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Post by ``Mickey. on Sept 9, 2009 18:50:29 GMT -5
Oh Dakota, I know our love is new.
I barely know ya, I'm fallin over you.
It's the way ya do the things ya do
that made me fall in love with you.
Oh Dakota, are you in love with me too?
I'm in love with you,
are you in love with me too?
Dakota had rode in several taxis just to get to Navy Pier. It was Saturday night, and soon fireworks would be bursting in the sky, flaring it up with magnificent colors. She had some time to spare, it was seven thirty and fireworks started at nine thirty. Maybe she would run into a bad boy...or two. The thought made her bite down on her glossed lower lip.
She walked down the pier, wearing white short shorts, a white tank with stripes the color of the rainbow, and a white hoodie. Not to mention her white Nike's and white knee-high socks. Dakota looked good, and she wasn't afraid to flaunt it. Her deep brown eyes gazed at every hot boy that she passed, their eyes watching her with intense curiosity. Ah... Good times were spent at Navy Pier.
She dug around in her jacket pocket to pull out her box of cigarettes. With some dainty fingers she gently lifted one from the box, pulled out a lighter, and lit the tip up. Smoke streamed from the cigarette, and a smirk rested on her lips. Sure, she was a little underage, but she couldn't help but please her hunger for that sweet little stick of death.
It wasn't long before she dropped it to the ground, smashing it with her shoe. Only soon after did she pull a blow pop sucker from her pocket. As it rested in her mouth she looked at all the boats that waited at the dock. You could always ride on a boat to watch the fireworks, but she didn't have enough cash to spend on it.
"Where are all the hots guys...?" She growled softly to herself, gazing at everyone as she passed. Sure, there were some, but they had girls hanging onto their arms.
Dakota could change that... Although she longed for a guy to come up to her, make her night change for the better. All she wanted was some excitement.
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Post by |D| e a n s t e r on Sept 11, 2009 15:55:42 GMT -5
don't walk away
WHEN THE WORLD IS BURNING [/b][/center][/font] America sucked. It was plain and simple. No matter what anyone said, no matter how hard they fought for it, the country sucked. Especially if you didn't speak English very well. The States seemed to shun you, act as if you didn't belong. Spansh speak individuals were only tolerated because there were so amny, and they took the labor jobs, but if you were some any other country, say Gremany, you were just scum.
Jareth walked down the navy pier. His hands were jammed into the pockets of his solid black, old and tatered hoddie, which was covering a black shirt that had random colors splashed all over it. His faded black jeans seemed to hung his legs, his two checkard belts sagging from his waist. His sad looking old black hightops looked as if they were on thier last leg and about to give out, yet they carried the boy down the overly sized dock.
Smoke rose from out of the boy's nostrils as he pulled a cancer stick away from his mouth. A mummble soon escaped his lips as he watched the people rush by, not taking a single notice to what was around them. They all just clung to thier significant others, or giglled with thier friends. It seemed everyone had someone. Everyone was happy. The kind of happy that almost made you throw up in your mouth. With a sigh, Jareth went over to a small empty space of railing. Why couldn't he ever be that happy?
"Ich hasse diesen Ort...." Some people gave dirty glanced to Jareth as he soft spoke to himself, he in return giving them the finger. Once again, he hated Americans. Well, maybe not all of them. He quickly changed his mind as he watched a girl walk down the pier, a sucker in his mouth. Dressed in all white but the rainbow or stripes on her shirt, she looked like she had just walked out of a magazine. Jareth smiled.
Leaving the railing, Jareth pushed his way past some people and started walking up from behind the girl in white. "Where are the people you came here with?" Jareth spoke as he walked up beside her, his thick accent sticking out like a sore thumb. "You never see a beautiful girl walking alone in a place like this." A smirk cracked onto his lips as he looked at her.
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Post by ``Mickey. on Sept 12, 2009 8:13:04 GMT -5
Oh Dakota, I know our love is new.
I barely know ya, I'm fallin over you.
It's the way ya do the things ya do
that made me fall in love with you.
Oh Dakota, are you in love with me too?
I'm in love with you,
are you in love with me too?
Dakota turned her head as she could have sworn she heard someone talking to her. Not only did his accent catch her attention, but he happened to be quite hot. "I didn't come with anyone..." She said softly, a smile soon coming to her lips. "Oh really...? I guess I just broke a world record." Dakota said with a cute, childish, and charming giggle. This girl would have him wrapped around her finger in no time. She was soon digging in her pocket for another cigarette, but quickly thought against it. She didn't want to chase him off with her smoking habits.
Her brown eyes went to her white Nike's for a second, trying to think of something cute to say. The bubbly smile on her lips vanished as she searched her mind for something to say. Dakota soon looked back up at him, that smile back on her pierced lips. "I like your accent. Is it...German?" She asked, trying to start up a conversation. Only so much silence was allowed into this girls ears, too much and it could drive her mad. Dakota felt people shoving past and brushing up against her. She bit down on her lower lip to keep from yelling some colorful words.
A sigh escaped her glossed lips as she calmed herself. The background noise was nothing but loud talking, screaming, and crying babies. The sun was still bright in the sky, but soon enough it would be hiding behind the horizon. Dakota looked over her shoulder at the large ferris wheel, she would have to drag this hottie onto that ferris wheel.
She was tired of the sucker, and pulled it from her mouth. With a smile she held it out in an offering way. "I don't want it anymore..." Her words were soft and childish, and a sweet smile was on her lips. Dakota knew that a complete stranger wouldn't take her already slobbered sucker, but she didn't want to waste it. It wasn't just any sucker either, it was a cherry blow pop, with crappy gum in the center.
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Post by |D| e a n s t e r on Sept 14, 2009 17:08:22 GMT -5
don't walk away
WHEN THE WORLD IS BURNING [/b][/center][/font] When she first spoke, a light grin remained on his lips. He was glad she wasn't waiting on a boyfriend or something. His grin spread wider as she spoke. "Eh, I wouldn't say a world record..." His tease slipped from his mouth without effort, his gray-green eyes still gazing onto her face.
"Was andere Sprache würde das sein?" A light laugh escaped his lips as he went back to smiling at the girl. He couldn't help it. "Sprechen Sie deutsch?" As he asked if she spoke any German, he lightly slipped his hands into his jacket pockets. He kind of had a feeling she knew none of his native tongue. He didn't mind though, it seemed no one around here did.
A weird look covered Jareth's face as this new beauty presented him a slobbery sucker. He looked her in the eye before taking the red ball on a stick. He looked at if, inspecting it for a moment. Then he simply put it in his mouth. With a grin he looked back at her. "Cheery blow pops are the best suckers ever. I can't let one of them go to waste...." He grinned as he spoke. By far this wasn't even close to the weirdest thing he had stuck in his mouth.
"My name ist Jareth, by the way." He spoke simply, looking back straight forward. His eyes gazed over all the people, his mind just thinking of random things.
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listening to: Carnival of Rust -- Poets of the Fall
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Post by ``Mickey. on Sept 16, 2009 14:50:16 GMT -5
At his words she put a pout on her lips. He could have at least gone along with her, even if he was joking. The pout on her lips didn't last long, the urge to smile and be all cutesy had taken over. "Well... I guess, but at least I tried." She said as she looked down at her white Nike's. There was this strong urge to just act obnoxious, just pop out of her square like a jack-in-the-box. Dakota was a pain when she tried, and even when she didn't it was hard to like her.
She listened to him speak German, and it had surely caught her off guard. She looked at him, brown eyes wide and full of confusion. How she wished she knew what he was saying. "That's not fair! I don't know what you're saying..." She grumbled with a soft sigh. That was a little pet peeve of hers. It was only fair you spoke English in America. It really only bothered her because she had no clue what he was saying. Then something popped into her head, she had learned French, so why not speak it? "Comment êtes-vous monsieur?" She asked with a giggle.
Dakota watched as he took the sucker and stuck it in his mouth. She hadn't expected that to happen. This only made her want it back, but she kept her mouth shut. Her fingers wrapped themselves around the legs of her white shorts, a grin on her glossed up lips. "I can't believe you just took my sucker and stuck it in your mouth." Her tone was childish as she looked at him with that same little grin on her lips.
"I'm Dakota." She said softly. Her hands instinctively reached into her pocket and pulled out her smokes. It wasn't long before she had one hand holding the white stick and the other holding her lighter. "Do you mind?" Dakota asked as she wiggled the cigarette.
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Post by |D| e a n s t e r on Sept 16, 2009 15:23:22 GMT -5
don't walk away
WHEN THE WORLD IS BURNING [/b][/center][/font] He gave her a grin. "I didn't say that it wasn't an American record, so you can keep your hopes up." His grin grew slightly larger as he looked at her brown eyes before they went down to her shoes. His brow furrowed. He wished she would stop looking at her shoes and look more at him. He was pretty then her shoes, no?
Jareth let out a laugh as she complained about his speech. "Then maybe you should learn German." He also hated it when he had no idea what someone else was saying. Luckily for him, he spoke English before he came to America, otherwise he would have been screwed. "Super. Vous?" His French wasn't as good as his English, but he still spoke it. He couldn't help but think that Dakota will think of him as a weirdo or something for knowing different languages.
His head turned towards hers, his eye brow raised. His fingers wrapped themselves around the white stick before he pulled it out of his mouth. "What is so weird about that? People drink after another, eat other's food, and kiss. All these things are basically equivalent to taking their sucker." After speaking he simply placed the sucker back in his mouth, sticking his up against his right cheek.
"Pleasure meeting you Dakota." He flashed her a simple grin. He watches as she pulled out her smokes and asked him a question. "As long as you give me a light." His hand burrowed into his pocket, pulling out a beat up cigarette box. He tapped it to get one of his cancer sticks out, then looked at Dakota, seeing that she had her lighter out.
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Post by ``Mickey. on Sept 17, 2009 18:54:44 GMT -5
Dakota looked up at him a smile on her pierced lips. "Psh, I'm game. I got this in the bag." She explained with a cute smile and a small giggle. She gently ran her fingers through her mix-match hair. She rested her right hand on her hip, hooking her thumb into the pocket. Her head turned slowly to look over her shoulder at the beautiful pier as people pushed and shoved their way past.
At his comment she couldn't help but smile widely. "Yeah... French was hard enough." She mumbled with a sigh and a playful roll of her eyes. With a little squeak and a yawn she stretched her arms out over her head, her shirt slowly sliding up. As her arms flopped to her sides her stomach was dressed in her shirt again. "Je vais bien, merci pour le demander." The words came out like a soft purr and a small nod of her head. Dakota was sure she had said that right... She hoped so. There was nothing worse than a jumble of messed up French. She wished she could learn many different languages, but with her puny mind it seemed impossible.
Jareth's explanation made a devious smile come to her lips. She took a step closer to him, lessening the space between the two, her left hand resting gently on his shoulder. Dakota's hand was soon wrapped around the white stick, gently pulling it from his mouth. The cherry sucker went into her mouth, and she slowly pulled it out, a cute smile on her lips. "I just kissed you." Dakota stated in a soft whisper as she spun the stick with her fingers. She gently wrapped both arms around him, pulling him into a hug, letting out a gentle little giggle.
"Pleasure meeting you too." The words poured from her mouth. A smile came to her lips at his comment. Dakota lit hers, sticking the smoke into her mouth before lighting his. "Finally I don't have someone up my ass about smoking." She said softly as smoke puffed from her lips. Her lighter was soon slipped back into the small pocket of her rather short shorts.
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Post by |D| e a n s t e r on Oct 5, 2009 16:49:58 GMT -5
don't walk away
WHEN THE WORLD IS BURNING [/b][/center][/font] A light laugh escaped the German boy's lips as she spoke. "You Americans are rather full of yourselves." A teasing grin slid across his face as he looked at her. It was always fun to pick on people just for that fact that they were american. It was just so simple. "That is a rather adorable giggle." His hands slid effortlessly into his faded jean pockets, his eyes watching her hand as they ran through his beautiful hair, and watched as it rested on her hip. His eyes seemed to linger as he took in her form, a mental smile going through his mind. It took him a second to notice he was staring, and he quickly looked straight ahead, his cheeks slightly tinted pink. He felt rather stupid.
"I can't argue with that. French is a pain in the ass...." Back home he had to take it. It was insane. He started learning English in fourth grade, then inmiddle they had to learn French, and in High School they got to pick another language. He was thinking about taking Spanish, seeing that it was spoken often in America. A weird look crossed his face as he herd her squeak. He looked over to see her stomach partly exposed. His eyebrow shot up. As her arms flopped back down, he quickly looked back up into her face. "Tu es le bienvenu." His words were rather rugged and awkward. He wasn't the best French speaker. His mouth was used to the harsh German tones, and French was to flowing and pretty for him.
Feeling the warmth of her hand on his shoulder made Jareth's head turn in a flash. His gray eyes watched her hand reach up and grasp the stick that stuck from his mouth. He couldhave easily made it extremely hard for her to take it, but playing along would be more fun, considering he was extremely curious to see where she was going with this. Once again his eyes lingered around her lips as she watched the sucker go in and back out. Only when she spoke did he look back up at her eyes, a grin on her face. He hadn't expected her to pull him into a hug, but she did. It had that feeling like they had known eachother for a long time. You know, those kind of hugs. After hugging her back, he stood there, his eyes looking at the sucker spinning in his hands. He took it back, and placed it back in his mouth. "I guess this could be an accebtible kiss, but this one is better..." He pulled the sucker out of his mouth before leaning over and pressing his lips up to hers in a soft kiss.
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listening to: Carnival of Rust -- Poets of the Fall
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Post by ``Mickey. on Oct 6, 2009 14:42:50 GMT -5
Dakota shrugged her shoulders at his comment. American's were pretty egotistical, but American's were only a mix of ever other country out there. "Yeah, I guess, but we're not all that bad." She said with a little smile. Dakota pulled out her purple and black rival, checking the time. She still had a good hour. Her eyes darted back up to Jareth, ignoring all the new text messages. "Oh really? Well, thank ya." She felt his eyes burning into her, and with a smile she looked down at the pier below her feet, her teeth digging into her lower lip.
"It's worse than a pain in the ass..." She mumbled. Dakota tried to get her mind off of the dumb language. The French jumble of words that came from his lips made her smile. Dakota fumbled around in her mind to try to think of something she could say back in French, but her mind drew a blank. All she did was smile cutely to cover up her blonde moment. A small sigh came from her parted lips. It was only a matter of time before everyone would be crowding up the pier to watch the beautiful set of fireworks.
He soon took the sucker away from her. She had to suppress a frown. Dakota was sure she had gotten him... His words dribbled through her ears, and a grin came to her lips. Her lips were met with a soft kiss, and she couldn't help but smile into it. Such a soft kiss... It was like they were childhood friends, going so long without realizing that they were in love. Dakota in love? Psh, okay. After holding the kiss for a little while longer she pulled away. "Would ya like to watch the fireworks with me?" She asked, hoping and praying the answer would be yes. It wasn't fun when you were a loner watching some fireworks.
People would normally cuddle with that special someone. The weather wasn't going to get any warmer, summer was coming to an end. It was perfect cuddle weather... Dakota didn't normally let these things slip into her mind. Maybe she was sick, caught a cold, was a little under the weather...
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