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Post by Tyler Dias on Apr 6, 2007 4:19:23 GMT -5
Pushing through a glass door, he entered the sun room with slight reluctance for the heat and light. The glare that his extra sensitive eyes paid no mercy to, refracted off every single panel since the place was like a greenhouse, making him shut his eyes.
It felt like his once dilated pupils had too speedily constricted and it hurt enough to give him stars in place of proper vision, when he reopened his eyes. All this, he wouldn't like to have let Charlotte see but it was inevitable and he had to spin around to adjust to the brightness from the previous darkness they had walked out of.
It was just a natural painful reaction because he hated day time too much and preferred to stay indoors or only went out when the sun was covered by clouds or when no rays gleamed; but he was learning to get used to it so this was nothing.
Pausing, he turned back around and opened a window which looked almost no different from the rest of the room and looked at Charlotte.
"Better than the corridor?"
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Post by Charlotte Loper on Apr 12, 2007 12:47:58 GMT -5
As the sun beamed down on her golden curls, they began to shine, and yet still heat seemed to shoot down her body. Charlotte looked up into the sky, but seemed to be cursed by the sun, and felt her hand instantly reaching up to cover her eyes. She let out a slight gasp, and dragged her body into the room.
The light was not much better, but seemed to have toned down a little, yet the heat was still scorching. She removed her hand from her eyes, and managed to re-open them slowly. The contrast from the dark shades to light were almost shocking.
Charlotte listened closely to his words, although only short, "M-Mhmm, yes, definately," she nodded firmly to him, letting out a content sigh.
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Post by Tyler Dias on Apr 13, 2007 2:35:03 GMT -5
"Definitely a whole lot brighter than where we were earlier, but it's not too bad?"
His eyes were kept squinted now as he noticed her reaction toward the sunlight, being quite the opposite of his even when she was experiencing the same glaring feeling. Her hair was even more golden now, as he noticed and shone, bouncing along her shoulders, looking elegant though not quite tidy.
He wondered if she was actually finding it stuffy in here, not knowing why she had sighed and carried on to say something she would just shrug at.
"I never thought it possible to stay in a room like this for long...Same goes for greenhouses."
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Post by Charlotte Loper on Apr 14, 2007 5:21:11 GMT -5
Charlotte nodded slightly at his first words. She began to rest her back on the glass, but removed it quickly as it stung from the heat. She looked around the room, it was pretty empty, except a few chairs and a large table. She pushed her hair back behind her shoulders.
She looked back up at him, as he said something a little hard to reply to, she shrugged, "Yeah, I guess so..." she mumbled. Somehow in the different environment they seemed to be distant once again.
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Post by Tyler Dias on Apr 16, 2007 10:44:22 GMT -5
"You're going to go back as if we just met?"
He asked casually, with an air of indifference because their meeting had been a pleasant one and it wouldn't be difficult to replay it over again. Only, what was the point now that they had gone through that normally tidious process?
There was something about her quietness that he didn't touch on but made him wonder as to why she could be so distant with him. It might have just been a hard hit on the nail to state so flatly what was happening, but he did anyway and went over to the centre of the room and looked as directly as he could upwards.
"We don't really have much to talk about though, i know."
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Post by Charlotte Loper on Apr 17, 2007 12:54:17 GMT -5
Charlotte shook her head at both comments, letting out a slight murmur of a laugh. "I'm sorry, I just get nervous, again, it's who I am," she stated, "I'll calm down, I'm sorry," she apologised, unessesarily. She watched him move over, but decided to keep her place, about a meter away from the door. Her hair fell upon her face. She waited for a response.
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Post by Tyler Dias on Apr 28, 2007 8:24:23 GMT -5
"Nah, there's nothing to be sorry about. You're calm enough, really. . .maybe i need to calm down abit. At least curb the usual incessant need to speak or something. You'll have to excuse my 'ever excited self'."
What he said wasn't very reassuring, but it was almost all he could manage because nothing much of a subject or matter was coming to him as inspiration, or just a drive to speak.
The responses both gave each other were as blunt as it could get, like they had just met, the same way, reacting similarly as they had, back from down the corridor. That was partially what had kept him silent, for what seemed to be forever.
"It's good to be yourself though."
He did notice that she had chosen to remain where she was; a solitary figure, with an aura that didn't quite match that of the sunlight that bounced and created the shine in her hair, that he kept wanting to remark on, for no particular reason.
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Post by Charlotte Loper on Apr 28, 2007 11:53:06 GMT -5
Charlotte just nodded, shuffling in her place, why had they come down here? To let him zone out? A strange thing to ask for, but she seemed to do well at it. "So, are you ready to, zone out?!" she asked, in a somewhat creepy voice. Taking a step nearer to him, "I prefer to sit down," she stated, edging to a chair.
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Post by Tyler Dias on Apr 29, 2007 10:14:18 GMT -5
"Zone out? hah, okay..."
He squinted an eye at her and then tried to zone out, somewhat disturbed and moved by her creepy voice. It seemed to call him to do something out of the ordinary, but he couldn't place a thought on it, for too long, without having distractions rush through the zoning process.
Truly, she had confused him with the edging to the chair and the whole hair fallen in front of her, shielding her face look.
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Post by Charlotte Loper on Apr 29, 2007 10:19:45 GMT -5
Charlotte frowned at the situation. Instead of zoning out with him, she watched. He couldn't sdo it properly, it was as if he wasn't even trying. "Are you distracted?" she asked softly. Stepping back also, but leaving the hair infont of her face.
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Post by Tyler Dias on Apr 29, 2007 10:27:42 GMT -5
Her resemblance to some gothic screen character, with the aura and hair was so much, he couldn't help staring again and then widened his eyes at her blocked frown which showed only so little from the frame of her hair. It was even kind of funny that he was looking at her in that way and comparing that theme to an obviously innocent her but a twisted side of him pushed a limit because he couldn't do the zoning out at all.
It was pathetic yet pressuring and he felt a splitting pain dash through to his temple, causing him to cover it with the palm of his hand.
"No.....not really...maybe.."
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Post by Charlotte Loper on Apr 29, 2007 10:31:53 GMT -5
She watched him, raise his hand to his temple, was there something wrong? "Are you okay?" she questioned, his face had changed in some ways, not in a good way, as if he had realised something. At this point she took a step nearer, as though to be more caring.
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Post by Tyler Dias on Apr 29, 2007 10:42:27 GMT -5
For a splitting second, he cast a glance at her nearing figure with a dark emphasis of warning but let that pass flittingly so she wouldn't notice- or so he hoped she hadn't.
The entire expression of pain and some sort of mysterious angst was enough to say that things weren't alright. She should shudder to think of what could be wrong as he fought back the calling of the time he owed; the recent vertigo and odd sensations were crawling into him again and he couldn't remember any reason for it.
He shook his head slightly, and shifted his hand across to his forehead before letting it drop down into his lap and stare at the floor in a shaken manner. "I...don't really know."
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Post by Charlotte Loper on Apr 29, 2007 10:46:33 GMT -5
"U-Uhm," she mumbled, gulping, quite loudly. What was going on? His mood had just so suddenly changed. She shiftedd in her spot, she felt incredibly uncomfortable, "Where does it hurt?" she could sense his pain somehow, but was not sure of what to do.
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Post by Tyler Dias on Apr 29, 2007 11:00:37 GMT -5
The quiet shuffling noise as she shifted told him her growing distress because she was uncomfortable; soon to be openly uncomfortable.
Lately, he had these dramatic mood swings and changes that had no foretelling and it was painful and painkilling; a complicated matter. "It just hurts randomly, inside..."
He remained where he sat and bent his head to shadow his face because he was blank and not wanting to show her a change, realising she could feel an awkward eerieness. "Somewhere, somehow...something."
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