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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2008 7:03 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2008 7:14 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2008 7:36 pm
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He saw and heard someone coming through the trees. A splash of pink, just like him! "Hello?" he called hopefully. The teen moved toward her rustling with his heart hammering. Now he was starting to feel a little warmer as his skin heated up with anticipation. Oh, please let him make a good impression.
When she emerged, he stared in astonishment. He hadn't realized that she was an adult. Suddenly, it became even more important that he make his best impression possible. And she was pretty. He really liked that pink of her skin and the sparkles. Her brown hair was really nice too....Not that Jazz or Haru or Tristen weren't pretty either. There were all pretty. Jazz was the prettiest. But this girl--no, woman--was nice too. Trager, right? That's a nice name. Yeah, Trager was pretty. But Jazz was prettier...maybe. Haru was really pretty...so was Tristen.
All of these thoughts left him looking a little dumbstruck when he saw her. Sheepishly, he bowed and offered her the flowers. "I wanted to find some real ones, but...you know, they don't grow right now." He wished that he didn't feel so hot right now. "I hope you like what I could get you, though...Trager."
(This is his journal. Meant to post his picture earlier: http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=9307293 )
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2008 7:50 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2008 8:01 pm
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He brightened up, offering a hopeful smile. "Gee, you're welcome." After an uncomfortable pause, he said, "Um, you want to go inside? It's really cold out here with all the snow and such. I don't really like the cold, actually, so it was a little stupid of me to suggest that we meet out here because it's so chilly that it'll freeze your fingers off. I like it when it's warm, but I don't like it when it's too warm because there was this one time when I got so hot and, and...." His face burned when he realized that he was babbling. Unable to meet her eyes, he said childishly, "You're really pretty...."
No, that's not the right thing to say. He looked up, swallowing. "You...you're beautiful. Um...you remind me of flowers. Like Chrysanthemums. You know, the light pink ones. I think there are light pink ones. Well, you look like that." Another uncomfortable pause. "I don't do dates often."
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2008 8:11 pm
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Trager opened her mouth to respond to him, but he kept going. She kept trying to say something, but it was clear that he was really nervous and it wasn't going to happen. Trager wasn't about to just shut him up so she let him babble. She smiled and rested a hand on his shoulder to calm him down. "That's a good idea, lets go inside." She giggled at the unexpected complement. "Thank you, so are..." No, guys weren't pretty, what were they then? "... you ready to go inside?" she quickly fixed her sentence while she tried to think of a more appropriate adjective.
"No I don't really know what a... one of those flowers looks like." Trager told Hyacinthus. "Flowers are pretty, but I don't know there names." She wasn't quite sure if she wanted to with how long their names were. Sure the names were as beautiful as the flower, but it made looking at flowers a lot more complicated when it was such a simple activity. "I don't date often either." she told him, hoping that would make him feel better, but she wasn't about to tell him that it was only her second.
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2008 8:31 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2008 8:44 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2008 9:01 am
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