Introductions

Subject: Introductions Tue Aug 14, 2012 4:18 pm

It was one of the hottest days Napa Valley had seen in some years, reaching 110 degrees Fahrenheit. Mykal wiped his forehead, which was drenching more than just that spot with sweat, and stuffed the removed shirt in the back pocket of his jeans. He was going to burn today, there was no doubt in his mind.
There was a familiar bobbing head opposite him in the row of vines. He chuckled at the old man and tossed a shriveled berry at him.
The man looked at him in alarm and smiled an almost toothless grin in his direction, making Mykal laugh even harder. Jose began speaking to him in Spanish about how if he were as wealthy as Mykal, he could afford to toss what made his money at the help too.
Mykal simply shook his head and retorted with a sticking out of his tongue.
Two more hours passed and the baskets were full and ready to be taken into the cellar for a few day sit of fermenting. When they had finished their business in the cellar, Mykal dismissed Jose to allow him to return to his family, but made sure to send him with a basket of fresh bread his mother had made.
Mykal sat in his living room chair, allowing the fan that was propped next to him to blast the cool air coming from its propellers. He sighed and breathed it in. Slowly drifting to sleep.

Subject: Re: Introductions Tue Aug 14, 2012 4:29 pm

Audrianna untucked her work shirt as she walked down the pathway between the lion habitat and the tiger habitat. She was heading for the penguins; some of which, she had happily been informed of that morning before work, had finally hatched from their eggs. She always loved seeing all the new penguin chicks running around, being fed by their mothers, and just enjoying their new life outside of their eggs. She waved goodbye to her co-worker Simon, who was busy feeding the Gorillas, as she passed him.

Primates were her specialty. She had spent her externship in college in Africa taking care of Orangutangs and Gorillas. She had almost thought to stay there, but decided her heart was in Chigaco where she was born and raised.

"Aren't they spectacular?" The head zookeeper, Greg, was already at the penguin enclosure. He was watching them from the railings, a huge grin plastered on his face.
"They are, especially that one." She caught a glimpse of one of the chicks hopping around, obviously happy about life itself. "Our own little Happy Feet."
"You heading home?" He looked over at her, his grin widening on his chiseled face.
"Uh," she blushed, "yeah! Gotta watch the new episode of Game of Thrones tonight."
She hated when he looked at her like that. Like he knew that smiling at her would make her cheeks turn pink.
"Ah, enjoy it." He chuckled. "See you tomorrow."

She watched as he walked away and shook her head, trying to get rid of the naughty thoughts that had begun to form in her head. She couldn't help that her boss looked like Jon Snow from her all time favorite TV show. She couldn't help that he made some of her wildest fantasies almost come true.

"Home...just gotta get home..."

Subject: Re: Introductions Tue Aug 14, 2012 5:05 pm

The angry man in front of him, screaming in his thick Italian accent to his employees was everything but strange to Gino. Buddy had a tendency of being melodramatic about the mess-ups done at the bakery. It was nothing new. This time, Athony had dropped a cake as it was going into the delivery truck. What a big surprise. There was a crowd around them in the decorating room, as there usually was when Buddy was screaming. He tended to want everyone around so he wouldn't have to repeat the story.
When the chastising was done, everyone went back to work. Gino returned to his station and continued sculpting the flowers that had been assigned to him. He folded back the petals of the lilly, trying to form them the best he could. Ralph was sitting next to him, working on a Bigfoot sculpture. Gino hadn't noticed this before. He rolled his eyes at the thought of the cake that the thing would be going on and went back to his flower.
The hours passed and it was time to go home. He couldn't be late for the new Game of Thrones episode. It was medieval, and full of sex. Two things he was very fond of. He packed his bag back up and went to leave the building. Outside, there were a few girls standing in circle, huddled and giggling. He rolled his eyes and pulled out his phone, texting his roommate to tell him he would be home shortly and that he was walking. As he finished the message and placed the phone back in his pocket, he looked up to find one of the girls a foot in front of him, waiting to talk to him.
"Uh... Can I help you?" He tried his best not to seem rude.
The girl blushed and looked at her feet, twisting her hair around her fingers.
"Well, I was wondering if you were single. I know you don't know me, but you're, well, really attractive. I just thought that maybe..."
Gino cut her off, "Sure. I see where you're going. Yeah I'm single. And I'm sorry but we bat for the same team. I doubt we'd make a good couple."
He patted her shoulder and gave her a sympathetic look. This was another thing that was everything but strange: girls hitting on him and not guys.
He sighed as he turned on his heel and began the fifteen minute walk home. He couldn't wait to get home and watch Robb Stark.

Subject: Re: Introductions Tue Aug 14, 2012 5:18 pm

Sariah sat looking in the mirror while two women and a man fussed over her hair and makeup. She had learned over the years to drown out their arguing because they always found a way to disagree about everything. She just wanted to get in there, do this photo shoot, and get back home in time to catch Game of Thrones on HBO. It was one of the only shows she wasted her time on. She wasn't one to sit on the couch at home, sitting on her couch, and eating food that wasn't good for her. Yet, something about Game of Thrones made it too hard for her to ignore.

"Alright, I think we are finally done!" Daniel, her hair dresser, finally exclaimed. "Go ahead sweetie."

Sariah stood and looked herself over, nodding her approval before heading out to the set where her favorite photographer waited for her. He was busy talking to one of the ladies in charge of the lighting, so she stood there, looking him over. He had dark brown hair, always a bit of a mess, that hung down just above his shoulders. It framed his square jaw and narrow chin. His eyes were the color of emeralds and his lips were full and delicately sculpted. His head was attached to amazingly broad shoulders, a chest as chiseled as the eight pack that hid underneath his tight sea foam green v-neck t-shirt, and his arms were large and veins decorated each muscle. All of this met a very nice, tight, and sculpted bottom which she knew had dimples at each side.

She walked up behind him, finally impatient, and ran her hand down his muscular back until she had reached his bottom. She squeezed it, gently at first, and harder as the seconds passed.

"You never were the patient one." He turned, pulling her into his arms and planting a kiss on the top of her head. "Let's get started, okay babe?"

She winked at her fiance' before rushing over to the place he would be taking her photos. She had met Rafael while working a job two years before. He never dated models, ever, but something about her had caught his eye and they had been inseparable ever since. She didn't often get to work for him, but when she did she was at her happiest.

"Gotta hurry so we can get you home to your television show." He stuck his tongue out at her before snapping the first few pictures.

Subject: Re: Introductions Tue Aug 14, 2012 6:06 pm

The stage was colourfully lit as the actors performed the scene of Simba and Nala falling in love in the jungle night. As Simba, Quentin rolled around with Nala, pinning her to the ground. Without a warning, the actress who played her, Amariah, let out a yelp of pain.
"Ouch!" She shoved Quentin. "How many times do I have to tell you that you have to be more careful with my right shoulder blade when we do this!? You're going to get my hospital bill."
"I would anyway, now wouldn't I?"
He sent her a soft smirk. She flushed a deep pink and nudged him in the ribs.
"Shut it."
The rest of the cast and director were growing weary with their games. The director decided to call it quits for the day.
"We have one week until we open this, people! Same time tomorrow. And we had better be on our beat performances!" And with that, everyone began to disperse.
Quentin helped Amariah to her feet and touched the tip of her nose with his.
"I'm sorry I hurt you, babe."
Amariah made a small click of her tongue in dismissal. She had already forgiven him.
They walked hand in hand out of the theatre and headed to their normal bus stop. Neither said a word, but no one needed to. They were in love, happy. Just being in each others presence was enough for the pair of them.
Quentin was thinking of the things he needed to get done before Game of Thrones came on that night. Make dinner, wash the dishes, give Amariah a massage... Sounds good enough.
He kissed her nose gently as they waited for their bus.
"I love you..." he whispered softy to her.
She looked up at him and smiled. "I love you too, twit."

Subject: Re: Introductions Tue Aug 14, 2012 6:17 pm

Jasmine sat on her surf board just watching the horizon. The waves weren't very large that evening, but the ocean was her home. She could sit or lay on her board, staring at the sky or the water, and be at peace. That evening was particularly quiet, as no other surfer wanted to just sit on the water, waiting for one wave to come in every fifteen minutes. She didn't mind it though. Every fifteen minutes she'd ride that wave in, paddle out, sit and think, before riding the next one in. She knew after the next wave she'd have to call it a night and head back to her travel trailer. Game of Thrones was coming on that night and she wouldn't miss seeing it for the world.

The wave that finally came to take her back to shore was the largest she'd seen all night and she couldn't help but think to herself that it was the perfect way to end a relaxing time at the beach. She started to paddle in, and as she stood on her board, she took a deep breath and began to ride the wave back in. She'd been surfing for ten years, but it never stopped being the most amazing feeling she had ever experienced.

Once her feet were back on the sand, she picked up her belongings and headed up to her truck, ready to take a quick shower and settle in with some popcorn for her favorite show.

"Clear!" Emeline had never had this happen to her before. A patient, a boy of seven, had flat lined in the room next to the one she had been in charge of and there were no doctors within a hundred feet that could help the boy. She knew she was only an intern, but had no choice but to help until someone else arrived. The boys body flew up off the bed as the charge lurched through his small frame.

"What are you doing?" The head of cardiology, Dean Olivier, rushed into the room and demanded with his hands that she hand over the paddles. "You could kill him."

She didn't speak a word. Instead she watched as the doctor tried to save the boy's life, and just as many of the nurses around her were giving up, the boy came back to them. Emeline let the breath she didn't know she was holding out, slowly, before waiting there for Dr. Olivier to tell her all the reasons she was stupid. Instead he nodded at her and turned to talk to the nurse behind him. That's when she looked up at the clock, noticing it was finally time for her to go home, and exited the room.

It had been a stressful day and all she wanted to do now was curl up in a blanket, eat some ice cream, and watch Khal Drogo walk around all sexy and mighty on her flatscreen.

Subject: Re: Introductions Tue Aug 14, 2012 7:12 pm

Mykal was woken by the sound of his younger sister entering the front door. Her hair was tousled from running and she was panting heavily. He rose with a start and rubbed his eyes sleepily.
"What's wrong, Cae?"
She knelt over herself, raising a single finger to signal to her brother that she needed a moment to catch her breath. He stretched his back as she tries slowing her heart rate and even released a long yawn. It was dark outside, the moon was starting to peak up.
"It's 8:53, Mykal. Game of Thrones is starting in seven minutes. I had to run just to make sure I was here on time."
Mykal left out a laugh, relieved that this was the reason, and not an emergency. He sighed and collapsed on his previous spot in the couch, patting the seat next to him for his sister to join. In a minute or so, there mother would be hobbling in to bid them goodnight, and then she would be off to read her book for an hour, then sleep. And as predicted, just moments later, she came into the living room, kissed both of their heads, and departed for her bedroom.
Cae curled up next to her brother on the couch and let out a contented sigh. As did Mykal. These were the nights he looked forward to: Sunday nights when he and his baby sister could sit down on their couch and watch their favourite show together. The fact that it was full of sex didn't bother either of them. They both were well aware of each others age and maturity, and were well aware that the other could handle it.
Just when the clock turned 9:00PM, the tv was turned on, and HBO was across the screen.

Subject: Re: Introductions Tue Aug 14, 2012 7:19 pm

Audrianna curled up on her couch and turned the TV on, excited to see what that night's episode held in store for the fans. She honestly just wanted them to show a bunch of Jon Snow so she could giggle her brains out and have material later...for...well...yeah. She shook her head at the thought and watched as HBO's logo popped onto her screen, followed by the rating and warnings, and then the opening sequence that was always rather long.

She hated having to always come home to an empty house and watch her television alone, but it was a life she felt she would have to get used to. With all the work and overtime she put into the zoo, she didn't get time to go out and meet people, especially men.

She pulled the blanket up to her chin sighed. She knew that the guy for her was out there somewhere, at least she hoped he was...

"If I could only meet a man like Jon Snow." She mumbled to herself, smiling sheepishly as the opening credits were coming to a close.

Subject: Re: Introductions Tue Aug 14, 2012 7:59 pm

Gino had just walked through the front door when he heard the moans coming from his roommate's bedroom. He rolled his eyes and groaned as he tossed his keys onto the island counter.
"I wonder who the girl is today..." He shook his head and wandered to the fridge, hoping to find some orange juice left. And, of course, it was gone.
His eyes sagged in a disbelieving glare.
"Really?"
He groaned and then pushed the door shut. As he walked by the door that held his roommate and company, he heard a final groan of pleasure, louder than he had heard come from that room. It sounded odd to him. Unfamiliar. He expected to see some small waisted, peppy blonde exit the door just a few moments later, so when a tall, tanned, muscular athlete of a man exited the room with nothing covering his naked body, he was a little more than shocked.
"Treyyy? You have some serious explaining to do..."
Gino eyed the man as he entered their kitchen, and took a swig out of their jug of milk. As he watched him place his germs all over the jug, Gino's mouth fell open in disgust.
"Your company is going to give me mono!"
Gino sprang up from the cough and yanked the jug out of the stranger's grasp. Instead of him getting upset, like Gino was expecting, he simply smiled and tucked Gino's hair behind his ear while licking his lips. Gino gulped, unsure of what to do. He was taken aback when the machine before him spoke.
"How about a threesome next, kid?"
Before he could even blink, the man was grabbing his groin and planting a giant kiss on his mouth. He couldn't pull away, there way far too much power there. He almost didn't want to resist, but he didn't know this man. After a few moments, the man released Gino and retraced his steps back to Trey's room.
"Down boy. Haha. Sorry Gino. He tends to do what he wants."
Gino stared after him in disbelief.
"Your show's coming on. You don't wanna miss it."
Trey winked at Gino before closing his door.
He wasn't sure what to think. As far as he had known, Trey was straight. And all this time, all these months of longing after him, of thinking he never stood a chance, all of a sudden he finds out he could have had him? He shook the thought from his mind and turned his tv on to HBO. The opening credits of Game of Thrones was playing through, and hadn't quite gotten to the end.
Good. He hadn't missed it.

Subject: Re: Introductions Tue Aug 14, 2012 8:10 pm

Sariah had finished with the shoot and was leaving for home, knowing Rafael would be there late. He always was after a shoot. He had to look through the pictures, pick ones he likes, and edit this and edit that. He wouldn't be home til well after midnight and her show started in less than twenty minutes.

She pulled into the parking garage for her building, found her spot, and rushed to lock the car and get to the elevator. Their loft was on the twenty-third floor and she knew it would take a while for her to get to her television. She was eager after last week's episode to see what would happen next.

Upon entering her front door she kicked off her high heels and jumped over the arm of her couch, landing not so gracefully on her tail bone and letting out a yelp. She was only glad Rafael wasn't there to see her do it. He'd tease her for the next few days about how he's always telling her not to jump on the furniture.

She grabbed the remote control and clicked on the television, quickly changing the channel from ESPN, something Rafael often watched, to HBO. The opening credits were only half over and she sighed in relief. She hated to miss the beginning of her show.

She set the remote down on a party invitation that sat on their coffee table. It was a huge party for models, photographers, and make up artists. She was one of only twenty five models invited. The truth of it all was, though, that she wasn't sure she wanted to go. She would almost rather curl up in bed with a good book and block out the world for a while, but it was something her friends and fiance' would never let her do. They'd never let her give in to the emotions that had been eating at her lately.

She shrugged off the negative feelings as the opening credits were coming to a close. All she wanted to do now was drool over the assortment of beautiful men that had made this show so very, very addicting...

Subject: Re: Introductions Tue Aug 14, 2012 8:30 pm

It was fifteen minutes before nine o'clock when Quentin finally entered his studio apartment. He looked around at the humble home and silently wished he could afford to rent a bigger place for both him and Amariah. She was staying with a friend for the time being, seeing as she had just come here from England. Only been in the states for five months. He sighed and tossed his keys on an end table just inside his door and closed the door behind him, the chain-lock rattling at being bothered. He winced at the sound and placed his bag on the floor.
The fridge, he knew, would only be holding eggs, water, milk, cheese, yogurt, and beer, yet he insisted on looking for something not accounted for. His stomach grumbled with agitation as he closed the door after grabbing a yogurt.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm workin' on it. Sheesh."
He peeled the top of the yogurt off and licked it before tossing it in the waste basket. He proceeded to find a spoon before then plopping down on his recliner, the only other place to sit in his studio other than the bed. He turned on the tv and waited for his show to come on. He had ten more minutes.
"Ughhh..."
He finished off his yogurt and sat drumming on his knees with his index fingers. After another few minutes, Game of Thrones was starting. He kicked up the footrest and got comfortable.

Subject: Re: Introductions Tue Aug 14, 2012 8:46 pm

Jasmine climbed into the shower and let the hot water hit her body, flowing down her back, chest, stomach and legs. She knew she smelt of the ocean, which wasn't a smell that bothered her in the least, but sand had clung to nearly ever part of her body and she longed to get rid of it. She grabbed the shampoo and began to lather it into her hair, knowing she had to be quick if she was going to get out of the bathroom and make it to the small television in her trailer before Game of Thrones came on. It was the highlight of her Sunday nights. There wasn't a moment she didn't love laughing at Tyrion, swooning over the Stark boys, or wanting to kill Cersei. The last was what she wanted to do most of all. She couldn't stand her!

After cleaning up, jumping out of the shower, and climbing into some sweat pants and a tank top, she threw her hair up and walked back to her bed, with newly popped popcorn in hand, where her television waited for her. She leaped onto it, bouncing a few times and causing popcorn to fly, and turned over quickly with the remote in hand. She clicked the television on and sat back to get comfortable. The opening credits had just begun, and she knew she had made perfect timing.

Emeline pulled the scrubs she wore away from her body and changed into her casual clothing before leaving the hospital. She prayed to herself as she walked out of the doors that the young boy whose life they had barely saved would stay that way, alive. She had only started her internship a few months ago and really didn't want to see someone die already. She wasn't sure she was ready for the emotions that would come with it. No, not yet.

She climbed into her car and started the engine before reversing and heading for home. She lived in a small one bedroom apartment four miles from the hospital. The traffic was noisy, her neighbors annoyed her, and she could never keep the house warm. Yet, it was home. There were days she almost half wished she could just sleep at the hospital, and some nights that came true, but tonight was different. Tonight she had a date with Khal Drogo. Tonight she wanted to see the sexy barbarian who had stole her heart wreak havoc.

She pulled up to her house, locked the car up, and rushed into her apartment before any of her neighbors could stop her and hassle her about some thing or another. They loved to do that, especially the three men who lived four doors down. They all looked at her like a piece of meat, something for the taking, and it kind of frightened her.

Locking her door behind her, all three locks, she changed into some comfortable pajamas before making her way to her recliner. She couldn't afford a couch, so the chair and one that matched it was all she had. She kicked the foot rest up before clicking the television on. The opening credits were just ending and she could feel her heart pounding in her chest. Finally!

Subject: Re: Introductions Tue Aug 14, 2012 9:11 pm

When the show had started that night, Mykal and Cae had been sitting next to each other on the couch. Now, when the episode had finished, Mykal was leaning far forward in his place while his sister was sitting on the floor, a foot away from the television. The screen was now black and the credit song was playing as the words flashed. Mykal wasn't sure what to think at this point. He knew, more than ever that he despised Cersei, and Dany was the epitome of power an sex. He would run his fingers all over her body and just...
"Damn!"
Cae's exclamation drove Mykal's thoughts far from his mind. He let out a loud laugh and reached forward to pull her close to him. This was usually how they ended their nights. Except for the night they first discovered Cersei and Jaime, brother and sister, were fucking each other. That night had ended on a somewhat uncomfortable tone. They looked at each other, surprised, and somewhat unsure how to react to one another's presence in this world.
Mykal hugged her tightly and beckoned her to bed. He himself were heading to bed, needing to get up early in the morning. They bid each other goodnight and went to their respective rooms. Once alone and in his blankets, Mykal found his groin tightening with the contet of the episode running through his mind. He got undressed, tossing his clothing to the floor, not caring where they land. He began to caress himself as various images came to mind, his erection growing larger, blood pumping hotter. After several minutes, he was relieved. He cleaned his mess with a towel, washed his hands, and finally went to bed.

Subject: Re: Introductions Tue Aug 14, 2012 9:18 pm

Audrianna climbed under the covers of her bed, biting down on her bottom lip as she replayed the episodes events in her head. Every single time Jon Snow came onto the screen she had to stifle screaming loudly for the whole world to hear her. He was the most beautiful man to ever grace the earth. Well, the actor Kit Harrington was, anyway. She curled up into her extra pillows and let out a long sigh.

What she wouldn't have done to live in that world. To be able to chase him to each end of Westeros if she had to, as long as she could profess her love for him and feel his rough hands trail down her soft, pale body. The thought tugged at her groin and made her take a deep breath to calm herself. Fantasies, that's all they were.

Taking a few more deep breaths had her completely calm and she let herself relax into her pillows, trying not to think too hard on the show. Otherwise she'd never fall sleep and work the next day would be near impossible to get through. So, trying with all her might not to think about the dark haired man of her dreams, she closed her eyes and attempted to fall asleep.

Subject: Re: Introductions Tue Aug 14, 2012 9:47 pm

The moans that had consistently interrupted Gino as he watched the episode ended just as soon as the ending credits began. He groaned at the irony of it all and clicked off the tv. It was hard for him not to let it all ruin what he had just watched. He sighed, remembering Robb Stark, and headed for his bathroom to shower.
He undressed himself and turned the water on, the perfect setting for him already set in place. He waited for the temperature to settle before getting in. He let the stream of water pour down on his face, front of his torso, down his groin, legs. The heat made his groin jump in appreciation, along with a single throb of anticipation.
Gino wasn't one for masturbation, so he ignored the feeling coming from down below. There was a sudden breeze in the bathroom, but he paid little attention to it. Nor to the fact that it sounded like his shower doors were opening. He continued to soak his hair in the water, thinking of Robb and the way his lips were sculpted. He could feel the throbbing turn fierce with every detail, and that's when he felt hands on his back.
His eyes opened, shocked, to find the machine of a man standing before him, he braved a glance behind him and saw Trey, naked. He had never seen him naked. Or the other way around, for that matter.
His mouth went to open in protest, but the man in front of him silenced him with another kiss, pressing himself, hard and hot, against Gino's stomach. He felt Trey reach around him and begin massaging his lower abdomen, right above his groin. His cock jumped as he felt Trey's pressed into his ass, reaching up towards his back. He wasn't entirely sure what was going on, but he was sure he was going to both like it and hate it later.
A couple hours passed and he was now laying in between Trey and the man he now knew was named Enrique. Trey was already falling asleep, back facing Gino. But Enrique was still playing with Gino. Rubbing his chest, kissing his neck. The latter was comforting, the other was distracting as he was now wanting to sleep. He nudged Enrique with his rear, hoping he would take this as a hint to stop, but the man instead took it as an invitation for more.
Once again, Enrique was thrusting into him, this time making sure that Gino was screaming from the pleasure. Trey was awake, unable to sleep through the screams, and sucking on Gino while jerking himself. After what seemed like the better part of an hour, everyone was finally sleeping. Gino sore, but content, and dreaming of Enrique and Robb Stark.

Subject: Re: Introductions Tue Aug 14, 2012 9:59 pm

It wasn't often that Rafael came home at a decent hour, but twenty minutes after her show had ended he was walking through the front door. She jumped at the sound of it opening, but smiled seductively at him once he had shut it and turned to face her. His eyebrows raised in response, and she knew he wasn't quite sure what she was thinking. She stood and walked over to him, not hesitating to let the first button on his dress shirt loose. Then the second, third, and so on until she had his strong chest and abs exposed.

"What are you doing?" He chuckled and rested each of his hands on her hips. "Show that good tonight, huh?"

She stood on the tips of her toes and bit down on his bottom lip in response, quick and hard, which made him pull her up, legs suddenly wrapped around his waist.

"I'll take that as a yes." He groaned, pressing his forehead to hers and he carried her towards their bedroom. "Who shall I be tonight, my love? Jaime, Robb, or are you feeling up for some Drogo?"
She was used to his jokes about her show. He loved to joke around about how she'd leave him for any of the men on the show. He was wrong, she'd only leave him for some of them.

She dug her nails into his back moments before he unwrapped her from his body and threw her onto their king sized bed. He moved like a predator, slow and graceful, as he climbed onto the end of the mattress and made his way up to her.

"Goodnight, love." He winked and rolled away from her and walked off towards the bathroom.

"Are you serious?" Her eyes glared after him. She should have known he'd pull something like that. "Love you too, asshole!"

His laughter, which always managed to pull at her groin, was his only response. She rolled her eyes and crawled into their bed, knowing it would be some time before he joined her.

Subject: Re: Introductions Tue Aug 14, 2012 10:50 pm

Quentin looked around at the empty apartment when the episode was finished, credits rolling. He hated this part of the night: being alone. He got up off of his recliner, groaning in the process. He really wished Amariah had stayed the night. But she never stayed Sundays. She wasn't a fan of the show; she wasn't too fond of all the sex.
The moon was shining brightly through his window, and Quentin realized he had left the blinds open from earlier this morning. He walked over to them to close them, and saw a small kitten perched outside on the railing, looking in. Quentin looked around to see if its mother was anywhere in sight and could tell that the poor thing was alone. He sighed, pulled up the blinds, unlocked the window, and pulled the small kitten inside.
Once on the floor, the thing couldn't sit still. It was running around, sniffing everything out, letting small "mews" escape its mouth. It ran up to the recliner and attempted to jump on it before falling back onto the floor. With a hake of its head, it readied itself for another pounce, this time, latching onto the material with its claws, and climbed the rest of the way to the cushion. Once on top, it noticed no way down, and began to mew unhappily.
"Don't look at me, buddy. You got yourself up, I expect you to get yourself down."
The kitten merely tilted its head before continuing to cry. Defeated, Quentin helped the poor thing down. Back on the floor, it chased after Quentin's feet, pawing playfully and tripping over its own. He observed it do this for a few minutes before really taking in the features of this kitten.
It was only about four inches long, three and a half or so tall, and bore the marks of what seemed to be a calico. Which was when he recalled that most calicoes were female. He nodded and observed more. She had a small spot on her mouth which made it seem like she had half a mustache. Her paws, purely white. He picked her up and examined her closer. Eyes were turning green. Ears were spotted with a dark rust colour. She was going to be a beautiful cat.
He thought of the milk he had in his fridge and quickly poured some into a small dish. While she was drinking that, he cut a small box's folds off, dumped a neighbor's pot of dirt into the box, and brought it next to the recliner. The little calico quick on his heels. She smelled the contents of the box before stepping in. She kneeded her toes for a few moments before squatting and relieving herself. When she was done, she covered it up, quickly jumped and shook her paws of the dirt, and began exploring some more.
Quentin knew it was time for bed and grabbed her after another half hour of watching her roam around and play with various rubberbands and strings she had found. He laid her on the pillow next to his and pet her gently until she finally fell asleep, worn out and exhausted. He smiled and shook his head.
Well at least it doesn't feel so lonely anymore...
After five or so minutes, he was sleeping.

Subject: Re: Introductions Tue Aug 14, 2012 11:04 pm

Jasmine stretched and turned the television off, setting the now empty popcorn bowl on the bedside table. The episode was just as wonderful, if not more, than she thought it would be. She loved how all of these stories, so different and wonderful in their own ways, could link together like they did. It was pure artistry to her.

She knew that she should have gotten up and did the dishes that were beginning to pile up in her sink, or should have cleaned up a bit, but she was too tired to crawl out of her bed. Plus, it was after ten o'clock now, and she was feeling rather sleepy. She yawned, as if on queue, and rolled over and away from the television. All she wanted to do now was get a good night's rest.

Yet, her mind just wouldn't shut up. It kept going back to the show. Each individual character left an impact on her. Tyrion with his humor. Cersei, the queen she'd like to kill, and her annoying need to take over everything. Robb and his perfectly sculpted face. Jon and his naive beauty. The list could go on and on for her. The creators of the show were brilliant in their casting and she just couldn't get enough of it.

"Sleep..." She mumbled, trying to get the thought of these men out of her head. Finally, she was able to calm her mind, and drifted into a dreamless slumber.

Emeline squealed in delight as the show came to an end. There was no one in the world, no one, who could compare to that man. That barbarian of a man. The way he demanded respect. The way he demanded he get what he wanted when he wanted it. She would give him what he wanted.

The thought made her giggle. He really was brilliant. She lowered the footrest of the chair and began to clean up her living room a bit. She hated living alone. She often missed the village she had grown up in, all of her family and friends, and the friendly people who lived there. She never had to worry about getting mugged or harmed in any way. It was safe there.

Well, it's safer here than it would be in Westeros. She grinned. She'd give up some safety to be in Westeros. Plus, if she had Drogo by her side no one would dare harm her. He'd tear them to pieces.

She finished the cleaning and drug herself off to her room. Work was only seven hours away and she needed to get as much sleep as she could. Pushing the blankets aside, she crawled into her small twin sized bed where it only took moments for her exhausted body to be at rest.

Subject: Re: Introductions Wed Aug 15, 2012 8:24 pm

Genevieve pulled her ballet slippers from her feet backstage, feeling an aching pain shoot from her ankles to her toes. She had worked too hard today, she knew that, but she couldn't help it. How was she going to continue to get lead rolls if she wasn't the best? How was she going to be the best if she didn't practice and earn her right to be the best?

Finally, sometime around 8 o'clock, after hours of practice she knew she had to go home. If she didn't she'd miss out on Game of Thrones. It was the only thing that forced her off the stage that night, otherwise she probably would have been there til around midnight.

Upon arriving home she was excited that she had time to scoop herself some frozen yogurt and get settled into her Victoria's Secret pajamas before cuddling up with her favorite blanket on the couch. The opening scene had begun just as she got comfortable and she squealed in anticipation. This was the highlight of her weekends and she wouldn't miss it for the world.

When the episode had ended she was disappointed that she knew she had to wait another week to find out what happened to each of the characters. Yet, she knew she couldn't dwell on it and had to hit the pillow. Rehearsal was at nine the next morning and she wanted to time to grab a bagel at the bagel stand four blocks down before she had to be there.

She decided to sleep on the couch that night, something she often did, and settled herself into the cushions before closing her eyes. Exhaustion from dancing half the day away made it almost too easy for her to drift off to sleep.

Lotta sat at her window, looking out over the city, and played her violin. The tune was slow, a mixture between hope and loss. She had been working on the piece for over six months, and something felt like it was missing. Though no matter how hard she tried she could not figure out just what it was. So, in frustration, she stopped mid-note and put the violin back on its stand. She needed to breathe, and was glad her favorite show, Game of Thrones, would be on shortly. She walked over to her small loveseat and curled up on it, already in her pajamas, and flipped the channel to HBO. She could remember watching this show when it had began back home in Sweden with her younger sister. She hadn't seen her in nearly a year. It was the hardest thing about leaving her family behind.

By the time the episode was over, Lotta was fighting to keep her eyes open. She knew she should probably get to the bed, but she couldn't seem to get herself to stand and make her way there. So instead she just lay there, listening to the sounds of the city, and thinking about what had happened during the episode. There was always some sort of drama that had her thinking a little too hard about how she'd love to change it.

Like bringing Khal Drogo back...

Before she could think too much more on the Dothraki King, she was fast asleep.

Katherine had given up, once again, to further the novel she was working on. Half finished and she was stuck. There was absolutely no way she was going to be able to finish it within a month. It would be a miracle and miracles didn't exist. She closed her computer and stood to stretch, realizing the time on the clock was just before ten. Game of Thrones was going to be coming on soon, anyway, so it was a blessing in disguise that she could not write anymore. She walked over to the couch and turned the television on, glad to have one thing go right that night.

When the show had ended she could not wipe the smile off of her face. If she never needed a good cheering up she only needed a night with the Starks and the Lannisters. One of them would always find a way to make her heartbeat speed up.

"Now...to bed with me!" She drug herself to the other room where her large king sized bed, empty and alone as it was, was waiting for her.

One day I'll never have to sleep alone again...

She curled up, prayed for her writer's block to disappear at last, and drifted into a dreamless sleep.

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