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Post by DANE VIVIAN DARLING on Nov 21, 2010 22:03:21 GMT -5
 
Times like these, Dane wished she wasn't the unique size of a thimble Back when she was in elementary school and they were casting roles for the community production of 'Snow White and the 7 Dwarfs' or 'Thumbelia', her height was great but for shopping in the University book store where everything was shelves above her head, it didn't seem like such a blessing.
Her shockingly blue eyes scanned the store's floors for a step ladder or a stool of some kind, but the two she spotted seemed to be occupied by people of average height who were treating them like comfortable chairs to ponder through their textbooks and decide whether or not they were worth the expense.
Dane pushed a huge frustrated sigh out of her lips that came from the bottom of her stomach and then blew the strand of hair that dangled over her nose, sneaking out of it's clasp from the blue velvet bow that kept most of her mane tied in the back.
Standing up on her the tips of her toes, she pathetically reached up to try and grasp her fingers against the packaging of the overpriced advanced calculator her matrices class required. She would have happily settled for a neon colored one from WalMart, but her professor insisted they need these ones for their calculations. Her toes flexed until she was perched onto them with the balls of her feet slipping out of her shoes, but it was no use.
She looked around first, making sure that nobody was looking, before she bent down slightly at the knees and jumped like a leaping lizard for the row of calculators that hung above her like Christmas decorations. Dane was certain that somewhere in Mississippi, her mother and her etiquette teacher were having a fit over her behaviour, but Dane had no choice. She needed that calculator.
Grumbling, as her feet found the ground again, Dane narrowed a dirty look at the math tool as she started to shimmy the straps of her backpack off of her shoulders in preparation to jump at it again.
"talking looks like this. k ??" [/size]  i stand at ten feet tall but its only 350. sometimes i feel like a goddess while wearing this pretty little outfit. of course i need to talk to trevor. this picture of perfection is totally incomplete. in the end i just say this hello!. don't forget we made this REAL SLIM SHADY !? @ caution 2.0 [/color]. [/blockquote][/size] [/center] |
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Post by TREVOR RYLAND MATHIS on Nov 23, 2010 18:43:55 GMT -5
 Trevor was beyond out of his mind with boredom. He was almost to the point of going to watch a kid's movie just to have something to do, it was just that bad. Ben was off writing somewhere. Ivan was off...doing whatever it was that Ivan did. Oliver was off...doing whatever the hell he wanted to do. Carina was...he didn't know. They were all preoccupied, he was sure, and he needed something to do. Ugh. Boredom honestly sucked, hardcore. With a shake of his head, he shoved his hands into his pockets as he walked down the sidewalk of the campus, looking for something to occupy himself with. Whether it be a person or an object, he didn't care. He could have gone out on the town but there was never anything good down that way until it was late at night. And, at the moment, it was only early afternoon. Dammit. With a sigh, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and fiddled with it for a moment before hastily shoving it back into his pocket and continuing to walk down the sidewalk, surprised that there wasn't more people taking up space in the L Block at this hour. With a shrug, he spotted a bookstore up ahead and grinned to himself.
Trevor knew that he didn't seem like the reading type but he absolutely loved it. The hobby was definitely up there with his love for films and Doritos, no doubt about that one. He didn't give off the persona of a bookworm but deep down, he truly was. Benjamin knew this but he'd never really said anything about it other than when the two of them were talking about books and exchanging them when one finished something interesting. Trevor rather enjoyed this quiet part of his life and he figured he would never tire of it. Walking up to the door, he slipped his hand from his pocket and touched the cool metal of the door handle as he grabbed onto it and swung the door open, walking through just as the bell attached to it tinkled in welcome. Trevor stopped for a moment to look around and realized that there weren't many people around. Good. He noticed a few in the corner who were reading but that was about it. That was until his eyes rested on an unfamiliar figure, just as she lept into the air in an attempt to grab something above her head. In comparison to the shelves, and Trevor himself, she was rather short. With a small chuckle, not at her, but his observation, he nonchalantly headed over, approaching just as she prepared herself for another launch.
Looking up, he realized that she was trying to get a hold of a calculator that was just out of her reach. Placing a gentle, staying hand on her shoulder to keep from launching herself back into the air, he stepped forward and reached up, easily grabbing hold of the object, thanks to his 6'4 height. Bringing his hand back down, the calculator secured in his palm, he extended it to her. "I think you were wanting this." he commented with a charming, almost boyish grin. "I'm Trevor. And you are?" he asked, rather politely as he remembered his manners and his southern upbringing.
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Post by DANE VIVIAN DARLING on Nov 23, 2010 20:43:36 GMT -5
Frustrated, Dane had made up her mind that she would rip down the whole shelf if that's what it took to have the calculator in her possession. She debated, mentally, coming back in a pair of six inch heels, but she wasn't sure she would be able to walk very well in them. Was the calculator worth breaking her ankle over? Sadly, she almost thought that it was.
Only nanoseconds away from trying to bounce up off the floor again, Dane felt a breath very close behind her back followed by a hand over her shoulder and she would have jumped out of her skin if it wasn't for the little southern twang she could detect in the voice connected to the hand. It reminded her of home and she felt her stomach ache out of homesickness.
Slowly, she turned around to look up at the guy behind her, a Southern knight in casual clothes reaching for her calculator for her. Her blue eyes brightened up as her head leaned all the way back to look up at him, he was gorgeous, with or without the voice. His accent just made him ooze even more sexiness. Dane felt her throat begin to dry up as her knees knocked together beneath the hem of her dress once.
“Oh, uh, yeah I was...” Tucking hair behind her ears frantically, she smiled and forgot her manners for a second and took the calculator from his hand between her dainty spider fingers. “Thank you so much.” Her own southern belle voice came out of her mouth like melted butter. Taking her eyes off of Trevor, finally, she stared down and studied the calculator in it's case. She would forever love it for it let her stand right next to one of the best looking men she had ever laid eyes on. “Gorgeous.” The word just breathed right out from her mouth, her brain grabbing hold of her tongue and getting the best of her. She didn't mean to say that, though, and her cheeks flushed a lobster shade of red and Dfane shifted her eyes away from Trevor's quickly so she could compose herself. “I mean, my name is Dane.” She corrected, chuckling under her breath at herself. One hand at her side, holding the calculator, she reached up to shake his hand. “You're my calculator hero.” Like a dork, she joked.
"talking looks like this. k ??" [/size] i stand at ten feet tall but its only 407. sometimes i feel like a goddess while wearing this pretty little outfit. of course i need to talk to trevor. this picture of perfection is totally incomplete. in the end i just say this hello!. don't forget we made this REAL SLIM SHADY !? @ caution 2.0 [/color]. [/blockquote][/size] [/center] |
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Post by TREVOR RYLAND MATHIS on Nov 24, 2010 16:11:42 GMT -5
As he walked over and plucked the calculator down from it's precarious height, Trevor couldn't believe his luck. He looked at the girl next to him as he brought his hand down, the prize clutched within it, and realized that she beautiful. He knew it wasn't right to stare, and he assured himself that he wasn't, but he just couldn't take his eyes off of her. As he held out the instrument to her, he made a witty comment about it. Or, at least, he thought it was clever on his part. The two stood there for a moment as she nervously spoke up, confirming that she had indeed been trying to get a hold of the object he held out to her. She took it from his hand and then thanked him. "No problem." he told her with another smile. Trevor introduced himself, using his first name. He then asked for hers in return. He noticed that she had a bit of a southern accent, just as he did, and he wondered where she hailed from. It definitely wasn't from around here, Trevor knew that much. Curiously, he chewed over that for a moment, tempted to ask her about it when he got the chance.
He heard the word 'gorgeous' being uttered and he wasn't sure if that was actually her name or what. But then she spoke up once more and said that her name was Dane. Trev grinned to himself, knowing that he had a nickname for her. Gorgeous. Hey, she had picked it out, had she not? She then joked with him, calling him her calculator hero. Trevor laughed, finding the name cute. "All in a day's work." he said with a mock bow. "It was my pleasure to serve you, Gorgeous." He grinned charmingly. "Do you need any more help?" he asked, shoving his hands into his pockets as he looked at her. He wasn't sure what else to say to her at the moment but he didn't want to just walk away, not when he felt that he had a chance for something here. He mulled over why he had heard her utter the word gorgeous, if he had even heard right, and came to the conclusion that she had to have been talking about the calculator. No, that wasn't right, he told himself. It had to have been him. But, no, he wasn't really all that special, was he?
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Post by DANE VIVIAN DARLING on Nov 29, 2010 18:16:21 GMT -5
As if on cue, Dane giggled at his joke about reaching the math instrument for her, claiming it was just all in a day’s work. Her eyes couldn’t seem to find any sort of exit from his, but mentally, she just prayed that she didn’t look like a bubbly and bumbling idiot in front of him. Dane was a little worried that she might sound like one of this hair twirling, bubble gum chewing, mini-skirt wearing idiots that laugh at everything a guy utters, even when they’re talking about their dog dying. Still, Trevor didn’t leave and that had to be something of a good sign. Dane wasn’t sure; she hadn’t acquired very many skills in the flirting department. She was an ace everywhere else, but when it came to boys, she was like the love child of a nervous squirrel and an innocent bunny rabbit.
It went downhill when he called her ‘Gorgeous’, though. Dane couldn’t even manage to let out her childish giggle, her eyes folded over and she stared at the tips of her shoes again, past the calculator in her hands. It wasn’t like people hadn’t told her she was pretty before because they had, but Dane had never believed them. Still, what would Trevor have to tell her that for? They didn’t know one another, so he wouldn’t just lie. Maybe, he was kidding. She glanced back up and feigned a small smile, pretending to go along with the joke.
“Well, the highlighters are all within arm’s reach for munchkins like myself.” It was nice that the school sometimes thought about those vertically challenged, Dane thought. “But, thank you. I think I’m just going to pick up some food or something and head back to my dorm to study.” She held up the calculator that he’d brought down for her, showing it to him for a moment. “All thanks to you. When I finish my assignment, I’ll make sure to add, ‘Special Thanks to Trevor from the Bookstore’.” She joked, hoping that wasn’t as lame as she thought it was after it left her mouth.
"talking looks like this. k ??" [/size] i stand at ten feet tall but its only 350. sometimes i feel like a goddess while wearing this pretty little outfit. of course i need to talk to trevor. this picture of perfection is totally incomplete. in the end i just say this hello!. don't forget we made this REAL SLIM SHADY !? @ caution 2.0 [/color]. [/blockquote][/size] [/center] |
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