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Post by +.Henry.+ on Mar 24, 2008 14:58:17 GMT -5
After several minutes of driving way over the speed limit, almost rear-ending at least twenty cars, and driving through eight red lights, Ismirshalen had reached the park. And boy, did he want to just park. He never wanted to drive ever again. No. Driving bad. Driving not good for Izzy. His hands [after the first almost-collision he had decided it would be best for him to use both hands] were rigidly holding onto the steering wheel, and he was staring straight out the front window as if Godzilla had just appeared in front of his Mercedes. Which could very well have just happened, because his expression was very believable. Just find a place to park, he thought, twitching and looking around the parking lot. With... out....... crashing.
Just as he was sure he would burst into a million pieces all over Mable, a parking spot seemed to sprout from the ground in front of him.
"Sweet heaven," he exhaled aloud, and then it became apparent that he had been holding his breath. His vision cleared as he pulled the surprisingly not dented and bruised Mercedes into the spot and cut the gas. His hands left the wheel, and he leaned back, looking paler than seemed possible.
"So," he said, "We're here."
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Post by Failure on Mar 24, 2008 15:12:31 GMT -5
"I was quite wrong... using the car is exciting...." Mable breathlessly said, she was leaning all the way back in her hard seat. Her voice seemed very small compared to the chaos they just traveled through. It was like a year just happened over ten minutes. Mable exscaped the clutches of the deamonic, yet extravagant car before Izzy could even turn it off. Actually. That was what she was afraid of. Him. Turning it off. If he didn't know the difference between the gas and the brake she didn't want to know what he would comfuse the off button with. Who ever really, actually knew with these exspensive modern day cars. Then, realising if she left Chalky in the car to turn it off would be just as senceless. She shuddered at the sheer horror and dashed in to pull the old man out. That's what this day had mostly been, all pull, no push. Worried he would object to not turning the death machine off she started a conversation with him about sandwiches. He could afford more gas.
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Post by +.Henry.+ on Mar 24, 2008 16:51:05 GMT -5
Izzy could only stare, mouth gaping, at Mable at what she said. Ex..ci..ting? Oh god. The blue eyed teen stared stupidly at the car, wondering what button to press to turn it off. Unaware as Mable got out of the black Mercedes. Umm... Should he press tha-- no. Or tha-- no... Or-- He couldnt finish that train of thought, because the pretty blonde had proceeded to yank him out of the still running car. He felt like he'd been tugged halfway across the world today. Wait, wasnt he suppost to be turning the car off? Mable was talking to him, though, and when he listened he found the subject of discussion was... sandwitches.
"Um. I like sandwitches," he said, still mind boggled about the whole car expedition. He found that they were walking to the park entrance. And then into the park. Ah, nice green grass. And trees. And benches. And little kids playing in the small playground area. Not too far from that there were a bunch of swings. Izzy headed for the swings. "Haven't you ever wished you could fly?" he asked Mable, smiling at her. All thoughts of the terrible, horrible car driving faded away. Ismir stopped at a pair of swings, taking hold of one of the chains.
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Post by Failure on Mar 25, 2008 16:59:15 GMT -5
[[This has soooooooo many spelling mistakes]]
Mable couldn't help crack-up at how she always made him discombobulated. In fact She thought. I can't help but laugh at almost everything my Chalky does. His royal awkwardness never ceases to entertain me. Mable continued to walk along loosely with Izzy and share her opinion about sandwiches. After her discussion about how peanutbutter and jelly should not be allowed to share the same peice of bread in hamony Izzy said something along the lines of... wishing he could fly. "It depends," Mable started, seating herself on an immensly squeaky swing. "It depends if I would be able to fly with you."
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Post by +.Henry.+ on Mar 25, 2008 17:44:28 GMT -5
Izzy sometimes found Mable to be confusing. Or was that the word for it? Probrably not confusing. Probrably something more along the lines of... Well... Out of the box. Yeah. Like how she could have a full-fledged intense and not to mention acctually somewhat understandable argument on how peanut butter didnt belong with jelly. I mean, she had her reasons. They were there. They made sense, at least to Ismirshalen they did. Maybe because she'd started to get him thinking like her a little bit, or at least learning to understand her point of view. I mean, now that he thought about it, did peanut butter really have a right to lay on the same two slices of bread as jelly did?
But Mable saved him from that train of thought with her reply. Izzy's heart fluttered in his stomach, doing leaps and other acrobats. The teen hopped into the swing next to Mable, taking hold of her hand.
"You're so sweet," he said truthfully, smiling crookedly. "Of coarse, I'd never think of flying without you." He pushed back on his swing, bringing Mable's along with him. "Want to fly?"
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Post by Failure on Mar 25, 2008 19:09:40 GMT -5
[[MY POSTS KEEP GETTING SMALLER ;A;]]
One of Mable's giant dorky, yet cute smiles unmistakely burst across her palely freckled face. "Of course," She replied, quite unsure of Izzy's aerobic capasity on a swing. If you asked her, he was mostly looks, not much of the physical looking guy. She didn't mind. Atleast it gave her a nice laugh when the gangly creature 'flew'. Hey, atleast he didn't get stuck in the MIDDLE of adolesence. That thought was most comical. Ha, she was even starting to kind of think like her significant other.
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Post by +.Henry.+ on Mar 25, 2008 19:29:49 GMT -5
Izzy smiled wider as they pushed higher into the air, the both of them swinging up pretty high-- for a swing. I mean, it wouldnt be too fun to flip over. He wondered what she was thinking. I mean, all he was thinking of at the moment was how funny it was that their swings werent going all whaco because of the way they were... well, swinging.
Okay, so much for not jinxing himself... On a particular swing up into the air, Izzy accidentally leaned too far to Mable's side of the swing. With his hand still holding onto her swing. Instantly, Izzy's swing spun around Mable's twisting them up. And then they were spinning, and spinning, until suddenly something was blocking out all the light, and a peculiar, yet very pleasant feeling appeared in his mouth. Um, oh. Oh. Well wasnt this just what he wanted. Mable! But... hey, shouldnt the impact have hurt him? Wait, shouldnt his wounds be hurting too? Or had... Maybe he was still on morphine. But boy, that kiss was feeling pretty good.
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