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Fowler
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Date Posted: 18:32:12 01/27/02 Sun
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º . • º jordan º • . º
's message, "• . • º l o n e + r a n g e r º • . •" on 17:30:38 01/27/02 Sun
Slender limb encased in a grey and black fleece jacket stretches out towards the large, mainly glass door of the large Wing's entrance, a bit eager to rush into the welcoming arms of warmth known to dwell within most public buildings. The opening is only an inch, perhaps two, and barely ajar as the sassy brunette turns to respond to her friend, but quickly she loses grasp of the handle. The gaze of she had lingered on the face of Madison, yet abruptly it had diverted to the form of an -oddly familiar- figure approaching.
Aware of the door closing quickly, and the fact the two sophomores are still in the cold outdoors, Fowler stands idle for a moment. Words, which afterwards she deems blatantly idiotic, form on her lips, "Your brother's coming." Nothing else comes to her mind, or at least for a few moments, as she watches Jordan stroll up to the two.
Half of a smirk springs to her well-defined lips, a retort forming on the tip of her tongue. Somehow she knew that he greeted her as such only on the fact of her clearly telling him not to do so. Only, he cuts her off as he starts to tell his sister of the situation at hand. Listening intently to the predicament, the slender belle remains mute, almost tongue-tied (a first, as he finishes his part of the conversation.
The green and brown toned orbs of she flicker from Jordan to Madison, and then back to Jordan again. Empathy stretches out towards the two, especially at the sudden hoarseness of the cowboy's voice. Fluttering sigh catches in her throat at the constant turmoil life bestows on all people; sometimes a burden and sometimes a joy.
Fowler's thoughts are broken only as a handsome student tries to slip between her frame and the door. Quickly she moves out of the way, and the young man flashes her a flirtatious grin of thanks. Small smile traces her own cherry-hued mouth, a silent "your welcome" to the nameless man as he disappears into the interior.
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