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Post by Zombie Kendall on Apr 15, 2007 16:40:34 GMT -5
-I HATE making titles >.<-
Kendall looked down at her hands. They held a small cup of steaming cocoa. Her nose flared as the smell wafted up to her face. Her mouth agreed that it was a pleasant smell, and curled up into a smile.
Her eyes glanced up for a second. She had been quiet for the past while. Maybe it was because she was alone, or maybe it was the fact she was now a spy for Death Kiss. She could hear conversations all around her, and not one of them were useful. 'Saki...' She thought. She knew this was betrayal for her dear friend. She hoped she would never find out, but she was just fooling herself.
She sipped some of the chocolate goodness, hoping it would not burn. To her relief, it was perfect, and she took another sip.
-I was bored, so I made a thread here, I always wanted to. So, anyone can post here.-
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Post by melrose on Apr 24, 2007 19:04:22 GMT -5
Matteo kept telling himself these were the rebellious years; his black apparel scheme, artistic neck tattoo, and overgrown hairstyle seemed to have proven that, yet he still felt like a hollow, pathetic wanna-be, none of his crude remarks enough to be given a noteworthy review. Sometimes he simply got bored, craving the thrills in actual significance to any existence, his dramatic mind at a constant over analyzation to partly get a neutral feel, or in this case one in mental triumph. Yep, time to move on, be more than that strangely quiet, good-looking guy. Verona Café was just the place to do it, supposedly. Sure, he spent the whole first 30 minutes pondering whether he would go through already, sipping his drink in a secluded area that is until someone else came along, his teal optics straying from the floor to a plastered objection to her. Hey, he was allowed to be a teenage guy messing around girls. What’s next?
He needed an excuse to bump into her, anything that did not express straight off, purposeful interest. Ah well, he drew a blank, confidence fueling his bit egotistic side as his final realization came that he wasn’t that bad, perhaps convincing. Matt strolled past once, quite collected, then sat down next to her, “Hey, haven’t seen you here before,” he stated, pulling up an act to appear he hung here a lot, that phrase the only words he could barely conjure.
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Post by Zombie Kendall on Apr 24, 2007 19:29:27 GMT -5
Kendall's eyes were kept fixed on the small cup of coccao, her brain immersed in her own thoughts. She hadn't thought about meeting someone here, only to relax and think. She hadn't been all to talkative lately, she had been....changing? Her voice had gotten softer, and her eyes had lost their spunk.
Her eyes, although not as spunky, were clouded with thoughts. She was thinking about many things, but a voice interrupted her thoughts. Her ice blue eyes looked up, to see a boy with a mess of black hair. He wore an attire of originality, black. She sighed as she pushed her other thoughts aside, and focused on trying to be......interactive. Yes, that was the word.
"I haven't seen you here either." She chuckled, taking a sip. "But we all have first times, eh?" She continued, setting her cup back on her lap, her hands still cups ed around it.
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Post by melrose on Apr 25, 2007 9:26:27 GMT -5
It was hard to tell whether things were going well for the first comments; it was not as though Matt would suddenly become an extrovert, breaking out in tight conversations, but his testy trial self hoped to find more to go on from what she spoke. He wallowed better in silence, not that he let that show, his momentary pause waiting upon any topic she interjected further, that’s all, leaving him to be the talkative type. Darn. Why did she have to be quiet? Matteo donned a haughty, plastic grin, meagerly expressing his distaste in being chosen the conversation starter, black hair crossing one eye. “Yeah, whats your name? I’m Matt,” he introduced quite frankly, eye contact made in all friendly, habitual manners, an ironic turnout to his cold exterior.
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Post by Zombie Kendall on Apr 25, 2007 15:55:16 GMT -5
Her eyes glanced at the boy again. Around her age, definitely. Body language wasn't her specialty, that was for sure. She had trusted the wrong people before, and she wasn't going to let it happen. The way his hair was tangled, it meant to her that he was carefree. His eyes, teal as the ocean of the pacific, were piercing, but no where near evil. His attire wasn't all too exciting, another sign of care freeness perhaps? Finally shaking her head, noticing she must've been silent, and staring. "Oh, I'm sorry." She apologized with a slight smile. "My name is Kendall." She said, blinking her eyes a bit to refresh her mind. "Sorry for my silence, so much on the mind." She sighed, taking a another sip. Her eyes wandered around the boy again. "Do you...have pokemon?" She said. Seeing as she had never met this boy, she assumed he was new to the region. But there was no specific way of telling. "I'm assuming you are...a new trainer. Most people just come up to me for a battle." She giggled. It was true. People never just...talked to her, they always wanted something.
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Post by melrose on Apr 25, 2007 16:51:09 GMT -5
Matteo had not noticed her wandering eyes; if it be anything he learned in his fifteen years, it was to search the simple words for a deeper meaning, after all what people spoke registered more common sense than body language. However, the boy was not just glaring down at the floor, yeah, it became pleasant to gaze mindlessly in her direction, the interactive opportunity presenting itself so the teenager could finally talk in aimless reason to someone. Then again, he still worked his prodding literary skills to have an unseen smile come to him- yep, he did enjoy her subconscious content in her investigating his physical attributes, a finger grazed by his tattoo. He mouthed her name’s pronunciation, answering in ease, “Yeah, new trainer,” he said, nodding, “how ‘bout you?” he asked. He would have continued to say ‘how could any one just ask you to battle’, a tempting, stubborn flirt, except Matt knew better than to spring on that stuff being the cool guy he thought he was.
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Post by Zombie Kendall on Apr 25, 2007 17:31:53 GMT -5
Kendall giggled. She had been returning, back from her land of thoughts and questioning. Her eyes were now gazing at the floor, slightly embarrassed to confess who she was. She was never really put in this situation, most people already knew who she was. "I am a pokemon...uh...master..." She said, hesitating with her words. She was now motioning her eyes up, slowly. She hated being put on the spot. Her cheeks started to gain a reddish tone of blush. She set her mug aside, folding her hands.
She had run out of cocoa, damnit.
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Post by melrose on Apr 25, 2007 17:46:17 GMT -5
Matteo had expected a level more along the lines of intermediate since he wanted to appease his and her pride either way, as he really imagined her, too, a beginner at his age, perhaps a tad younger; but a master he was apparently not prepared for. His eyebrows raised, the single awestruck aspect indication, condescending mental hype damaged for he got his ass handed to him there, pressed back by, who again, this fourteen year old girl Kendall? “Wow,” he commented, the word flow clogged in her daunting classification. He attempted making it up there, a light, airy laugh emitted, “Guess theres two reasons to be intimidated then,” Matt spoke, musing about the subject once again. Her?! That changed matters.
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Post by Zombie Kendall on Apr 25, 2007 18:41:50 GMT -5
A smile drew across her face. She sifted, she was getting stiff. Her eyes brightened, happy that she hadn't scared him off. Her smile did not fade, as it usually would. She giggled again. "Sorry to scare you, but I'm not as gentle as you may think." She said, ticking her finger from side to side. She held her hand to her face, pushing her bands aside. Of course she wasn't some goodie goodie girl who had always done the right thing. Did this kid think that of her? Had she changed that drastically? "Hm. Intimidating? That isn't the word really." She sighed. "You have more of a reason to be jealous then intimidated." She smiled.
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Post by melrose on Apr 26, 2007 15:23:58 GMT -5
She was blonde, he wondered how un-innocent she could be with that statement drawn that she was ‘not as gentle as he may think’, his own doubt in her faulted traits pretty slim, having just met Kendall, a nicely greeting trainer like every other. Her giggle even sounded good, the fact she actually did. Ah well, he would never know for sure until he really knew her- that’s a goal to look forward too, an estranged, uncommon grin upon his youthful features. It quickly disappeared once she mentioned envy, though. Pfft. Matteo Parker? No, he was not jealous, a roll of his teal optics given, “Please, you only had more time here that’s all,” he joked, a traceable tone in his voice hinting in his serious side. Yeah, no reason to be inviduous. Not jealous. Maybe a little...
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Post by Zombie Kendall on Apr 28, 2007 11:58:13 GMT -5
Kendall giggled at his comeback. He was right, he had only been here a few days. "Of course, of course." She laughed. She looked to her skirt and stretched it down. A smile stretched across her face. This boy was nice. Nicer than most of the boys in this region. Shadow, Syl, and who knows how many others. "A little defensive are we now?" She laughed again.
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Post by melrose on Apr 28, 2007 12:49:34 GMT -5
"Yeah, I don't know about me but you are master," he said in an oddly, good-natured manner, his tone mocking at her esteemed title, an essence of self-importance hard to miss in the teenager, flicking a few strands from his abstruse eyes. It felt good to finally say something to someone- silence became tiring after a while, the words he spoke so needing a way to filter themselves in the past weeks. He was glad he chose Kendall to talk to, their simple exchange just seemingly lightened him to a more approachable outlook.
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Post by Zombie Kendall on Apr 28, 2007 13:02:13 GMT -5
Her smile faded, but was soon returned by the sound of his voice. It was as if he hadn't talked in a while. His tone held much emotion, as if he had been wanting to talk to someone for a while now.
She pushed her blonde bangs back, so her eyes were visible again. At this point, she had reminded her self of his tattoo. It stretched along his neck, an unusual form. "Nice tattoo" She finally commented. What did she just say? NICE TATTOO?!?! What was wrong with her. Why did she say that? She quickly recoiled, covering her mouth with her slender hands. She couldn't say a word, in fear that something else would come out. Her cheeks started to blush out of embarrassment."S..Sorry!" She got out quickly.
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Post by melrose on Apr 28, 2007 17:43:31 GMT -5
Instinctively on initiative, he felt himself touching the side of his neck where the tattoo stretched, his fingers in memorization tracing the looped, angled outline to his collarbone, barely showing through his collared shirt. The comment caught him off-guard- he wondered if it was sarcasm before he took in her embarrassment, a sign that indeed she thought it true, but happened to accidentally voice her opinion in that. He remained pretty collective, an almost unseen blush tinge momentarily stroking his cheeks, a lopsided grin upon his façade, “No, its okay. Its better than what other people thought of it,” he said, shrugging. Matt withdrew from there, the subject not exactly what he expected in a first time greeting since it seemed a sensitive conjecture, fumbling to regain conversation. “Its fine. I, uhh, got it a year ago to freak my parents out and maybe make people like you uncomfortable,” Matt spoke.
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Post by Zombie Kendall on Apr 28, 2007 18:41:29 GMT -5
Kendall's blush didn't subside, and her hands stayed cupped over her mouth. Better than what most would say? Well, that was understandable. But his reason, so freak people out? That was funny. A giggle escaped. Again, it was untamed, and she covered her mouth again. Why was she blurting out things she meant inside all of a sudden? She then put down her hands, and took a deep breath. "Well thats understandable. Not everyday you see a black twisting tattoo running down someone's neck." She smiled. "But then again, you don't just meet a pokemon master in a cafe." She added with a smile.
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Post by melrose on Apr 28, 2007 18:58:28 GMT -5
From her latest response Matteo was already plotting a smart comeback; it struck his fancying whether it be a pretentious adolescence flirt, or a signature, immature insult due to her whole 'master' proclomation, leaning back in his seat, arms folding across his chest. He could tell through her watchful eye on her actions that there appeared to be something there, after living with it the years he hit a technically good-looking persona in youth, it became a regularity to recognize. Well, maybe he felt the same way. The fact this time he would actually work a situation like this was surprising, eager to accredit his searching, talkative side that expressed any interest in a being. "Yeah, well, it depends what kind of master. Cute, big headed, or cool," he said so aloof in yet all too direct, eyes diverted in a quite confident manner.
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Post by Zombie Kendall on Apr 29, 2007 8:32:55 GMT -5
Kendall was still thinking about what she had said, and obviously Matteo had too. With his eyes, he had already told her he had a comeback. And as he said the words aloud, she laughed. "Seeing as I can't be all of the above..." she paused. "I'd say cute." She giggled. She hesitated in saying her follow up, but said it anyway. "Wouldn't you agree?" She laughed.
She paused to get up and refill her cup, and quickly sat back down in the seat in front of him.
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Post by melrose on Apr 29, 2007 14:00:32 GMT -5
Of course, she chose the option of cute, which enough alone narrated the whole gamey story currently being played, and her further inquiry sealed the flirty theme, unless she said so unintentionally even though that appeared not to be so. Her quick disappearance left an interval he used to think up his answer; hard to get, or swooning puppy love, what to choose? It occurred to be hard to pick his fateful response, seeing as his accustomed sense of reserved escapes drove from any open grounds to his heart, but, what the heck, he felt like going all out to finally earn a cool social life here with a master, too, how convenient. “I would agree,” he gestured his hand in a halfway motion, grinning, “except the masters more than that. Needs to be smart, I don’t think this one is,” he said smartly.
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Post by DR-@@GON on Apr 29, 2007 19:02:47 GMT -5
The doors slid open to the fourteen year old girl, and she did a quick cartwheel inside, because, she, well... felt like it. She walked up to the counter, her pokemon quiet in their pokeballs, and she ordered a latte. As she sipped from it, she noticed the two, conversing with each other. She, however, was drawn to Matteo and his... tattoo. A hand was brought up to her cheek as she felt hers.
"May I join you?" She said, walking up to them. She felt a pit in her stomach, talking to these strangers. But what did it matter.
{{OoC|| Suckish. I rushed.}}
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Post by melrose on Apr 29, 2007 19:49:39 GMT -5
Just then, Matteo had been lingering on any comment Kendall wished to say; ah naïve, hormonal youth, a stage no one could go on without in these years, seeking the very normal comforts of an element they could perpetually not understand. Crushes, anything in that assortment, meant a great deal, a VERY big matter, even to Matt, the-once-thought-to-be emotionless, barely breaking out his quite thick shell. He happened to enjoy these relations now, where conversations filled in empty words presented parts for him to joke, or insult the other, it was much better than saying nothing at all. His eyes were wandering, tracing the girl cartwheeling inside a café since it was pretty amusing, the unusually bright site, the comical, weird situation, and then she came over. Well, first he noticed her tattoo, vague thing, but nonetheless representing the same permanent act, on her face too, pretty daring, he commended her on more than one credit, “Sure,” he said. Two people, he didn’t know if he could handle being the same with an addition, watching his movements closely. She had a tattoo though, it meant he should be his own self to his bodily marking’s honor, “take it you’re also new here?”. Lame, he couldn't talk about something else.
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