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Post by Carlee Daniels on Jan 27, 2011 13:44:11 GMT -8
( OOC: I am going with this thread being after the Victoria's Not So Secret thread. )
Though the neighborhood she lived in had a great route to use for her running and she had a tredmill in her house that would work just as well, she was more in the mood to get her run in this afternoon before returning home. It had been her first day at school and so far everything had gone pretty good. She got a few compliments on her outfit, a few girls begging to know about how she kept her hair so pink, and even a few looks from the boys of the basketball team. All in all it was good.
Now, changed into a pair of gym shorts and a white sports bra, she was making her second lap around the track. Her backpack and other belongings laid upon one of the empty bleachers that lined the track. She loved the outdoors, choosing to spend most of her time outside rather than cooped up in some room. Though, when she got it in her head to paint something, she had been known to lock herself in her studio for hours on end.
As she drew in deep breaths through her nose, exhaling through her mouth, she looked at her watch, checking her heart rate as the little symbol flashed faster and faster with each step she took. Her long pink hair now free from its styled fashion she had worn it up in to school and tied back in a loose ponytail that swayed back and forth with every step she took. What bit was unable to be held back by the rubber band she had used now falling and plastering to her sweat lined brow.
The rest of her didnt fare so well either, beads of sweat rolling down her stomach and arms, a few even trailing down her back as she pushed herself for at least two or three more laps. She knew she could handle it and so far no distractions had come her way. It was a great way to burn off the days stressers and it was also something that kept her rather calm when her anxiety tended to want to rear its ugly little head.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jan 27, 2011 15:02:47 GMT -8
Lecherous Intent? Early morning training left "Unfettered" slightly scuffed up but with a lack of bruises. A few band-aids covered his arms as the German went through what was commonly known as "the motions" of high school for the early morning. When he wasn't busy slipping out of people's views, he was busy being very quiet and watchful. This morning, however, involved a charade of what was quickly becoming known as the "hanky-panky" incident, and "Unfettered" was more to the buildings roofs for a majority of the rest of the day.
In truth, "Unfettered" was busy looking through his compilation of files. Names, people considered to be P.O.P.s---when he happened to catch sight of the moving figure, topped with a pink head (from what he could make out in the distance... with one eye) making its way around the track.
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The German grinned.* * * * * * * * * * * * * A few minutes later, a tall figure could be seen by the girl deliberately making its way towards the bleachers. The figure was wearing what was simply a pair of jeans, black sneakers, a white short-sleeved t-shirt... and long white hair. Depending on how close or how far the girl was, it may or may not have been hard to see the eye-patch over the figure's left eye. The red swastika-topped eye-patch.
Not even trying to hide his presence, the character would calmly, purposefully make his way over to the girl's backpack and other belongings and sit beside them, obviously looking at the girl. He would be hunched over, elbows craned onto his bowlegged knees, as his hands crumpled towards his inner thighs. His long white hair fell over a majority of his face, the strands only leaving enough room to showcase the character's ever-curious smile.
"Unfettered" watched, making no motions to disturb her. Making no motions of leaving.
If approached?
Well, the polite thing he would do is simply raise up his right hand, wave lightly---"Hallo there, fraulein." |
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Post by Carlee Daniels on Jan 27, 2011 15:20:14 GMT -8
She really didnt pay much attention to her surroundings as the figure made his way toward the bleachers, but when he drew closer to her belongings, she was forced to slow a bit as she watched him. If it wasn't for her purse being stuffed inside her bag and all of Daddy's credit cards being in there, she honestly wouldnt have cared, but as it stood, and from what she had heard, she had to take heed.
Finishing up her lap, she came to a stop in front of him. Her hands coming to rest on her knees as she bent slightly and worked to catch and maintain her breath. The hello not going unnoticed as one of her own hands worked free of its grip on the area just above her knee to wave in a friendly gesture.
"Hello. Nice fashion statement."
The same hand motioning toward the eye patch and the hair. He surely was different than anyone else she had met so far. But then different was not always such a bad thing.
"Thought I was the only one who would be hanging around this long after the final bell."
Finally managing to gather her breath, at least some, she took a step forward, extending her hand toward him as the other came up to grab a towel from beside her backpack, using it to wipe the sweat away from her chest and neck and then from her face.
"Name's Carlee, Carlee Daniels. You?"
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jan 28, 2011 15:53:20 GMT -8
A Point To Point With interested, "Unfettered" observed as the girl instinctively made for him out of self-defense of her gear, thinking to himself. People watching could be very boring---if you only watched on group of people. That's what made 259 so interesting---when compared to the rest of Long Beach. In his back pocket, the German's "Soul Ring" still leaned towards this girl, amongst many others, tugging harder as she approached him.
The girl's physique could be considered model-esque. She wasn't so thinly starved so much as the fact that she could have easily been on an FHM or Maxim magazine. "Unfettered's" eye trailed the slight swing of the hips, the type of composure with what the girl walked, how she held herself in that girly mannerism from a hard run while still being polite enough to try and wave. To any other person, she might appear to be (granted, a very attractive) preppy girl or one possessed of a highly artistic, Democratic persuasion."Hello. Nice fashion statement."This received a renewed smile for an instant as the German laughed to himself, hunching over a bit more for a second---only a second."Thought I was the only one who would be hanging around this long after the final bell."'New girl.'"Name's Carlee, Carlee Daniels. You?"Haughty? Playful? How would he act? Scooting from his seat a little to the side to give 'Carlee' a berth of room with which to grab the towel, "Unfettered" stood up, the "interested" smile on his face still present. This Carlee, with how she prioritized things appeared to be very unabashed with how she held herself, drying herself off in front of him.
That was okay.~"'Unfettered.' Pleased to meet you, Carlee."The German's own right hand moved out to reach to hers, gripping as tightly as Miss Daniels' grip would. His eye would lock onto hers and intensify his smile in a peculiar way for a small moment before letting go.
Upon releasing, he'd look out to the field, his attention seemingly distracted. His demeanor appeared to neutralize a little...
..."You're very quick. Very quick."Amused.
He shifted his head to face hers slowly, his amusement increasing."Are you aware of exactly how fast you are?"
"Compared to others?"
"How incredible your constitution to keep running is compared to zat of a U.S. soldier?"Keke.
"Unfettered" had begun the process. He considered Carlee as he looked again with the continued interest and slowly was starting to understand why his ring was tugging so hard.~ |
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Post by Carlee Daniels on Jan 31, 2011 10:33:31 GMT -8
After the morning she had in this new school, she was not too put off by the way he acted or the way he dressed. Instead she just scanned him over with that pleasant and polite smile ever constant on her lips and went about drying herself off. His grip was firm, not fully unexpected due to the fact he was a guy, but something that caused her to make sure her own was just as firm. Well, as firm as possible for a girl of her size and strength.
Pulling her hand back as it was released, she dropped her eyes down to her stomach as her hand, with towel firmly in place, started moving over it, drying the sweat away from there and listening patiently to what he had to say. She wasn't sure what to say to his statement to be honest. He was talking about things she paid little to no attention to.
Lifting her gaze back toward his own, the smile faded from her lips just slightly as both pink brows lifted in a bit of a quizical look. "Strange." She thought to herself, yet almost as quickly as the smile had faded, it was returned as she gave a little laugh and shook her head.
"Always so formal?"
She tossed the towel over to right of her bag and then grabbed said bag to open it, pulling out a bottle of water. The brand was nothing too fancy but it was uncommon, speaking something about her and about her tastes. After taking a refreshing drink, letting the somewhat cool water splash down her throat, she lowered the bottle and replaced the cap. Attention turning back to him fully now.
"Well I wouldn't know about all that. But thanks. I think."
She gave another little laugh, this time the tiny yet embarrassing snort on the end of it heard as her hand came up to try and conceal it, covering her lips briefly. As her hand fell away, it left her with a smile, despite her cheeks being tinged with red from her embarrasment. She didn't really know what to make of him. It was not so much the fomality of him that threw her off, her Mother was that way all the time, but more so something else she just couldn't put her finger on.
"As to how fast I am. No clue. Never really cared enough to put a calculator to it."
She had a very friendly, yet carefree way about her. She was full of laughs and smiles, even if inside was insecurities and uncertainty. She lived life to live it, not to stress the small stuff and suck the fun out of it.
Placing one hand on her hip, the other still holding her water, she slid one foot out in front of the other slightly. Spreading her stance just enough to jut out her hip, her eyes focused on him as was her attention. He had not come across as a threat right away, so for now she would not treat him as one. Letting her guard down slightly, though never all the way.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Feb 13, 2011 3:09:21 GMT -8
"It's Not Wrong." "Always so formal?""Keke..." This girl, this "Carlee Daniels" was a girl who immediately struck him as a character of interest. Not for obvious attractiveness or her rather pleasing personality, but for unspoken values and ideals. It was exhumed and expressed from Carlee as an aura to the German. She possessed such a mentality and attitude that "Unfettered" strove for and disdained totally at the same time. He did what he did best.
He smiled. How do you define freedom of the mind, body and soul?"Well I wouldn't know about all that. But thanks. I think."And with, Carlee snorted, to which "Unfettered" obliged with a laugh. Quietly at first, his whole upper-body began to shake with total amusement, albeit at her expense---but encouragingly so. The German cared not for natural reactions of the body or its normal functions and the disdain that average society had for them.
Sort of.
Tai helped out with cooking breakfast this morning. So "Unfettered" would have to excuse himself in about twenty minutes for a pit-stop to the bathroom.
Simply glorious."As to how fast I am. No clue. Never really cared enough to put a calculator to it.""You don't have to start caring now," "Unfettered" agreed, recomposed and nodding. For effect, he bit the corner of his lower lip for a moment as he paused, quickly loosening his teeth a second after they clenched.
Hugging his arms about him, his head giving her an obvious look-over from top to bottom, "Unfettered's" demeanour scarcely changed throughout."259 is known to house people of incredible talents. And you... Are incre-dible."
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