kmk100
Seriously Infected
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Post by kmk100 on Mar 21, 2006 9:33:08 GMT -5
It is so nice to see this story continued -- nicely done! I was also very happy to find out it wasn't a dream. I feared this was the end of the story, but I hope not. Please keep writing!! *Tosses you a CB*
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Post by mcswooney on Mar 22, 2006 13:53:21 GMT -5
((((WOW))))) So great - plaese continue...get back here NOW!!! LOL! Cillian bar for you missy! Love this....I love me some real life Cillian fic.  |
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andrea
Newly Infected
Confusion is sexy...
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Post by andrea on Mar 29, 2006 21:18:51 GMT -5
i just read it and it is really awesome. I love how casual and "hard to get" amber acts, more of a challenge for Cillian. cannot wait to read more!! |
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Post by raine on Mar 29, 2006 22:34:30 GMT -5
:-P lovely lovely lovely... i'll admit i was mad there for a second :-P but then you righted the world again :-D haha dont' scare me with teh whole, "it was only a dream" thing EVER A GAIN! :-P jk
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Post by blue-eyed struck on Mar 31, 2006 4:06:08 GMT -5
Real life is kicking my a$$, but I'm still here Poe.  "beauty sleep" heh. Like he needs it! Soo.... did they just say their goodbyes and go their own seperate ways? Any phone number exchanges? A kiss goodnight? A "let's meet later" convo? Anything? WHAT HAPPENED!? btw, which city are they at? (too lazy to go back and see if you mentioned this) For now, I'm just gonna pretend he's going to the LA film festival, so it's more realistic for me. *CB* please continue! |
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Post by poegrl on Mar 31, 2006 15:07:52 GMT -5
put it where ever you want it Blue dear. I'm just glad to see you are still alive.
as for the reast of what happend between Amber and Cillian, you'll just have to wait and see.
MUAHHAHAHAHA
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topez
Newly Infected
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Post by topez on Apr 29, 2006 11:08:59 GMT -5
I've just read this at home and printed it and read it on the bus to work and on the way back from college and I can't stop daydreaming about it! I hope that you up date this soon cos I want...no...need...to know what'll happen next! I love the way you decribe actions and thoughts and emotions....well...yeah it's cool I hope you do!
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Post by wigwambam on May 10, 2006 23:41:16 GMT -5
Just read this, love it!!!! He's so....well, Cillian & real!! I mean his character fics are great but there's just something bout the whole "man himself" thing! You sure you don't know him? I can picture him doing everything you describe. Oh, & that Uncle Cilli thing....laughed good & hard at that. I'm sick at the moment so this has really brightened me up. However, it'll cause me to be daydreaming all day tomorrow while I'm forced to go to school. I slept all day today which is why its late now & I'm not tired. Why can't I live in London or Ireland?! Pssh, like Cillian has any reason what so ever to venture here, to Colorado. Please update ASAP!!!!!! Bunch of good writers on this forum!
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Post by wigwambam on May 21, 2006 21:25:44 GMT -5
Oi! I'llpost this in other stories I've read that haven't been updated. Why, why, when I read a story & then can't wait to read more, people seem to stop updating them?!! Ugh, I have bad timing!
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Post by poegrl on Jun 12, 2006 2:24:03 GMT -5
There is more I have about 3 more pages but I've been out of town till now. Hope you enjoy?
There was a loud buzz that made him jump out of his skin, his hand resting on his chest trying to calm his heart taking a deep breath. It came again in short bursts like little after shocks. It was a twisted little version of “Shave and Haircut”. His breath came back to him after being caught up in his through for what seemed to be forever.
“Fecking door” He laid the sweater back on to the bed keeping an eye on it as he walked to the door, making sure it stayed there and didn’t up and walk away. When he opened the door a very stout square built man stood in the door way. His CHP sunglasses were slid to the top of his head pushing strands of rusted copper hair back out his face.
“You’ll have to give me a moment, a few ends to tie up...”
“Take your time Brother, It’s all on the company any how.”
He smiled and nodded, “Spose you’re right, I’m Cillian.” He out his hand out to shake hands.
“Angus”
Angus’ hand engulfed his in mass only his Slim fingers peeked out round the edges. It was a solid shake, not a knuckle roller or a loose ‘what the hell is the point’ shake either. There was something to respect behind a man that could give you a proper hand shake. Angus stepped through the door and waited with a hand in his pocket, taking his sun glasses off and twirled them while he waited.
He straightened his hair in the mirror, grabbed his sunglasses from the dresser top and then the sweater from the bed. He closed the bedroom door behind him.
“You wouldn’t happen to know of a good coffee place near by would you? Fraid I’m not really human with out the stuff.”
Angus slipped his sunglasses on and smiled and opening the suite door for him.
“I think I might know a place or two.”
The sweater rested over his arm hands in his pockets so it dangled at his side keeping rhythm with his walk it brushed his thigh lightly with every step. There was a strange comfort knowing it was there. They walked through the halls of the hotel to the elevator. He settled in a corner hands on the railing inside while Angus hit the button for the basement.
“Heard you were the kind of guy that isn’t into all the stalkeratzi stuff, so I made some arrangements. Vaulters out front won’t even know you’ve left till it’s too late.”
He smiled while nodding in agreement,
“Thanks mate. Normally I don’t do the press thing, if I didn’t think it would get this film out there, you know what I mean?”
“Yeah I think I know what you’re getting at.”
The elevator settled with a thread and the doors slowly slid open and a heavy must smell wafted into the cab. Angus led him to a gun metal Lincoln, not to flashy but clean and partially tinted windows all way round. Angus went around to the open the rear doors for him.
“You know I think I’d like to ride up front if you don’t mind?” he was already at the passenger door and opened it for himself slipping into the seat before Angus could even answer.
Angus turned the car over and waited for the engin to hit a nice idle.
“Lets go get you human.”
Angus threw the car into gear and set off towards the back hotel and pulled out into the city.
He wedged his elbow in to the window and rested his head as he watched the city slip by and felt his lids getting heavy behind his sunglasses.
He was awoken by the romantics singing about what they liked about him. Angus had turned down a side street where they would park out front of the funky little coffee shop. There was a smoking patio out front with rod iron scrolling round front of it. There where a couple of smokers out front reading and drinking their espresso of choice as he pulled himself out of the car and shut the door behind him. Angus had already walked ahead and was waiting holding the door for him.
The sign behind the counter said “Kaldi” it was a cool little shop with nice hard wood floor in a diamond patter that gave him a little Vertigo when fallowed it all the way to the back of the shop. There was some local artists work all around on the walls. They were dark rich oils bloated with pigment that made the texture of the pieces strain against the canvas. The lusty cologne of the coffee was on the air and helped clear the spins he got from the floor and woke him up a bit more.
No one seemed to be taking any notice of him which was a good thing. He kept his sun glasses on a and walked to the counter to the counter to peruse the menu. “Why don’t you grab a chair in the back And I’ll get our drinks.” Angus took his order down and a five spot and he proceeded to walk past the espresso bar and a set of stairs that seem to lead up to what looked like the outside of some garage/ apartment with window boxes.
He settled on a big over stuffed chair off to the side of the sitting area snug against the wall so he could see the whole shop. The glass where still on till he found a paper on the table next to chair. It was some a local edition with the front over cover preaching about the lost joys of good pub bands. He slid his glasses up to the top of his head and proceeded to flip through the paper. He was distracted by a loud slam that came from the faux window boxes. One of them was slid open catching the attention of the girls at the front counter.
“What is the crap playing on the system?” It was a young woman leaning out the window her brow was arched and a loose curl fell across her face as she leaned a bit further forward.
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Post by wigwambam on Jun 12, 2006 11:08:12 GMT -5
More please....=D asap.
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Post by Dalia on Jun 12, 2006 14:44:58 GMT -5
Awesome! more more more!!!!  |
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Post by wigwambam on Jun 12, 2006 14:52:47 GMT -5
Again, more. Gonna bug ya till I get more to so, just so your fair warned.
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Post by Dalia on Jun 12, 2006 15:03:13 GMT -5
yes yes, hehehe, me want moreeeeeeeee!!!!!!!
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Post by wigwambam on Jun 12, 2006 16:37:55 GMT -5
We ALL do!!!!!!!!!!
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