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Post by oliver twishan``. on Oct 31, 2008 3:46:29 GMT -5
Oliver nodded, he thought that Arrabelle was being a bit rude, but then again. They had already told Francesca that they were taking photos. Still, he stepped up onto the escalators, waving at Francesca at the same time. He was going to be seeing Francesca around a lot, since they went to the same school. Ollie knew that he would probably be seeing a lot of girls at Villanova Preparatory. And boy, would he enjoy it. A small smile grew on Oliver's lips on that thought.
Taking his hand, and resting it on the rubber black handle, Oliver looked at Arrabelle. He tilted his head, seeming to question what Arrabelle wanted him to do. His eyes flickered around the building, stopping at Arra. Ollie watched her curiously, wondering what she would do next. |
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Post by arrabelle leigh on Oct 31, 2008 11:51:21 GMT -5
[/i] photographer at the time he wouldn't like her at all. Arra became very bossy. But that was because she took her work seriously. [/ul][/font][/size] |
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Post by oliver twishan``. on Oct 31, 2008 18:43:14 GMT -5
Bossiness. It was something he had expected, and he knew that it was coming. The look on her face. Rushing back down the escalator, Oliver stood beside Arrabelle. It was probably time to change something. Whether it be the position he was in, or the emotion on his face. "So, what do you want me to do?" He asked, quite politely. Sure, he may have been putting on his polite act for now, but he couldn't keep it forever. After all, he was Oliver Twishan.
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Post by arrabelle leigh on Nov 1, 2008 16:21:58 GMT -5
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Post by oliver twishan``. on Nov 5, 2008 3:45:33 GMT -5
It was surprisingly hard for Oliver to concentrate on Arrabelle's words. He was usually more content and interested in instructions, on occasions, anyway. Looking very thoughtful for a second or two, Ollie stepped back onto the escalator, the sunlight shone into his eyes. They blinked, and his mind just completely changed to thinking about other things, exactly like Arrabelle had asked.
Back turned on the camera and all, Oliver's expression changed as well as his thoughts. Soft lips which were curved, pinned down into a straight line and the pair of chocolate eyes stared faraway, obviously elsewhere. There weren't many times where a girl had asked him to do this. It was always, 'could you get me this' or 'could you get me that', which Ollie of course, happily took charge of.
After a few poses in the same position, a bit of shifting took place. The escalators kept moving though, it was a bit hard because of that. A couple of people were a bit rude about Oliver getting in the way, but seriously? It's a free country. |
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Post by arrabelle leigh on Nov 5, 2008 18:39:28 GMT -5
[/i] Arra scolded herself for fearing and then she step forward. It all happened so fast. She stumbled abruptly as her foot got caught up on a moving step. Taken away by how fast those things moved Arrabelle somehow felt herself falling. No even screaming or making a sound Arra fell back. Unfortunately there was no one behind her to comfort her fall so as her camera slipped out of her grasp, Arrabelle's back hit the escalators steps. A shock of unwavering pain ricocheted from every joint in her body. Arrabelle cringed as she still felt her body moving upward towards the top. She wasn't so lucky that time either. [/ul][/size][/font] |
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Post by oliver twishan``. on Nov 6, 2008 4:16:03 GMT -5
The noticable clicks on Arrabelle's camera after a few more shots, Oliver turned around just in time to see Arra stumble her way onto the escalator. Wincing in horror, as she fell. He rushed his way down towards her, saving her by taking her arm and securing a tight grip on it. There was no way he was going to take her to the hospital, he'd probably get lost on the way there, anyway.
"You okay? If you had wanted to come on, just ask next time? Seriously. I don't want you to get hurt." Shooting a sympathetic glance at Arrabelle, Ollie took Arra's left hand and placed it on the black handle next to her. Her other arm, was still being held tightly by Oliver. She was not going to be hurt today, not when he was there. |
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Post by arrabelle leigh on Nov 6, 2008 12:40:12 GMT -5
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Post by oliver twishan``. on Nov 7, 2008 1:07:09 GMT -5
A soft small smile appeared on Oliver's face, as Arra's cheeks lit up into a pinkish color. He let go of her arm when they reached the top of the escalators, and nodded when she commented on her photography, already knowing that they were probably really good. Nodding again, Oliver's stomach rumbled. He hadn't really eaten much since this morning, and was starving. "So, what'd you want to eat?" Ollie asked, he started walking, even though he didn't know where. He hoped that Arrabelle would lead the way. |
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Post by arrabelle leigh on Nov 7, 2008 17:42:24 GMT -5
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Post by oliver twishan``. on Nov 10, 2008 5:05:40 GMT -5
To answer Arrabelle's question, Oliver shrugged and wrinkled his nose. He didn't mind the food choice, he would eat pretty much anything. Her last question, was one that he hesitated on. Not one girl had ever asked what was on his mind before. Never. Hesitantly, Ollie slowed his pace and walked quietly for a few seconds. "I'm not really sure how to answer that..." He answered slowly, smiling at the girl beside him. "I am in a mall in California, with a pretty girl whom I have just met. Plus, I'm ready to start school somewhere brand new. I'm quite excited." There. That was a good answer, right? "What about you, Arra? What's on your mind?" |
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Post by arrabelle leigh on Nov 11, 2008 15:11:22 GMT -5
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Post by oliver twishan``. on Nov 12, 2008 3:32:08 GMT -5
Oliver laughed softly at the girl's answer. Frankly, it wasn't one that he had expected at all. It was a bit hard to reply back to her, there was something that made him choose to go up to Arrabelle, but he just didn't know what. Perhaps it had been that she had looked interesting, and she wasn't skipping from shop to shop, like all the other girls around. Yes, that's exactly what he was going to say.
"Well, you actually looked that you had more interests than just shopping and clothes. You weren't sitting there, complaining about something that probably didn't matter. Looking around now? There are hundreds of girls, stumbling around, thinking they look graceful and trying on clothes they think looks good on them and then buying it." Was that an appropriate answer? Oliver didn't seem to care much anymore, he was actually getting comfortable being around Arra. Not that he was ever uncomfortable around girls.
"And sure, pretzel sounds good to me." He replied. In fact, Oliver had been looking over at the pretzel stand. He hadn't had one in ages. |
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Post by arrabelle leigh on Nov 13, 2008 16:38:45 GMT -5
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Post by oliver twishan``. on Nov 15, 2008 23:58:03 GMT -5
Oliver shrugged. "If you were one of those girls, I probably would have just walked away, I guess. But then again, some things just happen, y'know?" He looked down at his shoes when Arra asked him how many girlfriends he had had. How was he to answer? Lie? No, he sucked at lying. Sort of, anyway. "A few..." Perfect answer. It didn't need any numbers, and it was truthful. Ollie ordered a the same thing as Arra. Lunchtimes weren't supposed to be a large portion. |
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