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Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2006 8:25 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2006 8:36 pm
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Eileen gave an odd sort of squeak, clasping her hands to her breast, "The Alkaline Trio?" She gave a small gasp of delight, "My, they're..."
Her eyes shined merrily, "Actually, they're going to be in concert." She gave a mournful shrug, "But I have not the money nor the company to go with, so I'll I can do is work hard. Unfortunately, the only job I can really get is at fast food franchises, and I despise them."
A new, glimmering, shining side erupted from Eileen as she heard the music. She quickly took out her own mp3 and plugged earphones inside her ears. The mournful wail of Dextor Gordon was heard within.
((I've never heard of the Alkaline Trio. Heh. I'm more of a jazz, Dextor Gordon, John Coltrane kinda gal. Eileen is a strange uptight lover of good quality rock and jazz.))
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Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2006 9:00 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2006 9:07 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2006 9:28 pm
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"Hey, you're the one I'm pulling away." He said to her, smirking before pulling her into town. "My plans were to spend the afternoon at the pool, remember?" For a while, he kept silent, knowing he would have to make plans on where to lead her. They soon hit hard concrete, walking on the sidewalk. His hands moved back to his pockets, quite certain she would follow him. He crossed the street, looking around the small but rather loud town before coming across something that interested him, a small cafe. He smirked, leading her once again across the street and into it, flying through the doors with a happy grin. "You go find a place to sit. I will get us two coffees, ja?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2006 9:34 pm
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Posted: Fri Apr 28, 2006 3:12 am
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Posted: Fri Apr 28, 2006 3:57 am
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Posted: Fri Apr 28, 2006 11:52 am
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Posted: Fri Apr 28, 2006 3:48 pm
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Eileen tapped her lower lip thoughtfully. This girl seemed unable to make conversation besides, yes, no, or grunts. Ah well, there didn't seem anything she could do anyhow, so she leaned back, watching all of the flirting going on and smiled mournfully.
At least she had Dexter Gordon to keep her company.
At that moment, her mp3 player ran out of batteries. Letting out a flourish of substitute-swear-words, she glared at her mp3 player. Everyone seemed to hate her today.
She sighed, looking relatively unhappy. What an unproductive day it's been.
"Go out there," Her mother had said, "I'm tired of you being here all the time. Go make some friends. Be normal for a change. Have some goddamn fun for a change."
Her mother always had a penchant for cursing. But what now?
No friends, no normalcy achieved, and definantly no fun. Eileen fumed.
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