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Post by Blair Fox on Feb 22, 2015 14:24:54 GMT
Oh, Blair had forgotten the joy of seventeen year olds. Sure, maybe they were only three years younger than he was now, but it seemed like, most of the time, they'd never experienced half of the things they should. They weren't yet cursed with heartbreak and, even if they were, they were still willing to believe in love, or new beginnings, or whatever else they believed that allowed them to keep on rampantly fucking each other in the name of true love... Not that Blair was any better than that now. Even if they'd sworn off love, which he occasionally found some had, they were still fresh enough to not register common pick ups, like clothing them in a scarf. That's what Blair was telling himself, anyway, because this wasn't a thing. It was a fling, a short one, and the name Calum Mane would be wiped from his memory almost as quickly as the real reason he was in One - which was what, exactly? Work, maybe? The boy was messing with his head again.
Whatabastard.
"If you're going to be like that, I could always take it back?" he then offered, words slipping off his tongue before he really even thought about them, lips pulled into a small smirk, as if he already knew the answer to that question, because he totally did. The kid was falling for him, it was obvious from the way he could feel his pressure against his hands, the boy leaning close enough that he could smell the mess of cologne, deodorant and body spray he'd clearly coated himself in that morning. At first, it'd almost seemed like Calum was going to the the type that could ever love indie girls that played the ukulele and worked in a book/coffee shop (much like they one they were still stood outside), but Blair had always been the type that could make the straight guys gay for the weekend. And Calum was just a weekend, right? Hell, he was easy enough to be one. He could wash Calum's smell out of him by morning, he could make back the money he'd spent on dinner in less than an hour if he tried, he could shake Calum Mane out of his system. And yet, he wasn't entirely sure if he wanted to.
Was it possible that, heaven forbid, Blair actually felt something for someone? Impossible.
Still, Blair could pretend, right? He could pretend he felt nothing. Well, he could pretend he felt something until tomorrow morning, and then he could disappear, and he could pretend to forget. What was he saying? There was no pretending to forget. He'd just forget. Simple - and yet he could still feel the boy tugging on his heart strings, hypnotizing his head with his words, contorting everything Blair had ever believed in until-
He lifted his fingers off the boy, readjusting his own jacket before taking a step back and heading towards the door of the restaurant they were stood near, delicate fingers clasping around the handle as he turned back to look at the blonde haired beauty, grin widening into a full smile as he raised a dark eyebrow slowly, slowly pulling the door open as he asked, "you coming then? Or do I literally have to carry you to warmth?" It was a joking question, but that didn't mean Blair wouldn't willingly do it if he had to. He was definitely strong enough, and the boy? Well, he was definitely worth the effort.
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Post by Blair Fox on Nov 22, 2014 20:07:08 GMT
Was this guy serious? Blair couldn’t tell. He just seemed to be perpetually unsure of everything, spending half his time acting completely confident, only to spend the other half acting almost shy, like he was verging on intimidated by Blair. It was kind of funny, really. If anything, the guy just seemed to scream ‘confused teenager’, and Blair would only kick himself if he didn’t take advantage of that… Even if he did feel bad about it at the end. Besides, if he did feel bad, then he’d clearly done something wrong. Love them and leave them, right? Feelings didn’t have to be involved.
Unless they were already.
But they couldn’t be, right? Calum was a fling at best, nothing more and nothing less. Even envisioning a proper relationship was an idea bound for disaster, the concept of Blair committing to anything more than plans for the next week about as impossible as him shaving all his hair off, even if it was for a good cause, like charity. And yet here the suave seventeen year old was, on the verge of making Blair go back on everything he’d ever believed in just because he was a sucker for the kind of guy that looked like he’d just been pulled out of a romantic comedy film about an indie musician and an uptight event planner in New York. An indie musician with a lot of balls, admittedly. What other type of guy would ask a guy to take him out for food, for no reason?
“And why would I take you out to dinner?” he raised a curious eyebrow at Calum, still smiling at the guy as if he knew more than Calum did. It was like he had the secret to world domination, and Calum was the poor superhero with the job of stopping Blair from doing it. His gaze flickered to brush over the boy then, lips twisting into a pout as he observed the guy’s slight shiver, taking him all of two seconds to realise he was colder than he originally let on. He was cold, strange, Blair would’ve thought the guy was so hot that he actually just generated heat – wait – what was he saying? He wasn’t that desperate. Right?
“Just for the record, I’m only to doing this to save you from accidentally developing frost bite – you can’t play guitar if you don’t have any fingers.” He smiled again, lifting his hands out of his pockets for the first time since they’d met, only to slip his scarf off from around his neck, cocking his head to the side slightly as he bit his lip, clearly thinking about something before finally deciding to fuck it, and lifting the scarf to Calum’s neck. He wrapped the flimsy material around it gently, cold fingers brushing gently against the pale skin of his neck, suddenly pausing as he realised there was a chance he was being inappropriate.
Oh well. Calum wouldn’t mind… Probably. His fingers rested on the scarf, and he drummed his finger against the wool before finally adding:
“That’ll do for now, I think. Here’s the deal, you don’t freeze to death before we get there, and I’ll buy you whatever you want, okay?”
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Post by Blair Fox on Nov 18, 2014 0:19:03 GMT
"Adventure is one word for it," Blair replied smoothly, sly grin slipping onto his face as he walked over to meet her nearer the water, honestly unable to keep his eyes from wandering for just a minute too long. He was gay, for fucks sake, and fairly secure in that knowledge ever since the incident with the male student teacher and the supply closet... But he wasn't supposed to talk about that. In his defense, it's not like he'd planned for it to happen. If he had, he'd have chosen a cupboard that didn't have CCTV installed. But that was besides the point, because Blair still knew how to appreciate a nice pair of boobs when he saw them. And damn, they were hard to miss.
His hand retreated from his slightly knotted hair, somehow still managing to look good, despite the fact there was an undeniable sense that the way he looked was very much effortless. Not in a way that he made it look easily, but that he literally put no effort in. At all. Blair was naturally just a pretty boy, and he didn't intend to ever even try to change. Why would you, when you looked like he did naturally? Instead, his hand slipped into the only back pocket of his swimming trunks, gaze finally pulling itself away from her cleavage to actually talk to her face instead, doing his best to ignore the tan, basically naked body in front of him.
After all, all her body really said was that she'd be good for a decent fuck, right?
"But seriously," he added, hint of a smile flickering at his lips again as he bit down on his tongue teasingly, "I guess I've just always loved exploring." There was a pause, and he took an extra effort to make it obvious he was looking her up and down, from the sunny, sand kissed feet to the golden, almost bronzing hair, the sun just about managing to bathe the pair of them in a warm light, the silent beach almost setting the perfect scene for what he was fairly sure would end up going down. If they were actually together, it may have actually been romantic... Hell, Blair could almost imagine himself bringing a boyfriend here one day, if he even managed to keep one long enough, that is.
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Post by Blair Fox on Nov 17, 2014 22:25:22 GMT
Babe. Blair was officially someone's babe. Weird. He'd never been someone's babe before. Sure, he'd been called a lot of things in the past, but most of them had been so vulgar that he'd not bothered to remember what they were, never mind actually repeating them. It was no lie that his past relationships had been hazardous at best, the fall out of the partnership only ending in one of them (never him) having some sort of breakdown, because for some reason Blair couldn't grasp the concept that not everything was an 'open relationship'. No, he'd never, ever, been someone's babe... Maybe he was over thinking this. After all, how many times had he called someone 'sweetie' without actually meaning it? His voice was usually dripped in sarcasm at the time, but that didn't change the fact that he still used the word, even if he left no feeling about it.
He should just calm down. There was no way he meant anything to the kid, and that was the way he liked it. He'd be a good fuck at best, and then Blair would move on, just like he always did. There was no way he was going to let Calum pluck his heart strings as easily as he plucked the guitar. No. He refused to form an attachment, that was too dangerous.
Stay distant. Stay safe.
"Blair Fox." The name slipped out of his mouth too easily, silver tongue quick to respond before he could even think about it, mouth still pulled into a charismatic smile as he took a few more steps towards the singer, gaze flickering up and down the guy quickly as he tried to get a gauge on him. He was a singer, that much was obvious - probably one of those types that was determined to be famous one day, even if the extent of the career was busking for tips and writing indie songs on their acoustic guitar. He knew the type well, from their sandy blonde hair and blue eyes to their rustic, old fashioned guitar that they seemed to carry with them like it was a life aid. Usually, they didn't mind being used - it always made for a good song about loving and leaving and, if Blair somehow turned into someone's muse, he wasn't about to complain.
"Yourself?" he added quickly, smile slowly turning to a cheeky smirk, "or, should I just buy an album and read it from that?"
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Post by Blair Fox on Nov 16, 2014 10:35:18 GMT
Four was hot and sunny, and Blair didn't know quite how he felt about that. He'd always been a natural winter kid but, then again, he'd spent most of his life inside, training, and so seeing the sun had never been a great priority. Still, there was no time like the present to make up for lost time, right? And so Blair had somehow ended up at the sunny beaches of Four, stripped of of his usual attire in favor of a bare chest and swimming trunks. His hair was a organised mess, almost like he'd only just gotten out of bed, and yet it seemed to work for him, somehow. He almost felt summery, like the whole 'dressing up in very little and parading around' was completely normal, which for some people here it definitely seemed like it was. Oh well. Blair always had the confidence to pull it off. He knew he was hot, and he loved every minute of it. He'd somehow managed to venture further than most people, his curious disposition leading him past rocky climbs and cliff faces in favor of seeing more the world, and apparently more of the women of Four. No. Seriously. No sooner as he turned the the next corner, he was faced with a very, very obvious view of golden woman. Her hair seemed to be brushed back in the wind, the way you'd expect a model's to do when they were presented with a wind machine, and yet it wasn't too much to make her look like she was about to be blown over. Also, she had massive tits, only emphasized by the fact she was now clutching them with her hands, still surprisingly confident considering she'd clearly been caught off guard. As his gaze settled over the scene in front of him, a smooth smile played over the corner of his mouth. He was going to enjoy this, he could already tell. "Neither was I," he responded smoothly, taking a few steps towards her as he ruffled his hand through his hair lazily, "most people don't come this far out but, then again, I don't imagine most people end up clutching their boobs," he observed, making sure to throw a lazy smile her way, that way she knew he was only joking. In truth, he wasn't actually all that bothered whether the girl was wearing a bikini top or not - it's not like he'd never seen a woman's body before. Sure, he was gay, but sex was still sex.
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Post by Blair Fox on Nov 16, 2014 2:22:23 GMT
One. It was, nice? Blair honestly wasn't sure how to describe it. He'd always been a traveler by choice, and One had always seemed like the type of place that was almost home, but not quite. It wasn't as nice as Two, and yet it wasn't anywhere near as run down and shabby as the likes of Twelve, which Blair still liked to pretend he'd never actually been to. It was disgusting at the best of times and, truth be told, he really disliked most places where it took more than wash to get the smell of look of soot out of his clothes. No, One was a lot nicer, and it was almost a relief to be able to go somewhere and not be on a 'business trip', if you could even call it that.
He'd been aimlessly wandering when he heard it - the sound of a voice accompanied by a smooth guitar enough to peak his attention for long enough for him to even bother trying to figure out what, or who, it was. Whether it was a who or a what, it was nice, and he'd be damned if he left without discovering it. Following the sound, he hovered a few feet away from the blonde, hands shoved deep into his pockets in an attempt to block out the bitter cold that threatened to grip Panem the closer to winter it got. Soon everything would be painted in a white snow, and Blair would finally get to break out his Christmas hot chocolate thermos without feeling like he was a little too excited, a little too early.
He was practically in his own winter wonderland when the melody stopped, and suddenly the cute blonde singer was talking to someone. Wait - was that him? Was he talking to him? Apparently so. Rude. It's not like Bliar was stood there to make conversation, he just wanted to listen. Oh well, he wasn't about to pass up the opportunity to talk to a handsome stranger, especially when he already knew they could play guitar. The guy practically screamed adorable, and Blair wasn't sure how he felt about that.
"Well, I was," Blair replied quickly, signature lazy smile framing his face as he bit hip lip, smile quickly turning to a cheeky grin as he added, "but then you stopped playing, and now I'm just stood here in almost silence; without music, me standing here watching you is just weird, don'tcha think?" Blair slowly rose one eyebrow at the guy, admittedly a little curious as to what the response would be. The guy had a killer charismatic smile, and now Blair really just wanted to know if he had a personality to match.
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Post by Blair Fox on Nov 15, 2014 22:31:08 GMT
Oh shit, he'd forgotten he'd actually have to introduce himself if he dared to speak to anyone. Oops. This could only end badly. It'd completely slipped his mind that giving his name away wasn't something he was actually supposed to do - not because he was on the wrong side of the law or anything. No, on the contrary, he was just too a little involved with the government. But, really, what could one innocent woman and a child do with his name? It's not like they were going to go home and google search him, was it? It'd be fine and, if it wasn't... Well, let's just say that Blair was the kind of person that genuinely enjoyed trying to solve problems (and, if it got really out of hand, he guessed he could just shoot them both in the head and call it a day).
"Fox, Blair Fox," he answered with a smile, not even flinching when she admitted that the kid was her son. Sure, she was young, but Blair had seen crazier things happen than this. Hell, to be completely honest, this barely even registered on Blair's scale of weird, even if he was still trying to figure out exactly how to 'child'. "He's cute, by the way," he added, "you can kind of see the family resemblance."
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Post by Blair Fox on Nov 9, 2014 15:12:03 GMT
Blair didn't visit Twelve very often. Sure, he was definitely the type to disappear for days on end, not telling anyone where he was going, only to come back three weeks later and tell everyone just how great his most recent adventure to Three had been, and how he wished they'd all been there with him, but Twelve had never been very high on the list of places he felt like he had to visit in order to feel content with life. No, the place was practically a dumpster to Blair. After all, it's not like the place had ever had the money to clean itself up, and Blair wasn't the type of person to spending his time slumming it when he knew there were much nicer places out there. Still, something had dragged him to the dirty coal District, and he was stood there, wondering exactly what he was meant to be do now when a small child ran up to him, waving excitedly.
Offering the small kid a lazy grin, he opened his mouth to say hi back when a woman, Blair assumed she was the kid's mother, ran over, admittedly looking a little flustered, quickly apologising for the kid. It was kind of cute, actually, and he wasn't about to give a random stranger shit just because their kid was doing exactly what kids do.
"It's fine, really," he replied, still smiling as he lifted his hand to wave at the child, not quite sure what to say now... He wasn't great with kids. "I'm guessing this is Flynn?" he continued, biting his lip as he gestured to the child now, "he's cute - very friendly."
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Post by Blair Fox on Nov 6, 2014 22:22:29 GMT
Name: Blair Fox Age: 20 Face Claim: Jack Falahee Original District: Two Occupation (over 18s only): N/A Capitol/District 13: District Thirteen Have you read and understood the rules of this board?: Ayee
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