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Post by Simona Weston on Aug 29, 2009 1:48:36 GMT
[[definitely closed ;] ]]
As a general rule, Simona Weston loathed rainy days. Sure, she liked being inside and cozy just as much as anybody else and occasionally, when it rained at night, it helped her sleep. But when the rain ruined what otherwise could have been a perfect day, it tended to make Simona a little cranky. She was, after all, very in tune with nature and did not enjoy being forced to remain indoors. Not that she would have done much other than sit under a tree and read, but it was so hard to read when there was water pouring onto your book. Added to that, she was wearing white. Which was never a good rain plan.
So, since the sky seemed determined to flood the area, Simona was cooped up inside. She had managed to escape her dorm, at least. There was no way that she was just going to sit in that tiny space while it rained outside. It was practically the epitome of claustrophobia. While she would have preferred to go a little farther than the rec room, she didn't particularly relish the idea of wandering about in the rain. Sure, she probably could have worn a raincoat or brought an umbrella or even tried to find someone with a car, but the hassle of doing that was just sort of looming over her head, so she had settled for sitting in the recreation room of her dorm.
Fortunately, she had managed to stake out a particularly comfortably couch, over which she was now comfortably draped. Though she was wearing a skirt, it was strategically arranged to cover everything that needed covering and was keeping her legs pleasantly warm in the process. She had a blanket wrapped around her shoulders, since her tank top did not exactly provide warmth and she was resting against a pillow on the arm. Her book was propped on her stomach and it was in this position that she was fully prepared to comfortably spend the rest of her day. She anticipated no interruptions--after all, there were very few people that she managed to feel comfortable enough around to call friends, and so there should be no one coming to talk to her.
Feeling only slightly irked at the rain, she turned the page and continued reading. |
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Post by Apollo Wazed on Aug 30, 2009 1:21:19 GMT
OUTFIT Usually, Apollo would be out scoping out girls and trying to get them to hook up with him and normally he succeeded at doing so. But today he had actually made plans with his older brother and cousins who had just come from France to visit. Unfortunately, Apollo was stuck at boarding school while his cousins were staying at his family home along with the rest of his family. See, Apollo was sent to boarding school in a sort of disciplinary action. It seems as though young Apollo had snuck out of his house too often and was caught drinking one too many times for these things to be ignored. Plans were made near the beginning of last year for Apollo to go to boarding school, so there was no backing out of it without a fee, even when his younger brother died and he needed his family…though he never spoke much of the death.
His brother and cousins had planned to meet up near their uncle’s cottage…or home. It was uncertain to everyone as to whether or not Apollo’s uncle called this house his home. He travelled for most of the year and really only seemed to be living in it near Christmas time and other occasions throughout the year. This uncle was not the father of the cousins from France. This uncle, Uncle Andrew, was not married and did not have any children. That the family knew of, at least.
Apollo had built up his excitement to go hang out with his brother and cousins all day and the day before. He had made sure his crappy, old car had enough gas to make the hour-long trip there and back. The plan was to meet up and take Uncle Andrew’s motor boat out for a ride. Of course, his uncle didn’t know about this plan, but he always said they could come up to his house and do what they want within reason. Apollo planned on getting drunk or high while on the boat, but it would pretty much be supervised. His oldest cousin, Destry and Apollo’s older brother, Talan weren’t into that kind of stuff. Well, more Destry than Talan. But Talan was strictly one or two beers now.
He rushed down to the rec room to wait for Talan to call him and tell him that they were leaving shortly. Apollo preferred not to stay in his dorm due to the lack of girls. At least in the rec room girls passed by and this would entertain him for a bit while he waited. He took about two steps into the recreation room when Talan called to cancel due to the rain. It’s not safe to go on a boat when it rains. As he shoved his phone back into his pocket, he pouted slightly and looked a bit like a child who had just been told that he couldn’t get a dog.
Heartbroken, Apollo plopped onto the couch and sighed. He jumped back up when he realized that he had sat on someone’s feet. “Oh, sorry,” He apologized, taking a seat next to her feet now. “I didn’t see…well, I didn’t look. Sorry.” He apologized again and smiled slightly at her. He felt a bit bad for disturbing her while she was reading because he had noticed that people tend to get annoyed when someone distracts them from reading. So he stared out the window instead. Apollo got bored rather quickly of watching the rain, so he looked back at Simona. “Is your book good?” He asked. Though, he could have really cared less about whether it was good or not, it’s not as if he was going to ever read it. He was just tired of watching the rain fall.
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Post by Simona Weston on Oct 1, 2009 3:25:59 GMT
While Simona was easily startled on the best of days, it was even worse when she was distracted. And nothing could distract Simona more than a good book, which was what she had had her nose buried in. Until she was startled out of it, that is. As soon as she felt the weight on her feet, she squeaked, the high pitch sounding inhuman even to her own ears, and jumped, yanking her feet from underneath him before she could register that anything else was going on. When she realized what had happened--that someone had just accidentally sat on her--she flushed pink. It was sort of silly to react as she had, especially since he was now apologizing. She didn't want him to think she was nuts. Or worse, that she was somehow mad at him. Everyone made mistakes.
"Non c'e problema," she murmured, tucking her feet underneath her and flashing him a shy smile. It didn't occur to her that the words coming out of her mouth may have sounded unintelligible and, not really having the desire to wait until he started staring out the window again, she returned to her book. She wondered vaguely if he was intending to sit there all afternoon or if he was just trying to avoid running away now that he had sat on her. After all, it was probably best for his ego to sit as if he had a purpose for sitting on her, so she wouldn't bother him unless he chose to be bothered.
Unfortunately for Simona, he didn't seem to have the same qualms. Fortunately for him, Simona didn't mind being interrupted, so long as it wasn't rude. She set her book flat against her thighs, not closing it, but making it clear that her attention was now on him instead of it. Unfortunately, even the slight pause did not undo the fact that Simona had been alarmed, especially since the boy that had sat on her feet wasn't unfortunate looking in any way. But Simona, though she knew she had such a nervous habit, never seemed to be able to pre-emptively catch it, so she was stuck speaking Italian when she knew she didn't want to.
"Si," she said softly, her voice never rising above its usual level. "E buono." She smiled again, glancing down at the book in a way that [hopefully] did not indicate that he should stop talking. She may have been inherently shy, but that did not mean that she was rude and she would never suggest that a conversation end as long as it was still pleasantly carrying on. |
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Post by Apollo Wazed on Oct 7, 2009 21:14:00 GMT
Apollo’s gazed shifted from her book when she put it down up to her eyes. He stared directly at her for a few seconds longer than what anyone else normally would. It was because he wanted her. Well, he wanted her in bed. He couldn’t believe that he hadn’t noticed how breath taking he thought she was when he first sat on her. Though, in his defense, he hadn’t really looked directly at her when he did so. Suddenly his afternoon plans of staring and cursing at the rain had changed. He was going to hook up with this girl, he decided.
When she spoke, he tried to pay attention and catch what she had said but he couldn’t understand her. He thought that maybe his mind had been jumbled up by looking at her that he couldn’t understand his own language. “Mmm…pardon?” He asked somewhat quietly. Part of him was speaking so low to meet her volume and the other part was slightly embarrassed that he hadn’t heard her properly. Not that he would admit that he ever got embarrassed.
He tried to think of pick up lines that didn’t seem to cheesy or overused to win her over. He assumed that she was smart because she was reading, something that he never does. He thought of using the ‘apart from being sexy, what else do you do?’ but he had used that too many times before and unexpectedly it seemed lame to him now. He considered ‘my name is Apollo, how do you like me so far?’, but that seemed stupid as well. Finally, he decided on a new line that he hadn’t used before. It was risky, to say the least, to test this on someone that he wanted so badly… though he probably would have thought the same for any other girl…probably. “You know, we should really remember this moment. Someday we’ll tell our kids how we met.” He said, smirking.
Though the smirk didn’t last long. “No, I’m sorry. That was…stupid and…stupid,” He apologized shaking his head and placing his index finger and thumb on his forehead to try to alleviate the shame he had now. “I’m Apollo.” He tried again, looking over at her and smiling slightly. He decided then that he would leave his angel hair line until later.
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