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Post by Stellan Dhiren Walker on May 8, 2010 19:45:25 GMT -5
Stellan looked around for a safe place.
He saw a sort of gasebo type figure and pointed to it.
"There?" Dhiren asked.
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Post by Elysia Cora Wendell on May 8, 2010 19:55:16 GMT -5
She nodded. The gazebo didn't look like much, but it should keep them dry...Well, it wouldn't get them wetter. If it does that, it has done well.
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Post by Stellan Dhiren Walker on May 8, 2010 20:01:09 GMT -5
Dhiren took her hand and started running across the field. Running through rain is so much funner than just walking. Almost slipping and all.
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Post by Elysia Cora Wendell on May 8, 2010 20:05:58 GMT -5
They made it to the gazebo. He made it inside ok, she saw. She was slightly behind him and she tripped entering the gazebo. But he caught her.
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Post by Stellan Dhiren Walker on May 8, 2010 20:10:05 GMT -5
Dhiren smiled as he caught Cora.
"Watch your step?" he said.
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Post by Elysia Cora Wendell on May 8, 2010 20:17:25 GMT -5
She stuck her tongue out at him, teasingly.
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Post by Stellan Dhiren Walker on May 8, 2010 20:24:04 GMT -5
Stellan smiled and sat down near the middle of the Gazebo, avoiding some of the bigger puddles.
He patted a spot near him.
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Post by Elysia Cora Wendell on May 8, 2010 20:29:54 GMT -5
She sat down next to him and took out her book again. It was slightly damp. And completely useless at the moment, because writing in it would poke holes in the paper. She would be able to use it later though. That was a good thing.
She put it back and just looked at the rain. It was a rather cold rain. She liked warmer rain in the sense that it was nicer to be in, but colder rain just had something else to it that she just loved.
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Post by Stellan Dhiren Walker on May 8, 2010 20:39:11 GMT -5
Stellan just sat back and looked in to space. Rain was nice. The silence wasn't awkward. Granted with a mute could silence really be awkward?
Maybe if they had a language of some sort... Like using their hands. That could be interesting. That way they wouldn't have to rely on the notebook, for days like this. It wasn't that they needed to talk it was that it was more he wanted to talk to her...
"We should make up a language." he said.
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Post by Elysia Cora Wendell on May 8, 2010 20:42:45 GMT -5
She looked at him as though he had a third eye. A language? Did he forget the entire mute thing?
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Post by Stellan Dhiren Walker on May 8, 2010 20:50:12 GMT -5
Stellan noticed the odd look. And grinned.
"With our hands or something. I didn't forget the silent part." he said.
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Post by Elysia Cora Wendell on May 8, 2010 21:12:00 GMT -5
She looked down at her hands. A language with their hands? But how would that work?
(ooc. are they about to invent sign language, dragul meu?)
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Post by Stellan Dhiren Walker on May 8, 2010 21:14:53 GMT -5
(ooc. Why not?)
Dhiren thought for a second. He took his index fingers and hooked them together. "Like this could mean friend." He looked at her for agreement.
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Post by Elysia Cora Wendell on May 8, 2010 21:26:42 GMT -5
She nodded. Hmm....What next? She didnt' have any ideas. Maybe he still did though.
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Post by Stellan Dhiren Walker on May 8, 2010 21:29:45 GMT -5
Dhiren smiled at her.
He looked at his hands and started putting them in formations and assigning words to them.
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