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Post by pierce.sparrow on Dec 20, 2006 15:29:43 GMT -5
Pierce sighed, knocking on the door; located to the left of his own actually. How on earth did he end up HERE, again? He thought back- well.... First, he set up the plastic coverings so he could paint his room [white; of course.] and then- he had a sudden thought: let's get my neighbor a housewarming gift!! .... He figured the cold was getting to him; and put on another jacket before grabbing a pie [that another neighbor had given to him] before walking over here. He had a sudden urge to go surfing before he left, to- but unless he wanted to surf on glaciers, or get frostbite- he supposed sledding or something was the closest he could get. That lead him to a lot of other thoughts- like, 'how the hell do I dive to search for treasure HERE?' just more frostbite and more glaciers.
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Post by Roxanne Turner on Dec 20, 2006 15:45:59 GMT -5
Roxanne, dressed in a pair of black and red flannel pajama bottoms and a black tank top, came to the door. Her hair was up in a ponytail- the small waves of auburn hair flipping in all directions. The sound of HelloGoodbye was in the background as her stereo was on, the bass drumming through the house. She was in a happy mood, as she had just received the job as the only female bartender at The Globe- which would promise to make her good money. She needed the money, as her saving was now to be saved for later uses. Her dad’s monthly check for a thousand dollars wouldn’t help her much if she didn’t have a job to get more.
“Yeah.” She said, as the door opened to a “really hott” guy, or as she would later describe him. “Ca-Can I help you?” She asked, a bit more intrigued to him. She pushed back the door more, letting the warm air of her house outside. The fireplace cracked a bit and the kettle on the stove began to whistle softly.
‘Wow- he’s cute.’, she thought to herself as she stared at the stranger with what looked like a pie. Wait, a pie?
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Post by pierce.sparrow on Dec 20, 2006 15:55:48 GMT -5
Pierce suppressed a grin. Girls would get scared when he grinned, at least they did in the city.
Wait- the city. He realized that he wasn't in the city. They don't know. He grinned.
"Hey- uh," suddenly; the pie was embarrassing. Because he definitely didn't expect a teenager- maybe an eighty year old- forty at the least. Definitely not-..... this.
Pierce tried to come up with an excuse. "I- just moved in next door;" he said, pulling it out of no where. Well; maybe actually moving here had SOMETHING to do with it. "And was wondering what my neighbors were like." Yeah, right. It was the cold.
He almost died right there. Uh hu- sure; Pierce wondering what his new neighbors were like. Ha. Ha ha... Ha.
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Post by Roxanne Turner on Dec 20, 2006 16:02:11 GMT -5
“Oh,” Roxanne said smiling, “I’m Roxanne Turner.” She said, he looked kind of cold, and two jackets? Oh yes, he was definitely not from around here, “Wanna come in? I have hot chocolate coming soon. Actually, now.” She said as she heard the whistle of the kettle grow loud.
“C’mon in.” She said from the kitchen, the music was still playing, but she quickly turned it down with a scroll from the black video ipod sitting on the stands connected to the bose speakers that sat on either side of the entertainment center. She smiled as she went back to the kitchen, “So- you took over the McCreevy apartment right?” By the McCreevy apartment, she meant the apartment that Pierce was now living in. The previous owners were the McCreevys, who did not enjoy Roxanne’s stereo system as much as she would. Yes, most of the people here were of older age, as most teens her age would still be living with their parents. Not her, nope, her father would occasionally sleep in the guest bedroom- but this place was her home.
No parents allowed.
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Post by pierce.sparrow on Dec 20, 2006 16:11:19 GMT -5
Roxanne? Where has he heard that name before?....
Oh, yeah- the girl who made fun of Brett, then fell down a mountainside [yay; more suspicions for him]. Bad memories...
"Yeah- sure. By the way- I'm Pierce Sparrow..." He stared openly now, and was in awe of the apartment.
He started to gape. "Is that- is that-... 60-...5 inches?" he asked, pointing at the flat screen. "It's like New York all over again..." he muttered.
"Wow-... Where do you get the money?" he asked. you could tell he wasn't exactly 'rich' in his life. He hadn't even had an iPod- well, except for that one time....
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Post by Roxanne Turner on Dec 20, 2006 16:18:58 GMT -5
The deep barks of her Siberian husky came from the living room, as Shadow appeared in front of Pierce, sniffing him out. “It’s alright, Shadow’s just checkin’ you out.”
He’s not the only one checking you out… she thought to herself as she made her way into the living room, “Yeah- my dad’s home-welcoming gift to me. Get a new apartment, get a new tv. I think it’s a good deal.” She said laughing as she handed him a cup of chocolate. “Here, this’ll make you warmer.” She said smiling, “So- where are you from, Pierce- right?” She said.
She liked his name. It was different and she thought that he was the only Pierce in this town, which made him special. Shadow stopped sniffing at Pierce and went and sat on his bed, a nice, round, black flat beanbag filled with goose feathers. Roxanne moved to the suede couch and sat down. She took a white remote and pressed one of the small buttons to turn the lights on.
“Well, I’m a bartender. Actually- I just got the job today, so I’m pretty excited about it.” She said smiling, her face glowed of pure radiance as she was really happy about the job. Really, really happy.
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Post by pierce.sparrow on Dec 20, 2006 16:50:59 GMT -5
Pierce smiled at the dog. He remembered that later, he'd have to pick up Max from the vet.
He took the cup, warming his hands on the ceramic cup gratefully.
"Well- I'm from Cam Island, but I grew up in New York." he said, no trace of proud-ness or anything in his voice.
"Really?- Thats great! I found a job as a mechanic at Hester's." He looked at her; seeming like the first time. Well- he liked what he found. "What about you?- Alaskan?..." he asked; meaning where she was from.
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Post by Roxanne Turner on Dec 20, 2006 19:56:52 GMT -5
Roxanne laughed, “Alaskan eh?” She massaged the delicate design on the mug, “I guess you could say that I’m Alaskan- since I’ve been here my whole life.” She said smiling a bit. This kid was funny.
“Oh! I have relatives in New York. I think- either they still live there and don’t talk to us, or they died. Whichever.” She said shrugging as she crossed her legs. Her toes were perfectly manicured; she had done them herself- the small navy flower with the rhinestone in the middle. Cute.
She looked to her left as the fire cracked again, “Hmm- I think I need more wood.” She muttered a she rose and poked in another three logs. They were chipped and broken, obviously cut by an amateur; she did them, to be exact. It wasn’t a joy to do, but someone had to do it- so as usual, her fire did not last as long as the next neighbor, but she did not mind- it just meant she had to chop more wood. “There we go.” She said, placing the screen back over the fireplace so that in case Shadow became curious he would not get his nose burnt.
She returned to the seat and crossed her leg once more. “So you got a job at Hester’s? That’s rad. But, don’t expect to get so many cars- more or less snowmobiles.” She said smiling, as it was true, cars were usually driven in the summer- not in the middle of December. Actually, sometimes in December, the snow got so deep that snowmobiles were the only way to get around- that and the “oh-so-unique” snow dogs.
Roxanne usually picked the first option, yet sometimes she would take Shadow for a small run. Shadow was the pride of her life, and the pride of Old Chris Wrangle, the champion of the snow dog race for the past three years or so.
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Post by pierce.sparrow on Dec 22, 2006 16:22:41 GMT -5
Pierce smiled at his surroundings; having finished his explorings.
“Aw, man…” he complained, “That sucks…” He would’ve elaborated; explaining his love for cars, mechanic and all the in betweens, but he would’ve sounded… insane. And that was a no-no for whenever he got a chance to start over.
He sipped on the cocoa for a second. “Hey,” he said, “Can I see the rest of the apartment?”
No. He wasn’t insinuating anything. He didn’t mean anything by it- he simply wished to know whether or not the rest of this- palace-like-apartment lived up the the living room/kitchen standards. He bet that if she spent this much time ehre; the bedroom would be grand…. Not in that sense…
Suddenly, he stopped- he wasn’t entirely sure why. Most likely because Dani has no idea what to put here. He thought back for a second. What was wrong here?
A stranger invited him into her house; and offered him Cocoa. It was like a dream!! His life was normal!....
Minus the whole ‘I-ran-away-to-Alaska’ part. But that could be overlooked.
… Well, not really, but really.
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Post by Roxanne Turner on Dec 23, 2006 0:35:41 GMT -5
[[haha]]
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Post by Roxanne Turner on Dec 23, 2006 0:42:35 GMT -5
“Sure, go right ahead.” She said smiling a bit as she nodded to the glass spiral staircase that lead to the upstairs. True, the upstairs was more of a strip of floor that had wrapped around three walls of the square-ish apartment, but it was still considered an ‘upstairs’ correct? Her bedroom was the fourth door, the guest bedroom being the second door, the bathroom for the guest being the third door, and the linen closet being the first.
She didn’t mind him looking around, hey- he was new. She did know that her room was a bit on the artistic side, which may scare him off a bit- but she wasn’t certain of that. It was one of those “just wait and see” type of things that you actually had to – well, wait and see.
The guest bedroom was pretty simple, a flat screen handing on the wall, a queen size bed with a light blue floral design comforter with matching pillows, the drapes were pulled back letting in the afternoon light. The oak desk, which matched the dresser that sat in the corner, held a silver laptop along with a matching printer. It wasn’t extravagant, just something for the person staying in this room to be comfortable enough.
Besides the closet door, which was covered in a mirror for typical use, was a door for the bathroom- which had an extra entrance from the hallway. The bathroom was simple too, carrying over the light blue theme.
Roxanne gulped the rest of the drink down and moved to the kitchen. She began washing the dish while once in a while glancing up to see Pierce, and what he was doing. She wasn’t spying on him, she was more observing him.
"Oh- sorry about the mess in the guest bedroom. I don't really clean it up that much." She said lightly as she shoved the mug into the dishwasher.
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Post by Roxanne Turner on Dec 23, 2006 12:37:30 GMT -5
meanwhile
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The small aircraft carrying seven rather strong guys landed in the small landing field of Bethel. The seven guys were dressed in orange suits; all marked with the same symbol and name tag stating that these seven were part of the US Coast Guard.
One, in particular, began looking around at the sights- the mountains, the snow, and the ice- yeah, it was all the same. White. The only thing that stood out in this place was the orange suits that the seven of them wore.
“So, Fisher- where you staying?” One by the name of Dillon asked the one staring around.
“I have a cousin that lives here, so I’ll be at her place.” The one named Fisher responded. He was talking about his cousin Roxanne, who was a native to these parts of the world. These cold parts of the world.
Jake Fisher was from the nice, warm climate of Florida- rather, Ft. Myers, Florida. It was nice and sunny there, no snow at all. Then, after enlisting in the Coast Guard and becoming one of their top Rescue Swimmers, he was sent to this place- this cold place.
Jake sighed, turning the corner of the bunker and opening a taxi door. “I’ll see you guys in a few days.” Jake said nodding at the six who were all waiting for rides or their stationed housing.
How long Jake was supposed to be in Bethel, he didn’t know. He didn’t care.
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Post by pierce.sparrow on Dec 23, 2006 13:17:51 GMT -5
"You have an... upstairs?..." he asked, almost hesitant. "I love this apartment!" Curiously, he walked over to the staircase like it wasn't real, or would break.
He walked up the stair case, looking in each and every room- carefully, suspiciously, like some murderer would jump out and stab him through the heart (several times). And then hide him under the floorboards.
But that was beside the point; I suppose.
He finally came to 'the' room. "Wow...." he said, glancing at the walls, then the bed, the dresser-.... Wait-
Pierce walked over to the wall she had painted, running his fingers along the paint. Slight frightening this was, slightly- I dunno- inspiring.
"This is- amazing!" he exclaimed, reading the font. Wow. This must have taken hours- days- weeks!
Wait a second- he was Pierce. What did he care about how long it took?
Then again; he'd never taken anything like this in before. Painting! Like he'd even think about that back in New York. Or even Cam (which he'd only visited twice before). "How'd you think of this?"
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Post by Roxanne Turner on Dec 23, 2006 14:08:47 GMT -5
Roxanne heard him exclaim about her painting. “Think of what? That?” She asked, walking up the stairs and into her bedroom.
“I don’t know, I guess it’s one of those, you listen to a song and think of something. It was a doodle, but then I decided to make it into a wall.” She said smiling as she ran her own hand over the paint, the bumps and ripples feeling nice along her touch.
“See- at first it was going to be this picture.” She said, shuffling through a folder filled with her own sketches. It was sort of a comic strip, at first there was a girl standing at a dock- a rather large boat in front of her with a man waving. The second ‘scene’ if you may, showed the girl, a bit more grown up, the boat getting farther. The last scene was of a young lady, and the boat almost out of sight.
“And then I thought of this one…” She said flipping a few more pages and pulling out a drawing of an angel like person. “But for some reason this one fit. Maybe it’s cause it stretches out across the wall or something.” She said shoving the pages back into the ‘portfolio’.
Suddenly the sound of “My Heart” by Paramore rang through the room as Roxanne dove onto her bed grabbing the sidekick that sat on her pillow.
“Jake-y! What’s up?” She asked into the phone with a big smile on her face.
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Post by pierce.sparrow on Dec 23, 2006 14:14:32 GMT -5
Pierce smiled [he'd been doing that a lot more often now]. "Wow- just amaz-" He didn't get to finish; as she was on the phone. He sat on her bed, surprisingly patient (what's with that good mood??), waiting for her to finish. He tried to make out her conversation. "Jake-y?" Who was that- er boyfriend? Damn. What a shame- and this on was really gorgeous, to... [[.... It was this piece of crap, or he could've stolen the phone. But- that probably wouldn't turned out too well... ehe.... ]]
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