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Post by Ian Ackart on Nov 10, 2008 19:22:53 GMT -5
Waking up was always the hardest part. Ian hated waking up. Not that he wished he were dead or anything... just that he wished he could sort of speed up the process. He had to drag himself into the shower. By the end of the shower Ian was up to his usual perky self. He dressed in a pair of jeans and a plaid shirt, which he buttoned up for the sake of his adoptive parents. Ian rushed into the dining room only to find that there was no breakfast waiting for him. To say the least... his spirits were crushed.
Where was the orange juice? Where were the buscuits and gravey? The fruit? The french toast? The yummy bacon that wasn't too crips, but crisp enough?! Ian stared at the table, shell shocked. When Janice walked into the dining room she greeted Ian with a smile. Surely she had gotten the hint that Ian was very confused. "Um, Janice..." He said to his adoptive mother as he followed her into the kitchen. "There's no breakfast... it's... gone."
Janice laughed, "That would be because it's almost lunch time. You slept through breakfast." Ah, great. He didn't feel like he had slept that long. Ian shook his head. "Kay, I'll just go out and pick something up. See ya later, Jan." Janice waved him off. He knew his adoptive mother completely trusted him, which may or may not be a good idea. If she knew half of the people that Ian Ackart was around she would definitely step up in the defensive mother role. "Take Taylor with you."
Ian groaned, "Didn't he eat this morning?" It wasn't that Ian didn't like his little adoptive brother... he just didn't like to spend every waking hour with the kid. Apparently Janice wasn't going to give in. "Alright, alright." Ian said finally, raising his hands in surrender. There was no use in fighting it. Ian walked down the far hallway to Taylor's room. "Let's go, knucklehead." He said shortly before the door popped out and a short, dark haired four year old rushed out of the room.
Following Taylor to the door Ian picked him up. "Alright, little guy, hold on tight." He swung Taylor up so that the four year old was sitting on his shoulders. Taylor giggled happily as Ian started walking out the door. Ugh. The resemblance between Ian and Taylor was uncanny. It would be easy for anyone to assume that they were actually brothers. Taylor played with Ian's hair as they walked. Central park seemed like as good a place as any to just go and hang out with a four year old. By now most people were used to seeing him hang out with Taylor.
At first there were rumors about Taylor being Ian's son, but he completely shot those down. After all, Taylor couldn't be his son if he were still a virgin. No one knew that Ian Ackart was a virgin. That was a secret that Ian guarded with his life. He enjoyed the fact that with the way he acted with his dynamic personality most people just assumed that he had already been with a girl in that manner. Ian had some conflicting feelings about that. He liked girls, sure, they were great... but he also had a thing for guys, which wasn't as strange to him as he would have thought.
Central Park wasn't that full, which made Ian feel a little better. Taylor pointed at the playground, "Pleegroun!" The kid shouted in a way that was only cute for a four year old. "Alright, little guy." Ian said as he lifted Taylor off his shoulders. As soon as Taylor hit the ground he busted out into a run and Ian followed after him in a slower jog. Taylor was fast, but not that fast. Ian knew that the first thing Taylor would go for was the slide. He took his position at the end of the slide and waited quietly.
As soon as Ian could hear Taylor sliding down he raised his hands and yelled, "BOO!" Taylor screamed, but it ended in a laugh. "Eeen! Don do dat, knucklehead." Taylor couldn't quite pronounce Ian's name right and it was obvious that Taylor had spent a lot of time with Ian. Ian laughed as he stood back from the slide and pushed a hand through his dark hair. Maybe having Taylor around wasn't so bad.
Ian felt a little hot so he walked to a bench and sat down so he could watch Taylor play. He unbuttoned his shirt so that he could air out. He felt better with an open shirt anyway. It wasn't like Taylor cared. Ian rested a hand over his bare abdomen and leaned back. Time for some relaxation.
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Post by Ashling Van Garret on Nov 11, 2008 21:57:37 GMT -5
Grab your hat and fetch a camera ![/s] 
A soft groan left Ashling's lips as a soft light of sunshine came bursting into her room. But Ash was actually awoken by a soft beeping noise coming from the other side of the room. Her head felt heavy as she lifted it up and through tired, golden eyes, searched the area across from her. A green light was blinking on and off on Babette's cellphone on her end table and Babette was out. Ash sighed angrily as she torn her blankets from around her and planted her feet onto the floor. Stumbling tiredly she walked over to Babette's bed and pushed on the mass that was under the covers."Babs" she whispered as she pushed her lightly with a hand. After about a minute she pushed her again, a tad harder "Babs" she said a little louder. The third time was not the charm in this case as she hurled her body into Babette and yelled in Babette's ear, "BABS!!!!". She was only answered by a soft moan and then silence. The phone stopped beeping and Ashling rolled her eyes."Damn fuck it !" she spoke with a hint of annoyance in her voice as she staggered into the bathroom to take a shower.
Ashling smiled contently and began to skip happily down the street, on her way to the park. She had a nice Starbucks Cappuccino, a cherry Charm's Blow Pop, and a whole bag of sour gummy worms in her tummy. She began to sing She's a Handsome Woman by Panic At the Disco and soon stopped because she was at the park and people were looking at her. Then again she was belting it out so that didn't help. Peeking into the park she saw a few little kids, some adults, and a kid that looked about her age. Putting her lips to the side of her face, looking kindof silly in the process, she shrugged and walked in. Putting her lips back to normal she smiled at a few people and watched them through her golden eyes. Walking just a few more steps she decided to sit at a bench, not that far away from the boy.
Her attire was nothing special. A black corset with pink lace lacing up the back and front and decorative pink lace around the top and bottom. A pair of stonewashed lowrise bootcut denim jeans hugged her bum. The combination of the two had her lower tummy showing a little, to which she didn't mind, and it made her black and white fairy on her right lower torso show a tad. Finally on her feet was a pair of black leather biker boots. Tapping her feet she ran her long french manicured fingernails through her vibrant red sidebangs. Her vibrant red hair was straight but flipped to the inside a little. She wore no makeup except for vanilla chapstick, thick black eyeliner (egyptian style), and black mascara. Silver antique rings adored her fingers as did a silver locket around her neck. Sighing contently she looked around, not knowing what to do.
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Post by Ian Ackart on Nov 11, 2008 22:24:20 GMT -5
Looking up just in time Ian saw an rather interesting looking girl walk by him. Only for a moment did his eyes follow her. Taylor ran toward Ian, jumping on the bench with a giggle. Eh-- weren't kids adorable? Ian had no answer to that. As he turned his head to look at Taylor, which also happened to be toward the girl, his hair fell into his eyes. Ian attempted to blow the hair away from his eyes, but only managed to lift it up a bit. In short, the hair fell back into his eyes. "Fuck." Ian said before shaking his hair out of his eyes.
Immediately after Ian;s eyes adjusted he looked at Taylor, who had gasped and sat there wide-eyed. "Eeeeeeeen... you sed fuck." Taylor said as if he were completely shocked. Ian chuckled, "My bad, kiddo." Taylor looked worried for a moment. "I won tell." As if Ian cared if the kid told on him or not. Janice would only gripe at him for a total of five minutes for cussing in front of Taylor then he would be off the hook. That was how it worked. Of course, Ian didn't always cuss in front of Taylor. It just happened to be at a crucial moment when his hair decided to be uncooperative.
Ian glanced back up at the girl he thought he recognised, but was sure he didn't know. This, of course, caught Taylor's attention. The four year old turned and glanced back at the girl as well. "EEEN! SOMETIN IS WRONG WID ER HAIR!" Eh-- not quite the reaction Ian was hoping for, but Ian couldn't help but laugh. "Nothing. Now go play, knuckle head." Taylor looked at Ian, then back to the girl. There was not another word on the matter. Taylor jumped off the bench and made a mad dash toward the playground.
This was a fine opportunity for Ian to make another friend... hopefully Taylor hadn't ruined that opportunity. Ian stood, rubbing his stomach slightly before he stretched his arms into the air. Ian proceeded to button his shirt back up as he walked toward the girl. "Hey," Ian said with a wild smile, "Sorry bout that little guy. He says what he thinks." Well, Taylor did kinf of adopt a few charitable habits from Ian. The mind speaking thing was one of the many.
The good thing about Ian was that he wasn't much of the judgemental sort. He had plenty of friends who were all pretty varried. There wans't anyone that Ian wasn't afraid to speak to. Ian did not sit on the bench, but chose to sit cross-legged on the grass instead. It was a lot more comfortable than he would have thought it would have been.
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Post by Ashling Van Garret on Nov 16, 2008 16:31:14 GMT -5
GrAb YoUr HaT AnD fEtCh A cAmErA ! [X]  [X] 
She couldn't help but giggle at what the cute little kid said."Oh no problem..he's a cutey" she spoke with a smile and another small laugh. She moved her legs so the ankles were crossed and she turned her body towards him. He seemed nice and not shy, well obviously since he came to talk to her. She sighed gently and looked over at him, her golden eyes scanning him. He didn't seem weird though she wouldn't have minded, she just wanted someone to talk to.
"Hello" she spoke gently to him. She had forgotten to say hi before talking about the cute little kid. "Oh I don't mind it when people speak their mind..I mean I do to" she spoke with a light smile as she shrugged. It didn't bother her that people thought the way she dressed or how she put up her hair was weird. Not that she was conceited it was just she liked being noticed every now and then..who didn't?
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Post by Svetlana Romanov on Nov 16, 2008 22:56:16 GMT -5
Svetlana figured today would be a nice day for a stroll in the park. It had been awkward in the dorm, with their new roommate. Sevvi usually wasn't out of her room anyways, but the other two girls seemed defensive...almost...Like the white-haired chick was tresspassing on sacred ground or something. Sevvi just stayed out of it. She had other things on her mind. Like the fact that the day they got a new roomie it was the sixth year aniversary of her father's passing...
Which meant Svetlana was sort of on superficial happy mode...And it would probably last the rest of the week before she got a grip on herself and went back to normal..Or what was now considered normal.
The glad looked comfortable thought she wore white pumps on her feet, making her legs look longer than they already wore. Her clothing, for once, wasn't completely tight. It was actually loose, so she could breathe. It was surprisingly warm for October, thankfully, because Svetlana loved the sun and the summer because in Russia, there wasn't a lot of warmth by where she lived. It was cold 75% of the year...
Her heels clicked as she walked and she took a drag from her cigarette. She had driven there, her scarlet Land Rover sitting nicely in its parking space. She pulled the ciggarette out from between her lips and squeezed that end. Hearing the tiny pop she seemed satisfied as she took a drag and was hit with minty freshness. As she blew the air out, it also came out as a nice mint. It was a better after taste than freakin regular cigarettes. Sevvi had become addicted to marbolo menthols. It was a secret of her's-one she didn't plan on sharing with anyone.
As she finished the cancer stick, she threw it onto the sidewak and put it out with her heel. Luckily she had. Because as she continued walking, her smokey jade eyes landed on wild red hair and Ian...
Already Sevvi liked the girl's fashion sense. It was unique-Sevvi liked unique. Her mother needed models like that...
"Ian!" she smiled as she approached the two of them, looking like a ball of sunshine as she bent over slightly to give him a hug,"Where' my lil Tay?" yeah, she loved Taylor to death. He was so adorable! She had taken care of him for Ian a few times and Taylor seemed to like her-even called her Aunt Sevvi. Her mother said that it was a sign that she was going to be a good mother someday because she got along with kids so well. But then again her mother had stressed: Hopefully not anytime soon.
Her mother would be disappointed if Svetlana had to reject colleges because she had to take care of a baby, especially when Svetlana was suppose to be applying to places like Juliard, Yale, Harvard, Brown, Princeton...Ivy League schools. An opportunity her mother never had and would make sure her daughter received...
"Oh! I'm sorry, I'm being rude," Sevvi chuckled as she gave the girl a kiss on the cheek like she had to Ian,"I'm Svetlana, but you ca call me Sevvi," she gave her a bright grin. Sevvi was known for being the sweetest out of all the Elites and when people who didn't know her talked to her-it was easy to see it.
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Post by Ian Ackart on Nov 17, 2008 11:11:43 GMT -5
Ian was pretty glad that Sevvi showed up when she did. He was having a hard time trying to think of anything to say to the other girl. What was there to say after everything had already been said? Ian recieved the hug with a grin.He stood from his place in the grass. There were a few loose blades of grass clinging to his hoodie, but Ian reached back and brushed them all off. Taylor-- oh shit!-- where was Taylor? Ian glanced around the playground for a moment and breathed a sigh of relief when Taylor zoomed out of the slide giggling. Whew-- what a relief. Ian had thought he had lost him for a minute.
"HEY, KNUCKLEHEAD, LOOK WHO CAME TO SEE YOU!" Ian yelled so that Taylor could hear it from the playground. It seemed to take a second for Taylor to really notice who it was, but once he did the kid flew toward Sevvi like a bat out of hades. Taylor giggled once more and hugged Sevvi's leg. "Aunt, Sevvi!" Eh- Ian had never corrected Taylor about it. It just didn't seem right. Let the boy call her whatever he wanted. Ian chuckled softly as he turned his head back to the girl in front of him. He hoped that this wasn't too much for her. Taylor could be a little straightforward, if not way too bold about some things. There was no telling what the kid would say or do.
"I'm Ian by the way, and that little guy is Taylor."Ian said as he ruffled the hair on Taylor's head. Taylor loosed one arm from around Sevvi's leg and waved to the girl. Ian didn't like to think that he had just seemed rude. He was the kind of guy that generally tried to be nice to everyone. Sometimes it didn't work out so well giving most people associated Ian with his roomies. His roomies were his best friends. There was no way if anyone was rude to them he'd be nice to them. Things just didn't work like that in the world of Ian.
Ian glanced from Sevvi to the girl on the bench. Awkward. He wasn't sure what made it so awkward, but something did. Maybe it was the complete difference in style shown by the three of them. The girl on the bench seemed a little more hardcore in appearance, Sevvi was more styled as far as designer, and Ian, well, Ian just dressed comfortably. Hell, Ian may be bi, but he certainly doesn't feel the need to worry about clothing as the stereotype insists. Ian was perfectly fine with a t-shit and jeans. There was no reason for him to worry anything about style or fashion.
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