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Post by amanda on Nov 19, 2006 19:18:29 GMT -6
Feeling his hand touch her back made her feel secure, and confused. Was he interested or not? He obviously didn't know, but she hoped he would figure out soon, or before the night was over. "What a gentlemen" she said somewhat sarcastically with a large element of truth behind it. Looking around she searched for a place to hide. One that wasn't too obvious, and that would allow them to get closer-but not too close. "In a gravehouse?" she exclaimed shaking a little, "Ohmigod, that would be so gross! And scary!"
She looked behind them wondering if anybody else was actually playing. She didn't want them to be crouched behind some tombstone for hours while everybody else was togther chatting, or had left. However, this time spent together could definetly be for the better as it was clear to her that she wanted him. Or pretty clear.
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Post by porcilen on Nov 19, 2006 19:22:29 GMT -6
Jem grinnend and looked to his right, noticing in the forest, not to far away a large head stone , next to a vine wall "How about there?" he whispered, and pointed to the spot he found. A small smile cringed his lips. He could she didn't care wear the hided, he could see she had some kind of feelings for him, he wish he was wrong, but he knew he was right, if she liked him..he probably would fall for her. If not now..soon.
Jem yawend then squinted "Were hiding there unless you have a better place" he smiled.
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Post by amanda on Nov 19, 2006 19:33:23 GMT -6
"Yeah, that looks good" she said nodding heading over to the large tombmbstone,"creepy, but good". As she approached it, she let her fingers touch the moss that covered parts of it. "Wow" she whispered, "this is soo old" as she crouched down and looked up at him like a little child to their father. Immediately after her grandfather died she often thought about death, and how horrible it would be to spent years and years lifeless in a grave. When she moved to the Valks all of that realization had left and was replaced by more shallow things such as shopping, and looking cute.
She sat down and leaned her back up against the tombstone, patting the ground next to her symbolizing Jem to join her.
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Post by porcilen on Nov 19, 2006 19:38:31 GMT -6
Jem looked around then went and sat down next to Amanda, his back against the headstone. "Geez it's freakin cold" he shivered and looked at the ivy wall in front of him. Jem turend his head and looked at Amanda, wondering how she got stuck with him, she probably wanted some hot rich guy. Jem thought to himself and he consentrated on trying to make himself think he was warm. Sometimes that helped. But it also made him feel kind of crazy trying to think that way.
Jem shoved his hands into his sweatshirt pockets. "soo" he whispered, looking over at her.
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Post by amanda on Nov 19, 2006 20:01:31 GMT -6
"Tell me about it" she replied shaking from the cold. This was she she regretted wearing the form fitting long sleeved shirt over the thick sweatshirt she had originally planned to wear. She blew on her hands and rubbed them together trying to make them warmer. It didn't really work. She released her hair from the ponytail and allowed the soft waves to cover her shoulders. Running her hand through her hair once she said, "Soo. Jem. Tell me about yourself. Where your from, what you do at Valkyire, what you do in your spare time" she paused shivering, "Doesn't matter, just talk".
She purposely left out asking whether he had a girlfriend. She definetly didn't want to come off to strong, and even if he did, it probably wouldn't change her opinion or actions.
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Post by antonybastian on Nov 19, 2006 20:10:35 GMT -6
Antony woke up from his little nap, realizing he was either early or late for the game.
He had gotten to the graveyard an hour or so before, just to leave some flowers, and ended up falling asleep behind a large crypt. His Vespa was hidden behind a small gathering of trees, and he was shivering in his thin t-shirt and jeans. Not good.
He left his napping-spot, walking over towards the sound of voices.
"Hello?" He called out, a breeze making his hair dance in the night air. "Anyone out here?"
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Post by Anne Lévesque on Nov 19, 2006 21:12:49 GMT -6
"You cannot be serious! Why would you and father move out to California? No, mother, they do not have any good art galleries here. For my protection? Oh yeah, like some little maniac surfer is going to steal me away. I was sarcastic mother! You know what? I'm done." Anne groaned annoyed as she ended the two hour long phone conversation with her mother. They were going insane. Anne was going insane. She sighed as she brushed her hair from her face and looked at the time that had lighted up on the screen on her 'Chocolate' phone. Oh no. She was late. Today she had been in the library, avoiding the clouds and finishing some papers, so she simply wore this & grabbed her dark purple bag that slung down her side. She was a mess today.
Anne quickly searched for her car keys, sliding them into her purse, along with the several other things in the purse like her phone, make up, sweater & 'tools'. Her and Bridget had plans tonight. She then bit her lip as she snatched her dorm keys from a drawer & ran out, locking the wooden, polished oak door behind her. Time to go to the creepy ole' cemetery.
When she arrived, she found several people making their way over. Not as much as she expected, but enough to make her plot succeed. Maybe. If only she could get her mother's elegantly poised, yet worried voice out of her head. Maybe if she over dosed on Tylenol... nah too easy.
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