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Post by kriss adaria on Jan 19, 2008 11:25:19 GMT -5
Kriss paused, glancing about her. No one seemed around. Good. She had a long, aluminum pole in her right hand, with bright, colorful cloth wrapped around the end farthest from the ground. Unwinding it, it rolled out brilliantly. It was a flag, the pole black, the silk dark purple, a lilac color, cream and one strip of gold. It was thin, and as she began warming up with it, it didn’t make a sound as it rippled through the air. She liked to practice and have fun with it on her own, not wanting others make fun of her. Her dark brown hair fell into her eyes and she stopped, glaring at her hair. With a sigh, she put it up in a loose ponytail, keeping it out of her eyes for at least a little while. Her jeans were plain, as was her T-shirt, red with a large Snoopy hugging Woodstock. It always made her smile when she looked at it. But now time to focus. It had been a while since she had practiced, what with all the drama going on inside the hotel, with the coven living upstairs. She shook her head and picked up her flag again. Now she went into front-and-backs, her favorite movement. She began moving it faster, so that it was a colorful blur in front of her face and behind her back. Slowing down, she caught it, stopping it. Bringing it up, she began to count, murmuring to herself, starting her favorite routine. She began to smile, and hum the song it went to to herself. Her mind focused and slowed at she slipped into the familiar stupor that went hand in hand with doing the routine, her mind letting go and her body taking over. In a faded place in her mind, she casually wondered what would happen if someone happened to walk by. She would be horrified if she hit him.
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Post by david corbly brockman on Jan 19, 2008 12:08:57 GMT -5
To be blind is not miserable;Slow and cautious steps were taken across the grass as the tall figure made his way in silence. There was no intention of stopping to rest, for he wasn't in the mood to just sit and be bored somewhere. He had hoped for something to do, but alas he couldn't find anything. So now he wandered alone in silence, which was not very out of place for Corbly. He was a quiet guy, that didn't really like to be close to anyone else for an unimaginable amount of reasons. He kept his space from most humans, and they seemed to return the favor at times.
His oddly pale skin was covered up by the best of 'shades'; black. When most people would say color, black is actually the absence of color. From head to toe the male was dressed in not heavy clothes, but clothes that would hide him from the sun's rays. He wore a black leather jacket that had no sleeves, but an undershirt had sleeves too long for his arms and they both went over his torso, and the collar of the jacket was starched pulled up to cover the parts of his neck that his hair couldn't. A pair of black, form fitting pants, fit over his long legs. They were not tight, but comfortable. Underneath the slightly flared bottoms of his pants was a pair of black and white original converse. He had no need for a hat, for he teased his hair enough that it was sticking out in all directions and covered plenty of his face.
Bright blue eyes found the sight of another within the courtyards. He found the figure in somewhat of a daze. Whether it was because they saw him or something else he could not be entirely sure. However, the male made no action to get closer to the other whom stood at least four yards away from where he was walking. The color of the other being represented partially that he or she was a human and not a vampire. He'd passed a lot of humans today, and stopped to talk to none of them, and he treated this one just the same, but still was slightly curious as to what he or she was doing. At first a smooth, sort of happiness had come across and then this stupor. Curse him for being curious, but it was slightly natural. Along with being so restricted. That prevented him from getting any closer. not to be able to bear blindness, that is miserable.
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Post by kriss adaria on Jan 19, 2008 12:33:47 GMT -5
She began to hum louder, feeling truly alone and her movements flowed gracefully with the flag. She loved Color Guard, it gave her the feeling that she was a part of something. Her dark hair started to slip from her loose ponytail and fall in her face, but she didn't stop until she had finished the routine. She reached the last eight counts and tossed the flag, catching it deftly with a bright smile on her face. She could tell you how many times she had missed to catch or done it wrong. Plus it was easier with an aluminum pole that a wooden one, which was so much more heavy and less easily controlled. Sighing, she placed her flag on the ground and pulled her hair from its ponytail, letting it fall in dark, silky waves over her shoulders. Putting her hands above her head, she leaned back and stretched, cracking her back. That was when she saw someone watching her.
Her eyed widened, her back still bent as she stretched. He surprised her, and she toppled over backwards. Umm, hi. She spoke like a idiot, still on her back on the grass. Getting up, she dusted off her butt and looked him over. It was warm and sunny today, she herself in a t-shirt. The jeans were a must, she always wore jeans. But this kid was really wrapped up. His skin was pale, too pale. He must be part of the coven. She got a little nervous and offered a smile. I'm Kriss. Bending down, she picked up her flag and twirling it idly, doing front-and-backs, switching hands with a drop spin between them to switch hands. She felt awkward, so it was natural for her to pick up her flag and start messing with it to give her something to do before she began shifting her weight from foot to foot.
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Post by david corbly brockman on Jan 19, 2008 13:07:48 GMT -5
To be blind is not miserable;He could hear the humming that came from the figure and still watched with a bit of curiosity. Once again the joyful glow returned and the figure moved with happiness and confidence. He still remained silent and brows furrowed a bit as the figure bent backwards in an awkward shape. He blinked a few times pretty quickly and then shock took over. He took a quick step back, knowing he wasn’t too close, but knowing that he’d surprised the other in an obviously very unpleasant manner. The male hadn’t meant too, and partially was why he stayed quiet. He didn’t figure he’d be noticed if he stayed quiet and up until this point, that thought had proved to be true. Now however, he was probably thought to be a freak or something... Not that he wasn’t a freak already just by some pure, plain as day facts, but now he was just randomly watching the person. That’s so completely normal!
The male turned his head slightly and hid his abnormally bright blue eyes from the other’s sight. The voice passed through the being’s lips to show itself as a female. The tones were slightly awkward for being surprised so abruptly, but none the less the voice was a female’s... That or else a male that had not yet reached his stage of puberty... He watched quietly, a small frown showing itself on his pale features as he watched her get up from the ground. “Sorry to disturb you…” he spoke right off the bat after her awkward hello, apologizing for catching her off guard like that. He kept his distance from her, and still didn’t look in her direction for he kept his eyes hidden. There was a moment of silence before the female spoke, addressing herself as Kriss; an interesting name for a female. He knew men that took the name, but then again he couldn’t say that he didn’t know other women by the name as well. The frown never left his features as he was quiet for another long moment.
He still watched her figure, noting the movement of grabbing something and then a familiar movement that he had watched her make earlier. “I’m—Corbly.” tones were soft, and slightly hesitant because he was thinking he should probably just leave. He was awkward enough, dressed the way he was and surprising her like he did. He didn’t know what to say to her, and that would make things worse; for some reason though he stuck around. Perhaps it was the curiosity that lurked within him to know what it was that she was doing, or perhaps it was just the fact that he was bored. not to be able to bear blindness, that is miserable.
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Post by kriss adaria on Jan 21, 2008 14:00:18 GMT -5
Her movements slowed, stopping the flag and placing the end against the ground as she watched him. He avoided her gaze, which puzzled her a bit. She leaned against the pole, still looking at him. His hair was interesting, longish, but not really, framing his face and shadowing it from the sun. He wore complete black from his sleeveless jacket to his shoes. She liked the sound of his voice, for it was soft, almost shy, making her voice sound like she was shouting.
She shrugged and smiled, still puzzled by him. It's not problem. I'm just glad you didn't walk too close. I would feel horrible if I'd hit you. I've done it enough times and had it done to me way too many times. She stopped and chuckled. I've also hit myself too many times as well. The light skin around her eyes crinkled a bit as she smiled wryly at him. Corbly, that was an interesting name. But now it was awkward, the silence between them loud. Silence was so freaking loud, a quote from one of her favorite books. Now she knew what the character had meant. Now she looked away from him, examining the grass beneath her feet and the flowers nearby. She wanted to say something, but couldn't think of anything to say. What do you say to start a conversation with a complete stranger? I tell ya, it's pretty hard. She took a step back, unrolled her flag again and did a violent toss, putting all her frustration and embarrassment into it. Sighing heavily, she set it down before looking back to Corbly. Sorry. I just start playing with my flag when I feel awkward or nervous. I'm in Color Guard. She smiled apologetically at him, wondering if he was actually going to look at her sometime.
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Post by david corbly brockman on Jan 21, 2008 16:25:11 GMT -5
To be blind is not miserable; Corbly had always had that certain sound and look about him. The way he stood and the way he spoke presented a slightly shy frame of mind. He wasn't really shy, just very hesitant. Sometimes it felt as though everyone was out to get him, even when they were on his side. It was just a paranoid thing that came along with being blind. He didn't give his trust away very easily, and the few times that he has given it away, the other person hurt him horribly. He dislikes the feeling of being vulnerable, and although it haunts him day to day, he remains cautious to avoid any type of damage that might occur.
'Hit me?' her words puzzled him, and he still couldn't figure out what it was that she was doing out here. Her movements, when she moved, were fiery and exaggerated, but that could mean a number of things. She could be cheering, working on dance moves, or calling for rain. He didn't know, but not once did color guard come into his mind. He tilted his head a bit as she chuckled, but not really a noticeable amount. The male stayed very quiet as she spoke of hitting herself as well. He was definitely missing a piece of the puzzle here, and sight would be a huge bonus because he was starting to think she was insane. Hitting herself, other people hitting her, she hit other people occasionally. What the hell?
Finally the silence filled the space between the beings and no one said anything. He watched her move backward a step or two, and thrust her arms up into the air. Her heavy sigh followed and more words slipped from her lips. She spoke of using her flag as a distraction when she felt awkward or nervous. Then she said the words he'd needed to complete the puzzle. Color Guard! That's what she was doing, tossing, twirling and moving the flag which was on a pole. Everything made sense now, and the abnormally blue eyes of the vampire rose to finally look at her. The eyes had dull gray centers that had a blueish tinge to them, but they faded into a light blue until the color reached the outside of his cornea, which was a very bright sky blue. His hair shaped nicely around his features, but didn't hide the eyes any longer now that they were gazing in the direction of the female before him. A very faint smile curled his lips, and parted them ever so slightly, but not enough to see his fangs, just to show that he had straight white teeth hidden beneath his pierced lips. "Call it strange or whatnot, but I hadn't been able to figure out what you were doing..." he said in those soft tones once more. There was a lack of hesitance this time when he spoke, but the words that left his lips still made Kriss sound as though she were yelling. not to be able to bear blindness, that is miserable.
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Post by kriss adaria on Jan 21, 2008 18:54:19 GMT -5
Kriss could see that she had confused him, the tilt of his head gave it away. She started laughing, not too loud, very conscious of the sound of her voice compared to Corbly. He was so quiet. Almost too quiet. But she liked it. She was always around quiet people, being a quiet creature herself. She just happened to sound loud next to him. Anyone would sound loud next to him. She would be careful with her pitch now, of course. But it wouldn't seem natural and she knew that she would soon escalate to her normal level. He lifted his head and looked at her, and her dark eyes widened. His eyes were like ice chips, a bright, light blue. She took an involuntary step forward, bringing herself close to him so that she could get a better look at his incredible eyes. Her lips parted a bit are her jaw fell down about an inch.
Wow. She was shell-shocked. Absolutely floored. Then he smiled a bit, and caught a glimpse of how handsome he was. Damn. What was wrong with her? She inched forward a little more, not really realizing that she was doing it. She became confused, for she couldn't see his pupils. It was like he didn't have any. She shook her head. She wanted to know why, but she wasn't the kind of person to just say, 'Hey, what's wrong with your eyes?' One of her....friends I suppose you could call her, would be the first to come out with that question. No tact. Kriss wouldn't do that, no way. He spoke and she smiled, laughing a little. I know. Big colorful swirling thing on a pole can be a bit confusing, especially with people who aren't familiar with it. That's one of the reasons I like to practice away from people. Practicing where there was more than one person around made her self conscious and made her feel like a geek.
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Post by david corbly brockman on Jan 21, 2008 20:57:47 GMT -5
To be blind is not miserable; Being loud wasn't something that was all that acceptable in his home. So he grew to be a quiet child. Especially since he'd been so close to his twin. Damien had been the loud one that stole the spotlight. He'd been the one to want all the attention, but then, by simply being his brother, Corbly gained attention too. So it wasn't like he was left out of anything. Damien always made sure that Corbly was seen as well, even when he didn't really want to be seen. If he'd seen the reaction he probably would have looked at her like she was insane and walked away, but all he could tell was that she moved forward a bit. Corbly stayed in his spot, still looking in her general direction as the silence between them remained. He wasn't really bothered by the silence, but it was a little weird to him that she moved closer. He wasn't that quiet was he? Corbly knew that he was soft spoke, but he was loud enough that he usually didn't have to repeat himself.
She inched forward again and his eyes moved a bit, looking in her direction to see if there was a real reason that she kept moving forward. Although it was only a slight movement, he could tell she was moving. He didn't move, or give off any signs that he was uncomfortable, because he wasn't. Just as long as she didn't hit him with her flag, he would be alright. If she hit him with the flag, he'd probably just leave without another word, which wasn't exactly hard for him to do. He left situations all the time without a problem. "Yeah, it seems a little confusing. Especially if you hit people with it. Talk about painful." the soft tones were followed by an equally soft laugh, but it dulled back into a smile after a short moment. His pouty lips still held that slight upward curl, shaping his features a bit differently then his frown earlier. There was almost a soft look to them now. "So, how long have you been with the color guard? Your moves earlier seemed a little complicated, or perhaps that's just me..." he asked with soft tones again. not to be able to bear blindness, that is miserable.
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Post by kriss adaria on Jan 22, 2008 15:58:31 GMT -5
She laughed as he spoke. Oh yes it hurts. The wooden poles hurt more. Their heavier, thicker. I like the aluminum, their lighter and easier to control. She smiled and shrugged. She still had her flag in her hand, and was leaning slightly on it, as she usually did. Luckily it was a longer one, about 5 and a half feet. A good size to lean on. She was so lazy. She admitted it easily too. Like if someone called her weird, she'd admit to that. She watched History Channel, dammit! If that's not weird, then she didn't know what was.
He asked about Guard and she shrugged. This is my second year. I was going to do it freshmen year, but I forgot, so I started sophomore year. He commented on how hard the movements must be and she laughed a little. Hard? Those movements? The routine she had done was the first one she had learned with the big flags. She hated the hand flags. And drop spins and front-and-backs? Those were easy! She smiled and shook her head. They aren't hard at all! The routine I was doing was the first one I had ever learned, and it was pretty simple. Drop spins and front-and-backs are simple, drop spins being the simplest of all. To demonstrate, she crouched down to get her flag. As she stood up again, she was caught once more by his eyes and was thrown off guard. She was dumbstruck, again.
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Post by david corbly brockman on Jan 22, 2008 16:19:27 GMT -5
To be blind is not miserable; "I bet. I know the difference between wood and aluminum. I was helping my baseball coach clean the practice field and in the store room were the bats. I don't know what I did, but I caused all of them to fall on me. Although all of them hurt when they hit me, I was thankful that there were more aluminum ones..." he said, a soft smile remaining upon his lips. He'd never actually played baseball, just because of the pure fact that he couldn't see the ball, but he'd always been there to help his brother's team. He could hit pop flies for them to catch in practice, but that was about it. Other time he was just their personal cheering section when no one else would cheer for them. He loved his brother dearly and did all that he could to support the brother that helped him out in so many different ways. He wished to see Damien again, but didn't have the faintest idea of where he was now. The last time he'd heard from the twin, he was in New York... No specific area of the large state either. He'd just made it to where he wanted to go.
He listened carefully as she spoke of the routine being unimaginably easy. She said it was the first she'd learned and that it was actually pretty simple. He shrugged slightly. "Well, I wouldn't know." the soft lyrics came from his lips as the small smile remained, keeping his nice lips slightly curled to show a light, happier look to his abnormally pale features. "I've never been in color guard, and I am not all that coordinated." a soft chuckle followed these equally soft words as he watched her figure drop down, but there was a noticeable pause in her movements. Corbly watched for a moment, and still she didn't really shift, or if she did it was very subtle and he couldn't pick out the movement.
"Is something wrong?" the lyrics left his parted lips, and head tilted slightly to the side as he took a small step closer to her. Bright blue eyes gazed in her direction as he hoped she hadn't fallen or something. Usually though, there is some noticable clue that a person has gotten hurt for they usually exclaim in pain or ask for help. She got unusually quiet and he didn't know what happened. He didn't think it was something he'd done, for he'd merely made small comments to what she had previously said. It couldn't be that he'd revealed his fangs either, for he was conscious of his smiling. He kept it small, usually just enough to curl his lips. He knew that most knew there were vampires, and by the sheer fact about the way he was dressed gave something away. It was warm out today, and he could feel it through the layers he wore. That deadly sound of silence filled the space between them as Corbly was hesitant to move closer again. He didn't want to get too close, because he didn't want to make her uncomfortable. not to be able to bear blindness, that is miserable.
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Post by kriss adaria on Jan 22, 2008 17:53:49 GMT -5
She blinked repeatedly as the sound of his soft lyrics cut through her shock. Shaking her head, she cleared her mind and stood up. No, nothing. Sorry, I just spaced it for a second. She smiled, trying the hide her mental stumble. And it seemed he hadn't really noticed. Which was a good thing. But how could he have not seen her staring at him like that and not get kind of freaked out? She snorted, then shook her head again. It's just that your eyes are so light blue, they're startling. Wow, had she seriously just said that?
A warm blush spread over her cheeks and she looked off to the side, fiddling with the hem on her flag, feeling the silky smooth texture beneath her sensitive figures. After a few moments of silence, she glanced up at him, wondering what his reaction would. Embarrassment took over, and she began to babble. You know what, forget what I just said. It just, slipped out, I suppose. It had been what she was thinking, and it was rare that she really stated what was on her mind. She was terrified of speaking her thoughts, terrified of drawing attention to herself and being judged by what she says. And now she had really hit the big one.
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Post by david corbly brockman on Jan 22, 2008 18:14:13 GMT -5
To be blind is not miserable; He listened carefully as she spoke, saying that it was nothing. The male narrowed his eyes in a thoughtful manner as he wondered whether or not she was being truthful. Although it had taken her a long moment to actually find the words, he decided to move past it, without saying anything to that comment. He figured that if it wasn't thought of as important to say then he shouldn't ask about it. He didn't want to intrude and make the moment anymore weird. He ran his fingers through his hair as a subconscious action and stopped when he heard her next words. Her color grew to a deeper, more vibrant shade and he gazed in her direction with his bright blue eyes. His calm, slightly wondering expression didn't change, nor did his hands fall from his head. After a short moment, he chuckled very softly. As if she had said something funny, but in all reality she hadn't. He removed his hands from his hair and dropped them to his sides again, pulling the sleeves over his skin so he didn't sparkle under the sun's golden rays.
"Might want to be careful if you just happen to let those kind of comments slip out. You might give the wrong impression." the words slipped from his lips in a very calm unruffled manner but still had that very soft tones to them, and it didn't change even considering the slightly strange circumstances. He may have sounded as though he was slightly bothered by her statement, but he wasn't in the least. He was slightly amused that such a thing had just 'slipped out', you know? People weren't usually startled in a good way by his eyes. They usually thought he was weird or right away popped out with that deadly question...
"What's wrong with eyes?" that question annoyed him greatly, but knew people couldn't help their ignorance when they were faced with something that wasn't seen in public all that often. Corbly was blind and he wasn't exactly afraid to show people, but he wasn't going to flaunt it and beg for pity. He didn't want anyone's pity, for he was a strong willed person and had dealt with this so called' defect' all his life. "Startling is definitely a different choice of words. Usually people say weird, different, or freaky. Pretty often the word 'abnormal' comes into play. My family's eyes are all brown, but-- I was born blind." he paused only briefly to find a less shocking way to put it, but there wasn't any way to say it other then put it out there. Sometimes people's reactions showed fear of something different, while other time there was interest. Most of the time there was that feeling of sympathy right off the bat, but he didn't understand that. Before people knew he was blind, they thought he had just really different, awesome colored eyes. Then when they figured out that he was 'different' from those in society, they felt sorry for him, as if he were lower then the rest of those around him. not to be able to bear blindness, that is miserable.
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Post by kriss adaria on Jan 22, 2008 20:06:00 GMT -5
She blinked. Oh. was all she said. She thought for a moment, silent Then she chuckled a bit. Seriously? You had me fooled. She stepped a little closer, not really noticeably, but just a little. And I like your eyes. They look amazing. Her blush was deepening. Why was she saying these things? What the hell was wrong with her? She never did this! She felt so comfortable around Corbly. But she was comfortable around her friend Ben back home, but never this comfortable. She felt like she should slap herself, wake herself up. She seriously needed to get a grip.
She shook her head. I would never have guessed. She smiled up at him, still looking at him curiously. He was fascinating, she had to say. Not to mention pretty cute. A lock of dark brown hair slipped into her eyesight. Puffing exasperatedly, she raked her hair back, sweeping it out of her eyes as she watched Corbly, waiting for his reaction to her...epiphany you could call it.
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Post by david corbly brockman on Jan 22, 2008 22:00:52 GMT -5
To be blind is not miserable; He chuckled softly as she simply said oh, and then a laugh of her own followed shortly after his. She asked if he was serious; as if he’d joke about such a thing… No, he wasn’t the jokester type, especially about something such as being born blind. What a strange sense of humor someone would have if they joked about that kind of thing… She may not have stepped much closer to him, but he could tell. The movement was small, but it was all that much closer to him and he was well aware of the movement. He lived by watching people and how ever small their movements may be. So what if he couldn’t actually see the people? He knew they were there, and he was watching them. Not in some like creepy stalker kind of way, but he was watching. A small smile graced his lips at the compliment she gave him once again. “I am sure yours are far more beautiful.” he said rather positively as the warm smile never left his features. He had only heard of what his eyes looked like, and he’d much rather have them be a color then the very pale mix of shades his were. Grays, blues and white. How cool could they be? That sounded boring to him…
“That’s a little surprising to be honest. Most people ask me what’s wrong with my eyes before they even ask what my name is.” the soft tones left his lips as he made a comment in response to her previous one. He was kind of glad that she hadn’t been one of those people that ask him that right away. He kind of liked having a normal conversation. It was pretty nice to be honest. Even still, they were speaking of his eyes now, but she didn’t ask that god damned question. She hadn’t even realized he was blind, or maybe she was just saying that… He somehow doubted it, and believed that she could have gone a while without knowing that he was blind. Something about her reaction to him telling her made Corbly think that maybe she hadn’t even thought about such a thing. Not that this was a bad thing, you know, being oblivious can either be an upside to your personality or a down side. Just depends on how you view life. He didn’t see it as either because it was so evenly used. The smile remained upon his features as he kept his gaze fixed on the area before him, knowing that however much closer she was, Kriss was still in that general area before him. He couldn’t tell how much closer she’d gotten after this period of time, but she was definitely closer then he’d set them out as. He hadn’t wanted to disturb her, so he’d made sure he was quite a ways away from her. Especially when he’d learned that she had hit people with her flag pole… That came off as painful and he wanted to avoid being hit at all costs, even if he would have fallen in a pot hot or something. It’s all less painful then being hit with some twirling pole five and a half feet tall. not to be able to bear blindness, that is miserable.
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Post by kriss adaria on Jan 24, 2008 17:15:26 GMT -5
Her blush deepened and she tucked a lock of hair embarrassedly behind one ear, averting her eyes. An automatic reaction. No one had ever told her something like that, not even her only boyfriend. But then, she thought, he had cheated on her anyway, so obviously he wasn't going to be the greatest boyfriend. I'm not so sure about that.... She looked at the ground, remembering her freshmen year when she first met Jake, and how much she had liked him. It still made her slightly upset. But he was a mule, he looked like one as well. She smiled slightly at the thought. All her friends hated him, but she supposed they were still friends. Why though, don't ask, she didn't know. Stupid jerk....
She jumped a bit as he spoke again. She laughed at his words, knowing exactly what he meant. I know what you're talking about. I have several friends who would come right out with that. No tact, and it's quite rude. She shook her head. I can't bring myself to be so forthright. Goes against my nature. She laughed softly, looking up in his face. The smile on his face was warm, it softened his features, made him look even better. Or at least, she thought so. Even his piercings on his lips added to his features. She shook her head at herself mentally. She had to be some kind of idiot.
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