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Post by Jayla Herrera on Oct 27, 2010 21:03:20 GMT -8
If she hadn’t already made the promise to her parent to actually try and graduate, Jayla wouldn’t be here at the moment. Standing across the street from the school campus she leaned against a telephone pole with one foot crossed over the other, and her shoulders pressed firmly into the wood behind her – she put of the inevitable as long as she thought she could. Exhaling softly a cloud of smoke escaped from between her slightly parted light pink lips where it lingered in front of her face for a second before the mild early fall wind caught and carried it off. Flicking the cigarette to the ground she tipped her head skyward toward the blue cloudless expanse, the fact there was no over cast making it kind of warm for this time of year. Lifting a hand Jayla fiddled with the ends of the darkly colored low braided pigtail and felt her leg start to bounce, or rather, shake from quickly building up restlessness, but amazingly enough with the beat of the music playing in one ear from her iPod. Nevertheless, she had never been able to sit still, never fit into doing the whole structured, by the books thing. Taking a breath, she finally pushed herself up straight and slid her hand up to the top of her head to straighten the black knit cap, needlessly. It was a consolation that her pocket was a little heavier then it normally would have been. The night before, Jayla hadn’t gotten home to well after one in the morning – she had spent that time in the smoky atmosphere of a seedy little dive hustling a game of pool. There was nothing particularly memorable about the bar she had been in…nothing chic in the ambiance, not to mention the band hadn’t been about to be making any record deals particularly soon. As it was, she was going to be a good girl, even had a brand new spiral notebook in hand as she crossed the street and onto campus. It was pretty typical from what she’d seen thus far, as far as the whole experience went. She saw a few groups of kids here and there as Jayla took her time, but stalled again before she could get to the entrance. It shouldn’t have been that hard to find the motivation to go on in, find the administrative office, get her schedule and go to class – finish out her final year and be done with it. But here she was, caught between keeping her promise and doing what she wanted to. Well, she had never been known for her honesty. So, with that in mind, Jayla smoothly corrected her direction and turned, more or less going again the flow – nothing terribly new there, but didn’t make it far. Her slim figure was immediately halted, and she actually was bumped a step back when she ran into a very solid someone. For the first half of the moment after that she was a little to shocked to actually react, other then having dropped her music player and notebook, but in the next instant – before she even really bothered to get a good look at the person, she was crouching down in an attempts to pick up her things, an apology scrambling off her tongue. “Shit, sorry about that, really I am,” she breathed out clearly but low in almost a mumble, irritated at herself that she hadn’t paid better attention. |
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Post by Veyugan ~* on Oct 27, 2010 22:35:15 GMT -8
For all intents and purposes, Veyugan is currently in his autumn attire.~* A continuation from here.[/right] A Czechoslovakian hand forced the front door open - light from the California sun flooded into his brown eyes. As his body flowed through the door's frame and into the courtyard, his right hand came up to shield the light from his adjusting pupils. It was always dark in that god-forsaken school. Slowly, Veyugan made his through the courtyard - heading for the front entrance. Honestly, he had spent more time here than he had originally wanted and was ready to leave. As he walked, his right hand brought out his pack of Newports - removing a cigarette and resting it between his lips. The Czech stopped momentarily to light his cigarette when a body had walked straight into him. A sigh emitted as he watched the broken cigarette fall noiselessly to the ground. What a waste. Absentmindedly, his hand brought another cigarette to his lips. The flame engulfed the tip of the cigarette and the Czech brought the smoke into his mouth - watching the tip smolder. Removing the cigarette from his lips and pushing the first puff of smoke through his nostrils without inhalation - a habit, as he hated the taste of butane - his eyes rested upon the girl that had ran into him. A smile spread across Veyugan's lips. "No need to be. I should have been paying more attention."[/color][/font] His free left hand was held open toward the female in an offer to help her back up, accompanied with an inviting smile. |
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Post by Jayla Herrera on Oct 28, 2010 17:51:31 GMT -8
It was more or less the distinct smell of cigarette smoke that re-caught her attention as she picked up her things quickly enough before it was the reply that drew her brown eyes up. First it was to the hand extended her way, open and obviously there to help her up, as she was still crouched with one knee touching the ground. Slowly her gaze climbed to the face, and couldn’t stop the eyebrow that twitched up as the corners of her lips curved into a pleasant little grin.
The guy didn’t seem to be her age or younger – thanks to the facial hair, just a bit of scruff that gave some roguish appeal, but she was hardly put off. “Hm,” she hummed and slipped her small hand into the one held out for her without reservation, unintentionally catching the obvious way it would be swallowed if he closed his fingers over hers. Jayla read something as wily on the guy’s features. It could have been the way he was smiling, or just holding himself in general, but nothing that put her off instantly.
When she pulled herself up – figuring she had spent well enough time on her knees in front of a total stranger, Jayla found that even with the almost three inches from the heels added on her five foot six frame she was still looking up. Flicking her chin up she shook the sweeping dark locks of her bangs out of her bangs out of her eyes, “I know I’m easily over looked, but…” their was a teasing lilt there finally to match the simmering glimmer in her expression. “I still should have been paying attention too.”
No matter what, a person should always have a sense of humility – or so she had always thought, but there was no sense in trying to shoulder entire blame for something. It was pretty clear that neither of them had been exactly aware for whatever reason. Jayla realized that she had yet to pull her hand away, and took the opportunity to grip his, giving it a short shake, her slight amused grin spreading a little wider.
“Well, it was nice –ah, running into you, and if we aren’t going to exchange insurance information…I’ll guess I best be on my way,” she said with a small laugh.
((ooc - sorry ._. I feel like I should have been able to give you more to work with lol my brain is protesting at the moment tho' >_< Should get a little easier sort this character out as we go >.> hopefully...))
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Post by Veyugan ~* on Oct 29, 2010 1:17:40 GMT -8
Disclaimer: ... I'm drunk. Not Veyugan. k,GO! [/right] Both pairs of brown eyes locked - for the first time - and Veyugan took in the sight that was before him. A younger girl, though not much younger. Attractive - looks wise - in pretty much every way the Czech could want. It had been a while since he had ran into such a sight. In all honesty - she reminded him of the girls from New York as she looked a little out of place seeing as they were in California. Yes, most girls from California were blonde, dumb, and rarely interesting. However, seeing this girl sparked a little wave of nostalgia within Veyugan. It truly had been a while since he had been back to New York. A sound emitted from the girl as her hand slipped into the Czech's. Hm? Veyugan's eyes narrowed ever so slightly. Was she sizing him up? Fighting back a chuckle, he aided her in standing up. She was shorter than he was, a good thing - as tall girls really did nothing for him. After she was standing, she didn't retract her hand and neither did the Czech. He was wanting to see what moves she was going to make - where she was going to go with their encounter. Yet another game of cat and mouse - a game Veyugan was all too familiar with. Now, he was just studying - curious as to how she would play. Her head flicked to the side - removing the few strands of hair that danced in front of her face. The grin she wore parted as she spoke. Over looked? That little comment was disregarded instantly by the Czech. Highly doubtful. Even the way she spoke seemed to contrast what she had just said. It also seemed a bit obvious she knew she was bluffing. "Maybe you should have, but I'm glad you didn't."[/color][/font] A slender hand gripped Veyugan's a little tighter, signifying a hand shake which the Czech returned. However, after the hand shake, he did nothing to remove her hand from his. No, he would let the girl make that move - if she would. Her lips moved once more to speak and Veyugan allowed a light chuckle to flow from his being. A sense of humor too? His smile curved into his trademark smirk as his eyes kept taking in the sight of the female before him. Did she truly want to 'be on her way' so soon? Doubtful. So, Veyugan continued to play his little game, being a little more forward than he typically allowed himself. "Hmm, I don't know about that. I might need your number so you can reimburse me for that cigarette you broke."[/color][/font] The Czech didn't give a shit about the cigarette in all honesty. He just wouldn't mind seeing the girl again if she really did have to 'be on her way.' |
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Post by Jayla Herrera on Oct 29, 2010 13:58:16 GMT -8
It took no more then his first response to let Jayla in on the fact that he was a self-assured individual, and while she wouldn’t/couldn’t allow herself portray awkward shyness she lowered her face briefly, another soft laugh leaving her, then nodded. She was no stranger to the whole witty bantering, flirting or playing those sort of games, it was still a little different when it was unexpected. And this was unexpected enough to throw her off no matter how good she was doing to seem differently. Or hell, she probably as transparent as cellophane and she was just kidding herself.
Catching her bottom lip with her teeth she tugged at the lush tier and let it go before drawing her eyes back up to his face. A point of interest, though, seemed to be the fact that neither had dropped the others hand, so she helped the situation from becoming uncomfortable. (Which was for more her sake then anything really.) There was no ready reason (yet) why the touch should have been lingering in the first place despite how friendly the encounter was going.
Lifting her hand out of his Jayla brushed her fingers across her forehead to again move her long bangs out of her eyes that the wind seemed insistent on musing despite her efforts - unable to tuck it behind her ear thanks to the cap she was wearing. Instead of worrying about it she dropped her hand and slipped her thumb into her back pocket, setting her weight onto mostly one foot.
When he asked for her number, just in case he needed to be compensated for his cigarette, any traces of peeping shyness was sent running right off her face as she raised an eyebrow again. Jayla’s lips settled into a smirk that could probably match right up to his. Of course she did have a cellphone, and it was in her back pocket at that very moment…but she hardly gave out her number to every good looking guy that she came across. In fact the only numbers in her phone were those of her family. Besides her thinking was it was a good excuse for face time.
“Hm,” she hummed, “how about a name and an IOU instead?”
The question was laced with just enough inviting incentive to get the guy to go along with it. If things progressed pleasantly enough like she saw them doing, then perhaps she could get his name and she could stop referring to him as that guy or just him in her mind.
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Post by Veyugan ~* on Oct 29, 2010 15:26:45 GMT -8
Moments before their little handshake had ended, the girl had bit down on her bottom lip in a manner that Veyugan couldn't really place. Was it a seductive manuever? Or more so teasing? There appeared to be somewhat of a rhyme or reason behind the small motion, as well as many of the motions this girl made throughout the encounter. In fact, the more the Czech interacted with the female, the harder it became for him to read her. Strange, as it was typically opposite.
Once more her hair danced in front of her face due to the help of the wind, and once more she attempted to to brush it away. However, with the current wind, her hair would just keep bouncing right back. A light laugh came from the Czech after her forfeit to the wind, partly due to the fact it was a comical sight, but more so the words of William Blake's: Mock On, Mock On, Voltaire, Rousseau came to mind.
The female shifted her weight into a stance, matched with a look that blatantly signified she was sizing up Veyugan. Her smile contorted to a smirk which Veyugan assumed that maybe, she liked what she saw. However confident the Czech was in himself, he never displayed anything more than his smirk that was honestly unreadable, or a smile. So, he allowed his pearly whites to shine through a warm smile as her lips moved to speak once more.
The Czech raised the cigarette that had by now burned down halfway, taking a long pull into his lungs. Retracting his hand, he flicked the end of the butt with his thumb, causing the smoldered ash to explode from the tip and be carried away in the wind. Smoke billowed from Veyugan's nose for a moment before the excess flowed from a slightly parted smirk. With the nicotine finally entering his system, his body relaxed slightly as his free hand came up to run its fingers through his hair. As her suggestion lingered in the air, Veyugan's own lips moved to speak.
"I'm Veyugan. Or Vey, if you'd prefer. And you are?"[/color][/font]
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Post by Jayla Herrera on Oct 29, 2010 16:49:31 GMT -8
Veyugan. When he tossed his name her way, Jyla rolled it around mentally and for a quick moment found herself trying to place his nationality. It obviously wasn’t American, but she reasoned it would be a good, or rather interesting, conversation for later – also motivation to talk to him again. She couldn’t say she was exactly immune to the charmingly open smile he showed her (she was only eighteen) but she was proud of herself on some level that she managed to beat back the threatening heat that wanted to rise up high on her cheeks.
“Veyugan,” she said trying it out on her own tongue – her easy grin still firmly in place, finding it a little presuming to even try and shorten it, even if he had given the okay to do so. They weren’t nearly familiar enough with each other for her try, it just wouldn’t feel…right. She had an odd sense of mixed principles like that, but it wasn’t like she was trying to take this guy for his money. “I’m Jayla. Jayla Herrera.”
Since they had already gotten the handshake out of the way she stayed her own hand right where it was at, but her gaze shifted toward the school hearing the first bell that signaled the beginning of class. “Oh, darn,” she stressed out almost sarcastically but mostly to herself, “looks like I’m late…guess there isn’t any point in going.”
Not that she had been looking for an excuse before to cut but now that she had one, Jayla was going to run with it, if she could. Sidling her eyes back to Veyugan she lifted a shoulder and tipped her head somewhat with the motion, “how about…I pay you back now so this doesn’t end in some nasty civil lawsuit, you know. Wouldn’t want you come back saying you are having neck pains.”
Her tone entirely was colored with the humor of it and carried by another laughing cadence – the idea that she could hurt anything other then an insect (something she probably wouldn’t do anyways since she had a small phobia of the crawling/flying/stinging not to mention creepy variety) was sort of amusing. Jayla just didn’t exactly strike an intimidating figure in any situation. “We can settle things over say...coffee?”
That was probably a first for her, asking someone to go do something and she felt herself become suddenly and surprisingly enough anxious over the answer. She had to actually had to stop herself from reaching up to play with the ends of one braid resting over the front of her shoulders.
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Post by Veyugan ~* on Oct 30, 2010 17:52:44 GMT -8
As the girl gave a go at pronouncing his name, the Czech was surprised she had gotten it right - even after he had just said it himself. There were few people that knew how to pronounce his name - even some of his closest acquaintances. His smile resurfaced as she gave her name. Jayla. Easy enough. Honestly, Veyugan was expecting something stranger than that - as most people that went to 259 had the weirdest names he'd ever heard of. It was a nice change of pace to meet someone whose name didn't have a thousand syllables.
"Nice to meet you miss Herrera."[/font][/color]
As soon as the Czech finished his sentence, a metallic ringing noise echoed over the emptying courtyard. Veyugan's head turned slightly - allowing him to see the main building in his peripherals. It seemed the Czech had caused Jayla to be tardy to class. Turning his head back to the girl, she began to speak again.
Veyugan's smile curved back into a smirk as he caught a little edge of sarcasm when she spoke. At this rate, she would only be late by a few minutes - but instead she seemed to hint that maybe there was something else on her mind that she would prefer to do besides go to class.
Her body shifted slightly as she spoke again - offering to repay the Czech back now as opposed to later. A soft chuckle came from Veyugan at the girl's joke. His free hand came up to rub his neck in reply. Well, now that you mention it ...
"It is a little stiff. Nothing a massage couldn't fix though, so don't worry Jayla - you're good."[/color][/font]
Paying careful attention to how he spoke - Veyugan made sure that the massage reference would be a neutral comment. There was no implications to Jayla to be the one to give the massage, but he wouldn't turn it down. He wanted to see what she would say or do.
As she asked if he would accompany her to a cup of coffee, the Czech noticed an ever so slight change in the way she looked at him. It appeared - by the way her eyes drove into his - she was hoping he'd say yes. Now, he can't ruin miss Jayla's hopes and dreams now, can he?
"That sounds fantastic. Would you prefer to walk, or drive?[/color][/font]
A smile spread slowly over the Czech's lips.
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Post by Jayla Herrera on Nov 6, 2010 16:43:02 GMT -8
She couldn’t and didn’t stop the eyebrow that rose fractionally – nothing more then a twitch really - at being called Miss but thought to herself, chivalry wasn’t dead, just…dusty with cobwebs on it. She didn’t correct him because as the conversation progressed she smiled a little wider, pleased to hear her first name being used instead. Though, her smiling face broke in its façade – pursing her lips a little, and narrowed her eyes in hearty skepticism when he reached up to rub his neck.
Though it didn’t sound like a come on, she didn’t cast it being in an entirely casual light either, and the moment was drug out for her as she waited for his answer. It was simply because she had never really been told no, or not gotten what she wanted. Actually being here was the first time her parents had put down their foot firmly, and while she was legally an adult, and she didn’t have to do it…she wasn’t stupid.
Jayla wasn’t into the whole making a statement by being independent deal. She didn’t want the responsibility of living on her own, supporting herself. But something was making her rebel now, or rather just push back a little in retaliation. Then again that was all she’d every pretty much done in her life – push back, so it was no surprise she’d do it now. Despite how childishly unappealing the quality was. Maybe someday that would change but not now. Hey being spoiled didn’t’ make her a bad person, just unaccustomed to things.
In any case, her absence today wouldn’t get her kicked out or in real trouble, like suspension…surely not. The problem more then likely would be when she started attending. Would she be able to kick her old habits? Probably not. She felt a wash relief, regardless, when Veyugan agreed and hummed thoughtfully when he asked if she preferred to walk or wanted to drive. Since she didn’t own vehicle, that left her to believe he did or he was going to suggest the bus. Which ever it was, in her shoes…walking went right out the window, “well I don’t know of any good coffee shops in walking distance, unless you do…?”
She let the question/statement hang in the air, waiting to see what he’d pick up on or take the initiative to do – though he hardly struck her as an individual that needed much invitation to do anything. While she wasn’t necessarily uninterested she liked for others to be in charge more or less – liked dominating personalities that…took care of things, but there was just something discomforting about lingering on school grounds after the bell had rung. Jayla didn’t want to give someone in a position of authority at this place the chance to say anything to her. So with a tip of her head and a raised eyebrow, but still smiling somewhat, she took a step in the direction she had been going.
((ooc - D= omg I'm sorry that took so long...and it was such a lame reply too... -.- ))
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