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Post by Ierys on Jun 11, 2009 18:12:02 GMT -5
Ierys ran down the beach, her feet slipping and sliding as sand gave way, but she laughed. The day was windy, overcast and cold but never the less she kept going til she was waiste deep in the sea. She turned back and waved at Anya and Serena, where she had left them on the shore. "Come on in! The waters great!"
Serenas jaw dropped. "Are you kidding? it must be freezing!" she turned to Anya. "Shes a weird one, I've never seen anyone so excited about the beach on a cold day."
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Post by Julie Loire on Jun 11, 2009 20:22:44 GMT -5
:: Anya sighs and shakes her head. ::
"To each her own... I guess."
:: She then raises her voice so Ierys can hear. ::
"You'd better not stay in there too long! You'll catch pneumonia, or something!"
:: She rolls her eyes, looking up at the sky. Then, she gazes toward the horizon. ::
"Still, it is nice. Kinda like the beaches by Winhill."
:: Suddenly, she smiles. ::
"Did you know every Garden has its special place? Where students go to relax, and stuff. This has got to be the best out of all of them. I mean, come on... a private beach? It's just... perfect."
((OOC - Any time you feel like joining us, Clive.))
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Post by Clive on Jun 11, 2009 20:39:22 GMT -5
"Perfect shore to wash up on." Clive interrupts, having somehow and for some reason wondered his way down to the shore. Perhaps on his quest to find his long lost book. "Like that one! When I snuck up behind Julie Loire in the dark. Ahh good times..." He shakes his head, back to reality. "Anyway, names Clive." Turning to Anya. "Don't think we've met." He then looks out to the water where Ierys's is at. "Hey Ierys, watch for rock fish! They kill you instantly if you step on them!"
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Post by Julie Loire on Jun 11, 2009 21:54:30 GMT -5
:: Anya flinches slightly from the surprise of hearing Clive's voice. Fortunately, she reins back her instinctive reactions and manages to stay in character. She gives Clive a hint of a sly smirk. ::
"Oh, so you're the infamous Clive. Ierys just won't shut up about you."
:: She gives a carefully hidden wink at Serena, then turns back to introduce herself to Clive. ::
"I'm Anya Louvel. I just transferred in today from Balamb."
:: Even as she plays her part, she continues to silently hope that Clive won't suddenly recognize her. If she could hide herself from Clive, she could probably stand right next to her own sister without being noticed. ::
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Post by Clive on Jun 11, 2009 22:10:38 GMT -5
"Anya? Nice name. I've been through Balamb before... can't go back to the Garden there... yea... So! What brings you here? And Infamous? What has Ierys been saying? Flattering I hope." Clive continues to look out over the water, seeing Ierys in the distance, he covers his forehead with his hand to block the wind. "I hate the water." He mentions off hand. "Terribly conductive." ((there, fixed ))
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Post by Julie Loire on Jun 11, 2009 22:41:07 GMT -5
((OOC - Blocking the sun, on an overcast day? )) :: Anya shrugs, feigning complete innocence. :: "Oh, y'know, just the usual girl talk. Who's cute, annoying, a fashion victim, a royal pain... all that stuff. You just seem to come up an awful lot." :: Following that very thinly veiled series of playful jabs at both Clive and Ierys, she answers his other question. :: "Anyway, I'm here for my exam. Headmaster Cid recommended me for this Garden when I missed some prerequisites in Balamb's system. He never mentioned you, by the way... exactly what did you do?"
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Post by Clive on Jun 11, 2009 22:48:34 GMT -5
"Oh... I wasn't there in any official capacity. Just would stop in for food on occasion... you know how it goes. Stuff happens, things explode, people die, nothing too serious." He tries in vain to laugh it off. "Wrong place, wrong time. So yea, how you meet Ierys, can't say she's mentioned you yet."
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Post by Julie Loire on Jun 11, 2009 22:55:53 GMT -5
:: Anya laughs ::
"Well, that's probably because I just got here today. It's been a very... eventful few hours."
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Post by Clive on Jun 11, 2009 23:00:58 GMT -5
"Must be. So what bring you out here to the beach? Doubt Ierys needs a pool monitor. Just seeing the place? It is quiet large, should see the basement sometime. That's a trip."
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Post by Julie Loire on Jun 11, 2009 23:12:27 GMT -5
:: Crossing her arms, Anya fixes an almost curious glare on Clive. ::
"Are you actually suggesting that a basement is a better place to visit than the beach?"
'I know he doesn't like water, but... really? A basement?'
"Ierys and Serena were just showing me around. I let Kate off the hook. Oh, she's my roommate, by the way."
:: Anya just can't resist testing what sort of reaction Clive might have to that little piece of information. From what she could tell, Kate isn't very well liked by the other students. ::
((OOC - She really should know better...))
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Post by Clive on Jun 11, 2009 23:20:34 GMT -5
"Reallllyyyy?" Clive says slowly as his head turns towards Anya. "What has that been like? Gotten into any pajama pillow fights? Man, I'd get into a pajama pillow fight with her any day or night." Clive leans against his staff, crossing his arms against it. "You know, most people seem to hate her, I find it just more a challenge."
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Post by Julie Loire on Jun 11, 2009 23:36:31 GMT -5
:: Anya groans, shaking her head in something akin to disbelief. ::
"Clive, if I ever got into any kind of fight with Kate, it'd be a safe bet that it wouldn't involve pajamas or pillows. And trust me, there's no way she's interested in you. She's already got a place on the floor for a fur rug if you even look at her the wrong way."
'Probably goes for every guy that's ever hit on her, too.'
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Post by Clive on Jun 11, 2009 23:40:23 GMT -5
Clive shrugs. "I'd gladly be her fur rug if that's what it takes." He winks. "Beside, she likes it more then she wants to let on, I can tell. There's some chemistry there, she just refuses to admit it."
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Post by Julie Loire on Jun 11, 2009 23:50:05 GMT -5
((OOC - This seems like a good opening to leave for Ierys to come back to shore. )) :: Anya just turns away, giving a slightly dramatic sigh. :: ' Ah, I give up. I really hope Ierys knows what she's getting into...'
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Post by Clive on Jun 11, 2009 23:52:15 GMT -5
"What!? What did I say?" Clive questions, hands asking for a reply. "Women...
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Post by Ierys on Jun 12, 2009 7:23:23 GMT -5
((OOC: Give me strength! I hate timezones, they make things awkward. : ) Ierys walked back up the beach to them, sopping wet and wringing her hair out. "Whats up with Anya?" She asked, flinging her hair back over her shoulder and starting to wring out some of the water in her top. She looked at Clive "You didn't hit on her or something did you?"
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Post by Clive on Jun 12, 2009 14:27:03 GMT -5
Clive cross his arms defiantly. "I can neither confirm nor deny that!"
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Post by Ierys on Jun 12, 2009 16:10:22 GMT -5
Ierys rolled her eyes. "Just give me a straight answer for once."
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Post by Clive on Jun 12, 2009 16:40:43 GMT -5
"Have I been slapped yet? There, I've said too much." Clive dramatically presses the back of his hand against this forehead and turns away and sighs. "Oh what a world where a man cannot speak to a woman without assuming he is a pig, but alas, I am both a man and a pig, so therefore, this point goes nowhere."
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Post by Ierys on Jun 12, 2009 16:43:16 GMT -5
Ierys raises an eyebrow. "You about done?" she asks, tilting her head as she walks around Clive so that he's facing her. "Top points fo the theatrics, by the way. You and Garyon would get on so well."
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