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Post by jsyk on Dec 16, 2010 10:50:57 GMT -5
 [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://i52.tinypic.com/2yvs6xh.png,true][atrb=width,420,true][atrb=cellpadding,15,true]  Deciding that school isn't worth the effort today is something Jim happens to be doing a lot more often these days.
Jim's been biking the entire day. This much is a given. The sweat dripping down the side of his face gives that fact enough justice. A little curl of his lip and the boy finds himself turning the bike, Fantasia nothing but a quiet hum behind him, as he sees the little inklings of sand. Jim isn't much of a beach-goer, not much of a social gathering person in general. This beach, though, looks like his kind of thing. There are people a few miles off, he can see the little inky shadow of a man picking up a child, but Jim doesn't find the need to make his way over to where everyone else is. This is his secluded little spot, his haven. For this afternoon, this place is his. A sigh of relief crawls out of Jim's throat as he gets off the bike, letting it tilt, gently, gracefully into the sand. His knees crumble before him after, and he finds himself sitting; wincing a bit at the ache in his muscles and the air his lungs reach for like selfish children. A smile crawls onto Jim's face, and he leans backward, hands supporting him as he tilts his face towards the sun. The warmth is nice, even if it's the Christmas season. It's just one of those days.
And, God, his bones feel like giving up. Jim slumps, lying down in the sand, old jeans stained with it. Brown eyes slide closed before fluttering open once more, the boy staring up at the blue sky for as long as it lets him. Soon enough, though, the effort is too much and he closes his eyes, his forearm lifting to keep his eyeballs from being burnt by the sun. "You're a real card, Jim," he tells himself, half-smiling. "Bloody useless, you are."
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[/color] He doesn't mind that he's talking to himself, either. It is what it is. He spends fifteen minutes lying lazily in the sand when he feels his body going numb and sits up again, wincing when he pulls the wrong muscle in his shoulder, and pain shoots up. There's no other sign of hurt, really, other than the quick grit of Jim's teeth, but he's already shedding his shirt. Jim's nothing athlete-worthy, nothing beautiful. He's average, that's what he is. He's most possibly the most average-looking guy on earth. He tosses the shirt over the seat of his bike, toeing off his sneakers and pulling his socks off, before running towards the shoreline. He runs until he ends up tripping, entire body falling forward in something akin to slow motion, and then Jim is submerged in the water. The saltiness licks at his skin, burns his eyes when he opens them a bit, and causes a newly acquired wound in his side to hiss angrily. 'It's what you get for brawling,'[/color] his mind chastises, but Jim doesn't listen, instead letting himself get into an easy back float. The waves carry him, and he's just floating there, eyes closed, feeling nothing. He doesn't need to feel anything. He just has to be. Jim will be satisfied with that for now.[/justify][/color][/size][/blockquote][/td][/tr] [tr][td][bg=2f4f4f] TAGGED: whoever WORDS: 545 MUSIC: speeding cars - imogen heap
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Post by elli on Dec 16, 2010 12:38:45 GMT -5
She rode her bike down to the beach, and in her basket she had her old fashioned camera, her beach blanket and her backpack. Her one piece bathing suit was under her shirt and skirt, and it was bright yellow with polka dots. She left her balloon vending mobile with her friend who took over for the day, and the sun was begging her to go out and have a nice reading session at the beach.
When she got there she placed her bike up against a tree and locked it, taking her things over to a small area where there was no one around and got her things in order. The sun was shining, the sand was nice and warm under her toes as she took off her shoes, and there was a nice breeze that was making her skirt sway with it. Her hair was up in a messy bun, since she wanted to have it away from her eyes and have her make up lightly. Her toes were digging into the sand, making her sigh in happiness and a smile was evident on her face.
She saw someone in the ocean already, but he looked too much into his own world. Ellie then looked to her left, seeing about five feet away and saw some clothes already on the sand in a heap. They must of belonged to the boy, so she didn't mind it and started taking out her old fashioned camera. She took pictures of the ocean and of the landscape. Her parents would like to see what she was seeing now, like to jump into the ocean with her and just forget the world. She might go into the ocean and swim around, seeing the cool water around her. Perhapes she would go and see the boy out there as well and start a conversation. Then again it was too nice of a day to talk to him, since he seemed so intent out there alone on the beach. |
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Post by jsyk on Dec 17, 2010 5:52:02 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://i52.tinypic.com/2yvs6xh.png,true][atrb=width,420,true][atrb=cellpadding,15,true] Jim is content. Happy. His breaths come out evenly as he lies there, spread-eagle. The waters move in some kind of brilliant rhythm, brushing across Jim's skin as he sighs. He knows it's probably strange of him to have gone in despite the jeans. It'll be heavy once he gets out of the water, and he'll end up having a scolding from his mother for ruining the fabric. Jim doesn't find the need to think about that, though. Instead, he feels himself floating - and part of him imagines flying like this, in the air, with nothing holding him down. A smile crosses his features at the mere thought of this. Flying has always been his dream.
It's when the sun pricks beneath his eyelids that Jim stirs, because it's been cloudy up 'til now. He moves a bit, body sinking underneath for a quick moment before his head is peeking out; and Jim shakes his head from side to side, getting some water out of his ear while he's at it. He presses his lips together, brown eyes squinting a bit as he makes out the bike on the sand. Alas, Jim finds something else, first, and it's a girl. Her red hair reflects off of the sun. He's surprised. He's never seen hair that red before.
Jim finds himself getting into an easy freestyle as he makes his way back towards the shore, stopping once his back isn't covered in water anymore. His feet take him the rest of the way, his toes digging into the cool sand. A little shudder runs across Jim's spine at the feel of it, but there's nothing weird about it. It's just a sensation he has to get used to. His lips curve downward into a bit of a frown as he feels his jeans hanging a little lower on his hips than they were earlier. The water has made them heavy. Maybe Jim really should have brought swimming trunks with him. Thinking over it, Jim hadn't really thought about coming here to begin with. He'd just biked to get away, and away he'd gotten.
Then he remembers he isn't alone.
Jim is bending over to pick up his shirt when he catches a glimpse of the girl with the red hair. For some reason, he imagines her name to be something like Melissa. But, to him, she'll just be the girl with the red hair. He unfolds the shirt and slips it over his head, brown eyes looking down at his feet for a moment before he looks back at her. She's taking pictures, with a camera, and for some reason Jim cannot comprehend, he walks.
Feet dig into the sand as he walks, and he breathes. Inhales, exhales. Hues of soft brown find themselves looking at the girl, and Jim braces himself.
He doesn't feel like ruining the mood by talking.
So he doesn't.
Instead, he steps into the line of her camera lens, stepping right into the scene of what she was just about to capture. If she's pressed the trigger, then Jim will be in that camera. Jim might be in a photo album. Jim might live forever in the books of the girl with the red hair, and she won't even know who he is.
Jim likes to think she'll remember him as the boy with the soggy jeans.
He lifts a hand, waving. Jim says nothing. Only moves.
He doesn't feel like this girl deserves his words.
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Post by elli on Dec 17, 2010 13:29:36 GMT -5
Elli loved taking pictures. It made her think of being a professional, aiming at the right angle and then getting the right light in the shot. BUt she was better off selling her balloons, which was in fact her specialty. Everytime she was with her balloons, whether it was blowing them up, buying them at the local vendor where she gets them, or even selling them to a new child who's eager and pleased, she felt like she could really be filled with helium and just, fly away.
Just to be a balloon floating off into the sky, slowly rising little by little and seeing all that was around her. Her view would be extraordinary: the small houses and buildings, the trees looking like polka dots, and the people like ants. Farther up she will rise, and she'll end up in out space.
Ellie was jut too occupied to notice the boy walking towards her, or even him putting his clothes back on, but she did see him going into her line of camera shot. Should be move away and ask him what he was doing? No, that wasn't in her nature, she was too nice and caring to do such a thing. So instead, when he waved at her like he was ready for her to take the picture, she took the picture and smiled sweetly at the boy.
"That's a good look." She replied aloud, her red hair flowing in the wind and then bringing the camera down away from her face. He was directly in front of the sun, looking down at her. It made her think he was some kind of savior about to save, since all she saw only darkness and nothing of his face or eyes.
"Is the water cold? I want to go in but I'm not sure if I want to." She asked him with curiosity, her head tilted to the side as she waited for his answer. She was never one to started a actually typical conversation anyways, more asking a rhetorical or unusual question. She was filled with questions, also curious about the little things in life and how they word.
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Post by jsyk on Dec 17, 2010 20:29:25 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://i52.tinypic.com/2yvs6xh.png,true][atrb=width,420,true][atrb=cellpadding,15,true] When the picture is taken, Jim can't help the little smile that tugs at his lips. This girl is sweet, he's sure of it, and the smile on her face is as much an indication of that as anything. He runs his fingers through his hair, feeling the droplets crawl down the back of his neck, and gives a little bow. He wonders to himself if she'll keep the picture, but Jim knows that it's probably impossible. He's just another stranger, after all, and he isn't even really handsome at all. Jim likes to think he looks Chinese sometimes.
"A good look?" Jim repeats, and his voice sounds a little gravelly from under-use. If he didn't know any better, it would sound as if he were trying to talk like an evil villain. He clears his throat, and for once, wishes his voice hadn't gone through puberty at all. Then again, considering it, he'd probably be cracking all his words right now. That would have made for a terrible first impression, and Jim feels as if this girl doesn't deserve to witness Jim's painful mistakes. He steps forward, then, out of the sunlight, and he takes a good look at her. Red hair and light brown eyes, and a smile that warms the heart. Jim is stunned. She's beautiful, like his mother. He wants to say so, but it might seem strange, and Jim thinks that she might think of him as a weird flirt. That would be horrendous. "I suppose so. You're the camera expert."
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[/color] His voice sounds a little better, now. It sounds a little smoother. Jim sounds raw. The question makes him blink, and Jim shakes his head. "The water's warm,"[/color] he answers, his hands slipping into his pockets. He thinks better of it, though, when the scratchy fabric of his jeans press into his skin. His hands are out again, and then he dips his head. Jim doesn't think he deserves to be in her line of sight. God, he feels like an idiot. "It's the perfect temperature for swimming, I think."[/color] He shrugs his shoulders, brown optics looking up just briefly through his lashes. "Unless, of course, you like it cold."[/color] Could he get any stupider?[/justify][/color][/size][/blockquote][/td][/tr] [tr][td][bg=2f4f4f] TAGGED: ellie WORDS: 371 MUSIC: little wonders - rob thomas
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Post by elli on Dec 17, 2010 21:19:55 GMT -5
He finall moved out of the sun, and Ellie could see his face. His hair reminded her of dark chocolate, and different shades were evident from the sun. His eyes were small hut they were bright with curiosity and wonder. The way he stood, he was between being uncomfortable and scared at the same. Ht he seem harmless to her as he answered her question about the water
"Interesting. I might go in. I've been wanting to go these waters for awhile since I moved here, but my balloon vending business has kept me away."she explained to him. It was true, her balloons were a hit nowadays. Especially with kids, who think her balloons came from another deminsion. And that was what she was going for when it came to the buyers of Fantasia city. They wanted the unusual, the extraordinary, and the ou of this world. Ellie was just fine with a nice original balloon and nothing more or less.
"what bringa you out here, if I may ask?" she asked him with her head tilted to the side. As she waited for his answer, she placed her camera back in the bag and felt a nice breeze go through. She looked back up at him and saw how handsome he looked in front or her. It was a odd thing to think about, since she just met him and they don't know each others name. So shre wanted to be nice and polite to him.
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Post by jsyk on Dec 17, 2010 22:51:13 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://i52.tinypic.com/2yvs6xh.png,true][atrb=width,420,true][atrb=cellpadding,15,true] Jim blinks at the mention of balloons, tilting his head to the side just a little in response. She sells balloons? And now, Jim's imagination flutters, and he sees her with a stand, smiling brightly as children line up with smiles on their faces. He imagines her untying a balloon. He imagines her giving it away, imagines how her voice would sound, speaking as if the child was the most beautiful human in the world. Jim's lips curve upward a little, but other than that, there are no indications of the strange workings of his mind. "Balloon vending sounds a lot more fun than what I do," he says, in a brilliantly foolish attempt at small-talk. What is he doing? "I mean, I'd take that over designing rockets any day."
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[/color] And then there's this brief little chuckle that slips past his lips. Jim knows that he's probably the most inadept human being ever. Isn't there some kind of natural instinct for sociability? 'Well, clearly, you weren't given the ability to be social,'[/color] his mind whispers, and Jim tries not to wince at that. 'Other than when you're being chased by the police, right?'[/color] Jim would have told himself to shut up if he were by himself, but there's still the girl before him. Lips press together for a brief moment, and he looks up at her when she asks him a question. Jim looks a little confused for a brief moment, his mind trying to process what she asked, and then his mouth forms a brief 'o' shape. "I don't know,"[/color] he answers, honestly. Jim feels as if burdening this girl with lies could be the biggest mistake of his life. She's got beauty. Jim knows that he can't lie to her, the same way he can't lie to his mother. There are just the people who are too magnificent to ever associate evil with, and this girl is one of them. A little smile lifts onto his face, and he shrugs his shoulders, before cocking his head towards the direction of his bike. "I just felt like biking, and my legs took me here."[/color] He looks up, then, finally meeting her gaze properly; a hand lifting to rub at the back of his neck. Jim finds it lovely that he doesn't know her name yet. It makes the event seem far more magical.[/justify][/color][/size][/blockquote][/td][/tr] [tr][td][bg=2f4f4f] TAGGED: ellie WORDS: idk MUSIC: n/a
NOTES: yeah, my posts are failing. I'M SORRY. </3 [/size][/center][/td][/tr][/table] [/center] |
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Post by elli on Dec 18, 2010 3:19:42 GMT -5
"It is fun actually, I learned from my grandfather back at my old home." She explained to him, "He used to do the same thing too, but he had to retire." She felt like she was rambling, and that was the last thing she wanted to do in front of a boy like him. She hated that fact she would ramble when either she wanted to impress someone, of when she was nervous. Why was she either open of those emotions? Ellie was usually calm in front of others, but this one was making her nervous and making her want to impress.
"You design rockets?" She asked in a curious tone, standing up completely now and seeing she was a bit shorter than the boy. Her toes were digging into the sand and she smiled on the inside, loving the feeling of the sand under her feet and against her skin. It reminded her briefly of being a child again and going on beach outings with her family. But she snapped back to reality.
"That sounds interesting, and very complex. If you don't mind me asking, what brought that about, designing rockets I mean?" She asked him aloud with wonder as she then heard him say he brought his own bike out to the beach.
"I brought my bike too, it's the little blue cruise one over there, with the basket in the front." She said to him, pointing at her bike and smiled, looking back at him. Ellie felt instantly silly, she knew better than to talk to someone whom she had no idea who his name was. She gently held out her hand for him to shake.
"I'm Ellisa, but people call me Ellie." She said to him, waiting for him to shake her hand back in return. He must think of her as odd for not saying her name at first, very odd indeed.
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Post by jsyk on Dec 19, 2010 8:13:05 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://i52.tinypic.com/2yvs6xh.png,true][atrb=width,420,true][atrb=cellpadding,15,true] A family business? The girl with the red hair is in a family business, or something like that. Jim finds that brilliant. Continuing the heritage sounds like something she'd do - but, thinking about it, he's only known her for a few minutes or so. Who is he to judge? All he knows is that she's got beauty. To Jim, that's all there is to it. He doesn't have to know anything else. If you've got beauty, then you've got everything else cut out for you. Jim had guessed from the beginning that she had a large heart, and so far, he hasn't been proven wrong. It's a lovely thing, to know that there are still people like her in the world. Jim understands that corruption has become something of the present, and something of the unavoidable future. It's a relief to see one of the few pure souls, right before him. Jim thinks it might be a sign. Maybe there's hope for him, too. "I'm sure he'll be proud of you for doing the same thing he's doing," Jim remarks, a soft smile lifting onto his face, and he does mean it. He can swear that the heavens must be smiling down on this girl. How he wishes he was the same.
When she asks him about rockets, Jim blinks, his hands lifting momentarily before stopping mid-air. He isn't going to go into a wayward attempt to explain rockets with flailing arms. That isn't mature at all. Instead, he answers simply. "I wanted to fly ever since I was little," Jim says, nodding. He talks about it like it's the answer to the world. "And, well, I thought that I wouldn't be the only one with the same dream."
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[/color] A little smile lifts onto his face: simple, real. Brown eyes soften with mild adoration, and he nearly places a hand over his heart. However, his hands find their way into his pockets again; and the fabric scratches against the skin of his knuckles. It's a lovely pain. When the girl tells him that her bike is here as well, Jim looks momentarily surprised. It's just a coincidence, he's sure, but imagining her biking the same distance he did is a possibility he hadn't considered. Jim smiles a bit, seeing how she's far more excited, far more bubbly. Jim just feels some kind of lovely ache in his bones after all that. "Mine is the plain ol' sap of black in a dumb heap on the sand,"[/color] he says, dipping his hand. Jim looks a little shy. "But you probably already knew that."[/color] Here they are exchanging stories about bikes, and Jim has yet to know her name. It's when the girl holds out her hand that his eyes narrow to look at it, and then she says her name. 'Ellie,'[/color] his mind whispers, for a brief moment, and then Jim sees it. Ellie is the perfect name for this girl. Why did he ever think of Melissa? "I'm Jim,"[/color] he says, taking her hand and giving it a firm shake. "It's nice to meet you, Ellie."[/color] And saying her name makes him smile.[/justify][/color][/size][/blockquote][/td][/tr] [tr][td][bg=2f4f4f] TAGGED: ellie WORDS: 525 MUSIC: n/a
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Post by elli on Dec 19, 2010 12:31:54 GMT -5
Ellie blushed when he said her grandfather would be proud. She hoped he would, since she was his only grandchild and he loved her so. He was never a proud man, and he would never ever admit it, but he did tell her once he was very proud when he saw his balloon vending machine, polished and re-painted, good as new and ready for business.
The boy then described how he wanted to fly, it made her smile. He sounded like he loved to fly, and it started her to genuinely think on how she wanted to fly as well. It might not of been in the same fashion as his, since he looked like he was a person who liked t go fast and zip through. She was more along the lines of floating as a slow moving pace. She wanted to drink in all that was around her, seeing all of the sights and hear all of the sounds. According to her grandfather, that made her a wanderer.
He then talked about his bike, pointing over to it and she followed his hand, seeing the bike on the sand and she smiled, looking back at the boy, "Well, it doesn't just look like plain ol' sap of black in a dumb heap, "She started in a smile, "That looks easily fixable. I can fix it if you want, I'm very handy when it comes to fixing things. I actually fixed up my bike in a jiffy." She then felt a little embarrassed to say that she could fix things, since she was supposed to be a lady and leave all of the handy work to the gentlemen. She blushing, placing her hands behind her back and felt a little silly saying she could fix his bike. They just met, and to fix his bike without even knowing his name would seem a bit odd.
He then said his name was Jim, and she smiled slightly thinking of that name in her head. It seemed like the perfect name for the shy but handsome kind boy who stood before her. She shook his firm hand and kept her eyes on him, feeling the breeze of the beach coming through and her skirt going against her pale knees and the sand dancing around her toes.
"Real pleasure to meet you Jim. So, what brings you out here to the beach, all by yourself?" She asked in a curious tone, tilting her head to the side as she was waiting for his answer and her red hair blowing in the wind, some of it in front of her eyes. She didn't mind it, she was used to her hair getting in the way.
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Post by jsyk on Dec 20, 2010 1:33:45 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://i52.tinypic.com/2yvs6xh.png,true][atrb=width,420,true][atrb=cellpadding,15,true] Jiffy.
Jim quite likes that word.
A smile lifts onto his face when she tells him of her capacities, and he dips his head a bit. "I can fix it myself," he says, laughing a bit, a hand lifting to rub the back of his neck. "I just never really find the time to, so it's still pretty awful right now."
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[/color] Awful is an understatement, to be truthful, because the bike squeaks and his tire is a little wobbly. Nonetheless, Jim manages, and he has yet to fall off of it in the middle of a speeding intersection. When he finally does get into an accident, his mother will force him to fix it. It's always that way, when it comes to Jim's little vehicles. His skateboard was three-wheeled (modified by Jim, of course), he rode a unicycle once, and his car.. well, his car is dented in weird places, but it's confiscated for as long as Jim doesn't have enough money to keep it. Perhaps, then, the car isn't counted. Jim will just hope it isn't for the time being. When Ellie asks him about the beach, he looks to the side for a moment. He has no idea what to say. He's already said that there isn't a specific reason, so what else is there to answer? Instead, Jim looks at her, and he bows a bit, brown eyes holding a soft look of admiration for the girl who had beauty. "I came to fulfill my destiny of meeting you,"[/color] he says, with no hesitation, no pausing. Jim has this belief that things happen for a reason, and not because some person wills them about like they're the tiniest things. His father died of liver failure for a reason. His mother is stressed for a reason. Everything happens because there's a set plan - and although Jim's plan involves fines and probation and screaming and difficulty, he'll just keep going until he can't go anymore. "Or is that too cheesy?"[/color] he continues, smiling a bit, attempting to joke. He knows he shouldn't waste small-talk on Ellie, or something like that, but it's like a bad habit. His shirt sticks to his skin, and his pants are drooping. Jim's hair is dripping, too - and he figures that he probably looks like some kind of sad attempt at looking like a bad boy. He can manage. He supposes.[/justify][/color][/size][/blockquote][/td][/tr] [tr][td][bg=2f4f4f] TAGGED: ellie WORDS: 399 MUSIC: n/a
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Post by elli on Dec 20, 2010 1:48:07 GMT -5
"Oh come now, it doesn't look that bad to me." She said to him with a eyebrow raised, her smile still on her face. Some people would have the notion that anything they had in possession was horrible and not worth a dime. That made her mad, but with this fellow, she could make a exception.
Ellie was looking at him while he was talking, since his shirt was stuck to his chest and his jeans were riding low. It was like he was trying to reveal himself, almost in a way. Ellie couldn't help but like it, seeing how she could see a little bit of his skin but she shook the notion out of her head, thinking it was rude to stare. However, how could she not stare at what was before her, shear handsomeness.
She was taken back from his explanation, how he wanted to complete his destiny by just meeting her. It was a pick up line....was it? Ellie had no idea since she had no experience in the art of flirtation or pick up lines. She was quite horrible, keeping to herself and not wanting to look like a complete idiot. But the way he said it, it was so confident and so serious, he seemed like he truly meant it. Did he?
"it's quite alright. I actually was never given a pick up line. Sad isn't it?"She asked, rubbing her arm in embarrassment. It was true, no boy would want to pick up on a odd ball of a girl like her. So she rubbed it off from time to time, not letting it sink under her skin.
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Post by jsyk on Dec 20, 2010 6:30:59 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://i52.tinypic.com/2yvs6xh.png,true][atrb=width,420,true][atrb=cellpadding,15,true] "Oh, it doesn't look bad," Jim admits, nodding his head, before taking her wrist and gently leading her towards his bike. There's something comforting about the feel of another human being's skin against his own, and when the both of them reach the scrambled heap of his bike, he lets go. Her wrist slips from in-between his fingers, and part of Jim wishes he was a kid again. Kids always held hands, always smiled. They were always happy, too - and Jim would give anything for that. Nonetheless, he bends over to pick the bike up; letting it stand. "Check out the wheel. It's wobbly as hell."
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[/color] A little smile of fondness appears on his face, and if it's strange to be fond of a bike, Jim wouldn't know. As he says about a lot of things: it is what it is. He's had the bike for a while, anyway, so he doesn't see the need to find a love for it to be something strange. When she tells him that no-one's ever told her a pick-up line, he blinks, leaning against his bike for a split-second before it gives way under him and he falls onto it. Pain shoots up his arm and a little wince, generally unhearable, slips from in-between his lips. Jim had forgotten to get the stand out. Now he's hurting, again - and not just his legs, but his side. He gets to his feet, however, before Ellie can say anything. It wouldn't do to look vulnerable and stupid. He's already achieved the latter, so the former shouldn't even be thought of. Jim's breath hitches for the slightest moment, and he looks at her, brown eyes focusing. "It's not that sad,"[/color] he reassures, smiling softly. He runs his fingers through his hair, tugging his shirt down a bit when it rides up his stomach. His jeans are heavy and a little loose. Maybe if he jumps high enough she'll see his boxers. That would just be embarrassing in so many different ways. "Most of the time, pick-up lines are stupid."[/color] A little chuckle slips past his lips, and Jim shakes his head from side to side. "I mean, they're called pick-up lines, but most of the time, they hardly succeed in letting you 'pick-up' the girl."[/color] He blushes a bit, this time, and smiles inwardly. "Or the boy."[/color] It's embarrassing to say that Jim's rejected a number of girls in his lifetime. There's just something about relationships that he can't find time for. What with being on probation, working two jobs, and going to college, a relationship just isn't in the works. He sighs softly. "And, besides, that wasn't a pick-up line."[/color] Jim looks up, then, brown hues looking through his lashes - and he searches for Ellie's gaze, meaning to hold it. To keep. "It was the truth."[/color][/justify][/color][/size][/blockquote][/td][/tr] [tr][td][bg=2f4f4f] TAGGED: ellie WORDS: idk MUSIC: on my way - phil collins
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Post by elli on Dec 20, 2010 12:56:21 GMT -5
Ellie felt him grab her wrist and pull her over to his bike. Jim reminded her of a young child, wanting to show a parent what he just discovered for the first time. It was very pure and cute for him to do something like that, and she smiled as he described his bike to her.
Oh, I see! That looks good to me, that wheel can be tightened and good as new! She said as she looked at the machine and smiled. Some machines that she has seen in the past, whether it was at home or in the city, they seemed so simple and yet so complex. She loved seeing new things, it made her think the world was expanding and the human race was going towards something big.
That is true. I did see one boy try a pick up line on a girl, he was smack across the face so hard I think the color left his face permanently. Ellie explained to him in a small smile, thinking about that incident. Some boys try too hard to please a girl with pick up lines and their ways of talking, it was funny to watch, and entertaining.
When it had it was truth to meet her, a part of his destiny, she smile and felt blush coming on her cheeks. He was very forward, which was something she then did not mind at all. Some boys were afraid of girl like her, thinking they would be idiots. But Jim, he knew what he was going to say and how he was going to say it.
Well then, it must of been destiny in my case to have met you too, Jim. She replied back to him and smiled, feeling some warmth going through her and it felt rather nice. Sure she was on a beach, with a boy in soaking wet clothes, and some would call this coicidence. But he must of been right, it must of been destiny.
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Post by jsyk on Dec 21, 2010 1:57:52 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://i52.tinypic.com/2yvs6xh.png,true][atrb=width,420,true][atrb=cellpadding,15,true] Jim smiles a little at the words she uses, and how happy and cheerful she sounds. He's jealous, the be honest, of this girl. She can remain happy, and free, and everything Jim wishes he was but isn't. He nods his head, agreeing with her, and looks at her with the smile reaching his eyes. There're small crinkles around his eyes, yes, but Jim really does feel some kind of inward joy. He can't explain it, really, but perhaps the saying is true - happiness is contagious. Laughter crawls up his throat, but he stops it halfway. It would seem strange if he decided to laugh out of nowhere. Definitely. Jim believes he sounds strange already, and he definitely doesn't want to scare Ellie off.
"I'll take your word for it," Jim says, smiling, moving so he's sitting on the sand; lightly running his fingers through wet locks. "This little hunk of metal would like to look 'good as new' as soon as possible."
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[/color] And he lightly taps a metal area of the bike with the balls of his palm, a little laugh slipping past his lips. His poor bike is so abused, so tired of working for the delinquent boy named Jim. Jim would apologize to it if it had a soul - but alas, this is not a fairytale (and the irony of that will never leave him). Instead, he hopes that when he greases it, the bike will croon. And, God, is Jim crazy for even wanting to talk to a bicycle? When Ellie speaks again, Jim looks up from his bike and at her, seeing her from a different angle. He feels like a bit of a child, looking up at a stranger, but he knows her name and he knows she won't be here to steal his candy. "See? It doesn't sound like a pick-up line at all,"[/color] Jim says, when Ellie tells him that she believes this encounter is destiny as well. Brown eyes twinkle in obvious delight, and Jim has a bit of an inside grin, his gaze looking downward at his lap. "You didn't slap me in the face and I didn't reject you."[/color] He looks up once more, looking a little innocent, a little too young to be in college. A little smile lifts onto his face, small and hardly noticeable, but still there. He feels unworthy sitting here, in front of her, dripping wet on the sand. Jim feels like an unworthy rascal, standing in front of a princess with heart. "It's just.. truth."[/color] And Jim loves the simplicity of it.[/justify][/color][/size][/blockquote][/td][/tr] [tr][td][bg=2f4f4f] TAGGED: ellie WORDS: 431 MUSIC: n/a
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