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[> [> Its a gift in small doses. -- Hero Adair, 12:34:26 06/05/02 Wed

Stopped, startled by the sudden ripple in her view of the students. Frown was given as she turned to face the speaker, his words muffled but audible. Lips were pursed in thought, contemplating the consequence of popping the offending bubble. Shrug was given as she raised the wand to her head and promptly popped the bubble. Eyed the young male carefully, albeit cautiously, before stepping to his side. "Ah, pish, now that wasn't very nice. I'll have to retaliate, you know." Raised a soaken hand to shake behind him, splattering moisture each way.

[ooc: weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee i love you! you replied! ^_^ something to do!]

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[> [> [> Re: A treasure one would rather not keep. -- Nicolas Venecia, 22:08:05 06/05/02 Wed

He felt the cold trickle and stick to his back, warming his skin. He shrugged, the action having absolutely no further meaning than what he said, "Great. Shower without trashing my clothes. Perfect with the theme I'm trying to hold." He looked to her, blatantly indifferent in his own aloof, punky sense of expression that was all his own. You couldn't tell if he cared of if he didn't, if he was paying attention or he was just looking. "You were doing the same mean thing to them," He commented, pointing at the crowds about them with his eyes. "You deserved it." He smiled, joking.

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[> [> [> [> And thus be drowned in low self-esteem -- Hero Adair, 22:45:49 06/05/02 Wed

Pulled a chair to his side, sitting upon it backwards. Arms were crossed o'er the back of the seat, chin resting upon the appendages as she pouted, "Aw, a few harmless little bubbles certainly weren't worth little ol'Hero getting soaked, now were they?" Dark oculars studied the new male with interest, roaming o'er him momentarily before returning her attention to his face and his reaction to her inquiry. Lower lip was bitten and brows arched inquisitively as she awaited his retort.

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[> [> [> [> [> Re: And egotism is better? -- Nicolas Venecia, 21:51:56 06/06/02 Thu

A brow rose, seeming a bit vindictive, but who knew with Nick? He smiled with the same teeny-nasty expression as his guitar slid flat on his jean-hugged thighs. He tapped his toes, eyeing the other. “Looking for something alien?” He queried with a snort. He then shrugged and put his feet down, guitar thrown up slightly to fall into his hands, playing along with “Hot One”, which was softly playing out on the speakers.

He said, amidst the poppy notes, “My justification of your actions remain,” He said, barely focusing on the notes yet hitting them with precision. He’d love this song enough once to feel and play it from heart. “I did what I did, and you did what you did, so whatever.”

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[> [> [> [> [> [> You live longer. But who ever said I was egotistical? -- Hero Adair, 18:02:58 06/08/02 Sat

"Looking for something nice." Retort was somewhat bitter, but only in regret that she had caused his opinion of she to be so low. First impressions, were just as thus stated. They were the first and so you couldn't change that, so she decided to reconcile. "I apologize if I offended you, though I don't think you'll forgive me for it." Cheery visor was shadowed for the moment, calm demeanor settling as the suspiscion of offending the male had come to mind. She pocketed the wand which had been resting between her digits as she spoke to him.

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> Re: Nobody but you. -- Nicolas Venecia, 11:44:57 06/10/02 Mon

He snorted, laughing honestly after and kicking his Converses out. His fingers dug into the suede insides of his Versace jacket, feeling the damp. The water had crawled across the back and through the front, wetting everything, even if slightly. He didn’t quite care though, but before continuing to talk he picked up his bee-wand with his other hand and muttered some drying spell he’d learned after actually reading one book his parents had made him.

Sighing finally at the dry, warm feeling the spell brought, he put the bee back in its place and then proceeded to reply. “Nice isn’t quite my forte. Although I don’t know what you’re talking about, offending me and all that cal. No offense taken here,” His fingers fiddled with the fur of the bee on his wand.

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> And that would be a lie. -- Hero Adair, 15:32:56 06/10/02 Mon

Watched him dry himself before dark gaze traveled over the hall, searching briefly for her companion, Sean. Attention returned to he before her as words were vocalized. Managed a smile, though her hyper mood had bluntly been kicked in the ass. Not by the male's fault, but her own, of course. "Well, I'm sure that I'll find something nice with time." Soft sigh was given before continuing her reply, "I am thankful you took no offense in the matter."

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Re: Innocent until proven guilty. -- Nicolas Venecia, 20:42:50 06/12/02 Wed

He continued to stroke his bumblebee, quite detached as he usually was. He chuckled, cartoon eyes becoming small moons in his amusement. “Right, right,” He said, quoting one of his favorite movies, “A Clockwork Orange” (the line was oft used by Alex’s droogs). He shrugged slowly, lifting the wand from his pocket and gazing at his bee meaninglessly. But he decided to grace her with some form of another reply. “You people confuse me. I say there’s no offense and you thank me for not taking any when I hadn’t in the first place.” His chuckles turned into a concise laugh. “Perplexity to the uber-maximum, yeah.”

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Prove me guilty. -- Hero Adair, 05:48:38 06/13/02 Thu

Brows arched quizically as she digest his words before she laughed, "I'm afraid you lost me around the 'you people confuse me'." Grinned, shaking her head before glancing at the bumblebee. Smile broadened before she continued to inquire, "I suppose you already know my name, but I've yet to learn yours." Calves were drawn up to scratch idly as she awaited his answer.

[ooc: bleh ]

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Show me an accusation and you've got your proof. -- Nicolas Venecia, 13:51:01 06/13/02 Thu

He left a long pause between them, pulling lightly on his bumblebee’s right wing. He wasn’t really pondering whether or not to answer, he was just rather aloof. He may seem flippant, but sometimes you just have to be completely taken to care. It was in no offense, which is why he decided to go on talking. “That figures,” He answered. He waved his bee in front of her face with a snicker. “His name is Nick, Hero Adair, how the hell are you?”

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> I think I'll pass -- Hero Adair, 18:24:56 06/14/02 Fri

Gaze had wondered, catching the sight of Sean chatting with his friend, Scott. Attention wavered for a moment before returning to the male before her, slightly startled to find the bee in her face. Grin returned to the momentarily solemn features as a singular brow arched in amusement. "I'm feeling pretty damn good, actually. And you?" Inquiry was directed more toward the male, though the previous question had "been stated" through the bee.

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> It's all in my favor now. -- Nicolas Venecia, 18:11:05 06/16/02 Sun

“Good,” He said normally, setting the bee in between his legs, petting it. He had no qualms of her thinking he was strange, because he apparently was. You could tell from a mile away. Or perhaps he was just as normal. How was she to know? Nick poked at his hair, slightly distracted by the placing of a certain lock. Though he couldn’t see it, it was on his head and he knew. “Not bad at all. Buddy here thinks you’re all right. He also thinks you’re plenty bored with us. Funny, I think that too.” Disinterest had been with him the entire time. ‘Course, you’d never know. You’d have to, like, say something cool to be cool with Nick. And well, what was cool with Nick? You’d have to guess.

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> The tables may turn. -- Hero, 19:11:54 06/16/02 Sun

Lips were pursed momentarily as her gaze wandered between the male and his little buddy bee. After focusing her attention on Nick, she replied, "Bored wouldn't be the right adjective, actually. Wary, mayhaps, for it doesn't seem you are very entertained with me, either." She reached toward the table, taking a glass in her grasp. "And I'm not exactly sure what to do about it. It doesn't seem that my usual tricks will work upon you." Sip was taken from the glass, lips smacking dramatically as she finished, "Ah, and the kitchen's have yet to substitute their usual mineral water."

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Not with that previous statement. -- Nicolas Venecia, 20:00:24 06/16/02 Sun

Nicolas shrugged, aloof nature stuck with him. He sort of wanted not to seem to flippant, but it was a nature that stayed with him, like his remoteness. Anyway, he replied, “It takes a lot to get me interested. It’s probably why I’m at a lack of company. But don’t take it the wrong way. It’s not like I’d ever be bored with you, unless you really annoy me.” He smiled, looking up, thinking for a moment. “I think it happened once. I was at The Lounge and this girl was staring at me and the situation got so lame that I totally shrugged her off and walked away. I didn’t care if it was mean. It bothers me when people are beautiful yet have absolutely no substance.”

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> How can you be so sure? -- Hero, 04:41:34 06/21/02 Fri

"So I suppose you believe that beauty is only skin deep?" Soft laughter was given as she set the glass back upon the table. Hand retreated before she began to speak once again, "Well, Nick, do tell me whenever I begin to annoy you so that the matter may be thwarted." Listened intently to his reminesce [spelling?] of leaving the girl in the lounge, brows arching as she allowed a chuckle, "You just left her there? I wonder if she's still sitting there, worrying about where you went off to."

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> *You're* the one that accused *me*. -- Nicolas Venecia, 02:13:08 06/23/02 Sun

“Not quite. Beautiful people are beautiful people; some have nothing more to offer than their exterior, that’s all. And those are the people I can’t stand. I mean, we’re fuckin’ teenagers… I want a fucking conversation, not sex. A pretty face doesn’t suffice for some sort of entertainment other than staring admirably, if that can even be considered entertainment. So, no, beauty isn’t only skin deep. Some people are really beautiful inside.” He stopped before he continued with cheesy clichés, rolling his eyes at the question about the girl.

“I wouldn’t have given second flying fuck if she was still there, worried or not. I mean, I didn’t give one after only two minutes of her exuberant presence. Poor little shit just scurried off to be boring with other people.” Vulgar? Callous? Obviously, Nick didn’t care, and obviously, yes he damn was.

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