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Feb 06, 2015 03:02PM
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btw, i love your pro pic. Will and Jem?
Hey and thanks, nope aha Malec!!!! I love them :3 aha.
ahhhh! Mine is Will and Tess! XDDD
Ahaha I do like them as well as Jem - there were so many feels in that book. My OTP is definitely Malec though.Do you have any idea's?
Wessa all the way! <333
Anyways, yes. I have a few. bear with me while I type them
Anyways, yes. I have a few. bear with me while I type them
Idea 1: Its a futuristic society where women are mere prizes in a male dominant society. In this world The girl is seventeen and ready for the Ceremony. The ceremony is where young women are paired with suitors. Girl gets Guy who is known for being a player. She is his fifth pair. He is in the Aristocrat class. When she goes to him, he immeaditly makes it clear that she is just there to make him look better. When he takes her home, he treats her with little respect, flirts with her, sexually teases her only for his amusement. He is a playboy all the time, but sometimes, very rarely, will act like a human, with real emotions. He is a person who enjoys reading, but not outwardly. He had two sisters, one of whom was killed for being a part of the rebellion, and the other who was married of two another suitor. A girl has to listen to her One, do whatever he wants and cannot leave his house without him. If she does leave without him, she may be punished with death Or whatever he chooses as punishment. its also one girl for one guy. A guy may have many girls, but cannot move on unless the girl dies.
do u have any ideas?
Your idea - which i do like btw - is it based of a sort of bdsm thing? Or am I barking up the wrong tree aha :PI don't have any detailed plans, but basic ones that can morph a little further.
lol, umm no thats not what i had in mind when originally putting it out. Its based on a fanfiction i read.
Ahaha thought I was going in the wrong direction aha. I can do that if you still want to? I promise I'm not that bad.
Lol, i dont doubt ya. Not yet anyway *grins* Yah sure, you wanna do character bios? Name, age, appearance
Yeah :) Pics or description for the appearance?
Imma do pic, but whatever is more convenient to you.
Name: Jacqueline Victoria Upton Chase
Age: 18
Appearance:
Age: 18
Appearance:
Name: Oliver "Ollie" Kutani WilliamsAge: 22
Appearance:
Casual- http://data1.whicdn.com/images/111978...
Work/Meeting's etc- http://i1.mirror.co.uk/incoming/artic...
Is that age okay for you?
Depends how you want it to start; Jacqueline showing up on his door? Him bringing her home? First meeting her?
Yeah, I don't mind. He could be driving with her in the seat next to him just before the pull up outside the house?((I'm going to go soon. I'm in the uk and right now it's 1am aha))
((Oh, niceeee! I wanna go to UK, but im in NJ, USA *pouts*))
Sure, do u wanna start?
Sure, do u wanna start?
Sorry if im bein annoying! But ahhhhh....you there?
((Hey its okay. Was working late last night and never got on. Only just back and catching up with notifications, but I might fall asleep since its past midnight aha. Can you start?))
((Aww, im sorry! and okie doke))
Jacqueline sat comfortably in the car, wondering how the hell she got herself in this situation. She had to admit though, he was attractive, but thats about as far as she was goig to go. She had her arms crossed over her chest, her hair in a messy Braid. she wore a cream gown that reached all the way down, pooling at her feet. It hid the inner outfit her dresser had decided...forced Jacto wear to supposedly impress her One. Oh hell to the no, she thought.
Jacqueline sat comfortably in the car, wondering how the hell she got herself in this situation. She had to admit though, he was attractive, but thats about as far as she was goig to go. She had her arms crossed over her chest, her hair in a messy Braid. she wore a cream gown that reached all the way down, pooling at her feet. It hid the inner outfit her dresser had decided...forced Jacto wear to supposedly impress her One. Oh hell to the no, she thought.
Oliver couldn't help glancing over to the girl in the seat next to him, his tongue snaking out to lick his bottom lip every now and then. As he stopped at the red light, he undone the cuff links on his white shirt before pulling away when the light changed. Finally he would have someone in his house again. The last girl there had passed away, what was it again? Ollie couldn't remember. Minor details, he thought as he pulled into his street.
Jac glanced at the changing scenery. The world she was accustomed to disappeared under the extravagent homes of the classy and rich classes. "Are we almost there?" She asked finally speaking.
Oliver kept his eyes forwards as he answered, "My house is on the right." His voice was rough from being so tired, but he didn't let it borrow him. Pulling up to the house he finally let a yawn escape. "That's us." Ollie exited his black Cobra, carefully closing the door as he turned to wait for Jacqueline.
Jac got out yawning herself. "Yawning is contagious you know." She said softly, blinking a few times To wake herself up.
He turned to take the few steps to his house, "Is it now?" he mused as he pushed the key in the lock and twisted it. Hearing a click he pulled it out and opened the door, holding it for Jacqueline.
"Yup. Thats why you cover your mouth when you yawn." SHe smiled lightly as she tilted her head at him, walking through the door. "Thank you." She was tired. Hating would come after she was awake. Right now she just wanted to sleep.
His eyes followed her as she moved through his house. "I'll keep that in mind." Ollie moved to the stairs, but turned to face her after the first step, "I'll show you to your room." His voice was rough from the long day.
"You mean i dont have to sleep with you? Oh thank the gods!" She said with downplayed relief. Just the fact that she had to spend her life with a random stranger made her nervous. But the fact that he was attractive and an Aristocrat made it impossible for her to feel safe.
His eyebrow raised as she spoke. Ollie turned and continued upstairs, "You don't have to sleep with me." he said softly although his voice was rough. HE stopped at the first bedroom on his right. "This is where you will sleep." The room was smaller than his but still a good size, with a double bed and numerous furniture pieces.
"Its great. Thanks." She said and walked in, looking around at the room. "My clothes?" She asked. She wondered if her clothes had been already brought or if she would have to stay in what she was wearing.
Ollie frowned as he moved to one of the wardrobes where the past girl's clothes were still left. "They cant tide you over until we buy you more." he offered spotting some jeans and lose tops, other's more 'fancy' for when he wanted that kind of thing.((Just double checking that I'm doing this right aha.))
((there isnt a right way. There is a wrong way to do this. And your not doing that, so ur good! lol))
"Ohkay then. Can you please leave so I can change?" She asked, getting up and picking up the clothes he had motioned to.
"Ohkay then. Can you please leave so I can change?" She asked, getting up and picking up the clothes he had motioned to.
(Ahaha, I just want to know if I'm thinking the same way you are. The girl that he has - in this case you - is she like a slave/maid of some sort. Cleaning, cooking, shopping and/or is there more than that?))Nodding reluctantly he moved towards the door, closing it behind him. With a soft sigh he started to head down stairs then to the kitchen.
((She is technically his wife. But in this soceity she is more there to make him look better. Normally, they r regarded as objects or slaves. Rarely, the man is kind to his "One". So its really just up to you.))
She changed into the jeans and a loose tank top, coming back out. She found him in the kitchen. "You know how to cook?" She asked. She had half excpected that he bought out. Or that he had maids.
She changed into the jeans and a loose tank top, coming back out. She found him in the kitchen. "You know how to cook?" She asked. She had half excpected that he bought out. Or that he had maids.
((Okay, last question - i promise- how far do you go? I'm fine with anything?))"Coffee." he mumbled. Coffee addiction was the worse. Ollie turned to see Jacqueline standing in the kitchen, "I hardly cook if ever." He hadn't cooked anything really since he started taking on girls.
((lol, curiouser and curiouser XDDD idc, it just depends on my mood. Usually I dont mind, but it depends on my mood. Normal and happy, ill go there. Pissed off or depressed, nope.))
"Coffee is good. Great actually. Easy to get addicted to. Like moi." She said pointing to herself. She put one hand on the counter, "So you get takeout or...you want me to cook?" She didnt particularly like cooking for others.
"Coffee is good. Great actually. Easy to get addicted to. Like moi." She said pointing to herself. She put one hand on the counter, "So you get takeout or...you want me to cook?" She didnt particularly like cooking for others.
((Totally understand. You don't want to just say skip and I'll understand - vise versa too))"Not tonight." he said and reached for a cup. "Tonight I'll order something." Ollie lifted his own cup up to his lips to take a long gulp before putting it down and making Jacqueline her's. "So, is it Jacqueline or do you have any preferences to nick names?" He asked knowing he himself disliked being called Oliver.
((kk))
Jac nodded a little relieved. "Thanks. And I have alot of nicknames. J, Jac, Jackie, Jax, Queline. You can pick. What about you?" She asked.
Jac nodded a little relieved. "Thanks. And I have alot of nicknames. J, Jac, Jackie, Jax, Queline. You can pick. What about you?" She asked.
Ollie handed her the mug of coffee, "Sugar is on the jar on the table." he pointed to the dining table were the small jar was, "And Ollie works fine for me."
"Thanks. And okay...Ollie." She nodded with a faint smile. She didnt put any sugar in her coffee and just drank it, pursing her lips at the bitterness.
He watched her as she drank, his eyes never leaving her face. Finally he turned to put his mug in the sink, "Are you hungry just now or do you want to wait?" he asked as he moved into the lounge.
"Its really up to you. I...Well...Eating isnt much a concern for me." She said in a far away voice. She looked away, and finished the coffee. She pushed it aside and followed him with her eyes.
Hearing her made him stop and turn, "What do you mean?" he asked with a raised eyebrow in question. Ollie's eyes stared at her, asking her what she meant, the dark orbs never leaving her.
"I...its nothing. Trivial detail, really." She said wanting to get off that matter. Her past was a sore subject. She averted his eyes looking down at the floor. The last thing she cared about was food. She didnt have time...or the wealth for it.
Ollie dropped it - for now - as he turned and continued walking to the lounge, unfastening his suit jacket and throwing it over the back of one of the chairs before sitting down.
Jac stood there, leaning against the wall. She felt completely akward, unknowing what to say. She couldnt tell him. "So have you...i mean do you...what i mean to say is...Can you control me?" She asked, knowing the question had been looming over her forever.
