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Post by Alia Williams on Jul 23, 2012 20:03:29 GMT -6
 Alia walked in with Saati trailing at her heels sluggishly. Walking in slowly herself, Alia made a B-line for the fridge as she opened it. A gust of coldness slapped her in the face, and she sighed, trying to wake up. It was around seven thirty in the morning, and she felt like she was dead. She pushed her hair behind her ear and sighed. Alia was not a morning person, and was still wearing pajamas, but they were appropriate of course. Alia was exhausted, completely tired, but she couldn't sleep for some reason. She reached in to get some water, and found her hand moving around the fridge as if it was blind. Rubbing her eyes with the other hand she looked at Saati who stretched out her front legs. Alia absently raised her arms above her head and stretched the flat muscles on her arms from gymnastics and sports. She didn't have a lot of muscle, it was mostly upper body strength, but other than that she was pretty fragile. Alia started to walk away, and then grimaced and turned to close the door of the fridge. She had been up since five thirty, and drifting until she solidly woke up at six. She remembered spending the first thirty minutes staring at the ceiling on her back. Then she had sat up on the edge of the bed and stared at the door, that was when she had gotten up and ran a brush through her long dark hair and brushed her teeth. Her stomach growled slightly and she shrugged it off. Alia shuffled her feet and dropped on the couch, at first sprawled out with one leg on the big couch and the other off. She was a mess. Also grumpy, don't forget grumpy. There was nothing more dangerous than a sleepy Alia. Not that she had a huge temper and could just snap, but with out thinking she could be pretty rude. Coffee. She needed coffee, but there was none in sight, well she couldn't see any. If there was any it was way to far away, she doubted anyone made coffee for the first floor at seven in the morning. She groaned and sat up slightly before falling to the side. She moved over, facing the big tv that sat staring at her. Wide black face empty and looking as empty as she felt. Some one shoot me. She grumbled and pulled her hair out from behind her neck. It splayed out against the equally dark couch as she half lay half sat on it. In all honesty, she didn't give a d*mn what anyone thought of her at the moment. She looked pretty, but in a dazed, sleeping way. Her eyes were dazed and half shut, her face flushed with color from moving under the heavy covers. Her hair was fine, but splayed out in a wildfire look as she lay there. She had ran a brush through it, and it had looked fine, it never got too messed up when she slept. Like her friend Claire. She chuckled, the red head girl woke up with some more wild fire hair. It was short and it sprayed out, sticking up and lopsided. Alia jerked as she felt something wet and warm touching her hand that lay next to her, half off. She looked to the side to see her lapland, Saati licking her hand at a rhythmic pace. She honestly wanted some one to shoot her at the moment, just put her out of her sleepy misery. Her hand absently scrubbed the dog's head softly with the tips of her fingers. She felt like she had fallen, felt injured and dead. No surprise, she usually felt like this when she rose from the dead. She ran her other hand through her hair. Half hoping and half wanting someone to come in. She didn't care what impression she made, it was seven in the morning, and she was tired, they better just get that. |
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Post by Taylor Westin on Aug 6, 2012 18:16:21 GMT -6
Taylor moved with the casual and assertive grace that was characteristic of his person. Chey, his five year old red golden retriever followed sedately behind him down the stairs, her tail wagging...it never seemed to stop. Today was day one of his Blue Ridge Academy experience. He had passed out yesterday as soon as he'd touched his bed...slightly forgetting that Chey was still in the hallway. He'd felt bad about leaving her in the hallway their first night there and had quickly made up with her giving her her favorite treat and tossing her green tennis ball. He'd tried to keep the noise down, but at like 6am...it was hard. So he ended their toss and catch game much to Chey's disappointment and decided to go exploring a bit, while he assumed the rest of the BRA world slept away..
He couldn't have slept in longer if he'd wanted too..his body's sense of time was all a muck...back home it was darn well near 6 pm back home. He'd had to reset all his clocks 14 hrs back...that just messed with your head a bit. He quickly set about putting his room in order, unable to stand the disorganized chaos.. Then he jumped into the shower real quick and grabbed some worn blue jeans and a shirt.
He ran a hand over his stubbled face and considered shaving, but decided against it..he was loosing time.
Next step, breakfast and there he was coming down the stairs, Chey hot on his trail into the common room. This was his first true glance at the single large expansive room and his eyes roamed from the small kitchenette and then into the living room. The living room appeared to be simply furnished with a TV and a couch, but this appeared to be no ordinary couch.
A slight smile touched his strong features as he took in the half-alive, half-dazed girl, absent mindedly stroking her dog. Chey whined by Taylor's feet, looking up to him for permission to unleash his wrath of friendly greetings. He shook his head at the dog and continued to take in the details...
If he didn't know any better, he'd say that this girl was half dead with boredom. He put his right hand into his jean pockets as he strode from the steps into the kitchenette....
Surely she had to know of his presence from descending the stairs, but he was not about to intrude on her private solace if she so desired it...he wasn't out to tick people of his first day here...but that amused smile was still on his face, he knew boredom when he saw it.
He opened the little fridge and was disappointed by what he saw...nothing. Well, Chey it looks as though we need to add shopping to our list for the day...because there is a whole lot of nothing here. Chey's tail began wag more excitedly as Taylor spoke to her, she stayed close to him as he shut the fridge door and made his way into the living room...He couldn't help himself.
Comfortable are you? He directed to the beauty on the couch as he took the floor folding his 6 foot frame down. Chey was instantly by his side pushing his hands for a rub. He obliged the dog as he looked again to the girl and her own dog...waiting for her own reply. He had a few minutes to spare before he started the rest of his day...
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Post by Alia Williams on Aug 13, 2012 21:34:15 GMT -6
Alia sighed, her eyes half shutting, if she had something to do at the moment, she could break this sleepy spell. She breathed out, shutting her eyes finally, her mind drifting around. She rolled her head to the side, but was snapped out of it, hearing footsteps on the stairs. She tilted her head back in attempt to see the person, but wasn't able to catch a glimpse of the other one. She turned a little, still trying to see the person as she heard the refrigerator door open. Could there possibly be a ghost? Could BRRA be haunted? Awesome! Screamed her mind, even though she was still basically dead. She enjoyed mythical things, and wasn't scared of horror things, not that she was calling spirits or ghosts mythical, she just liked the supernatural. She thought it would be so cool if something supernatural happened, since from age seven to nine she was convinced that she had a ghost friend. Her friends would play along, but she would always get angry and tell them that she could only communicate with him. She remembered them laughing at her and backing down from a friendship with the ghost boy to keep her happy, and she was pleased, then learned it was her imagination when she reached the age of ten. She nearly chuckled, thinking of it and moved herself a tiny bit, getting more comfortable. She thought again to herself, maybe she would head to go see Splat and take her for a ride, or run. She murmured something, not really imagining herself running alongside the mare at the moment. She rolled over on her side, and groaned quietly, she wanted to die at the moment and wouldn't mind if some one killed her. Crossing her arms over her chest, she heard something and looked up.
A guy and a dog, and the guy seemed to be talking to her. Her dazed mind focused on the words coming from his mouth. The corner of her mouth pulled up in a half smile, and small laugh escaped her. Sure, if you call not being able to sleep when you want to comfortable. Her eyes took in the whole scene, the guy, the dog, how tall he was. Saati looking at Alia in waiting to greet the other canine. Alia whispered the words No to the dog to keep her from aggravating the other dog. Rolling her gaze back towards the guy Now, for further warning, I apologize if I kill you in between these minutes, but so far, I'm not feeling murderous, so let me just start. I'm Alia. She smiled, her eyes opening a bit more, as she pulled herself into a more conscious position, making room for the guy on the couch. She laughed slightly How are you actually alive at the moment, and yea you killed my hopes, I was hoping there was a ghost around so thanks. She sent him a teasing glare, he was cute, looking at him she found her way over him. She ran her fingers through her dark hair, and smiled slightly, looking at him feeling a more awake, a little at least.
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Post by Taylor Westin on Oct 28, 2012 22:36:28 GMT -6
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This girl was out of control, unique and different. He knew instantly that this was going to be a fun conversation. He continued to rub Chey's face as he listened to her sarcastic response. Sarcasm. A language he knew and spoke fluently. He watched her slide up into a more engaging position, creating room on the couch. She had the attitude right now of a grumpy bear coming out of hibernation, but oddly enough, he was even more intrigued than insulted.
He picked himself up off the floor and closed the gap across the room to the couch, Chey hot on his heels. He settled comfortably on the couch and calmly sank back. He chuckled in response to her 'warning'. I've dealt with much worse believe me. I think I may survive this encounter to live another day... Chey sat by his feet, but reached her nose out towards the other dog, inquisitive, her tail thumping loudly on the floor. Taylor peeked down at his dog and didn't reprimand her. He turned over and gave the girl his full attention as she introduced herself. Alia. It was a name that seemed to fit her personality. He smiled and held out a hand in greeting. I like a girl who gets straight to the point.. he chuckled, I'm sorry to disappoint you, but my name isn't Casper...Name is Taylor....and as to why I'm so alive and awake....well...flying 14 hours back in time zones can really mess with your biological clock...back home...things are just getting exciting. He teased her lightly with his tone, his thick Aussie accent was unmistakable and frankly he didn't try to hide or conceal it.
He ran a hand through his buzzed hair and scratched it lightly. He looked back over his shoulder to the kitchenette and patted his belly as it grumbled. What do you guys eat here because that fridge is as bare as the Kalahari and I am starving! He arched his eyebrow in question to Alia and a smile played at the corner of his mouth. Still trying to figure this place out....today is my first full-day here and I'm about as wired as a bomb. He made light of the butterflies in his stomach, but at the same time he was growing calmer by the minute chatting with the unruly Alia.
[ooc//sorry so short]
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