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Current Tene's being productive, happy and cute!
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8 yrs ago
Needa learn to take my mind off all the bad feelings, all the bad thoughts...Slowly slowly getting better.
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8 yrs ago
I don't feel so good Mr Stark - Mood
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8 yrs ago
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH -the voices in my head
8 yrs ago
Yay, it's birthday!....Now whut?
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He let himself be dragged by the man, merely rolling his eye exasperatedly at his 'eccentric' nature as if he was completely used to it. Smirking as he let the key be snatched away from him in private. He honestly didn't plan to stay all too long, maybe really check out the bar later, but not much more than that. For now, he would have to endure being clung to by and associated with a complete stranger. Well, not so much of a stranger if they were pretending to be serious about one another enough to share a room. And what a nice room it was as he stepped in after the man. A shame he didn't have more time to admire the cream colored room before he was falling backwards to the floor. Well, the ceiling was nice too.

As the man pounced on top of him, he couldn't help but grin and remark, "We haven't even broken in the bed yet." His eyes flashing dangerously as they met the man's, hunting at something deeper beneath his nonchalant nature. His shoulders slumped, but he rest of his body ever ready should the man try anything with him, "I could ask the same of you, love, but then we'd both have an answer for aren't we the same? After the string of murders going around, the police are desperate enough to arrest any man out on his own and I'd rather not to go through the hassle of being in custody or giving up my tourist privileges for a grimy old cell and mush for food. Honestly though, I wasn't the one who asked to hold hands first." He grinned up at the man, moving to sit up with no fear or worry.

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to shower and change and then check out the bar I was talking about for a good drink. Then I'll be gone before you know it and you can have the bed all to yourself, sound good?"
He glanced backwards, then felt his hand being grasped from afront. His first reaction was to pull away and finish whoever was bold enough with a knee jab, but the noise of the crowd reminded him to control his instincts. Plus, he was intrigued by the man's voice though he was hidden away by the sardine packed crowd. The officers pushed past them and he tightened his grip on the man and glanced nonchalantly at the officers, picking up his pace and following closer behind the man. Avoiding a snigger as the lead officer growled and led his men away. There really was no reason to continue on this facade, but he followed the man all the same. Better safe than sorry after all and he would only be safe when he was behind closed doors.

And a hotel wasn't exactly the most closeted of places but it would have to do. And he could get a better look at the man that had pulled him, able to study him for the first time. He wasn't..bad looking and from how he dressed, definitely not a prostitute then. Perhaps just another man trying to escape being arrested, the police were going crazy looking for the single male tourists after all, arresting anyone on sight. Understandable that anyone wanted to avoid the hassle. He turned, about to find a way out back and hop on the nearest plane out of here.

[i]"Yes, we'll keep an eye out for any single guests. Yes, officer..."[i] A voice caught his attention and he glanced at the hotel manager on the phone, standing not a few feet away. The chubby man looked back at him, phone still cradled in the folds of his double chin. He didn't break the he contact until he did and then satisfied, strode towards the man from earlier. Placing a hand on his shoulder, he leaned on the desk, "Did you get our room already?" He asked, glancing at the receptionist who fidgeted, uncomfortable under his gaze and had to just confirm, "Ah, one room sir?"

Chared leaned over, his gaze intensifying as he looked the man in the eye and growled, "Was he wrong the first time?" The receptionist raised an eyebrow, hiding behind his clipboard, but did not try to argue, turning to get their room key. Meanwhile, Chared rested his head on the man's shoulder and whispered in his ear, "Act natural, the staff are working under police instruction." He turned and smiled as the receptionist returned, taking the key card from him and requesting the bell boy. One arm slung around the man, he led him to the lift, "Come, we can check out the bar after our room." He purred in his ear as the receptionist stared wearily after them, wondering if he had really just assigned a one bedroom room to two men.
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A job done completely right always tended to end on a sour note. And if it ended any other way than fleeing the scene of the crime after the fifteenth time checking for any traces of his handiwork he might have left behind, dodging a couple of thorough guards, hiding in a small cramped space for an unconceivable amount of time and checking out of his hotel room,all not necessarily in that order, then Chared might have been worried As it was, nothing had gone terribly wrong and the little time he had to relax in Nicaragua was nice and the hispanic locals were friendly, but not overbearing, prefering to not ask questions where they knew they were not welcomed. He spoke the language decently anyway. Yes, it was very nice though he much less enjoyed having to lug around his luggage while dressed in the most grockle of shorts and the most nauseatingly bright of damned shirts. Well, blending in with the other greenhorned agog tourists was better than sticking out like a sore thumb among the more practically dressed locals. After all, he had endured worse to evade combat trained experienced body guards, the national police force wasn't about to be his undoing.

It was his own fault though, having lingered a little too long to gloat. Then having to climb through a freaking jammed window when the maid of all people to have access to a suite decided to come and 'clean up'. He swore her screams were still ringjng in his ears accompanied by the sounds of sirens and lots of shouting. In his haste, he checked out a little too early quickly. As if he hadn't had enough suspicion on him already. The whole force was now practically combing the entire island looking for the man who had booked and stayed in the single suite at the Tola hotel. Not very much information, but even having that information in the hands of the national guard unsettled him. It was all, incredibly sloppy of him.

Running a hand through his auburn hair, he had ditched the itchy wig, he sighed softly to himself. He was getting sloppy. Maybe he just needed to relax a little more and get back his groove. Unfortunately, it looked like vacationing in Nicaragua was out of the question as he moved along with the unsuspecting crowd. Clueless at least until the loud spanish shouts broke through the excitable bustle of the crowd, followed by english spoken warnings that quieted and parted them aside for the navy blue dressed police who very slowly made their way through. Stopping to check pockets of obvious tourists, requesting to see their hotel keys and bookings, dismissing the large families and honeymooning couples.

He wasn't about to wait around like a sitting duck, turning away and edging through the crowd away from all the commotion. Keeping his pace relaxed and his shoulders slumped and slack, pretending to be overly interested in one of the older buildings scattered around. Even when he was sure he could hesr a shout in his general direction, calling for him to stop in both spanish and english, he kept walking. Using the crowd and tricky corners to his advantage, though keeping the same relaxed step. Admitting anything would be suicide at this point. Even as they closed in on him, he kept his pace steady.
Hope you like the title :3
I'mma back and starving for some juicy little partners! Please come, I promise not to act too desperate and clingy nor set very high expectations....It's a great deal, as long as you follow the rules. Or else the wolves will eats you! Anyway, yeah...

1. Casual to advanced (min 3 paras if we're being lazy)
2. If you're gonna disappear, just inform me
3. I don't expect a reply every day, but if you're gone for more than a week^
4. Original ideas on your part. (Pwease! I thrive on the excitement of a plot!)
5. Decent grammar and spelling, PLEASE make it understandable. (But I'm no grammar nazi)
6. I'm alright with mature content (LIMITLESSSS!!)
7.i hope you can double, but if not that's fine.
8. I don't mind ooc, we're all friends right?
9. I can play any role, prefer sub, but I can be dom or switch
10. Please, no love at first sight, everything is always fine, happy sickly stuff makes my stomach churn in large doses

Ideas in general.
Demon/summoner
Captured Supernatural creatures
Mutants
Prince/Servant
Ghost/human
Assassins
Supernatural(any)/human
Harem type rps***

Already plotted plots :3 (A whole mess of my ideas and cravings in no order)















What I will never do in this lifetime:
Angel/anything ('angel'^ doesn't count :3)
Twilight or anything that sparkles in the sunlight
I'm pretty open otherwise.

Send in the corgies!
Um....move to france for a year?
Should I expect revenge over revenge?!
Well, I can't stay mad at people and overloading your app was revenge enough XD
啊,算了。好啊, 我原谅你, 但是如果你被我坏, 我就不会跟你讲话了。
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