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Post by dusty mae williams on Feb 12, 2012 18:02:24 GMT -5
"Mhm." She said quietly, still watching him. She looked up at his question and shrugged.
"No one is ever what they seem, are they? I wouldn't have guessed you were so smart. And you may never have guessed I was a princess. Or that my dad wants me to marry the most repulsive boy to ever walk this Earth. But as far as everyone else, no.. I'm always surrounded by body guards. I don't get to talk to people much.." She was only a human, after all. She didn't pick up on all the strange people walking around town. They were just people to her. The maid walked in and bought them cookies and tea then walked out. She took her cup, sipping it a bit.
"Why? Is there something wrong with the people here?" She asked.
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Post by oliver lee winchester on Feb 12, 2012 18:09:05 GMT -5
Oliver raised an eyebrow at Dusty's next words. "The most repulsive boy to ever walk the Earth? Surely he can't be that terrible...although I can understand why you wouldn't want to marry someone your father picked out for you." He made a face. Fortunately he didn't have to worry about that. He was just an average middle class kid with an odd secret.
Oliver thanked the maid and took a cookie, nibbling on it. "It's hard to explain...you know all those stories you've heard about werewolves and vampires and things growing up? Well...they're all here." And more, but he didn't want to say anything more until he gauged Dusty's response to this revelation.
Twisting the screwdriver in his hands, Oliver eyed the car. "Do you mind if I make a few modifications to it?"
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Post by dusty mae williams on Feb 12, 2012 18:15:58 GMT -5
"He is. He goes behind me picking everything up and putting it away and he smells like cheese. All the time. I don't want to marry someone who smells like cheese. And he's always trying to make me do things I don't want to do.." She sat her tea back down, folding her arms across her legs.
"Vampires and werewolves aren't real, silly. That's why they're called lore. They were made out of tradition to scare little kids. And it did a dandy job of it too, now didn't it?" She didn't want to think the boy was crazy. He was kinda cute. And really smart. 'But the smart ones are always a bit off their rocker..' She thought.
"You can keep them. I don't need them anymore. They're like the airplanes and trains and boats and puzzles and things up in the attic. I'll never use them again."
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Post by oliver lee winchester on Feb 12, 2012 18:22:19 GMT -5
Oliver couldn't help but laugh at the cheese comments. "Well, I don't blame you for not wanting to marry someone who smells like cheese." He was more concerned with the 'making me do things I don't want to do'. That usually wasn't healthy in a relationship. "Like what?" He inquired.
The nineteen year old was glad he'd thrown that one out there, because Dusty's response assured him that her response to any admissions he made likely wouldn't end well. So he decided to stay quiet for now, and simply laughed at her statement. "Well, I tried to get you." He stated with a chuckle, playing it off as if he were simply trying to play a joke on Dusty.
He was happy when the conversation turned back to the car that he was fiddling around with. "Great! I'll get to work on them then. First I think I'll add wings to this one..." He was already thinking of what materials to use and picturing the thing in his mind.
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Post by dusty mae williams on Feb 12, 2012 18:29:31 GMT -5
"He's always trying to get me to be alone with him. I don't want to be alone with him. He smells like cheese and he always tries to kiss me. I don't like him and I'm not going to marry him." She didn't care if he was a prince. She would be happier living as a civilian than to live with the boy her father wanted for her.
"You're silly." She said with a smile. "Silly and smart. What a catch. Boy, some girl's gonna be lucky. AND you don't smell like cheese!" She bit her lip and smiled, trying to hide the blush on her cheeks.
"Change the frame to a thin metal. Or a thin plastic. And then you can use foam. And if it breaks, then you can just put another one on. Foam is easy to come by." She said, remember what he dad had taught her. "I used to want wings on everything. Even my dolls. My mom stitched a lot of wings on my dolls when I was little."
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Post by oliver lee winchester on Feb 12, 2012 18:39:53 GMT -5
"Then don't." Of course, it was pretty simple to Oliver, considering he was a civilian. It wasn't like his parents felt the necessity to set him up with a princess, though he could picture his mom's reaction if he did come home with a real princess. He'd have to have Cindy set up a camera, or do it himself...
It was Oliver's turn to blush at everything that she was saying. He was thankful to hear that he didn't smell like cheese, and he was already pretty sure he knew that much, her other words...
Her next words caused Oliver to grin from ear to ear, though. She was pretty and she had some idea of what she was talking about when it came to these things? "Well, I don't know how well it would fly with foam wings..." And he proceeded to go on a ramble about the science behind flight that...well, let's just say went FAR beyond what anyone would expect from a nineteen year old.
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Post by dusty mae williams on Feb 12, 2012 18:50:47 GMT -5
"How about you do one your way and you do one my way? And even if one or the other fails, you still have a pretty one you can put on a shelf. Unless you wanna put a bet on it." She wasn't a betting person. Never had been. And she didn't intend on starting any time soon. But if she could poke a little fun at him, all the better.
"I think we have the battery packs somewhere around here.." She said, then walked back into her enormous closet. It could be another room if they needed one. She jumped up, trying to reach a box on the shelf. "I can't reach it!" She complained. "Curse these builders and making their shelves too high in this house! Not everyone can be a giant!"
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Post by oliver lee winchester on Feb 12, 2012 18:59:24 GMT -5
Oliver smirked. He really did like this girl. How many other girls would challenge him to a contest to see who could build a better modified remote control car? And this girl was supposedly a princess? So much for the stereotype that they all had to be prim and proper. Sure, she may have started off shy, but so had he. Apparently they found something they could bond over, however. "That sounds like a plan. No need to get money involved."
Noticing that Dusty couldn't reach a box on the shelf, Oliver removed another toy car from his backpack (the same one he'd tested out with Baz in the park, incidentally). He watched as it took off, then flew it toward the box, giving it a little nudge so that it would fall safely into Dusty's hands.
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Post by dusty mae williams on Feb 12, 2012 19:07:31 GMT -5
Dusty smiled, catching the box. She walked back over with it, setting it down beside the other ones. She ran downstairs barefooted and out into the garage. She grabbed a pair of tweezers and a wire cutter. She ran back up the stairs, grabbing the box to the car he was working on. She sat down under the window, carefully popping the back off and pulling the batteries out. She cut the wires, then reconnected them before putting new batteries in. She slid it across the floor to him. "Slide me the controller."
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Post by oliver lee winchester on Feb 12, 2012 19:14:07 GMT -5
Oliver watched what Dusty was doing, all the while eager to get to work. This was the sort of thing he greatly enjoyed doing, and the thought of doing it with someone else, much less a girl, had Oliver very excited.
When Dusty asked him to slide her the controller, he did what she said. "One controller, heading your way."
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