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Post by peaches emilee harrison on May 28, 2012 22:13:24 GMT -5
Peaches didn't quite understand why one of the people she had been looking after had decided to leaver her of all people in their will, but it was nice of them. She wasn't one to turn down a trip. She loved to travel and see new places. And yeah, London wasn't Disney Land, but it would do, right? The one thing she didn't understand most of all was the fact that she was to be sent with their grandson of all people, someone she had never laid eyes on in her life.
She tapped her manicured nails on her legs, looking around the airport. Someone smiled at her, and she smiled back, raising her hand in a small wave. She loved the double takes people took when they saw her, especially because of what they said afterwards- that she looked like she just popped out of the 50's, 60's, or 70's, a real life pin-up. She looked up at the clock, then back down at her legs. She leaned over carefully to fix one of the bow shoe clips on her heels before she crossed her legs, pulling her skirt down a bit so nothing showed. 'Well, this will certainly be interesting..' She thought, looking around.
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Post by khole micheal vroomland on May 28, 2012 22:24:07 GMT -5
"Thanks for the ride.. Uh.. Look after Damian while I'm gone?" The question was answered with a quick nod before a brief hug. Khole watched as the car rolled from the airport. A long sigh heaved from his throat as he pulled a letter from his pocket. 'We loved you Khole.. Don't think we didn't' was the last sentence. He wasn't sure if he should believe it or not. Wouldn't they have gotten him from the orphanage? But Khole pushed all the disbelief from his head, he was suppose to be meeting some girl here.
Walking into the airport, he caught many glances. His eyes changing from their darkened shades to their lighter ones. "How am I suppose to find one girl that I've never seen.." Khole grumbled as he made his way through the crowd, keeping his eyes alert no matter how much he wanted to keep his head down. His so called grandparents had left him a name, but what'd they expect him to do? Go around, shouting for Peaches?
He had only brought one suitcase, and only brought it because Gryphon told him to. She was pushy, even more pushy than Damian. "Great..." His eyes peered around at the many seats in the airport, catching sight of an oddly dressed girl. His first smile since entering the airport pulled on his lips as he took a seat not to far away from her. Maybe she was Peaches? His hand fumbled with the letter, looking for something else to help him with his search.
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Post by peaches emilee harrison on May 28, 2012 22:35:09 GMT -5
Peaches kept checking the time, trying to remember the pictures the elderly woman had had by her beside. But they were all old and the children in them were young. There was no telling which boy was him, or if he even still looked like he would have in the pictures. If any of them were even him. She looked up, catching a guy looking around just as much as she was. 'Guess that's him..' She thought, slowly standing up. She fixed the short yellow pencil skirt she had on, literally looking like she just fell off a poster. She walked over to him, holding her clutch behind her back.
"Looking for something?" She asked with a smile, her voice sweet and gravelly, as if she had just lost her voice. But she always sounded like that. "I'm Peaches. Like.. the fruit, only cuter." She said, holding out her perfectly manicured hand.
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Post by khole micheal vroomland on May 28, 2012 22:47:00 GMT -5
Khole looked up in surprise, his toothy grin showing as she introduced herself. "That you are," His voice smooth, almost alluring as he reached his hand to hers. "You must be the present my grandparents left me," His hands worked on folding the letter back into a small rectangle before digging it into his pocket. As he looked back up, his eyes held a lighter shade on the outer ring of his eyes, growing darker as it became closer to the pupil.
"I'm Khole.." He stood from his seat, standing a few inches taller than her. His hands worked to flatten out his nicely pressed button down shirt. Khole wasn't used to be setting up. Especially by people he didn't know. It almost made him uncomfortable, but he tried to let the feeling go. Besides, he knew his grandparents had great taste, she was gorgeous.
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Post by peaches emilee harrison on May 28, 2012 22:57:27 GMT -5
"Oh? And here I was thinking you were my present." She teased, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. He was handsome, that she wouldn't deny. It was honestly a bit of a shock. When someone set you up blindly, it was usually because they were just trying to make someone feel better about themselves and they weren't very attractive. She absently fixed the edge of her bright red lipstick, even if there was nothing wrong with it.
"Tell me, how have I managed to miss a handsome thing like you around here?" She asked, taking the seat beside his. She crossed her legs, fixing her skirt as she looked over at her.
"Mommy, look at her!" A little kid said, and she leaned over to poke their nose.
"Hi, handsome." She said with a wink, and the little boy giggled, walking absently behind his mother as he looked back over his shoulder her. "Little kids are just the cutest things ever." She said with a smile.
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Post by khole micheal vroomland on May 28, 2012 23:07:45 GMT -5
He smiled, his hand intertwined together in his lap. "I stay more on the outskirts of the town," His voice rising and falling as he spoke in a gentle way. His head turned as she sat beside him, fixing the bold red lipstick. The cute squeal of little girl's voice as she saw Peaches made a chuckle rise from his stomach. "As long as they're little," Khole answered, watching them scamper off with their mom.
"So.. how'd you know my grandparents?" He asked, lightly. He wanted to know at least a little about them. And if she knew more about this trip than he did. The two were suppose to be going to London together, but it didn't make much sense to him.
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Post by peaches emilee harrison on May 28, 2012 23:17:06 GMT -5
Peaches smiled at his comment, watching the little kid disappear around the corner. "I dunno. I always had a thing for little kids. They're just so sweet and loveable and you can cuddle with them all day long." She said, wrinkling her nose playfully. She reached up to brush a curl from her forehead, her hair up but not quite as curly as she usually had it. She hated travelling long hours dressed to the nines.
"Well, I volunteer at the uhm.." She snapped her fingers, trying to get the word she was looking for. "Nursing home! I don't know why I kept thinking hospital. But yeah, I worked there and your grandmother and grandfather were there. When he passed away, I used to look after your grandmother a lot. She was the sweetest little old lady. I'd always fix her hair for her." She smiled, obviously fond of the woman.
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Post by khole micheal vroomland on May 28, 2012 23:28:12 GMT -5
Khole laughed quietly to himself, he couldn't help it as she talked. He felt that if she had a piece of gum in her mouth he would be looking at someone from years ago. "Yeah, I got a letter in the mail.. I guess she wrote it." He paused, not really knowing what to say. He didn't have anything to say. His life was spent in an orphanage. Knole knew nothing about his family. He didn't know if he had brothers or sisters. Or how he got to the orphanage.
"I only found out about her when I opened the letter.., but I guess she must've liked you." A soft smile appearing on his lips. He guess he didn't know because the orphanage didn't want him to know.. or that, no one in his family wanted him. But the letter made it seem liked his grandparents cared. His hand reached to brush back his fallen bangs, pushing them upright. Khole's eyes began to look the girl over as he sat back in the chair. "Did you know anything about this?"
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Post by peaches emilee harrison on May 29, 2012 0:22:16 GMT -5
She looked over at his question, raising a plucked eyebrow at him. "Her dying or 'us' this?" She asked, folding her hands in her lap. "Because in either case, no, I didn't know anything. At the funeral this guy came up to me and he was like-" She looked up and noticed that they were supposed to be boarding for their flight and stood up, fixing her skirt. "'Oh, wow. You look like you fell off of that Marilyn Monroe poster over my bed.' And I was just like, whatever. I get that a lot." She shrugged, handing her clutch to the guy standing by the door. He looked through it before handing it back and motioning for them to walk forward.
"And he handed me this envelope and when I opened it it was this ticket. And he went on to tell me that he was a lawyer or something and in her will, she had left this trip for me and her grandson. And I dunno. Going to London with a guy I don't know sounds kinda.. weird to me." She said, watching one of the guys load her luggage up. She smiled at him before she took her seat, smoothing her skirt over her legs. "But you seem nice enough. As long as you don't bite." She teased.
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Post by khole micheal vroomland on May 29, 2012 0:32:15 GMT -5
Khole followed willingly after her, his luggage being passed off to be boarded onto the plane. He walked in silence, listening to her story as his hand played with the corners of the letter he brought with him. He's moves slithered past other people who moved up and down the aisle of the plane. It was quiet easy for him to move with such grace as if even the slightest bump couldn't push him over. He sat down next to her, his eyes jumping from row to row as they field with people. "Biting's not my style." He laughed, his eyes following the flight attendant as she moved down the aisle.
His tongue moved across his lips before he tilted his head to see Peaches. "Well, at least she had great taste." He gestured, not only referring to her looks. She wasn't like most of the girls he would pick up. She definitely dressed differently.
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