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Post by boingpop on Apr 10, 2007 21:07:10 GMT -5
"I don't really pay attention." Jean admitted sort of laughing. "At least not to that." He scratched his head and shrugged. "But she's really hot? " He asked rhetorically, sitting up and laughing softly to himself. "Girls aren't really my speed... but if I see a," He lowered his voice to a mockingly 'jock' tone "Really hot", he made a short laugh, " girl I'll tell her you were asking." Realizing he might've given away more than he'd wanted in his actions which were aimed more to amuse himself than anything else. He sort of stiffened, glancing away for a moment realizing Ian being drunk could be good or bad in such a situation.
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Post by Ian Flanagan on Apr 10, 2007 21:22:28 GMT -5
Ian really did wish Killy would show up at that moment to alleviate his sense of disorientation; he was chaotic enough that with the effect of the alcohol he didn't really notice what Jean had implied. "I didn't . . . " he whispered, not even sure what he was talking about; the words just slipped from his lips without a clear source. He'd been in a fine mood for a moment, nearly manic with the lack of misery, and it had cascaded downward quickly; he fought to stop any further descent. "I wasn't . . . " He stared at the bottle of wine and sighed, picking it up and sipping it far more delicately, tasting it and not guzzling like before. "Yes, the ocean is very nice." Ian shrugged and sighed loudly, the base of the bottle on his knee as he looked drunkenly at the appearing stars, which had decided, apparently, that for tonight they had no wish to remain stationary and swirled about in dizzying little arcs as he looked at them.
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Post by boingpop on Apr 10, 2007 21:27:13 GMT -5
Jean sighed, relieved that the entire thing had hit alcohol and dissipated, or at least it seemed so. He looked at the fire for a white then turned to see Ian, "Think you should go rest or something? You're libel to fall into the fire like that." He watched as Ian looked at the stars. " 'can see 'em every night." He added remembering Ian's first few comments to him. He'd grown, as was common, slightly attached to the idea of a friendship with Ian. He found him completely strange, yet, he didn't know many people he could call friends, and Ian didn't seem to mind the idea himself.
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Post by Ian Flanagan on Apr 10, 2007 21:38:21 GMT -5
"Normally they don't dance like that," Ian replied, unsure of whether that was a good thing, as staring at them didn't make him feel all that fantastic. He swallowed suddenly and brought his head back down, rubbing at his face which felt warm. "I'm fine, thanks. I think I shouldn't tilt my head like that anymore though . . ." His hand slid to cover his mouth briefly as his stomach argued with the alcohol, but it passed, bringing back that light and airy warmth.
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Post by boingpop on Apr 10, 2007 21:47:22 GMT -5
Jean nodded lightly, "Suit yourself..." He said sitting up. He sighed and stood. "Well don't kill yourself." He added brushing himself off. "I'll be off then, paper to write..." He found the sandal he'd lost in the sand and slipped it on. "Night." He said as he walked away from Ian and the fire. He'd wanted to get away, still slightly nervous about before. He didn't think Ian had any real idea of anything, he would probably forget everything come the hangover, but being safe was best. As he got further away he disappeared into dark.
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Post by Maia Rothschild on Apr 12, 2007 16:30:21 GMT -5
Maia at a bonfire party? Something must be wrong. The young teacher was dressed up as a regular college student, hoping that the disguise would cover up the fact that she was the Curses, Hexes, and Dark Rituals professor. Maia always loved a good party, and knew that if any of the students recognized her, they'd probably leave. She wore a pretty dress and sandals combo, the sand squishing in between her toes. In the dark light, she would probably be mistaken for somebody else. It was a shame Maia had gone into teaching; she really was quite beautiful. Her blond hair was held up in a pretty bun behind her head and her eyes; well, her eyes were the thing she was trying to draw little attention to. The two were different coloured, so if there was anything she'd be recognized by, it would be that. Maia sighed and found herself reminiscing about the 'good 'ol days' when she herself had been a student at Knockwood. it was only a few years ago, but it felt like forever. She walked through the tall grash and stepped onto the beach, heading towards the party. She smiled at the bonfire, her eyes glimmering and hair shining. She glanced at Ian, her favorite student (she pretended that she didn't play favorites). Maia strolled casually by and stood in front of the huge flame, her thin body tiny in comparison. OOC: wtf is this thing!?! ---> [rand=4229258785226673856973119939830499146585813974227371955764584277] |
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Post by Zachariah Moore on Apr 13, 2007 14:00:24 GMT -5
Zack only shrugged reaching for another beer and laying across the sand He looked up noticing the teacher who had kicked him out of class. He made a face before laying back and downing the beer.
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Post by Brandon Diggorced on Apr 13, 2007 22:12:27 GMT -5
Brandon followed Zack's gaze and found it upon a new girl standing by the corner. "Hmm...." he said quietly to himself. "So little zacky's got himself another one." He shrugged, not really caring anymore, his only goal was to get drunk, and if possible, laid.
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Post by Zachariah Moore on Apr 14, 2007 1:04:03 GMT -5
Zack looked at Brandon. "huh?" He laid back down in the sand. "Lexi isnt looking half bad." He smirked.
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Post by Lexi Summers on Apr 14, 2007 19:33:00 GMT -5
Lexi wandered back to the party at this point, after going off to retrieve her clothes, and just caught Zack's comment. She couldn't help rolling her eyes as she sat down next to him again. "Oh, thanks." she said sarcastically, though grinning. "You're not so bad yourself."
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Post by Zachariah Moore on Apr 16, 2007 8:55:40 GMT -5
He looked over at Lexi and smiled. "You don't have to tell me love, I know."
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Post by Lexi Summers on Apr 16, 2007 14:30:10 GMT -5
"Modest, too. Wow, whatever did I do to deserve talking to someone like you?" she asked, her tone still sarcastic as she finished off her beer, rolling her eyes again.
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Post by Zachariah Moore on Apr 17, 2007 8:48:44 GMT -5
Zack only laughed good heartidly. "Oh, perhaps it's your soft and friendly nature."
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Post by Lexi Summers on Apr 17, 2007 14:49:21 GMT -5
"Must be." she decided, nodding firmly, then broke out into a grin. "I'd say my bark is much worse than my bite, but it really isn't, so I can't even say anything to reassure you."
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Post by Zachariah Moore on Apr 18, 2007 8:44:44 GMT -5
Zack laughed. "That's okay. I like my women feisty." He winked.
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