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 Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2008 7:21 pm
"Maybe I am. I happen to love that movie." Once Ivie turned her back, he did the mature thing and stuck his tongue out. Haha.
Weirdo.
Past the vultures and near the peacocks, Nye seemed to be victim to many a picking-on from the usually humble Ivie Callaghan. Deciding to take it in stride and as a perfect lever for his first move in this intricate chess game of sorts Nye just chuckled and casually, ever so casually, none of that movie-stretching crap, swung his arm around Ivie's shoulders and kept it there. "Sorry, not pink enough for me."
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2008 7:25 pm
Well it really didn't help that Nye as she knew him was an awfully easy target. He was a hairdresser, liked clothing and spent longer than her in the bathroom, what wasn't there to tease? At least it was keeping Ivie away from darker thoughts.
Nye must have planned correctly because, other than glancing at him with a smile, Ivie seemed to pay no mind to the man being closer to her, instead leading them over to the flamingos. Heck, she evne wiggled a little to get more comfy. "One of these, then? You're leggy enough."
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2008 7:29 pm
It kept him looking gorgeous and gave him something to do in the mornings. Not that he wanted Ivie to spend more time in the bathroom. Girls with her complexion looked terrible with too much makeup on, and she was pretty anyways.
Nye scrutinized the flamingos in the most exaggerated manner possible. "Can we... cross-breed these with the peacocks? Because then we'll have hit the mark on me, Doctor Callaghan," he said with the most interesting English accent possible. Obviously, someone never looked to studying linguistics.
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2008 7:34 pm
The pretty comment would have been disbelieved by Miss Ivie and objected to, so it was quite lucky Nye hadn't said it out loud. Besides, Ivie was horribly pale; if she covered up her freckles with foundation she'd look even more ghost-like than she already did, and that would end up scaring the patients. Can't have that, now can we.
Not that any of her patients really cared what she looked like.
Leaning against him a little, Ivie had to laugh at the accent, hitting his shoulder gently. "You accent, Mr Hemmingway, is very poor and reminds one of some colonial waif." Apparently, Ivie could pull off the English accent. Who'd have thought?
"Besides," she continued, dropping her voice back to normal. "I doubt, anatomically, that would even work." Strange, strange mental pictures of peacocks with long legs came to mind.
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2008 7:55 pm
Nye laughed. Colonial waif, that was a new one. Clever, but definitely new. The one thing Nye could pull off, one would discover, was an Irish accent. And he wasn't even Irish!
Well, maybe some miniscule part.
"I'm afraid ye've injured my shoulder, lass." He rubbed the, uh, 'sore spot' where Ivie so gently hit him in the most exaggerated way he could muster up. Definitely one for drama.
Anatomically? Who cared about anatomy. "Well, ditch your anatomy classes for a second and go to a land of pure imagination!" Nye had, unfortunately, sunk to Willy Wonka references. What next?
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2008 8:04 pm
"Oh, you might be able to keep your arm. Doctor's diagnosis." Ivie retorted, leaning up to rub where she'd just 'hit'. That should please you, Nye, she's touching you willingly. "You probably don't want to see what my mind's coming up with, it's rather disturbing!
Moving away to look at another cage, Ivie took Nye's wrist and tugged him after her. This was a far smaller pen, full of small, finch-like creatures who flittered around, somewhat pathetically. Ivie sighed quietly, murmering. "Guess these would be me."
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2008 8:11 pm
The willing contact did please him, but Nye was afraid that it was friend-minded contact instead of something a little more intuition-based. Still, it'd do.
Nye was always a big fan of finches and parakeets. They were small, colorful, and sang nicely. Who doesn't love them, you know? "Why would you say that?" Nye almost-mumbled. His brain was a bit preoccupied thinking about why these birds, for their large number, didn't get a bigger cage.
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2008 8:20 pm
It had been friends contact. Nye would have to do something a little more obvious to make Ivie realise he was trying to get in her pants. Apparently spoiling her hadn't quite prompted off those braincells. Strange, that. Perhaps she honestly believed what Nye had said on their first not-date. He wasn't out for that.
Silly Ivie.
"Oh...no reason." Finches were frail, flighty and prone to distress when left on their own. They also tended to panic. Ivie's smile had dropped though Nye, standing behind her, probably couldn't see it.
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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2008 10:17 pm
Oh Ivie, be patient. Nye's plans were just beginning to unravel. It isn't quite your pants he's after juuust yet.
"That green one over there kinda reminds me of you," he said nonchalantly as he pointed over to a chirping bird near the side of the cage. Smaller than most, but green as a gem. "And not only 'cause you look good in green. It's a bit of a paradox, hanging out with all the big birds and singing with all the others. Just kinda... hanging out. Do you sing, Miss Callaghan?"
Nye knew he couldn't. He liked to avoid kareoke places by all means, unless he was going there to watch or meet clients or something. His school credits came from the saxophone, thankyouverymuch. More commonly, by hormonal teenagers, called the 'sex-o-phone'. And there was the trumpet, too.
... Thinking of all those musical instruments made Nye recall that tambourine he had somewhere in his house. Huh.
"I wonder if they've got those big parrots in this place..."
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Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2008 1:40 am
Oh please, Ivie wasn't being impatient. Nye's romanitic interests in her hadn't even been picked up. All his attention was just him being an incredibly friend, that's all.
But really, what was he after if not her pants?
"Green dosen't clash with my hair..." Ivie replied quietly, almost in her own defence for picking that colour. A small chuckle escaped her. "Just hanging with the big birds, huh. I guess that sums it up."
She turned away from the birds, almost smacking straight into Nye's chest as he stood behind her. Looking up, she shrugged a little, a very small smile on her face. "I used to, yeah...not since I left school though." Not since she'd begun dating Butch, but that hardly needed to be said. Ivie was a mezzo-soprano, quite a useful range to be in, but rather unpolished due to lack of use.
Pepping herself up, somewhat obviously, the red-head gave Nye's sleeve a bit of a tug. "Well, Mr Hemmingway, if memory serves me correctly they were further inside..."
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2008 12:25 pm
The pants come later, don't you worry.
Nye didn't hear the hair bit, and if he had, he'd use his hairdresser rights to tease her for the rest of forever. Hairdressers do have certain rights, you know. Anyways.
"Ah, well then. I'm gonna have to be sure to drag you to a kareoke place on one of our future outings. Perhaps a warmer one." Nye had stopped singing back in Middle School, when he had heard himself in the shower. Seldom ever did he sing along with the radio. He had decided to spare Lizzie the torture.
Deciding to ignore Ivie's obvious attempt at happiness, Nye began walking in the direction he was tugged. "You know, I always wanted to find a gray one of those. With the scientific engineering these days, I won't be surprised if they do, though." After all, they were interbreeding flowers and cloning and making all sorts of stuff that hasn't been found in nature. What's stopping them from making a monochrome parrot?
But that was a debate for another time.
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2008 10:30 pm
Ivie would just have to wear skirts more often, then.
"A kareoke place? Aren't they really sleezy?" Obviously she'd never been to the pink and red one Osi frequents with her friends. "Besides, you'd have to sing too. I'm not singing for a whole hour by myself." Because she wasn't quite sure she wanted to listen to herself for that long. Rusty would be one way to describe her voice at the moment. Very rusty.
The parrot enclosure was in the middle of the complex. Sheltered away from any chill they might have felt near the doors, the colourful birds flittered around inside their lush prison, squarking away merrily. They didn't seem to mind that they were enclosed in a tall mesh tube; they had their food, they had their health, they were just chilling.
"I wouldn't want a grey one." Ivie decided after a few minutes of watching. "I don't think they'd be as happy in grey. That and it'd be horrible for camoflage, don't you think?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2008 10:43 pm
"It'd stand out to me without contacts, at least," Nye joked as he watched the birds. He really was not kidding when he said that his eyesight was completely shot. That, and he sucked at paying attention to anything insignificant.
"I'd sing if you brought earmuffs." Ah, Nye. You make everything funny, don't you? Cheery as a ... cheery thing, Nye comforted himself in knowing that he was warm and safe and there were pretty, content birds fluttering in front of him. "I wonder if a parrot'd be good at kareoke..."
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2008 10:56 pm
"They'd hog the mic." Ivie quickly countered with a giggle, imagining a sleeping sofa of zoo creatures as a Parrot rabbited on with a mic doing it's own little stand-up skit. "And all the other animals would get bored and never invite him again..."
Yes, sometimes a bit of what Ivie went on about didn't quite make sense. It was the problem of speaking without thinking, which was what Ivie was doing right now. She was busy letting a parrot nibble her finger, which she was holding up to the cage. "You think they miss...wherever it is they come from?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 26, 2008 1:25 am
Nye chuckled at the image. A bright parrot with a top hat, belting out New York, New York in that weird squawky voice of his while all the animals sit around making bets no how long it would take for him to run out of breath. Apparently, Ivie Callaghan was quite the simple-minded creature. Definitely a good contrast.
"You know, I doubt most of them were even born in their native habitat. Probably bred here at the zoo, and all," he guessed. After all, the pandas reproduced in zoos and stuff. Why couldn't parrots lay eggs that would never see the warm sunshine of their... deforestated habitats? How disappointing. "I've heard about animals getting depressed if they get taken away too early in their lifetimes, and starving themselves even if food is offered. Thank goodness Lizzie isn't like that."
The last morbid thought left the atmosphere a little heavy, so Nye decided to take the third exhibit from this one. He took Ivie's hand in his and began leading her off in the direction of the Lorikeet cage, which just happened to be the third from the parrots. "I think you used to be able to feed these guys."
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