EVENT LOG: ON TODAY'S EPISODE...

[lucetimods]

Who: Everyone and everyone's evil twin.
What: Drama! Romance! Gripping soliloquies! Otherwise known as our SOAP OPERA EVENT.
When: April 26th - April 30th
Where: All 'round town and coming to a TV guide near you.
Summary: For more information, see this post.
Rating: Keep it PGish! Take anything too raunchy to your appointments posts, darlings.

Log for any and all events around town during the event. But also feel free to do your own posts as well! And yes, this will be the only mass log for the whole weekend.

HAVE FUN.

Comments

[Yus]

[windandrain]

[Oh...oh no! It's Clint...and she's...oh, and he's coming to her hiding spot. Saori presses her wormlike self against the tree, peering out shyly at her boyfriend from around the tree.

Oh...and he's seen her. Of course he has...he's Clint and she's just...unworthy. But it's rude to just stare. So she stammers out...]

H-hi?

[Awesomeness]

[asthehawkflies]

[There she is. He smiles warmly at her when he spots her, moving closer until he sees how soaked through she is by the rain.]

Saori! You're soaked! Here, take my jacket!

[He shrugs out of it and offers it to her.]

[So Moe...]

[windandrain]

[She accepts the jacket tremulously, knowing better than to argue with him. But it's strange, she doesn't really deserve someone like him being nice to her.]

T-thank you. B-but won't you be cold? You don't need to.

[She steps out from around the tree though, looking at the ground like the insect she is.]

[It feels like Clint should either be a biker or in school uniform... IDK]

[asthehawkflies]

[He smiles when she takes the jacket and moves to lean back against the tree, watching her calmly.]

I can manage. You look like you need it more. I'd hate for you to catch a cold.

[Probably!]

[windandrain]

I-if you're sure.

[Putting it on, the shy girl pointedly looks away, trying not to think about how nice he is and how plain she is and how silly she has to look in her Hello Kitty t-shirt and soaking skirt. Pathetic, she knows, but...she didn't want to embarrass herself with him.]

W-we should get inside, so you don't get a c-cold either. I don't want that. Never for you.

[Probably!]

[asthehawkflies]

I wouldn't be offering if I wasn't sure.

[He slides a hand down her shoulder when she puts on the jacket, giving it a gentle squeeze. They're quite a contrast; him in his jeans and t-shirt and black leather jacket, but he thinks it works.]

You're right. We should. I have my bike with me.

[windandrain]

[The squeeze draws a faint shiver from her, despite the thick leather covering her arms. It's...a very romantic scene, at least, and one she definitely doesn't deserve. She's not pretty enough for a man like him. A shy little rat. But...she can't say that. She does love him. They've had such fun, before she realized just how lowly she was...after all.]

You do? W-well, you should go. It's not far to my h-house. I don't want to be more of a burden to you, d-dearest.

[She nearly bites her tongue in surprise at that. She can hardly believe how bold she is.]

S-sorry...

[asthehawkflies]

[He raises an eyebrow at that, leaning in a little closer and giving her a warm look.]

You're not a burden sweetheart. And the bike is built for two. You just need to hold on tight.

[windandrain]

O-oh. Alright.

[The warm look loosens her up a bit. If...she's not a burden, and he can love a bit of slime like her then that's alright. She can deal with that. And like a little rat she squirms up against him as they walk.]

Thank you...for caring about a lowly rodent like me. I...I don't deserve it.

[asthehawkflies]

[He takes her hand and starts to lead her over towards where his motorbike is parked, hurrying a little to try to avoid the rain, although they're both soaked already.]

Who's been telling you that? I don't like it when you talk down about yourself.

[windandrain]

N-n-nobody. I'm just...saying what's true.

[She trots along with him, throwing caution aside and still nestling against him]

[asthehawkflies]

It's hardly true. I don't waste my time with people who are like that.

[He wraps an arm around her, pulling her a little closer.]

[windandrain]

B-b-but...I...

[She stammers, her own self worth, or lack thereof...not being used to being bolstered. She hurries on in a quick, breathy voice, still leaning against him]

I don't do anything right. I don't know how you stay with me. I'm just a giddy fool most of the time. Certainly not worth much. And...and...

[Better stop her somehow, Clint. Or she'll just keep going....]

[asthehawkflies]

[Clint mercifully knows the perfect way to quiet her and stifle the raging thoughts about her lack of self worth for a short while. He grasps her chin gently and tilts her head up to give her a firm kiss, one that demands her full attention.]

You think I'd do that to someone worthless?

[windandrain]

[She squeaks when he pulls her close, but relents entirely. The kiss makes her melt against him, her legs a quivering mess, but she returns it. Her eyes blaze as her attention is completely grabbed.

Breathlessly she replies]

No. No, you wouldn't. [And saying otherwise would make him look bad, if there were others watching.]

Thank you. For being my rock. With you here...I don't feel quite so useless.

[J-Drama dialogue needs a lot of work.]

[asthehawkflies]

[He wraps his strong arms around her, holding her upright as they kiss and he loves the breathless way that she speaks after it.]

You know I'll always be around, sweetheart. Maybe it's fate.

[windandrain]

[She leans against him, arms slipping up to rest on his chest]

Fate. Yes, it must be. How else could I find someone like you, to lift me up.

[Yea, she needs new writers]

[asthehawkflies]

[He gives a small smile and kisses her again softly.]

So, come on. Let's get out of the rain before we get sick.

[windandrain]

A-alright.

[She kisses back, a lot more confidently]