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 On The Hunt For Love, tag: Roland
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TAG:   ROLAND H. DEVOSS

NOTES:    PUCKER UP BABY

March hadn’t been out in a while. She was having a lack of pheromones for her perfumes, so that meant that she was going to have to go out. She really hated going out. People stared. Not only did they stare they tried to talk to her. That only lead to her looking like a fool. She didn’t know what to say to people and on top of it when she was dealing with pheromones she couldn’t control her actions. Going out in public was a mess, it always was a mess. March needed pheromones so she was going to have to deal. All she had to do was pretend she was invisible. Maybe no one would talk to her? Well that was a heaping load of optimism for no reason. Whatever. She wasn’t going to dress to impress. She was just going to go to a park or somewhere with nature, sit on a bench, read a book, and people watch for pheromones.

The weather was cooling off so March plucked out a pair of leggings with fleece on the inside, a turtleneck sweater dress that was a deep purple, a big black coat, and lastly a pair of black knee high boots. She twirled in the mirror oh how she loved fall and winter. She looked at her hair in all its messiness. To brush or not to brush that was the question. Not to brush was the decision. With a shrug she twisted her hair up into a messy bun and put a ponytail around it to keep it from falling. Perfect. She looked at her face. She wasn’t one to really wear makeup and she wasn’t going to start putting on a full face now. She decided some mascara and a colored chapstick would suffice. She was now ready to leave her house. By the door she kept a couple of her belongings that she always took out with her.

One being a book about nature. She piled them up in her arms then went to grab a cab. It was a bit difficult for the girl, not liking attention, but she managed like she always did. In the cab she finally decided she’d go to the botanical garden. That place had to have a bunch of people on dates. Her best selling perfume had romantic pheromones her least favorite to collect. After a short cab ride she gave the man his money and set off for the gardens. Breathing in the fresh air March felt at home. She made her way to the cherry blossom trees. They happened to be her favorite tree with their beautiful color and smell. Before she was looking for a bench, but now she wasn’t she placed herself under a tree leaning on it as she watched over people. She opened her book up.

The lovely couples hadn’t started to pile in yet. Oh well, she was patient. March’s eyes flew across the book as she read about parts of the world she’d never been. The plants in other places must have also been so amazing. March had traveled a lot when she was younger, but that hadn’t stopped her from wanting to travel more now as an adult. Getting lost in her book March forgot she was out to collect pheromones, well until she finished her book. When she had came to the place it was morning, it was now in the afternoon. Whoops. It wasn’t really a big deal there were a lot more people now. March smiled slightly as she closed the book placing it at her side. She looked around. There was a couple who was fighting. Not what she wanted nope. She stood up moving to where the bridge that overlooked the river was.

Bingo. She stood back by a flower plant admiring it as she watched what unfolded. A proposal. She could feel their pheromones coursing in her own body as she collected them. Wowza they had a lot of pheromones. March must have been fairly rusty at controlling herself once she collected the pheromones she was love sick with nothing and everything. She was practically dancing on air as she roamed around the gardens. She finally was just too out of sorts, she stopped at the indoor garden with more rare plants. The redhead realized she needed to stop roaming around feeling like if anyone were to talk to her she’d throw herself at them. Poor unsuspecting souls would just get a wet one right on the lips with nothing other than a hello. How embarrassed March would be. Thankfully she was staying quiet and it didn’t seem like anyone was going to talk to her.


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Roland Devoss
give me something to believe in
Holiday season was just around the corner, and as such, Roland was much busier with work than during any other time of the year. Maybe it was the holiday spirit that brought out the good in others, but more and more people donated to the charity and in with much larger amounts as well… everyone deserved a holly jolly holidays, and Ro loved that so many people wanted to help others. The only thing he wasn’t generally pleased about was the early hours and constant phone calls he had to take from large scale donors. He had plenty of help, sure, but that didn’t mean he was any less busy as co-chair of the organization. His mother was too busy running the main sectors of the company as well, so he couldn’t hope for any help from her. That left a lot of pressure hanging on Roland’s shoulders, and he had to quell his stress someway, somehow. He plucked his coat from the back of his chair and stood up, setting his office phone to go to voicemail. He’d been working hard since early in the morning— planning events, answering calls, sending out mass emails— all that in mind, he felt he deserved a bit of time for himself. No one would argue that Roland deserved it, and if they did, a stern look would turn that right around. He was still the main company’s VP, after all, and not someone whose authority someone would want to rightly question.

Roland secured the buttons of his coat as he made his way over to the elevator, pressing the button for the ground floor. He stepped out to the usual hustle and bustle of his coworkers and strolled casually to the front desk, tapping his hand against the counter to catch the secretary’s attention. He offered her a smile as she raised her head to peer at him. “I’m heading out for a bit, so if my mother or J needs me, tell them to give me a call on my cell, please. Thank you, Rebecca. Have a lovely weekend, okay?” He flashed another smile and waved as he sauntered off; he was in a bit of a hurry to get out of there before someone stopped him with work questions or the like. His brain was already in sleep mode, and rebooting after his mind had become set on embracing the crisp coolness that was just outside the front doors? That would be a challenge he was wholly unprepared for. Ro sucked in a deep breath as the autumn air caressed his skin, front door swinging open wide as he pressed them. He pulled the lapels of his coat up to his chin and threw his hands into his pockets, starting down the busy streets of Manhattan.

He watched cars shoot past for a moment as he kept pace with the rest of his fellow pedestrians before making his way out to the curb. Lifting his hand and giving a loud whistle, Roland hailed a taxi, slide in quickly, and gave his destination to the driver. “The Brooklyn Botanical Gardens, please,” he requested, closing the door firmly. Ever since he was a boy, Roland rather enjoyed the outdoors. He felt at home there, but the busy city didn’t allow much of that, which meant that he had to make do with what he did have. The garden was as good an option as any and a particularly beautiful place at that. Just wandering aimlessly there would be enough to please Roland and quench his desire for a view aside from the tower of office buildings across the street that his window at work offered. By the time he had arrived at the garden, it was well into the afternoon. That meant he wouldn’t be seeing the office again today, not that he had planned to. Luckily for Ro, he dressed casually enough for work to still look nice, but not out of place as he strolled through the garden, smiling gently to himself. It was lovely, and everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves quite a bit.

Ro caught the very end of a proposal as he made his way to the indoor garden, one of his very favorite places there. He chuckled, shaking his head softly as the woman practically flung herself into her lovers arms. There would likely be a lot more of this as the holidays got closer. Some people just adored the idea of a holiday engagement, for whatever reason. Ro, on the other hand, felt that it dampened the magic of the moment, sharing with the holidays like that, but people could do what they liked. Wasn’t any of his business how they wanted to live their lives… He passed the crowd of people that had started to gather ooh-ing and aww-ing, reflexively rolling his eyes. Wouldn’t something more private be— oh, he didn’t know— more romantic? Stepping into the indoor garden, Roland was happy to have escaped. He scanned over the mostly empty area, admiring the plants as he sauntered along. Most people seemed to be chatting enthusiastically with a companion or two, except for one woman who stood by herself, quietly viewing the garden. Roland narrowed his eyes slightly and decided to approach her. Unfortunately, the man didn’t take into consideration that he was unusually good at sneaking up on people, and by the time he had drawn close at started to speak, this thought occurred to him, but by then, it was too late for that. “Light reading I take it?” he mused, carefully plucking the book the woman had with her to examine the cover. A book on nature, eh? An interesting choice— and a pretty large book for her to be lugging around with her, he determined as he lifted his gaze again to lock eyes with her.

MARCHESA A. VENERIS | 976 | A BOOK THIEF! -GASP-
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TAG:   ROLAND H. DEVOSS

NOTES:    LET THE LORD HAVE MERCY ON HER SOUL. SHE JUST WANTED TO RUN AWAY.

It hadn’t been too long, but March was starting to get used to her overwhelming urges you’d say. Being alone was helpful, it meant that she had nothing to act upon those urges. She only needed a few more minutes before she could probably start stealing more pheromones. You could never get enough. Plus she liked to stock up that way she didn’t have to go out and steal pheromones everyday. Nope instead she made it more of an occasion than an actual job. March was staring at the plant lost in space seriously anyone could come by her and scare the crap out of her let alone someone who was actually good at being sneaky. So when suddenly her book was snatched out of her hands she nearly had a heart attack and if she was a more vocal person she’d have probably said something, but instead she just went to reach for her book as a reaction. Failing miserably.

Light reading I take it? The girl stood there not saying a word she was still feeling the pheromones and didn’t trust herself. Not only that the man stood quite a bit taller than her and was the definition of good looking. Those were all qualities that made her feel like she should abandon ship and forget about the book she could always just buy a new one. The man before her looked over the book seeing what it was about. Oh god what a weirdo she must have seemed reading a book about nature in nature. That kinda defeated the point right. Just experience it. Ugh. This situation was so hard for her. March looked at the guys face again, stopping herself from doing anything. Nothing was happening. She wasn’t speaking and he was just looking at her book.

That should have been when she replied but no instead she made a somewhat inaudible noise that was like a shriek and a I don’t know mixed together then a quick jolt to try to escape where she was. Light reading? She always could have said yes. But that wasn’t March. Nope she was the type of person to leave her belongings in the hands of a stranger and try to run away just to avoid socializing. She just needed to get away and find more pheromones then go home. Yes that was reassuring. Well till the happy couple from earlier was blocking the exit. God damn. Why was everything just going wrong. The pheromones started to get stronger and more flooded into her body. Fun fact. Pheromones like the same pheromones and attract more especially if they were the same. Now March was really hooked up on the love drug again. Lord help her.



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