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Post by carmine conte on Jan 3, 2013 17:04:38 GMT -5
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'come to the forest, my valiant steed, and we shall set forth on the most magical of adventures in search of treasure, damsels and eternal youth.' Despite the garb that Carmine wore, he hit send on the phone and tucked it away in the little pouch on his belt. The little piece of technology was out of place while Carmine wore plate mail and a torn, red cape. At his other hip was a metal sword, dulled down to prevent accidents. And on his head, underneath the hood of his cloak, was a golden crown, hidden from view. He was decked out in his LARPing gear. One of the many outfits. He was ashamed to wear it in public, which is why he was in the forest, where no one would hopefully see or recognize him. There was dufflebag at Carmine's feet as he leaned back against the tree, waiting for his company. He'd prepared an outfit for Jethro too. They couldn't adventure if they weren't both in costume. Carmine didn't think about how much Jet must hate getting into these costumes. They were embarrassing, Carmine knew that. But that was why they dressed up out here by themselves! And with the other roleplayers, who Carmine met up with every Saturday. But today was Thursday and classes had ended only half an hour before. He had to take advantage of Jethro's free time while he could. He needed the attention from his best friend, and roommate. Jet worked too much and, sometimes, Carm worried that his friend would get a third job. Then Carmine would never see him again. [/style]
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Post by jethro konnor on Jan 4, 2013 21:16:18 GMT -5
Unlike his friend, Jethro had not spent the day how he had wished. In fact, he wasn't even able to look at his phone till a good twenty minutes after the text had been sent. Really, Carmine was terrible at remembering his schedule - even though they lived together. Not that he expected anything less from his rather absent minded friend. Having read the text, Jethro could only sigh and obey - or else that idiot would be in the woods all night. It happened before. By the time Jet arrived to the location, it was a good forty minutes passed - even though he had ran. in his work clothing. As he reached the clearing where his roommate was, Jethro stopped and lunged foward and gripped his knees while gasping for breath. He wasn't use to running with his tight, heavy work clothing. At least they weren't dirty - he couldn't afford to wash them at a real cleaner. Their washing machine wasn't /good enough/ apparently for his boss. Somehow that man always knew when he went to a cleaner or used the home washer. Jackass. Finally standing up, the ginjika brushed some sweat-damped hair back and gave the other a glare. "Carm.. what are you doing."
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Post by carmine conte on Jan 6, 2013 0:12:03 GMT -5
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Carmine spent the entire forty minutes against that tree just waiting. He kept pulling out his phone to check the time, but didn't text him again or try to go looking for him. Like an obedient puppy, he waited at his post, shuffling where he stood, cleaning his sunglasses, and doing whatever fidgeting he could do to keep himself occupied. It was a long wait and it was getting cold. But the cloak was comfortably pulled around him like a blanket to solve that problem. It was the voice that reached him first, then Carmine looked up to have his gaze meet Jethro's. The blond's back straightened, his hand on the hilt of his sword and pulling back his hood to reveal his crown, as well as his every so cocky smirk. "About time. There's a whole forest ahead of us and I cannot overcome it alone. Are you with me, my warlock? Will you watch my back if I watch yours?" Carmine questioned, already in character as he strode over to his bag and dropped to his knees, shuffling through it to first remove a long wooden staff with a purple orb on the end. It was a wonder to the world how it fit in his bag at all. [/style]
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Post by jethro konnor on Jan 6, 2013 4:14:46 GMT -5
Of course. This is always what he bloody wanted. This weird game of bloody dress up. Jet wasn't a LARPing fan. He wasn't fond at all - yet he adored Carm's happy smile so much more than his disdain for dressing up in foolish clothing. Walking over to the other, Jet snatched the robe and draped it over his work clothing. " .. Fine, i'll play. It goes over my work clothing though, and I need to be home by seven, I left something in the slower cooker..". Fastening the button to keep the cloak on, he also took the other items. "..A staff and some balls. This is what I have. ..i'm not shocked you had this.". He resisted the smirk, waiting to see if the other understood.
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Post by carmine conte on Jan 8, 2013 3:32:34 GMT -5
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The slow cooker? They had a slow cooker? Carmine really hoped it was roast beef. Was Jethro cooking dinner tonight? That meant Carm didn't have to go on a fast food run or cook up a bowl of Kraft Dinner for his meal. He pretty much lived of KD and ramen noodles when Jethro wasn't home to cook. It wasn't that Carmine couldn't cook, it just took to much time to even bother. "Better invite your prince to dinner. He deserves only the best, and you know it too," Carmine snorted, making sure Jet had his wizard's cloak, staff, and even the book of spells that came with it. It was one genuine real book of spells too! He bought it off of Ebay. Once the bag was empty, Carmine ditched it. Maybe he'd come back later to retrieve it, but he wouldn't mind spending some extra cash on a new one. That one had been growing old anyways. "I have a very long staff and a nice set of balls, thanks. I thought you'd like to marvel at them and hold them. Better take good care of them, wizard, or I might have to sentence you to chamber cleaning duties," Carmine warned, his face serious. He reached out to grab Jet's elbow, pulling on it and pointing out toward the forest. "We don't know what might be out there. Dragons, druids, bandits and trolls. Are you ready, my friend?"[/style]
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Post by jethro konnor on Jan 8, 2013 5:48:56 GMT -5
Looking at the staff, then the other, Jet smirked. "..looks pretty tiny to me..~". Still, he gripped the staff tight and sighed, looking away from the other. Bloody hell he didn't want to play this. He wanted to go home and sleep. His nice warm bed, wrapped in the covers with a full stomac- that was a real spell book. Eyes wide, Jet held the book away from himself, glaring at the other. "You're gonna rise a fucking demon from the depth of 'you're fucking CRAZY and going to get us KILLED you nutcase!". Glaring at the man, he set the book slowly down and slowly shook his head, stepping awya. He refused to touch it. Look at it. He instead walked towards the other and nodded to his words. Fine, he'd go on this weird adventure. .. If Carm tried ot beat up another squirrel, he was letting this one maul him.
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Post by carmine conte on Jan 12, 2013 18:32:18 GMT -5
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Was Jethro really not going to keep a grasp on that spell book? Did he think that it would be better off in Carmine's hands? The boy rolled his eyes, walking over and reaching on down to snatch it into his own clutches. Fine, if Jet wanted it to be that way. Then maybe Carmine could be the magic wielding prince. Maybe of the magical kingdom of sorcerers and druids. At least Jethro was starting to sound really in character, like he thought magic were real. Everyone knew you couldn't raise demons for real. Carmine reached forward, a hand resting on Jet's shoulder as he offered a warm smile and a whisper. "Come now, my wizard. No one will die as long as I am here. I will watch your back! As long as you are watching mine." The blond winked, stepping away again and walking toward the depths of the forest. They'd end up lost, without a doubt. Carmine's sense of direction wasn't what it use to be. [/style]
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Post by jethro konnor on Jan 13, 2013 5:47:38 GMT -5
Of course he would watch his back - Jethro always watched his back. His back..si.. no. No. No. Bad jet. Jet no. Jet Stop. Gently shaking his head, he shoved his thoughts aside and simply walked along side the other. "We're going to get lost. If we have to hitchhike, I'll stab you. Again.. He rolled his eyes and simply gazed at his friend. ..He looked good as a prin- god. damn. it. Closing his eyes, he sighed. "Let's just hurry on with this.."
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Post by carmine conte on Jan 19, 2013 0:52:07 GMT -5
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"No we're not. That's why you're here. You're going to be the skilled mage with all of the navigation skills, you got that? You're gonna get us out of here when we're lost," Carmine explained calmly and seriously, as if that should have been obvious enough. Because, of course, Jethro had to have an amazing sense of direction, right? He crossed his fingers. The blond reached out, his arm snaking innocently around Jethro's waist, pulling the two boys hip to hip as he leaned in, his lips close to the fire gijinkas ear so that he could easily whisper, "You don't rush an incredibly world-changing quest, my old friend." The blond's lips brushed against Jethro's ear as he spoke and slowly pulled away, the slightest hint of a smirk tugging at one corner of his lips. He knew he didn't get a lot of time with Jet. He didn't want to rush any minute that they had together. [/style]
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Post by jethro konnor on Jan 19, 2013 8:57:52 GMT -5
He wanted to punch the other in the face. As he was pulled against the other, he took a sharp breath and his eyes fell to half-lidded as a deep flush crept over his face. He hated how he wanted the other to tug him against the other's chest. He wanted to feel Carm's shoulders under his hands and to run fingers down the other's stomach.. fuck..fuck. His face was a horrible red as he leaned towards the other faintly before the man pulled away. There was a bit of disappointment on his face as he watched the other walk away and followed steps behind him. "Whatever you say.."
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Post by carmine conte on Jan 21, 2013 0:08:15 GMT -5
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"You shouldn't fall so far behind. I can't make sure you're safe when you're not even in my view," Carmine explained, having stopped in his tracks so that he could simply hold out his hand to the boy as an offering. To walk hand in hand with another man through a dark, possibly monster infested forest? Yes, that was the plan. The blond wore brown, leather gloves to cover his hands, so he wouldn't be making skin contact with the other male. Not that he would have had a problem with that. This was his best friend and roommate. There was no one he trusted more. Carmine flashed a quick smile, intending to take Jethro's hand, whether he reached out for it or not. [/style]
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Post by jethro konnor on Jan 22, 2013 22:58:58 GMT -5
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Post by carmine conte on Jan 23, 2013 20:52:20 GMT -5
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Carmine's head shook as he remained close and defensively at Jethro's side. "Not goblins. There shouldn't be goblins here for a few miles. It's the trolls we have to worry about. The forest trolls of whiteglen migrated here from the mountains. They heard that the flesh of humans in these parts are the sweetest," Carmine explained, pulling all of this information out of his ass, but speaking it as if it had been rehearsed for days- or as if this were all the truth. But it was just a game. He'd stopped in his tracks now, dropping his gaze to stare down at his partner. He wasn't wearing his sunglasses. They could be damaged in a battle like this one. "Have you heard about the children that go missing? Children are their favorites. They like to peel the skin off their bodies like the wrappers that hold sweet, sweet candy. I hope you're prepared for the greusome sights we might be about to see."[/style]
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Post by jethro konnor on Jan 29, 2013 18:06:08 GMT -5
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Post by carmine conte on Feb 3, 2013 20:18:25 GMT -5
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Carmine cared more for his roleplay than he did for dinner. That wouldn't be for hours, so Jethro would surely gain his appetite back in that time! Why couldn't Jethro be patient? Goblins would come when they were in the area. Though, from this distance, the blond wasn't seeing any, or even hearing any. It was those darn pesky trolls that they had to worry about anyways. Carmine's hand rested on the darker boy's shoulder, leaning in. His lips brushed at the boy's ear as he whispered to him, "You don't want to see a goblin. Or any monster. If you're smarter, you'll come with me through a stealthy route and avoid battle at all costs. We could lose our lives, my friend."[/style]
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