Trans-continental Train (Open)

[soulchump]

UPDATED OOC Introduction:

If this is your first time joining us, all
you need to know is that we are on
a train from New York to Los Angeles.
All other details have been brought
in by our fantastic group of passengers
(there's currently 11 active players).
As of October 24, the train has left
New York, visited Washington DC &
Cincinnati, and is now pulling out of
Chicago. Where it stops next? You
decide. Who will it pick up? It could
be you, or someone you've always
wanted to be.


Welcome . . . . and enjoy.

 

[amon_darknight]

let me know what kind of char you want, and ill post my char once people start to join

amon

 

[soulchump]

Antonio "Tony" Possiamo

Life's changes can addict you to "newness." My fiancee left me after four years of courtship and the routine is gone. Now I'm single, 29 years old, and the "newness" is everywhere. That's how I got here -- New York -- and it's been 28 hours since I got off the boat from Rome.

I'm rambling a bit . . . it's the excitement. You see, I'm boarding the train to Los Angeles, and I can't help but think that this trip is going to change my life. Once I put my bags overhead, confirm my spot in the sleeping car, and get a cool glass of white wine from the dining car to soothe my arid tongue, I settle into my seating car and open my "Learning English" book for some last-minute brushing up. I wonder who will share this car with me . . . or who I'll find in the dining car tonight at dinner.

 

[amon_darknight]

Sky Justice

OOC
Is a wander. Parents were very rich so Sky did not have to worry about money. Sky pretty much keeps to himself, but he is looking for love. He has always wanted to see the the USA and saw this Trains stops and figured that he would see it that way.

Black hair with red streaks, long bangs
has brown eyes
5'8" 135 lbs
is in very good shape

IC

Sky get aboard this train and goes and finds his seat, he finds it and puts hsi bag away and sits down and pulls his cd player out and begins to listen to soem tunes. He looks around and sees he is early as he sees barely anyone. Waiting for people to board he just kicks back and relaxes with his tunes playing.

 

[soulchump]

Tony Possiamo

OOC: Forgot the physical description.

IC:
You'd guess I'm Italian right off the bat . . . it's the 2 or 3 days of scruff that never seems to leave my face, and the unkempt dark brown hair . . . typical, no? I'm usually wearing chinos or some kind of cotton or linen pants, and a loose-fitting button-down of similar fabric.

My mother, who is decended from French slave traders in Morocco, has given me her hazel/green eyes, but they are nothing that striking . . . in fact, they kind of just blend into the olive skin that covers my body as a result of life under a Mediterranean sun.

 

[soulchump]

Seeking Strangers


OOC:
. . . this is an invitation to anyone wanting to have a tryst on a train with a dark-skinned stranger. The train's about to leave, and I'd much rather meet you now, than wait to discover you when we stop at <you decide where>.


IC:
Waiting in my cabin, or I'll be going to the dining car shortly . . . hope to see you there.

 

[amon_darknight]

like i said before, i will start to post when people start to join

amon

 

[Don/Deb]

Debbie

OCC.....I will give this a run......see what happens........


IC.....

I have made my way down to New York from Maine......A small litttle town on the coast...about 1000 population......
What I saw of New York was over whelming to me......I had been to Portland many times......Boston twice.....but New York.....made me wonder why I was taking a new position out in LA....
I am 33.....and Petite....weighed down by the bags I have....A porter comes along and relieves me of my 2 larger bags.....leaving me with my over sized backpack. It covers most of my back....which is not hard since I am only 5'4".....I pull my long blonde hair out from under the backpack...letting it fall over my shoulders.....I have a white button down shirt on.....jeans which hug my body.....everything fits nicely over my 36-26-32 fame....and a pair of high priced sneakers on......
I board my new train....lots of activity.....I find another porter...asking where I can find my bert.....He tells me to go three cars down...I will find it on the right.....
Working my way from car to car.....different faces....all lost in their own activities.....One person catches my eyes as I move by him......Handsome....dark complection.....He did not seem to be from here....His eyes caught mine for a short second......
I find my berth.....Dropping my backpack down....then falling back on the bed.....Closing my blue eyes.....streaching my arms and legs out....I am exhausted from my travel today.....
My plan is.....when we pull out of the station....I will wait about half hour to an hour...then work my way down to the Dinning car for supper....then come back here and call it an early night.....
With my eyes still closed ,I picture the stranger I saw, in my mind.....Not sure why he made an impression on me.....but it would be nice to have some one to talk with during the trip......It is going to be a long trip...with lots of stops........

 

[soulchump]

Tony Possiamo

OOC: "berth" !! THAT'S the word I couldn't think of for "cabin." Thank you Debbie!!!

IC: One of my greatest fears in coming to America (especially with NYC and LA being so huge) was that it would be too much to handle, especially people with big city attitudes.

I glanced up from my book just in time to see a woman who helped me get over my fears . . . jeans and a white shirt, and beautiful blonde hair (which is exotic to me, since all I ever see at home are brunettes). Before I can make it happen, a faint smile comes across my face at her passing.

The loud WHISTLE of the train pulls me out of my reverie, and the attendant yells the "All Clear" that means my adventure has begun. As the puffing of the engine hurks us into our initial start, the ticket-taker comes around and informs me that the dining cart will open the full menu in ten minutes, so I wait until then . . .

 

[Don/Deb]

Debbie

OCC: You are welcome Soulchump....*S*....


IC:....Lying on my bed.....the strangers image still very vivid......Then a sudden jerk of my berth lets me know we are leaving New York.....A quick glance of my watch lets me know we are only five minutes late leaving.....Not bad.....
I woke to the sound of the porter looking to verify tickets......He checks mine and moves on......
It is already an hour later then the last time a cecked my watch....I slide off my bed.....run a brush throw my hair.....feeling rested even after only an hour nap......
The scene outside the window is much different.......The sun throwing long shadows from the trees......woods now replace the underground of New York.....
I find my way to the Dinning car.....I am starving......It is just dinner time and the car is very busy.....kids running around.....I wonder where are their parents?......I find an empty table and slip into the seat.....Enjoying the scene out the window at first.....A waiter comes up from behind...filling my water glass and handing my a menu....." Can I get you something to drink?"...... For some reason I am in the mood for a mudslide and I order one.....Loking at the selection on the menu....from the corner of my eye I see the starnger I fell asleep thinking of....He is across from me two seats down... Keeping the menu in front of me but looking his way...He is speaking to the waiter.....I can hear his voice.....He is not from the US....He is not French Canadian......but it does sound like a French accent.....maybe.....I can not tell from here
I don't want him to see me looking at him......But he looks up.....again our eyes meet.....longer this time....He flashes a wonderful smile.....I can not help but return the smile.....

 

[soulchump]

Tony Possiamo

OOC: Damnit, Deb!! You've got the train-going vernacular down! This time it was "PORTER" that I couldn't come up with. You keep this up, and I'm going to get an inferiority complex.

IC: Upon my arrival in the dining car, I look around to see who might be present, hoping to find the blonde vision from earlier today, or someone as interesting to enjoy the meal with (where I come from, dining is a community affair).

Distracted in my search, I almost trip on some rambunctious kids who can't seem to sit at their table.

I take a seat on the right-hand side, and only five minutes after I've been there, who should walk in but the exotic blonde who relaxed me before. She sits a few tables away and . . . wait, did she just smile over at me? Encouraged by what I think I saw, I pull the waiter aside after he stops at her table. Having met him before, I know him to be one of my countrymen, so I tell him in a low voice, "Amerei per pagare la cena della signorina. Per favore invitarla a unirme alla mia tavola, se amerebbe," and I hand him a healthy gratuity.

Upon his return, he deposits my bottle of Santa Margherita Pinot Grigio at my table, then proceeds to her table and gives her an unfamiliar-looking cocktail. Then, as requested, he whispers to the woman that "the gentleman from Berth 48" would be pleased to buy her dinner, and delighted if she would choose to eat it at his table.

Being a foreigner, I'm apprehensive about whether or not I have just broken any customs or social conventions, but I could not resist the chance to get to know this entrancing woman. As the waiter is blocking my view, I can't see how she is receiving the invitation . . .

 

[sachiaiko]

Shae -

OOC: Alrighty, you said it was an open thread, I'll put myself in there and see if there is any interest in my character.

Shae is a 21 year old woman, She stands about 5 feet 3 inches, has strait red hair that is cut in a medium-short feathered manner (kind of like Dido the musician? Real cute) She has a small button nose, delicate face and a set of lovely liquid green eyes. She seems rather athletically built, and is beautiful in a soft and innocent kind of way.

IC: I’d gotten on the train at the last minute, bag thrown over my shoulder and my body screaming at me to slow down. I’d almost missed the last call, thank gods I’d managed to make it. Peering curiously at my ticket I took off down the corridor towards the car and the Room, cabin, berth, whatever, that would be mine. Trains were good, better then flying, flying had a tendency to scare me to the point of not being able to enjoy my trip. So train rides it was for me, besides, it always managed to take me back to the days of being a child, sitting on my fathers lap while peering out the window at the passing scenery.

I was on the last leg of my Journey, having traveled through most of the states in the US, this trip was my trip Home. Aaah, Home. I wasn’t looking forward to it. I pushed my backpack under the bed just as I felt the train lurch forward into its ground-eating gait, like some oversized animal running from an even larger prey. Just my mental Ramblings, anyhow, after I’d secured my belongings, I decided to straiten up. This simply consisted in looking into a mirror, running my fingers through my hair and running a hand over my exposed belly. I was wearing one of those tank-tops that comes down just enough to expose the belly button without appearing too downright obscene and a pair of semi-baggy boot cut blue jeans. Oh yes, and my Doc Martins. Cant forgot my Docs. After straitening up, I decided to get something to much. Woo, Dinner time.

I slipped on down to the Dinning Car, stopping at the entrance too give a cursory gaze over the gathered crowd. Smiling at a couple of absolutely adorable children (and giving a playful wink to a little girl that appeared about 5 or so) I made my way to an empty table, then leaned back to watch my fellow travelers as I waited for my waiter to arrive.

OOC: I’m not sure exactly how Shae will play out here in your little RP, but I hope she can be enjoyed at some point. But like I said, I figured I’d at least make myself available – By the way, I’m also a literotica “Virgin” so have patience with me Please! Hope ya like, Shae.

 

[amon_darknight]

Sky

Looks to his watch and thinks what time it was when he last ate. He places another CD in and starts to listen to some more tunes as he gets up adn heads to the dinner hall. When he gets there he sits himself down in the table in teh far back, away from everyone else. He orders hsi food and drink and it is served to him and he just sits there looking at everyone through his shades, and listening to his music.

 

[sachiaiko]

Shae -

OOC: Little more on Shae. She tends to be rather shy at times, never got to be a “Wild Child” but is by no means innocent and virginal. She’s very interested in people, and music, The bag she’d had slung over her shoulder was a Harp Case. With a compartment for other things as well (her clothing, heh) She’d picked up the hand carved instrument in her travels.

IC: The waiter arrived with my dinner, I’d ordered a Salmon Pasta dish, and I smiled brightly as he placed the dish before me. He’d interrupted my overt study of the people in the room, I’d noticed a few that I silently decided to myself to approach at some point during the trip. One of the first ones being a rather attractive man who’s skin tone and flowing speech (I’d heard him speaking to the waiter, something about wine, not quite sure, never was a Linguist.) marked him as Italian. He’d attracted me almost immediately, most likely his handsome face and the fact he’d been seated alone. The person was a woman, seated a few tables away from the Handsome Italian, she was also seated alone.

“Will there me anything else, Miss?” He asked politely, returning my smile and snapping me out of my thoughts.

“No thank you, I’m great for now.” I said, then watched as the waiter spun on his heel and headed strait for another table which catered to an attractive young man wearing a pair of shades and what appeared to be headphones on his head.

Spinning the pasta on my fork I took a large bite, watching the man with a curious expression, at one point while I was gazing in his direction I thought he’d noticed me, I smiled, but just then the waiter moved before my line of sight, and I was unable to see if he’d responded, or even seen me. I always had liked meeting new people, and I wondered why he had seated himself so far away from the other patrons. Oh well, to each his own, I thought, and continued to enjoy my meal.

 

[Don/Deb]

Debbie

As I smile back at the stranger....a few other passengers pass by me.....
Still semi hiding behind the menu I notice him talking to the waiter.....But not in English......I have no idea what he is saying......Waiting for my drink I check the other faces out in the Dinning car....Familes with kids who must have been banned from flying.....Laughing to myself.......A young women with red hair...she seems to stand out because of her hair color.....which fits her looks perfectly.....soft facial features...very pretty.....I follow her gaze to the back of the car.....A interesting looking man....with dark hair ....with some red streaks.....wearing his sunglasses and listening through his headphones. I wonder about him....and decide he must be some sort of spy....and the red head must be his contact...
Just then I am snapped back to reality by my waiter.....He places my mudslide in front of me....Bends over and in broken English tells me that " The person sitting over there,motioning to my stranger, would be very happy to bye me dinner if I would join him"......
Looking past the waiter.....my stranger is lifting a bottle of wine up, with two glasses.....smiling at me......His eyes draw me in......I smile back again.....My thoughts racing.....should I?.......It is not my nature to take such a step.....That is why I spend must weekends at home......He must have seen me nodding my head and telling the waiter...." Thanks but no thanks".....He gives me this sorrowful look.....I could not resist......Telling the waiter....." On second thought I will join him"
The waiter picks my drink up off the table....I slide off my seat...walking the short distance between us.....The waiter places my drink down at his table... He brushes the seat off for me....As I am about to sit down..my stranger stands up.....some thing I am not use to.....
I take my seat......as my dinner partner sits back down.....Gazing into his eyes.....I first say " Thank you for inviting me to join you".....reaching my hand, which at this moment is a little cool and sweaty, across the table....I introduce myself....." My name is Debbie.....Debbie Shaw"........
I cannot take my eyes off his....His smile so warm. even through the unshaved look.....I cannot believe I am doing this.....

 

[loving4u]

Johann

OOC: Johann is a student from South Africa. Age 22 years. From a rich Diaomnd Trading family but a rebel. His father wanted him to do an MBA and settle down in the family business. But he wanted to explore the world and decide for himself.

He is on a trip to the US with a bit of money on him and a lot of hopes. His luggage is just a back pack, which contains his basic clothes and a folder of blank chart paper and sketches. He is a potrait sketcher by hobby. Loves to take out his pad and start sketching anything he finds interesting.

He is not a virgin but hasnt really experienced the sensual kind of sex.

6'1"
Black Trimmed hair
Dark Brown deeeeeep eyes
140 lbs (a bit on the leaner side)

IC: I got on to the train very early. I was wearing the faded cut off jeans and a dark shirt on top. I was tired from all the walking around I had been doing in the day rambling on the streets of New York. As soon as I got in and sat down in my coach, I sort of fell in a half sleep half daze.

Was thinking about what turns life has been taking over the last few months. The passing out of college. Getting away from friends. The trips to India, France, England and now US. How time had just been flying by and also how it sometimes seemed to stand still. Dates had actually lost meaning for me in this journey of exploration. Exploration of the world and more importantly the exploration of me within. Who I was? What did I want?

The break up (not really break up...more a parting of unknown duration) with Sara was also on my mind. There was an expectation in her eyes when she had seen me off at the airport 4 months back. She had written a lots of e-mails to me, the frequency getting lesser and lesser, mainly due to my sporadic responses. I somehow could not seem to find anything to write to her. Didnt know what to say. What hopes to raise?

Through my closed eyes, I saw a girl come into the same cabin as me. She seemed to have caught the train at the last moment, a bit short of breath for the effort. She was short and cute, the red hair adding a bit of aggresive tones to a otherwise cute and innocent face. I continued to lay there half asleep, still checking her out while my thoughts were everywhere. She tidied up a bit and left, most likely to the dining car.

After a bit I started to feeel a bit hungry and lonely. So I decided to get up and wash my face. Then walked to the dining car. Just carrying my folder with me, the one that has my pencils and chart paper. You never know when you might see something interesting to put on paper. As I walked into the dining room, I see a few people in there. Families with the children making a racket. I smile vaguely.

Then I see a nice looking and sexy blonde walk up from her table to that of an european or mediteranian looking guy. Looks like some romantic pairing is already happening on this journey.
I run my eyes on her fine form, specially the way the jeans run over her behind. Almost feeeling like running a hand over it.

I move my eyes around and look at the other people. There is a guy sitting at the far end of the car, seemingly busy in his music. And then there is that girl with red hair. The one from his cabin she seemed to be sitting alone in her thoughts too. Once in a while gazing at the guy sitting alone. I decide to sit on a table just a bit away from her. In as way that I can see her profile and also be unobtrusive. There is something about that face which intrigues me. Maybe I could sketch her. Maybe I could get to her mystery when I do that. The possibilities excite me as I reach for the table and place my order for a beer and a sandwich.

I take out my Pad and pencil......looking at the girl, not too obviously and start to sketch the lines on the chart. She turns around a bit and I smile, our eyes meeting as she blushes the color of her hair and smiles back.

 

[sachiaiko]

Shae

IC: I was sitting there all alone at my table, finishing up my pasta. Nothing particularly interesting had taken place while I ate, but I had watched the two people I’d noticed earlier dining together, seemingly enjoying themselves. With a great sigh, I motioned for the waiter to come pick up the empty dish.

“Oh. And do you think I could get a, aaah, I’d love a hot cup of coffee with some of those vanilla international delight creamers if you’ve got any?” I looked up hopefully, and the waiter grinned, nodding his head.

“Sure thing, I’ll have that with you in just a moment, Shae.” During the course of my meal I’d chatted with Frank a bit, he was a nice enough man. Not much to do when you are bored alone on a train with couples and families all about you.

“Thanks, Frank.” I called out as he walked off. Just as he walked out, I noticed I rather my “bunk mate” wander into the dinning car. When I’d come in it had appeared as if he was sleeping, I didn’t want to wake him up to introduce myself, and figured I’d be spending plenty of time with him.

I simply watched while he seated himself alone at a table not to far from mine, and overtly watched as he eyed the blonde gal with the Italian man. I wish some one would look at me like that, I thought to myself, then smiled up at Frank who brought over a steaming cup of java and plenty of those little creamers, giving a cheerful wink then trotting off.

Don’t get my wrong, I knew I was pretty, but pretty and drop dead gorgeous are two different things. Maybe that’s why I hadn’t had that much “practice” in my life. Or maybe I was just too cutesy for most men’s taste. Oh well.

Leaning back in my chair, I wrapped my hands around the hot mug, warming them as I took my first sip. Aaah, perfect. I thought to myself, then gazed around the room for a second time. To my surprise my “room mate” had pulled out some paper and what looked to be some writing utensil and was making long strokes with it against the white paper, then glancing at me. He caught my eyes and smiled at me, and I could feel the color creeping up along my neck and cheeks, maybe I’d thought to soon.

Nibbling my lower lip I watched him openly, and when he looked up again I raised an eyebrow in his direction, obviously curious what he was doing, and not so obviously wishing he’d join her at her table.

 

[sweetlilmandy]

Madeline DuBois

Name: Madeline Olivia DuBois
Age: 26
Sexual Preference: Bisexual
Family History: Madeline was raised an only child to extremely wealthy parents. Her early life consisted of boarding and charm schools. Her father was a self made millionaire, getting his start in the mail room of a large marketing firm. Moving his way up the ladder, he finally became CEO 15 years ago. Her mother was from "old money", inheriting millions after her parents passed away.
Description: Madeline is 5'6 with a models body; long legs, perky tits, flat stomach. Her hair is a deep chestnut color with a soft natural wave. Her eyes are a rich chocolate brown. Her skin is smooth and creamy. She had been taught long ago not to expose her delicate skin to the sun. Gentle laugh lines have formed at the corner of her eyes. Despite her spoiled upbringing, Madeline is a well rounded, well adjusted woman. She is always concerned for others and is very generous with her love and with her money. Her past boyfriends (and girlfriends) were lavished with gifts and with all of Madelines devotion.

OOC: sorry for the long intro... I really have this lady all figured out in my head...lol

IC:

Madeline practically bounced into the dining car of the train. She was so excited. She and her girlfriend had been planning this trip for almost a year. They were going to travel cross country on the train.

Madeline had left her Manhattan apartment earlier that day, making her way to the train station. She had several bags with her which she told the porter she preferred they stayed in her room. She tipped him $50 for his trouble. Madeline almost giggled as she watched his eyes grow large.

The next hour passed in a blur as Madeline was led to her cabin and then settled herself in. She had decided to go and get something to eat while she waited for the next stop.

And so, here was Madeline, standing in the entryway to the dining car, looking for a place to sit. She had pulled her thick hair back into a ponytail, with just a few strands left whisping around her face. She had on a long Hawaiian print wrap skirt with a red tank top tucked in. A half dozen gold bangle bracelets lined one arm and large gold hoop earrings hung from her petite ears. Her strappy sandals made a loud clacking noise as she walked down the dining car aisle and slid into a booth seat.

A waiter stopped at her table, handing her a menu.

"Could you please bring me an iced tea?" she smiled up at the waiter, "My throat is completely parched. I don't think I can go one more minute without a drop of something refreshing. "

"Of course madame. I will give you a minute to look over the menu while I get your drink" the waiter disappeared out of sight.

Madeline turned her attention back to the menu. "Hmmm...." she thought out loud. Her mind turned to her girlfriend. She smiled as she thought of how much fun they would have on this trip. Madeline wondered how long it would take to get to Washington, D.C. That would be the trains first stop before making it's way towards the west. This is also where Madeline's girlfriend, Kelly, would get on board.

OOC: If anyone would like to take on the role of Kelly, please feel free. Otherwise I'll make it as if Kelly backed out and Madeline will find some lovin' with someone else on board the train.

 

[loving4u]

Johann

I take a sip of my beer as I gaze at the girl, focusing on a particular pard of her face and then commiting it to paper. There is a certain vulnerability to that face that attracts me. Like a delicate piece of crystal....which could shatter into pieces if handled roughly. And at the same time the flaming red of her hair adds such a contrast and gives her that air of confidence and self assurance. Vulnerable and Confident. That could make for a heady cocktail. I am getting high on that and starting to imagine what possibilities that might have, when I am snapped out of my dreams by by her looking straight into my eyes.....not blushing a bit this time....her confident side peeking out?.....and raising an eyebrow at me.

Surely you cannot continue to stare at lonely pretty girls for long without them realising what is happening. Women have this uncanny knack of knowing exactly when someone is looking at them and this one also seems to have a knack of looking through me and maybe knowing what I am thinking too. On the top of it, my sketching must surely have attracted attention too.

So I smile back at her, a slightly more intimate smile this time, as having drawn her face, I feeel that much closer to her now. Then I turn the chart paper around to let her see what I was doing.

At the same time I pass my eyes below her face.....I had been concetrating too much on that face till now..........running my eyes now over the curve of her breasts now.......and lower onto her bare waist....mmmmmmmmmmmmm interesting....as I smile back at her to see her reaction.

 

[sachiaiko]

Shae

IC: I couldn’t keep my eyes off his handsome face, and when he lifted up the piece of paper he’d been working on, I gave a little gasp at my own face staring back at me. Somehow it looked more lovely on paper, maybe it was just the way he saw me, maybe I just hadn’t expected to be admired. I flashed him a brilliant smile, cutting my eyes downward for a moment to smother the blush that was fighting to arise again.

I looked back up at him, letting my eyes linger on his lips, mmm, what lovely lips, I thought, tapping my fingernail against my lower lip before tearing my gaze back into his eyes. Taking another sip of my coffee, I watched him for a moment longer, then motioned with one hand to the free chair across from me, arching my eyebrow once again, mouthing the words “Join me?” Silently.

I hoped he’d accept my invitation, I truly wanted a better look at that drawing, or maybe I just wanted a better look at him. I don’t know…

 

[superg]

Frank

OOC: I hope I can join in. Frank the waiter sounds interesting to me.

Name: Frank Capuzzo
Age: 30
Description: 6'1 200 lbs. Muscular build. Dark hair and eyes.

Frank was born and raised in New York. The son of two Italian immigrants he speaks fluent Italian. He loves to travel and meet new people so this waiter job is right down his alley. Frank seems tough at first glance but those who get to know him realize he has a heart of gold.

IC: Just started another cross country trip. God I love this job. The train started out from the station. Well time to work, dinner will be served soon. Set my self in position to meet all the new people I'll be traveling with to LA. The usual sort of people come in, families with rambunctious kids, business people with too much on their minds, and college students going where ever they go. I go about serving people their food noticing some more people coming in.

I got into a conversation with---- (sorry soulchump you didn't giive your name). Wee get to talking about himself. He's from Italy so he's glad I speak Italian. I'm glad too cause I finally get to use it. He's noticed a beautiful woman across the car and I more than willingly get her to sit with my new friend.

Shae was another beautiful rider. She was short but then again I always had a thing for short chicks. And I just loved her red hair. I was so happy when I was able to talk to her for bit. She seemed very nice.

This has certainly been a busy dinner hour with many beautiful people I would love to get to know better. But right now dinner won't serve itself. I'm sure I'll have time to get to know everyone more during my off hours.

OOC: Sorry for the lost post....these first ones always are the worst for me. Anyway I'd like to see how this thing develops.

 

[sachiaiko]

OOC: Welcome to the thread! Shae already thinks Frank's a nice guy You'll have to chat with her some more soon when RP permits!


Did i mention i love RPing?

 

[amon_darknight]

Sky

Sits there by himself, he sees many people in the dinner hall, he notices one particular woman. SHe wears a Long Hawian print skirt and has Brown cheasnut hair. He smiles to himself and thinks he should go adn talk to her. Than he just sips hsi water and turns hsi music up louder. Just thinking of the beauty of that woman and he wishes she would notice him and join him. Since Sky did not have the guts nor the will to go over and talk to her. Sky has never been to good with the ladies. He just thinks to himself as he listens to the music.

 

[loving4u]

Johann

I smile at her as her eyes meet me again, an unknown invitation in them....I hope for something exciting.......as her sexy lips form the words I was secretly hoping for.

I smile........pick up my stuff and my beer and walk over to her table. My eyes continously staring into hers, there seems to be something our eyes are talking to each other on their own. Thoughts much beyond what we are saying in words. I can see the excitement mount in those eyes as I rise and move towards her. The anticipation, the vulnerability back in those eyes.

I draw the chair behind smile at her and sit down.

"Hi there. I was hoping you would let me join you." I say as I offer her my hand, "By the way I am Johann, originally from South Africa, currently on a journey to discover myself."

She takes my hand in hers, the grip firm, as the first touch sends a slight shiver down my spine, making me wonder, what is it about her that has gotten me so intrigued. I was never like this before.

I offer her sketch to her, taking the time to autograph it with my signature, a vain gesture actually, but one that makes me feel good, and offer her to herself.....I mean her sketch to herself.

"You are really a beautiful woman" I say as she looks at the potrait and I run my eyes on her properly. She might not like to highlight it but there seems a hot body in there, I think to myself

 

[sachiaiko]

Shae

IC: I took his hand, smooth against my own, and let the touch linger longer then it strictly had to. I couldn’t help it, smiling into his eyes I somehow felt more desirable, more … Something, I don’t know.

Picking up my cup in my free hand, I took another sip, watching him over the rim of my cup in a way that must have appeared almost coy, although at the time it hadn’t been my intent.

“Hello, Johann, its wonderful to meet you.” I began, letting my hand slip from his a little too slowly. Smiling at him I added, “My name is Shae. I’m actually on my way home from my Journey around the US. You’ve got a beautiful name,” I commented trying vainly to keep the blush from my cheeks.

As he pulled the sketch out and signed it, I was a little shocked at the likeness of me. He’d drawn my hair a little more wild then I usually wore it, but it looked lovely, and it made me truly admired, it was a nice feeling, and I relished it.

“You really are quite an amazing Artist” My voice trailed off softly, punctuated by my tongue moistening my lips. “You make me look so lovely.”

“You are a beautiful woman,” He said, and my eyes flicked up to his, what little control I had managed to wield over my blushing crashing to the ground. Oh Dear, So much for appearing massively confidant. I promised myself I’d keep trying, but something about this man made me feel supremely vulnerable, and honestly, I liked the feeling.

“Thank you – “ I began slowly, biting my lower lip before returning the compliment, “You are an incredibly handsome man, “ I caught his eyes roaming over me, and couldn’t help but smile. Well, I did promise myself to reassert my confidence.

“You like the view?” I asked, letting a bit of that confidence out once again while taking another sip of hot coffee, letting out a satisfied sigh to hide her blush.