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![[*]](./images/pretend/default_icon.gif) posted on 12-20-2007 at 02:21 AM |
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The Red Gallery
The Red Gallery is where you will find the photograph, the black and white film shining from the bright red walls and just beckoning you in for a
closer look.
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Magnolia
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| posted on 1-20-2008 at 07:42 AM |
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She had a thing for photography. Had dabbled in it for a while, but hey, a girl could not be perfect at everything. Photography and Spanish, the two
things Magnolia could say she had yet to master. But her lack of talent in creating perfection with a camera did not dim her appreciation of the art.
Especially the black and whites, strolling along that red corridor gazing at the artwork on the walls, suddenly itching for her own camera tucked
away in her bedroom. She had some beautiful perennials growing at the sorority house, knew they would make the perfect picture. Reaching up to touch
a frame on the wall, head tilted in thought as she gazed at it, ignoring the few people around.
I will serve you beneath your hellish
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JohnChristian
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| posted on 1-20-2008 at 07:53 AM |
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John Christian ambled down the corridor pausing occasionally to glance at a framed photgraph. Today was his one day of freedom. He wasn't working and
he had no classes. He was incredibly bored. This morning, he had been so bored he washed his laundry, dried his laundry, washed his laundry again,
played a match of "office chair and broom jousting" in the hallway with a guy who lived across from him, and checked his email about fifteen times.
After clicking the reload button for the last time, he decided he needed to get out.
He had been walking down the street looking for something mildly interesting to do when he noticed a sign out front of the art gallery. Apparently,
admission today was half price with a student I.D. He sort of liked art, he'd decided, so in he went.
And then he noticed something more beautiful to him than any of the pictures hanging on the walls. Magnolia, lost in her own little world, stood
staring at a black and white photograph, touching the frame. Honestly, she just had to touch everything she saw, didn't she? He chuckled
inwardly. He was lucky to know just what that touch felt like. He walked up behind her and pretended to be just as enthralled with the photo as she
was.
"Beautiful composition, intresting lighting angles, absolutely stunning! And the picture's pretty good, too." It was corny, but at least now she knew
he was there.
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Magnolia
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| posted on 1-20-2008 at 08:09 AM |
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Magnolia was rarely at home. Always busy with school or social activities, and when she had any free she was either at the plant lab. So it was an
odd thing for her to be out like this, alone, without a group of giggling girls or a hot guy on her arm. A rare quiet moment for her, one she needed
after having slaved over Spanish homework all morning. Her head nearly bursting before she realized she had to get out. The art gallery seemed just
the place to go, generally quiet with beautiful things to look at. Perfect.
So here she was in her own world when she suddenly smiled, not turning around as the voice spoke to her. Letting her head tilt a bit to gaze into the
photograph. “Hmm, I suppose you are right.” Backing up a step until her back was pressed against his chest, letting her head fall back
to rest against him, looking up at him from there, “I was afraid I scared you off, John Christian, yet here you are.” Her hand reaching
town to link their fingers as they stood there, giving him a soft smile.
I will serve you beneath your hellish
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JohnChristian
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| posted on 1-20-2008 at 08:20 AM |
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Here he was in a situation he had never dreamed of. Nolie was leaning against him, head resting on his shoulder, red hair tickling his cheek. She was
right. She almost had scared him off. He had just met her and suddenly, she was holding his hand in public. Very suddenly. That was the way
things always happened in his life, wasn't it? With a pang, he remembered the day his mother received her grim diagnosis. Yes, change was always
sudden...
Yet, that night, in his dorm room, he came to a decision. If Nolie was really interested in starting something and not just messing with his mind, he
would be willing to move as quickly or as slowly as she wanted. A chance like this was so rare to him, so what if his heart ended up broken? He could
handle that. What he couldn't handle was passing up this opportunity with Nolie and spending the rest of his life wondering what could have happened.
If his mother had taught him anything, it was to live his life before it was too late.
And standing there, looking down at Nolie was definitely living. He smiled. "Is this our first proper date, Nolie? You and me in an art gallery. I
have to say, I would've thought we'd be in a bowling alley."
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Magnolia
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| posted on 1-20-2008 at 08:33 AM |
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O yes, she always moved fast, that was one thing learned from her own mother. Not in any way the sweet kind woman John Christian’s mom had
been, oh no, not Mrs. Mansfield. Always after one man or another, her husband either completely clueless with his mind focused on his work, or simply
thankful he had such a hot wife and chooses to overlook such things. Magnolia always trying not to be her mother, yet never quiet succeeding
there. Not that she would end up with a husband nearly 40 years her senior one day. One could hope.
Perhaps one thing their mother’s had in common was the ‘never let an opportunity pass you by’ philosophy, the two of them not
thinking along the same lines, naturally. Magnolia was defiantly happy her nerd was being a good son and following dear mother’s advice. It
was going to work in her favor.
Looking up at him with a big smile she let out a soft laugh, “I believe it is, John Christian.” Turning in his arms, linking her hands
around his waist as she looked up at him, shaking her hair back from her face, “Why the bowling ally, do I seem more that type? You know, throw
balls around in such.”
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JohnChristian
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| posted on 1-20-2008 at 08:52 AM |
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John Christian laughed. His laughter was never quite as loud or raucuous as Nolie's but it reverberated through the stark corridor all the same.
"That's not exactly what I meant," he chuckled. "I usually keep first dates low-key. Never done anything as ritzy as an art gallery. But," he
interlocked his fingers behind her, pulling her even closer to him. "I must say, you make everything in this room look like a five-year old did it."
And, he added in his mind. if you wanna throw my balls around, you're completely welcome to do so.
She truly was sweet. Beautiful, but gracious. Smart, but dumb enough to like him. He secretly felt that way about all the women who ever dated him.
What on Earth did they see in him? And looking down at Nolie's smiling face, he had to fight the urge to ask her that very question.
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Magnolia
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| posted on 1-20-2008 at 07:37 PM |
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He pleased her very much. The way he interlocked their fingers behind him and pulled her even closer, made her smile widen even more. Oh yes, he was
defiantly hers, there was no question now. The triumph she felt would have been broken by extreme laughter if she knew what was going through his
head about her. Sweet? Gracious? Defiantly not words ever used to describe her. Bitchy and self-centered, now those she had been called
on many occasions. Apparently this guy saw something in her no one else did, not even herself.
Just as he did not see what a prize he was. And yes, Magnolia though in terms of prizes, and he was one to her. Letting her head fall just
a bit as she bit her lip over his last comment, “You defiantly have a way of making a girl go all weak, John Christian.” Their bodies
pressed together she had to tilt her head back to look at him, “I think you will like me weak in your arms . . . do you want to look around here
some more . . . “ Leaning up to whisper, her breath hot against his ear, “ . . . or find somewhere private.” She would have gone on
a bit about that, but remembered how she scared him off the other day, Magnolia had no intention of letting him get away from her today. Even if they
stayed in the art gallery and simply spent the day together on ‘a date’, but she was not going to let any opportunity pass her by to let
John Christian know just where this would eventually lead.
I will serve you beneath your hellish
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JohnChristian
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"Somewhere private? What did you have in mind?" John Christian grinned. He was freaked out as hell but there was no way he was going to run out again
today.
He dared to let one of his hands run through her long hair. It was soft and smelled of lilacs. Oh, he wanted to be even closer to her than he already
was, if that was possible, but he was so scared. Somehow he couldn't shake the feeling his heart was going to be broken by this red haired wench. And
at the same time, he didn't care...
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Magnolia
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Her heart skipped a beat. She stood there with her eyes wide from happy surprise at him. She truly had not expected him to go along with it so
quickly, had been fully prepared to bring out all her charms to get her way by slowly having to wear him down. Yet here he was ready and willing to .
. . have some private time with her. He was just full of surprises.
Giving him a soft little sigh as his hand ran through her hair, her heart speeding up as she looked into his eyes, “Yes, somewhere
private.” Where she did not know, only knew they had to get out of there because she was about to jump him. Rip his clothes off and take him
right up against that wall. Yeah. She had to slow down, she would scare him off again.
Their hands still linked she started to pull him after her, “My car is out front, you want to drive us someplace? We can just drive till we
find somewhere to be alone.” Maybe even her home, anywhere they could be alone. Would she scare him off if she jumped right into bed with him?
“Park maybe.” A safety net just in case she was freaking him out inside too much, “Or maybe my room.” Okay, so maybe she
wanted to jump him a little more than she cared if she freaked him out.
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JohnChristian
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He stumbled after her as she led him by the hand. She clearly wanted to be alone with him someplace. And he wanted to be alone with her very, very
much. The little voice in the back of his mind was telling him they were moving too fast and he was telling that little voice to...well...to "fuck
off", really.
"I...I don't really mind...wherever you wanna go." Hurry, though. You're making it really difficult to walk right now. Oh yes. He would
follow her wherever she led him.
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Ash
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| posted on 8-26-2008 at 11:30 PM |
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Ash had taken an investment to look at other art, trying to find inspiration for his next show which would most likely be in this gallery. He smiled
to himself, walking near the walls and examining each painting carefully. He got a few stares, ignoring most as he continued on, shoes scuffing
lightly on the floor.
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Dai
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With a rather innate silence, she skirted across the tiled floor, her heels clinking lightly as they made contact with the linoleum. Quickly she eyed
the pieces with a delayed satisfaction, her lips curling lightly as she paused for a moment, raising a single finger to press against her supple lip.
Her back arched as she looked upward, feet stretching to take in the photograph before her. It was beautiful, a work of art. The face of child was
captured before her, its smile was simple, reaching its dappled grey eyes that shone brightly under a Grecian sun. He wore a thatched hat, made of
straw, crudely contrasting with the happiness expressed on his face. It was rather awkward contrast, such a beautiful and serene country side and then
the smiling, lively face of such a poor child. White roofs shone in the distance, a testament to the lazy sea-side life such a child led. Quietly, she
reached out tracing the air of his smiling with a rather delayed sort of happiness.
She never actually laid her finger on the beautiful portrait; so much emotion was captured in that little boy’s eyes. She just watched silently,
quickly becoming aware of the man that stood nearby the same expression of awe on his face. Like all humans his smell was divine, although something
different was in his blood. Even from where she stood, her head cocked lightly to the side, black hair falling down her back in sheens of silver and
blues as the brilliant light hit it. Finally, she turned to look at him, taking in his rather obtuse appearance.
His thick set eyebrows bore sharply in contrast with his rather supple lips, and small darkened eyes that stared deeply into the photograph. He
raised his head lightly, his sharp nose catching the light and betraying a rather beautiful appearance even for a human. She approached him, her body
moving in sync with the quietly pulsing music. She seemed so utterly aware of his wonderful smell, however it remained entirely different from
anything she had ever smelled before, somehow remote, somehow… unexplainably different.
“Are you enjoying the artwork here tonight sir?” She asked quietly, smirking. Her lilting Asian accent pierced through the air, as high pitched as a
bell chiming. There was no smoky tone; no sensual overlay just a simple chiming voice that rang through the fashionable music. She had never been one
to be sensual, sure she enjoyed her jewelry, the finer things of life but since becoming undead she was less aware of sexual attraction humans might
have for her, and wished she could still share in that livelihood.
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Ash
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| posted on 8-29-2008 at 12:06 AM |
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He jumped slightly as he heard this light voice filtering into the gallery, directly next to him. His breath caught in his throat as he turned to the
fair skinned woman, beautiful dark eyes gazing up at him and her full lips in a slight smirk. She was truly beautiful, never having seen someone to
beautiful before, her skin just radiating and her eyes boring right into him. His neck craned slightly to stare down at her, corners of his mouth
turning up into a slight smile.
“Why, yes I am. I’m trying to get inspiration for my next show though it’s turning out to be quite the problem.” Lips twisting into a frown as he
looked back at the painting before him, trying to avert his eyes from her face, let alone her body. “I’m an artist, if you haven’t already guessed.
I’m planning to have a show soon; I would love it if you could come.” Though surprised didn’t lurk in his voice in lurked in mind, shaking his head
from the feeling that he was being a little bit over demanding but hey, a beautiful woman at one of his shows? What was the harm in that? If only he
knew.
“What about you? Enjoying the artwork?” He turned to look at her profile, her face, observing it. How he would love to photograph, or draw her
sometime. He would love to capture her maybe in the nude, just with her beautiful body and radiant skin. He turned back to the photo, trying to not to
appear as if he was watching her. He didn’t occasionally catch a glance at her from the corner of his eye but ignored it, moving to the next
photograph and observed it quietly.
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Dai
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| posted on 8-29-2008 at 12:47 AM |
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As quietly as possible, she followed him, side stepping as lightly as she could in her high stilettos. She landed on her left foot, her two sticking
pointedly towards the air as she settled to a basic standing position. She pushed her hands deeper into the pockets of her thick leather jacket. He
was an artist. Could that have been it, Dai inhaled sharply although the action was in the least bit not necessary. Could that be the reason for such
a strange scent, for such a desire? Desire to do what? Not sexual in the least, for her sexual appetite had long since died out it was rather, a lust
for his beauty. She felt some unquenchable lust to immortalize such a creature so like herself.
She eyed his dark face, crisp under the harsh light that hung low, under an ornate lampshade and filling the room with rather, inhuman light. “I also
would like to get some ideas from the show,” She said quietly. Her voice seemed somehow awkward in the quietness that preceded it. Another soft inhale
sent her to step backward, his aphrodisiac so close she could barely restrain from him.
Realizing he had invited her to another event she smiled carefully, revealing ebony teeth that contrasted sharply with her raven hair. “Of course, I
would love to come see your artwork.” She paused, pressing a manicured finger to her russet lips to turn and stare at him with a rather sultry
expression, a coy look entering her eyes.
“If you’ll come with me to the beach,” She said turning to stare enigmatically in his eyes. Some urge to know this human led her forward. He wasn’t
like any human she had ever smelt before, over the overwhelming urge to rip out his jugular a rather, primitive love for him had destroyed her mental
facilities, her vampiric instincts suddenly sharpened to the point where she was sure in his human eyes she had lost a bit of her sultry humanity.
Gracefully as she could, as her nerves seemed to stand on end, her body was beginning to curl, her hackles beginning to rise. But entire
intellectuality was not lost over this human, she managed to regain herself, and stand abstractly under one of the lights, her back arched slightly to
lean against the wall, a rather predatory smirk on her face as she smile at him.
“I’m Dai.” She smiled, quietly.
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Ash
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| posted on 8-29-2008 at 01:00 AM |
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He grinned, especially when she wanted him to come with her to the beach. Now? In the future? Anything would be fine with him if he could spend an
evening with a lady as beautiful as she was. “I would love to take you to the beach, if you do have a date that is. I do always hate being caught off
guard though I doubt someone like you would wait around for someone like me…” Voice had a slight play to it, eyes sparkling as he looked at her rather
dull ones, the life gone. Was she bored? She didn’t appear to be, smiling and talking with him, agreeing to come to his show and her asking him to the
beach. She smelled wonderful, he couldn’t help but step a bit closer, wanting to be near her and be close to her, smell that fragrance that lingered
around that body.
“I have to say you wear wonderful perfume-“ Cut off as she extended her hand after giving him her name, taking it in his own, and rather large one and
smiled. “Ashton, though I go by Ash.” Kissing the back of the hand with its soft skin, releasing it back into her custody and took a step back to keep
him stepping too close. “What do you do for a living, Dai? I mean, after all, I shared my wonderful profession with you. Wouldn’t you like to share
with a man like me?” Words edging on seductive even though he hadn’t meant it to come out that way, realizing he shouldn’t have sounded like that but
realizing he didn’t mind. He couldn’t change what he had just said, or change the tone now could he? Instead smirked at her as he leaned against the
wall, dress shirt stretching across his rather lanky but still lean body.
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Dai
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Of course he was good enough for someone like her, the urge she felt was silently pulling her towards the man, Dai felt as if her heart had been
chained to his, her bloodlust somehow immeasurable around this frail creature. Frail he was of course, to her alone. There was no sexual drive, no
orgasmic longing- well that was the difficult part. Dai had a challenge trying to wrap her mind around the concept, around the longing to drink the
man nearly dry to make him her childe.
“The beach is not nearly as beautiful during the day,” She muttered, watching carefully as he leaned against the blood colored walls his face full of
seduction. She effortlessly added the lilting smoky tone gently curling towards the man, raising her breathing as if she were a human slowly sinking
into their sexual demands. An act like this would have curled her skin in the day when she still had breath in her body, it would have left goose
bumps her lips gently poised for the smooth kiss, a stifled groan exhaled between ebony teeth.
But no longer, no she stood only inches from the man, her lips pressed slightly open, a hand poised along his hard chest as she leaned to whisper in
his ear, her breath soft and chilly on his ear. “It’s much more mysterious at night, the jagged rocks reaching towards somber, cold heavens.” Her
artistic tone meshed lightly with the rather apprehensive note in her voice. She could feel his tension, his concern and the growing sexual tension
between them. Yet somehow, it still meant nothing, it was just something she did to seduce him; nothing more.
Dai did not care for the human ways to reach an orgasmic climax, as a daeva she simply followed the tradition of seduction, lusting more after his
blood.
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She was truly beautiful, pulling him in closer and closer, her voices low and seductive and her eyes just pulling him into her, their faces inches
from one another. He almost had an uneasy feeling though he swiped it off, too consumed with her beauty and the way she moved. “That is true, I’ll
have to agree. I love going out to the beach at night and look at the moon and the stars. Don’t you?” Hand reaching out and gently cupping her face,
running the pad of his thumb over her cheekbone before pulling away and realizing what he had just done. He wanted to reach out though, just grab her
up and slam their lips together, the way her lips fell and parted, plump and absolutely asking to just be kissed.
But as she moved closer, as her hand found a home on her chest and her lips came to his ear he tried to hold down that certain excitement and lust
that was building in his chest and the pit of his stomach. “You sound like you know all about it, do you always lead willing men out to that spot and
then make passionate love to them? His cheeks burned, startled by his words and wondering where they were coming from. Maybe that perfume she was
wearing was screwing with him, making him want her in the most intimate way he could possibly have her. “But yes, we should go at night, admire
everything it has to offer don’t you think? And I’ve never been one to turn down an invitation from such a beautiful woman.
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Dai
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She wished he would not call her so as she had begun to abhor being told of her beauty, as if she was somehow unconscious of her plump lips and
thick, dark eyelashes that caressed to dark holes that bore into her deadened soul. It had become so monotonous to be called beautiful, a petty
comment for a man’s lust. She could feel him, his rapid beating art his rising temperature, the heat under his skin almost too hot to bare as she
gently slid her pale thigh between his legs, her free hand sliding to the wall which she pressed into rather violently.
She turned her head, only the slightest her black eyes flickering for a moment as Dai leaned in quietly for a subtle kiss, gently stroking his dark
lips with her tongue to open them. The hand so firmly pressed into his chest was raised, gripping tighter, fingers sliding into the skin as she pulled
away for a moment, echoing a soft moan that seemed to him-to rack her body with coarse shivers. The only satisfaction Dai received was the sigh Ash
returned, seemingly under her spell now.
His scent was now nearly unbearable; she leaned to gently caress his neck with the tip of her nose, inhaling as lightly as possible the aphrodisiac
that boiled through his veins. “Don’t speak,” She muttered finally, raising her head lightly, black sheets of hair falling behind her head as she
stared into his deep, crystalline eyes. “What night would you like to go Ashton?” She whispered, pulling lightly on his shirt with her pale hand,
lips curving into a sinister smile as she did so.
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| posted on 9-6-2008 at 02:34 AM |
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Soft, subtle moans as she slid her pale thigh between his legs, rubbing against him briefly before pulling back, lips pressing slightly to hers before
she pulled back again. Such a tease to him, both of them teaching each other with their hands and touches, wanting to just completely take her right
then and there but knowing too many people were watching them, watching the movements that they were making. He only breathed her in, grinning as she
asked what day he would like to go, and where. “How about two nights from now, the shore. I hope I’ll see you there.” Sliding his
card right into her pale palm, gently taking her off him and with one last sweeping kiss on her neck departed the gallery to return home to work.
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