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Post by samantha ellen lichtscheidl on Apr 21, 2011 16:29:43 GMT
Samantha climbed the last couple steps to the owlery, her note in hand. She had written a quick letter about how her year had gone, since it wasn't long before she'd be finished with her sixth year at Hogwarts. It was a boring letter, really. Just generic and short, saying everything went 'fine' and all that sort of rubbish. It wasn't like her parents were going to expect anything more, because this was her usual response.
The letter she had recieved from them about a week ago had been all parent-like, asking how she was doing and if her grades were fine. Why would they doubt her grades? She always recieved high marks. Her 'nanny', who still lived at the house with them, had also included her own paragraph. It was nice to hear from them, though not very interesting. They also told her they brought her a brand new broom for the summer and her seventh school year, probably the latest brand. That didn't surprise her, either.
She made her way through the room toward an owl perch. She didn't really like this place; It was nasty and smelled terrible. She located a random school owl and made her way toward it, slowly beginning to tie the letter to it's feet.
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Post by james kevin judge on Apr 21, 2011 20:20:15 GMT
This this feeling's foreign
These other chicks is boring [/font][/center] James had written two letters one to go home to his dad and one to go to his mom, he wrote to them every month, not because he had a loving family that hung on his every word, they didn't even care about him that much, he was just writing to let his mom know he was okay and that he was still going to live with his dad and that he didnt want to meet her new boyfriend, as for his dad.. the letter never consisted of much, just a reminder to go shopping to get food and a brief 'I'm ok'. He never got any replies off his father, but his mother would occasionally send a letter, complaining about how hard it was to give the letter to the owl and also complaining about how he didn't want to meet her boyfriend.. it wasn't that good of a life for him at home, he did good to hide it though, by becoming the sleaziest sleazeball that ever did sleaze.
He was walking up to the owlery, he hated it in there, sure he'd get called dirty and smelly all the time by people, he didn't care what people said, he knew otherwise.. but the owlery really was dirty and smelly. "Eurgh.. damn owl crap" He mumbled to himself as he walked in and immediately looked up looking for a school owl that didn't look vicious, he saw one, a brown barn owl, it looked friendly enough. "Io, owl, brown owl with the eyebrows!" he yelled at it, half expecting it to come down to him, half expecting it to attack him, it did neither it just sat there. "I hate owls.." he told himself then looked around.
Usually it was empty when he came in here so he was slightly startled as he noticed a girl.. a rather hot girl. His eyes ran up and down her body and he licked his lips. He knew that there was most likely no chance of hooking up with this girl.. mainly because they were in a room covered with owl poo, it was hardly the best environment to woo the ladies, but he'd at least flirt to hell until she either ran away screaming, got super annoyed, attacked him.. or did something else he wasn't quite sure of. He slowly made his way towards her "Hey.. that is an amazing dress" he stated, it wasn't really anything special, girls wore dresses like that all over hogwarts, James never really wore his uniform.. only in lessons, but he did enjoy the uniform.. well, he enjoyed it on girls anyway.. even better if it was off girls too. They talkin' [/color] I'm yawnin', I'm snorin'[/font][/size][/center] Wearing: Outfit Comment: oh herro Lyrics: Private Dancer - Danny Fernandes Credit: Me [/font][/size]
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Post by samantha ellen lichtscheidl on Apr 21, 2011 20:44:01 GMT
Samantha jumped, startled when she heard a voice. Someone seemed to be yelling at an owl. She glanced over at the boy with a small roll of her eyes. Did he really think the owl was just going to understand exactly what he was saying and fly down to meet him? She'd be quite amused if it just started attacking him. That was one of the reasons she had chosen an owl that was already within reaching distance, it's feathers a mixture of black and brown. After finishing the tying, she let the owl fly out.
As she watched the bird fly into the distance for a couple moments, she heard the boy's voice again. She slowly began to turn around with raised eyebrows, "Really? Plenty of people wear it," she stated, "But I do know that it looks particularly amazing on me," she added with a smirk, brushing her blond hair behind her shoulder. For some reason she found his hair simply fascinating. She had the strangest desire to start touching it, it just looked so fun. Figuring she wasn't going to get much more social interaction that day, she wasn't going to leave without speaking for a moment with this kid, "Having trouble getting an owl?" she asked, "Too incapable of doing the job? Do you need my help?" she teased.
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Post by james kevin judge on Apr 21, 2011 21:42:27 GMT
This this feeling's foreign
These other chicks is boring [/font][/center] James noticed that as he got closer she actually seemed to be more hot than he had first thought, which was shocking considering usually he'd approach someone and they'd be hideous up close. Then the beauty spoke, she was cocky.. he liked that, a lot. "I don't think you've given yourself enough praise, not only do you look so amazing in it, i think you should start selling them, because i see you in it now, and i want that dress so badly, I'm half tempted to rip it right off you.. half tempted" James wasn't just going to go all out and tell her he wanted to sleep with her several times.. maybe more.... that was just his reaction to most hot girls, he was going to hold back just a little bit.. because if you go all out then the flirting ends faster.. and more likely in disappointment.
Gasping rather dramatically, he shook his head "How dare you, i am a master of this kind of stuff" he told her then looked up at the owl "..Although i think this owl is sexist.." he added with a small grin. "Hey owl.. yeah you.. come down here.. maybe this girl here will be nice and give you a kiss on the cheek if your good" James stated then waited.. "Well it's definitely a girl, any guy would have came down for that.. so I'm thinking it's sexist.. yep.. definitely sexist"
James turned to Sam and shrugged "I guess i could use some help.. I'll repay you any way you want.." he told her with a wink, part of him was hoping they'd make out and have some wild passion, but another part of him didn't want it to be that easy, he wanted the chase.. honestly he wanted a girl who could tame him.. but he wasn't really sure if he was ready for that, he just figured he'd keep on going from girl to girl until he found one who drove him insane and felt the same way towards him. They talkin' [/color] I'm yawnin', I'm snorin'[/font][/size][/center] Wearing: Outfit Comment: how you doin? Lyrics: Private Dancer - Danny Fernandes Credit: Me [/font][/size]
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Post by samantha ellen lichtscheidl on Apr 21, 2011 23:16:05 GMT
Most people would find her arrogance and ego annoying and would have already left after the comment she made about herself. This boy seemed different, though. He was laying on the praise thick, but she had had this happen to her before, "I really look amazing in everything, actually," she stated simply with a cocky smile. She nearly rolled her eyes at his next comment, "So it's the dress you want, huh?" she asked with her brow raised. He wasn't completely straightforward about his intentions, but it was pretty clear what was going on in his head. It wasn't like she hadn't seen this before. He wasn't unattractive, though. His hair was still fascinating to her. She didn't know what it was.. It just looked so touchable or something.
"Yes, of course. That seems obvious," she replied sarcastically, a small smirk playing at her lips. This kid was actually amusing. He wasn't as annoying as most of the. Male species she had come across, "That seems like it makes perfect sense. Or it could have read my mind when I thought about how I'd never kiss that nasty specimen on the cheek.. Ever. Then it felt offended." she responded, looking up at the owl he seemed to think could understand him, "Why not go for a different owl? Or do you really like this one?"
"I have a lot of things I could make you do," she began, "But I really don't think you'd fancy any of them," she shrugged slightly, "You're going to regret owing me, especially if it's over some silly owl," she smirked. She wasn't going to give him what she knew he wanted. She wasn't that easy. It would be fun to mess with him a bit, though, "Sure you want that owl, then?" she asked him, taking a couple steps closer toward where the owl was as she crossed her arms and turned to look at the Slytherin.
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Post by james kevin judge on Apr 22, 2011 10:59:37 GMT
This this feeling's foreign
These other chicks is boring [/font][/center] James smirked as she said she looked amazing in everything, she was cocky, real cocky. He found that really attractive. "Well.. although it's obvious you would look amazing in everything.. i think I'd like to make you prove that" he told her with a wink. "of course it's the dress i want, little innocent me, what else could i possibly want?" He said putting the most innocent look he could do on.. which to be fair wasn't actually that innocent looking. It's hard to look innocent when you just aren't.
"I could understand how you not wanting to kiss something on the cheek could offend it" he told her then tilted his head to the side slightly "But a mind reading owl?" he asked with a small smirk perched on his lips. This girl was fun, he was having more fun then he'd had in ages.. it had been rather dull recently, he'd spent most of the time aimlessly wandering around looking for pretty girls, then getting bored because the girls were either too dumb to make out with him, or too smart.. either way it wasn't very fun. "When i see something i want, i go after it, as long as that may take... and i really want that owl" he told her with a grin, he could easily have been talking about something other than the owl, to be honest he didn't really give a damn what owl it was, but now it had to be that owl.. no other owl would do.
"I've done a lot of things people wouldn't want to do.. I've done a lot of things people wouldn't think I'd do.. I'm all about a challenge" he said with a small grin. He could tell she wasn't going to give him what he wanted, but in a weird way he wanted her not to give him what he wanted, they could have so much more fun together if she didn't.. maybe they could have more fun together once she did.. but they'd only just met, giving him what he wanted this quickly would just make James get bored and probably never see her again. "I want that owl sooo badly" he told her watching her move closer to it. They talkin' [/color] I'm yawnin', I'm snorin'[/font][/size][/center] Wearing: Outfit Comment: I'm good Lyrics: Private Dancer - Danny Fernandes Credit: Me [/font][/size]
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Post by samantha ellen lichtscheidl on Apr 22, 2011 14:34:31 GMT
"And how exactly would you want me to go about proving that?" Sam asked, the small smirk still on her lips. It was quite surprising he hadn't given up. Most guys weren't able to stand her cockiness. They'd expect her to blush at their comments and act flattered, not agree. By now they'd lose interest, but he seemed different, "Oh, yes, of course it's the dress," she replied sarcastically, "You want to wear it around so you can feel prettier? I don't know if it would look as good on you," she added, looking him over as if trying to visualize the dress on him.
"I agree. I always have a line of people wanting a kiss on the cheek or more. Of course, when I refuse they're simply shattered," she shrugged, "The owl, nor those people, were worth my lips, even if it was just on the cheek. I can be quite picky," she added, "I agree the whole 'mind reading' part seems a little far fetched.. But you never know what could happen in this world we live in," she told him, examining the owl once more. She, though, didn't believe there'd ever be such thing as a mind reading owl. He could have easily been talking about something other than the owl, which amused her, "It could take a really long time to get that owl. We could be stuck here forever. You sure you're up for that?" she asked, raising a brow at the boy once more. This was probably more entertaining than anything she had done this entire school year.
"So you make bets with people often? Or are you just so nice you do anything anyone asks you?" she asked. She wanted to come up with something ridiculous and possibly harmful. It would be even more entertaining if that played out well. Maybe she could say she dropped something in the lake and it was probably at the bottom and he'd need to dive in to get it for her. That sounded amusing, he could get eaten by something in there... Though probably not, "Well, that owl is quite the looker," she agreed, as if understanding why he might go for this particular owl. It was quite high up, but Sam had dealt with this sort of thing before, so she had come prepared. She reached into a hidden pocket in her skirt to reveal a small treat of some sort. She then turned to the Slytherin, her smirk still in place, "Sure you still want to make that bet?"
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Post by james kevin judge on Apr 22, 2011 15:12:03 GMT
This this feeling's foreign
These other chicks is boring [/font][/center] "Private fashion show?" he said with a shrug. "Just me you, a ton of clothes, what could be the harm in that?" he asked with a smirk, it sounded like it would be a good time.. and he didnt like fashion. "Your right.. it probably wouldnt look as good on me.." he said with a small fake sigh. "You seem to be the one who knows how to look good.. so maybe you should decide what i should wear.. and what i shouldnt." he said acting like that was a compltely innocent centance which they both knew it wasnt.
James smirked when she said she hada line of people wanting hr to kiss them and that she was picky. "Oh well.. if this owl's not worthy of your lips.. what kind of owl is.. or what would this owl have to do to be worthy?" he asked with a smirk then added "Because i can tell that owl wants you bad". James nodded, she had a point, this world was weird, he hadnt even believed in magic untill he started Hogwarts, he didnt think an owl could read minds though.. a person maybe.. but not an owl. "Oh, i dont know, stuck here, with you.. i dunno... well i guess i have the mind reading owl to help me if you try anything funny" he said acting deadly serious, obviously if either of them were gonna try anything it would be him, but that wouldnt be as near as fun as what they were doing now.
"Neither, i just have a death wish and i live life on the edge.. where's the fun in being boring?" he told her, it was true, he didnt get dared much, only people telling him to go jump off a cliff, if there was one around he would... although he'd take a broom too, but that would count in his eyes as jumping off a cliff. James watched as she pulled a treat out of her pocket. "Hmm.. yeah, i'm a man of my word and my word is yes." They talkin' [/color] I'm yawnin', I'm snorin'[/font][/size][/center] Wearing: Outfit Comment: I'm working on getting that penguin. Lyrics: Private Dancer - Danny Fernandes Credit: Me [/font][/size]
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Post by samantha ellen lichtscheidl on Apr 22, 2011 15:35:58 GMT
"What would be the fun in a private fashion show?" Sam asked, "I mean.. I want everyone to see how amazing I look in everything," she shrugged, "I guess it's not a terrible waste of time, though. I'm somewhat a fan of fashion so it'd be enjoyable to prove a point," she added, "I suppose it wouldn't look awful on you.. just not as good as it would on me," she admitted. She looked him up and down once more, her head slightly tilted as if thinking something over, "Hm.. you actually don't look bad in that," she began, trying to hold back her amusement at the wording of his last sentence. It was almost like she was complimenting him. Of course she didn't say what she was really thinking.
"Well, I don't think I should answer any of that. I don't want the owl to hear and then have it start changing it's ways just so it can get a peck on the cheek," she responded, "That owl is going to have to put in it's best effort, then," she smirked, understanding that the owl was almost obviously a metaphor, "You could be wasting your day away when you could be doing something a bit more entertaining," she began, "Don't want you to get bored or anything up here," she added, "The owl probably won't be of much help to you since you said you hated owls."
"If you have a death wish I can help you there," she told him, only half joking, "I find myself quite boring. I don't go around looking for trouble.. but I'll make sure that what you have to do is worth watching. Maybe I'll sell tickets to the event. Maybe have you fight a dragon or something. Sound fun?" she smirked, her arms crossed over her chest. She shrugged slightly when he still went with the plan, "Not the sharpest tool in the shed, huh?" she turned back to the owl and slowly raised her hand, with the treat in her palm. What she didn't think about were the other owls that might want the treat, too. All at once, the owl they were after and two others came soaring down to meet her hand. Squealing, she threw the treat toward the ground and jumped back as they all started going for it at once, "That was supposed to happen... I'm just warming it up," she began, her voice a little unsteady. She didn't like owls very much, especially when they were coming toward her like that.
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Post by james kevin judge on Apr 22, 2011 16:17:16 GMT
This this feeling's foreign
These other chicks is boring [/font][/center] "I guess I'm just a bit selfish and want to have you all to myself" he said truthfully, he'd love to get her alone.. in a place not filled with owl poo preferably. James looked himself up and down and smiled, he was sure he'd made an impact on her now that she'd complimented him.. but she still wouldn't let him get anything he wanted which made him want it more. "Well.. i look better out of it" he said with a small smirk, ok so his body wasn't that impressive, he didn't have huge muscles, he had a fairly average body actually, but he had certain things that he found impressed girls.. the main one being his hair. Girls seemed to just want to touch it and that was always good.
"Well.. I'm sure that owl isn't going to give up until he at least gets a peck on the cheek" he said with a smirk. "You have a good point, i could be waisting my day up here, but i doubt you'll let me get bored" he said with a smirk then waited a moment before saying "Well.. if the owl isn't going to help me. and nobody else is here to help me.. i guess you'll end up having your wicked way with me then"
James remained silent as she spoke then watched as she tried to get the owl. "looks like I'm not slaying a dragon" he said with a smirk and then added "How about we both try to get that owl, i don't have to slay a dragon, you don't have to look like a fool, and maybe i can find out your name?". It was mealy a suggestion, in fact he would happily watch her try over and over, but he didn't want her to feel like a fool, she was far too hot and confident to be made a fool of by just a bunch of dumb owls. They talkin' [/color] I'm yawnin', I'm snorin'[/font][/size][/center] Wearing: Outfit Comment: This time next year we'll be millionairs. Lyrics: Private Dancer - Danny Fernandes Credit: Me [/font][/size]
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Post by samantha ellen lichtscheidl on Apr 22, 2011 16:36:16 GMT
"I'm not quite sure if my boyfriend would like the sound of that," she lied easily. She didn't have a boyfriend, of course. She actually never had, which wasn't a problem. She didn't see the point because she found that people whined and cried a lot about it, so she had easily avoided the whole boyfriend thing by scaring all the boys away, "I think I'll take your word for it. Don't want you stripping in a room filled with owls and stench," she replied. It was obvious what his intentions were, which made it even more amusing to toy with him.
"Well then I guess that owl is determined and dedicated. I do have to be impressed by that," she replied, "I'm not a fan of entertaining people. I'd rather be entertained myself. So, yes, I would let you sit here and bore yourself to tears. Unless you ran around and danced, or licked a piece of owl poop. Then I'd be enjoying myself.. and you wouldn't be bored," she added. That owl poop licking did sound fun to watch, actually, "It's a shame you're going to be disappointed with how I have my 'way' with people."
"You doubt me too much. This is only just beginning. Remember, we have all day to get this owl," she told him, watching as the owls finished fighting over the treat, then flew back up to where they had been perched before, "And I wont look like.. like a fool," she added defensively. She didn't want him to feel as if he had won, but the offer wasn't terrible.. she still wanted to see him slay a dragon, though.. or whatever she could think of, "You tell me your name first, and maybe I'll agree to work with you."
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Post by james kevin judge on Apr 22, 2011 17:29:02 GMT
This this feeling's foreign
These other chicks is boring [/font][/center] "Ohh, so you have a boyfriend, i'd love to meet him sometime, i have to shake his hand for managing to tame such a wild flame as you are" he said not exactly sure if she did actually have a boyfriend or not, but he wouldn't just stop flirting with her because she had a boyfriend.. if she was married he probably would have.. but a boyfriend, no way. "Well.. maybe I'll show you at our fashion show." he told her with a wink. James didn't plan on stripping anywere public anyway, he was comfortable with his body and didn't mind people looking.. but he felt like only people he wanted to see him naked could.
"Well, where's your boyfriend then, maybe he could entertain you, heck if he's cute he might entertain me too" James said with a small grin, he was bisexual, he was open with it, but he lent towards girls more.. they were softer most of the time. "Well.. we'll just wait and see if I'm disappointed or not." he told her, he had a feeling it wouldn't be something that good but he had to play along with the entire flirty thing because he was enjoying it way too much to end it now.
"ok then, I'll just sit here and wait" he told her sitting himself down on a box that probably contained owl food or something, it wasn't the cleanest box but he made sure to avoid sitting on poop. "Oh well.. I'm sure if you did look like a fool you'd pull it off amazingly" he told her just to make her feel a little less bad. "That seems like a fair deal, I'm James Judge" he told her with a smirk, he began to wonder if she'd heard of him.. he hoped she hadn't because all the rumors and stuff were all bad things. They talkin' [/color] I'm yawnin', I'm snorin'[/font][/size][/center] Wearing: Outfit Comment: Kaching. Lyrics: Private Dancer - Danny Fernandes Credit: Me [/font][/size]
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Post by samantha ellen lichtscheidl on Apr 25, 2011 12:07:09 GMT
"Perhaps I'll introduce you to him one day. But I can't imagine he'd like you very much. You're the kind of person he can't tolerate," she lied. She didn't expect that she'd socialize again with this boy after today, so she didn't think he'd ever figure out she was lying, "He had to spend a really long time trying to reel me in," she added lightly, "Eventually he proved himself worthy of my continuous attention," this boy seemed almost as cocky as herself. Usually that was unattractive to her, but maybe his hair was the only reason she found this trait of his more tolerable. She had no idea why his hair would have anything to do with it, though, "No thanks. I'd rather that fashion show be completely about me. I'm the only one who's allowed to be unclothed."
"He has a life. He can't come running to me every time I'm bored.. though I would enjoy that," she began. If she ever actually did have a boyfriend, she would make sure he was always by her side. She wasn't quite sure boys could be trusted at this young age, and she also wanted them to always pay attention to her. She had to be the most important person in their life, "Unfortunately he's only up for entertaining me, but it's nice that you keep an open mind," she added, "I can't imagine how you wouldn't be disappointed. You shouldn't be so optimistic about things," Sam replied.
She blew a strand of hair out of her eyes, annoyed by the owls in this stupid, smelly place, "Might as well make yourself comfortable. I'm gonna stretch this out for as long as I can, just to annoy you," she smirked, crossing her arms over her chest once more, "Of course I would," she agreed as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, "I look amazing whenever I do anything," she added. She paused a moment, "I'm pretty sure I've heard that name before.." she shrugged, thinking it really didn't matter much. She didn't know anything about him, "Samantha Lichtscheidl is the name. Try not to spell my last name - it's nearly impossible for most people. Teachers can't pronounce it usually, either, when they see it written," she explained. He had a simple enough name, at least, "I guess you should help me get that owl, then."
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Post by james kevin judge on Apr 25, 2011 13:02:50 GMT
This this feeling's foreign
These other chicks is boring [/font][/center] "Well.. a lot of people cant tolerate me, only the people who can are worth talking to.. and the others are fun to annoy th crap out of" He told her with a smirk, he liked annoying people but he liked it even more when someone actually didn't get annoyed by him, it rarely happened though. "Wow.. he must be pretty amazing if he managed to get yo to give him continuous attention" he stated, he wanted to meet this guy and find out what it was that made her like him so much. "I'm okay with you being the only one unclothed" he said rather fast, he liked that idea, a lot.
"Ah well, i can see why he and i would clash then, if i had a girl i could keep entertained i would, every time she got bored i'd be there to keep her entertained" he aid, he loved entertaining people although he'd never actually had a girlfriend, he imagined if he did have one he'd spend most of the time entertaining her.. which probably meant making out or something. "Oh well, that's a shame, but life goes on, i'm sure you deserve his full entertainment anyway" he told her with a smile. "If i'm not optimistic for things to do with me.. nobody is.. so i have to at least give myself a bit of hope".
"Just to annoy me? or just to spend time with me?" he asked smirking back at her, he had a feeling he'd made an impact on her, what kind of an impact that was he was unsure but he had a feeling after they'd gone their separate ways today that she'd think about him. Maybe they'd meet up again, he didn't really mind, but if she had a boyfriend he'd rather not be wasting his time with her.. even if she is hot. "I can believe that" he responded, she looked amazing now, she looked amazing earlier and even when she failed with the bird she still looked kind of amazing.
When she recognised his name he thought it was game over for the conversation but she couldn't remember what she had heard, he thought for a moment then stated "You've probably heard about me sleeping with one of the many girls around hogwarts or maybe i've pissed off your boyfriend or some other guy.. or maybe i've slept with your boyfriend or some other guy and you've heard about that.. either way, i'm bad news" he told her, he wanted to see how she'd react, if she was fine with it then it would probably make her ten times more attractive, if not then she'd probably want to go and that was that, no big deal.
"Thats a beautiful name.. Samantha Lichtscheidl.. i like it a lot.. spelt L-I-C-H-T-S-C-H-E-I-D-L?" he asked fairly confident he had got that correct, he was sure he'd seen it written down some were or maybe he hadn't and it was just some wild stab in the dark, but it sounded like the correct spelling, he couldn't think of another way to spell it. "fine.. we'll get that owl.. ... any idea how?" he asked standing back up and walking over to her. They talkin' [/color] I'm yawnin', I'm snorin'[/font][/size][/center] Wearing: Outfit Comment: oh herro Lyrics: Private Dancer - Danny Fernandes Credit: Me [/font][/size]
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Post by samantha ellen lichtscheidl on Apr 28, 2011 20:38:18 GMT
"I'm surprised I've been able to tolerate you for this long," Samantha replied, only half-joking. She really did get annoyed easily, which was why she didn't have several friends. That, and people just couldn't stand her, "Well, he worked hard and he earned in. The first man ever to be able to do that," she chuckled lightly. She rolled her eyes, having figured that would be his response. It didn't bother her since she had come to the conclusion that this was the kind of guy he was. He was actually tolerable. She knew guys that were very similar to him that she couldn't stand, "Just because I'm the only one allowed to be unclothed doesn't mean I will be."
"Sometimes girls don't want that. It shows you're a little too clingy. They need their own personal space. No matter how great or attractive you are, they probably won't want you around every moment.. or if they do, they're mentally unstable," she explained. Then again, she had no idea what it was like to have a significant other. She didn't know if she'd be the type that would be attached to them at the hip, but she highly doubted it. She found that extremely annoying, "I deserve everyone's attention, but not everyone gives it to me. What a shame.." she trailed off, shrugging, "The more optimistic you are, the more crushed you'll be later."
"Obviously to annoy you. I seem to be good at that, so I've been told," she stated. Of course she didn't want to spend time with him.. though that was false. She was socially challenged, so whatever interaction or communication she could have with another human being was fully welcome, though she wouldn't admit that. It made her feel weak, "You should believe it. It's the truth," she responded. She honestly wasn't sure if she'd be able to get the bird down by herself, or maybe she just didn't want to. She hadn't expected him to tell her something like this right away. With the type of person she assumed he was, he'd hide how terrible he was just to get in her pants, then later laugh about it or something like that. Saying everything up front like this, he probably knew he'd lose any chance of sleeping with her, "Wow. That's very.. honest of you," she began slowly, honestly surprised. She really didn't see that coming.
"Yep, that's right. You deserve an award for that. A lot of people spell it with a k or a y or some nonsense like that," she replied with a small smile. So he had nice hair, he was honest, he seemed more intelligent than most with his spelling habits... he didn't seem like all that bad of an acquaintance, "Nope, no idea. I have another treat, though, if you want to try that route again.. other than that, this is a test to see how well your problem-solving skills are," she smirked.
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[/color] eh, here. CREDIT me, except for the picture. someone else made that I think. don't remember who xP. LYRICS where the lines overlap - paramore. NOTES i just realized i still can't roll my r's. that's the reason i refuse to take spanish. WORD COUNT no. [/center][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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