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Post by ALEXANDER THORSON on Jun 2, 2010 11:08:32 GMT -6
Alexander Thorson was attending a party, a good friend and constant follower had told him it would be a cool event, and full of plenty of people of a similar mindset. It appeared to be true too, Alexander was sitting on a couch, with half a dozen people he had never met but hanging on his words sitting with him around a coffee table. "Hey...Alex...how come in your last book you never referred to the president by name?" asked one girl with enough colours in her hair for the original to be an answer to "twenty questions." Alexander himself was adorned in his usual attire, which was admittedly rather strange looking, not typical of a party. The protective blue suit with the currently dim but often lit, excess electricity releasing pads and his power belt, a pair of heavy duty boots and his fingerless gloves. His hair was tied back and goatee looking slightly better then usual. "Well...." he started before taking a deep sip from the bottle of miller in his hand (they had nothing European) "I do not mention him by name to avoid personalizing him, he's but a spokes person, I would be surprised if they even let him in on the meetings these days." he replied, a relaxed, casual smile on his face. Yes...it was an enjoyable party indeed. ((*There's a clickity in there for his wearing!*)) |
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Post by celestina on Jun 2, 2010 20:53:45 GMT -6
Wearing: This Little Number
Cel was crashing a party. One last one before she went to her new home in New Orleans right? She'd eventually have to get a place here, but for now, she was happy where she was. New Orleans had always been a bit of a fairy tale for her. She had wanted to live there since Adam first spoke of it some years ago. She sighed and pushed her hair out of her face. She had gone out sans dreads tonight. She didn't want to fuss and bother with them. Beyond that, there was rain predicted and.. well.. that wouldn't of gone very well for her. They wouldn't of fallen out.. she just hated getting her dreads wet. They didn't last nearly as long.
She wore something modest, not wanting to attract that much attention to herself. From what she had seen in New York, her hair was pretty tame in comparison. She slid out of the taxi and walked straight into the home as if she owned it. She smirked and took a drink, waving at a stranger. They meekly waved back, trying to remember who exactly Cel was. She moved quickly away, finding a small hidey hole. She'd stay there for a bit before establishing herself. She found a small group of people gathered around a single person. She settled towards the back and listened to the conversation.
Cel smirked a little as she watched the group damn near worship this man. She didn't know who he was, but she would have to find out. She eyed him and the suit. He was a special cupcake, if nothing else. She lit a cigarette and took a slow drag off it as she watched people interact with him, asking him questions. She gave a half snort when he spoke of the American president. She looked around as everyone else did, wondering who would dare snort at this man. He was a god! She shrugged her shoulders some and returned her attention to him.
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Post by ALEXANDER THORSON on Jun 3, 2010 19:30:57 GMT -6
As Alexander continued to speak, there was a moment of looking about, of trying to spot someone, his eager listeners tried to find someone who had snorted at the God of Strength. While they may have missed, Alexander had far keener senses. Not offended however, he raised an interested eyebrow at the girl. "If I did not know any better I'd say there was one of little faith amongst us..." he started with a smile. "Might I ask your name?" he continued.
"And perhaps you'd be so good as too tell me what of my message you appear to have such a little opinion of?" he asked, taking a deep drink from his bottle, before placing it down on the glass coffee table before them. The Godling leaned forward, elbows placed on his knees, one hand enveloping the other as they met to support his chin.
((I just noticed in her wearing set, there's no underwear, if that's what you were hoping for in the thread you should have just told me ;D))
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Post by celestina on Jun 4, 2010 20:54:26 GMT -6
 [ ;P Cel doesn't believe in underwear. ]
Cel wanted to curse. She had been caught. She gave a light smile and raised her brows some. "It's hard to have faith in anything anymore." She moved to where she could be seen. Most gave her a dirty look, but she ignored them. "My name?" She paused considering what name she should give the man in front of her. She shook her head and settled down on a seat that had been previously unoccupied. "Murphy. Call me Murphy." She smirked at him. "A nickname. I don't know your name, you'll have to forgive me.."
Cel settled in and watched Thorson carefully. "What message? That the American president sucks? Wow. Big shocker there. I mean, look at their track record." She shook her head. "Do you have other messages? I'd love to hear them.." She shook her head and leaned back. "So you write books, I'll assume. What sort of books, if I might inquire..?" She raised her brows, a little curious.
Cel's eyes roamed around the group. She gave them all eat-shit-and-die looks as they scowled at her. She wasn't one to be easily intimidated. These men and women certainly wouldn't scare her now.
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Post by bradleybraddock on Jun 6, 2010 15:11:24 GMT -6
Bradley was not too sure about this, sure the guest he was accompanying was invited to the party. Hell she was a Stark she was invited anywhere with the power that name held but he was just her chaperone. Riley was the younger of Tony Stark's children with the former X-man Dazzler and the young woman standing next to him had lived a life of privlage and luxury very much unlike his own life. He turned to the younger woman and gave her a weak smile "So lets try not to cause to much of a scene huh Riles?" Although this was his first day on the job with the party girl he had grown to like her in the short time he had known the girl. He opened the door and watched the crowds turn around to acknoweledge their prescence. Riley did always make a scene whether she meant to or not.
First thing he noticed was the Norse god, Bradley was trained to always pick up on the biggest threat in any situation. No matter if it was in battle or a simple house party. The hulk of a man towering over most of the other party goers was a wall of muscle, built like a verifiable shit brick house. The tall blond seemed to demand attention upon him but not in a needy way, in a way that it was just expected. Bradley had to admit that he was a little intimidated by the supposed god of strength. He didn't know how much a little earth shaking or gusts of winds could do against an Asgardian, but if push came to shove he would definitly give it a shot. He walked in staying close to Riley and continuing to keep an eye on the rest of the crowd. Making his way to the bar he picked up a beer and popped the top off quickly and took a sip. He watched a small comotion as a woman standing off to the side had stood up to the god on his views and his book. Bradley had to give the her girl her props, she had real cahones. Not only for standing up to the man but doing it at a party filled with fans of his. Even as she spoke she was getting dagger looks from the authours fans. If he didn't know any better they looked as if they were going to flay the woman alive were she stood.
Braddock had to admit that he aggreed with the woman, president bashing was so old hat. He was tired of hearing about how the president did this or he sucked because of this. He wished these basher woulld atleast find a new platform. Taking a longer sip of his drink he moved closer to the argument hoping to hear the gods answer. He looked around until he spotted Riley and upon seeing her, settled on to a wall close to the action but far enough to go unnoticed.
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word count: 501
tags: Thorson, Cel, and Riley
listening to: California girls by Katy Perry
mood: Happy
other lyrics: i'm not a thief, i'm a treasure hunter by a skylit drive
made by: callie!
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Post by riley on Jun 6, 2010 17:17:55 GMT -6
if you let me i could, i'd show you how [/i] ,[/size] to build your fences set restrictions *[/font]
( THE CONSTANT BATTLE THAT YOU HATE TO FIGHT JUST BLAME THE LIME LIGHT! )
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"You don't know me at all" Riley said with wicked grin and a wink to her 'chaperone', she hated that her parents had decided that she needed watched everywhere she went that wasn't on SHIELD CCTV, but as chaperones went, Bradly wasn't to bad. He was pretty tasty actually. The brunette adjusted her boobs in the tube top before entering through the opened door, nodding a quick thanks to the Brit as she tried her best to look 'casual'. It wasn't one of her skills, nor was stealth, so when heads turned in her direction she wasn't surprised.
She offered a quick grin and a wave to the guy who had invited her, though him seeing her with another guy turned his face sour quicker than anything she had ever seen. Dad had given her a cockblock. Inwardly groaning she made a beeline for the bar and poured herself a JD on the rocks, taking a beer too for a chaser (and two drinks meant less time walking to and from the bar, huzzah!).
Only as she turned did she tune in to the intellectual argument, it was odd to see such a gathering at a booze up, but it seemed to be the centerpiece of the shindig, seeing that someone had turned the music down way low. She eyed the large blonde man, something in the back of her mind niggling, wanting her to remember that she knew him. But it was gone. The petite woman who was challenging him, she didn't know, she was sure of it, but she loved her hair.
Edging closer the heiress leaned on the wall close to Brad, sipping at the JD before commenting "Tough crowd" in a hushed tone.
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Post by ALEXANDER THORSON on Jun 11, 2010 10:37:40 GMT -6
Does she believe in sex on the first date? ;D "Well Murphy, tis a pleasure, I am Alexander Thorson." he smiled with a nod, before giving a hearty smile and chuckle as she worked out he wrote books and asked about them. "My writings concern themselves with social reform, political awareness and I attempt to instill a sense of confidence that some have described as self-help." explained the supposed God of Strength. Others had joined, including Riley Stark. His gaze only stayed at her for a moment though, it wasn't hard for him to spot the gent she was with, if he wasn't positive that Riley was who he thought she was, he was certain after spotting her....date? His straight back and what not, he was clearly talented enough to avoid looking like a bodyguard, Alexander was not so easily fooled, he had dealt with many officials from S.H.I.E.L.D, trying to work out just who or what he was. |
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Post by celestina on Jun 11, 2010 17:21:19 GMT -6
  She does believe in it if she is feeling it. ;P,
tags; Solstice , notes; I still <3 Riley's face for this! , status; Sitting pretty in a den of rabid fangirls...
lyrics by pink , template by rozz of caution 2.0 , banner by cel , wearing this[/font] Cel watched Thorson's eyes. She turned with him, eyeing the people he was looking at. She raised a brow, having no idea who they were. She shrugged and turned back around to face the god. Her brows raised as she lit her cigarette. She took a drag from it and eyed someone's beer can. She tapped her ashes into the empty can. She gave him a bit of a smirk. "You don't mind, right?" She really wouldn't care if the man did. He wasn't her concern at the moment. She looked back at Thorson and considered him for a moment.
"So.. your books are nothing more than your own ideals shoved down people's throats like a cock on pay day? Or am I getting it wrong?" Cel ignored the angry murmurs. She gave a slight shrug and cast an indifferent look to all of them. She'd never see these people again. Why should she give two shits what they thought. Her eyes trained on Thorson's. "I can see you're a nice guy." She looked around at the people around her, still getting dirty looks. She shook her head and sighed. She looked back at Thorson and raised a brow. "But you want your ideas spoken of in a forum type of situation, beyond your..." There was a slight pause in her voice as she made a face. "... self help work, right? That's why you wrote it down. To make people think."
Cel leaned back some and took another drag from her cigarette, once again depositing it into the man's empty beer can. She crossed her legs and got comfortable. This might actually be fun. It had been a while since she got into a debate at a party. People brought out interesting points when they weren't so self concious about their own thoughts. She leaned forward, wishing she had a drink in hand to motion with, but she settled for her cigarette. "Your "followers" don't seem so keen on letting any voice but your own be heard. Isn't that against your basic message? Think for yourself and be confident in your own opinion? Or at least I'm guessing the think for yourself part."
"I will admit, I am rather ignorant of you." She eyed Thorson carefully and leaned forward. "I'd love to talk with you further though.." She eyed the people around him. "Speaking in front of your crowd makes me a little nervous. I might get shanked on the way out of this place tonight." She let out a soft laugh and dropped what remained of her cigarette in the man's can. She blew out her smoke and watched Thorson. He's the one that mattered in this group.
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Post by bradleybraddock on Jun 11, 2010 22:26:07 GMT -6
Bradley smiled slightly as Riley slid beside him a drink in hand, she was truly her daughters father. Grabbing the girls glass he took a sniff of the beverage and took a sip. The two had quickly taken a brother sisterly role towards one another at least thats how Bradley saw it. He couldn't help but feel like a teenager himself around the younger woman. She had a free spirit that was infectious. Even though he was pissed at first to be stuck on baby sitting duty, he quickly began to enjoy hanging out with the younger Stark. Handing her back her drink with a teasing smile he heard her whisper"Tough crowd" in a quiet tone.
Bradley glanced back at the rest of the party goers they seemed to be wrapped up in the conversation between the small woman and this god of strength or whatever gimmick he was using to sell his books. Turning back to Riley he replied simply
"Yea this girls going to get her self strung up"
motioning his head toward the small crowd that now surrounded the two people. Bradley pulled a cigarette out of the pack he kept in his shirt pocket and put it to his lips. Pulling out his lucky golden lighter he lit the cigarette and took a deep drag before exhaling smoothly. He finished his beer placing the empty bottle on a table top next to them. He almost choked at a comment the woman, Murphy he thought her name was had said
"So.. your books are nothing more than your own ideals shoved down people's throats like a cock on pay day? Or am I getting it wrong?"
This woman had real balls he thought for the umpteenth time. His laughter this time was much louder than before and the fans already seething at the comment looked as though they were about to burst into full on mob mode. They all turned around to find the source of the laughter. Bradley turned a slight shade of red. His cigarette hanging out of his mouth loosely as he scratched the back of his head and tried to give them his best apologetic smile.
"Come on guys loosen up, you got to admit it was pretty damn funny."
Smiling again he had no idea how he was going to get out of this situation. The peoples anger had turned quickly from the Murphy character towards the brit. For a bunch of social activist these people looked pretty damn pissed. He looked at Riley as if to say, say something...save me.
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tags: Riley
listening to: Gold Lion Yeah,Yeah,Yeahs
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other lyrics: i'm not a thief, i'm a treasure hunter by a skylit drive
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Post by riley on Jun 12, 2010 23:28:30 GMT -6
if you let me i could, i'd show you how [/i] ,[/size] to build your fences set restrictions *[/font]
( THE CONSTANT BATTLE THAT YOU HATE TO FIGHT JUST BLAME THE LIME LIGHT! )
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Social reform and political...whatever were not suitable topics for a house party, maybe a book club. Maybe I've accidentally walked into a bookclub, she thought as she eyed the bar, nah far too much hard liquor for a book club, there would be more wine.
She went to take a sip of her harder beverage when she found it swiped from her clutches, the look on her face was one of shear disgust. Disgust at him sipping at her drink, and the fact that she looked pretty silly now holding an air cup to her lips. For her own good or no, he couldn't have asked. "Smooth agent Bond, for that you owe me a martini" She hissed taking the cup back, half listening to the aqua haired womans rebuttal.
As she sipped she had to admit that she was making a lot of sense, Riley had read some self help books while she was in collage, as per her therapists request, and had perused Thorsons book. But things people told her to do never went down so well in her subconscious, she guessed this 'Murphy' was the same. Though it was only an assumption.
She couldn't help but grin at the quip, mainly it was hearing the word 'cock' used in a serious argument, not that she would admit to being so childish out loud. Her deep brown eyes flicked to Brad as he tried to defend both her and his little giggle, she caught the 'I'm in trouble glance' quickly. "James" She held out her drinks to him, forcing the fake brittish accent as she did.
"Well, this has to be the dullest party I've ever been to" She pushed herself forward, taking some of the spotlight and the heat away from Murphy and her chaperone "And i would say I'm something of a connoisseur in that department" She wriggled her lithe body into the gathering of fangirls and boys, flashing her winning smile at everyone including Thorson, the last thing he wanted was a bust up over his literature "I think everyone, including our Mr. Thorson came here for a good time and what is a good time without..." She bent over and flipped on the sound system "...Music!" She yelled, holding her hands up in triumph.
Hopefully, crisis averted. All systems returning within normal parameters.
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Post by ALEXANDER THORSON on Jun 15, 2010 18:27:29 GMT -6
"Worry not about my friends.....they came to me because they were looking for a better way.....we're a friendly and fun loving lot...I'm sure its just the drink." Alexander started, he seemed to be saying it to them more so then her, and sure enough they eased off, some even looked a little ashamed at their own actions..some. Alexander was over six hundred pounds of supposed God Muscle, if he wanted to shove his ideals down someones throat like "a cock on pay day" he could do it easily, and it would involve a magical...or technological....hammer leveling the white house and pentagon before a warning to the world....but his mission on Midgard was to help humanity fix itself, not strong arm it!
"I would say you are doing my a wrong to suggest I force my ideals down other peoples throats......I do not force anyone to purchase my book, when I make public speeches none are forced to attend and in the rare appearance I've made on the t.v. nobody is forced to watch the channel. There have been some peaceful protests..." not that the media would give him the luxury of reporting the peaceful part. "But when it comes to polluting the oceans or the death sentence, I fill a peaceful protest is far from an improper way to putting across a groups view." The Thorson simply wanted his message to be heard, if people turned away it was, regrettable in his opinion, but it was the awareness was the important part! Even if only one person for every twenty who heard Alexander speak started to watch less T.V. and take more healthy walks in his day, or went fishing with their son or choosing to speak up when the local corrupt authority failed them, then he might still reach quite a number!
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Post by celestina on Jun 16, 2010 7:57:18 GMT -6
"There's Zoloft, Wellbutrin, there's Paxil thats proven - no side effects, but the rest left unnamed
cuz they work like a charm on me",
tags; Riley! ♥ , notes; Gotta love Cel's mouth , status; wanting to bow for her giggling audience.
lyrics by pink , template by rozz of caution 2.0 , banner by cel , wearing this [/font] Cel watched as the hounds seemed to back off from her haunches. She smirked and crossed her legs as her foot began tapping in the air. She nodded to Thorson. "Good. I'd hate to have to leave because they were getting too rowdy.." She gave him a kidding face. She knew they wouldn't go after her. Right? Right? She shook her head some and looked behind her at the two that had laughed at her comment. She gave them a "good, someone got it" smile and turned back around. She'd have to keep tabs on them so she could talk with them later.
"Oh, no. If you forced people to do things, you would be a dictator and your changes would be rather moot once someone took you down. Then their own philosphy would be pressed to the top while yours dwindled and died in the shadow of obscurity." She shook her head some. "I didn't mean you were forcing people to buy anything. I meant within the context of your book. The words written. Most self help books are self righteous in such a fashion. They believe themselves to be the only one existance when there are thousands apon thousands waiting to be picked up off the shelf." She shook her head and waved her hand in front of her face. "I'm getting off topic now." She smiled at Thorson, finally giving him a good once over. Her eyes locked with his as she tilted her head to the side.
As she opened her mouth, Riley began demanding more drinking. Cel turned and smirked. A girl after her own heart. She stood and walked over, patting Thorson on the shoulder. She gave him a wink before turning and walking towards the alcohol. "Shots!"
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