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Post by Nixon Rider on Nov 20, 2014 18:46:31 GMT
The words felt shattering, and even then did all the color from his bright face fall into a dark complexion. It angered him, only barely, how this felt like a sacrifice. Though appearances had to be kept, and he gave her a light smile. Yet clearly fake nonetheless. A sense of vile mixture drifted within him as they danced along the floor. Slow in their step as not to hurt Jasmin, nor her-- identify in thought. He wondered if she felt the same way, the remorse, the heartbreak. And every time he spoke her name, had it faded into a low whisper. "You thought that was saving me? Jasmin you should have told me. I would have done something, I promise. Why didn't you trust me enough to help?" He didn't give a damn about her status or achievement. He wanted to focus on what happened, even when it was impressive. Nixon leaned up close, pulling her in for a small dive back. An old trick, though fashionable nonetheless. Hoping for a reaction. As despite the anger, he missed her even more.
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Post by Nixon Rider on Nov 20, 2014 2:42:45 GMT
"I did not know you changed your name." He spoke almost harshly, a vile bump in his throat as he watched her. He did not care for mindless chatter, especially among the younger girls next to Jasmin. His mind was on her, a sense of hurt in his eyes, betrayal. How she'd leave him with a notion of pregnancy, of all things. Then suddenly disappeared without a trace, and Nixon looked. He was ready to become a new man for her, to be by her sides always. And now they found each other, yet again, though surely he felt deep inside like she did not want to see him. Before they knew it she held her arms around them, initiating a light dance. Any man of the Capitol could notice she wasn't as light on her feet, nor born with lessons. Though nonetheless he hadn't minded, and learned on his own in the previous years. Both hands wrapped lightly over the waist, and sincere. His once dirty complexion, anew, and clean. He watched her, stepping to the right, and left, a curious dance, same as the others. His eyes flickered forward, her immediate notion surprising, yet irritating all the same. His attention practically drawn to her sweet lips, and yet he wished for more. As Jasmin without the complexion, without the pinned up hair or flushed cheeks, was all he had grown to love. "Don't start. " "Being with me was saving me Jasmin. You know I was willing to risk everything. Is this why you left? To be-- this way?"
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Post by Nixon Rider on Nov 20, 2014 1:37:39 GMT
It wasn't really his type of style, his get up-- his preference. If Nixon knew anything, this wasn't really his crowd either. Though appearances had to be made, and what the riders became, was a beacon of fear. Though no longer rebellious, no longer a gang that thrashed through the capitol with dignity and chaos. The riders were businessmen, and they owned. Once a traitor of the Capitol, a most-wanted man. Now with a clean slate, owning business and repeating sales. Surely things were different now, and even Nixon was a different man. Only previous was he vicious, stupid, and reckless. Still the same, though well-kept, and brought up to own as he was mean't to. He glanced around, no longer a person of the districts, but of the Capitol. Serving under their order, but of course with personal wage. He wore a suit, his old rusty jacket thrown out years ago. It was light, custom fit with white outlines strained along the lapel. Against the bitter black beneath it, everything was slimming, almost perfect. His hair now slicked back with a comb, the scruff on his chin still messy, yet razor cut designs edged into the sides. Clearly he looked like a man of power, holding a light scotch, tainted a midnight blue. He glanced around the crowd, a defining smile cut for the ladies. He greeted a few titles here and there, keeping up appearances. Surely Nixon was known as a powerful man, his hand over organized gangs. Though-- it only came to his attention, as he stood, bored. His attention suddenly caught, a slimming figure, her body, something he'd never forget. Her eyes, the lashes, cheekbones, the make-up.. That all felt so different, though her complexion was the same. The world around him shifted, vibrant blue eyes twisted in a dash of confusion. He remained still, clutching the drink. Unable to hold himself, unsure, what was she doing here? And how? He felt angry, confused, yet most of all unsure. A part of him wanted to believe it wasn't Jasmin. Though he knew her since child, and now ever since their parting, things were different, terribly different. He drifted forward, closer, and closer. Her features became more defined, until the man was practically next to her. Barely able to admit a response, or a practical greeting. He spoke, breathing barely, confronting his fears. "Bloody hell."
"It's you Jasmin."
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Post by Nixon Rider on Jul 25, 2014 5:33:39 GMT
For a moment, the rebel chuckled to himself. Still seated in the exact spot, knowing she'd miss by a long shot. It wasn't the first time she had thrown something at him, or had a some sort of delusion. The redness in her eyes seemed to indicate she might have not taken medication, either way, he got up. Skeptic glance in his eye, his tone playful in a joking manner.
"Your joking Jasmin, I can assure you being late wouldn't be the cause."
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Post by Nixon Rider on Jul 23, 2014 7:52:06 GMT
"And the reason would be?"
Nixon questioned her, glancing over with a skeptic look. He wondered why she was making such a fuss, and especially why her interests seemed to cultivate his death. Nonetheless, the rebel breathed in, and out. In all honesty, he ached to cause havoc and chaos, though due to his current responsibilities, keeping their shack together. Living with Jasmin, he had to step up to the plate.
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Post by Nixon Rider on Jul 6, 2014 6:33:02 GMT
This seemed like fun. x3 Lazy edit but-- my boys!
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Post by Nixon Rider on Jul 6, 2014 5:55:13 GMT
"And what war would be that. I heard they ended much long ago." Nixon proclaimed, as he did not know of the upcoming fight. Though while in addition, did the rebel ever think that there would be one. And it had been long since, Nixon truly ever gotten himself into trouble. The clique of his, the little gang, suspended. While his whereabouts remained unknown, clearly the man wasn't caught up.
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Post by Nixon Rider on Jul 5, 2014 7:12:39 GMT
"Runaway?"Nixon questioned the other, his gaze shifting as a brow furrowed in thought. At first he thought this to be a joke, a mere cliche lie from a movie. Though while he stared, truth came to reality. There had been no joking set to the stake, though while he continued to stare, did he see the hurt in her eyes. The cautious love and twisted hope. A long lost love, suddenly revived by means of her husbands death. For a moment, a single moment, Nixon questioned it. He questioned if what they had was true, if she truly loved him. Or was she relying on him? As a footing for her husbands tumble, rather-- was it she was telling the truth. Jasmin for sure hadn't been the most sane of folk, though to the rebel. It was important, she was important. Yet in all, while he loved her, he wasn't sure. To him, there had been to much time since he left, and a lot, can happen in even just a few days. The rebel raised a false grin, chuckling as he breathed in with a stubborn huff. "Jasmin, I only just arrived. What would we be running away from." He continued, his tone thick with question, fading away into sympathy. Hoping not to hurt her in any way. "I can assure you, I haven't forgotten about my feelings for you." Nixon halted, then continued. "I still love you, but I can't be to sure." "If you're the still Jasmin I fell in love with."
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Post by Nixon Rider on Jul 3, 2014 5:50:11 GMT
"Oh no Jasmin, no thank you. I'm not really prepared to get wet, whether it be on purpose or not."
Nixon chuckled, as he hadn't reached for her hand. He kept himself seated, on the edge of the river, staring at her with the shake of his head and a softened sigh. For a moment he turned away, glancing down the stream, both hands tied neatly in one lap.
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Post by Nixon Rider on Jul 2, 2014 6:23:31 GMT
Upon catching up, the rebel stopped. Only but about a couple meters from afar, did he stare. For a moment, he glanced around, looking at the surrounding area in memory. Though while he turned back, only to notice Jasmin. Simply ankles deep in cold water, seated on a rock. Did he seat himself on another, at the edge of the creek. "Quite odd isn't it." "How things have changed."
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Post by Nixon Rider on Jun 30, 2014 6:19:43 GMT
As she had sprinted off, did the rebel glance over. A light skip in his step, and he couldn't help but sigh. Yet again would she would have herself sent into a flurry of adventure. Wandering off to a place that simply called her name. Yet with such a calling, came competition. With that, the rebel trailed after her. Making a simple run, following her trace. "I haven't been here a day Jasmin." "And you want to go to the creek?" "Boy have I seen better days." Nixon croaked in amusement.
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Post by Nixon Rider on Jun 30, 2014 5:33:18 GMT
"Make up is the least of my worries." "I appreciate it, Jasmin."
Nixon nodded in hesitant appreciation. Their quick outburst starving the conversation into light agony. Though with such elegance, did the rebel keep stern. Arms placed gently at both of her sides. Keeping still, while he glanced down. Attempting to place another smile upfront. "I can;t say camo looks good on you." "Though you're beautiful as always."
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Post by Nixon Rider on Jun 30, 2014 5:00:00 GMT
"Jasmin."He breathed with such serene pain, as tears fell away. Though with such valiant efforts, did it dissipate into a whisper of her name. He took a step back for a moment, only to reach in. His arms suddenly wrapping around her waist, as if to pull her into an embrace. As if to comfort her, though he hadn't expected. "I never mean't it like that." "I'm sorry.
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Post by Nixon Rider on Jun 30, 2014 4:37:36 GMT
For a moment, he lay in light shock. Nixon observed, her stared at her waver in emotions. As she tried to compile herself, though evermore-- did the shock come into view. His lips pursed, while he stared. And after such years, being kept away awry of emotion and feeling. Did it dissipate, through denial. Though while she guided him for a kiss, did his eyes glide over her lips. With lustful expression, wanting to push through. Yet in Nixon's mind, it hadn't been right. He pulled away gently. "You don't mean that, Jasmin."
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Post by Nixon Rider on Jun 30, 2014 4:19:06 GMT
His smile kept still, though it dissipated into the usual cunning smirk. As if to cover up the uncertainty, his head twisted, winding closer into her hand. "Suppose I was just giving my consolation for Kray. " "Especially when I crashed your wedding at the start."
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