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Post by Hunter Falador on Jan 9, 2007 21:34:47 GMT -5
Hunter was walking down the hall as he scanned his jacket. He had just bought his jacket last night at the nearby stand and already had three huge stains. He sighed a loud sigh and trudged onto the balcony. He felt his hair fly back behind his ears like a simple leaf in the autumn season. He swayed his golden hair back, surprisingly showing [[for once]] his majestic eyes. He smiled a weak smile, for he felt a strong presence behind his own.
"Welcome there stranger."
He thingyed his little head against his right shoulder and smiled at Nichole. He thought to himself, "Wow, what a beauty.." He smiled a greater smile as he thought those thoughts. He awaited her responses as he tapped his slender and rugged fingers against the marble banister.
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Post by Nichole Sarin on Jan 9, 2007 21:42:17 GMT -5
Nichole slipped onto the balcony once again, shivering slightly. Why did there have to be seasons? Who hated them so much that they made it cold? Nichole pulled her jacket tighter around her body, though it seemed rather useless. She needed to get a better jacket, this one sucked. Nichole could feel the odd sensation of goosebumps rising over her arms, and then her teeth began to chatter.
Nichole had hardly taken one step onto the platform when she heard someone speaking to her. Nichole looked over her should at the boy, eyebrows rose at his address. "Well, you're strangest - so there!" Nichole said, sticking her tongue out at him in a very childish way. Nichole walked to the opposite side of the Balcony, mumbling to herself about people judging her. Yes, she could admit she was strange, but this boy didn't know her and had no right to claim that she was stranger than him. People these days.. honestly.
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Post by Hunter Falador on Jan 9, 2007 21:52:23 GMT -5
Hunter gasped in a silly way. He smiled yet again. Smiling was his thing, so he does smile a lot people. He laughed too. He stared the girl down and heard her mumble.
"Yes, I am strange. But, I am not cold."
He slipped off his F.F.T.L heavy jacket and slipped it around the girls shaking arms. He smiled again and walked back to "his" side of the balcony.
"Now, stranger, want to explain who you are? I am Hunter Salado. But, call me Hunt or Hunter."
He smiled and noticed the girl over and over. He paced around the balcony and whistled a humble tune. He giggled again. Boy, he must have butterflies :]
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Post by Nichole Sarin on Jan 9, 2007 22:09:45 GMT -5
Nichole chewed gently on her bottom lip as he offered his jacket to her...well, more like just put it on her. Nichole shrugged, acceipting it reluctantly. "Well, thats jolly good for you." Nichole said. She had sensitive skin, though she would never tell anyone that. She got cold really easily. "I'll call you strangest." Nichole said, narrowing her eyes in a somewhat testing way. She didn't know what she was doing, she just felt like messing with his mind. "I'm Nichole, and chances are you won't end up calling me that." Nichole said with a short nod. It was true, everyone called her Nikki or Nick or Nickel or something along those lines. Nichole's eyebrows rose at the boy.
Well, here was another one of crack. Why did he keep walking around like that? "Do you have to pee or something?" Nichole asked him sincerely. Perhaps he was some kind of bird of prey and he was planning on flapping his arms and attacking her. "Or are you under the impression that you are some kind of bird?" The girl's word weren't cold, more curious. Nichole asked the strangest questions and many people misinterperated them as insults. Nichole rarely insulted anyone, she was just stupid.
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Post by Hunter Falador on Jan 12, 2007 23:18:25 GMT -5
Hunter stared the girl down.
"What's wrong with needing to pee?" He smiled.
"No I don't. You?" He laughed.
He shook his hair to fall away from his pale face.
"Maybe I am a bird, for all you know or care." He smiled again.
"But, I am not. Sadly." He sniffled slightly before returning next to the girl.
"So, what should I call you, Nickers?"
[[Haha]] He skipped across to the other side.
Wow, she is beautiful. I just wanna kiss this girl.
[[He calls anyone and everyone a girl.]] So yeah. He continued to ask random and annoying questions.
"I love you." He finally said, laughing very loudly afterwards. [/b]
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Post by Nichole Sarin on Jan 12, 2007 23:58:06 GMT -5
"You could get a bladder infection." Nichole said very knowledgeably, nodding her head up and down a few times. She had seen people with bladder infections, and she found them to be incredibly humorous. They had to run back and forth to the bathroom every second and they were in pain and it was funny. Nichole shook her head. "No, not really." She said thoughtfully, her mind wandering for a moment. She never really thought about it...just did it. Nichole's eyebrows rose, followed by a giggle. "Righto, there, mister eagle." She said, rolling her eyes some playfully.
Nichole gave him a strange look at his queer nickname for her. "Nickers? C'mon, not even something good?" Nichole asked, groaning some. Some people had come up with the most ridiculous of nicknames for her - like Nickipoo. Oh, how Nichole hated that name. Nichole's facial expression became very serious at his next comment. "I love you, too, strangest." She spoke sincerely. An awkward pause filled the air, and Nichole looked at Hunter for a moment. Suddenly, her face twisted into a huge grin. "JUST KIDDING!" And then Nichole proceeded to laughing her head off.
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Post by Hunter Falador on Jan 14, 2007 19:25:29 GMT -5
Hunter felt himself frown. He was the silly kiddish type of guy.
"Fine. I won't call you Nickers. But I will call you.. Nickalee."
He smiled. He didn't normally give people nicknames, but he sure as hell was bad at trying to.
"Like that one?"
Wow, people are so d**n picky.
He liked to think that everyone should except what they receive.
"Meh. Maybe me, you, and my friend Amelia can all hang out later on tonight?"
He awaited her response.
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Post by Nichole Sarin on Jan 14, 2007 19:41:56 GMT -5
Nichole shrugged. "I really don't care what you call me, you could call me 'hey you' and I would respond." Nichole said. Many people called her things that had absolutely nothing to do with her name. Some of these names included 'stupid', 'moron', and 'idiot'. Nichole didn't really think she was an idiot. She could admit, at times, she was a bit slow, but she was no idiot. Nichole was just...smarter than an idiot, but dumber than a moron.
Nichole contemplated for a moment, thinking about her plans. She WAS going to trek through the halls with barrels of mud...but...she could always do that tomorrow night. "Sure, whatever." Nichole said stiffly, only mildly enthusiastic. Nichole had heard a few rumors about this Amelia girl, and she didn't sound like a bundle of joy.
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Post by Hayden Thomas on Jan 14, 2007 20:00:55 GMT -5
Nearly still shaken to death, mangled hair, cuts still seeping blood, Hayden ran down the hall, gasping for air, looking back every once and a while to make sure it hadn't uprooted itself, and was chasing him down the hallway. Hayden had again got himself into a mess with the Whomping Willow after he tried to retrieve his book that his buddies had thrown at the foot of his trunk, and dared him to get. Being as stupid as he was, Hayden ran in, but didn't make it to the trunk, and his book was now just a pile of papers that he was clasping to his bloodied chest as he tried his hardest not to slip from the mud that had gathered on his shoes.
Through it all, he had to admit it was kind of fun. In a morbid way that is.... He lived for the thrill of endangering his life. He had done it all his life, with fire, running out into traffic, and across railroad tracks with them coming at full speed. He had done it all it seemed.
Slowing down when his paranoia had let up of his fantasy that a tree could chase him, Hayden skidded to a stop, and fell to the ground, gulping in air as fast as he could muster. Seeing the opening to the balcony, Hayden crawled out into the chilly night, the cold air refreshing to his aching lungs. He was so tired, and bloody, he failed to notice the two other people there, and fell to the floor of the balcony, his breathing slowly ever so slowly. Ouch was all he could think.
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Post by Nichole Sarin on Jan 14, 2007 20:09:04 GMT -5
Nichole watched Hunter for a few moments longer, growing tired of waiting for a response and looking away. She slowly began counting the smooth stones that made of the balcony, something she seemed to find herself doing quite a bit. Many of the numbers of tiles or stones on the corridors and their ceiling/flooring where known the Nichole, partly out of boredom, partly out of curiosity. Occasionally Nichole wondered how they planned such things, the numbers and such, but she stopped herself before she wandered too far into thought and wound up insane or something of the sort.
Nichole glanced over her should as she heard the approaching presence of another, eyebrow arched with curiosity. As the familiar figure of Hayden stumbled onto the balcony, Nichole squeaked softly in excitement, before tackling her friend to the ground. "Hayyy!" She said happily, hugging him shortly. Nichole released him quickly, remembering the last time she had hugged him and nearly suffocated him. Nichole stood back up, examining him. Nichole sighed a bit as she noticed the cuts and marks across his body, rolling her eye some. "What did you do know?" She asked in a tired voice, hinting he had put himself through things like this before.
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Post by Hayden Thomas on Jan 14, 2007 20:24:02 GMT -5
Hayden looked up when he heard a squeak, but he was too tired to make a dash for it when he saw who it was. Sure enough she attacked him, and a faint ompfh came out of the corner of his mouth as he hit the ground, and immediately she attacked him with questions about his condition.....as usual.
"What did you do now?" Nicole said to him as she rolled her eyes. Hayden gave her a sheepish look," Oh shut up you hypocrite! You've been in on plenty of them," he said pushing her off of him slightly," and don't you be rolling your eyes at me, or do I have to call your momma?" Hayden said in a authoritive voice. He always acted like a big brother to her, even when they had their little "relationships", but she obviously always acted like the mom, the nosiest person he knew, but that's what he loved her for.
" But anyways, this time my" buddies" threw my book under the tree, and were threatening to tell the school I was too much of a sissy to go retrieve my book from the Whomping Willow," Hayden said rolling his eyes himself," and when the darn thing attacked me, they ran off so they wouldn't be blamed for anything. Bloody idiots...." He shook his head, which was still dripping with sweat, and it ran down his face, and onto his hands, both that were covered with various cuts. Gritting his teeth, Hayden reached for the first thing he saw to wipe the sweat, which happened to be the jacket that the boy had given Nicole. Ha poor kid, but hey it might be famous someday. Shirt with Hayden sweat. That would be a great seller.
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Post by Nichole Sarin on Jan 14, 2007 20:50:20 GMT -5
Nichole shrugged a bit as he shouted at her. "Well, you seem to get in them more often than I do." Nichole said, pausing for a moment. This statement wasn't necessarily true nor was it false, because Hayden and Nichole generally found themselves doing stupid things and getting wounded on a regular basis, so they both found themselves in such a condition the same amount. Nichole's eyebrows rose, giggling some at his next comment. "I don't think she would really care..." Nichole said honestly. Her mother had never really cared about her, so Nichole figured her mother wouldn't care about how Nichole was acting.
Nichole grinned at his story. "Stupid." She called him. "Did you get the book?" Nichole asked him next. She would have to call him stupid again if he didn't, because that would mean he had gotten his butt kicked for nothing.
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Post by Hayden Thomas on Jan 14, 2007 21:02:46 GMT -5
"Well kinda...." Hayden said as he grinned dopely when she called him stupid, and then held up the torn pages, and binding of his poor book. It was old anyways, but he was broke, and couldn't afford a new one. He was going to try a spell on it to put it back together, but he wasn't sure if it was repairable. It's pages were all ripped at a curve out of the binding, and it was covered with his blood spatters dirt, and spit. It was a sight to see that's for sure. His nose wrinkled the more he stared at it, and with two fingers he picked it up and threw it at Nicole. " Here you can have it. You don't even have one after you set your last one on fire."
It landed at her feet, and the wind caught the pages and blew them around the balcony. " Dang it Nicole you were supposed to catch it," Hayden said laughing as he got to his feet to chase after the pages. Forgetting the soles of his shoes were still covered with mud, Hayden skidded in Nicole's direction as a page blew over her head, and he smacked into her, and they fell, and he landed akwardly on top of her, their faces inches apart.
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Post by Nichole Sarin on Jan 14, 2007 21:16:04 GMT -5
Nichole broke out into laughter as he showed her the remains of his book. "Well, you sure took care of that book." Nichole commented, grinning broadly at him. Nichole examined the pages more closely, noting what they were decorated with. "How beautiful." Nichole said jokingly. Nichole frowned as he mentioned what had become of her own book, crossing her arms over her chest in a bit of a protective way. "I wanted to see how flammable the parchment was." Nichole whispered softly, frowning some. "I didn't know it would burn the whole thing. And how was I supposed to know that putting nail polish remover on it wouldn't help?" Nichole continued in the spontaneous low tone.
Nichole watched the papers smack the ground, and then begin to pick up in the wind. Nichole watched them, interested. At Hayden's growl, Nichole looked at him, somewhat confused, drawing herself back to reality. "Ew, I don't want it." Nichole said, turning her nose up at the papers. Nichole was suddenly blinded by a page hitting her face, and then she was on the ground. The page had blown off of her face, and she found herself staring into a pair of bright brown eyes that were far too close for comfort. "Hi...Hayden.." She said awkwardly. "Erm...am I comfortable?"
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Post by Hayden Thomas on Jan 14, 2007 21:28:02 GMT -5
Hayden laughed, and then immediately he stopped and his grin turned into a cringe. " Woah girl your breath stinks," Hayden said lifting up his right hand to pinch his nose," Eat any onions for lunch by any chance. Whewwwww!" Hayden rolled off of her onto the ground beside her, and pretended to gasp for air," Wow I thought I seriously was going to die there for a second. My whole life flashed before me!" Hayden then burst out laughing, bracing himself for a smack that was sure to come. Well maybe not. Nicole had other scary ways to exert her anger.
Hayden then stopped laughing, and got up, and sat cross legged, messing with his hair that he hadn't bothered to fix yet. " So who was that other guy that you were talking to earlier, your boyfriend? I sure hope not, he gave off a wierd air to me. He was screaming borderline stalker to me. You better be careful when you talk to him. I don't have to meet him to know I don't like him." Hayden sincerely hoped Nicole would listen to him. That way that guy was coming onto her from what he saw was just too wierd.
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