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Post by peaches emilee harrison on May 29, 2012 0:47:57 GMT -5
She smiled, taking his comment as more of a compliment than anything. She was used to comments being made about her looks. Whether it be about her tattoos, or how she looked like a pin-up, it was always a comment. Rude or not, at least people were talking about her. And that's what she wanted, to be noticed. "Yes, well, she just happened to get a nice volunteer who has a nice taste in style, is all." She shot back, glancing out the window before she pulled the shade down. "Her grandson is awfully handsome. You look a lot like your grandfather." She crossed her legs carefully, leaning down to fix one of the bows on her heels.
She leaned back in the seat, folding her hands in her lap. She took pride in how she looked. It wasn't just a five minute thing to get ready. It took her a long time, and when she was finished, she thought she looked nice. "I've only flown a handful of times and I've hated it each time." She said, buckling her seatbelt. The attendant came over to check in her clutch again before she told her to put it away. Peaches undid her belt, and stood up, moving her bags so she could put her clutch where it wouldn't fall out.
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Post by khole micheal vroomland on May 29, 2012 0:56:21 GMT -5
His infamous toothy grin showed, even if he didn't know what his granddad looked like. "I hope that's a good thing," His hands moving to buckle the seat belt around his waist. His stomach knotted, flip-flopping around as he tried to prepare himself for take off. Khole wasn't a flyer. In fact, he had never left the town. The only thing he left was the orphanage and even then, he only left it far behind in his mind.
"I'm not much of flyer.. This would be my first time," His eyebrow raised as the flight attendant came over to check the clutch. Khole thought himself as lucky that he wasn't a girl. It never took him too long to get ready and everything he needed fitted into a jean pocket. He just never put much effort into anything that didn't need it. "Stable land and occasionally, water, but being in the skies just never seem safe."
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Post by peaches emilee harrison on May 29, 2012 1:00:57 GMT -5
"Well, if we crash and die.." She started, closing the little door to the luggage. She sat down, buckling her seatbelt again. "At least our little town can say 'well, we had someone who looked an awful lot like Marilyn Monroe.'" She said with a smile. She crossed her legs, and folded her hands in her lap, closing her eyes and leaning her head back as the plane took off. It wasn't long before they straightened out again, and were old they could take off their seatbelts.
"Good, because it's making wrinkles in my shirt." She teased, undoing the latch. She reached up to fix her lipstick again, even if nothing was wrong with it. People got up and started moving around, and she decided to peek out the window before shaking her head and pulling away from it. "Nope. I never wanted to see what the top of a cloud looked like."
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Post by khole micheal vroomland on May 29, 2012 1:12:33 GMT -5
He stifled a laugh as she joked about Marilyn Monroe. It was true, she had the beach blonde hair, even her body seemed to match the famous pin-up. His hand rested on the arm rest, his nails almost digging into it as the plane began to lift toward the sky. It was an unsettling feeling, and it obviously, wasn't something Khole enjoyed. He waited a few moments after before unbuckling his seat belt like the rest on the plane. He just didn't think giant metal machines floating through the sky like birds was natural. It was proved time and time again to be dangerous, but so was a car. He got into one of those each day, didn't he?
"It's good to not be near a window. My stomach doesn't get upset easy, but this seems to do the trick.." It was true, Khole barely ever got sick. He also did his best to make sure he wouldn't get sick. It was another thing he didn't enjoy. Trying to focus on something other than the flight, he tried to think of questions to get to know her. "Where do you work?" Khole asked, easing his hands up so they wouldn't scratch against the arm rest.
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Post by peaches emilee harrison on May 29, 2012 1:26:19 GMT -5
Peaches was busy trying to calculate how long it would take to get to London when he asked his question. She looked up from where she was counting on her fingers, trying to remember what he said. "Work? Oh, I'm a waitress. At the club. I used to model. This woman I knew took this little lanky girl with white hair and turned her into Marilyn Monroe and I got into pin-up modeling. Beauty hurts." She smiled, looking up as a kid peeked over the seat.
"Wow, you look like you're fake." He said, and she just smiled. He couldn't be any more than eleven.
"There's a difference between fake and vintage, love." She said with a smile, raising her hand in front of her face to check her nail.
"Yeah? Well, what's your name?"
"I'm Peaches."
"You're kidding."
"Nope. My mother named me Peaches. And his name is Cream." She said, pointing to Khole. The kid just rolled his eyes and turned back around. "Gee, I wonder why no one takes my name seriously." She teased, reaching over to squeeze Khole's leg playfully.
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Post by khole micheal vroomland on May 29, 2012 1:34:28 GMT -5
Khole nodded letting his head drift back onto the head rest. He adjusted his seat to a small lean, his gaze turning upwards to reveal the plane's ceiling. It eased his stomach a bit, his hands not resting easily on the arm rests. As the kid peeked over the seat, Khole could see the very top of his head. A smirk tugging at his lips as he looked up to see the kid roll his eyes. "It's unique." He shrugged with an answer.
His chest rose and fell as he slowed his breath to help relax. "Hm, seems pretty odd we never met before then." Khole returned to what she had said before, his gaze returning to the ceiling. He let his mind drift to other thoughts, he had never really thought of leaving Estenberg.. even if he was coming back in a couple of days.
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Post by peaches emilee harrison on May 29, 2012 1:46:52 GMT -5
Peaches leaned back in her seat, and as much as she would have liked to have curled up and went to sleep, she knew she couldn't. But she would probably be the first one to be asleep at the hotel, regardless of what time it might be there. She leaned her seat back a bit, turning so she could draw her legs up modestly into the seat.
"Where do you work?" She asked with a yawn before she stood up to fish around in her bags for her book. She sat back down with it in her lap, smiling as she caught the eye of the guy behind them. "Your grandmother used to talk about you a lot, like you guys hadn't spoken in awhile or something." She said, reaching a hand up to fix her mascara.
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Post by khole micheal vroomland on May 29, 2012 12:20:59 GMT -5
"I'm a cashier at the mall.." His eyes glanced her way as she moved time and time again, a smile appearing on his face. "I didn't even know I had other family.. I was dropped off at an orphanage when I was little." Khole shrugged his shoulders, at least he guessed he was dropped off. That would be the only reasonable answer. He had learned that he was an encantado after he left the orphanage.
It took him awhile, all those books and long nights at libraries. Yawning, he reached into his pocket, pulling out the letter. "It's pretty heart-felt for someone who I never even met..." The letter was on white lined paper. Some letters written in cursive while others written in manuscript.
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Post by peaches emilee harrison on May 29, 2012 14:02:13 GMT -5
"Well, I mean.. I don't think they would have just left you there if they'd been in any condition to adopt. But they were really.. deteriorating. Your grandmother couldn't walk and your grandfather was sick with cancer. But oh, she spoke so fondly of you. I think she wishes she could have adopted you." She said. She hoped it made him feel better. It wasn't a matter of them not loving him, she thought. It was a matter of them being unable to take care of him.
She asked the attendant for a blanket, and draped it over herself. She leaned her head back against the seat, looking over at him. "So.. Do you have a beautiful wife and adorable children? Or a pretty girlfriend?" She asked, watching him. She thought he was very captivating, whatever it was about him. "Because there's no way a guy as handsome as you is single."
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Post by khole micheal vroomland on May 29, 2012 14:21:35 GMT -5
Khole traced his index finger over each word, feeling the dips from where the pen was pushed down harder. 'Dear Khole, This may sound strange but I'm your grandmother. I don't know what the orphanage told you or what they didn't tell you, but this letter will explain some.' Inhaling deeply, he pulled his focus toward Peaches, letting the letter rest in his lap. "I don't see how... unless someone at the orphanage told her about the things I did, and most weren't good things."
He thought back to when Damian had first joined his room. Khole had been so angry to be put with someone else in his little room that as soon as the nurses left he began to antagonize Damian. Damian busted with rage, giving Khole a black eye and a couple more bruises. But Khole didn't let him get away clean. Damian had a busted nose and a tooth chipped as they wrestled to the ground. But no one would ever expect that now. A chuckle passed his lips as she asked about a wife or girlfriend. "Girls get tired of my jokes and cheesy lines," Khole paused, looking to see her wrapped up in a blanket. "Besides, if I did.. I don't think they'd let me go to London with a beautiful girl like you."
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