amanda katrina tumlin
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Post by amanda katrina tumlin on Nov 10, 2011 10:50:51 GMT -5
     amanda was pretty much bored out of her ever loving mind here. she had nothing with her, because she wasn't fucking prepared. honestly all she wanted to do was punch the damn boy in his head for at least not calling her and telling her an hour early so she could grab her damn guitar and book. the only two things she really didn't want to leave behind. but too late really. at least she was away from everything, alex, the constant knowledge that she fucked everything up. after talking to hope, mel telling everything that she was working up the courage to say. well it just screwed everything up more. but she was away from that. away from alex and his love for hope,. away from hope and connor and all those people she hurt but cared for. away from all those people she fucked because her head was so messed up she didn't really care. but now it was all just fucking with her and she wanted to go back in time, not walk into that room.
it was way too late for that, so she was here. surrounded by people she didn't know or trust. though for the most part she was fine with that. for th most part. she told adrian that he better find some way to keep her from being bored out of her ever loving mind or she was seriously going to chop that damn penis of his off. even if she did like it. a lot. that didn't matter at this moment. what mattered was she was bored. she was sitting on the bed she slept on thinking about what she did to alex. what was she supposed to do? just let him walk away without some sort of repercussions? they might have had some odd truce type thing going on, but he shot adrian. he must of known something that had to do with her knife was going to happen. she was glad that she didn't have her knife with her, she didn't want it anymore. yeah she kind of did, not knowing who would be coming in and out of this place. not trusting any of them. but she didn't need the things that came with it. the hurting the people she cared about. connor to be exact. the boy became like a brother she never had and was there for her at times and it as nice. but she harmed him and it hurt her inside.
she laid down and closed her eyes, trying to not think about it at all. trying her hardest to forget. that's what she wanted and needed.
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Post by adrian william miller on Nov 11, 2011 20:52:49 GMT -5
Guess what? Getting shot in the shoulder is a very painful process, which involves having some weird man dig a bullet out with a knife. NOT FUCKING FUN. Since his ‘operation’, his shoulder had been stiff and weak, but apparently exercise was supposed to help, so he decided to disconnect the IV and wander around, examining his new living area. It was nice of Mr. Hoffman to offer his place as a safe house, but Adrian couldn’t help but wonder what the catch was. Teachers didn’t normally help mentally unstable teenagers escape from one of the best mental psyche schools on the continent.
Adrian wandered into another room, which appeared to be a small gym, with racks of types of ‘primitive’ weaponry lining the walls; maces, spears, what looked like 100 different sword types. Excited, he ran up to the sword racks. He loved swords, almost as much as explosives, so you know they were up there on his ‘awesome’ list. They were just so honorable, no pointing and shooting, actual effort was needed to use them properly. As long as he was going to be staying here, he was probably going to spend tons of time in here, just practicing with all the different weapons.
Picking a Greek Xiphos, he strapped the scabbard to his belt and bolted out of the room, heading towards Amanda’s room. Who cares if he just got shot days ago, he just found the best training weapons on the planet. He flung the door to Amanda’s room open and started beckoning her with his good arm. “Come on come on come on come on come onnnnnnnnn!” He said, bubbling with excitement before running back towards the weapon filled room. Amanda OUTFIT: HereWORD COUNT: 300 NOTES: DAMN YOU AND YOUR 450 WORDS |
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amanda katrina tumlin
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Post by amanda katrina tumlin on Nov 13, 2011 14:22:55 GMT -5
amanda was just about to drift to sleep, boredom was getting to her and she kind of wanted to curl up and die without her guitar and book. but since dying wasn't exactly an option she wanted to take up on, she decided sleep was the same. but the moment her body was going under the spell of sleep and her brain would be taken over by either sweet dreams or horrid nightmares, she heard a familiar and way too peppy voice. her eyes flew open, she just wanted to sleep but the look on his face made her sit up. "calm yourself. i'm moving."
standing up she shook her head and looked at him. she did kind of miss this, just being herself. even if she didn't feel like herself, she'd force it. force out her usual remarks to be normal again. maybe if she pretended to be normal for long enough she'll go back go guy hating, penis threatening amanda. much better than slutty hoe, lets go fuck the world amanda that she had come to be. biting down on her lip, she ran a hand through her hair and walked over to him, pulling on the sleeves of her jacket.
"so what the fuck are we..." then her eyes finally took in the sword and she sighed. only adrian would spend time in this place for a few days and find weapons. it didn't surprise her any at all and kind of explained his way too estatic attitude when he walked in. "now that i know what the hell made you so god damn happy, what exactly are we doing?" she knew what the hell was involved but what the actual thing they were doing, well that was lost to her. for some reason she wasn't thinking about a sword fight.
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Post by adrian william miller on Nov 14, 2011 19:06:48 GMT -5
An extremely excited Adrian raced down the hallway with a tired Amanda in tow, but he didn’t care if she was too tired to exercise, that was just too damn bad. He smiled as he inquired about their destination. “I found this awesome room full of cool sparring weapons and we are going to have fuuunnnnnn…” He said, dragging on the word to show HOW MUCH FUN it would be.
Practically running at full speed, Adrian burst through the door to the weapons room and ran to the sword rack. After deciding that Amanda should wield a French Gladius because it was about the same length as his sword, he gently handed it over to her as if he was handling a small child. “We are going to sword fight. Because sword fighting is awesome. And that is all that needs to be said.” He proclaimed, smiling as he pulled two quillon daggers from the rack and passed one over to Amanda.
Adrian stepped to the other side of the training mat and drew his sword, admiring its shininess. Feeling the edge with his thumb, discovering that the blade was just sharp enough to cut through skin, as shown by his slightly bleeding thumb. “Ok, so. Swing, block, dodge, try not to die. No mercy.” He explained the rules before slowly stalking over to Amanda, sword raised. Amanda WORD COUNT: 235 NOTES: Tits
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amanda katrina tumlin
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Post by amanda katrina tumlin on Nov 16, 2011 11:26:56 GMT -5
amanda rolled her eyes as she followed him, a lot less ecstatic than he was and a hell of a lot more tired. "so you are bringing the crazy girl with a history of stabbing and almost killing people...to a room full of sharp objects?" totally smart move, and she was so close to punching this boy for making her get up when she was practically in dreamland, where she wanted to be now. not in some room full of things she could care less about, unless it was something she could use to hit adrian with for waking her up. she also didn't want to do this cause one, she could care less and two, adrian was still hurt. didn't seem like smart idea to the blonde.
the girl took the sword slowly, not knowing what the hell to do. she quirked her brow at the boy, why the hell did she need to be doing this. she wanted to kill him right now for waking her up and then expecting her to fight him. an injured boy. an injured boy she loved to be more exact. though she had a feeling there really was no getting out of this. "no all that needs to be said is that you are fucking insane," she said taking the dagger and tempted to throw it at his leg and walk away. though there was no real fun in that? not really.
"no mercy? so i can chop your penis off without having to feel bad about it. hmm, maybe i do like this idea after-all," she joked with a smirk. she was a bit worried, not because she was afraid she'd hurt adrian but that he'd hurt her. cause honestly? right now she didn't want to die. that feeling would be saved for another day, another time. she held the sword awkwardly, she wasn't used to something this big and it was freaking weird. "i'm so going to lose," she muttered to herself before looking up at adrain and shaking her head. "you seriously suck," she said before licking her lips and sighing. she was embracing her defeat, even if it pained her to do so. she hated losing but this was an inevitable loss.
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Post by adrian william miller on Dec 4, 2011 1:30:06 GMT -5
Smiling, Adrian twirled the sword in his hand. “I was hoping your experience with sharp objects would make you a formidable opponent.” He explained, winking at her slyly. “Maybe you could even best me if you get lucky.” He was a little cocky, and he knew it, but apparently your confidence discourages your opponent, so he was going to act as if he was the best swordsman ever if it helped him win. Although, maybe he should let Amanda win, just to be a gentleman. Was that what gentlemen did as they fought their women to the near death?
Hearing Amanda threaten his penis seemed like something any guy would flinch at, but Adrian just smirked. He was used to this kind of abuse, but didn’t think it would stop anytime soon. “Whatever you say, Angel.” He taunted back, walking closer and closer to Amanda, sword up and ready. “Come on now, wheres the confident Amanda I know and love? And not as much as you-“ He spun around and knocked her sword with his, finishing his sentence “BLOW!” as the metal scraped against each other. After, hopefully distracting her, he spun again and aimed for a few inches in front of her face, just trying to scare her. Amanda WORD COUNT: 215 NOTES: Tireddd |
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Post by amanda katrina tumlin on Dec 11, 2011 17:54:17 GMT -5
amanda just rolled her eyes at him, "yes if by formidable you mean possibly kill you, then you make the right assumption." of course the blonde was only kidding, she would never purposely harm adrian. especially not after all the crap she put him through, which would be her downfall. because she was going to be extra careful, okay well just a bit careful. she wasn't going to take it easy but she was going to watch what she was doing. of course if he took it easy on her, she'd get pissed and probably punch him and take it way out of proportion because that's just how the blonde did everything.
it was true, the blonde did threaten his penis quite a bit and she didn't really plan on stopping. why? because it was entertaining. plus adrian knew she'd never really get rid of his penis because in fact, she did like it a bit. "loser," she said before the metal scraped against each other.
of course the girl was distracted and about to mutter one of her ever present comebacks when she watched adrian spin around and her movement was a bit slow slow, her sword crashing into his only right before it would come into contact with her face. the blonde was a bit scared but she was queen at keeping her fear in check, and she did. she kept her hands steady and just smirked. "yes but i don't hear you complaining about how much i do that," she let the comeback roll off her lips and met his gaze head on.
the blonde honestly knew nothing about sword fighting but she would try her damn hardest. all thoughts of playing nice went away when his sword came inches from her face. she pushed off on his with her own before spinning around and aiming the sharp object at his right arm. half-expecting him to block it.
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Post by adrian william miller on Dec 12, 2011 17:11:38 GMT -5
Adrian smirked at Amanda's comeback, knowing full well that he would never complain about anything she did, regardless. "That's because you're so damn good at it." He sighed, slipping into his little fantasy world for a couple of seconds before remembering he was in the middle of a fight and day dreaming about Amanda half naked and sucking cock wasn't going to help him win. Ignoring the twitching in his pants, he tried his hardest to remain concentrated on the Amanda in front of him. After he whipped the sword by her face, Adrian noticed a sudden change in Amanda, as if she wasn't afraid of hitting him. This was proven as she swung at him, full force. He jumped back as the sword slashed through the air in front of his arm and chest area. This is just the Amanda he wanted; the one who wasn't afraid to beat on him. "Thats it, babe. Get mad. You want to kill me." He encouraged, walking slowly in a tight half circle before he slashed at her stomach horizontally. Adrian didn't really know what he would do if he actually hit her. He was trying his hardest to pull back before his sword actually made contact in anyway. He still felt horrible for cutting up Hope in the kitchen; he loved her, but he had been going through a rough patch. He still didn't understand how Amanda got to break up with him when he kissed Hope accidentally, but he stayed with her after she slept around. Maybe it was because he loved her so much, but that begged the question: Did Amanda love him back? Amanda WORD COUNT: 280 NOTES: :3 |
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Post by amanda katrina tumlin on Dec 16, 2011 13:39:56 GMT -5
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