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Post by beau agnes hodgins on Mar 27, 2013 12:19:03 GMT -5
 [style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #990011; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;] 505 WORDS FOR velvet/tariqsorry there's no dialogue~. and i have to include an outfit for her just because it feels necessary for her. ok. ok. DREAM [/style] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]
Practicality was not a word that frequented Beau's vocabulary, nor was it something that frequented her wardrobe and everyday choices. Despite the fact that she'd be out in nature for some extended amount of time, Beau hadn't dressed the way she should of. She had tried though and that had to count for something but her vanity was far too big for her to risk looking even a little frumpy in the middle of no where. This was for a date, after all. An attempt to rekindle an old flame, rather, one that had gone out without much notice. The girl couldn't help but keep her thoughts from running when Tariq had originally gone and orchestrated the whole thing.
She'd said yes near instantly. With all the films she'd seen about old love affairs roaring to life again, she'd jumped at the chance that there could even be a slight possibility that a relationship could start up again after so long. Even when there was barely one in the first place. Beau wasn't one to look at such a situation as nothing more than what it was; just a date. No, she was far too idealistic and romantic for that.
Beau was surprised that she'd managed to get there on time, or as close to it as possible. Her bus had been late, of course...but it wasn't out of the ordinary for Beau to be late. It didn't matter how hard she tried to get out on time, she was easily distracted and took her time. She'd never been out to the outskirts of Hadley before, the walk from the bus stop in itself had been interesting but beautiful and serene and calming. The girl had high hopes for the day ahead of her.
But, despite the fact that she'd be walking for quite a while, she lit a cigarette just before her arrival. At least she'd worn flats, that had to count for something, right? She was thankful for the peek in the weather, lately, it wasn't as warm as she would of liked it to be but it was better that the cold and bitter winds they'd been experincing for the past few months. Beau liked nature, she truly did, she just preferred small cafes and libraries more. Beau looked at it as an adventure, at least, and was hoping to see the best Hadley's nature had to offer. She just hoped that the nature park or wherever the were, she really had no idea, wouldn't be full of locals and people with ugly footwear and ill fitting pants.
Upon arrival, she put out her cigarette and tossed it in a near by trash can and pushed her sunglasses atop her head and searched for Tariq amongst the cars in the small dirt parking lot and long line of trees. There was no way in hell she'd of gotten there before him...suddenly she feared she'd gone to the entirely wrong park or had just gotten herself lost altogether. That would be fun.
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Post by TARIQ IBRAHIM ARAIN on Apr 1, 2013 16:00:03 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,170,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=vAlign, top][atrb=style, background-color: #eaeaea; margin-top: -20px; border-left: #cdcdcd solid 1px;] [/style][style=width: 138px; padding: 6px; opacity: 0.8; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; border-top: #c0c0c0 dotted 2px;] That's not a skirt, girl, that's a sawn-off shotgun— And I can only hope you've got it aimed at me | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=vAlign, top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i.imgur.com/DfhFz.png);] ONCE UPON A SHANGRI-LA
YOU'VE GOT A FACE THAT SAYS
—"baby, i was made to break your heart"
The only variable Tariq hadn't been able to control had been the weather, and even that seemed to have gone without a hitch. The icy conditions that had plagued Hadley throughout the winter seemed to have eased, at least temporarily; there was a keen chill in the air still, but the sky was cloudless and open, with clear sunlight streaming through the trees and patterning the uneven ground. The new light lent a similar sense of viridity to the scenery it covered. With once-bare branches budding with leaves and the colour returning to the long grass, this was the perfect place to witness the arrival of spring.
The dusty ground of the parking lot was marked with deep tire tracks. Tariq found himself pacing up and down behind the line of cars, alternating glances between the face of his watch and the silent screen of his phone. It was a pointless activity: the nature reserve was too far out of range to have network reception. In all likelihood Beau was just delayed, but a fraction of him had already started wondering whether he had been stood up. Maybe she had got cold feet about this whole thing and hadn't deigned to tell him. He'd already burned his way through two cigarettes. Gazing at the edges of the forest, he turned his collar up against the slight breeze, unable to resist the temptation to crack his knuckles.
Sometimes Tariq felt as if punctuality was one of his worst habits.
At last, he heard the sound of footsteps and turned to see Beau walking into the parking lot. His eyebrows raised unconsciously as he caught her eye, the corner of his mouth curving up as he strode to meet her.
"Hey," he said. "Glad you made it."
He came to a halt a couple of paces in front of her, thrusting his hands into his pockets. That beginning of a grin was still playing across his lips as he regarded her. He wasn't going to hide his interest under a pretense of nonchalant indifference; the fake casualness that characterised so many youths was a fragile sort of arrogance and, frankly, one he had no time for. He wasn't sure whether it was her long hair and delicate features, or something in the way she held herself, but Beau seemed as different from the other girls at Mayview as oil from water. Their past relationship - if it could even be called that - had been brief, transient, a little bit prosaic; it was true that there was no passionate impulse between them. But Beau held an old-fashioned poise that Tariq found as intriguing now as he had the first time he had met her.
After the nightmare of the last few months with Anna, it was a delight to be faced with something so straightforward.
He was wearing Doc Martens and various layers of plaid and denim, with a leather backpack of provisions (including, vitally, a bus timetable) slung over one shoulder. He eyed Beau's flimsy shoes with some suspicion.
"You gonna be okay over the ground in those? We can stick to the trails, but it might be pretty uneven." He wasn't sure if Beau even owned anything that could be termed 'sensible shoes'; he wasn't sure they'd return to Mayview with those fabric slippers still in one piece. "I know there's marshland near the streams and lake, but it should be pretty easy to avoid."
Predictably, he had looked up the nature reserve online before they had arrived; he had even Wikipedia'd some of the flora and fauna. He admired the wilderness, but being out hiking in it like this made it clear just how much of a natural city dweller he was.
Tariq offered a hand to her before they set out walking.
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Post by beau agnes hodgins on Apr 7, 2013 21:27:04 GMT -5
[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #990011; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;] IDK WORDS FOR velvet/tariq could you imagine beau in a pair of running shoes? lol. outfitDREAM [/style] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]
"Hey. Her own expression mirroring his, she also wasn't one to hide how she felt about something. Beau believed it was a waste of time to hop, skip and jump around what one felt about something or something. If Beau liked something, or someone, everyone would damn well know it. However, that never did stop her from trying now and again...although, that didn't exactly mean she was successful at masking her feelings. Sometimes she just had days when she felt like being Bette Davis and playing the alluring, mysterious leading lady. The girl really watched way too many classical films for her own good.
The sad thing was, the embroidered owl flats upon her feet were her most sensible shoes...at least, the most sensible shoes that matched with her outfit. She looked down at her feet, before looking back up at him and shrugging her shoulders with a debonair smile. "I'll be fine, these shoes are tougher than they look." But internally she was regretting her footwear. Marshes? Water? Mud? She hadn't sighed up for that, she'd signed up for rolling meadows and wildflowers and even foot paths and....
But there was nothing the girl could do about that now and she wasn't going to go and ruin the whole date because she was afraid to get her shoes a little wet. Wasn't that the whole point of an adventure? To dip your toes in unexplored waters? She just hadn't expected it would be so literal.
With out another second spared to the thought of the lifespan of her beloved shoes, she took hold of Tariq's outstretched hand and began onward. Beau truly would try to enjoy herself, really...the problem was she just had unnaturally high expectations about everything. "Have you ever been here before?"
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