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Post by rachael on Jan 23, 2008 22:51:47 GMT -5
coughtencough. ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D love it. ;D  fly was just talking identities too. ;D ;D ;D |
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Post by ycrney on Jan 23, 2008 22:53:05 GMT -5
coughtencough. ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D love it. ;D  fly was just talking identities too. ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D perfect timing! looks like we finally get to put the new years resolution to rest. |
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Post by FlyIntoOblivion on Jan 23, 2008 22:53:45 GMT -5
The sun pierced the horizon, the sky a dreamy pink and orange confection over the grayed, battered buildings of the city. “You know, it doesn’t look too awful from way up here. At the very least, you can’t tell how much trash and dirt is on the sidewalks,” X commented to her companion, eyeing him as he leaned against the floor to ceiling glass wall, his back pressed against the cool steel support. The streets looked like veins in a hand, extremities reaching out to the ocean that glittered like someone spilled amber beads across its rippling surface.
“Its lovely,” he said quietly. They were almost alone in the top floor of this particular tourist trap. He wore sunglasses even indoors, and some of the khaki shorted tourists gave him nervous looks that he ignored. They must have assumed he was watching them and scurried away from his rather menacing appearance. So they were mostly alone, but he still lowered his voice to just above a whisper, “I think we should leave soon.”
“Worried about getting caught?” she replied lightly, shaking her head. “What’s the worst they would do, escort us to the other side of the line so as to not scare the moron tourists? And anyway, if you keep your sunglasses on, everyone just assumes you’re an Australian with an odd tan.”
“That, and we’ve been here three hours. What is it with you and looking at the city from the highest places you can find, anyway? And keep your voice down, or we will get caught.”
She made a dismissive noise. “You worry too much about things like that. We own this city just as much as they do, and so we have the right to be here, as well. And anyway, you know the Suits really don’t care about joyrides like this. Now, if we tried to move next door to the Mayor, there might be a small issue.”
He harrumphed, turning his head a bit to look out the window better. “One of us has to worry, since you seem incapable.”
“I’m perfectly capable, I just refuse to let it control my entire life.” She cupped her hands around her eyes, pressing them to the glass. “Besides, don’t you get the tiniest rush from breaking the rules?”
“Not when it could mean my head. And you didn’t answer my question before.”
“What’s that?”
“What’s with you and heights, anyway?”
“I told you, this is our city, too. And I want to see it.” She smiled, jerking her head at the glass. “I can see our apartment from here.” She turned back to the window. “And what do you mean, your head? Visiting a tourist location is hardly a capital punishment offense.”
“Yes, but repeatedly ignoring-”
“-the line between Des and Undes territory could get us seven years in the prison. You told me that last week.” She giggled, and he even flashed her a rare smile.
“And the week before that,” he added wryly. “And yet you still haven’t listened.”
“Allow me my weekly indulgence. And anyway, the only way they would know that we’re always over in their turf is if they had caught us a couple times. If I remember correctly, our track record for getting back home before they catch us is stellar.”
“One of these days your luck is going to run out.” A pair of wide-eyed tourists wandered by, and they were silent until the others wandered past. “Especially the way you talk to the Suits. It may work now, but you keep being a thorn in their collective side and its going to get harder for us to talk our away out of a trip to the cages.”
“Hey, my mouth has probably kept us free in about ninety-five percent of our confrontations.”
“And the other five percent ended in a fistfight.”
“Are you still irritated about the other day? At least we didn’t have to pull out knives that time.”
“They’re going to wise up one of these days.” His hair was lit up with the sun, turning it an almost reddish color. “We really should go home soon, you know.”
She sighed, her nose pressed up against the glass. “Just a little bit longer.”
“You do this every week, just staring at the city. What are you so in love with? What do you see?”
There was a long silence as she thought, watching the lines of cabs speckling the streets bright yellow. The sun was just about to disappear from behind the city line, and the sky line outlined in orange fire. Soon, the apartments would be lit, sparkling like stars, like postcards sold on street corners and the gift shop on the main floor. She once collected those from all over the world, but lost them at some time she couldn’t quite remember. If she didn’t live in that picture, she would have never believed it existed, that it was some prop version, a far away fairytale land. Up here, it looked beautiful and enticing, even with the raw scrubbed hick tourists gaping. On the streets it was just as filthy as ever. “What don’t you see?”
He turned his head again to look out the window for a long time, and neither of them said anything, didn’t even move for a long time. The tourists eyed them curiously, but they still were unmoving, just watching the city live. X jumped when the loudspeaker announced they had fifteen minutes until closing, but Oren only smiled in amusement at her startled reaction. Then he glanced out the window again. “We really should leave soon. The Suits are harder to shake at night.”
She nodded, and they began to walk down the spiraling stairs. “Where should we go next week?”
He sighed, pulling her sunglasses out of her back pocket and handing them to her. “This is your obsession, not mine.”
She shrugged. “You never answered my question, you know.”
“Oh?”
“Don’t you get a rush from breaking the rules?”
“No, I said I’d rather not be in danger.”
“Strange words from a bodyguard.” They were out on the street level again, and she felt herself sigh. “It looks so dirty from down here. No wonder birds fly most of the time, because that way they don’t have to see how gross the world is.”
“But that’s reality, X-its filthy. You’re an Undesirable, and you can’t see how ugly life is?”
“I can see it, I just don’t want to sometimes, Oren.” She squeezed his elbow. “Can we stop by the Ebony Moon for a drink before we go home?”
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Post by FlyIntoOblivion on Jan 23, 2008 22:54:25 GMT -5
coughtencough. ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D love it. ;D fly was just talking identities too. ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D Just because my prof is a little weird... |
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Post by FlyIntoOblivion on Jan 23, 2008 22:55:54 GMT -5
You mean, like posting one here? I have a few done that I haven't posted...I really want to get an actual book deal sometime, though(like, when I have something to show). I posted a bit of my novel on myspace, but I can bring it here if you want to see it. I was thinking about those online publishing sites, like star had done with her poems. I would love to read what you have, def. bring it over when you get a chance. I dunno...I'd rather do it through a regular company other than a self-publishing place. Wow, that's long. Sorry about that! |
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Post by cfbj01 on Jan 23, 2008 22:56:32 GMT -5
I think I am going to be heading to bed soon. Good night everyone. Sweet Dreams. Hope you all have a wonderful Thursday  |
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Post by FlyIntoOblivion on Jan 23, 2008 22:57:46 GMT -5
Night CF!
Whee, page 100!
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Post by FlyIntoOblivion on Jan 23, 2008 22:58:57 GMT -5
Fight Club, dears!
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all mine. 
