the only octavius o. pepper (dinglealltheway) wrote in valesco,
@ 2012-12-28 19:49:00

Entry tags:

andrea johnson, anton chang, arista sykes, delilah spinnet, derek dobbs, edward pennifold, ethan jordan, galvin gudgeon, glenda prewett, graciela pennifold, greta catchlove, group, howell williams, iwan quigley, marissa shimpling, matthew summerby, max fancourt, mirabelle jasper, saoirse mullet, scarlett rabnott, seth wadcock, thomas mccormack, violet voltaire

For New Year's Eve!

Octavius thought, all things considered, this party had come together rather nicely. "All things considered" being the harrowing and oddly personal war Mira and he were currently battling out, and its various distractions. With the amount of sabotage his tricky personal assistant wreaked upon him (and, admittedly, some effects of his own retaliation, because he didn't have eight other siblings for nothing), he thought their end-of-the-year bash might never get off the ground. But the floating candles, the rather superb live, musical entertainment, and the food was proof of the fact that, in spite of the squabbling and havoc occuring at the Wizarding Wireless Network studios, they could still throw a rather excellent party.

He optimistically did not let it get to him that he had brought his sister as a date, and an offhand comment she'd made during one of their lunches had given him a spectacular idea for the grand finale of the night. Five minutes before midnight, the lamps would begin to dim to black as the ceiling turned into a reflection of the night sky. Then would begin the countdown, and at the stroke of midnight, ushering in the new year, a slew of firecrackers would be released over the crowd, all courtesy of some handy and pretty ingenious spellwork. Octavius was getting downright gleeful in anticipation of that.

Nor was he letting get to him the unfortunate fact that Mira and he, spitting claws and all, would be taking a portkey at the arse crack of dawn to Istanbul, for the European Cup beginning on the first (or, tomorrow). Select crew, and even some of the party-goers, were in the same boat, but Octavius had a feeling the sleeplessness would be worth it. Tonight would be a night to remember.

OOC refer here for kissing questions! Or ask me :]

(Read comments) - (Post a new comment)

mullets
2012-12-31 12:55 am UTC (link)

While Saoirse liked and respected her teammates, they could really be quite insufferable when they wanted to be. One moment, she was quietly thinking of asking Howell if he would like to relocate to an area less boisterous, for she had something she wanted to talk with him about, and then next... utter horror. Four older women descended upon them all at once, talking loudly, laughing so loudly it make Saoirse's chest heave with dread. Holly, Andrea, Felicia, even Billie? A painfully uncomfortable look spread across her face.

Was it really necessary to repeatedly ask how the two hadmet, and what was Howell like, and wasn't he scrumptious? More blurred questions that Saoirse vaguely responded to were produced, which eventually fell to none when Felicia promptly demanded a biceps challenge from Howell, which promptly made Saoirse desperately need fresh cold air. Felicia had all put grabbed Howell's arm and pushed up his sleeve (with Andrea taking bets concerning the winner), when the fates had it and Thomas appeared with his girlfriend. All attention turned to the new blonde, with Holly smoothly swooping in to curl her arm around Samantha's shoulders and declare how wonderful it finally was to meet her.

Taking this as an intervention of the gods, Saoirse silently slipped back from the scene in front of her, very much reeling from the experience that it was. And that brought her here, standing outside of the party entirely in the snow as she heaved deep chilled breaths. She simply needed some air. It was cold, yes, and her shoulders were bare, but the biting temperature felt like a helpful bucket of ice-cold water.

Though now, she felt completely silly for needing to come out here at all. Her teammates were allowed to be playful, and tease, for they meant it in the most honest of ways. Why she felt the need to have such a dramatic reaction to people she practically saw everyday showing interest in her life was troubling. Thinking on this, Saoirse turned, and began dragging her feet through the snow.

Hands on her face, she eventually dropped them to look up at Howell embarrassingly when he appeared before her.

(Reply to this)(Thread)

howl
2012-12-31 11:52 pm UTC (link)

Was it strange and slightly uncomfortable to be poked and prodded, literally and figuratively, in such a way by her teammates? Oh, undoubtedly, but Howell didn't mind. For the first time, it seemed like Saoirse was letting people know she'd staked her claim on him, and he liked it. He tried to imagine the words his teammates might use to describe him, and decided the top contenders were likely "whipped," "pathetic," and "nancy," but all he felt was happy, so hang the rest.

It took a great deal of self-control to not immediately follow Saoirse when he saw her leave, and not only to hide from the exuberant Arrows. But if she wanted a minute or two for herself, it was the least he could do to see that she got it. After a few minutes had passed, he'd retrieved his cloak since she'd headed out in the direction of the front doors. He didn't even need an excuse for it, since the alarming interest in his arms gave Howell an acute need to swathe his upper body in layers upon protective layers. It would simply be handy that he happened to have the cloak with him if she was cold.

Saoirse wasn't looking in his direction when he found her, so he had a moment or two to observe unseen. He thought she looked pale and lovely and a little sad amidst all the fresh snow, more like a picture in a pretty storybook than truly standing before him.

He was an utter fool.

Jamming his hands in his pockets and stamping a little, as much from the cold as to signal her attention, Howell purposefully played it lightly when he said, "Wondered where you'd gone off too." His eyes glanced over her face in a fleetingly intensive study, a skill he had perfected over the last few weeks, then over her shoulder, studying that view unseeingly. "All right?"

(Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

mullets
2013-01-01 03:08 am UTC (link)

Saoirse nodded her head brusquely, despite it obviously being untrue. She had thought she just needed a moment to collect herself, to breath deeply and let go of her overwhelmed thoughts in the bitter air, which she had, but that did not fix... that this was going to keep happening over and over again. Her brow burrowed at this thought, and Saoirse quickly broke her gaze from Howell to look down at the ground and continue quick pacing.

She didn't know why it was so difficult for her, to share personally with others, but it was. Maybe it had something to do with that she had spent the whole week awkwardly introducing or bringing up Howell Williams to the select that she called friends, and had simply met her limit, or maybe the nerves concerning Eurocup she refused to believe she had were finally getting the best of her. But either way, it felt, now, that she could not continue on feeling... distracted, overwhelmed, and most frequently, like she was functioning as someone that was constantly experiencing a crippling heart attack. Perhaps it was just harder to adjust from single to couple life than she'd thought, for she knew this would all eventually come easy, but right now, it did not. It quite felt like everything was coming at her, and happening, change, all at once, and she couldn't--- she needed--- this was what she wanted to speak with Howell about.

"I don't think we should see one another while we're in Istanbul," Saoirse let out, dropping her twiddling fingers from her lips. She stopped drudging through the snow to look back up at him and her hands wrapped around her elbows, not because she was cold (well, she was, but not enough to do anything about it), but because she felt her words would come across as insincere, as they usually did.

To help ease their harshness, Saoirse smoothly cut the gap between them and looked up at Howell thoughtfully. She thought of reaching out to him, but decided against it for the time being.

(Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

howl
2013-01-01 06:59 am UTC (link)

And he felt utterly foolish.

Howell didn't know why he hadn't been expecting this—for a shaky six months of on-and-off-again courting, the last month read like a dream. Why should it continue to go so smoothly? Life was full of ups and particularly virulent downs, relationships were no different.Though it did seem a silly thing, being lulled into a false sense of security because your girlfriend no longer stuffed you into cupboards or under beds or where-have-you when someone threatened to walk in.

"I see," he said quietly, his hands balling into tight fists in the depths of his pockets despite his easy tone. His shoulders were hunched, seemingly against the frosty bite in the air, but he couldn't feel it. He continued to walk forward without a hitch in his step, though Howell already felt as if he'd stumbled.

Perhaps it was because she'd taken to acknowledging him in her life, to talking about him with others, to taking that scary step towards becoming that much more public, and it was giving her cold feet. He could try to talk her out of it. Try to show her she was being unreasonable, that their fledgling and precarious relationship would never be able to survive a competitive month of silence, that they deserved better than that, that it might even be cowardice, but the very idea of it made Howell tired. If Saoirse couldn't yet see he wished no pressure on her, wouldn't turn tail and run as long as she wanted him around, let her keep him and whatever else secret as long as he knew he was the only one, then she wouldn't ever.

No, she sounded sure, as if she'd given the matter a great deal of thought, and he tried and failed not to be hurt that she had yet again made a decision that affected the both of them by herself.

"And after the Cup?"

(Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

mullets
2013-01-01 07:23 pm UTC (link)

A deep frown took over her face, for she didn't think he understood. No, not that he didn't understand, but that she hadn't explained enough for him to. And, because of that, Saoirse quickly realized this discussion was heading in a direction she did not want it to go down.

"I don't mean it like that," she rushed, desperate to put any doubts he might have about her questioning them being together at all to rest. That wasn't it, no. Saoirse liked Howell very much, so much that her enamor for him startled her when she truly pondered it. It felt like a daily occurrence now, and maybe it was, for her to think of how she had never felt like this about anyone before, especially concerning the circumstances of their meeting, but to pluck up the courage to tell him that was not yet within her.

"I just--- I can't--" Saoirse pulled her lips together in a frustrated manner, once again finding difficulty with her words. "I'm standing out here, in the snow like a lunatic, the day before Euro Cup and--" she stopped herself, disliking how strained and pitchy her voice had turned. She clutched her arms tighter, pressing her tongue to the roof of her mouth. Becoming emotional never did any good.

She let out a short breath, and momentarily looked away at Howell. "You're too distracting," she said, barely above an utter. Saoirse's face shifted, almost as if currently enduring a struggle. "Your face is too distracting, and I can't focus when I'm around you, or with you around other people. And representing my country, in a foreign place, with a new team---" Her hands finally moved to clutch themselves on her chest. She hated how dramatic her words sounded, but she could think of no other way of expressing them.

"You don't.... feel that way, too?" Saoirse's final words did not come out in a demanding manner, or one that begged to be addressed, but simply to show her concern.

(Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

howl
2013-01-02 12:48 am UTC (link)

It touched him a little to see Saoirse so uncharacteristically flustered. The annoyance he was striving for all but crumbled away with her words. Howell had no illusions about how he was tumbling further and faster for her than the other way around, but she was a very taciturn person, so there were a handful of times he forgot she liked him at all. He tried rather valiantly to suppress the warmth what she said had blooming in him, irrespective of the semi-break up posed moments before, but couldn't help himself.

Instead, he stopped and sighed, shaking out the cloak he'd had tucked over his arm and throwing it around her, at least intent that she shouldn't freeze to death out here. He took his time as he fixed the clasp, wondering how best to answer her.

"I suppose I do, a little," he finally said, running his hands down her shoulders and resting them there, rubbing a little so the cold skin would warm quickly. "I don't know if it's enough to—I know it's not enough to make me want to stop seeing you, but—" His hands stilled as he blew out a breath, letting them drop to his side as he shut his eyes.

He wasn't sure what life would be like during the season for them; but he was counting on a long, beautiful four months with her before having to worry about it. If this was a taste of what was to come, he was already bracing himself for the full season.

He opened his eyes and smiled wryly. "But I can't tell you no, so… if that's truly what you want… If we're still together, and nothing will change at the finish of the month, then—" My god, how much did he not want to agree to this, "then I'll do my best."

(Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

mullets
2013-01-02 04:03 am UTC (link)

How could one feel so relieved and so guilty at the same time? Saoirse blinked blankly as Howell produced a cloak she had not noticed he was carrying, and took the effort to watch his face as carefully as she could manage as he pulled the piece of clothing around her.

He was upset. He did not agree with her. She glanced down at their feet for a moment, letting his reluctant agreement sit heavily in her stomach. What could she do, what could she say to prove to him that this would be for the best, that it would work, and when the month ended they would come together again like nothing had changed? That this was not, by any stretch of the imagination, a sign for an impending break up? No, never, it made her frenzied to even think---

Just the thought alone made Saoirse's chest tighten, and because of that she looked back up at him with new determination. She would get better with this, she was sure. And if she didn't, then she would force herself to, but character reconstruction could not take place during one of the most single important events in her life thus far, in which many other people were counting on her to be perfect.

"Nothing is changing." She reached up, and gently rested her palm on the side of his face. Her head tilted slightly as she spoke. "I still like you very much," she murmured, letting her hand flatten so her fingers could meet his hair. "And you are very important to me. Please don't talk as if we won't ever be together."

Her lips pressed together with her next words, and her grip on the side of his face tightened. "I just need this."

Saoirse then rose up on her toes, with the intent of kissing him soundly. If he accepted it, of course. She would understand why he suddenly wouldn't, but hoped he would.

(Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

howl
2013-01-02 05:19 am UTC (link)

He was beginning to believe she held the well-being of his heart quite literally in her hands, as the simple act of a mere five fingers on his face caused the usually-steady organ, already twisting at her words, to sputter and give out. Howell didn't think he'd be able to turn away a kiss from Saoirse even if he wanted to, but he didn't. He slid one hand beneath the cloak to wrap around her waist and hold her to him, the other cupped her chin as he kissed her quite fiercely. And I just need you.

When he froze abruptly, he inadvertently broke away from her, breathing raggedly. After a beat, he blinked and relaxed slightly, pressing a kiss to the side of her mouth, and releasing her chin to grasp the hand she held to his cheek.

Shaken, panicked, and vaguely uncomfortable, Howell laced his fingers with hers and lowered them, facing forward again. "Then I'm glad I can do it for you," he said, in only a slightly strangled voice.

Perhaps… perhaps Saoirse had a point. Perhaps a bit of distance would be good for them, professionally, and even personally. This was a very big tournament, and neither of their teams had finished the season strongly. They had a chance at redemption, and he did his countrymen a disservice by feeling lacklustre about participating. A few weeks to focus on something other than one another would be good for them, wouldn't it? From moving too fast, and all everyone warned about in beginning new relationships.

He silently gulped in a few much-needed mouthfuls of the frigid air and wondered at the hour. He didn't have his timepiece, but he hadn't heard any firecrackers, so it couldn't yet be midnight. Howell didn't truly care; he couldn't even remember why they'd decided to come, anyway. But since they were already out… there wasn't really a reason to stay, was there?

"We have a few hours yet," he said, tucking their hands into his pocket. "I just want to spend them with you."

(Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

mullets
2013-01-02 08:02 pm UTC (link)

She opened her eyes when Howell broke away, and when he kissed her again, Saoirse kept a steady gaze on his face, watching him intently.

Had it been... what she said? For as much as he willed to hide it, his general uncomfortableness did not go unnoticed by her. Saoirse would admit, as he took her hand in his, that now that her words were catching up with her, they made her heart race faster than it already was. Had they been too strong? Were they not appropriate? Was it not... she had thought.... her brow furrowed unsettlingly.

His final agreement did ease her, but it unfortunately did not curb the rising doubt quickly taking a hold of her.

Had that not been what he wanted to hear? For, she sinkingly realized, she had said what she said to appease him. She believed them, yes, they were true within the confines of her mind, but... had she not just told herself, only moments ago, that she was not ready to let him in on how she was beginning to think she felt about him? So why had she... Had it not only been after his second mention breaking apart, that she felt it necessary to say something to get him to stop bringing it to mind? And had she not...

As the internal reasonings behind her declaration begin to pour in, Saoirse felt her breath increasingly leave her. Then, suddenly, such a searing pain began ripping at her chest that she quickly broke his warm hand from hers, pulled it from his pocket, and rested it firmly over her heart.

What was she doing? She shouldn't have said... anything, any of that! It was wrong, to use something so significant, to... to... tide him over so she could get what she wanted. What had even possessed her to... the desire for manipulation, the thought of making him happy? Neither, she decided quickly, sat well with her. And she did not continue on, for she knew it would only make her feel sicker.

"I don't know... if we should," Saoirse finally let out, her voice thick with apprehension. And fear, for now she couldn't help but think that she could not trust herself. She shook her head, and went to dislodge herself from him.

"Maybe... it would be best... you don't have to say that, that you want to..." she began to shake her head.

(Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

howl
2013-01-03 04:21 am UTC (link)

Talking himself into to the idea of a month apart was going better, for the few moments of peace he had to contemplate it. When Saoirse snatched her hand back, however, his train of thought was entirely derailed as he blinked and tried to process what had just occurred, just as she began to speak.

He didn't have to say what? It would be best if they did what? She didn't know if they should what? He wasn't understanding a damn word she was saying, but he knew her tone well enough that it had him squeezed in cold fist of panic. "Hold on," he managed, "just hold on a bloody minute."

Howell might have been marginally warming up to the idea of a little distance, but that didn't mean he wanted to stop seeing her. Just that maybe—maybe—some time apart would allow them to cool off and get their heads on straight, which couldn't go amiss. Suddenly, he wondered if this had been her way of gradually talking him around to the idea of breaking up, and felt the hair stand up on the back of his neck as temper suddenly got the best of him.

"I don't have to like it when my girlfriend," he emphasised the title meaningfully, rounding on her, "wants me to stop speaking to her for a month. But I said I'll do it, since it's important to you and nothing else will be different between us, and I will."

He was crowding her, absolutely, able to restrain himself from placing his hands on her shoulders, but not quite from jabbing his finger at her as his voice grew in volume. "So if you've changed your mind about us in the last minute, that's just too damn bad, because I'm not finished with you!"

Scowling deeply, a little breathless after his outburst, he shoved his fisted hands back into his pockets.

(Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

mullets
2013-01-03 05:48 am UTC (link)

She needed to stop speaking up for the intent of his benefit. That, much, was clear as Saoirse breathed deeply and looked down at her feet. And while apart of her couldn't truly be upset with Howell for becoming angry, that nonetheless did not stop the burn it created in her chest. His raised voice, and his pointed finger... it only made her volley between self-loathing and confusion even further.

Could she now, in addition to saying all the wrong things, no longer read him as well? If it had not been what she said, then what was his hesitance, his uncomfortableness, concerning? She didn't... know. Saoirse pulled her lips back in an attempt to stop her quivering bottom one, feebly, but it was to no avail. Her face grew hot, even though the rest of her body felt quite like it had been freshly exposed to a bitter ice bath, and it took a great deal of self control to not let any more emotion appear on her face.

It was only after swallowing soundly did Saoirse begin to move. She quietly took his cloak resting on her shoulders off, taking her time with it. Wearing it was unnecessary, now, with how cold she felt, and more importantly, she didn't think she could stand to be wearing it a minute longer. She folded it neatly in her hands, blinking quickly to help stay focused. Then, after a long silence, she finally spoke.

"I wish you, and Wales, the best of luck next month," Saoirse said calmly, and cooly, despite her face quite red with embarrassment. She stuck out his cloak to him. His scowl made something within her die a little, so she averted her gaze from his face.

What else could she say? His words dug deeply within her, they made her feel more confused, and alarmed, in the most horrible of ways. So while she would have liked to spend a few more hours with him, start the new year with Howell, that didn't seem very possible now. Who knew what else she would do or say with the thought of appeasing him but to only in the end offend?

Her mouth opened to perhaps apologize, for everything, but even now, she knew how insincere it would sound. So instead, Saoirse made a show of closing her mouth again with a confused look, returned his belonging to him, and quickly turned away. Now not only would their time apart be difficult, but bitter and heavy as well.

(Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

howl
2013-01-03 07:13 am UTC (link)

Her parting shot left him absolutely stupefied, which was how the cloak had even wound up back in his hands to begin with. He was beginning to get the feeling that they were having two entirely separate conversations, and wondered how she could fail to hear him so utterly.

Howell might have let her go, had he not glimpsed her pale bare shoulders from the corner of his eye. His own feelings were hurt enough, his mood black enough, that he felt the need to curl up in a corner and lick the wounds he wasn't quite sure how he'd received. But the sight of her skin snapped at him, and hell have him if he was going to let her freeze to death just because they had fought—if, in fact, that's what this entirely too confusing exchange was. Besides which, he'd meant what he's just told her, hadn't he? Loudly, and with emphasis. If she wanted to test him, then he was more than happy to let her know how serious he was.

He could only make it worse by making her more upset, and the way (possibly even the fact that she had at all) she wished him luck smacked of finality, so Howell didn't see himself as being overrun with choices. He cut in front of her quite nimbly, bracing his hands on her shoulders as he levelled himself down to look her in the eye. "Stop running away from me," he said, voice ripe with frustration. His hands gave her the slightest shake. "Tell me what you want from me, Saoirse. Just tell me, and I'll give it to you, I swear."

(Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

mullets
2013-01-03 07:58 am UTC (link)

She wasn't running away, she was letting him be, was that not clear? Saoirse tucked her chin to her shoulder as Howell shook her, her thoughts completely collecting at how tired she now felt. What had happened, why was this so difficult? Why was she so difficult? Why was this fight even happening in the first place?

Her tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth, and Saoirse thought it better to not respond, for it felt like that would take more energy and only create more issue. But, as she so gluttonously was, she couldn't help herself, and her mouth began to run.

"I don't want to talk about breaking up, I don't want to think about it. I don't want it to happen," she mumbled quickly, pushing the side of her face into her own shoulder. "I didn't mean to overwhelm you, with saying how important... you are to me, I just thought---" She stopped for a moment, the words feeling stuck in her throat. "--- I thought that you would need to hear it, to agree to temporary space."

Exhaustion now felt like an appropriate word to describe her state, but she knew she had to continue on.

"I just need space, for a bit, to do a proper job," Saoirse let out in a smaller voice, once again feeling silly. For didn't other couples deal with this with ease? How did they do it? She had no bloody idea, because right now, it seemed like the most difficult thing in the world.

"I'm sorry that's... not what you want," she let out finally, her eyes closing for a moment. What more... she wasn't sure what else she could say? Or do... all Saoirse did know was that she did not want to be... she did not want to leave Howell like this, leave them in a place that was not... good. So, despite immediately thinking it inappropriate, her hand reached up to tentatively rest on his chest.

(Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

howl
2013-01-04 04:41 am UTC (link)

She told him that because she thought he would need to hear it? Did that mean she really felt that way, or she was just telling him he was important to her to appease him? No, he couldn't—wouldn't—think that way, because hadn't Saoirse first said she didn't want to talk about breaking up, didn't want it to happen? So it wouldn't. He wouldn't let it. And now faced with the mess of his burgeoning feelings for her, and the scare of actually breaking up, the month didn't seem so bad, in comparison. Not that he wanted it, and had to say as much.

"It's not," Howell told her honestly, biting back a sigh as he cupped his hand over hers, sure she could feel his heart beating. That simple move had his defences dropping quicker than a snap. "It's not, but I'll do it because you asked me to." He couldn't bring himself to tell her that she hadn't overwhelmed her with her declarations; in fact, it would be quite the other way if he hadn't promptly curbed the impulse to tell her what she meant to him. And still might be, if he tried to appease her. Instead he tried to show her by bringing her closer, keeping his other arm around her waist.

He hunched his shoulders, feeling weary and wholly unwilling to let her go. Howell had a sinking sensation he had devolved to a full pirate and would sweep her over his shoulder if she refused him next. "Let's just forget it for now," he pleaded softly, bending to press his forehead to hers. "Can we just… spend the rest of the year together and forget it?"

(Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

mullets
2013-01-04 04:31 pm UTC (link)

Had she ever, so much in her life, desired simply for a warm embrace? No, Saoirse answered herself tiredly, she had not, and because of that, she easily wrapped her arms around him as he brought her closer to him. Had she ever felt so mentally spent, either? Not for a very long time, and for that, she curled her hands on Howell's back to clutch his robes tightly.

When he spoke again, and rested his forehead to hers, a bit of her face brightened. She did, that was what she wanted, practically all she could ever think about wanting at this point. To spend what time was left together, quietly, without the distractions of what felt like the world. But, the burn of... whatever their exchange would be categorized as was still fresh, and made her withhold from responding immediately.

No, no, no--- she would not let her hesitations and reservations get the best of her, twice in what seemed like mere seconds. Very much determined to get over herself, Saoirse began to nod slowly, and then vehemently. Yes, she wanted to spend the last few moments of this year with him, for almost half of it had truly been about him, hadn't it?

Saoirse closed her eyes, and as they did, her hands raced to hold the sides of his face. She couldn't give him this fierce kiss within her fast enough, and longingly she pushed her lips to his to help convey just how much she truly wished to cut this entire memory out of her conscious, and, above all, let him feel just how much she wanted to be with him.

"Please," she let out, agreed, after they parted. Her fingers laced through his hair behind his neck, and she let out a few heavy breaths. "Yes, please."

(Reply to this)(Parent)

(Read comments) -

scribbld is part of the horse.13 network
Design by Jimmy B.
Logo created by hitsuzen.
Scribbld System Status