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Post by Lindsey on Aug 7, 2007 15:37:58 GMT -5
"That's really cool." he nodded enthusiantically. "I never really got on the hip hop bandwagon either. Classic rock mainly, a mix of stuff really. Like BOC? Or the Ramones? Zepplin is good too. What/is/ pointe by the way? I've never heard of it."
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Post by Emm. on Aug 7, 2007 21:52:05 GMT -5
She laughed. "It's basically ballet on your toes. Special shoes and all that. Apparently it's 'very hard', but I never saw what was so challenging." She thought for a moment before replying, "Yeah, bands like that. And I like some stuff that's a bit more new, like Modest Mouse, Midtown, Brand New... but I'm veeery out of touch with brand new music." She laughed. "I don't watch tv or listen to the radio much."
ooc; ;_; i was sleeping when you posted this. that makes me sad. and woohoo, four pages!
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Post by Lindsey on Aug 7, 2007 22:12:58 GMT -5
"Ouch, that does sound hard." he glanced down at his running shoes with a frown on his face, trying to imagine himself attempting pointe before letting his face soften. "I'm not crazy on the new stuff. I /am/ getting old after all. Hard to keep up. Joey Ramone /did/ step on my mum's hand though. True story. Long before I was alive though." Alive, not born. He couldn't ignore his choice of words, and bit hard down on his tongue. He was never 'born' to Mrs. Baker. However his thoughts had no visible effect on the conversation, his expression still bright and attentive.
ooc|| Ahhh. I see.
MY mum was actually stepped on. That and my earliest memory being dancing to Nirvana, I think influenced my taste in music. =]
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Post by Emm. on Aug 8, 2007 14:20:52 GMT -5
"Ah, a brush with fame?" She laughed a little before realizing she was hardly one to talk. "So this was a while ago, if you're as old as you claim to be. I still have some doubts that you're already twenty two. Not at all offensively, you just don't look old." She fidgeted with her sleeves for a moment. She'd heard how he spoke of being 'alive', rather than born. Maybe there was something about him that he just wasn't ready to tell?
ooc; ahahaha. yay for influences! (but not the bad kind. xD)
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Post by Lindsey on Aug 14, 2007 21:51:03 GMT -5
"Oh come on, I'm not THAT young looking." he protested, putting on a look of irritation despite his mouth betraying him and sporting a smile. "And hey, twenty two years isn't even that long ago. 1985. I mean... only ...two decades!" he laughed. "Mark my words, one day you'll be as old as me and you'll feel the /crippling/ effects of aging."
They were nearing the other end of the trail by this point, where the forest backed up against a large park. Manicured lawn, baseball diamond, track, playground, the whole bit. During the daylight hours it was almost always full. The residents of the housing which lined the forest taking some leisure time.
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Post by Emm. on Aug 14, 2007 22:14:58 GMT -5
"Nah," she replied easily, "I'll never get old. And like I said before--I judge age really badly. So to me, you may look young, but to the rest of the world, you probably don't."
She looked at all the perfect little green lawns and felt a shiver go up her spine that had nothing to do with the cold. It was always the strangest feeling, walking past houses and seeing them completely motionless, asleep.
"You don't exactly look crippled if you're going out for runs."
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Post by Lindsey on Aug 14, 2007 22:41:11 GMT -5
"Ah but, the arthretis,only gets to me whenever he rains. So on clear days like this I can work off the ole beer belly." he patted his stomach, which was far from being a beer belly. There really wasn't any trace of cellulite on the youth, though he wasn't very toned at the same time. "I am trying to get in shape though." he added, more seriously. "Not working to well, wasn't as in shape as I thought I was."
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Post by Emm. on Aug 15, 2007 0:04:56 GMT -5
"Oh, yes," she replied dramatically, "because you just need to work off all those extra pounds." She laughed. "You're silly." Looking at the sky for a moment, she added, "I get what you mean about staying in shape. I try to go running every morning, real early."
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Post by Lindsey on Aug 15, 2007 11:18:54 GMT -5
"Oh yeah? I'd much rather go out in the mornings, but I don't have the time." He pulled out a cell phone from the depths of his hoodie, glancing at the digitally displayed time. It was a little more then half past midnight. "But I /do/ need to get in shape. Men have equally as much media pressure to be in shape as women do." he recited the fact teasingly. "Get 'Hip Hop Abs' and 'Abs of Steel.' Ya know? God, I smoke so it''s next to impossible."
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Post by Emm. on Aug 15, 2007 23:32:11 GMT -5
"Not impossible," she corrected. "Someone I used to know smoked and they were in incredible shape. Quarterback and everything." She paused for a fraction of a second before adding, "Yeah, men have pressure to be buff, but it's easier to get muscle then to spontaneously lose twenty pounds of it." She looked down at her hands for a moment before replying, "Not like it's easier being a guy, I'm sure it's not, but being a girl pretty much sucks. You either have to be anorexic-thin (but not everyone is /actually/ anorexic) or have a huge rack." She frowned at her choice of words, but they got the message across.
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Post by Lindsey on Aug 15, 2007 23:53:53 GMT -5
"Yeah well. It feels impossible to me." He couldn't help but let his eyes survey her, feeling guilty about it and averting his gaze as quickly as possible. God, she was like, what was it, FIVE years younger? "Not every guy is like that, I mean it." he said sincerely. "I mean, girls like that, they used to ignore me. So never totally saw the appeal there."
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Post by Emm. on Aug 16, 2007 0:01:06 GMT -5
"Aw," she replied, "how could anyone ever avoid you? I mean, arthritis and beerbelly aside, you're so cute!" She laughed a little before adding, "Don't let people like that bring you down. If they're stupid enough to think that they absolutely /have to/ look that way, then obviously they're messed up in the head." She thought for a minute before adding, "Y'know, I think you're the first guy I've ever met that didn't really judge me for being younger. Apparently I have a knack for attracting older guys. Then they find out my age and bolt." She frowned a little, wrapping her arms around her small, thin frame. "I dun get it. Like... just 'cause someone's a certain age physically, doesn't mean they're the same age mentally. Take any member of my highschool--sure, they're seventeen, eighteen, but they have the mentality of a ten year old, at most."
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Post by Lindsey on Aug 16, 2007 0:17:37 GMT -5
"Heh. Thanks." he said in a bashful tone, running a hand through his hair. "That's highschool for you though. It doesn't change much outside it though, in those terms." He wasn't sure what else to say, or if he should compliment her. Pausing to think, he finally added. "But I'm sure you won't have much trouble, even if all the guys your age seem like idiots now. When your older, I mean."
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Post by Emm. on Aug 16, 2007 0:21:15 GMT -5
"Was that some sort of hidden compliment?" she asked, fighting the urge to blush. She knew damn well it was, but she loved making people admit things. It was just /so fun/. "And thanks," she replied. "I've met a few guys older than me, and we've gone out, but nothing serious." She didn't notice that a twinge of sadness had fallen into her voice. "They can just never get past the age thing. Frustrating as all hell, since the guys that /would/ date me are twits."
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Post by Lindsey on Aug 16, 2007 0:38:06 GMT -5
"Yeah, well..." he shrugged, smiling noticeably. "No offense, but MOST guys my age, are freaking thrilled to date highschool students. It's kinda like, well, for reasons I'm sure you know." At this point he let out a little sigh. She was younger, almost jailbait. Not cool. The thoughts ran through his head in an irritably singsong manner. Little lines formed on his forehead as he thought, making him look very much like an old man.
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