Hobbies [[Tripp]]

[Solana]

Solana needed to clear her head.

She was, strangely, becoming used to serenity.

So all this change; Justin freaking on Cris, Cris freaking on her, Kal in a love triangle with the fucking pregnant birdwoman and Red, and, of course, the fact that Neffreak was pregs in the first place was becoming too much to deal with. She'd, at the very least, found a way to deal with the fact that the man she was imprinted with was off humping some new whore every five minutes by hooking up with Marluxia. But all the stress, and the fact that she actually had people she cared enough to worry about, was boiling up in her; and there were no longer enough bad reds meandering about for her to zap when she needed to. So she couldn't use her affinity, either.

The brunette, clad in only the tight bondage around her upper body and midsection and a pair of body-hugging black workout pants, stepped into the clearing, suddenly feeling the need to smoke. She pulled out a cigarette, pressed it to her lips, and grumbled darkly when she realized she didn't have a lighter.

"Shit." She blatantly felt up her back and front pockets, then slumped down to sit on a rock. The fresh pain seared through her stomach, still, somehow, raw from the knifefight, and draped her arms over her knees, legs spread and hands dangling between them. It wasn't like it really bothered her anymore; the fight with Justin had caused her pain tolerance to go waay, way up, and she'd been dealing with the fucking wound long enough already. She'd ascertained that drinking from Kalona or one of his little sons would cure her, but she was not doing that again, it had gotten her in enough trouble already.

The brunette raked a hand through her hair, again absentmindedly putting the unlit cigarette to her lips, then dropping her hand again.

Smoking, sex, and pain.

She needed to find new hobbies.



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[Tripp]

Nothing this night was very interesting. Not at all. Tripp had spent some time at the club Burned but grew bored quickly, which was unlike him. He ate up the attention that the club provided. Also the outlet on the stage was almost like a drug…but tonight he just didn’t feel up to it. So now he found himself aimlessly wondering on his way back to the House. Thoughts of the Halloween Dance slipped through his mind as he came upon the clearing. He wondered if that blue haired chick ever noticed the skull he had burned into her flesh right on her hip. She had to of noticed…hell it wouldn’t exactly feel awesome when she sobered up. The thought of the look on her face made him grin. He knew it wouldn’t be long before the little druggie found her way back to him…some just always needed a fix.

Suppressing a yawn of sheer boredom Tripp’s eyes fell on a figure sitting in the clearing. Wonderful. Things were going to get so much more interesting. At least she was attractive, a little scraped up, but whatever. He lingered in the tree line’s shadows for a moment…watching her fumble a cigarette into her lush lips. Tripp inhaled deeply pulling the night air in to fill his lungs. The usual wicked smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Need a light?” He reclined against a near tree for a moment, pulling his own cigarette from a pack and flipping his Zippo open to light the end. He took a good drag before pushing off the tree and closing the distance between them in a few strong strides.

He flicked the zippo once more and held it out to her. The action was actually out of character for him. Normally he wasn’t very gentlemanly. Smooth. Yes. Clever. Yes. Sexy. Yes. A gentlemen. No. Women had there place and that place was under him, in the kitchen or doing something else that women were meant for. He didn’t take a seat next to her, instead he stood a step back from her taking another drag and entertaining himself by blowing a few smoke rings in the air before speaking. “You know it isn’t exactly a good idea for a chick to be wondering the woods at night…” He flashed a playful grin her direction. “There are things that go bump in the night wandering about…” He tucked his zippo back in his pocket and gave her a sly smile.

Words: 417
Muse: ok
Outfit: ~*~Outfit~*~
Notes: Sorry it’s a fail (-.-)

[Solana]

“Need a light?”

The gruff voice came out of the line of trees behind Solana, and the brunette froze after the jolt of adrenaline caused her body to start.

Dammit, she was losing her cool.

Solana rested her hand--the one without a cigarette in it--on the rock. Okay, if he wanted to attack her, he would have done it by now. She turned slowly; dark eyes narrowed.

"You want to stop being such a fucking creeper?" One brow raised as he, openly suave, glided over to her with a lighter. As he stepped into the stream of moonlight through the trees, Solana saw two things that suddenly warmed her towards this stranger. One, he was a black, too. Two, he was hot. It suddenly occurred to her that the binding around her midsection was much more medical then actually functional clothing; but, hey, it covered enough for her.

The girl stood when he stepped forward, her stomach uncomfortably close to the little flame in his outstretched hand. She plucked his cigarette out of his mouth, took a long, pointed drag, then turned her head to the right and blew grey tendrils into the air. She flashed her signature, arrogant, almost-grin and put the cigarette back between his lips before leaning down to light her own from his lighter.

"Thanks." She took a drag from her own cigarette, holding the smoke in her mouth as she spoke.

"So. We're both menthol smokers and Kal supporters." She smirked again, resting a hand on her hip. "Let's be best friends."

As her lips formed the sarcastic words, Solana's eyes sweeped over his body. Hmmn. Tatoos; this guy was defiantly no blue pussy. Solana's eyes shot back to his.

Hopefully he knew what he was getting himself into.

“You know it isn’t exactly a good idea for a chick to be wondering the woods at night… There are things that go bump in the night wandering about…”

His sly grin was matched only by hers.

Solana crossed her arms and cocked a hip, one sculpted brow again raising.

"Don't you worry about me, kid. I'm a big strong girl. I can take care of myself." Solana's lips, still tugging up at one side, stayed paired with the arrogance in her eyes. She blew out the soft swirl of smoke and took another drag; blowing to the right before tilting her head at him, eyes darkening just slightly.

"Who the fuck are you, anyway?"



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[Tripp]

A hearty laugh came up from deep within him. She was amusing. He didn’t bother addressing her creeper comment. In fact he had been creeping slightly, but it was a natural instinct for someone like him. It wasn’t wise to go into a situation with out looking it over first. It was just plain stupid to jump into things like that, Tripp liked to be prepared, that way he would usually come out on top. He didn’t even flinch when she swipe his cigarette out of his mouth and put it to her luscious lips to take a drag of it herself, before placing back in his now growing grin. He just nodded at her tanks, his eyes finally appreciating her exceptional forum.

A chuckle forced the smoke of the last pull on his cigarette out of his mouth and nose. Friends. Now that was funny. Tripp had no friends, he didn’t really bother to make any. Now enemies? He had plenty of those, all to scared of him to step up and face him. Fucking pussies. Friend or enemy didn’t matter with her…if anyone knew how to appreciated the extraordinary physique of a woman like her, it would be Tripp. He did spend a lot of time using this girl, getting that one stoned out of her damn mind or scaring the freaking daylights out of another…but this one? This one in front of him….he wasn’t sure which way it would lead as of that exact moment.

“Oh believe me I won’t.” He dropped his cigarette but and put it out with the toe of his motorcycle boot. Sarcasm laced heavily in his next words. “Because clearly you are in excellent shape.” Tripp scooped up a fallen stick from the ground and swung his arm, hurling it into the edge of the forest. The hooded flannel he was wearing hid the most of the toned areas of his upper body, but it didn’t hide the bulk of his clearly fit form. The hat on his head was worn in his normal fashion-backwards. He really felt like taking out his motorcycle that evening but something gave him a strong urge to walk. It didn’t hurt to stay in shape. He turned around back to her. She had a bit of a mouth on her and he couldn’t help but smirk. “I’m a lot of things….” Smirk growing wider. “But…you can call me Tripp.”

He didn’t extend his hand, pulled another cigarette out and tucked it behind his ear for a little later and picked up another stick to toss.

Words: 429
Muse: A little tuned down
Outfit: ~*~Outfit~*~
Notes: Innocent eyes? ME? Bawhahahahaha