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Post by chelsea on Dec 30, 2010 19:03:57 GMT -7
![]() banner here best 500x300 [/IMG] search for the answers i knew all alongi lost m y s e l f, we all fall down"You know Grayson, one day you'll thank me for taking you to this tiny little town. I mean, where Momma's from, the malls are the size of this town." Allison was talking to her son, who was quite content in his stroller. Lately, it has been more and more difficult for Allison to stay in their apartment. Grayson was her life, the only thing she really had, but conversations with him were far too one-sided to keep her entertained. Allison had met a few people around town, but meeting people was never something she was very good at. Of course, she also hadn't been out without Grayson. From an outsider, this may seem like something of no significance, but in actuality very few people close to her age will be running up to be friends if Grayson was around. It was the sad truth, but Allison knew that eventually it would be okay. She had her son, a place to live, and when you have a baby, nothing else matters.
Grayson looked up with his brown eyes, and one of his little boots was half-way off. He was so cute all bundled up for the cold, with a hate and a jacket and some boots, Allison couldn't help herself. She stopped around the food court the fix, she had knelt down an took pause once the boot was firmly on. "You little stinker, you know it's cold." Grayson just continued to smile at her and try to remove more of his clothing. Allison sighed, but smiled.
She then stood up and adjusted her coat. It was a Christmas present from her Mother, because her Father had taken her baby shopping. So, Grayson had a whole-new wardrobe for the next year, but Allison didn't. Which, to be honest, was the first time in her life she didn't. Suppose it's blessing they moved to such a small town, no one expected her to be in the season's latest fashions.
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Post by CHRISTIAN GABRIEL BALLARD on Dec 31, 2010 12:06:44 GMT -7
 karma police, arrest this manHE TALKS IN MATHS.HE BUZZES LIKE A FRIDGE.HE'S LIKE A DE-TUNED RADIO.• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •The silence in his car bothered him, not that he didn't mind it, it just bothered him for some reason today. What-ever it was, he personally didn't enjoy it all that much. A frown knitted brows together as the young man then noticed a spot about to become free - rather up close to the mall. Should he? His conscious got the best of him. Let someone older or with children park there. Gripping the steering wheel with white knuckles, the male then parked at the next free spot, about 10 parking spaces from the nearest entrance. This he felt better about, letting someone else get the closest spot. Grinning calmly to himself, he entered the mall, adjusting the scarf around his neck. The weirdest thing about America and France was, the difference in fashion he easily noticed. Scarves had been popular over there and in Europe, they were just now becoming popular for about everyone here in America. Chuckling softly to himself, this was part of the reason he pretty much loved this small town. Unlike Paris, life seemed a lot calmer here. Dark eyes shifted gently along the stores. What was the reason he had come here again? Oh that's right, on a whim. How wonderful. A calm hand fell to his pocket where his wallet was, and he produced it to the world, checking for money and what-ever else. Good, maybe grab something to eat here. The food here was weird-er that he imagined it would be, at least it wasn't absolutely horrible, though he still enjoyed making his own food sometimes. His phone vibrated, and he checked the text, it was one of the stable hands, Paul reminding him that there was a client who was wanting to talk to him about coming in this weekend. Sighing softly, he texted back on the BlackBerry, telling Paul that he'd be there later, he was out and busy right now.
Which was - partially true. Now he just needed to find something or someone to waste time with. Or make friends with. Eyes landed on the food court. Thank goodness, he muttered a few words in French as he headed into the direction of the food court, muttering an, "Excuse you."
[/color] to a bunch of teenagers who looked back at him, the girls lingering for a moment before they pressed on. Oh yes, he chuckled. His accent. Shaking his head, he pressed on towards his destination, before he took notice to a dark-haired girl - with a stroller. Was it what he thought it was? Arching an eyebrow in pure curiosity, he approached the stroller, just as she was attempting to fix the baby's shoe, and fix his clothing. A light chuckle escaped his lips before he could stop it. As the girl stood up, he spoke, both his hands in the pockets of his jeans, giving him an air of relaxation, "My baby sister was like that."[/color] he grinned politely, "Mind if I ask how old he is?"[/color] he grinned weakly, might as well as strike up a conversation. Besides, his weak point, at least one of the few was children. He adored them, they always spoke the truth, and they all had such an optimistic look about life, he respected them for that. Granted this was only a baby, so he didn't have the functions quite yet to make judgments. Tilting his head softly, the male offered her his hand, not wanting to freak her out or anything, "I'm Christian."[/color] Wow...the worst way to pick someone up at all. Well, it wasn't his goal, so he didn't feel quite as horrible about it. Nevertheless, he made a mental note to reorganize himself. He'd just been so scatter-brained lately it was amazing. Once they shook hands or not, Christian's hand dropped back, and he hesitated, letting her speak if she desired, before he then added calmly, "How long have you been in Indian Hills?"[/color] Who knows, maybe she would be someone who knew this place better than he did. Granted he'd been here for three years, off and on going back to Saumur, but he still was curious. Either way, he then sealed his mouth shut, silently telling her she could end the conversation right then and there. Not that he'd minded, but it never did hurt to make a new friend, a new relationship with someone. Christian smiled calmly, flashing his teeth, before crouching down, smiling brightly at the young boy, "Keep your clothes on, little guy, don't want to be cold now do you?"[/color] he grinned happily. Oh yes, children were a weak spot, but either way, he straightened himself up, not wanting to be too close to the child in case she was paranoid about that. [/sup][/blockquote][/blockquote] • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •for a minute there i lost myselfTHIS IS WHAT YOU GET.THIS IS WHAT YOU GET WHEN YOU MESS WITH US.250+ - anyone! <3 - karma police, radiohead - heh...he's so awkward sometimes. xD hope you don't mind if i posted! ^^ - ^_^ check it
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