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Post by CLEO EVERETT on Aug 22, 2010 1:28:55 GMT -5
i want to swim away, but don't know how
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Cleo loved swimming. Especially swimming in wide, open places with no boundaries. Cleo had always adored the water. It was her first love. Hence the reason she so loathed New York City. New York City had pools, pools had walls, walls meant boundaries. So, basically, New York City was a prison. She did not care that there were thousands of cute boys, or for Link Crew, or for her family’s happiness when her thoughts were so clouded. ‘If she could not be happy, why should anyone else be?’ was a selfish thought. Cleo was just that, though; selfish, vain. It was mean, of course, but she did not care. Cleo, realizing that the negative thoughts were overwhelming, jumped. The water was cold but this was no problem. Cleo could handle it.
The feeling of being here, where she could swim as far as she wanted, was amazing. There was this absolute sense of freedom. This fact that you were free down here. The only thing controlling you was your lungs, your need for air. Then it was back down, back to the incredibility of the underwater world. It was perhaps the best feeling in the entire universe. It was better than the success of helping a freshman find their class. It was better than flirting with somebody who was totally flirting back. It was even better than bitching in return at a clingy-boyfriend-obsessed girl. Swimming was her life. So, she swam, going deeper and further, away from the docks and the disgusting city. This was her home. Why couldn’t she be a mermaid, or something? Why couldn’t mermaids be real? That would be epic. She was running out of oxygen and the thought of having to resurface soon bothered her. She hadn't been doing this as often and was paying for it now.
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sometimes, it feels just like I'm falling in the ocean
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words; 303notes; short post D:song; into the ocean - blue octoberoutfit; her favorite bikiniiiii![/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by sablesepulchre2 on Aug 22, 2010 2:03:23 GMT -5
I took a walk around the world to ease my troubled mind
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[/color]There were a lot of things on Mitch's mind, crammed in between thoughts of school and thoughts of work, shoving his emotional and mental sanity to the back of his skull. Now, it was coming back to haunt Mitch, day and night. The man laughed quietly to himself and he walked along the edge of the docks on an absent-minded trek to nowhere. Sanity? He wasn't entirely sure that he had any in the first place. Marnie would attest to that, and, hell, so would anyone else he knew. Mitch was the self-proclaimed life of the party, wild-child of the family, generally a troublemaker, a skirtchaser, and a rulebreaker all around. It would be more surprising if someone thought that he was sane. But this, this was another type of insanity, a nagging at the back of his mind that told Mitch he was something more than just a crazy college student, a feeling of something, well, something almost magical swirling around his thoughts mysteriously, always keeping just out of reach. Mitch dismissed the thought with a shake of his head, looking out over the water and listening to the quiet sounds of his feet on the boards below him. A good distance away from the dock, a woman was swimming in the water. It was hard to miss her - even though Mitch was at least a couple hundred feet away, he could still make out her bright red hair and yellow swim suit from the dock. A brief smile flashed across his face as the woman took another dive, and he stopped to watch her swim for a moment. As time ticked by slowly, Mitch's curiosity turned into concern as a minute passed and she did not resurface. The seconds flew by now, each seemingly counting down the woman's life, and Mitch broke into a run, eyes glued to the where she had disappeared, watching the water for the tell tale red hair. Nothing. His run was cut short by the water as Mitch dived in after the woman, wasting as little time as he could to worry about his clothes or think about the temperature of the bay. He hauled the woman to the surface of the water, struggling to keep himself and the woman afloat in the choppy waves. -----------------------------------------------------------
I left my body lying somewhere in the sands of time [/color] words: 383 notes: RAWR song: kryptonite - three doors down outfit: doesn't really matter[/blockquote] |
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Post by CLEO EVERETT on Aug 22, 2010 2:48:24 GMT -5
"i'm gonna go into the deep end. watch my dive. watch my dive."
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Cleo had been near ready to break the surface of the water, to refill her lungs with air, no matter how much she did not want to. What if she didn’t? Would she become one with the bay because she’d drowned? ‘No, of course not,’ she thought, her closed lips curling into a small smile. When one died, that was that. Sure, the idea of having somewhere to go once passing on was nice, but was there proof? Cleo had had conservations like this with her mother or grandfather all the time. Perhaps too often. It was a total downer. Tilting her head up, she could see the filtered sunlight, the way the water distorted it into wavering beams. It was truly beautiful. Cleo began to swim up, now starting to ache from the lack of oxygen. Then, out of NOWHERE, there was somebody, or something, attacking and grabbing her from the side. Cleo opened her mouth to scream before remembering she was still underwater. She got a mouthful and she squeezed her eyes shut tight, coughing and only inhaling more of it. Finally, they surfaced and she coughed, spluttering and flailing all at the same time. What in the world was going on and who had just nearly killed her?
Attempting to calm down and breath normally, Cleo rubbed at her eyes and swung her head around to find the face of the person. He was pulling her back to the docks and he was really, very handsome. But she was still confused and a little annoyed. “What are you doing?!” she shouted, though he was definitely close enough to hear her even at a whisper. She clung to him, though, because now her nose and her throat hurt and her legs and arms were weak from the spazz-fest she’d had. Cleo would ask more questions once they were out of the water and she could hold her own. Still coughing and clearing her throat, Cleo eyed the man, wondering who he was and why he was here. Did people often take trips down to the docks? He hadn’t planned on swimming, as she had, for he was still in regular clothes. Reaching the side-ladder leading up to the platform, Cleo made sure that he’d made it up before she followed, collapsing on the wood, beside her bag and sandals. She rolled over on her side, trying to breath evenly, even if her throat was still scratchy from all the coughing and near-drowning. “Really,
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"GET ME OUTTA HEEEERE!! WHERES THE SURFACE?!!" [/color]
words; 427notes; baha of course cleo wouldn’t thank him. joke?; drowning sucks - dane cookoutfit; her favorite bikiniiiii![/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by sablesepulchre2 on Aug 22, 2010 3:16:05 GMT -5
I watched the world float to the dark side of the moon
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[/color]Mitch managed to get the woman up to the dock, trying to semi-pull her up the ladder as she coughed. Not only had she shouted something in his ear, something he couldn't make out as a wave sloshed up over his face in an inopportune moment, but in her desperate flailing, she had slapped him across the jaw rather hard. In light of the stinging, Mitch looked at the girl a little closer. Yes, her hair was definitely red - long and curly - and her bathing suit was an attractive bikini that, ahem, highlighted some of her better aspects. "Really, what were you thinking?"Mitch snapped his attention to slightly more important things and seeing that the woman was indeed alright, albeit a bit winded, he leaned back on his hands. "Oh, I don't know." He waved a hand theatrically towards the water. "Nearly drown some cute girl and then try to flirt it off as she chokes on salt water, that's about it.... not to mention that I'm fully clothed." Mitch tapped his hand on his chin, "I think that's all."[/b] ------------------------------------
I feel there is nothing I can do [/color] words: 200 notes: significantly shorter, but worth it song: kryptonite - three doors down outfit: doesn't really matter[/blockquote] |
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Post by CLEO EVERETT on Aug 22, 2010 3:52:41 GMT -5
i could use a hero right now
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In the short moment it took for him to answer her, Cleo looked him over again. This time, there were no annoying waves or water in her lungs to distract her. He was, as she had realized earlier, handsome. He looked about her age. His hair and eyes were both light, brown and green. Green eyes were really hot. His wet clothes stuck to his body and, honestly?, she didn’t mind the view. Then, she noticed his jaw looked rather red, as if he’d been hit. Oh God. Had she done that? Her face scrunched up into a worried expression and she crawled closer to him, examining his face. “Did I do that?” she asked, frowning. His answer came just before her question and she felt even worse for interrupting him. Especially because... well, had he complimented her? Well, he had nearly drowned her. She was cute and choking on salt water. Cleo sat back, pulling her legs to her chest and watching him, carefully. On any other day, she would most definitely flirt back. But there was just something about him...
“Quite a lot to think about,
[/color]” she muttered, trying to worry less about the fact that she might’ve hit him. Cleo realized, again, that she wasn’t actually flirting with him. This totally cute guy who was just her age was hitting on her and she wasn’t doing so in return. How dare she! “ My knight in not-so-shiny armor,[/color]” she stated simply, retrieving her towel from her bag and offering it to him. She wasn’t cold, but if he was, she wasn’t going to let him suffer or anything. “ It’s not every day I’m nearly drowned and then complimented by such a good-looking guy. What’s your name, darling?[/color]” she asked, unable to resist the immature pet name. Is that what it was? She called everybody by those, anyway. [/blockquote]
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you could use someone to save
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words; 309notes; silly cleo. song; meet me at my window - jack's mannequinoutfit; her favorite bikiniiiii![/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by sablesepulchre2 on Aug 22, 2010 4:33:05 GMT -5
I've got the gift of one liners
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[/color] When the woman leaned forwards to look at his face, Mitch got a little better view of her. Small, petite, feminine. Her hair was curling at the edges where it had already dried. Green eyes, pink lips, thin face. She had a look that people probably noticed even when she was at her worst - naturally attractive. Mitch smiled softly, trying to tone down his normal arrogant facade, making a nonchalant motion with his hand. "I accept your apology, so no worries, but I'll mark you down as a future IOU." So much for toning it down. He took the towel with a murmured thanks, standing up and helping the woman to her feet before tending to his clothing issue. With his luck, Mitch probably looked like a mess - unappealing and unattractive. But then again, the woman returned his flirt with a teasing riposte of her own, so he wasn't in over his head quite yet, for sure. He patted his shorts dry, hoping that their light material would dry faster than they looked, and took off his shirt to attempt to wring most of the water out. You'd think that such a thin shirt would hold a lot less water than it did... "It’s not every day I’m nearly drowned and then complimented by such a good-looking guy. What’s your name, darling?"Mitch grinned again. This girl had moxie AND a sense of humor, not to mention her looks. Maybe today wouldn't be so bad after all. "It's not every day I nearly drown then compliment such an attractive girl." He wiped his hand on the semi-damp towel and held it out to the woman. "My name is Mitch, Mitch Sawyer, but you, my dear, can call me whatever you'd like."-------------------------------------------------
and you've got the curse of curves [/color] words: 313 notes: Cleo is cute XD song: the curse of curves - cute is what we aim for outfit: doesn't really matter[/blockquote] |
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Post by CLEO EVERETT on Aug 22, 2010 15:47:04 GMT -5
well i'm not paralyzed...
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Cleo laughed. An IOU, huh? Interesting. There was something different about him, something other guys did not have. She couldn't quite put her finger on it but it was intriguing. He took the towel and stood, offering to help her up. She was rather content sitting here, drying in the sun. In fact, all she wanted to do right now was lay down and take a nice nap. Her body seemed tired from the experience she’d just had. But Cleo did not want to be rude so she accepted his help and pulled herself up. Her hair was starting to dry, already, but now it was tangled and sort of irritating her. Cleo grabbed her bag and rummaged around in it, finding her brush. She pulled it through her hair, wincing at the knots. It felt like she was tearing her hair out. She hated pain. Cleo dropped the brush back into her bag and put her hands on her hips, leaning on her left leg. He’d taken his shirt off and if she liked the view before, she loved it now. Damn.
Figuring she was dry enough by now and not really caring for the condition of her dress, she snatched that out of her bag as well and slipped it on. Oh, she loved dresses. In fact, maybe she’d go shopping later today. She had money from the odd-end jobs she’d taken to. Feeding an old woman’s fish, babysitting her mother’s friends’ babies, driving kids’ to soccer practice. Simple things that she loved doing. Cleo grinned and took his hand, shaking it delicately. “Cleo Everett. I’ll be sure to remember that,” she answered, replacing her hand on her hip. “So, handsome...
[/color]” she started and paused, squinting out at the glittering water. It was to bright for her liking. “ What brings you out here on such a lovely day?[/color]” [/blockquote] --------------------------------------
but I seem to be struck by you... [/color]
words; 310notes; i don’t like tangled hair :C song; paralyzer - finger elevenoutfit; her favorite bikiniiiii![/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by sablesepulchre2 on Aug 22, 2010 17:22:56 GMT -5
So here we go again, I kinda wanna be more than friends
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[/color] "So, handsome, what brings you out here on such a lovely day?”Miss Cleo Everett certainly looked older than the Make a Wish interns, a blessing in itself since Marnie pulled the plug on anyone who ever remotely looked underage, and if Mitch had to guess, she was around the same age as him. It would be great if that were true, but even Mitch knew better than to outright ask about age. That was immediate social suicide. "Class is out for the day and I took a sick absence for work." He quickly held up his hands in the "I'm-innocent" pose, before returning to folding Cleo's towel up. "But I'm not sick, don't worry, and there are plenty of employees to handle anything that comes through." Mitch handed the towel to it's owner, wringing his shirt out for a final time before giving it a glare and throwing it over his shoulder. "I was out looking for people to drown, of course. A great spring activity, if I do say so, but I wouldn't advise it."Mitch glanced out over the water, taking in the waves as well as the docked ships nearby. Today was a beautiful day, and Mitch didn't blame Cleo for wanting to swim, but the ocean? It was no more strange then him walking down by the docks - at least Cleo had a proper excuse to be on this side of town. So now Mitch looked like a creepy idiot who flirts with random strangers who he underwater-tackles beforehand. And all for the fun of it. Great... He glanced over at Cleo, concerned. "I didn't hurt you when I grabbed you, did I?"[/color] That would just be the icing on Mitch's pity party cake. ------------------------------------------------------------------
so take it easy on me, I'm afraid I won't get out alive [/color] words: 290 notes: concerned Mitch is concerned song: animal - neon trees outfit: doesn't really matter[/blockquote] |
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Post by CLEO EVERETT on Aug 22, 2010 19:23:10 GMT -5
we'll share these moments forever
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Cleo nodded, understanding most of his explanation. She’d made sure to have as few classes as possible for her last year in college. In fact, she had one each day excluding Wednesday when she had two. The second half of the sentence caught her off guard. Was he sick? If Cleo hated pain, she loathed being sick. It was possibly one of the worse things ever. Why couldn’t they just find a cure for everything? Cleo sighed, relieved, when he continued. Good, she would be fine. Unless of course you could get a cold from swimming in the ocean. It had happened to her once but even that hadn’t kept her away from the beach. She took the folded towel, muttered a ‘thank you,’ before tucking it into her bag. She grabbed the strap and slung it over her head, letting it rest across her chest. Messenger bags were so much cooler than regular backpacks or those super huge purses.
Cleo laughed and the fact that she had laughed at that made her laugh even more. It was one of those giggle-fits one has on rare occasions. Cleo loved the random fits of laughter but not in front of people she had just met. Handsome people who were her age, nonetheless. “I-I’m sorry,” she giggled, waving her hand dismissively and trying to hold back the oncoming wave of it. After another minute, maybe two, she was able to speak without busting into another fit. “Thanks for the advice. I’ll be sure to avoid a sudden urge to drown somebody.” Wiping at her eyes, which had teared up from her laughing, Cleo let out a long sigh. His next question surprised her, but in a good way. Was he concerned? She felt around where he’d rammed into her and winced a little. It only hurt when she pressed against it. Cleo shook her head, “no, no. It’s fine, I’m okay,” she reassured.
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the laughter, the cares, our hopes and our prayers
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Post by sablesepulchre2 on Aug 22, 2010 23:52:08 GMT -5
I'm fifteen for a moment, caught in between ten and twenty
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[/color] Mitch laughed along with Cleo. Sure, he wasn't that funny, but it was refreshing to have a good laugh and push his issues to the side for the time being. Cleo was, well, Cleo was holding his attention, keeping his mind from wandering back to the darker side. Really, all Mitch wanted was to enjoy life, live in the moment, and not have to worry about granting everyone else's requests. He wanted to be selfish, instead of just playing the part. Maybe this was his chance, his lucky break, to do exactly that. "So,"[/b] Mitch began, "what do you do, Cleo? Obviously, I'm in college, but with all my theatrics I never asked you." He touched her elbow, nudging her to walk down the dock with him, back towards completely dry land. Mitch wanted to make sure that Cleo was definitely fine before he left her alone and just glancing at the sky told Mitch that it was going to storm soon - dark clouds were closing in fast. "Did you walk here, or....?"[/b] Not like it really mattered, they were both already soaked to the bone, and it wasn't like Cleo couldn't hide her cell phone in her purse or somethi- SHIT. Mitch reached into his pocket, feeling for his cell phone and wallet. The wallet was there, damp and in need of a blow dryer, but his cell phone was gone. Mitch sighed, resigning himself to the fact that it was gone. Oh, well. -------------------------------------------------------------------------
And I'm just dreaming, counting the ways to where you are [/color] words: 246 notes: blah song: 100 Years - Five for Fighting outfit: doesn't really matter[/blockquote] |
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Post by CLEO EVERETT on Aug 24, 2010 21:46:41 GMT -5
I’m so glad i found you
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Cleo wasn’t a very big fan of storms. She loved sunny days, days where she could have a good time at the beach. Storms meant rain and lightning which meant not sunny and not a good time. It meant having to stay home or do other things she did not want to do. Storms were just another reason she hated New York City. It had more rain than Los Angeles. Like, a lot more rain. So Cleo was not happy when she glanced up to the sky and realized that the cloudless sky had given way to dark rain clouds. She frowned and sent a glare to the wretched weather before flinching slightly at Mitch’s gentle touch. She looked up at him before understanding and followed him down the docks. “College,” she answered, “senior.” Cleo didn’t quite understand why her answers were so simple and choppy. Perhaps the upcoming weather was putting her in a worse mood than she knew.
“Still so unsure about what I want to pursue, though...” Cleo murmured, letting her thoughts wander. “I mean, psychology is so interesting. But I love kids, y’know, so I could be a teacher or something,
[/b]” she paused. No, that wouldn’t do. Cleo shook her head, “ no, not a teacher. Maybe I could be a baker. I love pastries,” she added, quickly. She cleared her throat, realizing that she’d begun to ramble. “ Ah, sorry...” Cleo shook her head, clearing her thoughts. It was like her to be chatty but not about school of all things. “ I took a cab,” she answered, reaching around to grab her cell phone from the front pocket. She checked the time and realized she’d only been at the docks for a little over an hour. It was nearing three and there was still so much of the day left. But it was going to rain. She groaned at the very thought before hearing Mitch sigh, a dejected sort of sigh. “ Is something wrong?” she asked, concerned.[/blockquote] -------------------------
i love being around you [/color]
words; 330notes; nice rambling girlysong; 1234 - plain white t'soutfit; her favorite bikiniiiii![/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by sablesepulchre2 on Aug 25, 2010 8:14:16 GMT -5
Cause I'm a picker, I'm a grinner, I'm a lover, and I'm a sinner
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[/color] "Senior?" Mitch asked, looking at Cleo with curiosity. "You wouldn't happen to go to Barrie, would you?" That would be completely awesome. Not that Mitch was going to go stalk her or anything. It was just convenient. Awesomely convenient. "Is something wrong?" Mitch jumped a little when Cleo spoke, startling him out of his annoyed thoughts. "Ah, maybe. I can't find my cell phone." He shrugged, wanting to keep the conversation lighthearted. "I guess I'll just forward the bill to Davy Jones then."Back to the whole "getting Cleo home safe" thing, Mitch had walked to the docks from Barrie, and he couldn't afford a taxi ride. He supposed that he could walk her to a taxi then see her off, but that didn't sound like a promising adventure. Perhaps Mitch could talk her into hanging out for a while.... but then again, she was still in her bathing suit, cover up or not, and he was sure that she'd want a shower. Too many options.... ------------------------------------
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Post by CLEO EVERETT on Aug 27, 2010 20:48:45 GMT -5
i'll say it's my fault.
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Cleo nodded. “Yup. Barrie University~!” she spoke with a sort of pride. As if the fact that she was going to school was something to be proud of. As if Barrie U was the best college in the world. Which, when she thought about it, it was. She knew all sorts of people who had dropped out of high school or who decided not to go to college. It was something to be proud of, her attending Barrie U. Plus, the college was pretty great. It was definitely close to being the best college in the world. Did Mitch go to Barrie? She remembered him telling her he was in college but he hadn’t specified which. “Do you?” she asked, deciding it’d be best to figure things out.
Cleo stopped walking and waited for him to pause as well. When he did, she watched him carefully, trying to realize if he was kidding or not. The first sentence told her he wasn’t. The second, she wasn’t quite as sure. The expression on his face and the way he spoke made her believe that he was serious. “Ohmygod. It was totally my fault, wasn’t it?” Cleo dragged a hand through her hair, something she did when she was frustrated. It was totally her fault. He probably lost it when he’d dived in to save her. Maybe it was on the docks somewhere? She looked further down the way, trying to catch site of a cell phone or the glint of one in the light. “I totally owe you if it’s, like, gone,” she promised.
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i'll take all the blame.
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Post by sablesepulchre2 on Aug 29, 2010 10:56:48 GMT -5
Check yes, Juliet, are you with me?
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[/color] This was AWESOME. Not only had Mitch met, attracted the attention of (albeit by kidnapping her from the water), and successfully flirted with an extremely attractive girl, but said girl went to the same college as he did and was in the same class! Whatever forces that had drawn him to here, luck, fortune, fate, jumped up a few notches in Mitch's list of things that were going well. "Yeah, I do go to Barrie. Do you live on campus? North or east complex?"The cellphone issue, however, was tossed into the wastebasket of stuff that Mitch wasn't too happy about. That along with the rain that had just began. It started off with just a light drizzle but within a few seconds there was a full scale downpour underway. Mitch looked around for a place for the two to hide under (not that a little more water really mattered), seeing a covered bench not too far off. ----------------------------------------------
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Post by CLEO EVERETT on Sept 4, 2010 1:13:14 GMT -5
rain, rain, go away.
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Ah! No! Not the rain! Cleo groaned, cursing the rain Gods or whatever before storming back to Mitch. She grabbed his wrist and pulled him towards the nearby bench. It didn’t matter if she was wet. Ocean water and rain water were totally two completely different things. As in you could choose to get wet by ocean water. Rain water? It did not care what you thought. You were going to get wet. Cleo liked making up her own mind, thank you very much. And now her dress was soaked! Why couldn’t the stupid rain have stayed a calm little sprinkle? At least until they were under cover? Becoming increasingly irritated, Cleo was glad to have finally reached the bench. She sat down, glaring out at the sheets of rain. “I hate the rain,” she scowled, searching her bag for the towel Mitch had folded so neatly. Cleo dried her hair a little before leaving the towel there on her head.
Cleo leaned against the back of the bench and folded her arms over her chest. “East,” she answered after a moment, trying to remember where her room was. Clouded, angry emotions did not do well for conversation. She tried pushing the feelings away and turned slightly, so she was facing Mitch. “Sorry,
[/color]” she said again, towel-drying her hair some more before looking through her bag again. Did she have another towel in here? “ Now you’ll have actual reason to be missing work,[/color]” she muttered, distractedly. Cleo slipped her phone into the bag before looking back at him, feeling as if she had to clarify. “ The whole being sick thing,[/color]” she gestured to the rain and then to him, shirtless, wet... and looking really good. [/blockquote] ------------------------------------
and don't ever come back again! [/color]
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