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Post by lazy on Jan 11, 2007 0:05:07 GMT 1
Kai stared at the ice cream truck a few yards away. There he was, in his usual outfit consisting of two T-Shirts, a pair of frayed jeans, and worn out AF1's. Nothing special, really. Just the kind of clothes an urban maggot would wear. He looked at the truck and sighed. He had money, but he wasn't sure if he should be squandering it on something he didn't quite need. But... it's ice cream....
He was perched on the bench in an odd position, crouched on it, rather than sitting. In addition, his shoes were also removed from his feet, instead lying on the ground on its side. Beside him was a small structure made of multi-colored blocks, commonly known as Lego's. Kai clicked a piece into place and looked again at the ice cream truck.
I'm going to hate myself for this.
He got up and left his toys behind, putting on his shoes half-way and walking over to the line leading to the truck. What a hot day. In the middle of January? It's almost as though God is telling us to enjoy what we can before he melts the ice caps and kills us all. He almost laughed, but restrained himself.
"I'd like a cup of cookies and cream ice cream, please...." he said softly, looking inside the ice cream truck. I've never seen the inside of an ice cream truck. It's so cool! A large cup suddenly appeared in his face, and he graciously accepted it, flipping two dollar bills over onto the counter.
Great, he thought sullenly, as he walked back over to his seat, only to find someone sitting there already, tinkering with his sutff.
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Post by Valencia Donahue on Jan 12, 2007 6:27:56 GMT 1
There was always something nice about this particular playground. It was one of the few that actually had swings Valencia “fitted” in, whereas most other playgrounds either lack swings or simply didn’t have swings that were suspended high enough. This one had a couple of swings and it was this one off to the side away from the shorter swings that she favored the most. After swinging for a while now, smiling quietly to herself and enjoying herself, she reached the highest the swing could go. Not over, mind you, but you can say that she was at a 45 degree angle when she what she just did.
Valencia gripped the chains tightly, then rocked back so that her legs would be directly above her before she flipped backwards off the swing. She somersaulted for a split second in the air before landing on her feet into the sandbox. Perfect 10’s? Naah… No audience except for a few stray eyes here and there, but either way, it was a thrill before she decided to occupy her attention elsewhere.
Hmm… When was the last time I’ve played with Legos…? Years ago when I went on a trip to Legoland in San Diego…
The “blonde” with Asiatic descent wandered over to the bench and seated herself next to the pile of colorful blocks, looked around for its owner, then began to play with them a little, creating something random to get a feel for them first.
Such plaything that inspires inventive and creative thought shouldn’t be abandoned like this…
…And it wasn’t long until said owner arrived some time afterwards. Luckily, Valencia didn’t break any of the already built creations to make her own, but she tilted her head upwards to show that she at least acknowledged the other’s presence. Her eyes didn’t indicate that she was actually looking at the person, per se, but at least she showed that she gave some attention.
“Excuse me, would these happen to be yours? If they are, I do apologize for keeping them company until your return.”
((OOC: Vargleschnoot.))
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Post by lazy on Jan 14, 2007 1:52:22 GMT 1
Huh. Looks like there's Lego fans besides me in this city....
"It's quite alright," he said slowly, tasting the words before they left his mouth. She talks rather formally.... he thought, looking at the blonde girl, who seemed to be of Asian descent, and about Kai's age. Ah, yes. the craze among Asians for hair color other than black. He seated himself on the swing again, and began tinkering with his toys, feeling her eyes on his head. Another awkward silence. According to the joke among Middle Schoolers, a gay child is born everytime there's an awkward silence... in this city. He looked around, as though expecting an ambulance with a woman in labor inside, to speed by.
"So... Where're you from?" he asked, wanting to break the silence, one way or another. What better way than to get acquainted with that person?
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Post by Valencia Donahue on Jan 14, 2007 6:47:49 GMT 1
There were many ways to get acquainted so someone, some better than others, and to be truthful, Valencia has had her share of introductions first and didn’t mind a break in the cycle once in a while. She probably made the other individual uncomfortable, judging by how quiet things became and his sudden inquiry. Complete silence always did that. White noise is more preferred over abrupt sounds to restore normality, though. She gave the question some thought as she continued fitting blocks together and creating a do-hickey that resembled a scorpion, then found a way to answer it.
“Where I’m from… Hmm… You can say that I came from where the wind last left me. Otherwise, I’m a SanFran resident.”
After all, it was a tricky question to answer. She examined some pieces intently before sorting through the pile for a different piece to connect to her contraption. Valencia then searched her mind for the right words in a sentence of her own.
“As for you? May I ask which school you go to?”
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Post by lazy on Jan 16, 2007 2:35:28 GMT 1
"Hircine," Kai replied.
Wow. She's really formal. He bit his lower lip as he clicked the pieces together. His other hand absentmindedly reached for another spoonful of ice cream, only to find that the cup was empty. With a tiny shrug, he picked the cup up and threw it over his shoulder, where it landed cleanly into a green garbage can with a soft krsh noise. Well, she seems to think about what to say first. Doesn't seem to be that shy.... About my age, too.... He bit his thumb. Looks like a lot of Seniors are at Hircine.... wonder what the lower classmen are like. He clicked a few more pieces together, not looking at it.
He kept silent, not knowing what to say.
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Post by Valencia Donahue on Jan 17, 2007 3:30:19 GMT 1
“I’m not surprised. A good amount of people I meet nowadays attend the same school as I. It feels a bit odd finally getting to know someone you’ve probably seen each day of your life, but it’s something more people ought to accept.”
Valencia continued to work on her creation until it resembled a lizard of some sort. She thoroughly inspected her handiwork, then took it apart carefully after looking at the remaining pieces. She wasn’t bothered by the other’s presence, nor did she feel obligated to give introductions. For now, she was simply in her own little world, clicking pieces together. In this world, she observed that not too many people start conversations. She wasn’t exempt from this observation of course, but it always made her wonder about why that was so. In her case, if words weren’t needed, she’ll let her body language and actions do the talking… And hope that somehow, they’ll invoke thought and stir up something worthwhile to talk about, if that made any sense.
((OOC: Dinnertime soon…))
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Post by lazy on Jan 17, 2007 23:47:34 GMT 1
I guess she goes to the same school as me, then.
Kai's hand faltered for a moment. That's all it took for the delicate structure to tip off over the ledge towards its doom. As though in slow motion, Kai reflexively stuck out his leg and attempted to catch it. Bad move. Kai grimaced as the bulky structure hit his leg and exploded into an assortment of different colored pieces. Damn it. I can't blame any punks this time..... He stayed in his surprised position for a few seconds, and slowly relaxed. Slowly, he slipped off the bench and began picking the pieces up.
If I read her right, she'll start helping right about now....
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Post by Valencia Donahue on Jan 18, 2007 5:01:43 GMT 1
Now, if there’s something that people have learned whenever they came in contact with Valencia, it’s the fact of life that nothing is always as they seem. She may be tranquil and she may let her body language and actions do the talking, but by no means should one be able to always accurately predict what she will do next. Let’s be honest here, Valencia doesn’t know what’s being expected of her either unless it’s told to her face, so you can say that her actions are simply her actions. Genuine and coincidental. She heard Kai’s hand brush against the plastic structure and reacted quickly enough out of reflex to see that he tried to catch it with his foot.
I thought almost everybody knew that kicking and Legos don’t go well together unless it involves the Lego Soccer sets… Must’ve been impulse then.
The stranger figured correctly that Valencia was going to help, evident by how she set her thingamabob aside to bend down and pick some pieces up, but she helped her way. She picked up every single one of the pieces that strayed over to her side of the bench, then set them back where they belonged, leaving all the pieces on Kai’s side of the mess to be picked up on his own. Hey, they were within his reach, so he’s capable of cleaning up after himself a smidge, right? After all, Valencia still helped… Just her half, that’s all.
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Post by lazy on Jan 19, 2007 2:03:04 GMT 1
"Thank you," Kai mumbled, swept his side of the pieces rapidly into his backpack. Hmm. She picked up only the ones that were on her side. He thought for a moment, his cleaning slowing down. Maybe she's going against what people expect her to do. He swept the last of the bright-colored pieces of plastic into his bag. Well, I was expecting help. That's all. He turned his attention to the pieces of the chair and picked them up as well, letting them fall inside. Then he got to the pieces she'd put together.
"Uhhh... is it okay if I break it apart? I kinda have to go....," he mumbled, flipping his phone open to check the time. Yeah. It's lunch time!
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Post by Valencia Donahue on Jan 19, 2007 2:24:59 GMT 1
“Very well then.”
Valencia nodded and commenced in destroying what she made. She disassembled all the pieces and left them in a small pile before scooping them up, then dumping them into Kai’s plastic bag. Remember, she isn’t usually conscious of what others expect of her, good or bad, unless it’s pretty apparent. Whatever the case, her intentions behind whatever task she performs are typically out of good will and she hoped that at the very least, the stranger understood that. Once the ordeal of cleaning up was over, she nodded her farewell to him.
Noontime…
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