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Post by trevor linkon on Jan 22, 2008 17:10:31 GMT -5
"Eh, I try stay away from fire. Bad things have happened when I get my hands on fire. So usually I snap the thing in half and am done with it or anything like it for the next week and a half..." the words slipped from his lips with a soft chuckle trailing behind. He could probably be considered a drama-king because he usually blew things out of proportion, but it ran in his family and that was excuse. Everyone blew things up sometimes. Of course, when he was overly dramatic and pushed things "as far as a girl would" then he got snapped at. His father had knew from an early age that there was some hidden girlishness to Trevor, but he'd never actually seen anything from him until that night he woke up from his alcohol induced sleep a few hours early and caught him making some... extremely banned, and very unacceptable choices, within sight of his father. He would never regret making that mistake again, but now it was kind of a burden off of his shoulders because well, the man was gone.
He leaned back against the wall a little bit, covering his face with his hands and letting the finger tips toy with his bottom lip as he stood there quietly for a moment. His mind was lost in thought and deep brown eyes gazed out at the dark purple sky that was speckled with stars but weren't really looking at it, just gazing at the empty space out his window. He didn't say anything for a moment as he was just thinking.
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Post by jaydn martin on Jan 22, 2008 21:26:05 GMT -5
She laughed at his problems with fire and watched him get quietly absorbed in his own thoughts. She started to look around the room and eventually wound up looking down at her own watch. Was it really that late ? "It's been great and all, but I've really got to go do laundry and stuff before everybody else gets to the detergent. Thanks for showing me the wonders of Guitar Hero... and for the Mountain Dew. So I guess I'll see you later," she said walking towards the door. Man, she had gotten into that game. She'd have to get her own when she went back home. It was addictive.
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Post by trevor linkon on Jan 23, 2008 19:51:28 GMT -5
He'd known it was late, but what particular time he wasn't sure. It didn't matter because he was wide awake and he'd probably stay up, maybe take a morning jog or something like that. The chilly air would do him good and keep him awake for a long period of time so he could go to bed and sleep well tonight. He looked up as she said that it had been great and that she had to get her laundry done. He understood that. People here were detergent hogs. He swore one day someone was going to overflow the washing machine with bubbles if they kept putting so much in. "I see your meaning there. You're welcome to come back anytime. I'm usually in here, and if not you can find me wandering about. I've been told I'm pretty easy to find." the male said with a soft laugh as he walked with her to the door of his room. He opened it for her with a small smile showing on his features. "I'll see yea 'round." He said that and hoped he would. She was definitely one he got along with. She was free to come over any time again, maybe she'd run into Alek sometime and meet him as well.
- - - trevor's out - - -
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