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Post by keelahylls on Jun 16, 2008 23:01:12 GMT -5
A 17 year old girl named Keela Hylls walked through the doors of the mall. The girl was wearing long, black pants that had a long, white strip going down on each legging, black flip-flops, a black tank top and a hot pink baseball cap, her nails were painted orange. Keela was planning to buy some stuff for her new home, like food, blankets, etc. She only had a hundred dollars that she took when she run away with her, so she was going to have to spend it carefully. She bit her lip, wondering where to become. The clothes store? Maybe a grocery store? The girl stopped walking, and looked around. Maybe the grocery store. Again, Keela bit her lip. Now, where was the closest grocery store?
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Post by Link Wallace on Jun 19, 2008 0:36:48 GMT -5
His black Converse all-star hi-tops made the faintest tapping noise as he meandered the corridors of the mall. The shoe-wearing, mall-meandering boy was Link Wallace, a sophomore at the nearby Welton Academy. His legs were wrapped in blue jeans, and his torso clad in a shirt bearing the saying "Fluff My Boner." He paused in his stride to glance at his $3 watch, but quickly realized it was unimportant. It wasn't like he had anywhere to be.
A thought occurred to him, almost philosophical. Why am I here? he asked himself, though of course he meant the mall, not earth. He always found himself here without remembering making a conscious decision to come. It was like he socialized at the mall so much that his body made the decision at a subconscious level whenever he had nothing better to do. Aside from school itself, Link spent most of his time at the mall.
Instead of continuing his walk, Link crossed his legs and plopped down in his spot, right in the middle of the floor. Ignoring the fact that there were empty benches nearby, he looked around at the people who surprisingly were not kicking him in and attempt to walk where he was sitting. There was a four-year-old holding his mother's hand in his right and picking his nose with his left. There was a guy with a CVS nametag who was clearly on some sort of drugs. There was a girl who looked vaguely familiar biting her lip, looking lost...
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Post by keelahylls on Jun 19, 2008 2:51:19 GMT -5
Still biting her lip, Keela felt a small smile slowly form on her mouth as she saw a young boy walk by with his mother. But the smile quickly turned into a frown as she realized that was going to be her soon, the mother that is. Her right hand went to her stomach, a habit she had picked up on a while ago. How many more months...four...Keela shook her head, trying to forget about the thought, although it was easier said then done for her at the moment.
Sighing, the girl turned around, then blinked as she saw a male sitting in the middle of the floor. Weird thing as, no one seemed to care that he was sitting where he was. Again, Keela bit her lip, another one of her habits, but this one was a lifetime one. Keela blinked again, wondering how long the guy had been sitting there, and why. It seemed like a weird thing to do, to Keela at least.
"I thought floors were meant to be walked on, not sit on." Keela jumped at the voice, and moved her eyes around to who had said it. It took her a few seconds to realize that she had walked over to the boy and had talk. 'That's something new,' Keela thought, looking down at the male.
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Post by Link Wallace on Jun 21, 2008 1:39:01 GMT -5
Link kept his eye on the girl, trying to figure out who she was and why she looked so familiar. A hand fell over her stomach, which bulged a bit. The girl wasn't fat, though, she didn't really have a chubby face or big arms. There was only one clear answer. She was pregnant. This didn't really clear things up for him. He hadn't heard any hearsay, if that sentence was logical enough to follow.
She addressed him with what was probably supposed to be a witty comment, but came across more as an out-of-body experience. The girl jumped at the sound of her own voice as if it were foreign, and looked around as if wondering who had spoken. Link pondered for a moment whether or not she was doing this on purpose to mock his apparent insanity, but chose rather to embrace it, whether or not it was intentional.
"Oh, well, you see," he muttered to the floor, then looked up at her and cleared his throat quickly, "Floors have become multifunctional these days. They can be walked on, sat on, and even-- wait, let me demonstrate!" Link unfolded his legs and leaned back until he was flat on the ground, a sort of snow angel in the dust and dirt. He continued, "They can even be laid on. Who knows? Maybe next they'll be made with USB ports."
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Post by keelahylls on Jun 21, 2008 7:09:16 GMT -5
A small smile appeared on the girl's face as she watched the boy lay on the floor. "Yes, but right in the middle of the floor...where people, a lot of people in fact, walked...and done other stuff..." Keela rubbed her lips together. And looked at the floor for a few seconds before looking back at the boy. Keela, herself, would sit on the floor, but never in the middle, always off to the side, close to the wall...Laying on public floors, was another thing Keela would never do, through she would lay on the floors in her house.
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Post by Link Wallace on Jun 22, 2008 14:48:35 GMT -5
If the boy was aware of just how much of a nerd he was by mentioning ports in everyday language, he gave no inclination. If the young male knew just how dirty the floor he was now lying flat upon was, he didn't show it. If he comprehended just how much of a fool he was making of himself, he clearly didn't care.
Link's new acquaintance smiled at him, and said that a lot of people had walked where he was now laying... and "done other stuff." He blinked, a rush of inappropriate responses flying through his head. "O-Other stuff?" he stuttered. He quickly chastised himself with a mental Smooth. His smirking was more apparent with his light hair splashed across the floor like spilled eggnog. "What sort of other stuff, I wonder?"
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Post by keelahylls on Jun 22, 2008 22:31:11 GMT -5
Keela bit her lip, thinking of how to answer the boy's question. "I don't know...spitting on the floor, I guess..." Keela looked at the floor around her, then back at the boy. "And there could be garbage." Keela shivered and rolled her eyes at the thought. She never understood why people were litter, especially when there were trash cans nearby. She crossed her arms before speaking again, "And you still haven't told me why you would lay right in the middle of the floor."
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Post by Link Wallace on Jun 26, 2008 0:15:09 GMT -5
Link Wallace was clearly expecting a far juicier, more sexual response. What Link Wallace got was just plan gross. The girl suggested people had been spitting on the floor. Why would they do that? What sort of pleasure would they get out of doing that? For some reason, the thought of someone's saliva underneath him disgusted him more than his own perverse thoughts.
Perhaps that was because he believed the girl standing above him more than the workings of his own mind. (Good thing too, or he'd be a paranoid neurotic.) She told him of garbage as well, which did nothing for or against his position. There were trash cans. They could spill their wastes in the receptacles. Come to think of it, they could spit in the open-top trash cans as well. This rationality calmed him down enough to continue laying where he lay.
The next statement out of the girl's mouth jolted him out of his train of thought. She said he'd still never explained why he was on the floor. "Oh, golly gee, did I forget?" Link said, in a bad rendition of a little farm kid, then dropping it with a slight clearing of his throat, returned to his normal voice, "Actually... I really don't remember why I'm down here. I suppose I got tired of walking."
He really was stumped. Then again, he did things like this all the time. He'd never really thought about having a reason.
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Post by keelahylls on Jun 26, 2008 6:45:47 GMT -5
Keela rolled her eyes, but a small smile appeared on the girl's face. "Tried of walking? But you're at a mall," Keela said slowly. She was stunned by the answer, but at the same time, find it to be kinda funny. Again, she looked around at the floor surrounding them before looking back at the boy. The floor did look clean, but even the cleanest floors could be dirty. Keela was thinking this when another thought came to her. 'Um, by the way, what's your name?" she asked the guy.
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Post by Link Wallace on Jun 26, 2008 21:56:32 GMT -5
The strange thing (well, another strange thing) about Link was the way his mind worked. This particular scene had an inner scoreboard, cliched and lit up like a movie scene football championship. It said "Link" on one side and "Guest" on the other, seeing as he didn't know her name and why should it be personalized anyway? Right now, the score was zero to zero.
Getting the girl to roll her eyes at him was definitely a point though. Somewhere in his brain, a little bell chimed and a point went up on the board under his name. He was ticking her off. Why this warranted a point, he couldn't be sure, but his mind said it was so. The girl (she really needs a new description) didn't seem to see his "tired" logic.
"I don't know. Maybe the caffeine wore off and I don't have the energy to go to the drug store," he stated, a well-known sufferer of the occasional caffeine crash. Pondering his next choice of carbonated beverage, Link was asked for his name. "Ah, maiden, I have been dubbed Linkus Wallacious of Ole Jersey. Affectionately, thou may consider me Doubleclick, for I initialize. And how, may I inquire, are you called?"
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Post by keelahylls on Jun 27, 2008 2:43:39 GMT -5
As she listened to the male, Keela shifted her weight from one leg to the other. "Drug store?" Keela asked, blinking in conferment. "What would you need at a drug store?" the girl asked again, raising an eyebrow. She was thinking this when she heard the guy speak again. "Middle Ages much," Keela said with a smile. "Anyways, I'm Keela." Keela saw no point in giving her whole name, like the male did.
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Post by Link Wallace on Jun 28, 2008 0:29:40 GMT -5
"A drug store indeed," the boy replied. Link could live on the things he bought at drug stores. All he ever really needed in life was caffeinated beverages, band-aids, condoms, and Tylenol. There would be no living without Tylenol. "For energy?" he said in a questioning voice. It wasn't really a question at all.
She revealed that her name was Keela, which didn't really help him figure out why she looked familiar. He shrugged it off and assumed he had simply seen her around. "Anyhow, Keela, mind lending me a hand?" he asked, suddenly aware that he ought to, in fact, get off his lazy butt and go to the drug store.
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Post by keelahylls on Jun 28, 2008 1:31:17 GMT -5
Energy? What's at a drug store that could gave one energy?" she asked, a puzzled look on her face. Keela hardly of went into a drug store, she didn't see what could be in a drug store that she would need. That was why she was asking these questions. She heard Linkus ask her if she could lend him a hand. Why? Can't get up by yourself?" Keela asked, uncrossing her arms and brought her right hand down for the male to grab.
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Post by Link Wallace on Jun 28, 2008 3:25:56 GMT -5
Keela inquired about what at a drug store could energize one. His face might as well have formed an equal sign and a capital O in all his surprise. Off the top of his head, he considered all types of candy, pure sugar, sugary and caffeinated beverages, large amounts of multiple types of medication, and caffeine pills. That wasn't really a tangent he was fond of going on, though, so he said simply in a slightly rough voice, "Things."
Only he would know that was a Merchant's Tale reference.
She uncrossed her arms to give him a hand, but not without making a snide comment about him not being able to get up on his own. Another ding sounded in his brain as a point went up on his inner scoreboard under the heading "Guest Keela." "Touche," he worded, thrusting his body upward, grasping her hand, and pulling himself up until he was balanced enough to not fall back onto the floor.
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Post by keelahylls on Jun 28, 2008 5:25:35 GMT -5
"What kind of things?" Keela asked. She felt a small tuck on her arm as Link grabbed her hand and got up. Once he was up, Keela pulled her hand back and brought it close to her again. She bit her lip, looking at the floor for a few seconds before looking over at Link. Now that Link was up, she could see his shirt, and reading what it said, she rolled her eyes. "Were are you planning to go?" she asked.
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