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Post by Myna Chan on Feb 4, 2010 0:47:35 GMT -5
I took Care to admire the building. Still Partly unfinished, the Clover-Leaf shaped stadium I cleverly nicknamed Heartland, already shone several lovely shades of green. The only things remained unfinished was the large, not yet shiny, metallic cloverleaf tipped sideways againest the ground, which was welded nicely to the side of the building, and the interior.
"I can't believe you talked me into designing the interior of your 'precious' building," murmured a voice behind me.
"I can't take all the credit." I murmured back, "You did design the interior. And besides. I like it! It's gonna be used for a bunch of things!"
She sighed, "Do you think people will actually rent it out?"
I turned to blink at her, "Of course. Think of how many grad-parties this place'll hold." I took another glance at the stadium.
"We should be getting home soon. You know. Grab a snack, then go to Kung Fu and all," she said, "Let's go Rosa." I grinned, then turned fo follow her, "Wanna get some Bubble-Tea?"
"No," she scoffed, "We just had yesterday!" I continued to grin. Typical Alika. Always there to keep me in check when I was too lazy to do so myself.
My name is Rosa De La Rhea. I'm 16 years old and am a proud Canadian. That's Alika. My younger sister, a good 4 years younger than me despite my late and her early birthday and the fact that we are the same height. Right now we are in Dublin, Ireland.
Alone.
That's right! No parents to help us out! They trust us enough to take care of ourselves. Though, while we're here, we're under the care of Sergey Pavlov, a Canadian born, Russian Engineer, who convinced my parents to let me and my sister accompany him to Dublin to oversee the construction of Heartland.
Not that we need much careing for. We did take up Kung Fu here. And he doesn't really check up on us anyway. At least 2-3 times a week 'just to make sure we're alive and kicking.' It's summer break. Thank goodness or we'd be stuck in Canada studying. Lol. Even without him checking on us, we take care to email/call our parents ever other night. We live in a big, nice, 5-star hotel, paid for by dear Sergey. Then a good $5000 Candian worth of Euros for souvenirs and such.
Did I tell you about church yet? We went to church Sunday and met the most Charming guy! How we're able to stand him I do not know. But no matter. His name is Paul. Paul Byrom. And this is how me and Alika got into this whole Celtic Thunder 'Mess.'I know this is supposed to be a Neil story. But he comes in later. Lol. Don't forget to Comment!
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Post by Myna Chan on Feb 5, 2010 18:57:02 GMT -5
You have your update. ******* The Next Day
The Sound of Bustling streets and cars honking took its time registering in my brain.
"Rosa. Rosa!" a voice broke my thoughts. "Huh?" I blinked at the young girl next to me. "You've been thinking about him again." "Who?" I asked. "Paul." she replied. "Not a second goes by without my thinking about how wonderous it was to have him smile at me." I joked, "But then again, I can't let my beating heart always go a flutter over him. It'll distract me from doing other things." "At least you're obsessing[/b][/u] over other things." Alika stated, "At long last, you've become a True Trekker again." "What do you mean?" I asked. Alika simply gazed at me. I knew exactly what she meant. Having been quite an obsessionist, she's known me to juggle several different passions at once. Today I was thinking about Star Trek, despite the Celtic Thunder Music steadily beating through my earphones to my brain, "You going home today?" "Yep." She repied, "Have fun reviewing Physics." I caught the sarcasm in her voice and couldn't help but smirk. Totally not my idea to review Physics while I was here. Ew. "Have fun on the flight home." I joked back. "Lucky you. Get to stay here. I had fun surfing." Alika Grinned. So did I. I never expected her to enjoy it as much as I did. Or the surfers here for that matter. Especially the surfers. We had readily taught ourselves how to do so, along with playing the guitar. She stopped, blinking up at the airport. We stole a quiet moment. Those who walked past saw two young women, both holding luggage, one had a cased guitar strapped to her back, the other had a customized surfboard as tall as she was with the word Music on it, framed by several shades of orange, yellow and red ribbons and music notes, tucked under her arm. I saw her through to the plane, "Don't forget to email!" She waved, carrier bag, guitar, surfboard and all. And so I headed home. To review. Ewwwwwwwww. My phone beeped and I took a glance at the text. Oh. Sergey, 'Go to the closest music studio by your place. Bring something to do.' And with it came the address. And so I went.[/color]
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Post by Myna Chan on Feb 7, 2010 0:58:49 GMT -5
********Several Hours Later
So there I sat.
At a Table.
Doing Physics.
Ewwwww.
Listening to Celtic Thunder.
Purple frames pushed up against my face, threatening to leave a mark on either side of my nose bridge as I pored through the questions of my Physics book. I did not see Paul walk through the doors with his friends and walk down of the halls. He did not see me either.
When I looked up, I found myself staring into the Canon camera lens of a pretty redhead, only a year or two older than me. I pulled one of my earphones out of my ear as I watched her curiously. She looked up at me once, then grinned, "Oh. Hi. sorry, just-"
I shook my head, "Don't worry about it. I like your camera." She grinned even more broadly, "I'm glad. I'm Rebecca by the way. Rebecca Harkin." "I'm Rosa. Rosa De La Rhea. Nice to meet you Rebecca," I gladly shook her hand. She had a nice grip, one that had shaken one hand too many. She sat down next to me, "What are you doing?"
"Physics." I replied. "Ew." she wrinkled her nose. "Yeah." I murmured, "I was finished anyway." She then picked up the earphone which hung loosely from it's brother in my other ear and put it up to hers. I caught her smirk as she straigtened, "You've heard of my older brother then?" I smiled and nodded. Rebecca grinned at me admirably, "You're casual. I like that. The other fangirls would beg me for their autographs and such." "I understand," I replied, "I can see why though." We chuckled.
"BOO!"
I flinched. She gave a small squeak as she jumped. Kind of a bad place to end. But you'll have to wait! Lol.
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Post by Myna Chan on Feb 11, 2010 12:45:29 GMT -5
"Oh. Conor."
Conor McGinty[/b] smirked at Becca and winked at me as he slid into the seat across from us, "Hi. What's the craic?" Rebecca rolled her eyes at me, "Rosa, Conor McGinty, Conor, this is Rosa De La Rhea." I smiled softly at him, "Nice to meet you Conor." He cracked a heartwarming smile at me, "Doin' Physics?" "Not anymore." I shook my head. "Have you a phone?" he asked again in that darling accent of his. I slipped my Iphone out of my pocket and handed it to him. He slid around the table to sit next to me, held up the camera towards us, pulled another grin, and took a pictire. I couldn't help but grin even wider, I was going to like this kid. Becca motioned for my phone. I handed it to her and watched as she put in a new contact, "Who you texting?" She beamed mischivously at me. I blinked at the incoming text. 'Do I know you?' Becca's eyes drifted upwards to mee mine briefly. "Whozat?" Conor's voice. My attention shifted from Conor, back to Keith's sister, barely missing her next reply.'I know who you are. I know where you live.' Then. It Rang. I pressed the talk button, putting it on speaker phone. "Hello? Hello?" I blinked as a very utterly gorgeous sounding Irish accented voice rose out of my phone. The only sound now, was Conor's heavy breathing. After a few long seconds. "Conor? Rebecca? I know that's you." I rushed to press the end button as Becca and Conor leapt out of their seats. They were amused. I could tell, as I sprinted out the door after them. They took left. I followed, barely missing the tall-dark haired, blue eyed adorable leaning on the side of the building, dressed in plaid, jeans, arms crossed and two buckets of water at his feet.[/color] Oh! What's going to happen next? Wait and see!
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Post by Myna Chan on Feb 13, 2010 23:32:58 GMT -5
"Don't look back."
His voice barely even registered[/b] in my head. We kept running, then heard laughter. I recognized Conor's voice. I slowed to a walk to catch my breath. "That was for the lake!" a deep voice that was not Conor made itself heard. I heard Becca's voice ahead. I followed, and bumped into someone. I looked up. He.Was. Tall."Where are you going little lassie?" 'Scottish.' I thought as the white lie popped out of my mouth, "Library." I held up the vampire related book that was not Twilight under my arm, "I just realized it's a day late." Okay. Not exactly a full out lie, but the book was due yesterday. He grinned, squatting down to my height, "You know. You won't be charged for this." His hand tugged on the book. He looked over the cover, "Shadow Kiss." He glanced at me, "Twi-hard are you?" I shook my head, no. He stood up, "You can come out now Rebecca." Rebecca looked very meek as she come out of the store next to us, mumbling, "Hi George." So This George Donaldson. I smiled, "May I have the book back now?" He grinned again, and placed it in my hands, "Come on. I wanna show you something. You too Rebecca. Sharon'll have something to say about this." George patted me on the shoulder, "Don't worry about that book. Irish librarians don't charge tourists.[/color] Now I don't know if Tourists can even borrow books in different countries....so...yeah....but...Anyway. Don't forget to comment!
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Post by Myna Chan on Feb 23, 2010 13:01:29 GMT -5
As we approaced the revolving doors, a very blonde, very soaked man shook his head at the still revolving doors, "Oh Damian..." Two young men stumbled into the foyer, doubling over with laughter and dizziness.The blonde sputtered water as he grinned at me, Rebecca and George, "Hi!"
Oh. Keith.
George turned to Keith's sister, "What have you done this time?!?!?" Rebecca went red. Then more laughter as Conor caught Keith in the face with a bucket full of what looked like Gatorade. The eldest member of Celtic Thunder did not look amused as he escorted us inside. Keith was now dripping water and Gatorade all over the floor, looking very unhappy.
Then, a voice out of nowhere, "So. Hi there." I looked into a pair of blue eyes, and grinned, "Hi There. I'm Rosa.""Damian," He beamed, "Damian Mcginty.
I blinked.
Shoot.
Damian.
Damian!
Oh dear.
"So." He spoke, "How're you Rosa?" If only I weren't so used to having tall, hot Irish boys say my name in their wonderful Irish accents. Then My heart would've simply melted into a pool on the floor. Ah, but my heart couldn't help but melt a bit. Gotta love them Irish Accents.
My friend Piper does. She'll love Damian for sure. ;P "Good." I replied, "You?"
"Good. Nice to meet you." He replied, offering a hand. I took it. Yet another hand which had shaken one too many.
A door creaked, distracting my heart from melting any more. I blinked as a cork bounced of the wall, barely missing my nose. Rebecca and Conor were hollaring with laughter as Keith tried, and failed to protect himself from the oncoming attack that was Guiness, and Whipping Cream. Even George couldn't help but be amused. Rebecca shrieked as Conor and Damian covered her in whipping cream. And yet somehow George managed to herd us all ino the room like cattle.
It was quite a party. I mean, Guiness + whipping cream everywhere! How I managed to aviod all this, I do not know. So I retreated. Only to have two men point bottles of whipping cream at me and hollar, "FBI! FREEZE!"
Oh! Who could it be? Lol.
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Post by Myna Chan on Feb 26, 2010 1:31:44 GMT -5
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
I greatly overexaggerated my yell.
Green eyes met brown.
And lit up.
"BOLLOCKS! YELLAHABEEBEE!" we hollared.
Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!
AH!!! Goodie!!
Oh, how life was good. A crazy dinosaur flailasaurous from both me and the crazy swanky that was Paul Byrom. We hugged.
Then two more[/b] voices. "FREEZE!" Oh goodie. Now I am a human shield. "I didn't do it!" Paul whined, his voice hovered somewhere next to my right shoulder. Damo was aiming his whipping cream bottle at another man. Aha! Ry - oof. Dear Paul has thrown me at his opponent. I looked into a pair of brown eyes. "Hello....gorgeous." Oh boy. I felt color rise into my cheeks, murmuring, "ouch." He smiled briefly, "Sorry. Momentum kinda...knocked us over." Oo-er. How utterly fabbity-fab-fab. We were on the floor. He was leaning over me! "Hello Rosa." Sharon. Good Grief. "I see you met the gang." I tipped my head sideways, "Hi Sharon!!" "Well. You've met Rebecca, Conor, and Damian. And that's George, Ryan and Keith. Paul you know. " They each nodded in turn. I smiled. "I see you've met our guitarist. Neil, Rosa De La Rhea. Rosa, Neil Byrne." Gorgey indeed. "Hi. Nice to meet you!" I managed as he helped me up. "Yeah. Nice to meet you too." The Door opened to reveal Phil, and a very breathless Sergey. "Hi all." Phil said." "Hi Phil." we chorussed. "What I miss?" The musical genius asked. Sharon shrugged, eyes sparkling. Phil blinked casually at Conor, "Then why is Keith, Rebecca and Ryan covered in whipping cream? And why does it smell strongly of Guiness?" When no one answered, he turned his attention to me, "Thank you for the lovely floor plan dear. Heartland...what an approproate title." I smiled, "You're welcome!" "Well?" Phil beamed, "Sit!" Everyone scrambled for a seat. Those covered in whipping cream, [or in Keith's case, whipping cream, Guiness, water, and Gatorade] sat on chairs as to not ruin the lovely Ikea chairs, Sharon, Sergey, Phil + George had claimed. The rest of us took comfort, on the giant bean bags on the floor. Somehow I wound up sharing a bean bag with Neil. Hum. Bean bag hoggers. "So...as you know, we are making a documentary..."[/color]
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Post by Myna Chan on Mar 16, 2010 23:11:33 GMT -5
Dear World.
Today is August 14th, 2010.
Fear the crazy flailasauraous that is ME and PAUL BYROM!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Today is a good day.
I am to be part of a documentary. A movie - ish of sorts. You know...like Micheal Jackson's 'This is It.' Except, it's back stage with Celtic Thunder!
Dearest Sharon is putting up a poll on the site, to see if we [they, really...] whould put songs in the documentary/movie or not.
The double cool with knobs Thunderheads will want songs for sure.
Apparently, Sharon and Phil are to put a story into the whole Documentary-Movie thing.
Hmmm.
It is to be a suprise. Lovely-like!
Anyway, beddy-bye for me!! zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz......
Dear World.
August 15th 2010.
It is sunny today!!!! Life ish good!!! Finished reviewing Physics, thank goodness.
And yet my mind refuses to refreign itself from travelling to the subject of Neil.
hmmm.
And yet again, the sound of bustling streets and honking cars took its time registering in my brain.
"Mew..."
I looked down. Oh. Kensi. I crouched down to scratch the cat's stomach.
Good Kitty. She mewed at me happily.
"Hungry?" I asked the cat, scratching her head. She purred, I gave a sigh, any thought Celtic Thunder related temporarily banned from my brain.
A hand out of nowhere placed a handful of Meeowmixx snacks on the ground.
"Cute Kitty."
I glanced upwards into a pair of familiar brown eyes. "You look familiar." I tell him.
"Neil Byrne, you're Rosa right?" he offers a hand. I take it. "Yeah." He pulls me up, then leans over again to pick up Kensi. The cat purrs.
"She likes you." I state. He smiles. I feel my stomach lurch as I smile back. "Walk with me?" He offers.
"Sure." I reply. He turns to my right. I follow. "What's your cat's name?" he asks.
"Kensi."
"That's neat." Neil murmurs.
The sound of birds, a soft breeze in the trees, rustling the leaves, and chatter in the streets. My mind drifts and focusses on the sound of a camera taking pictures.
Hello....Piper. A born photographer and a kung fu artist. Among other things.
FINALLY! I had misplaced it (my notebook) in my math class, the week before last, as last week, I was on spring break, and was ANGRY because I couldn't update. But that's fine, because I have found it and have readied your next update!!
Enjoy!
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Post by Myna Chan on Mar 20, 2010 0:40:25 GMT -5
"- where's it from?"
Neil's voice out of nowhere.
"Hmm?" I turn my attention back to Neil.
"Your accent."
"Oh. That." I reply, "Canada."
"Which side?" he demands gently.
"East. I'm from Nova Scotia." I reply again.
"Ah. Fascinating."
We cross the street, the familar cafe -nicknamed Tangy-, hotel and kung-fu studio that is my part, my neighbourhood of Dublin, we [me and my sister] roam the beaches, bubble tea in hand. When in Derry for 2 weeks, we spent our time surfing, where we [thank goodness, it would've been embarressing] saw no sign of Keith, or Damo for that matter.
We [me and Neil, in present time] walk past the beach, to the park, beyond it.
We take the time to relax. He speaks about his family, life, me about mine. I do not mention Piper, who befriended me and my sister in Derry, alone as well, on suggestion of her highschool counsellor, desperate to free herself from her dark past.
A small child's voice, "Look mommy! a doggy! A big, big doggy!"
The mother does not answer, concerned. The 'doggy' yipped at the sight of me, echoed by smaller ones. Kensi begs to let herself out of Neil's grip. He lets the cat out of his grip cautiously and watches as my cat greets the wolf and her pups.
"Wolves?" he asks me curiously, "They tamed?" "No. Wild." I reply uneasily, "They only respond to myself, or Piper."
"Piper?" he asks.
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Post by Myna Chan on Mar 23, 2010 23:41:08 GMT -5
"A friend. Long story." I answer as I check the time.
3:00
“Hey, listen. I got to go. I’ve got kung fu later and ah…” He wasn’t paying attention to me, staring curiously at the wolves, “What? oh yeah, ok… see you around Rosa.” “Kensi!” I call for the cat. The wolves yip their hello. I blink, believing, yet not, as their call to me interprets into, “Send Piper our regards…” I will never understand them, or her for that matter. She was always so mysterious.
2 hrs later
We leave the martial arts studio in the midst of a soccer game. Signs bearing the words ‘Go Man. United!!!’ easily reveal who Dubliners were rooting for as stubborn students of the Northern Style Kung Fu train for competition and strengthen their body through grueling drills. Today, one of our twice a week run to the park by the beach in order to build our stamina. I lead the run, and several others, stamina in top shape. Behind me, Piper “Pepper” Rivers trails by one block.
I am among the 1st to arrive back. Our clever Si-Fu has made use of a giant screen, in the window of the studio. Dubliners crowd the streets, lounging, basking in the last of the sun’s warmth as the game plays live.
It is quite literally, a sea of green, and gold, apparently, I looked this up! XD I see several other large screens.
“What’s the score?” I demand of no one in particular.
“Tied. at one.” a voice out of nowhere. I blink, at Paul’s voice.
“What period?” I pant, breathing.
“Last” Paul replies. I turn my eyes to the screen as a player numbered 4, suited in soccer gear which was clearly that of Manchester United aims the ball into the goal. Seconds left?
0.00, read the screen.
Dubliners were silent.
The referee is standing in the middle of the field. Someone presses a water balloon into my hand. I turn left, as a ragged-breathed Piper passes through the barriers to the blocked off road. 5 balloons hurtle towards her and she dodges…body twisting in ways I didn’t think she was able to do.
She missed all, caught another, only to have a 6th balloon catch her full in the face. She looked up, surprised, water dripping from her chin. She catches my eye, and grins. I grin back automatically, giggling. “- will be a foul shot.” says the referee on the screen behind me. I watch in silence, as the player in the colors of Man. United aims again.
Cheers erupted through the streets as the seas of green leapt to their feet in joy. I join, suddenly reminded of Sidney Crosby’s gold medal goal in the 2010 Winter Olympic Games in Vancouver, Canada, among not a sea of green there, but a sea of red. I see a spray of water hurl itself into the crowd.
Piper unhands me of my water balloon, hurls it at fellow kung fu artist Yury, which hits him full in the face, and hollers…
“WATER FIGHT!!!!”
Yury hands off a water gun to her and myself. We look at each other, grin identical mischievous grins, and start squirting.
In the distance, Tangy and her co-workers in the Tangy’s café throw buckets of water and water balloons into the crowd. Chaos erupts as water fly out of windows, and balloons whip through the air.
Despite my unfamiliarity with the soccer teams of the world (and Piper’s XD) I added to the chaos as me and Piper aimed out water guns into the crowd from our position next to Yury and the fire hydrant.
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Post by Myna Chan on Mar 25, 2010 11:32:55 GMT -5
I turn, glancing at the pub behind me as a policewoman comes out, watching the chaos curiously, hand on her gun holster. I blinked. Pause. The fight ceases as Dubliners wait for me to make the next call. I recognize Jessica, who grinned, and winked at me as the she pulled a mini water gun out of her holster. I beamed back, and aimed my water gun at her, as another, who I recognized to be Cindy dumped a bucket of cold water on her.
Cheers went up as me and several others temporarily bombarded the two with water.
HONK HONK!!
The sea of green parted as a fire truck hurtled through the crowd, throwing water balloon after water balloon into the watching audience.
We respond with equal enthusiasm as we in turn, attempt to soak the firemen with water. Yuri aims the hose at them, holding on for dear life as the amount of water, emerging from the hose grows, and strengthens. A helicopter zooms overhead and I turn my attention to my friend the firefighter, Caleb.
“Hi Caleb.”
He beams at me as I aim my newly refilled water gun at him, gasping, as Yuri turns the hose on my. Piper is having problems of her own, as she too, is bombarded with water.
The helicopter zooms overhead again, dumping water on the lot of us. Chaos continues to reign, and I lose track of time. Dubliners revert to using whipping cream and Guinness, as well as water for the fight.
The fight peaks, and dies as the sun settles in the distance and as me and Neil are covered in whipping cream, and Piper and Keith are dunked with an equally large vat of Guinness.
Everyone is grinning, silent as we breathe in the excitement. Caleb and his friends the firefighters make sure me, Neil, Piper, and Keith are cleaned of our sticky situation.
“Go Manchester!!!!!!!!!”
Someone sends up a cheer, and so we celebrate again, hollering our approval. The smell of pizza wafts through the air.
My stomach grumbles, and I frown. Soon the smell of chicken wings and the sound of beer bottles opening join the chatter.
“Well that was fun.”
“Oh certainly!” I beam at Conor, “Best water fight I’ve ever been in!”
He grins back at me as we wait in line for pizza. Around us, lights are being put up, amps are being set in place, and a DJ station is put up.
We slowly settle into darkness as the sun sets, the moon rises as the lights within the area are turned off. The only way of seeing is provided by the colourful variety of strobe lights hovering around the pub across the way, the martial arts studio, the pizza place, and the music store.
Music steadily beats through the streets of Dublin as those who live within the city begin to party.
I make my way over to where Piper is. She beams, and I smile back, “How’re you?”
“Good, Good.” she nods.
“And her?” I dare ask.
Her face turns soft, pondering her, “She’s doing better. I still fear for her.”
I smile warily at her, before looking up at the sky, contemplating life. Strobe lights beat steadily through the night, the familiar bass of ‘I gotta Feeling’ thudded through the air. We turn our attention to the partying crowd. Ryan is laughing at something Paul said. We watch them, rejoicing in the night, the party, and the music. Paul motions for us to come over.
So we go. He belches, loudly. We giggle. “I see you’ve met.” He grins at me, and waggles his eyebrows at Piper.
She blushes, suddenly very taken with him, and bites her lip. Nervous.
I grin back, “Yep,” suddenly aware that Piper may remain shy around CT, (save me, Neil, Phil, Conor and Rebecca.) Then again, upon arrival in Derry, she did have some trouble making friends, as she was teased for taking math seriously.
Not that she doesn’t know who Paul is, she does. In fact, she’s just as much as an obsessionist as I am, if not more.
XD. I’d list her obsessions, but it’s quite a big list.
“Having fun?” Paul said as he paused to take another swig of his drink.
“Of course.” I reply. He turns his attention to Piper, grins, and says:
“Hello.”
She only looks away, embarrassed, with a muttered, “Hi there.”
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Post by Myna Chan on Apr 9, 2010 22:10:36 GMT -5
Thanks! "She ever speak?" Paul asked me.
"Yeah." I answer, "She's a nice girl."
"I'm sure." He comments, before belching again.
"Ewwww..." Rebecca murmurs behind him, half engaged in a conversation with Ryan. Ryan grins at me briefly. So I smile softly back, before turning my attention back to Paul, who is now grinning, and Piper -exhausted- but withstanding it long enough to flash a smile as well, as we continue to party through the night.
********* August 16th 2010
I wake up. Exhausted.
The events of yesterday has left me reeling, all my energy wasted. Kensi leaps onto my back, mewing for me to get up.
I take my time, crawling out of my bed...
Veeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy Sllllllllllooooooooooowwwwwwwwlllllllllyyyyyyy.
I trudge over to my bathroom, glancing at the time.
10:55 am
Piper has left a voice mail,
"Gone back to Derry con Coner. I'll call...you know whatever. I'll be fine. so....yeah bye!"
I smile, as I put down my toothbrush and toothpaste, and pick up my phone to Piper's texts.
Good morning!! How you?[/i] Good. I text back, You?Good. Just chillin' I miss Tangy's smoothies. I grin, lol. You LOVVVVVVVVE Tangy's smoothies me + conr = movie night con Damo + Rebecca y vemos la pelicula el Señor de la anillo!!!!!!! XDWut version?Extended. We be having a week long movie spree. [/i] I smile at this. Okeedokee! Have fun!! Yeah. TTYL! Regards to Tangy!Kk I manage as the doorbell rings. I open the door to Neil. Still in my pjs...Woah..."Hi...um...I'm not decent." [/color]
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Post by Myna Chan on Apr 15, 2010 22:41:07 GMT -5
He laughs, and I instantly feel the color rise to my cheeks, “I’m sorry. I should…uh…get changed.”
Neil grins, “May I come in?”
“Sure.” I reply, proceeding to get changed.
“Nice place you got here. He compliments from the hallway.
“Thank you.” I reply as I return from my bedroom in a pair of skinnies, and a T-shirt, “So what are you doing here anyway?”
He flushes, and I blink at him curiously.
“I wanted to take you out…”
“Out?” I ask, ‘Where to?”
“Road trip…around Ireland…” he offers, “You know…before you go back to school and all…so…”
“Sure.” I reply, I’ve got time. I’m still deciding whether or not to get home schooling or not.
He grins, “Sweet…umm..cool..”
“So…when…?” I start.
“I was hoping we could start today?”
Neil looks incredibly nervous.
“Sure.” I say, “Let’s do it. Do I need anything?”
“Pack what you have...We’ll be out for a while.” he replies.
I grin, “I’ll tell Sergey.”
“Done!” Neil beams, “I’ve informed him.”
“Good man.” I approve, “Thank you. I’ll start packing.” We both step towards my bedroom.
“Do you need any help?” he offers.
“No thank you.” I shake my head, smiling softly, before disappearing into my bedroom.
******Neil’s POV I take my time observing her suite. I blink at the lone photo album on a side table. I recognize Rosa as I pick up the professionally done album. She is grinning, brown hair dyed a white color in funky chunks around her dimpled cheeks, offering a peace sign to the camera amongst a flurry of pink cherry blossoms. Next to her, another girl, hair cut short, also brown, but long enough to be easily windswept. The hair of the other was also adorned with color, this time, a lovely shade of dark-purplish black. It suited them quite nicely. The dye meaning.
Twins possibly? They do look quite alike.
“Okay. Ready…” Rosa’s soft voice makes my stomach lurch.
I blink at her, and the duffle back and small luggage she carries, “That’s it? I don’t mean to be rude…”
She shakes her head, “I have a guitar. and my surfboard’s in my room.”
I blink at the guitar case on her back, “Acoustic?”
Rosa nods, smiling softly.
“Uh…” my mind goes blank, “I’ll get your board for you…My stuff’s all ready…soo..”
Rosa merely waits.
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Post by Myna Chan on Apr 16, 2010 17:31:18 GMT -5
Thanks plenty! So I go, ready to prevent an even more awkward silence. I enter her bedroom. It's small, already cleaned of its previous resident's little posessions. The board is easy to see, it looks as if it's as tall as she is. Probably is. It's custom designed, a whirl of light purples, blues and greens, accompanied by a dark purple-green cont stating, 'Thunder in the form of Ninjas.'
Fancy. I take care in moving it, in fear of damaging it. I gently tuck under my arm as I leave my bedroom, "That it?"
She nods, smile genuine, "Yeah...can I have my photo album back?"
"Ah..." I realize I'm still holding the book, "Sorry."
"It's alright. Rosa replies as she takes it back.
"Who's that?" I point to the photo album, "On the front cover? Your sister?"
"What? Oh. Yeah, me and my sister." she blushes slightly, "I've told you about her."
I blink, "Huh? Oh yeah, yeah, right...Aliki..? is it?"
She giggles, "No, Alika."
I beam, my mind thinking thoughts of adorable, "Oh, right. Alika...so..um...ah...do you wanna get going then?
She beams, "Sure..."
I gladly show her to the door, and to my rented trailer, "It's not much...um..."
"That's fine..." Her voice soft, "I like it."
I feel an utter thrum of pride as I proceed to put her bags inside and be everything the perfect gentleman. I am content in her prescense as we start our little road trip. She takes her time observing the scenary of Dublin, Ireland.
"Like it?" I ask, smiling warmly. She pouts at me, wiggles in her seat, and grins.
"Yeah. Love it!"
"So what's Canada like then?" I ask.
"It's nice." Rosa's eyes crinkle in a forlorn look at mention of her homeland, "You've been haven't you?"
"Well..." I sight, "Toronto..you know for filiming of the DVD"
"That's cool." Her grin broadens.
"So...you've been to Ireland before?" I ask.
'No." was her reply, "I've been to England, but never here...It's nice!"
"I'm glad you like it." I say smiling.
i turn my attention to the highway, then playfully swerve a bit. She jumps, yelping.
I laugh as she leans back in her seat, slightly amused.
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I take her to a place overlooking the city, we settle on the grass as we eat lunch, then proceed to teel each other funny stories. We gaze at the sky, watching all that blue, the clouds...the birds...
"Look at that one...what's that look like?"
"A dog." I reply, "You know, the skinny little weiner dogs."
She laughs, "Looks like a pipe fox."
"Pipe...fox?" I ask.
She blushes, "It's a fox..with...9 tails..."
I look at her curiously.
Rosa's smile is crooked, "Um...hi..."
A laugh erupts from my throat, "You're funny."
I prop myself up pn my elbow to get a better look at her.
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Post by Myna Chan on Apr 29, 2010 17:25:22 GMT -5
She meets my eyes, watching me gently. The wind plays at her hair. I brush stray hair out of her face.
Rosa barely flinches as my fingers brush her face. “This is so wrong...” I whisper.
“Yeah.” She murmurs with a smile, “Go figure.”
We break out into small laughter before I lean in to kiss her.*****Rosa
Whoa...Whoa...whoa...I cannot THINK!!
“This is weird.” I murmur. He laughs. Birds take flight. Silence reigns for a moment.
I sit up and what i see is beyond belief. It is a wolf. ½ larger than the regular wolf, it's eyes bloodshot, baring its razor sharp teeth. I could barely feel Neil next to me, trying to get me to wake up...to come back to the real world. The thing loos as if it was straight out of a horror movie.
Time stopped. For a moment I see nothing but it and the galaxy around us. I blink, and it leaps as Neil throws me to the ground.
I'm back! My yell is muffled by his shoulder. The sleeve on his left shoulder is ripped. Blood trickles down his arm. “Oh no...you're hurt..” I murmur.
He winced, “I'll be alright...”
“Are you su-” I start. What stops me is the corpse of another wolf skidding towards us, broken. I look up at the other.
“What is that?”
“No clue.” I mutter. It holds up one paw. 'One paw...' I sit, far to frightened to move, 'one paw is all it needs...'
“Can you walk...?” I ask Neil.
“...yes...” his good hand clutches at my left elbow.
“Are you sure?” I ask as I slowly rise. He squeezes my elbow as he does so with me, ignoring the pain in his arm... The wolf bristles with anger as we slowly stand. My hand is up to show we are peaceful, but it is all in vain.
It pads towards us at full speed, faster than any wolf I've seen, and leaps...
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