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Posts by Nicolette Dupont
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[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= invisible; borderwidth= 0px; overflow: auto; width: 500px; font-family: verdana; color: --;][justify]Leonie saw Mathias join her from out of the corner of her eye, but she didn't want to look over at him. She felt it may have ruined whatever illusion of calm that they were experiencing in that moment, just standing there and staring out at the sky like they once had. That, of course, had been from the decks of vessels throughout history but she remembered many of those freezing nights spent together as though they had only happened a week ago.
"Do you hate me now?" she wondered out loud. She kept her gaze fixated stubbornly ahead as she spoke, refusing to so much as glance in his direction however tempting it was. -
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[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= invisible; borderwidth= 0px; overflow: auto; width: 500px; font-family: verdana; color: --;][justify] OOC: OMG love that song so much. My friend showed it to me at the beginning of the school year and I LOVE IT.
IC: Toma answered immediately. "Grande black coffee, please and thank you!" For years, coffee had been the one thing to help her get through heaps of endless work, so she knew just what she wanted and how she wanted it. Sometimes she would get soy vanilla lattes, but only if she had a bit of spare money or a sweet tooth. She had neither on that particular day. -
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[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= invisible; borderwidth= 0px; overflow: auto; width: 500px; font-family: verdana; color: --;][justify]OOC: It's Berwald, but Belward sounds so great omg
IC: Leonie felt her shoulders stiffen as he draped the blanket around her but they relaxed a moment later as she realized what it was. "Thanks." she mumbled. When she pulled back to tighten the blanket around herself, she stole a glance in the Dane's direction and then could not bring herself to look away.
"Good. And you know that I don't hate you... Right?" Because from the way he had been acting, she suspected that either he hated her or that he suspected that she hated him. And she didn't. She didn't hate him and never could or would, no matter how hard she tried. Sometimes she found him immensely annoying, but she lived with him. It was bound to happen. -
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[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= invisible; borderwidth= 0px; overflow: auto; width: 500px; font-family: verdana; color: --;][justify]OOC: I live in Georgia in the States so x3
IC: Toma was zoned out when he returned, lost in her own little bubble of thought. When she zoned back in, of course, it was to see that Feliks had returned and was not-so-discreetly eyeballing her breasts.
"Feliks!" she snapped, hugging her arms over her chest in annoyance. Her cheeks turned as red as an apple but her lips twisted as she tried to resist laughing, though mostly out of awkwardness. "You're going to have to stop that or I'm going to have to start dressing like a nun from this point on." She sounded as though she was joking, but it was doubtful. -
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[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= invisible; borderwidth= 0px; overflow: auto; width: 500px; font-family: verdana; color: --;][justify] Leonie fell silent, pleased with his answer if only for the time being. She leaned into him, her petite figure molding against his as though it were the most natural thing in the world.
"I just don't know." That was all she uttered, and the words were so quiet that she was sure they had been lost to the softly whistling nighttime wind. Still, she was surprisingly soothed by the feeling of his familiar muscular arms around her. Exhausted, she yawned and rested her head on his shoulder. -
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Sometimes. I happen to live in a very foresty area, but the industrialized areas are never too pretty. Especially not Atlanta. ._.
OH GOD I FEEL YOU. I had this boy who did that to me last year, and he and his friend came up to me and the end of the school year and asked if they could "touch my tits." I was so freaking embarrassed and shocked that all I could say was,"Screw off!"
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Toma eyeballed him sternly as she took small, cautious sips of her steaming hot beverage. Ah, it was perfect. Not too bitter, but still roasted fairly dark.
"Oh, thank you for the coffee." she remarked after a few more sips. She smiled, deciding to let his constant slip-ups be just that- slip-ups. "It's awesome. I'm going to be coming here a lot, I can already tell." -
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[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= invisible; borderwidth= 0px; overflow: auto; width: 500px; font-family: verdana; color: --;][justify]Toma was pretty used to drinking coffee, so it was entertaining to be able to watch as the caffeine kicked in on Feliks and he became more and more jittery the longer they sat.
She took an amused sip on her coffee and arched an eyebrow. "You, uh... You alright there?" she asked, unable to keep the small smile from her face. -
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[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= invisible; borderwidth= 0px; overflow: auto; width: 500px; font-family: verdana; color: --;][justify]Leonie was barely asleep when he laid her in the bed, though it was a miracle that she didn't protest to him picking her up like he did. "Mhm, goodnight Dane." she mumbled, her voice quiet and far sweeter than anybody would ever have the grace to hear when she was awake. -
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[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= invisible; borderwidth= 0px; overflow: auto; width: 500px; font-family: verdana; color: --;][justify]Concerned, Toma leaned over the table a little and observed him. "I think you should probably stop drinking that." she mused, pointing to the caffeinated beverage. "Maybe save it for later so that you don't have a seizure?" she added, thinly veiled amusement lacing her words. -
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[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= invisible; borderwidth= 0px; overflow: auto; width: 500px; font-family: verdana; color: --;][justify]"Okay, okay. Keep the drink." Toma raised her hands in surrender, her cup still held in one of them. She tipped her head to the side and then jerked her thumb in the direction of the door. "Still, I think we should get out. Walk around the town a little bit so that you can burn some energy, and I can get to know the town a little better. See the sights and stuff."
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[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= invisible; borderwidth= 0px; overflow: auto; width: 500px; font-family: verdana; color: --;][justify]Leonie was up far later than usual. Most of the time, she would wake up right after Tino and they would sit in the kitchen drinking coffee until everybody else began to rouse from their slumbers. This morning, it seemed like she was not alone.
She walked down the staircase, yawning. Emil was seated on the couch on his laptop. Her little brother had been coming out of his room a lot more lately, and she appreciated it... Even if she was the one who had kinda maybe threatened him into it. She walked past him and into the kitchen where, on the counter, she already had a coffee waiting for her. -
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[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= invisible; borderwidth= 0px; overflow: auto; width: 500px; font-family: verdana; color: --;][justify]"No, no, no, no no. Let's not. Here, have a water. It'll keep you hydrated and sane." Out of her bag, Toma yanked a brand new bottle of smart water and handed it in the direction of the blonde-haired Pole. Her green eyes were wide as she regarded him, the thought of walking around town with a caffeine-filled Pole almost more than she could handle. -
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[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= invisible; borderwidth= 0px; overflow: auto; width: 500px; font-family: verdana; color: --;][justify]Leonie pulled herself up onto the counter, watching through sleepy blue eyes as Mathias got to work making breakfast. She leaned against the fridge, positioned to her side, and took a small sip of her lukewarm coffee. Had the last night really happened? She wondered this upon observing the wild-haired Dane. It was hard to believe that he had admitted long-buried feelings to her and that they had stood, watching the night sky until she was practically asleep.
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[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= invisible; borderwidth= 0px; overflow: auto; width: 500px; font-family: verdana; color: --;][justify]Toma followed a few meters behins, something like worry painted across her face. This was nothing out of the ordinary, as she had always been a terrible worry wart when it came to... Pretty much everything and everyone.
"You're supposed to be walking with me, not a hundred meters ahead!" she called. In all honesty, she had no problem with him getting ahead of her. It gave her some time to observe the sights of the city. It was just easy to lose track of Feliks with how fast he was going and how many twists and turns jutted off of each individual street. -
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[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= invisible; borderwidth= 0px; overflow: auto; width: 500px; font-family: verdana; color: --;][justify]Leonie's eyes narrowed sharply at the sound of Mathias's yelp, the sound of which dragged her by the toes right back down to reality. She slid off of the counter and went to stand at the far end, closer to the Dane. "Do you need help with anything?" she offered, taking one final sip of her coffee before placing the mug in the sink. -
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[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= invisible; borderwidth= 0px; overflow: auto; width: 500px; font-family: verdana; color: --;][justify]When Toma finally managed to catch up to Feliks, she gave a confused tilt of her head at his comment. "What do you- Oh." she stopped mid-sentence as she realized exactly what it is he was talking about. The store in front of them had giant signs displaying their latest sale and, from the looks of it, there were pretty good deals. "Does this happen a lot? You just wander around like a madman until you stumble across a good deal?" she asked, placing her hands on her hips. -
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[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= invisible; borderwidth= 0px; overflow: auto; width: 500px; font-family: verdana; color: --;][justify]Fine. If he was going to be stubborn, then so be it. Leonie just shrugged at his reply before stalking into the living room where she immediately took her seat beside Emil. "Little brother," she greeted, stretching out her legs so that they almost reached him- but not quite.
Emil glanced up and nodded a greeting. "Nor. You and Den kinda disappeared on everybody yesterday." he stated. He sounded disinterested, if not a little bit annoyed.
Leonie just shrugged, looking away. "Yeah, so did you. I look for you, Fin, and Sve for at least half an hours before giving up." she muttered. "I ended up riding home with Denmark." -
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[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= invisible; borderwidth= 0px; overflow: auto; width: 500px; font-family: verdana; color: --;][justify]Now this certainly sparked Toma's interest. She had never been too big of a reader, as she had never had the time to indulge herself in fictional words or anything of the likes. Instead, she was thinking text books. If there was any chance that she could get some text books cheaper than the college sold them for, then you'd better believe that she would be all over it. She followed Feliks into the store, green eyes scanning row after row until she discovered where the book section was. She headed over, reveling in the familiar, comfortable smell of new books.