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 Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 6:55 pm
Andi now had a smug look upon her face as she got off Koriekins and onto her feet. "Victory is mine!" Andi annoced, with one hand on her hip and the other hand in a fist in the air. Andi was glad that Korie gave up easily this time there was something important going on, but Andi couldn't put a finger on it. Finally her hand that was in the air was now relaxed on her cheek as she thought. "So why did we come to the park today? The reason escapes me..." Andi said, dumbfounded by why they were there. She could be such an airhead sometimes.
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 7:05 pm
Korie actually started to scratch her head. "Umm....You took so long that I forgot....Why do you expect me to remember I never remember anything!" Korie tried to put the blame back on Andikins. Korie started to tug on her ear, it was a habit. She looked around the park trying to find something to remind her of what they were doing there. Then she saw the swings. "El gasp! Lets go swing!!" She yelled as she started to run towards them
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 9:02 pm
Koriekins' and her own mind were always so alike it was kinda scary. Before Korie even said it, Andi was just thinking she wanted to go swinging too. "Man thats creepy but i love it," Andi muttered, before running after Korie yelling. "Waiiittt forrrr meeee!!!!"
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 6:52 am
Guillame chuckled at Adair's nervousness and tightened the grip on her legs just slightly. He'd carried people before....and everytime they seemed to be nervous and stutter alot like Adair did. He laughed at the past.
"De rien...it's nothing. You are very light Adair." Guillame's step hadn't faltered this far and he was feeling pretty confident that they'd get down with ease.
Guillame laughed aloud when Adair had said he was tall. Okay, maybe he was a little tall but it wasn't exactly his fault. GENETICS!
"Parce que mon pere....il est tres grand. It is because my dad, he is very tall. Do not worry...you are not bothering me, you are too light to bother." He kept up his walk as Tristan caught up to him. Guillame looked sideways and smiled.
"Le chat? Quoi? I do not understand your sayings about cats Tristan...." Guillame kept walking but had a quite confused expression plastered to his face. Cat?
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 5:05 pm
Adair kept her eyes tightly closed as she replied to the previous statement. "I-It's a proverb. It is used to warn against too much curiosity. Although I, personally, have never heard the 'satisfaction brought it back.' It seems that we're going to try it out anyways."
She finally mustered up the small courage to look around, at any place except for the ground. Frowning, she mumbled something to herself quietly. "It's good that I'm light and not a bother, but somehow I feel like a sack of potatoes..."
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 5:10 pm
"C'est bien. It's a good thing I like potatoes then eh?" Guillame chuckled, seeing the park in the distance. He smiled and picked up his pace just slight. He hoped that he wasn't boucing too much though, it might end badly if he had been.
"A proverb? I have never heard of such thing....proverb yes but not about cats. I do not really like cats much...I was scrached by one when I was a little boy, not fun." Guillame shook his head for emphasis.
"Tu mange quelque chose? You are so light...do you ever eat anything? If you lived under my father's roof, he would force you to eat. French food is delicious though, I do not think you would complain." He almost smelt the crepe.
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 5:29 pm
"I agree, cats are not the most pleasant animals in general. My mother found one that is very sweet, though. She's only unpleasant when she's hungry." Adair smiled as she thought about the adorable kitten she had just mentioned. "Her name's Tangerine, because she's orange."
When she thought about the comment regarding food, however, a slight frown went across her face. "I have very... Irregular eating habits. I'll eat whenever I get around to eating. Most of the time I skip breakfast, eat lunch, then eat a dinner at about eleven most nights. I usually coop myself up with my computer near the time every sane person eats dinner."
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 5:35 pm
Guillame nearly dropped Adair when she spoke of eating. He was French...they had their own ways of eating. At eleven at night? He'd probably kill himself, he didn't think he'd last very long on that diet.
"You should eat breakfast....it is good for you." Guillame smiled and then it vanished from his face. He frowned. "I sound like a typical nutrition commercial on television. 'Breakfast is the most important meal of the day'." Guillame mocked the ads on TV and laughed at himself.
"We are just about.....there." Guillame's feet evened out on the park grass, he inhaled deeply and let it all out in one long exhale.
"Je me sens bien. It feels good out here." Guillame spun around quickly to make sure Tristan was alright.
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 6:11 pm
Adair breathed a sigh of great relief as the ground evened out, but had to hang on for fear of falling as Guillame turned around abruptly. "I find those irritating at best. Is it wrong that I eat so late that I'm not exactly hungry in the morning?"
She relaxed slightly as she realized that she could, most likely, walk on her own from there on. "Thanks for the ride, Guillame, but if I may walk on my own now..."
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 6:35 pm
Guillame smiled a sort of devilish smile, it didn't exactly fit on his rather innocent face. It was even further out of place when he started chuckling.
"What makes you think I would let you go? Maybe I want to make sure you're safe and keep you up here." Guillame shook his head smiling a more Guillame-like smile. Very gently, Guillame slipped Adair off of his back, having her touch down on the ground with a very gentle landing. When both of her feet were on the ground, he removed his hands from her waist and smiled.
"You are safe."
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 6:42 pm
Adair took a moment to adjust to her feet being on the ground again. She shifted her weight from side to side slightly before giving a small grin back to him.
"Thank you. I appreciate it." She looked around for a moment, but soon returned her gaze to Guillame. "...I feel really short all of a sudden." She smirked as she said this, and a sudden thought occurred to her. "Ready to kill the cat, before bringing it right back?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 7:30 pm
Guillame nodded, giving a sort of little bow forward. He smiled and stood back up, straight-backed.
"It is no problem of mine Adair." Guillame looked around at the people in the park in their various stages of friendship. Some closer than others. He smiled and was brought back to his reality when Adair started speaking.
"You are not short....you are....fun sized." He chuckled a bit and nodded at her. "Yes...let us kill the cat."
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 2:45 pm
The boy in leather paled at the sight of the very much larger man, also wielding a blade and standing behind the punkish child. Knowing he had no chance in winning this, he merely flipped the bird on teh two and rode off on his motorcycle.
"Sorry to drag you into that; I know the girl he's cheating on (well, ONE of them), and she doesn't deserve that crap. No one does, but it happens anyways...." she sighed, seeming to return to her normal, much calmer form, her wilder side disappearing with teh justice fulfilled peacefully, for the most part. Whatever crowds had formed walked away in disappointment of a lack of a fight, but Samatha cared not; she knew his pride was thrown into the dirt and the chances of him getting a date were about the same as hell freezing over at this point.
"I dunno if that's the last I'll see that jerk though, but hopefully he's learned to stop being such a -"
But the fragile girl stopped mid sentence, for her senses finally returned in full force. Biting her lip, she threw the stick back onto the ground and examined her bleeding hand from what she crushed the phone in.
"Waaah, whydidIdothatwhydidIdothatwhydidIdothaaaat!" She muttered to herself in a pained voice as she shook her hand in a final attempt to rid any leftover phone parts that might have still been in it.
"I'm such an idiot; strangely enough, my memory tends to leave blank spots whenever I get angry like that, as far as reasoning goes. I've woken up with bruises on my hand before while sleeping and not knowing how they got there, til my old roommate mentioned me punching the wall in my sleep and muttering something about evil marshmellow men." she said in her usual calm voice, while slightly still tinged with pain, as she sat down on the ground and dug for her emergency bandage kit she always kept with her in her bag.
"I tend to live in two different worlds, I guess, and I seem to have a grasp on the wrong one."
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 3:52 pm
Tristan grinned when Guillame looked back at him. He might have felt upset about Adair being there, but how could he stay that way with Guillame? He walked next to Guillame the whole way there. He smiled happily when Adair was set down and took half a step closer to him afterward. He loved just being near him. "Jeeze guys, I didn't think that my little saying would lead to you murdering small furry animals." He said with a slight laugh. He had trouble being near Guillame, mainly because all he wanted to do was to hug him, and never let him go.
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 4:15 pm
As soon the jerk ran off on the bike, Alex sheathed his blade and looked down at the girl. He watched as she prattled on with amusement, and let the blade rest on his shoulder. It's not like anyone should complain. Sure, it may have been hard to see on his back with his backpack on top, but it wasn't technically hidden. And since it was sheathed and in the open, it was legal. Alex knew the law. He wanted to make sure which ones he was breaking. Alex crouched down to the girl's level (sort of), and saw something with a red cross on it. Without asking, Alex grabbed it and passed it over to the little one. He spoke with a small smile, Boston accent gracing everything.
"There's nothin' wrong with that. I think what ya did was ratha cute."
Alex stood up after handing the little girl her first aid kit, looking around.
"An' I was hopin' fo' a fight. Ah, guess I could wait 'till tonight, but still, I'm bored."
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