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Post by Tatyana Haizea Gershkovic on Feb 3, 2010 15:15:27 GMT -5
It was a Sunday morning in the dead of winter, and Tatyana had nothing to do. Normally, she'd work on a few cars, but the business she worked for was closed up for the day - there was a football game on later in the day that they all had to prepare for. That meant a lot of drinking, and not a lot of anything else. Unless it was ordering food. She had wanted to work on her dad's car, but he was working in New York. She attempted to touch her mother's and got reprimanded. Her mother had then taken the car out shopping with her. Her own car had had so much done to it that it didn't really need touching, and she was afraid to mess up anything that she'd already done. She decided, then, to turn to another hobby that she had recently acquired. Photography.
Slinging the expensive camera over her arm, she picked up her handbag from by the door, where she'd dropped it carelessly earlier in the day, and chose a jacket at random from the coat rack. She called out to the maid that she'd only be gone a couple of hours, and then set off at a steady jog, heading towards the park. It wasn't far to the miniature Central Park, but by the time she caught a glimpse of the top of its trees, she had donned her jacket and sped up. It was bitterly cold, but she didn't mind. With it came the crystal clear blue sky that was perfect for her camera.
Pausing at the open gate, she removed the lens cap and focused on a family, snapping pictures of their dynamic that was utterly strange to her - the happy, close-knit unit. She had never had that with her parents, and neither had she wanted it. However, she was inordinately close to her older brother. She had never understood the term 'sibling rivalry' until he had started training her at the gym - now she just aimed to be better than him, and every work out session was a competition. As a result, she had no fat on her bones, just lean muscle, perfect for dancing. However, it wasn't so handy when the cold wind nipped at her, freezing her bones almost instantly. She tried to shrug off the temperature, and moved further into the park, taking pictures of whatever caught her eye - a lone leaf clinging to a branch, a colourful perennial plant, the slow moving clouds and icy sky.
She wasn't paying much attention to where she was walking, and one shot had her moving off to the side, walking backwards to try to catch the angle perfectly. It stood to reason that she was going to collide with the person that she hadn't even known was behind her. She jumped as they touched, figuring she'd walked straight into a tree, and she whirled around, her perfect shot forgotten. When she saw it was another person, her hand flew to her mouth before she started muttering profuse apologies in French and Russian. It took her a moment to realise what she was doing, and she took her hand away, trying not to laugh at herself. "I'm sorry." She apologised, no trace of an accent at all, although her French and Russian sounded as if she was a native. She had been in America too long to still have her own accent.
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Post by Tyler James Merrit on Feb 3, 2010 16:14:16 GMT -5
don't think too hard if you think it hurts that bad
[/i][/size] DON'T TALK ABOUT IT DON'T LET IT GET YOU DOWN[/font][/center] Tyler sat up in a tree, like usual. He bit his lip, nothing there for once. He had the studs in, and it was a little weird for him. Though he didn't care. He sat there for a while, with a pocket knife in his hand, and a wrapped up bandaged hand with a cloth in his hand. He was cleaning the knife, since he forgot to the night a few days when he was with Felix and needed to see blood. His own blood was the only blood that was spilled, at least that was what he remembered. He looked around for a while, at least his face was almost completely healed after. He had been there at least more then an hour or so.
He looked around. There wasn't anyone here where he was. No another person in sight. That kind of annoyed him. He bit his lip again, drawing blood slightly. He ran his tongue over his lip, tasting the blood and making a face. It was gross. Sadly, he had bitten his lip with his canine teeth. The fangs, as some called them. Some just didn't talk to him. It wasn't his fault that he had fangs for teeth.
It was early for him. He was almost never outside, or awake for that matter at this time of day. He was always outside more in the afternoon or at night. Though, he preferred the night time more then anything else. He wasn't a day kind of person.
He stuffed the pocket knife into the pocket of his jacket and jumped down. He sighed and started to walk around. He had been deep in the park and now he was in the front were the street was.He pulled his hood over his head and some girl walked into him. "Its fine. I'm TJ" He said calmly to her.
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Post by Tatyana Haizea Gershkovic on Feb 3, 2010 16:26:45 GMT -5
Tatyana had lived in New Hampshire for years, and had found that it was extremely rare to find a polite person, by accident or on purpose. During commuting hours, everyone rushed from place to place, eyes directed at papers, cell phones, pagers, or just their feet. If they collided with each other, they shrugged it off without a word. Most people didn't even look up. Even the normal traffic of the streets, the school runs and the people off to go shopping, weren't the most courteous of people. They barged along as if they owned the place, ramming those that didn't move fast enough, then muttering insults under their breath. Polite people were hard to find, and so Tatyana was shocked when the guy stayed around to be civil.
She ran her hand through her hair, pushing a few loose strands out of her eyes, and smiled. "Nice to meet you. I'm Tatyana. Most people call me Yanna, or Hazel." She didn't offer any explanation for the seemingly unrelated name, but instead looked completely at ease, as if it was normal to have a name that didn't seem to correspond to her given name. "Clearly, I don't pay as much attention as I should." She made a face that said she was always getting told off for being clumsy, or off in a world of her own. She didn't really mind being lectured, but she usually could think of better things to do with her time. Good job her parents were rarely around to follow through with any of their professed punishments.
Her eyes took in the appearance of the boy in front of her. He looked slightly older than her, maybe not quite a year older, and the piercings made her think that she'd seen him before. School, probably, she thought, only just resisting an urge to roll her eyes. He was attractive, but there was a standoffishness about the way he stood that was a little off-putting. His eyes were impossible to read, so instead, she just smiled. "What brings you out here on a day like this?" She asked, gesturing at their surroundings. The light had dimmed ever so slightly, and the temperature had dipped another couple of degrees, but it was still bright, and the sky was still crystalline.
She rolled her shoulders and zipped her jacket up, re-capping the lens of her camera as she pulled the strap over her head for it to rest around her neck. "There're only so many pictures you can take of trees." She elaborated, shrugging slightly. Her mind suddenly jumped, as it was prone to, and she asked another question. "Do you go to Hampton High?"
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Post by Tyler James Merrit on Feb 3, 2010 17:17:42 GMT -5
don't think too hard if you think it hurts that bad
[/i][/size] DON'T TALK ABOUT IT DON'T LET IT GET YOU DOWN[/font][/center] Tyler looked at her. He shrugged. "That's a nice name." He said. He smiled at her, a somewhat faked warm smile. Though, he couldn't help but make his eerie normal smile. He rubbed the back of his neck. He couldn't help but move. He didn't like sitting alone.
Now that he thought about it. Did he even go home last night? No. He didn't. He bit his lip again, tasting more blood, but ignored it the best that he could. He stood like a killer would, looking down with a slight stare to it. So, he was very creepy at times. Oh well. He stuffed his hands into his parka, his hands touching his knife in his hand. he wrapped his fingers around it. "I guess so." He agreed with her.
He looked at her. What was he doing here. He remembered that he was here last night, and then he woke up here. He couldn't really remember how he fell asleep in a tree, but he did. "I'm not to sure why I'm here actually. Just here I guess." TJ said. His bright blue eyes stared down at her, watching her. "What about you?" He asked.
"Trees? Why trees?" He asked. "I mean, people sit on them, animals sit on them. There isn't anything good about them." He added. He raised one black eyebrow. "Uh. Yeah. I'm a junior." He said. Not for long though. I'm going to murder mom, then end up fleeing. He thought. Sometimes he was glad no one could read his mind. Okay. Not sometimes, always.
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Post by Tatyana Haizea Gershkovic on Feb 3, 2010 19:37:46 GMT -5
Instinctively, Tatyana made a disgusted face. Having lived in France and America with a Russian name, she had come to despise it. When people looked at it, they invariably pronounced it incorrectly, and when she said it, they looked at her as if she was either insane or lying. "I actually really hate it." She explained, wrinkling up her nose. "That's why I encourage people to call me something else. I don't think many of the teachers even call me Tatyana any more." She grinned, briefly, remembering the day she had goaded a teacher into a state of madness that had turned his face puce. He must have called her name about fifteen times with absolutely no response before someone at the front of the class had turned around, trying not to laugh, and called one of her nicknames at her. She had looked up immediately, and then been sent to the Head by the blustering scientist.
Not knowing whether to stick around or just move on, Tatyana shifted from foot to foot. She didn't normally keep still for very long, being an extremely active person, and the cold really wasn't helping. Tensing her muscles to try to stop her bones from rattling with the chill, she smirked. "Having reasons is so blase. I guess I'm just here to take a few shots and try to fend boredom away from my door for another hour or so." She shrugged elegantly, tossing her hair behind her shoulders as the wind whipped it forwards. She shifted slightly into the wind, knowing that her hair was going to be nigh on impossible if she stayed out for much longer. "Gotta do a nature portfolio for photography." She responded, briefly, not feeling the need to go into any detail about her everyday life.
There was a beat of silence, not long enough to make either of them any more uncomfortable than they already were, before TJ spoke. Tatyana raised her eyebrows. "Thought so. I've seen you around a couple of times. I'm only a sophomore, though." She said it as if that meant that all sophomores were invisible, and that it wouldn't be surprising if TJ didn't remember her from anywhere. Looking around, she saw what seemed to be a mass exodus from the park. It was getting chillier now, and soon it would start to go dark. "Wanna get some coffee?" She asked, nonchalantly. It was something of a tradition for her to nurse a hot cup of coffee before she went home, because her parents had forbidden the help to allow her any whilst they were away. Apparently, it was bad for her. Not that she cared.
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Post by Tyler James Merrit on Feb 3, 2010 21:18:05 GMT -5
don't think too hard if you think it hurts that bad
[/i][/size] DON'T TALK ABOUT IT DON'T LET IT GET YOU DOWN[/font][/center] 'Really? Well. I like it." he said. It was pretty name, and it fit her. She was a very pretty girl after all. He thought about Chelsea. His old girlfriend. That was about two years ago, and she was now six feet under the ground with his baby with her. She had been one of those girls that was driven on sex, and she wanted TJ just for that. Sadly, that wasn't what TJ wanted all the time. He wanted an actual relationship with someone, and try to ignore everything that was happening. Sadly it didn't go to well. She wanted sex and he didn't, but she forced herself on him and he went a long with it. It ended up that she was pregnant with his baby, but when she told him, and then clung to him like a defenceless baby, and not a sixteen year old girl, he snapped. He was so sick of her, and now with his baby in her, he didn't want a kid to end up like he did. He beat her head in, crushing her skull, then he stabbed the baby. He didn't want that child. He didn't even want her and yet, everything happened. He snapped, and by the end of his beating, she was stabbed around ten times, with a broken neck, and a crushed skull.
He snapped back to reality after a moment. "Are you cold?" He asked. "You can have my parka if you want. I mean, i have another sweatshirt on under this if you want. I don't mind at all." He explained. He wouldn't really care if she took it or not. But he didn't really want to see her cold. He laughed. "Well, that's always a good way to put it." He said. "oh. That sounds like fun." He said. he smiled at her. He blinked his bright blue eyes.
"Really? I don't tend to try to stay out were people see me. I guess that didn't work to well. No offeince or anything. I just... don't fit in well. But I've seen you around in the halls a few times. I'm sorta not that hard to pick out when I'm six feet tall." He laughed. He was tall, but he couldn't really fix that to much. "I don't particularly like coffee. And it's not that bad out yet. Maybe in a little while? I kinda like being outside." he admitted.
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Post by Tatyana Haizea Gershkovic on Feb 3, 2010 21:34:49 GMT -5
Tatyana made another face, but she knew better than to get into a big discussion about her name. Somehow, she always managed to lose, and had therefore given up trying to persuade people that she was right - that it was an awful name, and it was a terrible tragedy that she'd been burdened with it. She shrugged again, and made a non-committal sound. "Meh." She stayed quiet and still as she noticed the familiar expression of one remembering the past, and waiting patiently for the boy to snap back to the present. When he did, she smiled softly. "I'm alright for now, merci." She responded, slipping in and out of tongues as if it was all just one big language to her. In a way, it was, but she had different uses for each part. English was just for everyday talking. French was for pleasantries and sweet nothings. Russian was for expletives and insults. She was much less likely to be understood, which was always a positive. "I might have to take you up on that later, though." Her smile was dazzling as her eyes journeyed briefly to the sky and back.
In the five minutes that the pair had stopped to talk, the sky had gone from an azure blue that a mid-summer day would have been proud of to a dark grey that only promised truly awful weather. The clouds were bloated, low in the sky, almost brushing the horizon and stretching far over their heads as far as they could see. They were in for a hell of a rain storm at the very least. If they were unlucky, the forecast could also include sleet, hail and thunderstorms. She uttered a single curse as a plump raindrop fell on her head, her accent course and gutteral. "Dyermoh." She zipped up her jacket and crossed her arms over her camera, muttering the English translation for what she had just said. "Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit."
Despite her apparent distaste at the rain, she was listening to TJ, and responded with a slightly shocked expression. "I know I'm taller than most girls, but why would you remember me, of all people?" She asked, as if the act was completely unnatural. She laughed along with him, secretly also laughing at the people that were so much shorter than the both of them. She shrugged at his claim, and took a few steps towards a conifer. "Wanna try and climb up one of these? Good shelter, and it's fun." Her grin was mischievous as she ducked beneath the lowest branches and started to pull herself up.
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Post by Tyler James Merrit on Feb 3, 2010 21:52:09 GMT -5
don't think too hard if you think it hurts that bad
[/i][/size] DON'T TALK ABOUT IT DON'T LET IT GET YOU DOWN[/font][/center] "Alright. Tell me when you want it though." He said. He heard her say something in french? but he didn't know what it meant. So, he just nodded.
Tyler gulped. He could hear storms off in the distance. He hated thunder. When he was little, he was locked outside in one of the worst storms the Boston area had seen. His grandmother was deaf and couldn't really see, so she left him outside, thinking that he went to bed. Sure enough, he was so deep in water under the porch that he could have taken a bath with the water, and there would still be enough to swim around in. "I-I don't like thunderstorms. Bad experiences." He said, stuttering slightly.
"I don't know. I've just seen you around." He said, with a shrug. He started to back up a little, his hand still wrapped around the knife. The knife. He would have to hide that in his black skinny jeans pocket when he gave her the parka, so she wouldn't think that he was a total nut job. Not that he wasn't though. He walked with her and let go of the knife in his pocket. It was just a pocket knife, this time, so she couldn't really be mad at him if it fell out of his pocket. He easily grabbed the branch above his head with his hands, the bandaged one and all, and lifted himself up. He climbed up higher in the tree then swung his legs over one branch and hung upside down looking at her. "Well, come on." He said. He heard a roll of thunder off in the distance and his bright pale eyes stared widely at her.
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Post by Tatyana Haizea Gershkovic on Feb 3, 2010 22:11:37 GMT -5
Tatyana nodded, as though she would even entertain the notion of taking someone's warmth from them in the middle of what was going to be a relatively bad storm, judging by the sound. "Je déteste la pluie." She muttered to herself, hunching up into her leather jacket, wishing she'd picked up something less fashion statement-y and more suited to the weather. Winter in New Hampshire still managed to catch her off guard, even after nearly a decade there.
She was so involved in glaring at the weather that she barely heard TJ speak. When it registered, though, she smiled in a way that was somehow apologetic and encouraging, and nudged him gently towards the tree. Under shelter, even rain wasn't all that bad, even if the shelter was only a tree. If it turned into a proper storm, though, she'd have to watch out for him, and get him out of the tree and into some proper cover. "It'll be alright." She soothed. "I don't think this one'll be that bad. Mostly rain, a couple of rumbles, maybe. Nothing worse."
The conversation turned back to school as they both gripped different branches and swung up into the tree. Tatyana climbed quickly, somehow managing to find a way up into the heart of the tree. There were two wide branches side by side, and she called over to him. "Come this way, we should be safe here." She settled herself onto the narrower of the branches and, after a few seconds of thought, removed her jacket and spread it over her knees. Wet denim was more uncomfortable than having cold arms, she reminded herself. When she saw his head swing around, narrowly missing a branch higher up, she smiled. "We shouldn't get hit by much rain here." She told him, glancing up at the green needly ceiling. She knew better than to look down, because from the top of somewhere, she tended to be scared of heights. Or, more accurately, scared of falling from them. If she didn't know how high up she was, she'd be perfectly fine.
"What was your bad experience, then?" She asked, curiously, shifting slightly as the bark started digging into her back. "Must've been terrible. I hate being out in the rain." She made a face of disgust, and a weight against her chest reminded her to stow her camera beneath her jacket. It was waterproof and tumbleproof, but she didn't really like to take any chances.
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Post by Tyler James Merrit on Feb 3, 2010 22:42:14 GMT -5
don't think too hard if you think it hurts that bad
[/i][/size] DON'T TALK ABOUT IT DON'T LET IT GET YOU DOWN[/font][/center] T.J just nodded. "Y-Yeah. I-I'll be fine." He stuttered. Okay, so he was terrified. Though, he wouldn't show any emotion other then his voice. He just nodded to her and climbed up over to her and a little high then he and hung down. "I feel better upside down. Don't really ask." He said. He blinked at her. He was silent for a while. He didn't have anything to say. His black hair hung above his head, the scar on his face slowly fading. Though, if anyone really looked at him, they would see more scars on his face. Not deep ones, but you would see them. " I don't mind rain. Its thunder and lighting that i have problems with. And floods." He said.
He watched her take off her jacket and put it on her lap. He pulled off his parka, reaching into the pocket to take the knife out. He held it out for her. "Here." He said. He opened up the pocket knife for a moment and looked at it, before he shut it and put it into his pocket of his jeans.
He looked at her, staring at her with his eyes about her eye level. "I was about four or five, and my parents when out for a date, this was before my dad...died.." He paused, his eyes shifting as he said his father died. "So, my grandmother was watching me. She was old, and blind and deaf with age. So, i was letting my dog out, who knocked me outside, and the door shut. The next thing i know my grandmother locked the door. It was poring rain, and it was the worst thunderstorm near Boston in a long time. I don't remember what it was called, but I was locked outside all night. The thunder and lighting was awful, and I hid under the porch, an then the water just started to flood there." He stopped. He looked away from her, his side of his face were the healing flesh faced her. "I don't really like to talk about the end.." He said. Truth was, no one really found him till the afternoon in the water in the back corner of the porch because he was terrified. And it took almost another hour to get him out of there.
"I've had problems with storms ever since then. It wasn't fun." He said. He gulped again as another roll of thunder hit in the distance. He stared at her. His foot was caught between the branches that he was hanging from and the one next to it. And it was stuck pretty good.
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Post by Tatyana Haizea Gershkovic on Feb 4, 2010 18:34:09 GMT -5
Tatyana didn't really know how to deal with terrified people, much less the gender that had always appeared strong and dominant to her, but she smiled confidently and nodded. "Of course you will. I won't let anything happen to you." She claimed, shrugging already at his next comment. "Whatever, kinda looks fun." She laughed, immediately dismissing the thought - being upside down in a tree probably wouldn't do wonders for her vertigo. They were silent for almost a minute, never looking away from each other, but Tatyana didn't know how to bring up the subject of his scars. But then, she thought, they were in high school after all. Probably a fight over a girl, that's all, she told herself. "I like thunder and lightning." She countered, frowning a little as she thought about floods. "Not so much floods, though. Too much water."
She shuddered, imagining what it would be like to be caught in a flood, but TJ seemed to take it as an indication that she was cold. Not wanting to inconvenience him any further, Tatyana smiled warmly at him. "Merci. Tell me if you get too cold." She slung the parka over her bare shoulders, her eyes noting the pen knife. It was a similar make to the one she had in her own jacket pocket - a roughly four inch blade. Not enough to kill anyone with one wound, but enough to make them let go and give you a chance to run off. She didn't know it was in there, though - she hadn't checked through her pockets before she'd put it on. She normally only took it out with her if she knew she'd be out after dark. Failing that, there was a small can of bug spray in her pocket - it used many of the same chemicals as Mace, and seemed to work just as effectively. If she couldn't reach either of those, she had her hands and her feet. She was strong from all her training, and wouldn't hesitate to retaliate.
Her head fell back to rest on the tree trunk as TJ told his story, and images flickered in front of her eyes. When she knew that he'd finished speaking, she looked at him. For a few seconds, she didn't say anything. Then, in nothing more than a whisper that could barely be heard over the weather, she spoke. "I can't imagine how terrifying that must have been." She chewed on her lip for a while as she searched his face. "Are you sure you don't want to go inside someplace?" She asked again. "I don't mind, really."
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Post by Tyler James Merrit on Feb 4, 2010 20:21:27 GMT -5
don't think too hard if you think it hurts that bad
[/i][/size] DON'T TALK ABOUT IT DON'T LET IT GET YOU DOWN[/font][/center] "You can try. I've got a habit of..well... causing others pain. Weather I mean to or not. It just happens." He said, looking away from her again. He couldn't help it. He didn't mean to, most of the time at least. He hiccuped. He looked at her. "Sorry." He said, hiccuping again. "Oh it is." He said. He looked up at his foot, it was twisted in a weird way, and ever time he tried to move it, it just hurt. Damn. He was stuck.
"I can see were you might. I mean, you've probably never had many of my experiences. Like a father dying in front of you" He cut off for a moment. He also said because of me but he didn't. "And a drunk mother, when she smashes beer bottles over my head to wake me up if I fall asleep on the couch." He said. "That's what happened to my face." He looked back at her.
"I'll be fine."He said. He was actually warm as it was, and was getting a little to hot in the parka. Though, his sweatshirt was starting to fall to his face, his abs showing clearly, but he did nothing about it. He was fine about it actually. He watched her closely, his face only a little bit from her's. His lips nearly the same place as hers, just maybe a few inches higher. His pale blue eyes watched her's.
"Its fine. I mean, its just fate i suppose." He said. He looked at her. "Well, if I could get my foot from the branches, i would. But even if I could move my foot, i don't think I can walk for the most part. My ankle is bent in a weird place and it hurts at the moment to it." He explained, smiling at her. He heard a loud crack of thunder, and he jumped, his lips crashing into her's. He kissed her for a moment, before he realized what had happened. He pulled away after a moment and started to turn bright red. "I-I'm sorry. I jumped at the thunder and I um... I'm sorry." He said. He looked at her, his pale eyes still wide with fear and confusion. He didn't mean to do that, he was sorry. She probably had a boyfriend anyway.
No one would love him. They would, until they found out how sick and twisted his mind was. His past, with the two murders, and soon to be three.
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Post by Tatyana Haizea Gershkovic on Feb 4, 2010 20:46:23 GMT -5
Tatyana shrugged, bemused. "I can look after myself. It'll be fine, don't worry about it." She had the sense not to smile, though, and fought against the blush that wanted to rise to her cheeks. Who said that he'd ever stop to talk to her again after this anyway? Who was she to think she was so special? He'd probably look her way once or twice, then completely forget about her. It's what she herself would do if she wasn't already herself. Or something like that. A slight smile grazed her lips as he hiccuped. "Hold your breath." She advised. "Ten seconds. Someone must be thinking about you."
The smile quickly faded when TJ continued to speak, and her breath stopped in her throat. Tatyana had been lucky in never experiencing the loss of a loved one, but the pain was quickly transplanted by a burning anger. "She did what?!" She hissed, oddly protective of the guy she had only known an hour, if that. Her eyes narrowed and flashed angrily. There was no way that his mother was going to get away with doing what she did. If karma and divine retribution didn't deal with her, Tatyana would.
Tatyana rolled her eyes. "The 'down' side to being upside down, I suppose?" She quipped, checking out the tree to see what she could do to help TJ back down to the ground. "We should get out of the tree in case it gets worse, so we'll have to try and get you down soon without breaking your ankle, if you've not done that yourself." She laughed, shaking her head at the odd predicament. She couldn't help but notice, though, that it wasn't just TJ's face that was amazingly attractive. She was just about to speak when a crack of thunder sounded right above them. Then, from another front, or from her front, she was stunned again.
His lips enveloped hers, but she was in no state to react. By the time he had pulled away, she was blushing furiously and failing to get it to subside. As he did the same, Tatyana laughed, and just like that, it was gone. It was a kindly laugh, one of shock, not pity or disgust. When he'd finished babbling, Tatyana shook her head and smirked. "You shouldn't be. I'm not." She didn't leave him much chance to argue as she leaned forward and gently covered his lips with hers. Relationships didn't come easily to Tatyana, and truth be told, she wasn't exactly expecting one from this, but she always took what she could get. Well, to a certain extent anyway.
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Post by Tyler James Merrit on Feb 4, 2010 21:21:05 GMT -5
don't think too hard if you think it hurts that bad
[/i][/size] DON'T TALK ABOUT IT DON'T LET IT GET YOU DOWN[/font][/center] Tyler looked at her. "I'm a lot stronger then you, and bigger then you. I could hurt you, if I made one wrong mood, lost my temper for a moment." He said. The look in his eyes was just pain. Pain from his soul, his face, his body. I mean, he was in pain, he lived his life in pure pain and suffering. He looked at her for a moment, then looked up at his ankle. He would have to pull himself up and break that branch to get his foot out. He sighed. He looked back at her. "I don't know if that will work." He said. He held his breath for a moment, around thirty seconds and breathed again. He stopped hiccuping.
He grimaced at her anger. "She. Smashed. A. Beer. Bottle. Over. My. Head." He repeated. "It's fine though. She does it a few times a week." He added. He bit his lip. "I don't really care anymore. I can't stop her." He added. He could tell her angry was flaring up. he just looked at her.
He smiled at her and nodded. "Yeah" He said. He stared at the branch. "I can snap the branch that is holding my foot to the branch I'm hanging from." He said. He looked up at the branch. Eh. Maybe when she wanted to get down he would snap the branch and jump down. Maybe. If he felt like it.
He blushed again, slightly as she told him not the be sorry. He was about to say something when she kissed him. He slowly kissed her back, having not kissed anyone in over two years. He brought his hand to her face and he smiled in the kiss. He started to kiss a little harder, starting to get the hang of it again. He didn't even know why he was kissing her in the tree. They only met an hour ago, and yet, they were kissing in the tree that he had his ankle caught in. He smiled again. He pulled away after a moment. He looked at her and started to pulled himself up. He wrapped his legs around the branch that he was hanging from the best that he could and sat up on the branch. He looked down at her for a moment. He snapped the branch, even it if was a larger branch he snapped it in half easily. He jumped down, out of the tree and held his hand up for her to take. They weren't really that high up anyway, so he was able to reach her.
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Post by Tatyana Haizea Gershkovic on Feb 4, 2010 21:38:32 GMT -5
Tatyana's eyes twinkled. "Maybe you shouldn't.... Oh, what's the phrase again?" She tutted as she thought, her brow furrowing as she tried to translate what she was trying to say. "Oh, right. You shouldn't judge a book by its cover, no?" She cocked her head, every bit the international teen at that moment. Her first and more preferred language was French, but there weren't many people in America that set store by foreign languages, even modern ones that their bordering countries used. Ah well, she usually got along well enough without it. She chewed her lip, her eyes unconsciously mirroring TJ's. She hated to see people in pain, and to think that she had caused it by her train of conversation stung.
"I heard what you said." She growled, violently slinging her camera over her neck, shrugging back into her jacket. TJ's parka was still trapped between her and the tree - she was going to give it back to him once they got onto solid ground. "I just can't condone violence of any sort, unless it's revenge." She had half a mind to wander around the streets until she found the woman that must in some way resemble TJ, just to show her a piece of her mind, but, with great difficulty, she reigned back her anger. With surprise, she noticed that her hands were shaking. She lifted them up to show TJ. "It's not often things can make that happen." It just went to show how much Tatyana cared about the plight of others.
Pleased that TJ had come to much the same conclusion as she had, Tatyana nodded. She thought to offer help, but then just figured that he'd reject it anyway. In his eyes, she probably wasn't big or strong enough to help, and he'd probably done this countless times before anyway. They kissed again, almost as if they were just a completely normal couple. However, they were in a tree, in the middle of what was rapidly becoming an awful storm, and they had barely spoken to each other. Ever. When he pulled away, she frowned and pouted, but her expression cleared when she realised what he was doing. A few seconds later, and he was on the ground as if nothing had ever happened. With swift, dexterous movements, Tatyana slung TJ's parka over her arm, lightly touched his hand (as if his assistance was really needed - she didn't want to hurt his feelings), and slipped off the branch. With a smile ever so lightly tinged with shyness, Tatyana turned to face him. "Where now?"
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