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Post by Emm. on Nov 3, 2007 11:37:46 GMT -5
The sky was such a dark shade of blue, it looked nearly black. Then again, she reflected, it probably was black, but she didn't like to think that the entire sky was one color. If it was still just dark blue, it could change. Black seemed too permanent, too sombre.
There weren't any stars out, nothing against the dark sky save for dark storm clouds, making their way slowly across the sky. Pretty soon, she knew, they'd seem to be within arm's reach. She liked to watch storms a lot. They helped clear her mind.
Her hair, for once, was tied back into a loose, messy bun, quite unlike her usual style. A few strands brushed against her face with the chilling wind that was beginning to blow. She shivered a little, pulled her sweatshirt tighter. That sweatshirt was the only thing keeping her from hypothermia; dark red, lined in fuzzy sheepskin and zippered as high up as it could go.
She closed her eyes for a second and leaned her face toward the sky, taking a deep breath. As if on cue, the rain began to fall, first softly then steadily getting heavier. It was calming her down some, and she needed it.
She let some of her anger fade, and kept the other half as motive to keep walking. She adored the old construction site, but only went when she needed to think about something.
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Post by Lindsey on Nov 7, 2007 22:42:52 GMT -5
He must have been up to something pretty sketchy, this far from his usual downtown turf. A twenty-some year old lurking by a well known teenager hangout this late, in this weather would definitely raise eyebrows. Whatever. With the hoodie and ratty blue jeans he looked young enough. He didn't touch the bit of jet black hair that peeked out of the grey sweatshirt, but rather left it ungelled and unruly. The weather would ruin it anyways, no sense in being vain. Heaving a sigh he chucked his now extinguished cigarette in to the entrance of the construction site, where he was passing when all hell broke loose and it started to pour. Cursing under his breath in a slight British accent he got up on his tippy toes to try and see if there was a way to go through the place as a short cut. But in this light and with the rain he was lucky if he could see three feet ahead of him. Decisions decisions. Go through the dark, abandoned site or take the long ass way around. Hmm. "Grow some bloody balls man," he chided himself as he continued to linger at the entrance. After all, what in THERE could hurt him? Nothing, that's what. Vampires sort of have that advantage. He found comfort in that thought, smiled inwardly at himself and headed on in. ooc| mm terrible. OH WELLS.
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Post by Emm. on Nov 9, 2007 17:28:48 GMT -5
Faye's nose twitched with cold and she looked up at her surroundings on impulse. There wasn't anyone around; good, she decided, she'd rather be alone when she was this pissed off.
She scuffed her shoes along the dirt path of the construction site, watching small clouds of dust pool around her feet. They mirrored the clouds of air that escaped her mouth, clearly evident in the cold night.
She was just about to turn around when she had an idea. She pulled her camera out of her pocket and snapped a picture of the sky, slightly angled so a bit of the construction equipment was visible at the edges of the frame. She smiled as she looked down at the small, light up screen. It came out fairly well.
However, the flash had left spots in her vision, and she began blinking rapidly, unaware of where she was going until she was literally almost right in front of... something.
She blinked once, solidly, then looked up. It was a guy, she realized, a fairly goodlooking one at that, a little familiar looking but goodlooking none the less.
"You're cute," she said, looking at him. Her voice wasn't sappy or soft; it was perky, yeah, a little, but she said it more as a fact than a compliment. He kinda struck her as the guy to get this kinda thing a lot.
ooc; IT'S L. /dies/ aha not terrible at alll.
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Post by Lindsey on Nov 10, 2007 14:39:55 GMT -5
Alright. So he went in.. but how to get out? It wasn't like he'd been here before, or that the light was any good. If it wasn't raining maybe he'd of had a chance, but luck wasn't on his side tonight.
Walking aimlessly, he was once again craning his head to get a better look when he almost rammed in to someone. Surprised, his body shifted backwards but he kept his footing. Taking in the situation and the girl's words he blinked, silent for a moment or two.
"Thanks, I know I am." he said cooly, as if it were an automatic reaction. Cocky much? He took the opportunity to appraise the girl in front of him for himself, and even through the light rain he wasn't unimpressed.
"What's.. a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this at this hour?" Hm. Don't want that to come off to weird. But considering it would just sound like flirting. Maybe, maybe not with all things considered.
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Post by Emm. on Nov 10, 2007 21:51:18 GMT -5
She raised an eyebrow expertly at his statement. So she was right; he did know how good-looking he was. She wasn't much surprised, she had to admit.
She was, however, surprised at what he'd said after. He thought she was pretty? She wasn't even dressed to catch attention--if he'd seen her then...
His question sank in and she smiled at him, a little slyly, a little coyly. "I could ask the same of you," she replied, looking up at him through her lashes. He wasn't all that much taller than her, she realized; perfect. "But if you're really /that/ curious..." She took her hand and slid it down his chest. "I'm just taking a walk."
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Post by Lindsey on Nov 11, 2007 19:26:40 GMT -5
Wow what a slut. Sweet. Forward girls always made L's life, well, awesome. He wasn't even in tip top shape, hair ungelled and a little stubble going on. Whatever, he knew he was irresistable. Ha.
A wide grin spread across his face as she laid her hands on him, brow quirked as he gave her a look.
"Kinda dangerous to be out all alone, taking a walk or not. Never know who your going to meet." Truee. Again, seemed like harmless banter. L might have meant it.
ooc: mm lazy.
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Post by Emm. on Nov 11, 2007 19:39:09 GMT -5
She quirked an eyebrow again, and said in a curious sort of voice, "Are you implying that you're dangerous?"
This close up, she could start to notice the small things, imperfections, you could say, although he was still by no means ugly. There was the beginnings of stubble on his well shaped cheek, and his hair looked unkempt, and not in the 'I-just-spent-half-a-bottle-of gel-to-make-my-hair-look-this-way' kind of unkempt. Almost like he hadn't gotten a decent night's sleep in.. oh, a week?
She looked him up and down again. Odds are he was way too used to girls fawning over him.
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Post by Lindsey on Nov 11, 2007 20:13:49 GMT -5
"No," he said simply, pocketing his hands as he rolled his shoulders. "Just talking out of my ass. Not implying anything."
Decent night sleep? Ha. Come winter this guy was up from 4PM to 8 AM. With such an oppurtunity, sleeping wasn't an option.
"I'm L by that way," he piped up, extending a hand in greeting. Hey, why not? He didn't have anywhere to do. And she wasn't bad looking.
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Post by Emm. on Nov 11, 2007 20:25:35 GMT -5
She laughed a little. He was a refreshing change from the guys she usually talked to, so afraid to appear uncouth in front of her that they'd never dare speak a profanity.
She extended her hand. "Call me Effie, everyone else does." This was true; no one really called her Faye, except for teachers and new people she didn't like. She much preferred the nickname, and speaking of nicknames... "L. Does that stand for something, or did your parents just get lazy filling out the birth certificate?" Her voice was teasing.
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Post by Lindsey on Nov 11, 2007 20:58:38 GMT -5
He shook her hand, firm and warm, a good handshake. "Efiie, pleasure to meet you."
Effie? And she makes fun of his name? He laughed, while inwardly cursing to himself. Always with the name, everyone wanting to know what it stood for. Enough people knew already, the stupid thing. "It stands for something. No defiantly creative parents in the naming department. But I'm just L. L Christopher Everett if you want even."
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Post by Emm. on Nov 11, 2007 21:14:34 GMT -5
"I know, I know, my name's funny. It's a nickname, actually, I just don't like using my real name. Although apparently it's better than your name, if you won't even say it." She raised an eyebrow. "Christopher? Somehow I imagined that you had a really strange name for a guy. Hm... Does the L stand for Leslie?"
She was grinning, teasing him a little. She loved random banter with strangers. It kept things fun.
ooc; the shortness...
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Post by Lindsey on Nov 11, 2007 21:32:35 GMT -5
"Haha, yeah, no. Not Leslie." He ran a hand through his hair casually, which was difficult to say the least considereing he was still wearing his hoodie. Force of habit. "Close though. It's bad, I just don't use it too."
Shifting on his feet, he looked around the construction site. "You live around here? Pretty random place to be if you didn't." Like him.
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Post by Emm. on Nov 11, 2007 21:43:14 GMT -5
"Not Leslie? Hm, what else then..?"
She flinched back a laugh when he ran his hand through his hair. With the sweatshirt on.
"Yeah, I live about three, four miles from here. So I'm being kinda random, being here. And how about you? I'm sure I'd remember seeing you around here."
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Post by Lindsey on Nov 11, 2007 21:54:14 GMT -5
"Don't worry about it," he said with a grin, having no intentions of disclosing it to this girl.
"No, I live downtown, I was just visiting someone. Why, do I look familiar?" He didn't remember her from anywhere as far as he know. The one time they were in the same area he kind of was.. distracted. Dancing with Endul. Geting his sunglasses stolen. Getting kicked in the nuts. Woo.
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Post by Emm. on Nov 11, 2007 21:58:11 GMT -5
"Not really, no. I'm sure that if you lived nearby, I'd have seen you before. That's not a face I'd forget easily."
She smiled a little bit before finally asking, "So what brings you over to a construction site in the middle of the night, in the cold? You look like the kinda guy that isn't having fun unless he's got a hot girl on one arm and a drink in the other."
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