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[AUREA ZEPHYRINUS]

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[style=background-color: #eee; padding: 8px; width: 240px; margin-left: 3px; border-radius: 15px 0 0 15px;][style=background-color: #fff; padding: 5px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #494949; border-radius: 10px 0 0 10px;][style=font-family: arial narrow; color: #4ecdc4; font-size: 50px; float: left; margin-right: 5px; font-weight: 100!important;]T[/style]he heat seemed to bore into her skin, stretching her pores and making her sweat. But rather than hate it, she thrived of the sensation. With not a cloud in the sky, Aurea was fully exposed to the heat. Her ears were filled with the sounds of Port Kiris: ships docking, sailors chanting, people chatting. But the most important sound to her senses at that moment in time, was the sound of hammers falling. Of her boss shouting orders, and the other members of the team sawing and arranged wood. She was one of the people hammering today, though she also did other things. It just so happened that she was the most flexible member of the team and therefore most qualified to be working on the second story. Of course, her position was no doubt due to the fact that she was in fact the only member on the team. Not that it bothered her. In fact, Aurea hardly ever noticed it. Just like she never noticed that she was one of the only girls in her faction, and among the youngest. "Alright guys!" Aurea knew what those words indicated. She struck her hammer once more before leaning back on the support beam she was sitting on. "Lunch break!" Aurea grinned and hopped down, bending her knees as she landed, allowing the shock of the landing to distribute evenly through her legs. She smirked at her team and waved, giving her signature two-fingered salute to her boss. "See ya later guys!" She called, whistling as she walked happily towards her lunch break. She always went to the same place, for years now. She never broke her routine unless she was out on an errand for her real boss, the leader of the faction. But for those times, he always knew ahead of time. She always told him when she was leaving, and sent him letters while she was away. There was a skip to her step, and her whistled tune soon turned to humming. She did love seeing her childhood friend, and seeing Marc everday was exactly how she liked it. No change, no surprises in that sense. The fight they had earlier was forgotten, she wasn't going to bring it up. Aurea didn't want to sour what time they had. She stopped humming when she reached her destination: Mr. Montagne's bakery. She opened the door and closed her eyes with a deep breath of content. She loved the smell of the bakery. Instantly, she located Marc, and grinned. Sneaking in on light feet, she snuck around the counter and behind him. Aurea watched him working for a moment, grinning to herself the whole time, biding her time for the perfect moment.... And then she pounced. She tackle hugged him behind, shouting a greeting as she did so. "HIYA MARC!" She said in one breath, mentally laughing hysterically. And then she stepped back, watched him for a moment, and broke out into hysterically laughter. The whole thing was just so priceless...she knew it was wrong technically, but she couldn't help it. He just reacted so...it was just perfect. She couldn't have staged a better response if she had given him a script and told him to rehearse it. "Chill man, chill." She said, crossing her arms loosely and casually across her abdomen, chuckling still. "You spook too easily." [/style][/style][style=font-family: courier new; font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]TEMPLATE BY JOHN OF OTE & BTN[/style]

[atrb=vAlign,top][style=background-color: #eee; padding: 8px; width: 125px; border-radius: 15px 0 0 15px;][style=background-color: #fff; padding: 5px; border-radius: 10px 0 0 10px;] [style=opacity: 0.8; margin-bottom: 5px;][/style][style=background-color: #eee; color: #4ecdc4; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 2px;]TAGS[/style][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #494949; text-align: justify; margin-left: 5px; margin-top: 3px; margin-bottom: 5px; text-transform: lowercase;]marc and toshi~[/style][style=background-color: #eee; color: #4ecdc4; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 2px;]WORDS[/style][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #494949; text-align: justify; margin-left: 5px; margin-top: 3px; margin-bottom: 5px;]000[/style][style=background-color: #eee; color: #4ecdc4; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 2px;]NOTES[/style][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #494949; text-align: justify; margin-left: 5px; margin-top: 3px; margin-bottom: 5px; text-transform: lowercase;]it feels so good to be rping these two again~ <3[/style] [/style][/style]

[MARC MONTAGNE]

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[style=background-color: #eee; padding: 8px; width: 240px; margin-left: 3px; border-radius: 15px 0 0 15px;][style=background-color: #000; padding: 5px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #494949; border-radius: 10px 0 0 10px;][style=font-family: arial narrow; color: #4ecdc4; font-size: 50px; float: left; margin-right: 5px; font-weight: 100!important;]M[/style]arc was just having a terrible day. He couldn't sleep because he was worried all night about a certain someone and then it was the third day of the week, which meant hard labor all morning cleaning and scrubbing. His father always ordained the third day of the week as his personal attempt to kill his son. Sure, Marc had a nice and able body to do the work, but did his father really have to leave all morning on business and make Marc do all the work? Where was the justice in that?! So the blue haired boy worked all morning, wiping down instruments and the soot covered oven. It seemed that the more clean that bakery got, the less clean Marc was turning out to be. He hated working, hated cleaning and just wanted to be out of there. The mixing bowls got a scrub down, the tables were wiped clean and he even took off the strange gunk growing on the bottom of the southern-most one in the small bakery. The floor, normally questionable around the edges was clean in about an hour and a half. Marc spent most of that time scrubbing at it with a brush while furiously muttering obscenities at it. The floors were the worst. Everyone tracking dirt in, germs practically having dance parties. When he wasn't cleaning the god-awful floor, Marc made sure to sing. If he couldn't go out and perform until the later portion of the day when his father would kick him out of the bakery for something, then he could at least get some practice in. The young adult cycled through his songs, singing harmonies in his brain to melodies he owned himself. There weren't many musicians in Carcino, which made making the extra buck a bit easier. Besides, it wasn't like he was performing the same material over and over again, Marc was constantly trying to make new songs. "Man, I could've worked last night, if I hadn't been so angry! I should really stop letting my emotions take me away from my work like that..." Marc of course was talking about a certain childhood friend who made it a point to worry him like he was her mother. Not only had she slowed down sending him correspondence on her crazy trips for that gang, but it seemed she was being pulled back in more often than not. Gone was time for leisure, she was always working or doing something that was reckless. "Well, I let her have a piece of my mind already. Might as well worry over her, if I don't, who will?" Marc wiped down the back of the bakery where he spent most of his time napping. "Bite your lips, your words are robbery Do you grin inside? You're killing me All along we talked of forever I kind of think that we won't get better It's the longest stop, but the end's not too far away Did you know? I'm here to stay We'll stagger home after midnight Sleep arm-in-arm in the stairwell We'll fall apart on the weekend These nights go on and on and on" Marc had finally finished cleaning at this point and let his newest song take over while he pulled recipes from his mind to make for the day. It was almost lunch time for most people, and he wanted warm bread in the oven for the customers who decided the little bakery owned by his bastard father would be their destination. Hrmm... some rolls and loaves of rye never hurt anyone. Marc got out the necessary ingredients. He hated baking, but he was good at it. A product of his environment. "I can't keep your voice out of my head All I hear are the many echoes of The darkest words you said And it's driving me crazy I can't find the best in all of this But I'm always looking out for you - FUCK!" Marc had been in the back of the bakery, ferrying ingredients between the storage room and his work table, singing like he hadn't a care in the world when someone tackled him from behind. Not only did they send him sliding forward, but he dropped the flour he had been holding. A whole container of flour, just wasted on the floor like that! Marc cried out in anger, wheeling around to see who had dared interrupt his peace. Aurea. "I should've known. Of all the people to make me waste a whole thing of flour, you're the one who'd do it with such ease!" When he turned around, the girl who was his childhood friend would easily be able to see he had flour in a huge white line up his torso, specking his hair and face. It filled the creases from when he closed his eyes in reflex, contrasting greatly with the soot on his shoes and lower pants. His eyes were still wide from the shock though. "I only 'spook' like that when people jump on my sore back from behind! Seriously, what were you thinking? " Marc let out a breath he had sucked in while panicking and ran a hand through his hair, spiking it up with more flour from his palms. His stress was both elevated and decreased with her presence. No matter what though, it meant he had to clean more, right when he should be baking. His father wasn't going to like this. "Well, you're here now, might as well tell me how your day went and everything." Marc seemed detached from his usual happier self, but that was just because of his crappy day. He grabbed a broom and dustpan, ready to take care of the mess that usually came with Aurea. Really, he should've known better. "Please refrain from tackling me in the future, okay? My body can't take much more." If Aurea had been underneath his downcast head while he was sweeping, she would've seen the corners of his mouth turn up in joy. At least she wasn't mad at him anymore. [/style][/style][style=font-family: courier new; font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]TEMPLATE BY JOHN OF OTE & BTN[/style]

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[AUREA ZEPHYRINUS]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,10,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; padding: 5px, bTable][cs=2][style=background-color: #eee; height: 40px; padding: 7px; width: 400px; float: right; border-radius: 50px 0 0 50px;][style=background-color: #fff; border-radius: 50px 0 0 50px; height: 40px;] [style=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 25px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 3px; font-weight: 100!important; text-align: right; color: #494949;]TUG OF WAR, SWEET AS SIN[/style][style=font-family: courier new; text-align: right; color: #494949; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 4px;]I LET GO, I FELL IN[/style][/style][/style]

[style=background-color: #eee; padding: 8px; width: 240px; margin-left: 3px; border-radius: 15px 0 0 15px;][style=background-color: #fff; padding: 5px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #494949; border-radius: 10px 0 0 10px;][style=font-family: arial narrow; color: #4ecdc4; font-size: 50px; float: left; margin-right: 5px; font-weight: 100!important;]O[/style]h it was too much. Aurea could hardly contain herself from laughing. She managed to pause for a moment to breath, but once Marc turned around and she got a good look at his clothes, one snicker and she was gone again. Hands on her knees as though trying to prevent herself from bursting at the seams from laughter. Death by laughter. If that didn't make the headlines nothing will. "Oh c'mon Marc! It isn't that...pfffft-" Okay, so it was that bad. But her cheeks hurt too much from laughing, so she straightened up and leaned against the counter as she caught her breath, nearly at the point of wheezing when she finally managed to stop. "Gee Marc, you're such an old man!" She teased, eyes still sparkling from her fun. "You know I always say hi to you like that! It isn't my fault your not prepared for it by now." She mocked being defensive, even crossing her arms and narrowing her eyes. But alas, her gaze was still too delighted, it gave her away easily. "If your back is that sore, you should let me help you." She offered, her gaze softening now a bit with corner. Being a carpenter, she knew all kinds of exercises to help with body aches, though she never imagined Marc would ever be in need of her assistance with such a thing. She couldn't help snorting to withhold a laugh when Marc only further spiked his hair though. She huffed at how Marc approached asking her about her day, crossing her arms again like a woman who felt underappreciated and was about to let the nearest poor soul have it. "Well golly, thanks a bunch for the enthusiasm." She retorted sarcastically, though if he looked he'd see the amused smirk twitching at her features. "Sure you don't want me to clean? You should be baking for the lunch rush, which I'm part of by the way." She said, stepping forward, placing her hands on her hips and grinning. "So get crackin' baker!" Ah she was in a good mood today wasn't she? Carpentry always put her in this state of being, she loved it. If it hadn't been for carpentry, there was a very real chance that Aurea would have caved to the faction's pressure by now. She would have sunk lower and lower, eventually down so low that not even Marc would be able to reach her. But she was ashamed of some of the things she did for them, and that shame combined with her carpentry allowed her to cling to her only anchor: Marc. Call it selfish if you wanted, she was conflicted about it herself. "And since you asked, I can clean and tell you about my day at the same time while you make me lunch." She added, stepping forward and putting her hands on the broom and dustpan. It was her mess after all, no need to get Marc in trouble on her account. "How can I ever resist tackling you from behind? Its priceless!" She said with a laugh, snatching the cleaning equipment from him at long last. Being that close was starting to make her nervous. The tackling would never stop, she knew that. It was one of the special things they shared, just them. "You have plenty of tackles to look forward to from me in your old age, young man!" She teased, poking her tongue out at him childishly for a moment before she set to sweeping. Ignoring any and all protests Marc might make. "Now, as for my day." "I sweated like a long-haired dog in summer today. Worked my ass of for the boss man. Put all the other guys to shame, par the norm." She said, grinning happily. She did so adore putting the other guys in their place, especially when they ragged on her being the only female. "New guy joined the crew today, thought that because I was a girl he could talk to me like some common piece of ass." She honestly didn't know why, she didn't have much of one anyway. She always found everything about her to be boyish, appearance and personality alike. "But he soon learned his lesson." Ah yes, yes indeed. A devious smirk formed on her face, that had been fun. But then her sweeps grew solemn, slower. Aurea became tense and apprehensive, as if trying to decide what to do next. If she should tell him.... "My boss called me in for a meeting today." Given her tone, she knew Marc would realize she was not referring to the leader of her carpentry team. "He's...got another job for me. I'll be gone for a few days, about a moon tops. I'll...I'll need supplies." It was very difficult for her to bring this up, especially given their most recent argument. The harsh words still rung clear in her mind, and she wanted to avoid another contest of 'who can hurt who the most'. "I'll just need some of that long-lasting bread. My brother will take care of the rest." And by brother, she meant her room mate, a fellow faction member. She knew Marc knew that. Aurea stopped her sweeping and looked up at Marc cautiously, prepared to leave if things got heated. Muscles bunched and tense, prepared for the worst. Maybe she should not have told him. "You...you gonna be okay?" She prayed desperately to the Divine Light that he'd say yes and that that would be the end of it. This was her last day here before she left, she didn't want to leave on a sour note, that would only make her return unbearable. And she needed the return trip to rejuvenate her, encourage her, keep her going. Not convince her never to return to Carcino again. [/style][/style][style=font-family: courier new; font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]TEMPLATE BY JOHN OF OTE & BTN[/style]

[atrb=vAlign,top][style=background-color: #eee; padding: 8px; width: 125px; border-radius: 15px 0 0 15px;][style=background-color: #fff; padding: 5px; border-radius: 10px 0 0 10px;] [style=opacity: 0.8; margin-bottom: 5px;][/style][style=background-color: #eee; color: #4ecdc4; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 2px;]TAGS[/style][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #494949; text-align: justify; margin-left: 5px; margin-top: 3px; margin-bottom: 5px; text-transform: lowercase;]marc and toshi~[/style][style=background-color: #eee; color: #4ecdc4; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 2px;]WORDS[/style][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #494949; text-align: justify; margin-left: 5px; margin-top: 3px; margin-bottom: 5px;]000[/style][style=background-color: #eee; color: #4ecdc4; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 2px;]NOTES[/style][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #494949; text-align: justify; margin-left: 5px; margin-top: 3px; margin-bottom: 5px; text-transform: lowercase;]hamg so sorry for the wait! ><[/style] [/style][/style]