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Post by Darien Edwards on Jul 3, 2006 16:40:14 GMT -5
He grinned at her and said,"I guess. I love to swim and exercise, I'm just not a sports person. In fact, I hate them. But that's another story." He grinned at her and splashed her a little. Payback.
((Ack. Those will happen. A lot. xD Aaaah! Wrong account! Oh well.))
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Post by trixy on Jul 3, 2006 17:42:17 GMT -5
Beatrix shrugged, "I don't mind sports. I do like that muggle foot-ball, the one where you kick the ball around and I like Quidditch" She said. She'd play sports but it didn't mean she's like them. She didn't mind them. "So where are you going next?" she asked him, changing the subject. She stood up and walked over to Duchess. She stuck out her hand to let Duchess sniff it, then she started petting the dog.
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Post by Matthew Jerrolds on Jul 4, 2006 0:55:06 GMT -5
He smiled and said,"I used to like the muggle sport hockey. I never got to see any Quidditch, and I never really wanted to..." He trailed off, not wanting to bring up too much of his past. Those were things he kept buried for a reason. Those were the reasons he went to the bar at night, and those were the reasons he drank while on the job. Those were the reasons that brought that Corona bottle back time and time again. "Um, I'm not sure. I might grab a bite to eat, do a bit of exploring, spend some time with Duchess, then I'm going to head on over to my job." Duchess sniffed at her hand warily before settling down and letting her pet her, her tail wagging slightly.
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Post by trixy on Jul 4, 2006 13:17:43 GMT -5
"Oh, a job? What do you do?" she asked. 'Something to do with drinking, probably' she thought. She continued petting Duchess as she looked up at Matthew waiting for a reply. He was very....mysterious. He'd say something and then trail off, never explaining further. Strange boy but he was nice. Beatrix wasn't too crazy about the drinking he was doing because she wasn't a drinker herself but heck, it was his life. If he wanted to ruin it, go ahead. She had no control over his doings.
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Post by Matthew Jerrolds on Jul 4, 2006 14:31:55 GMT -5
He shrugged and said,"I work for a friend at his club. I serve and mix drinks at the bar and wait on tables. I help him clean up afterwards. That's all." He knew she didn't approve of his drinking, but he really didn't care. It was his life, his choice, and he wasn't turning back now. It worked very well, and it kept him sane. Otherwise, he would probably already have broken down...
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Post by trixy on Jul 5, 2006 14:15:05 GMT -5
She nodded. "So...erm...now what?". She didn't quite know what to say. She wanted to go do something but she wasn't quite sure what she wanted to do. She stood up and walked over to her chair and put her little dress back on. She then walked over to a mirror and started doing some braids to the side. She always braided her hair when it was wet. A habbit. Quite a weird one really.
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Post by Matthew Jerrolds on Jul 5, 2006 14:44:02 GMT -5
He watched as she put on her dress and began to braid her hair. "I don't know. You tell me." He flipped back over, laying on his back again. It was more comfortable this way.
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Post by trixy on Jul 6, 2006 12:16:06 GMT -5
"Dunno..." she muttered as she finished braiding her hair. She looked at herself in the mirror. She checked her make-up, adding alittle conceiler to the spots that needed it. Yes, she was crazy about make-up but it wasn't like she wore 50 pounds of it on her face. She wore...enough. As much make-up as she felt like wearing.
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Post by Matthew Jerrolds on Jul 6, 2006 12:34:58 GMT -5
He laughed quietly and said,"Well, we could find some other fascinating conversation to take up, we could leave, or we could stand here with this awkward silence." Ah, always being the sarcastic one. Of course. That was his job.
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Post by trixy on Jul 7, 2006 19:37:07 GMT -5
"Tough decisions" she replied with the same sarcasm. "How about we go to the court yard? For a healthy walk" she added, emphasizing the 'healthy'. She gave him a sweetly evil smile. "I'd just need to take a quick shower and then change into something....normal. What do you say?" she asked, giving him a wink.
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Post by Matthew Jerrolds on Jul 8, 2006 22:18:33 GMT -5
He laughed and said,"Sounds good to me. I'll meet you there. Sound good?" He swam to the side of the pool, grabbing the side and pulling himself out of the water. He walked over to his chair and grabbed his towel, drying off his face and his hair. He then grabbed his wand and dried his clothes and body off, drying his hair too. He then turned to her, waiting. Duchess was on her feet now.
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