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Post by AISLIN DUFFY on Jul 25, 2011 12:35:57 GMT -5
 EVERYBODY'S GOT ONE, NAME YOUR PROBLEM, WHAT'S IT GONNA BE TODAY?aislin was actually having a pretty good day, for once. she hadn't had anything bad happen or any annoying people stop and try to talk to her again or anything and in her eyes, that was a good day. after all, she'd had a pretty crappy week up until today, and she was just really glad that was turning around for her. she was currently laying across the hood of her car, staring up at the stars, and thinking, in absolute silence. she had driven up to la colline a few hours ago and though she knew it wasn't safe, especially alone, with a murderer on the loose, she couldn't help it, it was beautiful out here and she had it all to herself at this very moment. she wasn't wanting it to end for a good long time.
and aislin didn't use the word beautiful lightly. she always thought people used some words far too much. love, hate, beautiful, ugly. they just threw them out there without a second thought, not regarding how strong the words really were. however, there was nothing really that ash personally could do about it, so she just attempted to ignore it. she had kicked off her purple heels and they were now laying on the grass beside the car, and one long leg was crossed over the other, and her arms were crossed behind her head, and she was thinking, enjoying the cool silence as long as it lasted.
because for whatever reason, silence never lasted long around ash.
it was mostly alexander's fault though. well, according to aislin, anyway. she blamed him for pretty much everything that ever went wrong. but she felt he deserved it anyway. so she didn't really see any point in worrying about it. he was the source of the majority of stress that went on her life, he was annoying and obnoxious and she could not stand him one little bit, the fact that they had grown up together was enough but now even at college, he might even be worse. and her parents had the audacity to find it amusing. amusing! honestly! it was not amusing at all, it was horrible. she frowned just thinking about it, and shook her head, trying to get his image out of her head. even when he wasn't anywhere around, he still managed to ruin her peaceful moments, she had no idea how he managed to do that.
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Post by ALEXANDER O'CONNOR on Jul 25, 2011 12:48:16 GMT -5
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[/div] i'm a loser baby, alexander wasn't a stalker. stalker was a negative word. follower on the other hand, that wasn't nearly as negative. semi-negative, semi-positive. so minor win-win for the proud irish. a small smirk appeared on his lips as he parked his car a fair distance from aislin's car. he wouldn't want to seem suspicious. but she wouldn't be glad to see him here. alexander wasn't do this to upset anyone... or was he? well, aislin was a fun victim. she had a way of getting seriously pissed at him. and that was weird because aislin and alexander had grown up together back in dublin. and since then alexander had developed a small crush on her. and instead of telling her, (which would end in total disaster) he liked to annoy her. but only to the point where she actually started yelling at him. somewhere deep down, alexander was sure that she felt something for him. aislin kind of had an iron heart when it came to feelings, so it had to be deep down. as far down so you couldn't find it. so it seemed.
alexander was actually a really good guy, but it just seemed like aislin had judged him beforehand. he wasn't exactly the same kid as he was when he grew up. alexander had opened his eyes and found out that he couldn't be a disgusting pig all his life. especially not if he wanted kids so badly. so when he started in high school, he left his nasty habits and started being a nice, more cultivated kid. and that was in high school he got his eyes up for the thing called "working out". and that had helped him. today he was fairly attractive. at least his ex girlfriend had told him. she had only been a distraction, because of the fact that he wasn't and couldn't date aislin. alexander now was addicted to working out at least once a day. and that was indeed the reason why he had sport as his major.
after a few minutes, just leaning against his car he decided to slowly and silently walk up to where she was. hopefully she wouldn't notice him until the perfect moment where he would announce his arrival. after twenty seconds he sat on a bench right next to where she was laying. and took a deep breath. it was loud enough for her to hear, but now he didn't mind anymore. "who's that pretty lass lying there?" he teased with his irish accent and looked at her with a big smile. "it's aislin duffy! hello gorgeous!" he greeted and leaned back on the bench with a big, satisfied smile on his lips. [/center][/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table] THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY WILMETTA OF CAUTION. [/center] |
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Post by AISLIN DUFFY on Jul 25, 2011 21:38:09 GMT -5
EVERYBODY'S GOT ONE, NAME YOUR PROBLEM, WHAT'S IT GONNA BE TODAY? aislin's eyes were closed and she was blocking out everything, trying to get the unpleasant thought of alexander out of her mind, when his dreaded voice entered her thoughts, and her eyes opened wide, and then her head turned slowly towards the direction of the voice, and sure enough, it was alexander o'connor, the source of her nightmares. her frown deepened and she sat up on the car, turning to the side that she was facing him, shooting him a death glare. "well, if it isn't alexander o'connor," she hissed back, her accent just as strong as his.
"been following, and on top of that, watching me this entire time, have you, you overgrown creep?" she asked, hopping off of her car and bending down to pick up her shoes and then tossed them into the open window of her car, glancing back and seeing that his car was not far behind. and how could she have missed that? she narrowed her eyes as she leaned against her car, glaring at him. however, her eyes soon began wandering and she noticed how ripped he looked under his shirt and her cheeks flushed slightly, and her eyes shot back up to his face. she soon pushed herself off of the car, walking towards him and then leaning across the bench, her eyes almost slits. "oh, you really think this is funny, don't you?" she questioned, leaning in close to his face.
"my sanity is just a big joke to you." she continued, "and i don't particularly appreciate it." she tilted her head to the side and raised her eyebrows, ignoring the lack of space between their faces for once in her life. most of the time she'd be backing off by now, but she was not quite done yet. "so tell me, o'connor, are you a masochist, or just stupid?" she hissed, finally leaning back, away from his face, and crossing her arms tightly against her chest. she didn't know quite what it was that he did that made her so angry, but whatever it was, he was incredibly good at it, impossibly good at it, almost.
it drove her insane; not only that he did it but that he also did it as much as he possibly could. and on top of that, he had the indecency to be so bloody sexy, which also seemed to throw her off her game so much more than anything. see, she didn't have this problem when she was five, all she saw when she was five was a kid who picked his nose and threw mud at her, and now those stupid homones were kicking in. she'd first noticed his attractiveness when she was about fourteen, and it had only went on a downward spiral after that, and it made her hate him just that much more.
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Post by ALEXANDER O'CONNOR on Jul 26, 2011 5:05:55 GMT -5
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[/div] i'm a loser baby, irish accents. oh how he adored her irish accent. it was inly because he was a slight patriot and would do anything for his country. but he would gladly admit that part of the reason why he had a crush on her was because of her thick accent. it could seem as a small thing, but for alexander it meant a lot. it was good to know that after almost four years away from ireland made you lose your accent. as she said his name, he beamed at her. only to make it certain that it was indeed him. like anyone would have doubted. alexander was pretty easy to recognize, because of his loud and kind of annoying personality.
"to my defense, i haven't been here more than a minute, ais. and i'm not an overgrown creep, even though i love it when you call me names like that. makes me feel so special, love." he said with a wink to her. she was standing all close to him and soon he felt her eyes wander down over his chest, but he remained cool, calm and collected. what else could he do? he couldn't allow himself to let aislin know that he knew what she was doing. she had just checked him out though and he found that to be rather touching. a bit hilarious too, because even she hated his guts, she still found the time and courage to check him out. girls could indeed be mysteries, but that thought was only inside his head.
he then noticed how close she was to his face. alexander figured he could take advantages of this situation, but decided not. why jump the gun? aislin would just hate him even more than she did already, so instead of doing what he first thought about doing, he patted her head with a big smile. "out of those two splendid choices, i will have to go with stupid. masochist is inevitable something bad. but you can be stupid in a cute way, and that is indeed what i am for. and don't deny if, duffy. you obviously think i'm attractive. or why would you check me out like that?"alexander said with a big smile.
alexander could feel she was a little less concentrated than usual. normally she would bug him to the point where there really wasn't any stop to it. he never got annoyed, alexander was certain that she did this because she secretly was in love with him. he looked out on the view. a smile crept across his lips. "where are we going from here, then?" he asked and knew it would annoy her.
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Post by AISLIN DUFFY on Jul 26, 2011 12:24:43 GMT -5
EVERYBODY'S GOT ONE, NAME YOUR PROBLEM, WHAT'S IT GONNA BE TODAY? aislin only deepened her scowl when alexander beamed at her. he thought he was so funny, so smart, and all he was was a grade a moron. a hot grade a moron, but that was what he was. he was the most obnoxious, annoying man who had ever lived and yet he somehow seemed to take great pride in that, unfortunately for her. sure, ash was all for being true to who you are, but if who you were was alexander o'connor, that was where she drew the line, and you needed to change or she might just throw you off a cliff.
she narrowed her eyes into even narrower slits as he winked at her, and she felt an urge to slap him across his annoyingly attractive face, but she felt like that would give him an edge over her and so she managed somehow to control said urge, instead, digging her fingernails into her palms until they almost started bleeding. she could not, however, control herself when he reached up and patted her head. then she reached up and grabbed it, probably clawing him with her long fingernails in the process though she couldn't say she really cared if she did or not, and threw it on the bench forcefully. "don't. touch me." she growled. as always, he was probably unlikely to take this to heart, but at least she was trying to get the message across.
she only got madder when she found that he had noticed her checking him out, but for once, she didn't let it show. she didn't know what to do with him. she was pretty much desperate to get him to leave her alone. so she decided, it couldn't hurt to give him what he was implying, just this one time, could it? and thus, she sighed dramatically and let herself fall into his lap, wrapping one arm around his neck, the other she used to draw circles on his chest with one finger.
"aye, that's it. all these years, i never hated you, i just wanted you to notice me, because i'm a poor, lonely girl and all i ever wanted was, dare i say it, your love," she couldn't help her voice from going flat there, back to the original tone she usually had with him, and then she took her finger off his chest and entertwined her hands behind his neck until he asked where they were going, to which she had to force herself from rolling her eyes again. "oh, wherever you want to go, princey," she said, fluttering her eyelashes ridiculously and tapping him on the nose with one finger, and then putting it back behind his neck, really hoping he was getting that she was being sarcastic.
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Post by ALEXANDER O'CONNOR on Jul 26, 2011 17:12:59 GMT -5
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[/div] i'm a loser baby, all she could do was to yell at him and scowl. it was starting to get a little bit boring, but alexander wasn't one to complain. he still enjoyed bugging her. and her reaction was always quite fun. then all of a sudden he felt her grabbing his hand and slammed it down on the bench. rather hard. he then looked at his red, rather sore hand. "fine. i won't touch you. but i'm not going anywhere. in case you haven't noticed, my goal in life to constantly bug you." he said with a small laugh. it was true. that and to become a father.
then he felt her sitting down on his lap and quite honestly she acted all very weird. he was having a good laugh at it. because there was no way aislin would go from being a bitch to be this just seconds after. he wouldn't admit it, but the fact that she was on his lap, turned him on a little bit. but nothing noticeable.
or nothing she would feel anyway. alexander thought this was indeed sneaky of her and contemplated to play with this. but only a food would fall for this. alexander was an idiot but he wasn't stupid enough to fall for her dirty tricks. alexander still laughed at her, because he had to admit that all she said did sound rather convincing. if it had been anyone but aislin duffy saying this.
"quit the act, kitty cat. you are just overdoing it now. and it's not very sexy." he said with a smirk, but not telling her to move from his lap. alexander knew that the nickname, kitty cat, would annoy her a lot. when he first was introduced to her, her mother had said her full name; aislin catrina duffy. and catrina was indeed a name that called for a makeover. a mean makeover. and alexander aged seven had found it hilarious to call her kitty cat. and now it just kinda stuck. but it was only now he remembered it. [/center][/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table] THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY WILMETTA OF CAUTION. [/center] |
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Post by AISLIN DUFFY on Jul 26, 2011 18:57:58 GMT -5
EVERYBODY'S GOT ONE, NAME YOUR PROBLEM, WHAT'S IT GONNA BE TODAY? "oh, believe me," aislin growled as he admitted his life goal, "I've noticed." she rolled her eyes again; something she found herself doing a quite lot of the time around o'connor. she couldn't help it though, it was pretty much habitual by now. he was so annoying, honestly, he was awful to her, and she couldn't stand him. she never understood why he wouldn't just leave her alone already, which was why she had just automatically assumed he was some sort of masochistic, seeing as her first response was to either insult him or physically assault him in some way. maybe he was just sadistic, though. aislin would not be surprised at all if this were to be discovered at some point.
aislin would have cut it out; however, when he called her kitty cat, she automatically stiffened, and her eyes flashed with sudden rage. oh, how she hated that stupid, idiotic nickname. what kind of absolute moron nicknamed someone after their middle name. and a perfectly fine middle name, at that, and who fricking called anyone kitty cat? "quit what act, allie boo?" she asked innocently, her eyes wide with stupidity fake confusion. she swung one leg over so that she was practically straddling him, and then she leaned in and purred like a real cat. "sexy?" she asked in a low voice, tilting her head to the side.
he was laughing, and she couldn't quite decide if that was a bad thing or a bad thing. nothing seemed to phase him, so she figured she'd just try to get to him through a way she'd always hoped she'd never have to resort to. it was a wild plan, but she'd always wondered how it would work, and she figured she would go for it before she just went completely insane and murdered him. and she knew she really was overdoing it, but this was payback, and you couldn't really overdo payback, in aislin's opinion. "and what does our princey consider sexy, hmmm?" she asked, running a hand slowly through alexander's soft blond hair.
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Post by ALEXANDER O'CONNOR on Jul 27, 2011 2:57:03 GMT -5
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[/div] i'm a loser baby, alexander knew that the nickname "kitty cat" would make her go crazy, so the moment he called her that, he kinda expected her to jump at his throat. but she still remained the same. he did however see her eyes raging with what looked like fire. soon enough he forgot all about it, because then she was straddling him. as she sat there, he placed his hands on her hips. and decided to go along with this. he wasn't the only one to play along though. the smaller version of himself obviously felt a need to get up and looking what was happening. oh, that damn testosterone! if only he could control it, he would. but it wasn't something that aislin would feel yet, but alexander started to feel a little uncomfortable. of course he didn't made that clear in any way to aislin. this was indeed one of alexander's bigger problems. he would always wake up with a boner and it didn't took as much to get him turned on. if aislin knew this, she would only use this as something to tease him with. and he didn't wanted that. it was in fact when she purred in his ear, he felt it rise just a tad bit more. still not enough for her to feel it through his pants, but he was starting to feel slightly uncomfortable.
then he felt her extremely soft hand in his hair and a satisfied, yet goofy smile appeared on his lips. she then asked what he considered sexy. he could go with the unsafe choice and say "you," but he was clever enough to know that if he said it she would continue with this. and besides, it was what she wanted to hear. so he took advantage of the situation and used a few minutes where she was nuzzling his hair to think. then alexander remembered. he had heard someone talking about a toga party. and a toga could be extremely sex. he had a crazy idea that aislin would look smoking in a toga. "togas.." he just said out of the blue and actually looked quite bewildered as he did so. then he figured he should expand a little bit. "someone is throwing a toga party tonight. what do you say, kitten? he asked her, still feeling what happened in the lower regions. alexander resisted the urge to kiss her, but seeing as he was still incredibly turned on by all this, it was hard for him. he had always had an idea of what it would be like to have sex with her, but after this, what seemed like foreplay, he wanted it so much more now. still, he didn't show it to her. "you want to go with me?" alexander asked with a genuine smile and knew he would be surprised if she said yes. in the good way, but also in the a weird way, because if she said yes, something was up. sort of like now. [/center][/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table] THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY WILMETTA OF CAUTION. [/center] |
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Post by AISLIN DUFFY on Jul 27, 2011 12:05:18 GMT -5
EVERYBODY'S GOT ONE, NAME YOUR PROBLEM, WHAT'S IT GONNA BE TODAY? she almost bit him when he put his hands on her hips, but she was slightly afraid he'd just like that, so she didn't say anything, but her teeth gritted slightly all the same. and for a little while, she thought she had finally won out over him because he was finally completely silent and he had this huge, idiotic grin on his face, and he looked like even more of a moron than usual. she really wanted to roll her eyes and smack him, but at least he was being quiet for once, and his hair was actually really quite nice, even though otherwise she was very uncomfortable on his lap and really just wanted to jump up and run away. but that would just mean he won. again.
and then came his response to her question, which made her stop and put her hand on his shoulder instead as her eyes narrowed in confusion and she grimaced as he looked just as confused about it. and then he elaborated, and she froze on his lap, her eyes burning with slow hatred. slowly her hand went from his shoulder to his neck which was soon joined by her other hand and then she shook his head with her fingers around his throat, not really squeezing but still shaking. she could not begin to comprehend how this had happened. she'd finally thought she'd gotten him, for once in her life, she'd gotten him, but no, even now, he managed to drive her completely mad.
"kitten is not my name." she began in a quiet hiss, and got louder as she continued. "kitty cat is not my name. cat isn't, either. oh, you're the most difficult- i don't even- i can't believe- and togas! argh, togas!- how do you even- with the hair! your hair! i touched you willingly and i didn't even throw up!- you're so!- i just!- ...oh, i hate you so much, alexander o'connor!" she finished in a hoarse yell, taking her hands off his throat and smacking him on the top of the head. and then she grabbed his hands and took them off her hips and jumped off of him, fuming, and stormed back over to her car. "oh, and in case you didn't quite get that, THAT'S A NO." she roared, because she knew if she didn't specify, he'd never leave her alone. well, he'd never leave her alone more than usual.
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Post by ALEXANDER O'CONNOR on Jul 27, 2011 16:48:49 GMT -5
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[/div] i'm a loser baby, when it all came down to it, aislin wasn't too good with word. she was excellent with her hands, in the sense of hitting and smacking him. and alexander was certain that she had given him several bruises over the years they had known each other. not that he really cared or it mattered, because he did so much sports and would get both sore and several bruises. what she did was only to add a few more in his big collection. alexander had a principle though; no matter how much a girl would hit you, he would never hit back. he despised any man who would ever hit a woman. it was sinking so low that you possibly and it solved nothing at all.
then he felt her hands around his neck. was she seriously trying to strangle him? alexander was certain that she was only threatening him. aislin wouldn't want to live her life with a death person on her conscience. then it hit him and it made him chuckle a little even though she was trying to strangle him. maybe aislin was the murderer? and maybe wasn't alexander the only she had tried to kill in vain. when she started talking, he felt her hands grip around his neck tighten and she hissed. alexander wasn't afraid yet. he knew that she wouldn't complete this. he just looked at her when she spoke and after that she left his lap and alexander rolled his neck to regain some of the air he had lost. he had no idea how red and beat up he was. he just really wanted to know what the reason was to her immense hate for him. for a minute or two he just sat at the bench, not really knowing what to say. alexander couldn't just go over there and tell her that the reason why he was such an idiot towards her was because he was in love with her. she would take that the wrong way for sure.
alexander walked over to her, keeping a safe distance. then he took a deep breath and stretched his neck. "i'm sorry aislin. there is actually a reason to this madness, if you have any interest in hearing it.." he doubted that she was interested, but why not just try? the worst thing she could do was to storm off and she had done that several times before. it wasn't anything new. alexander looked for her eyes and wanted to create some sort of eye contact, just to make sure to her that he wasn't messing around. not about his feelings for her. [/center][/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table] THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY WILMETTA OF CAUTION. [/center] |
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Post by AISLIN DUFFY on Jul 29, 2011 18:19:54 GMT -5
EVERYBODY'S GOT ONE, NAME YOUR PROBLEM, WHAT'S IT GONNA BE TODAY? though killing alexander was a very, very tempting idea, aislin was pretty sure there would be a lot of consequences, and she wasn't sure that jail would look very good on her resume. apparently, he was unafraid of her ability to murder him, though probably not for the reasons he had in mind. he actually chuckled even though she had her fingers wrapped around his throat, and she rolled her eyes yet again as she let him free. he was absolutely impossible. impossible to phase. impossible to run away from. it was like he was a robot and his sole mission was to make her life as miserable as he possibly could. and unfortunately for aislin, he excelled at it.
she narrowed her eyes suspiciously as he told her he had a good reason for his obnoxiousness, and she wasn't really sure how she should reply. aislin was the sort of girl who liked to think things over for an extended amount of time before she answered them. she liked to have her options open. the downside to this was that by the time she had decided whether or not she wanted something, that something's offer had closed a long time ago. so she stood there staring at alexander, her eyes narrowed and her hand stayed on her car door handle as she weighed her options. "and is it safe to assume that said reason is a good reason, or is it just something stupid as usual? because really, i like to know whether or not my time is being wasted," she told him with a frown.
"oh, and while we're at it, why don't you give me one good reason that I should believe whatever you have to say anyway!" she said, her eyes growing comically wide this time in a mocking sort of way. "seeing as, you know, I can't really think of a good reason myself." she threw her free hand into the air and yanking her car door open with the other, not jumping in right away but instead leaning across her car in his direction, her eyebrows raised high in ready expectation. she still didn't know quite what this could be whatsoever, and she hadn't decided if it was worth letting him speak about, either. his voice did seem to get on her nerves very quickly. it was probably because she heard it so often, it just got really annoying really fast.
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