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Dec 3, 2005 18:10:24 GMT -5
Post by +Layla+ ||Jake|| on Dec 3, 2005 18:10:24 GMT -5
Layla skipped along the path that lead to the spot she had seen earlier. Violet Vale... what a romantic name. She pulled on her wicker basket, smiling and enjoying the sun on her face. Looking around, she found the perfect spot. Pulling out a sheet to sit on, she dropped her basket and sat down.
+What a lovely day!+
Layla announced happily, opening her basket and taking out all the food she had stored inside. She loved this spot; but she couldn't help feeling it would be nicer if someone else was here.
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Dec 3, 2005 18:22:00 GMT -5
Post by *Aiden*Skyla* on Dec 3, 2005 18:22:00 GMT -5
Aiden trudged along the outer rim of the grassy knoll. Purple flowers burned his eyes with their cheer and he glared back at them. What a lovely day! the slender, melodic strands of a chipper young girl's voice filtered to his ears and he lifted his head. There she sat in the midst of dancing purple flowers with a basket, and lunch. How stereotypical, he thought with a grim smile, "It is." he agreed from his few feet away, studying her momentarily before glancing up at he azure blue sky above.
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Dec 3, 2005 18:29:30 GMT -5
Post by +Layla+ ||Jake|| on Dec 3, 2005 18:29:30 GMT -5
Layla turned around suddenly, startled by the person. His voice sounded so deep against her own and the birds, like a drum after you've been playing the piano. He didn't seem very cheerful, as if he didn't appreciate beauty. 'Cause Violet Vale was beautiful, with the dancing flowers and sunshine and blue sky and threads of green grass. Layla stood up, but remained where she was, and spoke, slightly defiantly at this person who didn't seem to think the gorgeous day was worth enjoying.
+Yes, it is. Don't you enjoy lovely days such as this?+
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Dec 3, 2005 19:14:47 GMT -5
Post by *Aiden*Skyla* on Dec 3, 2005 19:14:47 GMT -5
"Of course I do." he smiled, "But the violets are obnoxiously bright and cheery for one who just came from inside a gloomy, dark mansion." he tipped his head and gave her a devilish grin. His hands appeared from inside his pockets and he strode a few steps closer. She reminded him of some sort of elf. As odd as the thought was; with her blonde hair and fairly pale skin. Her words were soft and melodic; quite the contrast with his own deep and slightly rhaspy replies.
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Dec 3, 2005 20:20:27 GMT -5
Post by +Layla+ ||Jake|| on Dec 3, 2005 20:20:27 GMT -5
Layla smiled. Well, wasn't he the changer? She put her hand on her hip and raised an eyebrow. But at least he wasn't as hostile as she had first thought. So he did like the day. Just not the violets. Typical, Layla thought, of men.
+But surely it would be a blessing for your eyes to be out of that old mansion and to see such a glorious sight? Or are you doomed to only seeing the bad side of pretty flowers?+
She asked with a grin. He didn't seem that bad. When he wasn't being desperately pessimistic. But if he doesn't like flowers, thats fine, Layla told herself. But she needed company, and getting to know some people better would be incredibly relieving. The only other person she knew apart from her cousin was her roomate, Eloisa. And even then Layla had hardly let the poor girl get a word in edgewise.
+Anyway, this is a big lunch. Do you want to help me eat it or are you going to retire to your boring old mansion?+
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Dec 3, 2005 20:39:18 GMT -5
Post by *Aiden*Skyla* on Dec 3, 2005 20:39:18 GMT -5
He grinned as she replied his friendly conversation; at first he'd wondered if he'd be doomed to spend his time here alone and terribly secluded from everyone else. Aiden supposed if he put on a chipper mask - he'd be well off enough, "I suppose I could be persuaded to see the lighter side of such brash weeds." Truly, though, he'd never much liked flowers at all. They'd forever remind him of those who were lost, and the terrifying past he re-lived in nightmarish flashes. He shrugged off the thought and shook his head lightly, "I'm sure you don't want a pig like me eating up your... splendidly prepared meal." he struggled to think of a word other than 'stereotypically female' to describe the feast set before her. Once again, he shook his head, tendrils of his soft hair tickling the edges of his face, "I'm staying out of there, for now." he nodded towards the looming building.
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Post by +Layla+ ||Jake|| on Dec 4, 2005 0:39:23 GMT -5
Layla rolled her eyes at him, shaking her head despairingly. But she decided not to bring up the subject of 'weeds' again. She didn't want any more abuse directed at the pretty little things. Instead she shot a glance towards the old building. It was a lovely house, so old and elegant. But it was sort of depressing, with its dark halls and such. But she did love that chandelier in the entrance hall.
+I don't mind. I'd hope somone would appreciate my food, because I don't. But its hard to appreciate your own food. It tastes much nicer when someone else makes it+
Layla sighed
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Dec 4, 2005 11:32:06 GMT -5
Post by *Aiden*Skyla* on Dec 4, 2005 11:32:06 GMT -5
"You made this yourself?" he questioned, a brow perking as he covered the distance between them. He peered at the meal near his feet, obviously impressed, "I'll be honest-" he sent her a lop-sided smile, "The extent of my culinary skills includes making Kraft-Dinner."
[ooc-crappyiknowsorry >_<]
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Dec 4, 2005 22:42:22 GMT -5
Post by +Layla+ ||Jake|| on Dec 4, 2005 22:42:22 GMT -5
Layla nodded. So this person liked the look of the food? Well, he could eat it, she'd lost her appetite in that old mansion. Somehow watching a spider devour a fly in the corner of her bedroom didn't exaclt promote hunger. She smiled at the guy's comment, replying:
+I started with toast, and made my way up from there. Even now I manage to burn it. I've never been good with toast. Anyway, what's your name? Forgotten completely about that in our little chat so far+
(OOC: No matter. 'Tis tiring to post anyway. Yours isn't as bad as ones I've seen, trust me. I posted beautifully, a whole 8 paragraph (32 lines) deal. And then the person replies like this: "She nods and laughs")
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Dec 4, 2005 22:56:22 GMT -5
Post by *Aiden*Skyla* on Dec 4, 2005 22:56:22 GMT -5
(ooc- oh are you serious? ack that's annoying!! ) Aiden tipped his head and smiled, "They call me Aiden." he tugged a hand free and offered it to her for a shake. He liked her sense of humor- it agreed with his own, and he could see that; for more than one reason, they'd probably become friends. The way he figured it- trapped in a mansion with howevermany other teens there would be; you'd either have an enemy or a friend. No such thing as a mere aquaintance when proximity was as close as this. Aiden had elected to stay out of everyone's way- of course unless such a stunning elf-type-girl wanted to be friends; he couldn't complain, or turn her 'offer' down, now could he? In the past he'd had many a friend- most of them good people with much in common with him. Then things had gotten sticky, complecated. Emotions had run high, and Aiden had lashed out at those who he thought he loved, or had thought loved him. Things had never quite been the same. Guilt did that to you.
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Dec 4, 2005 23:07:50 GMT -5
Post by +Layla+ ||Jake|| on Dec 4, 2005 23:07:50 GMT -5
Layla smiled again. Aiden. Okay, she could live with that. At least he wasn't called Alonzo or something. Not that names mattered. Well, they did, but... Oh, forget it.
Layla wouldn't mind being friends with someone. Eloisa didn't really seem to like her after her talking outburst when they'd first met. Ah hem, yeah. She had friends back at home, but some of them were so b.itchy. Most were great pals though. Grace was her bestie back home. Spiffing, Grace. Ah, how Layla wanted her now!
Layla shook Aiden's hand, speaking again.
+I'm Layla. Now, are you going to scoff my picnic lunch or not?+
Layla demanded, with good humour. Her tone implied: You'd better, or I'll get you.
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Dec 4, 2005 23:13:41 GMT -5
Post by *Aiden*Skyla* on Dec 4, 2005 23:13:41 GMT -5
Aiden raised his hands in mock defence, "Whatever you say!" he laughed. His eyes twinkled as he folded his legs beneath him and dropped onto the soft grass. He raked a hand through his hair and glanced sheepishly around. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy Layla's company- in fact it was the best he'd had since his arrival, but the fact that someone- perhaps his roomie even, might spot him. Sitting amongst some rather bold flowers- which spoke to femininity, in his opinion- and having a qaint little lunch with a blonde girl he barely knew... He had a feeling it wouldn't be the best way to become popular- or at the very least invisible to the male population of the mansion. The last thing Aiden wanted was to become the center of mockery, or even a little 'harmless' teasing.
Shrugging off the sheepish feeling, he smiled at Lalya and rubbed his hands together dramatically, blocking out the world, save their tiny meal, "Where shall we start?"
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Dec 4, 2005 23:19:56 GMT -5
Post by +Layla+ ||Jake|| on Dec 4, 2005 23:19:56 GMT -5
Layla saw the uncertainty in Aiden's eyes and sighed. Honestly. Guys just couldn't have a lunch with a girl without summing up the maleness. Honestly. What was with them? Jake should be his friend, she thought. He always liked people that were nice to her.
+You can either start with the cake or the biscuits. Then you can continue on to the sandwiches or ham. And you might even go for the danish afterwards, if you're peckish. I didn't make the danish. If I did I wouldn't advise you to eat it. Actually, I don't advise you to eat anything here. I trust my own cooking about as much as I trust a McDonalds burger+
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Dec 4, 2005 23:29:40 GMT -5
Post by *Aiden*Skyla* on Dec 4, 2005 23:29:40 GMT -5
Aiden screwed up his nose at the word 'McDonalds'- he'd had enough bad experiences in the past to know Burger King was the safest place for him to eat, at least so far. In fact, he'd all but sworn off fast-food when he'd decided to start working out. So far he hadn't had much sucess, only the slightest hint of a six-pack was beginning to show; he was far too lazy to work his physique into complete 'ripped' state. "You can't be serious?" he said, catching her eyes with his own. Lifting a biscuit from it's resting place he took a quick bite, "It's really good!" he assured her, swallowing the mouthfull and taking another to prove his point.
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Dec 4, 2005 23:40:46 GMT -5
Post by +Layla+ ||Jake|| on Dec 4, 2005 23:40:46 GMT -5
Layla shuddered as she remembered the McDonalds burger in particular. She had found a mouse; a real mouse, deal and pressed in with the pattie. First she had seen the tail, then the fur had revealed itself. Wow, had that set her off McDonalds for life.
+Yeah, sure. I'll believe that when everything on here is finished. And I doubt you have enough stomach for that+
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