Post by evelyn marie dalton on Aug 25, 2010 11:33:46 GMT
with folks like me on the job from nine
to five, pour myself a cup of ambition
WHAT A WAY TO MAKE A LIVIN'
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[/color][/color][/center][/color] she shrugged, they had been friends too long to worry about something so trivial. Besides, she couldn’t really expect him to be around to pick her up off the floor every time she fell over her own feet.In admitting that it wasn’t that big a deal, since anyone who knew her well was also well-accustomed to her sudden clumsy outbreaks. Often at the most inappropriate of times. Luckily, it was usually moderate, and nobody got hurt. The fact that people recognised the noise and generally avoided circumstances where she was likely to fall over was probably related to this. Despite all of her imperfections in her personality and appearance, Evie had always suspected that her clumsy nature was one of the most embarrassing things for her parents to try and excuse around important company. When a girl came from such an ancient and pure-blooded family, which could be traced back for several generations, one must have some basic expectations which included the grace and demeanour of a young woman. That wasn’t to say that she couldn’t do graceful at all, merely that it took much more effort and determination than it would for the average person. “Don’t worry about it,”
“I wasn’t fainting,”[/color] she pouted, sticking her tongue out at his criticisms of her over-dramatic tendencies. In terms of acting ability, however, hers was towards the end of the scale, especially when compared to some of the other Daltons. It was fair to say that most of her ability had been picked up in early childhood, by noting the behaviours of the more dramatic types. “A crown sounds like a nice idea though, if you were struggling for birthday presents.”[/color] She loved the fact that it was so easy to decipher what he was really thinking, because he told her. She still wasn’t sure how other guys expected her to be able to understand such ambiguous language and actions. Of course she didn’t believe that everyone should employ a ‘say what you think’ technique in every situation, but for the majority of times, it made things so less complicated. Maybe the reason that this style appealed to her so much was because it was very similar to her own. Being rather impatient, and decisive, she didn’t believe in flitting around an issue, it was best to speak the truth and move forward. Why make everything much more difficult than it had to be?
Although she never usually thought about possibilities which had been available in the past, since they were in the past, and she couldn’t alter anything now, even if she wanted to. But now, rather inadvertently, she suspected on his part, he was making her dwell on the first week that she had spent in his company. Underneath the joking tone, was he actually telling the truth? “Such an elegant way of putting it,”[/color] she laughed, giving him a familiar grin. Did he realise that she had wondered exactly the same thing back then? Probably not, she concluded. Time had shown that he wasn’t the best for picking up hints, short of dropping anvil-sized clues. Frowning, she decided in a matter of seconds that she was going to stop that train of thoughts right there. What was done was done. “Absolutely nothing,”[/color] she replied, smirking innocently. “But good luck persuading the father to let you date his daughter.”[/color] Although she had complete confidence in his personality being enough to attract girls, she was highly doubtful that he could tolerate an overprotective parent. That must have been one of the few things that guys were genuinely frightened of - girls’ fathers.
Rolling her eyes at his compliment, she laughed again. “How very kind of you to say, David, but as you must know by now, flattery gets you nowhere.”[/color] Okay, that sounded like some kind of weird proposition. No, it was fine. She was reading too much into it. She wasn’t into the whole ‘showering with compliments’ thing. Especially when the average guy was using these lines for a much more obvious purpose, most of the time these words weren’t sincere in the slightest. They were simply designed for that single purpose alone. Sighing at his behaviour towards a guy he proclaimed to vaguely recognise, she gave him a look that matched his own. She really couldn’t see a problem. “That’s a strong set of accusations against a guy you only just remembered. Besides, I do not make horrible choices.”[/color] In the past, admittedly, there were a selection of boys who she probably should have ended acquaintance with much sooner, but this didn’t correlate to mean that she was incapable of choosing a good guy. “Like I said, I’m not dating anybody, you’re jumping to false conclusions. This is all..”[/color] She paused, searching for the best word to reassure him. “Purely hypothetical.”[/color][/SIZE][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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[/color][/color]CREDIT WONDERWALL OF CAUTION FOR THE LOVELY MISTER DAVID SUMMERS
CLOTHES MADAM MALKIN'S SHOP UNIFORM MUSIC[/color] 9-5, DOLLY PARTON
WORDAGE EIGHT-ZERO-FOUR AUTHOR'S MEMO HAHA, POOR EVIE :D[/size][/center]