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Post by nikki2 on Dec 2, 2006 20:51:23 GMT -5
Sawyer merely watched the interaction between Cameron and the woman behind the counter. She was thinking about how odd she must look; a nineteen-year-old getting a Sprite at a club. That wasn't exactly normal behavior for people of that age group...or teenaged people at all. Honestly, though, she was different from 'normal' people in a lot of ways, most of which only she knew about.
"Yes, I'm ready," she replied, trailing after him. Her answer didn't come as a surprise. It wasn't as though she could say she wasn't ready; she couldn't keep people waiting. Plus, she had no reason to say she wasn't ready. But, Sawyer wondered, did she even actually have to be ready to leave? Or had he just asked the question to ask a question? Damn her. Damn Sawyer's overanalyzing and overthinking brain. She really should stop reading into things so far. People generally meant what they said, and when they didn't, she'd find out about it sooner or later. There was no need to think so hard in made her head hurt, only to find out that the person with whom'd she'd been talking meant what they'd said.
Anyway. Tugging her sweater closer, Sawyer prepared herself for the cold. She knew it would be cold because 1) It was New York, 2) It was winter, and 3) It was night. Not a very good mix, but she'd manage. She always managed. [/size]
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Post by Cameron Vought on Dec 3, 2006 14:41:48 GMT -5
With a light nod, Cameron pushed up the glass door and stepped outside, holding it open for Sawyer and taking a sip of his drink. He glanced towards the other customers, noting their facial expression they had made when the cool wind whipped through the building. He smirked for a second, looking away abruptly towards the busy street. It was just like New York City to have crowded streets, even when it was pretty late. But why wouldn’t they be. Especially since this was the season of giving?
Glancing up the street, he tried his best to remember the way towards the park. He figured they’d get a cab; there was no reason to walk all the way to the park and then continue a walk through it, though either way they were walking, but it would decrease the chance of either of them getting sick...somewhat. Cameron then spotted a cab park along side of the sidewalk. They’d have to hurry if they wanted to catch it, some taxi drivers were impatient, and would wait up for anyone, something Cameron never understood. “There is a cab down the street there.” He told Sawyer, pointing a finger in the cab’s direction with the same hand that held onto his glass.
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Post by nikki2 on Dec 4, 2006 23:25:17 GMT -5
Shivering lightly as the cold air hit her, Sawyer looked ahead to where he pointed. "Alright," she said simply, walking a little faster than she would normally, and trying to keep pace with him. Everyone knew how fast a cab could be taken, afterall. In seconds, or less, and she knew this from many prior experiences. You see one at the end of the street and race to get it, only to find that someone managed to get there before you did. That sucked. Especially if it was raining or, worse, snowing.
For a couple of moments, she was confused with why he wanted to take a cab to go to a park where they were just going to walk around anyway. That was, of course, until a cool gust of air whipped across her face, chilling her nearly to the bone. That was why. The air was cold. Ice cold. Why subject themselves to more time in it than would be necessary? Why, of course, they wouldn't, hence the cab.
"Are you still in college?" Sawyer asked. What a way to make conversation--she only hoped that they hadn't spoken on the topic before now. If they had, she didn't remember. Or what if he didn't go to college, and didn't plan on it? Could she just end up making him feel a sense of inferiority? That would be bad. Very, very bad. She should have just asked something simple. Something like 'So where around here do you live?' Oh well. You can't change the past. [/size]
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Post by Cameron Vought on Dec 5, 2006 16:08:21 GMT -5
‘Fucking cold’ He thought to himself, quickly walking towards the cab. If someone got there before he had, they would most definitely not be getting into the cab. It was too damn cold to just give one up, whether they had fairly gotten then before him. He’d pay extra money just to get that cab rather than someone else, it was well worth it. Maybe the park wasn’t such a great idea, especially if he was complaining now.
‘College?’ He thought to himself, remembering his age of nineteen. He had graduated high school when he was eighteen. Yeah, that all seemed right. “No. After I graduated last year from high school, I figured I’d take a year off. I think of it as a time for my brain to ‘re-energize’.” He chuckled at his comment, finding no harm in her question. “I’ll start next year, most likely.” He added with a nod.
When they finally reached the cab, Cameron reached for the door handle, and pulled it open, gesturing for Sawyer to get in first. With his free hand, he cupped it over his mouth, blowing his warm breath into it and watching has it turned visable and blew away with the wind.
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Post by nikki2 on Dec 10, 2006 22:18:35 GMT -5
Stepping into the cab, Sawyer muttered a soft and polite "Thanks," as she slid over so there was more room for him. Rubbing a hand lightly against her arm, she realized how cold it was. Did she really want to go walk around a park and freeze her butt off? Maybe she could make up an excuse--she didn't want to sound rude by just saying 'Hah. Just joking. I'm going home.' or something like that.
So an excuse. What was a good one? 'I just suddenly realized that I left my curling iron on. I have to go home.' No, that wouldn't work. Her hair was straight, and that just sounded...stupid. And very obviously an excuse. So she had to come up with something better--but what? Hmm. Or maybe it'd just suddenly warm up. It wasn't really that cold, anyway. Not...too bad.
After the silence settled around them, she rubbed her hands together, trying to use friction to warm them up at least a little. [/size]
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Post by Cameron Vought on Dec 11, 2006 17:15:31 GMT -5
Cameron nodded after hearing her polite word and finally got into the cab quickly once there was enough room for him. He shut the door, trapping the cold air outside of the car. Brilliant. It was colder than ever outside and he was asking someone to take a walk with him. Cameron wouldn’t lie, he loved the weather this time of year, and he often did take trips to the park to walk. He loved it and he thought of it as one of his favorite activities. But this was making him sound all too selfish. She looked colder than he was and by the looks of it, she probably didn’t want to go for a walk in the freezing cold.
Out of the rear-view mirror, the cab driver glanced Cameron’s way, wanting a location so he could start heading there. Cameron was hesitant and turned away from his viewing of the cab driver. He turned to Sawyer. “Hey, um, you don’t have to go on this walk. It is pretty damn cold outside. I’m used to this weather, I love it in fact, but I was being selfish—If you don’t want this, you don’t have to.” He offered her the chance of changing her decision of going on this walk.
Cameron awaited an answer, not knowing really what to expect. She seemed like the type who would just go along with anything because she had manors, but he could be wrong. He didn’t mind either which way, but the truth would be nice.
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Post by nikki on Dec 16, 2006 16:02:24 GMT -5
Sawyer shifted a little bit in the seat, until she got comfortable. She caught the driver staring through the mirror at Cameron, obviously expecting an address to somewhere. Or to just have them get out of the taxi right now.
After the comment was spoken, Sawyer thought about it what he'd said for a couple of moments before shaking her head. "I'm probably going to freeze at first, but I'll get used to it after a while," she replied, nodding as if to prove she was telling the truth. And she was...telling the truth, that is. She would be really cold at first and would probably want to stand in front of a heater for three hours. But then she'd warm up. Or, actually, get used to the way the air felt. That's what always happened with her. Plus, it wasn't as if she hadn't hung around outside when the temperature was beneath freezing. It had been practically a hobby when she was younger. Figuratively, of course. And, still, it would be no fun just lounging around at home. That was never fun. [/size]
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