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Post by Celina on Sept 13, 2006 19:09:07 GMT -5
"A fool? Why in the hell would I think that?" Celina asked, glancing back at Socrates.
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Post by corliss on Sept 13, 2006 19:13:50 GMT -5
Socrates opens his mouth, then shuts it again, for once at loss for what to say. 'What a strange human...not Corliss strange, like weird strange, but a different kind...odd, but enjoyable. different, but more open to the world around her because. How strange...I think I'm starting to like this girl...'
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Post by Celina on Sept 13, 2006 19:15:16 GMT -5
Celina didn't read his thoughts this time, but knew he was thinking of something. "At a loss of words, eh?" she said, smiling brightly, although she didn't know why. When she was with Socrates, something felt right.
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Post by Celina on Sept 14, 2006 17:36:31 GMT -5
Celina had thought of a poem, except she hadn't written it down. She thought of it when she first met Socrates. She then got out a piece of parchment and started writing while walking.
I gave you my heart Please be careful Don't break it, Some may say Love is a waste of time, But I say, If you have the chance Take it, If you say you love me Stand by it, Don't let me believe You do & you don't, If you don't love me Just say it, I gave you my heart Please be careful Don't break it.
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Post by corliss on Sept 14, 2006 18:21:29 GMT -5
"Ah, so you're the poetic type." Socrates comments, looking over her shoulder. "So who's it about?" (he's so dence sometimes!)
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Post by Celina on Sept 14, 2006 18:23:15 GMT -5
"Uh...yeah, I love writing poems. It's about nobody, really." Celina said, nervously. Now she was the one blushing.
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Post by corliss on Sept 14, 2006 18:30:06 GMT -5
"You're blushing. It is about a specific person. Who? You can tell me," he prods.
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Post by Celina on Sept 14, 2006 18:31:47 GMT -5
"Um...No, I--I don't think I can tell you..." Celina said, blushing more. A cold wind blew, blowing hair in Celina's face and making her shiver. "Um...it's kinda cold out, huh?" she said, trying to change the subject.
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Post by corliss on Sept 14, 2006 18:39:14 GMT -5
Among the ragged clothes Socrates was wearing was an old, dark trench coat. He takes it off and tosses it to Celina. "To protect your fragile little human body," he says.
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Post by Celina on Sept 14, 2006 18:40:19 GMT -5
Celina puts the poem back in her bag. "Thank you..." she said quietly and put the coat on.
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Post by corliss on Sept 14, 2006 18:43:16 GMT -5
"Yeah, whatever. I don't need it, anyway. My body's better able to endure harsh conditions." they finally reached the shore of the lake. Socrates glances at Celina. "promise you won't toss me in?"
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Post by Celina on Sept 14, 2006 18:44:07 GMT -5
Celina looked at Socrates, her brown eyes sparkling. "Promise." she said and sat down.
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Post by corliss on Sept 14, 2006 18:49:48 GMT -5
Socrates hesitates before sitting down himself. "So...who do you think was shooting at us?" he shudders, thinking of what would happen if an arrow had hit its mark...either he would die,. thus bringing Corliss down with him, or else Celina would die, which would be just as bad, maybe even worse...
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Post by Celina on Sept 14, 2006 18:51:21 GMT -5
"I dunno....maybe the boy? Or maybe someone who was a back-up for the boy. Ya know, he would shoot arrows at whoever was watching him." Celina said, taking the ribbon out of her hair and letting it flow freely with the wind.
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Post by corliss on Sept 14, 2006 18:57:43 GMT -5
"Whoever it, was, I want to give them a good punch in the face," Socrates growls. Then he glances at Celina...and does a double take. 'Whoa, I didn't notice before, but she's kinda pretty...' (Socrates is slow on uptake) (I feel all weird, writing romance from a guy's point of veiw when I'm a girl! I bet I'm no good at it, either.)
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