nickname she almost regretted it. As he moved the smelly air swirled around her and she stopped breathing not to take it in. When he let go she rubbed her hand on her nose trying to clear it completely. " Sure, I thought you need one." She smiled over at Seth out of the group they where the two they didn't receive a weird name from the guy it was only fitting she gave him on. She looked up to the ceiling to where Claude was pointing. " I'm sure there can be anything to creepy up there and if there is I'd love it." Feather had a thing for strange objects but if she found a whole dead hobo she would freak out just a little. "As for the mistletoe, no harm giving out a kiss on the cheek." Knowing it was up thetr dhe could probably trick others into kissing later.She started heading up the stairs waving at Seth to follow. She was excited to see what type of strange things might be up there. She reached the spot in the upper hall where the string hung and squatted down low before bouncing back up quickly and grabbing the dangling string in her fingers and pulling down hard enough to open the door and let the ladder slide down allowing them access to the opening. "After you sir?"
Post by Catcher Reeves on Sept 14, 2021 16:22:00 GMT -5
Catcher sprung up the countertop with a hop to sit on it. Having eaten a snack, he was done tasting batter or raw cookie dough as he watched the other two create a red, green and white cookie mixture laden with sprinkles even when it wasn’t iced. He hung out at a distance from the pair, next to where Candela had been making drinks and poured him some, chocolate powder still frosting the area by the sink as he finally brushed the remainder off the top of his hair, pushing it up and completely out of his face. When Candela poured herself more drinks and him another, he took it and held it out to her in a contactless salute and drank it all in one before Cloud could throw more stuff his way and turn it into a gross cocktail. Listening to Candela while he watched Veronica, be began to think she was flirting with Cloud and frowned and smirked at the same time, a strange mixture of emotion only he could display.
”I’ll see if Claude already prepared something for the night… he’s thought ahead for everything else so far.” Apathetically speaking to her, he was a thousand percent sure someone who labeled containers in the fridge and made a list of what everyone’s dietary preferences were, had called ahead to make sure this night’s menu was a guaranteed gourmet marvel. He turned his head when she mentioned fattening him up with her food and his mouth opened to fight it but no matter how smoothly she handed out complimenting pet names to him, he never got used to it and just blushed, avoiding her face until it passed. ”You can change your name to Anastasia.” Coping, he teased her with their inside joke but took in the seriousness of having to actually clean this kitchen because it was the right thing to do; he could already see himself as that person with the mop while Cloud just wiped everything with the wrong cleaning tools, sheets of paper towels marking all the spots. ”You know we’ll do anything for your food.” He smiled gently at her before turning away to see what the unfettered pranksters were doing, hearing Candela’s light footsteps taking her leave and hoping she found some bonding time with the others. It felt like he wanted his friends to like her more than she cared about it even though she pulled out all the stops with her drinks, even creating a mocktail out of concern for Feather; they just seemed cold towards her and he didn’t understand.
There wasn’t much time to spare dissecting his relationship with her and how to make it the same for the other people in his life he would do anything for. Feather came and went like a gust of wind, delivering them an interesting piece of information about Cloud. He looked at her very perplexed their middle names were classic, as Cloud retaliated by revealing hers. Cordelia reminded him of a princess in the Shakespearean world but he could see Feather as wander lusting and filled with beautiful imaginations like Anne of green gables. He had no idea they even had middle names but they both had a certain aristocratic ring to it that worked well with their surnames, only when he looked at Cloud, he couldn’t see a Sebastian getting any room to breathe at all with Cloud deliberately suffocating it to look cool. The pounding of the cookie dough told him his friend preferred one name over the other but didn’t really care as no one would call him Seb anyway; he was a Cloud, a rolling stone that tumbled through the skies, free and bringing childish joy.
In the same time span, Veronica had disclosed more than she thought she had in that one sentence; now he had to hear his ex-girlfriend fantasize about his partner in crime having a sexual experience he knew happened in bathroom stalls of the clubs they frequented. Catcher plugged his ears with his fingers and shut his eyes, knowing this would provoke more sex charged conversation about her doing the blowjob; something that would ruin his pure adolescent love for her and stir up questions of doubt as to how he ever got over her. So it wasn’t the erotic subject unsettling him, just how he didn’t want to feel anything venereal about her at this point in life, let alone picture her screwing Rafael’s very tiny brain out. Whatever Cloud said was lost in those seconds spent and he took his fingers out of the canals and poured himself another shot of the tequila beside him, sliding off the counter. This third wheeling was unnecessary and he raised his eyebrows at Veronica so it was written all over his features that he was going to leave them hanging in their weird, horny bake off.
Everyone was having a good time and he genuinely was, it just didn't seem like any of the boisterous things they wanted to do had hit him yet and he wasn't currently invested in putting all his efforts like he used to. Being around so many people with large personalities was a huge change to spending every minute of every day with suppressed persons; he was adjusting himself on top of feeling like he was running away from his problems with Natasha, being impractical so he didn't argue with her. His body heat was warming up despite wearing a singular layer, the two shots of liquor burning his throat as he hadn't tasted alcohol and minimally smoked over the course of several months; two weeks ago, he let loose again with Cloud and that had just been beer.
Sauntering to where they stood, he leaned forwards, pausing between them to smirk at her and shoot Cloud a knowing look, tucking his hands into his pockets. ”Don’t burn the house down.” He dug for his lighter, feeling for the cigarette case until the tips of his fingers felt the icy metal as he went to the backdoor. Opening it to go onto the stone porch that wrapped around the seamlessly windowed living room, he counted what was out there, decorating the space. There was a second fireplace outside, comfortable furniture and a pit for cozying to, speakers stashed in the upper corners of the beams that held up an overhang to protect everything from rain or snow. Adirondack chairs placed to the side as if the designer of this elevated stage created the space just for viewing the sun rise and fall between the snowy peaks opposite where the house was nestled. He clicked the door shut behind him, breathing in the fresh air and scent of pine trees, littered evergreen around the home, taking in the quietness as his senses simmered down from the shock of no longer smelling various creatures. Sitting down, he laid back into the seat, a leg bent to rest his foot on the coffee table and lit a stick of tobacco, shielding the flame from a chilling breeze as it took longer to catch fire.
Last Edit: Sept 14, 2021 17:27:05 GMT -5 by Catcher Reeves
Post by Natasha Black on Sept 15, 2021 9:10:54 GMT -5
A smirk stretched across her face when Rafael agreed to her driving, she had ridden a snowmobile before never dove one. She knew she could handle the big yellow and black beast, even though she would look like a child driving it compared to the giant man. Raf had just hooked up the sled and climbed on behind her. Looking back to see if he was secure in his seat, she unzipped her jacket and pulled out an oversized pair of sunglasses. She knew how bright the snow could be when the light from the sun bounced off the bright white surface. The would double up protection from snowflakes flying into her eyes as she pushed the powerful machine up the fresh mountain trails. Placing her hand in the excelerator she squeezed down hard, causing the machine to move faster than she expected, but she liked it. Speed was one thing that made her heart race. It gave her a rush, right now she didn't care about if Raf liked it or not but all he had to do was hold on.
Snow sprayed in every direction as she sped up the sloping trail that led up the mountain, breaking in a trail that they would follow back to the cabin. Snow topped trees surrounded them in all directions as she pushed quickly through the snow drifts. The higher she climbed the stronger the air began to smell of fir trees. They had a stronger odor than other trees so it was easy for her nose to distinguish in the cold crisp air as she breathed in and out. She smelt them before she saw them so she let her nose guide them to the edge of a forest of young firs. Stopping the snowmobile. She switched off the engine and swung her legs over the side, she jumped off the large machine and walked through the rows of prickly branches that looked pristine under the layer of snow that covered them. She grabbed a hold of a few branches snaking the snow off to inspect the batches even more, making sure they were not any broken pieces.
She smiled as Raf spoke about Veronica. Every time she saw the two together she knew even though Veronica looked like she wasn't enjoying the attention she was giving him she liked it. V had never come to her and actually mentioned really liking Raf but she knew she liked looking at him. The guy was her type, hell he was a lot of woman's type. He was big , muscular, tanned, funny and he had a smile that could light up a room. He was great and hoped that Veronica would actually give him a real chance. The more she met the guy the more compatible she thought they were. " You want to impress Veronica? I say get her one on one. She is less guarded when she is alone." Veronica had a thing about her, she had walls she didn't let people see the softer side too often. Veronica put on a front but alone she was just as soft as bread. "Or.. You can do the opposite.A grand gesture showing her you're willing to embarrass yourself to get her attention. Comparing you to a tree back there for her thinking about all of this." Tash lifted a finger and pointed up down his body stopping at his coach area for a second. She stopped pointing at him and focused back on the trees.
"She loves leather because it gives off bad boy vibes, I think she likes men who take control of a situation, most girls do." She kicked snow out in front of her. She liked it when guys took control too. It was probably the reason why she didn't stop Evan from kissing her. She regretted it now but it was exciting, and unexpected when it happened she must have been giving off mixed signals. She knew she was friendly, she just had to tone it down a bit. It's possible Evan had thought she was flirting with him even though she was just being nice. He was nice himself though something about him reminded her of Justin. She hadn't thought about Justin for a long time, he had been close for a while before everything that happened with Quil. It made him wonder what happened to him. It was like one day he was there and then gone completely. Wherever he was she wished him happiness. She sighed a moment as his silence was broken again but Raf was still fussing over his thoughts about Veronica.
"My advice? I'm not the one you want advice from, just do this,It's totally opposite of what I do." She didn't look at Raf when she spoke. She walked around a tree and spoke loud enough so he could hear."All I can say is let her know how you feel about them before you just assume things about you and actually talk about your feelings. Don't dance around them. Pick up lines could still work but to feel them out before you say them." She knew it was stupid to not let people now how she really felt but she couldn’t let the way she thought about relationship put a damper on Raf's presuite. She almost threw her hands up.and praised the sky when he thought he had found a tree. Everyone out here practically looked the same with little human interaction the only problem with most was they were leaning a bit much to one side. She moved closer to the tree that Raf seemed to have picked and looked up, where she stood it looked just about as tall as Cloud or just inches taller. It was a nice shade of green and didn't look anything like the sad tree from the Charlie Brown cartoon. "I would pick this one too, it's great."
Last Edit: Sept 15, 2021 17:10:16 GMT -5 by Natasha Black
Post by Candela Steele on Sept 15, 2021 9:21:53 GMT -5
Candela knew that Seth wasn’t going to her an answer and honestly, she didn’t much minded at all. She had enough things to take care of on her side. It was nice of Catcher to let her stay at his place but there were times where she misses having a companion around. Aside from who’s there, she heard about Jacob, Embry, Quil (Natasha’s ex) and Sam but have not met them. It was like they were made up people. They talked about them but never there. Giving Seth a small smile with a nod. Natasha and Candela did not have easy path or relationship. It was more of enemies, frenemy maybe, kind of relationship. Candela did not know what she did to deserve a bully but she wasn’t going stop Candela from having fun and poking the beast here and there.
She wanted to figure out what Natasha’s deal was when it came to Catcher. If whatever reason, they get together and didn’t work, she wondered how their friends would react. It was like mommy and daddy breaking up and kid has to chose between mom and dad. In this case, it was hard to tell who Veronica and Seth choose. They were both close to Natasha and Catcher. She mentally added to have popcorn ready when things go down. Maybe even get Cloud to join her on the fun on when it go down. Until then, she decided not to waste her time and energy worrying about their relationship. She wasn’t happy with the fact that Natasha didn’t know what she wanted from everyone and dragging Catcher with her until she figures herself out.
Candela chuckled when Seth called her doll again. It was rather funny that the baby of the group was calling her a doll like she was younger than him. With her blond hair, green eyes and being five feet, she might as well be a doll. She was about to pour him a shot when he took glass filled with tequila and drowned it. ”We will lock you in a room if you start acting crazy.” Seth was a pretty looking guy who loves food. Then again everyone in the pack loves to eat. She could have a buffet for them for weeks and they wouldn’t even gain a pound or get fat. She was little envy that pack girls also looks beautiful and doesn’t have to worry about anything. Often she found Veronica stuffing her face with donuts and pizza for whole week but never actually heard her complain that she can’t fit into her clothes. Candela had to stay in shape and put herself on strict diet if she had gained couple of pounds.
She was in her dancing world when she danced with Claude. Here and there she would watch him mimic her dance moves and it would make her laugh. Christmas music wasn’t best for dancing but she did not care. She would have changed the song to something more upbeat; however it was Christmas and everyone needed to be in the Holiday spirit. She was never in this large group of people and it felt weirdly amazing. Candela loved how everyone was getting along, even little Blue was snoozing by the fire and not yapping away. Veronica and Cloud were looking at each other like something was going on between those two. Cloud’s personality was far better than anyone’s. She liked the way he blurt out things without a care in the world. Despite his certain habits, Cloud is a whole mood. There were times where she found find him acting like a kid in a toy store. They way both Veronica and Cloud were acting, she wanted to see how everyone was going to react. There wasn’t nothing between them, just harmless flirting in a way.
”None of you can get fat. Why do you guys have to be sexy, hot and can’t gain any weight! This is nothing but a torture for a human.” It sounded like a little kid throwing a tantrum at the end. She was telling the truth. At times she feels like she gained ten pounds just by sniffing a cake. Candela loved a good kitchen where she can cook her day away. Being in the kitchen was her second best place in the world. Instead of pursuing a degree and job in healthcare, she should have pursued a dream in cooking. While her dream is to become something in healthcare, her passion was in the kitchen and on the stage. It was her little world. This year was something she never envisioned. Leaving California for a man who rejected her, finding a sweet man, a sister like friend and handful people to make her feel like she mattered. Overall, her life was different. In a good way. She followed Catcher’s eyes and saw how Cloud and Veronica were moulding cookie batter into shapes. Or trying to at least. ”If you don’t mind. Those two won’t be done any time soon. The pace they’re going, I might have to throw bleach and cleaning product bomb just to clean whole thing.” Looking at dirty kitchen and egg on the ceiling, she was getting little antsy. She wanted to start cleaning after them but had to hold herself back. They had to clean the mess and if it wasn’t spotless, she would wait until everyone is asleep then deep clean the kitchen.
One word, Anastasia is all it took for her cheeks to flush and eyes to widen. This was something Candela and Catcher did. One of the weekend he was home, he found Fifty Shades of Grey book on the couch. She had forgotten to put it away before he could get his hands on it. He would replace Anastasia with Candi and make her squirm. Okay, maybe she would squirm a little and throw something at Catcher to make him stop. ”Uh…um…I…” She stammered words as her mind went blank. She didn’t know what to say to that anymore. She cleared her parched throat and slowly exhale. ”I’ll change my name to Anastasia if you be Mr. Christian Grey.” Her eyes twinkled then winked at him. Back home it was them in a bubble and at the lodge, everyone was around and it can easily burst the bubble. She had to think about others and not just Catcher or herself.
Candela watched Catcher, Seth and Feather leave to do their own thing. Veronica and Cloud were cooking up penis shaped cookies while Claude was watching them. It left her alone in the living room with Blue snoring lightly. She petted little sleeping dog before she went to hunt down pitchers. Candela wanted to contribute to something while she was there and she didn’t want to step on someone’s feet either. She found herself opening closed door on the opposite side of the master bedroom. She thought she hit jackpot when room turned out to be storage and wine cellar. Bottles of wine were neatly stored on the rack and from looks of it, there were multiple options to pick from. She did her happy dance and couldn’t wait to open wine bottles during dinner.
She found one medium size pitcher in a box. She inspected for any cracks, dirt and when she didn’t find any, she walked out the door and went to the bar. Taking paper towel, she wiped it down before she started to pour ingredients for Sparkling Cranberry Apple Cider mocktail. At the end, she sliced some lemons and added on top of the liquid before putting a lid on it. Candela smiled at the creation she made. Patting herself in the back, she slid the pitcher to the corner and started wiping down the counter and floor.
Last Edit: Sept 15, 2021 9:22:56 GMT -5 by Candela Steele
Post by Seth Rivers on Sept 15, 2021 21:03:27 GMT -5
No surprise came when Seth found out all the decorations for the tree were still away up in the attic. What did shock him was how excited Claude was for a nickname of his own. It wasn't usually to see Claude happy but the amount of excitement that was coming out of the vampire even made Seth feel more jovial himself. He listened for the instructions with Feather, he chuckled a little as he mentioned the mistletoe. It was a good place to hide it to try and get people to kiss later. He began to wonder how many people would fall for them later. " Can't kiss me on the cheek if I kiss you first." Seth was just kidding around but a kiss with Feather wouldn't be bad at all. She was a bit stranger than most people he knew but she was still beautiful. Claude's warnings didn't seem to be too worrisome and Seth just shrugged them off. He didn't believe there would be anything strange up there; the cabin was too nice to be hiding something creepy. "No thanks need Claude, Feather shouldn't go up there alone even she says she is not afraid of creepy stuff."
Seth climbed onto the couch and jumped off the back of the couch when Feather motioned for him to follow her up the stairs. By the time he reached the landing where the hatch to the attic was she had already pulled the string letting the stairs descend in front of him. Feather wanted him to head up first so he nodded and began climbing the thin rung ladder that led into unknown territory. Climbing up slowly he finally made it to the top and pulled on a chain attached to a light bulb allowing the room to be illuminated by a soft white light. From first glance everything looked like what you would find in a normal attic stacks of boxes and some old furniture and a nice layer of dust. "No hobo so far, Feather. If the ornaments are up here we are probably going to have to do some digging. "
Seth finished climbing the ladder and stepped on to the rough cut boards that, unlike downstairs, were not polished and refined. The planks looked like they were quick cut from a log and roughly shaped to fit into place. The whole mood of this room was different from down below it was as everything was placed there to be left in the past to never see usefulness again. Holding his hand out Seth took Feather’s help into the attic so she wouldn't have crawled across the floor. As soon as she was up Seth started pulling boxes out of stacks and spreading them out across the open floor. "If you want to look here I'll go check out the back corner. If you find any board games we should pull them out too. No Monopoly though that game starts feuds." Walking over to the darkest place of the attic ,Seth started to pull white sheets that were draped over random stacked objects. Most of the sheets were covering some older wooden furniture that may have been original to the cabin. As he shuffled around he saw a human-like shape and it startled him a little. " Feather get over here there is something creepy." grabbing the corner of the sheet a pair of warn running shoes started to be reivield.
Last Edit: Sept 16, 2021 6:07:34 GMT -5 by Seth Rivers
Post by Veronica Call on Sept 16, 2021 16:35:48 GMT -5
From where she stood everything was somewhat visible. Candela was trying to get along with everyone, playing nice and mostly being her bubbly self. There were times where Veronica wished her bubbly personality rubbed off on her. Then she would realize that she’s a badass werewolf and she doesn’t need to be bubbly or anything. She just needs to be her old self and get along with everyone. Veronica’s might were filled with lot of uncertainty, questions and thinking about sex. A virgin werewolf thinking about all things dirty. It made it worse thanks to Cloud. He seemed to rub off on her more than she would have liked.
Licking her lips, she looked up at the ceiling and laughed. Neither Cloud and Veronica had any clue how the egg got up there and she waited to hear Claude or Candela scream that they ruined a perfect white ceiling. But nothing came. She looked at Claude and gave him a weak smile then shrugged her shoulders. She started to open kitchen drawers to find a knife to make penis shaped cookies. Her thoughts were all over the place and making penis shaped cookies might be interesting. For her at least. Finding small pairing knife, she went back to place where she was standing and pointed the knife at Cloud. ”And what makes you think I learned it from you?” Veronica raised her eyebrow, eyeing him with a sweet smile on lips.
Truth was, she didn’t know where it came from. She blurted things out without thinking and at times it gets in her trouble. Placing the knife on the counter, she went to the bar, grabbed bottle of tequila and shot glasses and walked back into kitchen. She poured tequila in the glass, handed one to Cloud and raised it to toast. ”Here’s to all dicks and tight pussies.” She threw her portion back, swallowing and shaking her head as the liquor burned her throat as it went down. No matter how many shots she does, it will never drown her thoughts about sex. As Christmas music was blasting, her mind was singing mixture of Birthday Sex and Bottoms Up song. THC and alcohol is not a good combination. Lightly shoved her glass and tequila bottle to the side and grabbed bottle of THC from Cloud’s head.
Veronica giggled as she opened THC bottle and took the dropper out and sniffed it. Her eyes shot open when she smelled floral aromas and maybe hint of grass? She didn’t know how many full dropper is needed for the batch. She made a safe bet and went with one dropper. Veronica scratched her head and froze. She forgot about flour, eggs in her hair. Murmuring she filled the dropper half way and dropped it into bowl. Once again she washed her hands and flicked water to Cloud’s face. ”Since we don’t have any cock shaped cookie cutter, we can use a knife to do it.” She grabbed her knife and felt patter on her head. She looked down to see what they were, Christmas colored sprinkles. ”You know, the mess you’re making makes me think that you’d like to get down and dirty. Just too bad, you can’t make a girl scream your name out.” She looked at Cloud, scanning his whole body posture, how he is and wondered how girls throw themselves at him.
Don’t get Veronica wrong, Cloud is a handsome loud, twig that acts like a kid at times…mostly all the time but he has a heart of a gold. It may have looked like she was checking him out but that was not the case. The twins were calling each other with first and middle name; her ears could not unhear those middle names. Sebastian and Cordelia are beautiful name. Veronica mind started thinking about nickname for Cloud. ”Spaz. Lobster. Bash…hmmm” She didn’t realize she spoke out loud and her cheeks turned slightly pink. She kept her head low as she started working on the cookie dough. She rolled out the dough on the counter, started making shape of a penis with a knife. In between she would pop a piece of raw cookie dough in her mouth and lightly moan just to tease Cloud. She was going to have fun while everyone was doing their own and no one was supervising them.
Her head bobbed along with sex songs that were playing in her head. If she wasn’t holding the knife she would be sitting on the counter, watching Cloud make more mess and imagine herself cleaning up the counter with his head. She looked up to see Catcher, closing his eyes and probably saying ‘la la la’ just to avoid listening anything ex girlfriend had to say. ”Catch, did you really had this picture of me as a naive virgin girl without any dirty thoughts?” More she thinks about it, she would be in same shoe as Catcher. She wouldn’t want to hear about his pleasure ideas. However, they were adults and what happened between them seemed like it was million years ago. Looking at Catcher and Cloud, look on their face confirm that they were not expecting her to have this kind of mind. It was hard to picture a girl with mind that’s filled with erotic thoughts. Veronica grew up on Disney and Hallmark with a raging good girl complex with desire to push Rafael against the wall and kiss him. No devour his lips.
Veronica had been like this for months now. After spending night at the river, saying goodbye to Axel and Veronica, she found more time on hand. She found this whole new world of erotica and since then she hasn’t turned back. Certain things she likes to keep to herself. She didn’t want to share her life or her thoughts that are buried deep. When she does feel that they’re resurfacing, she isolates herself for few days and deals with it. ”Why do you want Buff Daddy and I to hook up?” Veronica looked at Candela who was busy in her world, mixing drinks and cleaning. She wondered why everyone was rooting for them to hook up when she doesn’t see it. Yeah there are some criteria that meets and throwing endless cheese around. Sooner or later there won’t be enough cheese and new plan will need to made.
Last Edit: Sept 16, 2021 17:27:17 GMT -5 by Veronica Call
Post by Claudius Galloway on Sept 17, 2021 16:30:13 GMT -5
The mess in the kitchen wasn't a bother to Claude at all, he was actually glad that everyone looked like they were enjoying the time at the cabin so far. It was the whole reason why he had spent his money to purchase the place. He smiled as Cloud played off he didn't know how the egg got on the ceiling and he just shrugged. "Just remember it's up there, clean it off if you remember but if you don't I'll do it later." Claude smiled, and walked away not wanting to be involved with whatever sexual talk Cloud and Veronica were having. It made him feel like some odd creeper to even be hearing all they were saying. He stuffed his fingers in his ears and started humming loudly. The way Veronica was talking she really needed someone to help clear her brain of all the dirty thoughts. "I'm okay if you make dick shaped stuff, but I don't want to hear about Puffball's excpades. Remember this is a family affair.." He pointed over to the upper hall where Feather and Seth were entering the attic.
Claudemas was all about togetherness, just as Raf said before he left to find the tree. Claude just hoped that he was having fun with Tash finding what he hoped was going to be an amazing Christmas tree. He had heard that sometimes she could be a little moody but he hadn't seen it himself yet. From what Candi had told him the wolf girl didn't like her, and from all the notes he had taken he sort of knew why. Both of the girls sort of had a thing for his dark haired friend. However things played out Calude just hoped his young friend would be happy. The more time he had spent around Catcher the more he began to feel he was more like family. There was just something in his eyes and the way he carried himself that reminded Claude of someone he had lost long ago back before he was Claudius the vampire. He hadn't really thought about the boy too often, when he did Claude seemed to get lost in himself trying to remember the last moments he had seen his brother Michael alive.
He might have looked like he was watching Veronica as she and Cloud flirted while making dick shaped cookies but at the moment he had been lost in thoughts about Micheal, trying to remember the last words he had ever said to him before watching the life leave the young man's eyes. So many years had passed that Calude had no longer blamed himself but he wished he had been a vampire when the accident that claimed his life. If he was he would have never let him die from gunshot wound. He could still see his brown eyes staring back at him, his lips so vividly saying his name. To Micheal he was never Claude, he was Thomas. He had taken on Claude after he had been changed into a vampire. He thought it to be more fitting for the creature he had become.
Blinking a few times even though he didn't have to, Claude was pulled back to reality as Catcher walked past him and out to the outdoor space and lit up a cigarette. He gave him a few moments before opening the door and throwing himself down in one of the wooden chairs. " So how's it going Ronaldo ? We haven't really had a moment to speak." Claude smiled over at him, his life being a little quiet since the summertime and all his exploring the woods around Washington. He had spent most of the fall searching for Bigfoot but the beast still was too elusive for him to find. Now in the snow mountains he decided he have to look for the Yedi at least one this trip. "Did you check out your costume yet I wanted you to be the most unique."
Post by Rafael Wolfe on Sept 17, 2021 20:36:02 GMT -5
Raf watched the warm air escape her mouth in little white puffs as spoke , giving him little pieces of advice on how to impress Veronica. It wasn't that he wanted to impress the brown haired beauty, he just wanted to know the best way to show her that he really cared to find a way to get past her defenses. There were a few moments he had gotten alone with her and since the disastrous date, those one on one moments they seemed to connect more then they had with the others around. It was as almost in silence between then that the biggest progress was made. " I noticed that." Natasha hadn't been at the Bella Italia when the C gang plus Seth and being spying on his date with Veronica. He noticed she was alone with him, she was more receptive. V was a different person at the end who had to have gone off on the men outside, some of it might have been the anger for their invasion of privacy. Some of it might have been because she had been showing a part of herself the C boys might have never seen.a softer side she was slowly revealing to him.
His eyes followed Natasha as she spoke, watching her red coat weave in and out of the green branches of the fir trees and she inspected them for herself. Her advice of a grand gesture made sense too. He laughed slightly as he pointed at him mentioning his attempt earlier. She was so bold in the house to talk about how hard his wood was and now she is more reserved all alone. It was almost as a group the girls tried to show they could be as bold as the guys.her words sunk into his brain, girls loved romantic movies. In the end the boy does something big to win her over and make her see that she is the only thing that matters. He looked down at the snow trying to think about what he could do at the cabin to show her he cared in front of all her friends, maybe even find a way he could even get them to help him prove how much he really cared for her. " What would you suggest as a grand gesture? Some over the top embarrassing display of sexiness?"
Scenes began to play in his head as he thought about what he could do to impress Veronica, he had some hidden talents he hadn't shown her yet and if a grand gesture is wanted her oldest friend suggested it might work. "Do you think if I ask your littlegang for help with something they agree to help out?" Before he left the house it had seemed more of the group weren't totally into his attempt at flirting with Veronica, all the laughing and snickers didn't help him think they would want to help him with any sort of thing he wanted to impress Veronica with. He was the outsider, not the only human at the cabin but certainly the one who found bonding with the other harder to do. He was glad Natasha came out with him. Out of all their personalities she seems to be very easy to get along with. He didn't know enough about her to even know why she was even trying to help him win Veronica over. He was grateful for every suggestion she had.
Her like for bad boys didn't surprise him either. Veronica seemed like a girl who had a big enough attitude to put even the toughest guys in their place. When he was younger he was more wild and what you would call a bit of a rebel but ever since his accident he became more reserved and stopped being a big risk taker almost losing his life want without it. He nodded letting her know he heard what she was saying about how Veronica might like a man who took control. From what he had learned in life most ladies love then the man took control of most things. Veronica wasn't like any other girls he was with before so he didn't want to jump the gun. He blew a hot breath into gloved hands, getting cold he spoke with Tash. He didn't have much experience with the cold and being out as long as they had been so far was starting to make his nose a little pink. Next time he was out he would have to remember to bring a scarf.
Even though it was cold, Raf was enjoying the beautiful scenery surrounding them. It would be nice when everyone got out and went skiing or snowboarding. The way he thought about snowboarding was similar to surfing so.je should be able to pull it off. He started to feel a bit bad for Natasha as she went on to say that he should do the opposite of her. He had never seen her with anyone she would consider more than a friend. As she spoke it was almost sad, she was telling him to open up and express his feelings where she didn't. He could hear the regret in her voice but didn't want to pry into her personal life. The fact she thought pickup lines could work still too made him smile. He had a few that Veronica might still enjoy. " I can see you are just full of great advice. I'm surprised Catcher or Cloud haven't asked you for opinions yet. With advice like your giving I think they could win over any girl. I will pick out my lines more strategically. Thanks." He put up a fist to bump it with her in a way for thanking her for everything. He just hoped he could remember all she had to say.
Agreeing on a tree he had though picked out he walked over to the sled and pulled off the chain saw. Walked around the tree for a moment finding the best angle to cut it at. The most important part to cutting down any tree first was to prepare and figure out where you would want it to fall. After a few moments he pulls the ripcord and brings the saw to life with a rumble. Very carefully he attacked the base of the tree with the sharp blade making the fresh smell of blue more prominent in the air. It didn't take long for the tree to lean over and come crashing down into the snow in a soft thud. "That was the easy part. Now we have to load it."
Last Edit: Sept 18, 2021 12:44:44 GMT -5 by Rafael Wolfe
Post by Cloud Crestfall on Sept 18, 2021 1:09:38 GMT -5
”I mean… you saw me lick my finger and immediately translated that to how I like someone to suck my dick so… you learned something about me from me.”She didn’t seem to understand what he had said earlier so he explained, staring back without a trace of discomfort at her face. Sighing, he lost focus and looked down at the knife she pointed to him without taking in what it was; brain on the track of lewd train. When she moved, he awoke from the daze and gathered her pouring and drinking tequila, accepting his shot.
”To dicks and pussies.” He clanked his glass with hers in cheers when she held it up for a toast and the golden liquor waved so much it almost overflowed from the rim. As he downed it so fast to catch a spill, drops dripping around his lips, wiping it with the back of his hand, it was a cold, fiery burn going down his throat. It was the kind that made him shiver and feel more exhilarated for the rest of their baking extravaganza. Shaking his hair manically, the brush of long bleached blonde waves swishing in his eyes, his body responded to the alcohol like it jolted him and made him hyper, sticking his tongue out as he faced the side with actual disgust of the taste.
Cloud grinned toothily reveling in the fun of drinking something nasty but of quality, watching her pour the THC in a measured way, calculated and geeky; he thought she was revealing how anal she could be about sticking to her methods. He wanted to tip her hand, push the bottle so it just added an uncertain amount that would provoke and annoy the crap out of her. His face was crumpling in total weirdness when she sniffed the dropper, a novice move of curiousity for the substance and now he wanted to squeeze the dropper on her behalf, crunch her fist in his and just eject all the liquid up her nose or into her face. Metaphorically that ejaculation would have amused him to no end; a very fine sobering example of innuendo squirted into her face, much needed to anti-climax her sexual tension or spark more. The only thing holding him back was the fact he didn’t double check with Natasha if she brought any more of the stuff; it was like liquid gold in the bigger picture of his plot and he couldn’t waste it for something so small. If the Beach man had been there, that would be a different story, prime time show time, maybe filling the man with impure thoughts of his own cum.
He reached the drawer next to them and copied her, taking out a paring knife as she suggested cutting the shapes out putting the sprinkles down and halting his confetti explosion. ”Are you gonna cut a different cock for every one you’ve seen?” Sniggering as if he were a teenage girl, he postured a reflection of her, searching her with x ray vision up and down the ensemble she was wearing; the seconds it took undressing her on purpose, would make her feel goosebumps. She wasn’t dressed sexily but he knew she would enjoy believing he was attracted to her in the most salacious of ways; he wanted her to feel pornographic even if it was all a joke. Part of him even banked on Rafael to feel convinced he was going after the 'love of his life'; just how many people's greatest love was she attempting to crown herself?”Girls screaming my name? I hear it enough on stage… off stage, wouldn’t you like to know. Come and you’ll see.” A smirk twitched at the corner of his lips as he glimmered with deviousness but the oven beeped and he broke all concentration, dashing to the lighted window with pleasure. Somehow everything sounded sexual with her this Claudemas eve when all he spoke were honest words.
When she asked her bold, redundant question to Catcher, he bit his lip almost cringing to see what his friend would say, taking out mitts. Contrary to what she believed and what he was trying to accept about her virginity, Catcher never once mentioned anything vulgar about her; never once seemed to regard her as such a vestal virgin of purity either. Provided he never really commented or spoke about Veronica sexually, Catcher had given off strangely disgusted vibes about something during the night of the epic Rafael date when he saw the way she touched the beefy man. He opened the lid, flaming hot air boiling his face; the aroma of cake wafting out slowly, his senses picking it up with relief. Wrapping his thick, padded gloves that made for fat hands, he pulled the tray out and plopped it on a trivet used to protect the countertop.
Assuming she wanted to find the real reason they were motivating the Hawaiian to seduce her, from any one of the three people standing there, himself included, he waited for a response from Candela. Getting none as the adorable Smurfette fiddled with drinks, having about the most intimate moment he had yet seen her have with Catcher and that wasn’t saying much, Cloud made some noise cutting a few dicks out of the cookie dough allowing the brownie to cool. ”Uh… Um… Nobody cares if you hook up with him… I just think it’s funny. He tries so hard and you make it so easy, so obvious you want that D.” He intervened, hoping Catcher wouldn’t reply her. The boy was going to crack at some point; C clearly did not want to deal with Rafael and Veronica but truly caring for her, keeping his word they were friends and maintaining this friendly world meant he wanted to genuinely be happy for her. That included helping her find the love she lost or did not want from anyone else, to fill the void. Cloud was tired as fuck about it, so exasperated he wanted to straight up tell Veronica she was blind and all she could see was shallow but he settled to get her completely high instead, imagining her making a fool of herself with Rafael.
Distracting her, he defiantly challenged her to admit she was slushy for that big ass dildo of a man. ”But we all know you’re gonna cave, lose that V, V.” At the start his eye balls had almost fallen into his lap or splat onto his phone screen when he read Candela talking about Rafael’s supposedly impressive package more than once but now he was adjusted; appalled his sister was the only ladylike chick within a thousand mile radius. Loudly, he had whipped off the mittens and tossed them on the island, almost chucking it at Catcher because he was mocking them then ditching them. Not throwing it was only because cloud was too lazy to go grab it from where it would land after, that back door shut with a thud. His eyes followed Claude who was staring at them the entire freeze frame of ten minutes while he had been very cool about the egg and cleanliness rule. Cloud’s little earrings dangled reflectively as he gave the vampire two energetic thumbs up with a cheesy, bright smile that all was great. He would clean it later primarily because Claude was so chill about it. The more he was told what to do, the more rebellious he was so this played right to his good boy side; promising everything with that enthusiastic gesticulation while Claude left.
”Did you get all wet cause Candi kept talking about how big it was?” Resuming, he wasn’t preaching conservative theory but he hadn’t seen that dick size hint coming at all, and with girls like Natasha, he would pray if she would have a body swap moment with someone like Veronica or Candela. Laying those penis pastries on a buttered tray, he spaced them and surveyed how inaccurate each size was but admired how smoothly cut he had made the edges, practically a cutter mold. He had taken the sharp paring knife and begun mirroring Veronica as she sliced through the dough but taken precision; his continuous desire to eat the biscuits driving him to complete the task more than the tomfoolery. In spite of all the mess, he wasn’t spasticating as much as he would if his boys were here, jumping around, spraying her with the tap hose or emptying cartons and putting the cardboard on her head like a helmet; he had goals for his brownie friends to enter the house that was his stomach in a few more minutes. ”I heard your mumbling… don’t call me the little mermaid’s crab.” Shoving the tray of dick cookies into the oven he never switched off, he tossed a bag of sugar at her for the icing they needed, joking about silly nicknames she seemed to think could trump Claude’s ‘Puffball’.
Post by Feather Crestfall on Sept 18, 2021 8:48:18 GMT -5
Feather was very excited to see what sort of surprises the attic might hide. She loved exploring places and items that had been forgotten overtime. Waiting at the bottom of the thin runged ladder as Seth climbed to the top, she stretched out as high as her tiptoes would allow her to stand.Feather would have just gone up first to investigate, but she wanted to see Seth's reaction first. Seeing the rectangular opening above light up with a pull of a string, she watched Seth ascend into the door above. As soon as she got the all clear that he hadn't found a hobo, but needed to do some digging she bolted up the ladder as quickly as she could, taking Seth hand instead of crawling onto the wooden floor. Dust had been stirred up by just them moving slowly around the large attic. The little particles tickled her nose. She rubbed it trying to suppress a sneeze but it didn't. She let out a little squeak out a.ozt mouse like.
As Seth began to shuffle boxes about and pull off sheets, Feather started digging into the boxes. "Board Games sound like a great idea Seth!" Feather loved playing games with others and one of her favorites was Clue. Thought begin to fill her mind of playing a real-life game of clue each one of them talking on a character like a murder mystery. Not finding much, she in the boxes bedside some old dishes she closed the first box up and pushed the box to the side trying to keep track of where she had already looked. She moved over to another box blowing the dust off trying to find some writing on the brown dented cardboard to see if whoever had placed the boxes up in the room had labeled them so they would be able to find what they had brought up more easily. The word was faded but she had found a box that said Christmas across the front. She was just about to open It when Seth called her over. "Oh creepy ? Ohhh."
She stood up from a squat and walked over to where Seth was in the back corner looking at a some tall human shaped thing covered in a sheet. Seth began to pull on the sheet and Feather watched in anticipation as he slowly pulled the sheet off. Feeling he was being a bit too slow, Feather grabbed a hold of the sheet and pulled it off more swiftly. Under the old paint stained dirty sheet was a six foot tall alien wearing sneakers and basketball shorts. It held what looked like a taxidermied armadillo like a baseball. Feather just stared at it for a second a little perplexed by the strange display piece. This cabin didn't look like a place people would go to celebrate Halloween but maybe the old owner loved alien memorabilia. Shrugging at Seth she reached into the alien's hand and pulled out the little stuffed creature. She let her fingers run across the hard shell like structure of the creature back before holding it closer to her face to inspect.
"This thing is adorable, you want to hold it Seth?" Feather waves the once living animal in front of Seth's face wondering what his reaction would be to it. Most people found taxidermy weird and creepy where she loved the time and care that went into preserving the once living creatures. "This little guy doesn't deserve to be locked up in a dingy old attic and used as a prop. I'm going to ask Claude if I can have him." She cradled the little thing in her arms and moved back over to the box where she was before Seth had called him over to the corner. She set the little ball creature down beside her as she opened the box she had abandoned. Lifting the flaps she could see some like glass balls within it. Most looked intact but a few had probably been broken whe. They were packed up there last. " Seth check those, over there, I'll put this box by the stairs and you can pass it down to me after you're done looking in those. I found one box. I bet there are still more. "
Climbing down the ladder with the armadillo in hand she quickly ran to her room and placed the once living creature on her bed for safe keeping. . She still had to talk to Calude still but the bed seemed like the best place to put the weird beast until she asked him about it later. She looked down at her black skirt and inspected it. It was now covered in little patches of gray and dust bunnies.She ran her hand a over it knocking the lite fluffs off. The smell of baked goods filled her nose as she moved swiftly back to the ceiling hatch and poked her head back in. "Any more luck up there?"
Post by Catcher Reeves on Sept 18, 2021 10:24:50 GMT -5
With a parental gaze, he had watched Candela fluster herself, a baby tantrum in the making as amusement flexed into a sympathetic smile. She described everybody with the best imagery but he personally always took it as an exaggeration. The only recourse, to her dilemma, he could think of was asking her if she wanted to be supernatural, turn into a vampire for example, but he didn’t think she would really go for it even if the perks were everything she wanted.”You and your cleaning…” He simply shifted his position and blocked Candela’s view in time as Cloud and Veronica created more catastrophe. What she couldn’t see was her whole obsession of order, self-imposed sentencing for cleanliness and he dismissed it; her cleaning product bomb an insanity that would never cease once she began.
Standing in front of her, he deliberately sought out her squirming shyness, aware that she had never interacted naturally with him amongst his friends since the day she moved in. As she stammered, he relished forcing her to come out of her comfort zone, pressuring her to be how he was used to rather than what everyone else was used to, curling a strand of her golden hair behind her ear as she struggled to deliver a comeback she never even needed. He had waited for the cover up wink; she was still overthinking everything and he openly smirked something sinful, leaning closer to her. It was diabolically slow as he put a hand on the counter edge beside her, a cornering fiend. There was no way for him to know how she could keep it together, adoring a story so easily distorted with his teasing; he was inescapable.
”We aim to please Miss Steele.” His eyes flashed a cheeky wickedness, searching hers like they were blue lagoons in the Mediterranean, flicking away suggestively to her glossed lips and slender neck. The rosy hue of her blush was a youthful flush that made her prettier in her timid awkwardness. He could hear her breathing prickly with tension, the same kind that he always made her uncomfortable with; unnerving enough she always wanted to throw pillows or cushions at him. Any moment and he expected her to wiggle and do all kinds of strange motions of playful embarrassment and annoyance at him.”You, are going to have learn to keep still…” Her perfume drifted to him as he reached to trace the back of his finger along her shoulder and the outline of her delicate collarbone, almost forgetting to stop himself from sliding his hand to hold her face, feel her pulse quicken, willing to make it race. She wasn’t meant for the taking and he retracted all intimacy, careful not to show his discomposure as he withdrew before any emotions took over.
Opportune with that quote, he noted the timing to disengage before she would discover he had a limit to mocking her, afraid of acting so much the roles would reverse if she eventually learned to read him. They lived with each other after all and she was a friend he wanted for life; this was not the same as pulling an innocent stunt that only appeared flirtatious, he could wind up pushing her away. ”That’s a dangerous suggestion…” Meeting her twinkling eyes, his devilish own blinked away a spark and he tapped the ledge with his hand, taking a step back from her, tilting his head and studying her before letting out a quiet laugh. He neither agreed nor disagreed clearly to her proposition, and kept a strange happiness for what she asked within, running a hand through his untidy hair as he had turned on his heel parting ways, expectant she wanted to do her own thing too.
As he had walked to the door, his hand had almost turned the knob when Veronica tauntingly asked about the picture of her he had in his mind. He stopped, turned his head to the side to look at her with creased eyebrows, skeptical she wasn’t already drunk or high; she was falling into Cloud’s trap of making her humiliate herself by revealing all these dirty thoughts further with the baked goods, the ultimate goal to see her true thirst over Rafael. It was a very doubtful expression thrown at her and he raised both hands, momentarily hunched like a t-rex before he wiggled his spirit fingers at her then dropped his grip back to the door and pulled it open, cold air blasting from the gap against his skin. She was wrong, he never believed she was a virgin and he reminded her of something she had initiated all those suns ago, about his fucking fingers, proving that she was never naïve; not only did she have dirty thoughts, she had said them aloud fearlessly. He would never know if that was a special gesture, a side of her just for him or if she had been that way with everyone else, but she hadn’t been shy at all to his understanding. Veronica was domineering and the opposite of the virgin girl image. Remembering everything he had been misguided about taking advantage of her. His adamant stance on not doing so back then, even when he would have a rude awakening that he was the only honourable moron when he saw her half naked with another man, shortly after he had to recover and keep a distance from her nonetheless; he felt a rush of irritation and utter disappointment that he sent swiftly flying over his head because she was not worth it now.
His empty gaze became half moons, soft as he sent her a sweet fake smile that fell with his cheeks as he had walked out the room and shut the exit rolling his eyes to himself, ignoring her. The days were long gone when he gave a damn how she would receive his responses, she had taken his reactions and interactions however way she wanted all this time so it didn’t matter at all; he already had enough on his plate and he wished the lumberjack would just return and occupy her, make her whole universe revolve around her princess fantasy. When they arrived, he was caring about her but what transpired and then her insensitive poking at this tender wound of his with her flagrant flirting all around dissolved it; her ‘non problems’ with Rafael were all Seth’s to handle. Although he couldn’t pretend they never met, and erase all the stupidity in between while he was trying to end his love for her until the morning after that fateful date night, he could just act like they never were anything from this day forward; loathing was managing him.
As he took in the first drag, the ember of the cigarette end burning bright red, glowing like a hot iron, he heard Claude come outside. His friend sat in the chair beside him, and he switched hands to hold the fag away from blowing towards the vampire. ”It’s good.” He blanked out with surprise at Claude’s question, realising they really didn’t have a proper conversation as the driver needed all the concentration and Rafael was right beside him for all the hours they rode; prompting him to refrain. ”I saw part of it… it’s white, fuzzy… if it was fluffy, I’d think you made me the Yeti.” His brows furrowed in speculation, fading into a hazy, dreamy smile. ”I’m sure it’s the most unique, I’ll change after this… and cleaning that.” He waved the stick between his two fingers and breathed another inhalation, letting out the smog from his nostrils, streaming lines; mellow and finishing this nicotine guilt, he would take the time to get rid of the chocolate in the wax of his hair and get dressed to impress now that he knew extra care went into the costume. His eyes shot to the corner as his head nodded in the direction of the kitchen to indicate the mess he was part of. ”Did you find anything interesting? You must’ve collected a lot more research while I was gone…”
No sooner did he ask, his mouth reopened and then a bright shine of an expression spread across his face, the smile no longer foggy but childlike and melding with his eyes. He sat up, putting his foot down and leaning forward to sit more appropriately, intent to share this with Claude. ”I found out my school has a few mysteries. There’s supposed to be a statue that moans and cries real tears...I haven’t seen it though…” Tapping the skinny stick, he ashed it in a tray, watching the powder fall before sucking a puff as he thought about further details, re aligning his enthusiasm with Claude’s face, hoping he would be entertained. ”The third floor of the barracks is haunted by a ghost called the yellow peril who wails. There are a couple of others. At night they say that if there’s knocking on the door, it’s one of the ghosts trying to enter your room…”
Letting the cigarette sit on the edge of the tray, he swallowed, tasting the bitterness of the tobacco he had largely abstained from due to lack of availability; it was not a banned substance but most used dip to substitute and now this was a sharpness in his throat, cracking his voice for a second. ”One of the ghosts is a hanged man… and there’s a professor whose skeleton horse is displayed in the chapel. I heard blue light orbs fly into his classroom…” So far that was the gist of everything he had heard, interesting rumours of the paranormal and urban legends he neither believed nor disbelieved. Catcher laid back against the chair, beaming at Claude, a side of him only seen by this man completely exposed to anyone who may walk in on them or had been watching through the tall pristine window. He gesticulated lightly with a flail of both hands that were resting on his legs, pinching up the burning smoke and biting back on it again.
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Post by Natasha Black on Sept 18, 2021 15:33:58 GMT -5
She had given Raf all the advice she could think of about Veronica. Some of it might just be just good advice on ladies in general. She wasn't in the best mood to talk about grand gestures, she felt like she had to perform on her own to fix what she wanted to with Catch. She looked down at her wrist seeing the guitar pick peeking out from under her jacket. It was moments like this she enjoyed. She didn't need anything grand,small little moments spent together when you could be your most genuine self is what she enjoyed. The little trinkets set her mind rolling on things Raf could do to impress Veronica. The sexiness he would have to think that up himself. "She loves music. Do you have any musical talents you're hiding? Like do you sing or play guitar? Pretty much all of us play some sort of instrument except V." The more she thought about Veronica she would probably love Raf sitting naked on a stool while he played on a guitar using it to cover all his parts. She laughed a bit embarrassed at the thought that came into her mind but the more she thought about it she might save that idea for herself. It would actually make a good apology idea. Glad she could just blame her creeks getting redder on the cold than the thought that occupied her brain at the moment.
"Veronica loves to dance or and music she can dance too. If you can do something related to that and wear let's say sexy leather pants I bet she would just melt." She wasn't sure the leather pants would actually work but he needed to prove to Veronica that she was all in if he really wanted her. She wasn't one to be toyed with. She likes to be treated like a princess like she was the most important girl in the room. Everything about V from the way she dresses and spoke made her stand out. It was one of lessons Tash had learned from her friend that sometimes being bold was fun. It wasn't completely in her wheelhouse but when Veronica was around she spoke more confidently knowing nothing that came out of her mouth would be nearly as bad as what came out of Veronica's no filtered brain.
A bit of shock set in when Raf mentioned help from her gang. She knew he had meant her fiends but it was weird thinking about them as a gang, if anything the gang was all Catcher or Seth they were the reason everyone stayed friends with each other. It was Catcher who had met Cloud first. She was glad she had met him and Feather too they bought some sort of energy back into their little group of friends. Without Feather she wouldn't probably be able to stay in the same place as Candi. She just couldn't stand the fact that Candi and Catcher had some sort of bond, the way he patted her head on the Rv and being so receptive to her it just made her feel a little insecure and possibly even jealous of whatever they might happen when she was not around. She took some solace in the fact he wasn't home too often himself. It was hard for her to be so far away from him and it might have been why the bits of attention she got from Evan made her feel less alone, though with Evan she had begun to think he was getting the wrong idea about what she was thinking herself. The problem was she never let people know what she felt or thought. She just kept most of her thoughts to herself unless she couldn't bear to hold them in any longer.
"You could ask the guys for help, they are always down for fun as long as they aren't the ones who look like idiots." If Raf had an idea it was probably going to be something big if he needed help. It almost made her curious but the more she thought about it she didn't want to hear about his plan. It would be fun to be just surprised at Veronica with whatever he could come up with. "Just know if you ask them for help there will be no backing out, it's all or nothing with them." She knew as soon as Cloud got involved he wanted to make it a big production. He was a natural performer and would pull off all most elements as possible making it something unforgettable. She watched as Raf blew on his hand to warm them up and she had almost forgotten that It was cold out and the big lumberjack wasn't complaining but she could tell he was getting cold. She liked his determination to get whatever advice he could out of her. She smiled as he said she had great advice but it fell off her face when Rafael asked why Cloud or Catcher hadn't come to her for advice. She didn't need to give Cloud any instructions, and she wouldn’t listen to her anyway; he just thought she was a tease, mentioning it multiple times to her directly. He would probably just laugh at her anyway. She didn't blame him for mentioning Catcher, the big guy was oblivious to a lot going on around him, besides what they had or didn't have wasn't everybody's business anyway. " I really don't know myself. Most guys rather find things out for themselves. I guess it just takes a few more years of maturity." Raf was a few years older than them but no one seemed to mind. Age was just a number anyway thirty was fine now if he was sixty he would be creepy.
She watched as Raf went over to the sled and grabbed the chainsaw, and him to figure out the best way to cut the tree.The motor come to life she walked far out of the way before he placed when cutting teeth near the bottom of the tree getting it to fall to the ground away from where it could have stood for eternity. She laughed when Raf mentioned getting the tree on the sled was going to be the hard part. She almost wanted to see him struggle to get it onto the sled himself but Instead of watching the big guy dragged the tree through the snow and possibly wreck it she took over. She walked over to the black sled and unhooked it dragging it closer to where the tree fallen. "Might be hard for you but for me…"She wrapped her arms as far as possible around the beaches and lifted it up herself and placed it onto the sled without help. "Its nothing." She smiled, she looked like this tiny little thing who couldn't lift much but her genes gave her more advantages than he would ever know. She looked over at Raf who was looking at her with raised eyebrows." Stop staring at me like that and hop in the driver seat." She pulled the sled back over to the snow mobile and made sure it was clipped off properly and climbed up onto the back of the seat. Taking off her sunglasses she passed them to Raf as he started up the machine, sat down and started taking them back down the trail they had cut earlier. She was ready to get back to the cabin and get a drink she had bypassed earlier.
Post by Candela Steele on Sept 19, 2021 16:27:08 GMT -5
His expression and light movement made her nervous. His smell surrounded her, a mixture of earth and musk. When she thought her heart couldn’t beat any faster, his fingertips caressed her collarbone, and it skipped a beat before thundering in an erratic rhythm. She inhaled quickly, not realizing she had been holding her breath. The man stole her breath and made her lose all ability to communicate. She licked her lips and nodded lightly. Candela body and mind went numb on what to say next. A comeback. Anything. A word. But nothing came out of her mouth.
Candela did not know what was coming over her. She had never reacted like this towards Catcher before. She can’t stop picturing herself purring and rubbing up against him like a tabby cat in heat. They have done this few times but never felt intimate. She hated doing things outside of her comfort zone. Yeah she strips, dances on the stage and gives lap dances to strangers but outside of that, she’s very shy and likes to stick to things she knows she loves. Candela was her true self to couple of people in her life and one of them was destroying kitchen and other one was in front of her. ’Don’t look at me like that, sugar.’ Her thoughts were telling her what to say but her mouth seemed to be sealed shut.
All Candela wanted to do was to have one on one with Catcher. To be in their own bubble without anyone being around. Her eyes followed Catcher’s moves; what they had mere seconds ago was gone. ”I should live my life little on the edge.” Candela whispered to herself, hoping that Catcher didn’t hear it. She had enough on her plate and living on the edge again wasn’t on the list to do anymore. Her hands reached out to touch Catcher but she was too late. Veronica started talking about virgin, sex and who knows what else. She shook her head, gave a weak smile to Catcher as both of them went separate ways.
Wiping away last section of the bar and little area on the floor, Candela threw away paper towel in the trash and looked at two destroyer in the kitchen. Her body was screaming, her hands getting itchy and she was about to start yelling at them like they were kids. The rate Cloud and Veronica was going, they won’t listen to her or anyone. Music was playing lightly and Blue was sleeping by the fireplace when she looked in the living room. Despite being in the house full of people, she felt little out of place. She wasn’t sure if Rafael felt the same way as she did. Her eyes drifted from Blue to Catcher and Claude talking and it seemed everyone was paired off. Her mind drifted to previous Christmas memories with her mom, old friends, barely any with her dad and not all Christmas were good for her. This might be first Christmas where she might be relaxing and planning on making more memories. Candela sat next to Blue, mindlessly petting him and wondering about how next couple days were going to be like for her.