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Post by Chloe on Oct 11, 2009 15:10:01 GMT -7
[[S'okay]]
Tyson suddenly realized that the ladder had to be somewhere... Isa normally kept it downstairs. But where? He sighed. He wasn't anywhere near as strong as his brother, and would be too embarrassed to carry Whitney up anyway. That was normally how he was - embarrassed or shocked or shy. So he went about, scouting for the ladder. And then it dawned on him that it was probably in his room. And he really didn't want to take off his shirt in front of Whitney. But he wasn't about to fly her up there, now was he? So he quickly took off his shirt and muttered, "One sec." Then he formed his wings and before any thought or word could be mentioned he flew up into his small home and found the ladder pulled up from when he'd been running away from Whitney. He hooked it to the floor and lowered it down for her.
"Come on up." He said, scrambling to put on his shirt before she came up.
[[xD Poor, embarrassed Tyson. ><]]
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Post by \~|STORM|~/ on Oct 11, 2009 17:02:10 GMT -7
The guy sprouted wings........
The guy sprouted wings.
The guy sprouted wings!
The guy sprouted wings!
THE GUY SPROUTED WINGS!
I was thouroughly freaked, but soon he was lowering down a ladder for me to climb up. I looked at it hesitantly and then grabbed on. I climbed it quickly and was soon in a little apartment. It was quite a nice place.
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Post by Chloe on Oct 11, 2009 17:27:08 GMT -7
"Well, this is it." Tyson said after he had helped their new roommate in. Now what would Douglas think? Tyson tried to forget his brother and wondered if Whitney would have anything to be moved in?
"Make yourself at home, you can take the top bunk. Bottom bunk's Douglas' and I will make a space somewhere on the floor." He said with a smile as his eyes cleared back to their beautiful green color.
"If you have anything needing to be moved here I can help."
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Post by \~|STORM|~/ on Oct 12, 2009 21:13:18 GMT -7
He was sleeping on the floor? Absurd, if this guy was letting me stay here he was going to let m buy him a couch or something to make up for it.
"I can get you a futon or something, I have people who owe me a favor or two and could easily get one."
I smiled to myself. Top bunk was MINE! Mwahahahahahahahahahaha.......
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Post by Chloe on Oct 13, 2009 16:09:08 GMT -7
"No, don't fret it. I will get something, don't worry. Have anything we should move up here?" He asked with a smile, reassuring his words. He was very glad she had accepted his offer, because she was starting to grow on him. He just hoped Doug wouldn't mind. Of course he wouldn't! A nice young girl like Whitney couldn't possibly be a burden to his brother. Tyson was glad that he could be so certain.
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Post by \~|STORM|~/ on Oct 13, 2009 20:00:46 GMT -7
Whitney smiled at him, momentarily, and said,"Yeah, I have a suitcase back at the hotel I was staying at I'll go get it."
She walked back to the little ladder and then looked behind her shoulder at Tyson, "Wanna come with?"
((((((ooc; sorry for switching POV's on yah, i just felt like it......))))))))
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Post by Chloe on Oct 14, 2009 16:52:30 GMT -7
[[S'fine, normally I'm not one for First Person but I like the way you do it. :3]]
"Sure." Tyson said with a big, somewhat cheesy grin. He often liked to smile that way, because it was both happy and funny. He enjoyed a good laugh and being in a good mood. However, he decided he'd take the ladder instead of just flying down, because it seemed easier that way. And he hated taking his shirt off, especially in front of a cute girl like Whitney. The thought made his face turn an ever-so-noticeable shade of pink.
"I'll go down first and help you out." He had done the climb enough to know the way. Hurrying himself down the ladder, he climbed onto one of the pipes running along the side wall and waited for her to get down so he could show her the easiest way off of the pipes, a hidden side ladder installed by Isa to make her life easier.
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Post by Chloe on Oct 17, 2009 13:08:37 GMT -7
[[BUMP]]
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Post by \~|STORM|~/ on Oct 20, 2009 15:20:17 GMT -7
((((((ooc; srry for taking so long to post, i has been procupied)))))
Whitney followed Tyson and Clambered down after him.
"C'mon" she said as soon as her feet were on the ground. "I've got a car outside, parked on the street."
((((((((ooc; much apologies for shortness. shall we move this thread to say........ the 'other places' board the downtown slc section?))))))))
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Post by Chloe on Oct 20, 2009 17:11:44 GMT -7
[[I'm too lazy to move. xD]]
Tyson nodded, heading for the door to the library. As he walked he thought over the circumstances. It was a fascinating thing, really. So thinking, he realized they had already stepped outside the library. He stood back to let Whitney take them to her car.
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Post by \~|STORM|~/ on Oct 27, 2009 21:32:38 GMT -7
I'm just pompous enough to be extremely proud of my car. It was a convertable Tesla Roadster, a type of sports car that's all-electric. It was horrendously expensive, but at the time I had some people in the car business that owed me some favors. It was an absolutely gorgeous opalescent-blue color with silver trim. Everytime I saw it I couldn't help grinning, like right then. I went over to the driver's-side and got my keys out of my purse; proudly unlocking the door with a flourish. The quiet click of the locks popping up signalled Tyson and I to open the doors. I got in. Today the roof wasn't back because the fall weather was starting to really get chilly and convertables are only good in summer or California. I shut the door and buckled up, then waited for Tyson to get situated. when we were all ready I turned the key in the ignition and the car quietly purred to a start. Now, I have to admit that sometimes my driving even scares me, but I like a thrill and driving a car--particularly mine-- is a god way to get it. I revved the engine and zipped out of the parking space, speeding down the street. We'd get to my hotel in no time. (((((((((OOC: If you'd like to see a Tesla like Whitney's click the link; images.thetruthaboutcars.com/2009/10/TeslaRoadster3.JPGjust minus all the funky writing stuff on the side))))))))))))) |
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Post by Chloe on Oct 29, 2009 19:39:55 GMT -7
Tyson quickly hopped in the car, normally preferring to walk places versus having to drive. Of course, that didn't mean he didn't have a license. He just never used it. What were wings for anyway? Actually, he had never publicly displayed his freakish self before. He walked places. That was it, plain and simple. He tried not to show his dislike for the speed she was going at, or the fact that he was in a car at all. He just bit his lower lip carefully and tried to be cool. He must look like the biggest dork. Tyson looked over at Whitney briefly, surprised at how the light played brilliantly across her face. Brilliantly. She had such a soft, sweet face. Perfect face. Yes, she was definitely a very beautiful girl. But he then turned his attention back to the road, and then out his side window. The smile fell quickly from his face. Now he was being stupid. He couldn't begin to think of her as beautiful! He felt even worse as his cheeks seemed to change to a slightly pinker shade. He tried to hide it by turning his head farther to look out the window. But he still felt hotter than normal and he tried to push the thoughts of Whitney out of his mind. Stay cool. He just had to stay cool.
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Post by \~|STORM|~/ on Oct 29, 2009 21:13:38 GMT -7
(((((((ooc; lol, tysons so cute! X] )))))))
I wizzed down the streets, occassionaly swing around a corner at gut-wrenching speed. Focused on the kick of driving I was only faintly aware that Tyson was biting his lip, then blushing.
Ah, shiz, said Angela, he's gonna retch in our beautiful car, isn't he?
Briefly glancing at him, I told Tyson that if he was feeling sick I could always pull over. Why is that people always decide that they don't like their breakfast any more in my car?
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Post by Chloe on Oct 30, 2009 11:25:00 GMT -7
[[Isn't he just a darling?]]
"Oh no, it isn't the ride at all. I was just... thinking..." Tyson admitted, feeling the red in his cheeks deepen to a more vibrant color. He stopped biting his lip though, as a trickle of blood welled up in his mouth. Blood was foul stuff, and he thought himself a fool as he swallowed it in disgust. Why was being around Whitney getting so hard? And embarrassing? He wanted to bang his head repeatedly into the side of the car door until he stopped being such an idiot, but he decided that wouldn't be appropriate. And it wouldn't make him any cooler, either.
It would just give him a headache.
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Post by \~|STORM|~/ on Nov 2, 2009 21:09:11 GMT -7
Poor guy, he looked really distressed. If it wasn't the car ride that was bothering him then what was? I decided that he was just being polite and it really was just the car. Probably. Throughout the rest of the drive (at the speed we were going it was probably about five minutes......) I kept glancing at him, making sure his condition didn't worsen. I pulled into the parking lot of the Crystal Inn and killed the egine.
"Well," I said, "We're here."
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Post by Chloe on Nov 4, 2009 7:10:47 GMT -7
Tyson merely nodded, he face having cooled a bit but his nerves around Whitney still spiked. He hopped out of the car quickly, and then walked with her to the front desk.
"Which room are we heading to?" He asked with a soft smile. But meeting her gaze made his heart start to beat again, and he cursed himself inwardly about this whole stupid mess. They were just friends!
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