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Post by Deleted on Mar 1, 2015 21:57:31 GMT
Tearing Love Apart Collecting Your Jar of Hearts Anthony wasn't the holiest saint on Earth. But he wasn't the devil that crawled the Earth not in the form of a snake but a human. However others might disagree. He was simply having fun, was that such a crime? Besides waltzing around and kissing other women that could be a lot more beautiful than the last was a lot more fun than sticking to one bland girl. Besides bringing agony, tears, and terror was much more fun. It's not like he was physically hurting anyone... just mentally and emotionally. But then again that was no where near as bad as cutting people up. The internal pain of regret, lost, and abandonment no where near matched to scars and wounds. However that was only the human's natural reaction to losing somebody they love dearly. It was just a fake state of the mind and heart to help comprehend the human to better understand what just happened. Thankfully he was intelligent enough to make sure he didn't feel pain.
The man had gone out on his daily jog just as he did every morning. He threw on his gym bag, took off his shirt and stuffed it in and went off. Trotting through the dirt pathway surrounded by trees, he moved with relative ease through the route. His trusty Blue Blood Bulldog jogged by his side, head held high and tail raised as it waved behind like a flag. His dog held the same regal and authoritative demeanor as it's owner did. Seemed that everybody had a bad habit of being another's influence, isn't that right? Same had happened with this man, why he was the asshole he was to this day.
Alpha had been brought outside with his owner for a quick run on the Trails. Just as he always was, he had this nasty look on his face that threatened to rip anybody to shreds if they dared touch him. Being tough and mean was a lot better than acting all sweet and weak. His father had taught him it and he would teach his children someday if he ever had any. It was highly unlikely but hey a dog can dream, right? His slender and yet muscular, elegant frame moved swiftly next to Anthony. Light blue eyes stared ahead for any sign of possible people that would most likely bother them. The female two-legs seemed to favor his owner for whatever reason.
Hopefully there were some women out here. He could use a good game of cat and mouse before getting his coffee and going to work. But he would not get his hopes too high, wishing for something that would never come wasn't his thing and he made sure of it. Dark brown gaze looked ahead, squinting his gaze against the bright sun. Beads of sweat trickled down his tanned skin, a hand reaching up to scratch his cheek that was getting irritated from his facial hair but hey he looked good so it didn't matter. Putting his arm back to his side, he continued running. Strong legs moved fast as he kept jogging, a small friendly smile lighting his features... of course it was fake though. Girls liked an approachable guy, after all. Being devious and deceitful was the key to not feeling guilty about tricking girls. More for his own benefit, he didn't give a shit about their feelings.
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Post by Dallas Ariana Petrov on Mar 2, 2015 0:16:37 GMT
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for @anthony notes: DALLAS ARIANA PETROV There were times in which she'd go about behaving as the average human, namely those times that she had off from her pleasant little establishment. She actually had several hobbies that she participated in regularly, besides reeking havoc. Somewhere in that empty soul of hers, she might have even been considered normal for such activities. Jogging of course would be her favorite. What better way to let off some steam than to take her faithful pups for a run?
It would become immediately known to anyone that crossed her that her body was her most prized possession. She cared for it similarly to that of some sort of parent, with about as much love as she could muster up out of her blackened heart. This would not be limited to her eating habits and pastimes. Aside from the occasional desert, this was a woman that just plain didn't like junk food. And boy did it show. In many aspects she was the 'perfect woman', that's to say, not including her hideous personality.
If her love for herself wasn't already shown by her arrogance, her choice of dress would certainly make it known. Not that she dressed provocatively per say.. that would just be obnoxious. To put it vaguely, she was more the type keep people wondering. And that she did, most of the time, except when exercising. She much preferred to flaunt her slender frame while she jogged, not for any purpose besides the fact that she could.
She found a few hours before she had to go into work because, lord knows those idiots couldn't manage the club on their own. Naturally she would spend her time away from dictating idiots to cater to herself, harnessing up her two dobermans and driving off to her favorite jogging trail. Upon reaching the dirt parking lot she climbed out and pulled her dark hair up into a ponytail, sparing several seconds to check in the mirror that it looked alright. Straightening, she then crossed her arms over herself and tugged off the t-shirt in which covered a simple sports bra. She couldn't be so normal as to not draw attention to herself.. that would just be unlike her. Accompanied only by short-shorts, the whole 'keeping people wondering' thing wasn't working too well. But with a stomach like hers, and her kind of legs, she would be stupid not to show them off.
After adjusting the two dogs leashes into one hand the woman began her run at the nearest trail, taking the opportunity to take in the shady near-silence of the woods. It was a stark contrast to the noisy club in which she found herself in, strangely she found herself enjoying it. The quiet left nothing more to think about than the quiet thudding of her athletic shoes against the dirt and the jingling of her lithe dogs harnesses as they trotted at her side.
Somehow she would manage to make the activity look easy, even after after a long whiles travel. For one, she was in killer shape, she made damn sure of it. The beads of sweat that threatened to form along her forehead were faint, her heartbeat steady. In fact she found the release of endorphin's to be relaxing, rather than some other peoples more destructive attempts at getting such a high, she preferred to do it the old fashioned way. In fact, one could say she almost looked.. blissful.
But that would be saying a lot, considering this was Dallas. She always had some sort of plot in her mind. Complex feelings didn't exist to her, only the more primal ones contentment, pleasure, anger. It showed as well. Her face was more or less expressionless with each footfall, finding no need or want to 'grace' others with the gift of her attention. That was until she turned onto a new trail and came across a fine specimen.
From her peripheral vision she assumed the man to be 'worthy' of her attention, if only just from his looks. She flicked her doe eyes over to investigate. Her heartbeat seemed to process it before her brain had, despite her physical exertion she soon found her pulse to be erratic. And then would come the physical attraction of course, faltering slightly in her rhythm in order to search the approaching mans shirtless form thoroughly. She would make no attempt to try and hide her stares, obviously she wasn't exactly the shy sort. It would certainly be different, to see a woman with such an innocent looking face, yet with less than innocent intentions written in those eyes of hers.
In all honesty she probably drew a fair amount of attention to herself, if not from her body than from the two slender beasts at her ankles (and if she didn't then shame on those men cause psh). It was quite the sight, and the intelligent person could probably garner a lot of information from such a display. Dobermans weren't exactly the fluffiest pet in the world. Like dog like owner, right? Speaking of which, it didn't take her long for her fingers to close against the leashes of her two animals, elevating the pressure on their harnesses ever so slightly in warning to stay in rhythm. The last thing she needed was them attacking a potential new 'meal', specially if he was some sort of 'nice' guy. The woman flashed him a friendly smile, if he knew what was good for him it would be enough to draw him over.. if not, she probably didn't have much use for him anyways.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 2, 2015 1:42:37 GMT
Tearing Love Apart Collecting Your Jar of Hearts Anthony could of been like every other human if it weren't for the fact that making others miserable was his job. Ah but the best part is that he knew the normal reactions of others to certain actions or objects of sorts. But then again knowing about human kind and using it to your advantage was the fun part, was it not? It gave him some sort of sick pleasure from it, knowledge was power but he just happened to have brawn too. It helped when he was fighting off men for one girl. Then again why does he do that? If he's just gonna lose them anyways, why do it? It's a silly thing to do, yes, but he needed to put all the other weaker competitors in their place. He was the top dog around here and he made sure to show others who was the boss. In his world of course. Controlling was only an emotional or physical state to be able to manipulate one's feelings and or be able to beat somebody's ass. (Kind of like Andrew and Emmett)
The man hardly noticed the boring burn of the woman's gaze that was staring at his muscled frame. Hopefully she didn't noticed the faded scar on his left tricep. Dark brown eyes stared ahead in a bored manner, legs working with ease as he kept his pace. Heavy puffs of air blew out his nose, chest heaving with a rhythm that matched his footsteps. He listened to the padding off his converses thumping against the dirt floor, followed by the slobbery sound of saliva smacking against his canine's muzzle. Honestly it was disgusting but he always brought a few tissues to wipe it off.
Alpha was the first to notice the three figures that was now jogging next to them. His head turned to look at the doberman figures that was being lead by a feminine human. His eyes narrowed suspiciously, before turning his thick and heavy skull to nip at his master's leg. "Hey, I found someone!" He seemed to yap to the now angry man. "Agh, goddammit what is it Alpha?!" He spat at the dog before looking to the trio next to them. An eyebrow almost immediately raised, seeing the big brown eyes that were trailing over his glistening body. She was beautiful, skinny and yet athletic, a slender bone structure, narrow shoulders and long legs. She could do nicely. He knew that he immediately wanted her, friendly or not. His gaze tried not to linger on her chest area even though he desperately wanted to stare, best to keep his act on. Why did women wear sport bras? Didn't that make them uncomfortable? Why wear a shirt everywhere if you were gonna take it off when you were gonna be dripping with sweat? Humans these days.
"Hello there." He greeted cheerfully, a smile widening across his features. Meanwhile the Brown merle canine at his feet was less friendly, glaring at the three people with a suspecting suspicion. Dogs always had something to do with their canines. Alpha knew his owner was bad and himself was aggressive, was that the same for everybody? Besides why have a dog if you couldn't make an emotional connection to them? A snort of disapproval blew through his black noise before staring ahead obediently, legs raising high now in an almost prissy jog.
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Post by Dallas Ariana Petrov on Mar 3, 2015 2:36:54 GMT
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for @anthony notes: DALLAS ARIANA PETROV Dallas was picky with her men, that's for sure. She was too much of a sophisticated whore for that kind of nonsense. Even her little play toys met a certain standard, at least. After all if she wasn't getting any personal gain from it, there wasn't much use. And it would appear, at first glances, that this one would suit her fancy.
Though, was she really going to cut into her 'Dallas' time in order to go after some strange but attractive man? Chances of this escapade actually working out in her favor were slim as it was. What were the chances? Not to mention she only had several hours of time to herself, upon checking the delicate watch on her wrist the woman threw the doubts away. Wouldn't hurt to try, right? She had to take a shower either way.. and she'd certainly done more in less.
Her eyes trailed across each of the mans well defined muscles as she ran, wanting to know as to what she had ideas of getting herself into. Even under closer observation she wouldn't be completely disappointed, tugging her gaze away to peer down at her tanned form and her two slender dogs. For the moment they seemed to be getting along, striding along in their huge gait. Nero seemed to be ignoring his older, more rambunctious companion, much to her satisfaction. It was much better than the alternative. By the time she glanced upwards again she'd realized the man had spoken, if only to insult the massive dog at his side, but she found herself naturally curious. Shortly after the brunette noticed he had caught sight of her and her dobermans. Showtime.
A smile danced at at her lips, naturally, wouldn't want him to think she was unfriendly. A demonic bitch maybe, but not particularly unfriendly, at least not to those she found interest in. She drew back ever so slightly to match the strangers pace now seeing as he acknowledged her presence, puffs of air escaping her with every other footfall. Still somehow managing to make everything look like a cake walk, she redirected her attention to the man at her side. The woman wasn't at all shocked to see that he had a face to match his well formed body, goosebumps rising along the soft skin of her upper arm.
"Hello, darling." She breathed out in her usual low purr, even so her features would remain relatively untouched aside from a slowly fading smile, wouldn't want him to think she had any ulterior motive (hah). A guy that 'nice' most likely had some form of girlfriend or wife, it was probably best if she played her cards carefully. She found her gaze trail to the dog at the mans side, smirking at his somewhat antisocial behavior. "Certainly didn't get his owners charm, eh?"
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