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Post by Adrienne Dionas on Jun 16, 2010 13:19:24 GMT -5
She glanced to him for a moment before she reached for her hoodie and pulled it back on. She didn't want to draw any attention to herself using the scars. She hated having to explain why they were there. That wasn't anyone's buisness. That was hers and hers alone. The only people who really saw them were the girls she was bunking with. They didn't really ask questions though. They seemed to understand that she didn't want to talk about it, and she very much appreciated that.
She tried her hardest to focus, but that had gone out the window when Dylan started talking to her. She gasped in surprise when she bounced the que ball and sent it flying off the table. A few more inches to the right and it would have hit Dylan instead of landing on the couch like it did. She stood there wide eyed for a moment before she relaxed and went to retrieve the que ball. "Sorry." She mumbled softly as she bent a little and picked it up, licking her lips before she turned back to her game. She played with her hair for a moment as she debated where she wanted to set down the que ball.
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Post by dylancooper on Jun 16, 2010 18:19:18 GMT -5
Dylan’s attention was drawn away from his book when the que ball hit the chair next to him. He looked up at her for a minute as she collected the ball and apologised. ”Are you?” He asked. ”Cause either your aim sucks and you sent the ball flinging off the table or your aim sucks and you missed me” He said knowing how absolutely paranoid he sounded when he accused her of trying to hit him. ”Either way your aim sucks” He added.
He knew he could act slightly paranoid sometimes, a social worker claimed it was a defence mechanism and continued on some psycho babble about how not trusting people keeps him safe from being hurt again. He rolled his eyes at her and didn’t say anything. He never did talk to the social works or shrinks people made him talk too.
Though he did know he could be a little irrational with trust and paranoia, she probably wasn’t trying to hit him. He wasn’t going to say that though, he wouldn’t apologize for his behaviour or explain it to her. He just hoped she let it go, didn’t comment on it and went back to her game. That would make everything so much easier.
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Post by Adrienne Dionas on Jun 16, 2010 22:45:38 GMT -5
She glanced to him for a moment, violet pools studying him thoughtfully as she set her ball down where she could and wanted it. She quirked an eyebrow at him thoughtfully before she aimed for the ball she wanted. She turned her head back to him, smiling when she made her move she wanted. "Well then, if you have such a superior aim, then why don't you come show off your impressive skills, oh wise one." She said as she stood up straight and leaned her hip against the pool table. She crossed her hands across her chest, her pool stick resting against her hip.
He could sure talk the talk, but he didn't look like his aim was much better, sitting there with his book. She was curious to see if he was really any better than she was though. She didn't figure she would be able to intice him into playing with her though. He didn't exactly seem like the type who liked to socialize in such a way though, so she restrained herself from asking him to. After all, he turned her down once already. Who was to say he would take her up on her challenge now?
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Post by dylancooper on Jun 21, 2010 20:33:04 GMT -5
Dylan rolled his eyes again, wondering if he was ever going to be able to finish his damn book. Books were so much easier to deal with then people and he would much rather read then deal with people ever. He talked to her first, so he guessed it was his own fault. He talked to one person and all of a sudden he's talking about his mother and suicide. He just didn't understand why people would want to die, why his mother would want to die... him apparently but... Ok this was bad, those thoughts and admitting things about himself... it made him want to throw something or kick someone. Ok, no if he got angry he was going to get kicked out and sent to juvie. That would be bad.
"Yeah, I have no aim" He admitted to her with a shrug, it was so very true. "I've never played and I have my own natural lack of aim to help me suck" he said slightly sarcastic, but hey if you don't have much to be proud of you might as well be proud of sucking. "However even I could manage to keep the ball on the table" He said, cause even with no aim he could manage to keep a ball from going airborne.
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Post by Adrienne Dionas on Jun 22, 2010 12:42:43 GMT -5
An eyebrow quirked up as she glanced to him. "All talk and no game.. figures." She said gently. Her tone was a bit teasing, but she held off on the teasing a little to avoid any confrontation. She hated confrontation. It was stupid and pointless and created more drama than there needed to be. She hated drama. She hated fighting and all the drama that came with it. She liked peace and quiet.
Adrienne smirked at his comment about keeping the balls on the table. She eyed him for a moment before she went back to her game. "I hate to break it to you, but if your aim sucks, your ability to keep the balls on the table is gonna suck." She said matter of factly as she took a jab, watching the last of the balls fall into a middle hole. She stood and looked to him for a moment before she put the pool stick away. She slowly walked over to him. She sat down in the seat next to him and studied the book thoughtfully. "The Great Gagsby... never could get into that one." She said gently as she leaned back in her seat and crossed one leg over the other. Adrienne had turned to art and books after her mother's death. Of course, most of the books she read were trashy romance novels, but still. She read a few of the classics. Some of them she had some trouble getting through, and some of them she just didn't finish. Case in point, The Great Gatsby.
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Post by dylancooper on Jul 3, 2010 9:34:38 GMT -5
He rolled his eyes at her comment. ”I don’t think not wanting to play pool and admitting I’m not good at it counts as all talk and no game, I mean I didn’t exactly announce I was a pool champion” He said, he tried to fight back the slight annoyance that he felt and the slight feeling of being attacked. Though that was probably the longest sentence he spoke since he had been at Willow Brooke. ”no. I think sending the balls flying off the table is a special talent” He said sounding amused. Attempting to ignore his normal thoughts.
Of course it probably would of helped if she left him alone instead of coming over to sit next to him. Really was she just trying to get a reaction? Books, ok good that was a good topic. That was a good way to distract him. ”You mean you don’t like prohibition, alcohol smuggling, comments on social inequality based on social class, murder and metaphors for God?” Ok, so maybe he got why people didn’t like it. He thought it was pretty good so far, he loved old books. A huge reason for that was because current books sucked, case and point Twilight. Though there were a lot of old books he hated, like anything by Hemingway.
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Post by Adrienne Dionas on Jul 3, 2010 13:33:31 GMT -5
She studied him thoughtfully, violet pools looking up up and down before she shifted and tucked her feet underneath her. "It's a very useful skill if you want to hit a ball that's on the other side of one you don't want to hit." She commented as she looked up to him. The thing about that particular trick was control. You had to be able to control the que ball if you really wanted to pull off that trick. She could feel a little tension coming off him and it, in turn, made her a little tense. She wanted no trouble, and she was sure he didn't either. She wasn't trying to purposely get him mad if that was the case.
She smirked and sighed softly. "Oh, no, I enjoyed the prohibition and alcohol smuggling. Maybe even the metaphors for God." She looked at the book thoughtfully for a moment. She didn't mind old books. They were always so full of metaphors and similes and all those other literature things that old timey authors used. "I just couldn't seem to get into the rest of it." She said conversationally as she studied the book. She didn't have a preferred old-time author, but for some reason, she did have a thing for Nora Roberts even though most of her books were somewhat repetitive. Adrienne was probably considered the typical teenage girl. She had a thing for romance novels and what not. She did occasionally read westerns and action novels, but she read romances the most.
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