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 Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2008 7:28 pm
"Calm down. Freaking out is going to make it bleed more." Cyrea had figured out that she was part of the problem and had let go for now. "Hang on, I'll see what I have in my bag." Cyrea crawled slowly toward her shoulder bag. Rifling through it, the best thing she could find was an old strap of a shirt she kept for something like this and a packet of tissues. She pulled it back and appeared in front of Nick again. "Here. I'm working with what I've got, but it's not much." She unwrapped the tissues and started to clean up the blood.
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2008 7:41 pm
Nick was forcing himself to calm himself down and he just shut his eyes. When she was back he noticed that she was carrying something thinking about something, and unsure about what she was going to do. He had his backpack down here somewhere but he wasn't quite sure where it was.
When he started cleaning him up he just stayed still.
"Thanks," he said.
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Posted: Sat Jun 21, 2008 11:11 am
Cyrea wasn't sure quite what to say to that. She could say 'you're welcome', but that seemed a bit off. 'No problem' was obviously a lie, since that amount of blood was seriously stressing her out. So instead she just nodded and finished cleaning it up. She then used the strap of whatever it was and tied it around his arm.
Fairly tightly.
But he wasn't going to die of blood loss.
So all was good.
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Posted: Sat Jun 21, 2008 9:38 pm
Nick had relaxed a bit when the strap was placed on, staring at the bottom of the desk in wonderment for how he'd gotten stuck here with one of the last people he ever wanted to get stuck with. He would have to brace himself for rumors the following day because people would find out that they had been together for however long it took to rescue them. He was just hoping to god it wouldn't be more than an hour or two.
"Are you scared at all?" he asked, wanting to comfort her but too afraid to touch her since she was essentially way out of his league.
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Posted: Mon Jul 07, 2008 7:46 pm
"Hm? Not really. I used to travel with my parents, so I've been in my dose of severe weather. This isn't too bad in comparison, actually." Cyrea observed her work, then looked up toward the table bottom. "What about you?" She lay back and stared face up at the wood, her arms crossed over her stomach.
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Posted: Thu Jul 10, 2008 10:13 am
"I haven't experienced much 'sever weather'," he said but I'm used to the ocasional high winds or earth quake. He had grown up here after all and it was what he was used to so it was really no big deal. He let out a sigh after a moment and let his eyes shut. He did not want to be here right now, it was awkward and uncomfortable, yet at the same time he liked it.
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Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2008 6:53 am
"OK. Makes sense." Cyrea counted the pieces of gum that were stuck underneath the table wood. "Well. They sure are taking a while." She knew that it was only normal for them to take an hour or two, but she could sense his awkwardness and it was only natural that she wanted to help. That was what she did.
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2008 4:33 pm
He had closed his eyes by now since he was trying to imagine just what was going on. He seemed unsure of himself briefly but he grinned to himself when he once again realized that he was with the one person that he was really interested in at school. "Is there anything I can fix besides my glasses," he questioned. "Maybe a more stylish hair cut or something..."
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2008 4:54 pm
"I don't know about hair-you'd have to ask Kona about that-but I think you'd look better in darker clothes."
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2008 9:08 pm
"I really don't want to seem like the brooding type and the button down shirts are really easy to accessorize and match just about any pair of jeans," he admitted. His mind was reeling though for possibilities to just make himself look more attractive so then maybe she might like his outer appearance and actually talk to him about interesting things, like movies, music, and philosophy.
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