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[REUBEN E. BLAKE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][bg=545454][atrb=style, width: 450px; border-top: 10px groove #547154; border-bottom: 10px groove #547154][atrb=background,http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p249/exces-sive/pattern.gif] [style=font-family: Arial-narrow; font-size: 7.6pt; line-height: 10pt; color: #334433; text-align: right; letter-spacing: 3px; text-transform: uppercase; background-color: #D6D6D6; height: 10px; border-top: 1px dashed #545454; border-bottom: 1px dashed #545454;]Knees are weak, hands are shaking, I can't breathe[/style] [style=font-family: ConcursoModerne BTN Lt; font-weight: bold; font-size: 30pt; line-height: 14pt; color: #545454; text-align: right; letter-spacing: 0px; text-transform: lowercase; margin-right: 5px;]So give me the drug[/style][style=overflow: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: Arial-Narrow; font-size: 8.6pt; color: #545454; width: 300px; height: 300px; float: right; background-color: D6D6D6; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 10px; border-top: 10px groove #547154; border-bottom: 10px groove #547154; padding: 5px;] Solitude, it was a word that Ben enjoyed greatly. The monk was standing on the beach of Baterilla, his feet just in the water. It had been ages since Reuben had been able to just relax, and he was quite thankful. In fact, the monk had just finished doing a small job in the area. As always, it went smoothly... but Ben wondered where his partner had gone too. He quickly dismissed any worries. She was a grown woman and fully capable of handling herself, why should he worry? Strange? He normally didn't care about people... but he suddenly wondered about Scarlett? It was understandable after all, she was the first friend he ever made. But it still didn't sit right with the monk. He shook his head a bit and closed his eyes, remembering how the mission went. Ben was hired for a simple job. In fact, the monk debated if it was even worth their time. However, they went anyway and found the man in question, a simple pick pocket. A pick pocket? Ben wondered why this man was so dangerous that people hired bounty hunters to go after him. Oh well, the monk and his accomplice promptly dealt with the issue and turned the man in. Simple enough. Opening his eye, Reuben noticed the sun had set a little more. The horizon was not a deep purple accented with shades of orange. If the monk was able to appreciate beauty, he would have thought it was one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen. However, to Ben the sky was just the sky, no matter how beautiful. That was the tragic fault of Reuben Blake, his lack of appreciation. Ben would continue looking out into the distance, his mind pondering on different thoughts. The silence offered him the opportunity to think for once, and he intended to use the occasion to it's fullest. [/style] [style=background-color: #D6d6d6; padding: 5px; border: 1px dashed #545454; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 5px; width: 110px; margin-top: -30px;][/style][style=background-color: #d6d6d6; padding: 5px; border: 1px dashed #545454; margin-left: 5px; font-family: Arial-narrow; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: undercase; width: 110px; height: 200px; font-size: 7.6pt; color: #545454; text-transform: lowercase;] words ? 318 notes ? weak post, sorry b <3 tags ? scarlett lyrics ?Injection by Rise Against[/style] [style=font-family: Arial-narrow; font-size: 7.6pt; line-height: 10pt; color: #334433; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 3px; text-transform: uppercase; background-color: #D6D6D6; height: 10px; border-top: 1px dashed #545454; border-bottom: 1px dashed #545454; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;] credits to LIKEABOSS at ON THE EDGE[/style]

[Scarlett St.Pierre]

After their most recent job, Scarlett decided to treat herself by going clothes shopping. She, of course, dragged Reuben along with her. Her intentions had been to grab a few skimpy clothes in the mix and ask Reuben to tell her what she thought of the outfits. The girl was always doing that sort of thing. Men were perverts so they should gawk at her body if she flaunts it, right? While her logic was flawed it didn't change the fact that, while a normal man could ignore it, Scarlett was convinced that Reuben was simply in denial and that if he didn't get out of denial he'd be a sixty year old virgin.

Scarlett really shouldn't have expected Reuben to stay when she dragged him off. Her partner was always wandering off when she wasn't looking. Occasionally, she mused about buying him a leash like a parent would do with a child. After all, he needed the same amount of attention that a child needed when it came to preventing him from wandering off. While he was a grown man and could take care of himself, she didn't appreciate him leaving her alone with no way to know where he was.

It was only a small surprise when she turned to find that the male had vanished once again. With a sigh she set aside her clothes and headed out. She could always get new clothes some other time. Once out she would wander around for some time until she came across Reuben at the beach. Irritation her face she'd call out. "REUBEN!" before storming over to him. "I asked you to stay with me!"

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[REUBEN E. BLAKE]

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[/b] It was a blunt point, but it was Ben's opinion nonetheless.

He braced himself for what was to come next. An angry retort? An attack? Perhaps a tantrum? Either way, the monk was ready for what was to come... or at least he hoped he was. If there was one thing that always intrigued Ben about Scarlett, it was her unpredictability. He almost never cold really get a grasp on what she was thinking, which was extremely odd. The monk almost always knew what someone was thinking.

How long had it been since they teamed up? Almost a year now? Ben wondered why anyone would be willing to stay with him for this long. However, he also wondered why he stuck with her this long. The truth was he didn't mind Scarlett's company. This was almost always unheard of. Ben almost never liked anyone's company. He sighed then turned back to face the setting sun. "You know, you could have kept shopping without me."[/b][/style]

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notes ? Slutty shopping?
tags ? Kinky Bras
lyrics ?Injection by Rise Against[/style]
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[Scarlett St.Pierre]

Irritatedly, the girl crossed her arms beneath her boobs inadvertently pushing them up. At the same time she puffed out her cheeks. "Who says I won't ever wear them?" she'd ask "It doesn't matter if I have enough bras or not. What if I meet a nice guy? I'll have to have plenty to choose from! I can't disappoint him after all." The last part was, of course, a prod to see how he might react. In her irritation she didn't hold high hopes, but habit dictated that she had to try something.

When he turned away from her she'd stick out her lower lip and pout. "I could have, but I wanted to shop with you! It's more fun that way." she'd tell him. There was absolutely no reason for him to be so self-centered. Honestly. A small scheme found it's way into her mind. Reuben was being mean so she'd have to punish him. Obviously. Punishment could always be fun.

The girls pout turned into a devilish grin. He'd pay for taking away her fun shopping trip. Without a second thought she'd begin to quickly walk to wards hi, making sure to return her expression to a pout. After a few steps she would full on sprint at him aiming to tackle him to the ground.

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