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Post by poegrl on Feb 3, 2006 0:33:46 GMT -5
ta and la? Good question I don't really know?
Think it's a regional thing and what have ?
I tend to use ta more when I speek so it was kind of tossed in because of that .
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Post by blue-eyed struck on Feb 7, 2006 20:24:23 GMT -5
^strangely enough, I can hear him say "ta" in my head, so it's all good!
Another wonderful update. I just love his sense of humor and you make him sound so sexy. Shaking the rain out of his hair and the howl? mmmm....*coughs* yeah..
A girl could melt in a puddle of goo at a comment like that! *melts*
hehe...heh..heh.
Much love to you Poe. Keep doin' what you do best! *CB*
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Post by paddykitten on Feb 8, 2006 18:26:56 GMT -5
ah, just read this... *throws cilly bar*
awesome... teehee, hes so cute, anyway you paint him...
loved the dear prudence bit... have to agree with cillian on this one lmao
awesome... (i said that...) update soon
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Post by blue-eyed struck on Feb 8, 2006 22:44:50 GMT -5
hey, another reader! hi! *waves*
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Post by poegrl on Feb 9, 2006 3:38:47 GMT -5
Well I'm glad you all are diggin' it.
I'm opening things up a bit.
Is there anytihng you guys would like to see?
Thinking of shaken some stuff a bit.
Oh and thank you for the bar PaddyKitty.
always like to know people are liking what they are reading.
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Post by paddykitten on Feb 9, 2006 20:43:31 GMT -5
shakin is good
i have a question... is he married in this? like, you know, real life cillian? bc hes awfully... flirtateous... but there was something about "i couldntve done it w/o her" or something dont remember... hmmm...
*waves back*
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Post by blue-eyed struck on Feb 9, 2006 21:48:25 GMT -5
^ she did mention "her", but then I scolded Poe for it!  Poe: rattle the cages I say! |
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Post by poegrl on Feb 10, 2006 23:11:07 GMT -5
ouch busted.
yeah i got a nice little woopin from blue on that one.
I guess you could say I'm trying to make it as real as possible, but hey it is still fiction.
I come from a group of people that are very flirtatiatious and warm.... Just kind of incorperate that in with my picture of the story.
rattle some cages you say?
we'll see what we can do....
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Post by blue-eyed struck on Feb 23, 2006 19:28:08 GMT -5
update? please?
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Post by kmk100 on Feb 23, 2006 19:43:34 GMT -5
I second that. I'm really enjoying this story and want to see what happens next!
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Post by mcswooney on Mar 3, 2006 0:15:09 GMT -5
MORE. PLEASE. FOR THE LOVE OF CILLI - PLEASE POST AGAIN! That is all. Hee.  |
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Post by poegrl on Mar 13, 2006 20:03:57 GMT -5
wow! can I just say I'm humbled at the moment?
I would have guessed this bloody thing to get shafted to the back pages a while ago and here it is still burning away.
You all are really too kind and nuts.
I got a bit stuck with the story line but I think I may have solved that problem so we'll see shall we?
There is more coming and it's a bit twisty just giving it some spit and pollish all that lot.
Poe~
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Post by poegrl on Mar 14, 2006 7:09:18 GMT -5
The cab drove along quickly and a blur of buildings reflected off the windows. An R&B song played from the the front of the cab. Thank god it was the classic stuff. Nothing worse than being caught in a cab and having to listen to crap music the whole drive.
She was out next to him. He could feel her whole weight resting against his arm. Her head was on his shoulder a bit of hair hanging across her lids tangling itself in with her lashes. He smiled at her laying there like a kid next to him, quite and helpless like. It had been a good night. Pity he knew it was going to have to end, he hoped for later but with the unconscious state of his hostess it would have to be soon. He couldn’t blame her for nadding off though, it had been a long night.
He found himself yawning, his muscles stiffened under his skin as he tried to stretch out with out disturbing her. His toes curled in his shoes while the rest of him shivered, shaking off the end of his yawn. He sank a bit further into the seat letting his head rest atop of hers watching her form the corner of his eye from time to time. He could feel his lids get heavy they keep slipping closed after a while, opening and closing in rhythm of the street lamps as they flashed passed on the wet streets, he sliped off next to her.
There was a loud buzz in his ears as his head rolled from side to side. "What the...?" He must have fallen asleep in the cab? They's pry missed thier stop and now..., did they even tell the cabbie where they were going? Did they know where they were going? Things were a bit odd, he couldn’t feel her next to him, He wasn't even sitting any more, in fact he felt flat as if on his back?
He rubbed his eyes a pushed covers off his chest as he stretched out again. He was in bed? Sitting up too fast from a case of shock, his head began to spin. He blocked his eyes form the light flooding in form the outside. Slowly he slid out from out from under the covers looking about for any sign of how he got back to his room. The buzzing that had woken him was louder now, taking his attention to the night stand next to the bed, a red light on the phone was blinking in time with the buzz. Still in a daze he reached for the phone as if it may bite him, still not quite believing where he is. He cleared his throat and picked up the phone.
“Yeah?”
“Murphy ya up yet mate, good god man, ya sleeping in all day or sumtin’ there still things to get done ya know?”
It was Phil the publicist for this gig. The festival was tonight and they still needed to pick up his suit form the dry-clean, not to mention there where two interviews that got bumped back till 3ish because of his beauty sleep. He had better get in gear, a driver would be there in an hour to pick him up for the a quick lunch and fill in session.
He hung up the phone getting use to being back in the real world? Stumbled his way out of the hotel bed working out the kinks from his back and neck, he made his way into the bath. He turned on the shower to let it warm a bit as he got undressed. He looked at his face in the mirror, he should shave, he had a good amount of scruff going on as he scratch his jaw, neck, chest. Mist poured out of the stall as he pulled the frosted glass door to the side and stepped into the spray.
The dream played back in he mind as he closed his eyes and let the harsh stream beat down on his head, face and shoulders. It was so real, meeting someone new, hanging out, not having to dealing with any of the pomp and B.S. that seem to have taken over his life this past year or so. Ha laughed at himself shoving his face back into the spray and letting it beat down on the back of his head, beat some since into him. The water ran down the sides of his face and hair,
watching it fall from the end of his nose and lips to the tile under his feet and run into the drain. Of course it was a dream, there could never be someone like that, not now. He couldn’t help remembering the smile and laugh and the other details of the night play over and over so vivid and clear in his head. He sighed and shook his head and went about his routine coming to grips with everything that didn’t happen and what he was going to have to face later that night alone. He did a final rinse trying to let the dream wash away with the soap down the drain. He had to get focused.
Grabbing a towel and drying off he began to get dressed. Standing in the door way of the closet in his favorite jeans he went through the rest of his bag hanging up the few things that needed it, and looked for a shirt to ware for the day. Something comfortable for an uncomfortable kind of day. He settled on a gray button up that he tugged off it’s, hanger knocking it to the floor. He knelt down and reached for the hanger on the closet floor and felt something else crumpled on next it. Grabing at it as well not giving it a seconds thought, he put the hanger back in the closet and threw the other crumpled bit on the bed and continued to put on the long sleeve button-up and straightening himself out in the mirror.
Something caught his attention out of the corner of his eye, the thing crumpled on the bed looked like some kind of shirt, but iIt wasn’t anything he rememberd bringing with him on this trip. He picked up, it was a black shirt straightening it out and holding it up in front of himself. It was a thin knit V-neck sweater with a nice rib to it, soft to the touch and a faint smell like old leather and something else, almost like perfume? It was inside out and there was a tag on the inside seam, with a pen mark on it.
His world started spinning as he gave it a good looking over, the sent of the shirt filled his head. It was an “A” on the tag. He turned it inside out and back up again and slowly let his arms drop with the shirt stil griped in his hands.
“What the feck?”
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Post by chiariah on Mar 20, 2006 21:09:52 GMT -5
OMG!!!! i though at first it was a dream... and i felt all dissapointed.. but he founf the shirt amber gave to him that night..!!! OMG!! its sooo exicting.... i can hadly wait to see what comes next..!!!
excellent!!
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Post by paddykitten on Mar 20, 2006 21:33:42 GMT -5
just gonna agree with the above... ;D
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