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Post by sablesepulchre2 on Sept 8, 2010 13:18:08 GMT -5
Here comes the rain again
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[/color] Mitch chuckled as Cleo complained about the rain. Water was water to him, though ocean water was a bit harsher on the eyes, the rain wasn't really bothering him. He allowed himself to be dragged under the shelter, holding her bag while she attempted to towel dry her hair. "Oh, really, East? So you're just across the road from me, then." Mitch said absentmindedly, watching the rain fall. It occurred to him what exactly he had just said, so he corrected himself quickly. "Not that I'll be looking for you. Just an observation." Why was he saying such awkward things all of a sudden? When Cleo made the comment about being sick, Mitch shrugged. "Sick or not sick, whatever happens, happens." He tried to wring a little more water out of his shirt to no avail and tugged on his shorts so that they would air out better. Nothing worse than wet shorts on a cold day. "Anyways, like I said, they have enough workers to cover for me today."[/b] ----------------------------------------------
falling on my head like a tragedy. [/color] words: idk notes: Lyrics which are ridiculously suitablesong: Here comes the rain again - Eurythmics outfit: doesn't really matter[/blockquote] |
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Post by CLEO EVERETT on Sept 15, 2010 1:46:18 GMT -5
rain, rain, go away.
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Cleo took the hair band from around the handle of the hairbrush and tied her hair back. Handy dandy hair band to the rescue! Now feeling a bit better, she put all of her things back in the bag and peered out to the dock. Thoroughly soaked. Awesome. She slipped her flips flops off and bent to pick them up, setting them on the bench beside her. Nothing was worse than walking in wet sandals. It was such a hassle, so obnoxious. Oh darn it, the rain was probably still getting to her! Cleo looked to Mitch, eyebrows raised slightly. She laughed and shook her head, waving a dismissive hand. “Good to know, darling,” she replied, speaking up over the rain pounding on the roof above their heads. Rain was so gross. She missed her sunny LA beaches. How much more money until she could afford a plane ticket? Oh brother. But she would miss all the friends she’d made, certainly. Cleo glanced back at Mitch and watched him for a moment. Would she miss him? This handsome guy she’d just met? Yes. Probably.
“Well,” she started, twirling a loose strand of hair around her finger, “I hope I don’t get sick.” Cleo faked a cough, shook her head, pulled her legs up to her chest. She rotated slightly so that her back was leaning against the wall of their cover, her feet on the bench and so she was now facing Mitch. It was just a little bit colder now but she knew it would probably be humid after it stopped raining. Cleo disliked the cold and the humid. Rain was just bad in general. It was making her tired even, she thought, as a yawn escaped her lips. Grrrr! She hadn’t been tired five minutes ago! What was this! Cleo began to make a braid from the various strands of hair that had avoided being put into a ponytail. Her hair was going to be more curly than it already had been, too. Why was she so worried about these things? Cleo had always been so confident, so full of self-esteem. “If you could choose a super-power, would you rather be able to fly or read minds?” she asked, bored and curious. If they were going to have to sit here awhile, they might as well have fun.
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and don't ever come back again!
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words; 390notes; read minds!song; ??outfit; her favorite bikiniiiii![/blockquote][/size] |
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