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Sept 23, 2010 20:01:46 GMT -5
Post by Hayley on Sept 23, 2010 20:01:46 GMT -5
(((OOC: Awww she loves him :) lol)))
Well, damn. She spit in my face. I mean, it's not like much got on my face considering I have an inch on her, and she had to tilt her head up, but still, it's disgusting. She really is a piece of work.
I hope you enjoyed manhandling me, pervert.She says, directly to my face.
I resist the urge to wipe the saliva off my face while she¡¦s looking, because I feel that will make her think of me as weak, and unable to get a little dirty. But when she turns away, back to the ocean, I pull my shirt over my face to wipe it from my chin. Nila sat down, and stared over the cliff. I stepped back, one step just so I could see Nila and White Hair.
After a few moments of awkward silence, Nila finally stands up, almost falling off the cliff in the process. He cheeks turned slightly red, but faded out as quickly as it came.
"Well this has been fun, but I have things to do and places to be. Training starts early." With a broken arm? I don't think so.
Her eyes grew wide as the realization of this hits her, but narrow so quickly I barely notice, but, being the observant person I am, Ido notice.
"That is to say, I have to get some rest is I want to get back into training." Yeah, real nice save. "Chatting with you losers isn't going to help me heal." Loser? I think not. "Therefore, I'm going to leave now because I don't have time for this." Time for what? All we've been doing here is standing, talking, and you, spitting in my face.
"Time for what?" I repeat, "All we've been doing here is standing and talking." I pleasantly omit the spitting part.
This girl is so confusing. For a second, you think she's softened, and then she turns hard again. How do you break a person like that out of that kind of never-ending cycle? Well Datonec, I guess that's up to you. Are you going to be the one to change this girl for the better? To let her see the light, and smell the roses, and all that crap they told you in your therapy sessions after Pryter's death? Yeah, I am. As she turns around, I gently grab her arm, but not so much as to make her mad. "Hey, Nila," I start, "why are you so indifferent towards other people, especially the male species?" Oh, crud.]
I hope you enjoyed manhandling me, pervert.She says, directly to my face.
I resist the urge to wipe the saliva off my face while she¡¦s looking, because I feel that will make her think of me as weak, and unable to get a little dirty. But when she turns away, back to the ocean, I pull my shirt over my face to wipe it from my chin. Nila sat down, and stared over the cliff. I stepped back, one step just so I could see Nila and White Hair.
After a few moments of awkward silence, Nila finally stands up, almost falling off the cliff in the process. He cheeks turned slightly red, but faded out as quickly as it came.
"Well this has been fun, but I have things to do and places to be. Training starts early." With a broken arm? I don't think so.
Her eyes grew wide as the realization of this hits her, but narrow so quickly I barely notice, but, being the observant person I am, Ido notice.
"That is to say, I have to get some rest is I want to get back into training." Yeah, real nice save. "Chatting with you losers isn't going to help me heal." Loser? I think not. "Therefore, I'm going to leave now because I don't have time for this." Time for what? All we've been doing here is standing, talking, and you, spitting in my face.
"Time for what?" I repeat, "All we've been doing here is standing and talking." I pleasantly omit the spitting part.
This girl is so confusing. For a second, you think she's softened, and then she turns hard again. How do you break a person like that out of that kind of never-ending cycle? Well Datonec, I guess that's up to you. Are you going to be the one to change this girl for the better? To let her see the light, and smell the roses, and all that crap they told you in your therapy sessions after Pryter's death? Yeah, I am. As she turns around, I gently grab her arm, but not so much as to make her mad. "Hey, Nila," I start, "why are you so indifferent towards other people, especially the male species?" Oh, crud.]
