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Post by Evie•○•Ashton on Apr 16, 2006 12:10:01 GMT -5
”C’mon mate, no need for bathers Donny, give it a burl”
Evangeline hollered at the canine, a smile on her face. Her lyrics were spoken with Australian slang, and any one who was nearby would have no idea what the teenager was talking about. A bather was simply a bathing suit, mate, was a friend, and give it a burl meant give it a try. Though the liquid was quite chilly, Evie still wanted to swim. But the two year old German Pointer wished to stay outside the water, and watch her swim.
”If yah come in Don’ when we get home I’ll cook you something on the Barbie”
The seventeen year old had said the B word, Barbie, which meant Barbeque. The only word known to the skinny mongrel. His skull shot up and a doggish smile was plastered onto his face, his little stub of a tail started wagging, it look almost as if it was having a seizure. Evangeline immediately backed away from the pool of water, and her tin index finger pointed too it. Donny sped over to the lake, and jumped into it, obeying his owner.
”That’s just ace my cobber!”
She grinned, and leant down to roll up her jeans to her knee. Her arms reached to the sky and she jumped into the cold lagoon. Donny swam around her, his stump still going to the side. She laughed slightly, and felt her bare feet hit the bottom of the lake. |
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Post by |.Mick.| on Apr 16, 2006 13:26:23 GMT -5
Breaking Hearts Never Looked So Cool.
Mickail walked along the shores of the Abrums Falls. He wore a black T-shirt today and pair of loosing fitting jeans with holes in the knees. And to complete his ensemble he wore his chucks. Across his chest on his black shirt was the words 'Senses Fail' in pink, with bullets and hearts surrounding it. It was his favorite shirt, with his favorite band on it. On his forearms were sleeve tattoos with various cartoon characters in it. The one that probably stuck out the most was the tattoo of Norbert beaver on his forearm. He used to know a guy that gave him free tattoos. He probably felt sorry for Mick.
Mickail continued to walk along the shore avoiding rocks. He didn't want to trip. He was known to be a little less than graceful. He then turned around as he heard shouts. Something about a Barbie. That was all he had caught. And now he was starting to think someone called him Barbie. Yeah, Mick a barbie... He headed towards the source of the sound to see who was causing it. He notice a girl and a dog. He cocked his head for a moment pondering. He then took a few strides closer and stood at the beach of the lake. He then sat on a large boulder. The water gently touched the toe of his shoe as he sat.
"Well, Hello there," He shouted out to the girl and her dog. He gazed out into the water waiting for her to respond. He wanted to hear her voice again. He wasn't certain if he was right on if she had an accent or not.
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Post by Evie•○•Ashton on Apr 16, 2006 15:27:43 GMT -5
”Bloody Oath.. Its rather chilly in here, ain’ it my woofer?”
Evangeline held her elbowing, the female somewhat shivered. The air was humid, but the pond had not yet reached its warmth yet. It was a day for tee shirts and skirts, but not for skinny dipping in the frigid waters, underneath the running water fall, or even going in with your clothes on. But Evie was adventurous, every one who knew her, knew this. She had done almost everything, from going horse back and herding up cows, too bungee jumping off a humongous bridge with her ex boyfriend, who at the time was her full time boyfriend. She would do any dare! Excluding those wickedly gross dares like; “I dare you to go up to Mr. Peterson and make out with him…”, Mr. Peterson was a sixty year old, wrinkly professor.
Hearing a voice behind her, she jumped with surprise. The German Pointer’s skull shot towards the tall guy. Evie turned around, and her pale lips parted.
”G’day, I’m Evie”
Hopefully he didn’t hear you before, you crazy Aussie… Half the American country had already though she was crazy, and couldn’t understand half the things she was saying. And she could hardly understand a thing they said. |
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Post by |.Mick.| on Apr 16, 2006 17:05:32 GMT -5
Mickail was no certain she was Austrailian, she had an unmistakable accent. However, that was a good thing. He had always liked the accent they acquired down under. He observed her once more noticing she had her clothes on in the water. She wasn't wearing a swimsuit, she just went in with clothes on. He admired that. Anyone who could do things spontanious was cool in his book. He himself liked to do random things and he liked to take risks. Anything to get the adrenline pumping was great.
"Nice to meet you Evie. I'm Mickail, or just Mick. Yeah, call me Mick. It's a bit more casual than my full name. I'm not much for formal," He said kindly. He had a northern accent, before he had moved here he lived in Minnesota. He hadn't lost his northern accent. He tended to stress his 'o's, when he spoke. He then ran his fingers through his black hair and flipped it out of his face. He then put his hands in his pockets. "You've got gorgeous looking dog." He added kindly, trying not to look the dog in the eyes. He was a bit nervous around dogs he didn't know. He had been bitten once by a dog and had to get stitches. |
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