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Post by Vivinette Rendair on Jan 12, 2009 20:43:26 GMT -5
((Mine and Becca's only, for character exploration. You no touchie. xDD Unless to read!))
Tyler was vaguely aware of a dim buzzing sound droning in his ear. He groaned, swinging his arm over and hitting the alarm clock with a resounding smack. He yawned and stretched, slowly shifting to another position. He ran a hand through his blond, disheveled hair, looked at the (now battered) clock. 9:47. A fuzzy recollection of that time resounded in his brain. He tossed ideas around lazily for a few minutes or so until it clicked. Sam.
He shot straight up, bolting out of bed, clad in only a pair of old black sweatpants. Sam should be there soon, he reasoned, as she'd said 9:30 and it was now fifteen minutes after. She was always late. He looked around his messy room, attempted to tidy it, gave up. Sam was Sam. What did he care if she saw how utterly dirty his room (and apartment) was?
Still there was that nagging sense of being a 'role model' that he just couldn't place. Shrugging it off, he padded with socked feet into the small living room/kitchen ensemble, hell-bent on making at least a pancake or two. He knew Sam (and her hunger level) all too well.
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Post by beccabear on Jan 12, 2009 20:51:42 GMT -5
Sure enough, it took another 20 minutes for Sam to actually arrive. There was a loud scampering sound as she dashed along the apartment's balcony, then a flurry of knocks as her knuckles rapped at the door. She tapped her foot lightly as she waited for an answer, not out of impatience, but to the rhythm of the music that flowed from her headphones.
The song ended, and she found herself staring at Tyler's door in silence. "Oh, whoops," she muttered to herself, switching her iPod off and stuffing it (along with her enormous headphones) into her bag. It was the magic handbag: everything fit.
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Post by Vivinette Rendair on Jan 12, 2009 20:55:44 GMT -5
Tyler opened the door slowly, raising an eyebrow. "Took you long enough," he jibed lightly. True to his nature, he hadn't made an effort to change, style his hair, or anything. The aroma of cooking pancakes and bacon wafted out of the door, carried off by a breeze. He stood aside to let the girl in. "Come on in, munchkin," he teased, grinning,"Made breakfast."
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Post by beccabear on Jan 12, 2009 21:01:25 GMT -5
Sam grinned as she entered, inhaling deeply and indulging herself with the tasty scent of breakfast. "Pancakes?" she squealed, as if she could identify the food by its smell. She removed her shoes and left them by the door. As messy as Tyler's apartment was, it felt wrong to dirty the carpet even more.
"If I took so long, why aren't you dressed yet?" she countered lightheartedly, setting her bag down on the living room's coffee table. She gave a childish little bounce. Despite being fifteen, she acted much younger.
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Post by Vivinette Rendair on Jan 12, 2009 21:07:17 GMT -5
Tyler laughed. "Pancakes," he agreed, closing the door after her. Skirting a pile of junk, he picked his way carefully to the shockingly spotless kitchen. "Pick a place to sit, any place at all," he said, gesturing to the sort-of clean dining table.
"I'm not dressed because you weren't here to motivate me to dress. Besides. I just don't wanna," he said, childishly sticking out his tongue at her before turning back to the pancakes on the stove.
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Post by beccabear on Jan 12, 2009 21:13:15 GMT -5
Sam skipped to the table and pulled out a chair. She made a face at him as she sat. "Lazy," she accused, smirking impishly. "Have you forgotten what we were going to do today?" The crooked tablecloth began to bother her, so she straightened it out. Along with the silverware.
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Post by Vivinette Rendair on Jan 12, 2009 21:16:02 GMT -5
"Hey. Don't toss around words like that. It offends people," he called from the kitchen. "And, actually, yeah." He returned with a plate of pancakes, and two empty plates, setting on in front of Sam, then the other in front of his own spot. Sitting down, he tilted his head to the side. "What are we doing today, Miss OCD?"
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Post by beccabear on Jan 12, 2009 21:21:58 GMT -5
Sam wiggled as the food was set in front of her. She helped herself to a few, stacking them neatly on her plate. "I don't have OCD," she said, a bit defensively. "I'm just a perfectionist." Another grin spread across her face, and she pointed a gleaming fork at him. "And shame on you. We were going to see that horror movie you were so excited about. Then we were going to hang out around here."
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Post by Vivinette Rendair on Jan 12, 2009 21:29:31 GMT -5
Tyler took a heap of pancakes, piling them on his plate. "Riiight," he said, rolling his eyes,"If you say so." He paused, fork halfway to his mouth with a piece of pancake smothered in syrup. "Oh yeah! The Unborn, right, right. My bad." He grinned. "But can you take it, shrimp?"
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Post by beccabear on Jan 12, 2009 21:36:46 GMT -5
"Of course I can!" Sam protested, lifting a bite of pancake to her mouth. There was a pause as she chewed and swallowed before speaking again. "I like creepy movies, even though they do scare the crap out of me sometimes... The Grudge, ohmygosh. The closet that led to my attic terrified me for a while after that one." Another bite. "But I'm not letting the movie win this time!" she declared defiantly. "I'll be keeping an eye on you this time."
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Post by Vivinette Rendair on Jan 13, 2009 21:33:02 GMT -5
He wiggled his fingers. "But this one's so much more than The Grudge," he announced,"So much creepier." Another pause as he attacked the pancake for a moment. Swallowing, he continued,"Well, it's supposed to be, anyway." He paused, thought. "Probably won't be," he said with a sigh,"Best not to get my hopes up."
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Post by beccabear on Jan 13, 2009 21:37:50 GMT -5
Sam stuck her tongue out at him. "I'll be watching to see if you flinch," she taunted, finishing her second pancake. A playful grin flashed across her face. "So what exactly should we do afterwards?" she asked, arching an eyebrow curiously.
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Post by Vivinette Rendair on Jan 13, 2009 21:41:13 GMT -5
"And I'll be watching you for your twitch," he countered, snorting. He paused. "Well, um... I don't know..." He shrugged. "I'm up for almost anything."
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Post by beccabear on Jan 13, 2009 21:57:39 GMT -5
"Hmmm... Let me think for a minute. My brain needs nourishment," Sam giggled, finishing her pancakes in silence. After eating, she frowned, deep in concentration. "Maybe we should just hang out here? What do you think?"
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Post by Vivinette Rendair on Jan 14, 2009 16:42:34 GMT -5
Tyler rolled his eyes slightly. "If you say so, Seal," he commented, devouring the rest of his pancakes quickly. He pondered. "Well, yeah, sounds fine. It doesn't matter to me." He gave her a grin. "If you can stand the junk."
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