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Post by NEVADA RAINES on Oct 23, 2013 5:48:30 GMT
TRUE LOVE,
TRUE LOVE | [attr="class","follwr"]Doors slammed. There was plenty of screaming that Nevada tuned out in favor of hearing the pleading he tried to get over the racket. Angel wasn’t having it. When the blonde decided he was going to be angry, there was no changing his mind. Nevada could only follow him around the penthouse in hopes of preventing him from breaking anything expensive and, when that got Angel made enough to storm out, he followed him out the door with a jacket. It was raining, he mumbled. But, no, Angel didn’t care if it was raining, or snowing—or anything! He only cared about whatever he was angry about. Nevada had lost track about what it was that made him so furious. It seemed that everything had infuriated him. He no longer cared about finding the source and placated him as he had at the start of the blonde’s rage. The man just wanted him to put on a jacket. He followed him on the elevator with one to no avail. Angel just screamed at him. He screamed at him more when the doors slid closed on the elevator and he was forced to ride it down with him. That shrill voiced blonde just kept on yelling at him until the lights flickered off and the elevator came to a jerky stop. “This is not good,” he muttered with a calm unfitting of the situation. He probably should have been more panicked. It was probably a good thing that he was—or not. Angel was emotional and he couldn’t predict how he might react. “ Stay calm. I am certain it will start moving again.”ANGEL ALESSI |
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Oct 26, 2013 5:19:44 GMT
THE ASTEROIDS COLLIDE Nevada always fucking thought he knew best. Just because he read books and had money and paid for everything Angel wanted, he had to be right, and Angel had to be wrong.
And maybe he was - maybe he liked being wrong, maybe he liked being angry when there were no consequences. Nevada was infuriating in his calm, as if he didn't even care if Angel was upset. Oh, look, that silly hooker ran off and forget his jacket, he'll get proper soaked, better go take care of him because he sure as hell can't take care of himself. He'd been taking care of himself for eighteen damn years and he sure as hell didn't need Nevada's help or concern now.
Angel rammed the door shut button, glowering when Nevada managed to shoulder into the elevator after him, still holding Angel's Prada jacket out as an offering. There was a lurch, that feeling of the elevator as it descended, but no, it was different this time. The lights sputtered, and they were thrown into darkness with only the glow of the buttons.
"Nev!" He said shrilly, right over whatever he had to say. "What the fuck is happening? Fix it!" Angel's fists were clenched, nails sharp and pressing indents into his palms. coded by electric of gangnam style |
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Post by NEVADA RAINES on Oct 31, 2013 2:23:26 GMT
TRUE LOVE,
TRUE LOVE | [attr="class","follwr"]Nevada had near infinite patience with his golden haired housemate. He put up with more than the average person could take. Of course, he did lose his temper time to time. Angel wore on him more than he liked. But he made a effort to endure the worst of his illogical childishness. "I am not a mechanic." He replied his companions shrill cry. "Repairing elevators is well beyond my capabilities. This building employs men for that."Even as he said this, he took a gander at the control panel. It was all colored wires and circuit boards to him. He closed the panel. "I am certain will start moving soon. Do not fret." Angel was likely to go against his advice nonetheless. He would panic or screech about thing Nevada tuned out for sake of avoiding frustration or headaches. Pretty and interesting as he was, there were some facets of the blonde's personality he could live without. ANGEL ALESSI |
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Nov 2, 2013 5:04:21 GMT
THE ASTEROIDS COLLIDE By the dim glow of the elevator's button's Angel rolled his eyes and gritted his teeth - Nevada couldn't see him do this, but Angel was sure that his anger radiated with a tangible heat.
"Good to know you didn't learn shit from all your stupid books." He sneered, crossing his arms as Nevada peeled back the control panel. He uncrossed them and then crossed them again irritably as Nevada put the panel back.
"Don't tell me what to do." He added, huffing a sigh before he started pacing. He covered the small space in a few strides before he turned to cross in the other direction. His heels clicked on the ground, loudly, sharply, almost hard enough to draw sparks, he was sure. coded by electric of gangnam style |
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Post by NEVADA RAINES on Nov 11, 2013 17:56:46 GMT
TRUE LOVE,
TRUE LOVE | [attr="class","follwr"]Pinching the bridge of his nose, the white-and-teal haired man breathed a heavy sigh. His petulant housemate knew just how to try his patience, as near-limitless as it was. Every time he opened his mouth it was like he wanted to make Nevada angry. His perpetual calm irritated the blonde so it was feasible that he may want to just see it broken time to time. Angel had been successful on more than one occasion, but not today. He met his shrill complains and sarcasm with steeled calm. “Panic would do you no good.” Nevada replied back. “But if you insist on being truculent, you are welcomed to do as you please.” He wouldn’t reduce himself to Angel’s level again. The elevator was likely to move again within a few minutes. And if it didn’t, he could make one phone call. Of course, Nevada had been given a perfect chance to get the blonde to see reason before then. “Perhaps this is a sign.” He threw out, the traces of a smirk hidden on his lips in the gloom. ANGEL ALESSI |
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Nov 12, 2013 4:22:45 GMT
THE ASTEROIDS COLLIDE The private elevator wasn't very large – he was going in more of a circle than back and forth, it was dizzying. He stopped in the corner, crossing his arms and biting down on the inside of his cheek. Angel had know idea what truculent meant, and Nevada knew he didn't, but Angel could figure it out.
He gave a satisfied nod when Nevada conceded, though – there wasn't much that he could do, trapped in a box dangling tens of stories above the ground.
If he hadn't been so furious with Nevada, this might have been a perfect opportunity, a small dark space with just the two of them. But Angel was still too angry, he didn't even want to be near Nevada, backed up in the opposite corner as he was.
He didn't respond for a while, petulantly holding silent for a minute before curiosity got the best of him. "A sign for what?"
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Post by NEVADA RAINES on Nov 17, 2013 3:18:04 GMT
TRUE LOVE,
TRUE LOVE | [attr="class","follwr"]Leaning against the elevator wall on the far side of the elevator, he watched Angel pace around and around until he felt himself growing dizzy from just watching. He wanted to ask his companion to stop. It would be a wasted effort though. When had the blonde ever listened to him? Besides, he made it clear he didn’t want Nevada’s input time and time again. So he stood silently and let his gaze lock on a spot on the elevator ceiling, specifically the dim emergency light. Angel didn’t speak either for a long time until he piped up about Nevada’s last comment. His curiosity must have gotten the better of him. It always did—it was just as bad as his own. A faint smirk came back to his lips. “It is a sign that you must put on a coat.” He braced himself for Angel’s piercing retort, knowing it would become fuel to the fire. He was always so quarrelsome. The coat in question was still folded over his arms, which were crossed over his chest. ANGEL ALESSI |
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Nov 19, 2013 2:44:19 GMT
THE ASTEROIDS COLLIDE He narrowed his eyes - he was sure that Nevada probably had that smug fucking smirk on his face, and it grated on his nerves without even needing to see it.
"What's it matter to you?" He muttered darkly. Did Nevada think he was so delicate and helpless? He'd stood out in the rain in less than he was wearing. coded by electric of gangnam style |
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Post by NEVADA RAINES on Nov 19, 2013 22:29:13 GMT
TRUE LOVE,
TRUE LOVE | [attr="class","follwr"]The stubborn blond was as moody as ever. When he wanted to be angry, he sure knew how to stick with it. Nevada, for once, was actually enjoying it. He was used to cramped spaces and being cooped up indoors. Most of his life was spent within the four walls of his bedroom back at his childhood home. He wasn’t panicked at all to be stranded for a few fleeting moments in an elevator. Angel was clearly bothered by it though. He was touchier than usual, even angry as he was. “You insisted on purchasing this jacket and several others. I expect you to wear it. Many of the clothes you have deemed so necessary to buy have only sat in my closet and merely takes up space.” He was throwing out the first excuse that came to mind. Really, he just wanted Angel to wear a coat. It was cold outside and Angel was always gallivanting around town barely dressed. If he got sick, it would be hell for Nevada. He was plenty sure of that. ANGEL ALESSI |
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Nov 21, 2013 21:55:34 GMT
THE ASTEROIDS COLLIDE Angel didn't like small spaces - he wasn't claustrophobic, far from it, but the elevator was far too small and far too empty for his liking. Boring, too. Nevada was boring.
He supposed they were something of an item now. Somehow they'd made up since their row, and Angel still wore the ring sometimes, though Nevada didn't bring it up. They had fallen back into their routine - Angel's constant anger was part of their routine,
He made a face. "So do your books." He pointed out. Nevada had more books than Angel did clothes, he guessed. He couldn't really imagine Nevada had read every single book on the shelf that took up the wall of his study. He couldn't imagine anyone ever reading that much in a lifetime. coded by electric of gangnam style |
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Post by NEVADA RAINES on Nov 22, 2013 4:51:10 GMT
TRUE LOVE,
TRUE LOVE | [attr="class","follwr"]He and Angel’s relationship was one that made little sense and wasn’t clear by any means. Nevada had noticed that the ring adorned the blonde’s finger, but he had never openly said he returned his feelings. It was better not to ask. Any time he did, it led to a fight. He was tired of fighting a battle he could never win. He found comfort enough knowing that Angel was actually wearing the ring rather than having sold it. Though he’s never voice it, he was certain that the latter was more likely to happen. He eyed it as it glinted with the faint, reddish glow of the emergency lights. Nevada’s attention was torn from it when Angel opened his mouth to speak. “I have read and re-read every book in my study. You have not even worn half of the garments stored away in my closet.” Years of reading made Nevada quick at it. He could finish a book of about a thousand pages in within a mere four hours. And since he had read most of the book in his study several times before, he found he read them quicker. ANGEL ALESSI |
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Nov 24, 2013 4:03:24 GMT
THE ASTEROIDS COLLIDE Angel found it very hard to believe that anybody would even want to read that much, but he knew Nevada not to be a liar. Especially not about things like this. And it didn't seem too far-fetched considering the amount of time Nevada spent cooped up in his study.
"What, do you have something better to spend your money on?" Nevada hardly ever bought anything for himself, and it wasn't as if he couldn't afford to. Even if Angel didn't wear half the clothes in his closet, Nevada still kept buying more. He was a pushover, and Angel intended to take advantage of him until he put his foot down, while hoping he never would. coded by electric of gangnam style |
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Post by NEVADA RAINES on Nov 26, 2013 5:01:28 GMT
TRUE LOVE,
TRUE LOVE | [attr="class","follwr"] “How I spend my money is beside the point,” snapped the white-and-teal haired man. “We are discussing the clothing you insist on having yet do not wear, like this coat. Now, if you please, put it on and do not argue with me any longer.” Angel could be so infuriating sometimes. It truly felt as if he were looking for a way to start an argument at every opportunity that presented itself to him. “The elevator should begin to move soon, perhaps sooner if you obey.” Angel was so stubborn. How did he ever find himself attracted to such a person? Surely there had to be some trick involved in making his heart flutter at the sight of him. It wasn’t like that before. When they had first met, he was more concerned with the resemblance to a certain photo in his files than any striking features. Now he was hyperaware of everything, from the lopsided smirk Angel wore when he was up to something to the glimmer in his eyes when he was about to cry. ANGEL ALESSI |
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Dec 1, 2013 4:11:18 GMT
THE ASTEROIDS COLLIDE Angel rolled his eyes. It wasn't as if he bought clothes without any intention to wear them, it just ended up that way. From Angel's perspective they were expensive as hell, but to Nevada they had to be practically nothing. What did it matter to him?
He shook his head, hair swishing down his back with the movement. The more Nevada insisted he wear the stupid jacket, the more Angel wanted to do just the opposite.
"Make me." He challenged.
Despite all the power Nevada had over him, Angel knew better than to think Nevada would take advantage of any of it. Not anymore. All it took was a bat of his lashes to have Nevada bending over backwards to please. coded by electric of gangnam style |
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Post by NEVADA RAINES on Dec 2, 2013 4:28:00 GMT
TRUE LOVE,
TRUE LOVE | [attr="class","follwr"] “Must you fight me over even the pettiest of things?” Nevada asked with a sigh. “It is just a coat, one you insisted on owning. Why do you refuse to wear it? I simply do not understand.” Was it just out of pure spite for Nevada? It must have been or Nevada just wasn’t seeing whatever else it was. Angel must have truly hated him to meet him at every turn with defiance and hostility. All their petty fights wore on him as they grew more frequent and trivial. “It is unlikely the elevator will move if you put on your coat anyways. We will just have to wait until maintenance fixed whatever problem has this elevator stopped.” He was, however, half tempted just to put the coat on Angel. But he was also sure the blonde would slap or even bite him. “And pacing around and around in circles will not make it be fixed any sooner. You are merely wasting energy.” The more the minutes ticked away without the elevator moving, the more worrying it was though. ANGEL ALESSI |
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