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Post by frankschmetterling on Jun 25, 2011 2:29:04 GMT -5
franziska had been swimming laps in the pool for at least twenty minutes by now. she didn't know what else to do. it was her lunch time but she didn't seem hungry. which was another reason why she thought she was home sick because she was usually always hungry. she would always eat because of how busy she was and how much she was working herself. she begged her mother to cook large meals so she wouldn't have to sneak in the fridge for a snack before ballet class or chores. it was a normal thing for her to be hungry twenty-four seven and then she suddenly skipped lunch to go for a swim? this was starting to worry frankie herself. she got out of art class and walked right passed the cafeteria to the locker rooms to get changed into her one piece bathing suit with an open back. she hadn't sat on the edge poking her toes in for a while, she just dove in and started making laps. it was almost like she needed to get ride of access energy.
she held her breath under water as she swam to the edge of the pool and pulled herself up on the edge, her arms crossed on the cement. she took a breath and smoothed back her hair. she knew there was still plenty of time before her neck class so she could make a few more laps before she needed to get dried off and dressed, but she still didn't know why she had decided to go swimming anyway. was is because she loved the feeling of water against her skin? or was it that she just needed to do something productive other than sitting at a table stuffing herself with food? frankie personally had no idea and it was driving her insane. she liked knowing everything and anything she could and when she didn't know something, especially about herself, it drove her nuts. frankie grunted and dropped back into the water, doing a side kick off before going into the breast stroke heading towards the opposite end of the pool.
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Post by Hunter Schultz on Jun 27, 2011 12:32:39 GMT -5
 Hope dangles on a string like slow spinning redemption
Half an hour early, and his class was a ten minute walk away. His class? Photography. It was his first day in the class, though he'd been attending the college for all his Junior year so far. He was still yet to make friends, however the young man wasn't trying too hard. He wasn't trying hard on much else than studies, actually. And even then he still wasn't putting in a full effort. His parents were fully aware of his lack of ambition, it was more than obvious. He was falling into the average student. But how could he get comfortable when he was so out of his element? Here he walked in with brand new jeans he'd never warn, an expensive looking gray-blue sweater over a matching gray-and-blue tie, and a white collared ironed button-up under that. He looked like a celebrity. Hell, he felt like one. Even his shoes and socks were new. All these nice clothes were coming from his parent's church friend - a woman he'd grown to know as his aunt, however she wasn't related to his family at all. Apparently, she wanted him to fit in with the Luxford students. In doing so, she went out and bought him probably ore clothes than he'd ever wear - most of which were still sitting in his room, unable to fit in his closet. She'd even bought him new colognes, watches, and offered him a car - which, he turned down, having taken in his dad's (or, adopted dad's) black convertible BMW 330 series, something he did not have any complaints for. He was reluctant to take his dad's prized car, but his father insisted. Hunter knew though, he may have just given him the car knowing his adopted son was dying. He planned on returning the car once he could buy himself his own car - and if he were to pass before then, well, the car would be back to it's original owner.
With the twenty minutes he had free time, he decided what better to do than walk around the campus? He hadn't even seen the whole place, and though he probably wouldn't vocally admit it, he really enjoyed the architecture of the place. A lot of it, he imagined the art he could make out of it. How much had this place cost to make? ..And who paid for it? He strode down an unfamiliar path, through a corridor of clean white labeled doors embroidered in possibly real gold writing, the marble floor echoing his footsteps. The sound made him anxious. This whole place made him anxious. paranoid, even. 'Glad I decided to grab that pack from the car now,' he thought to himself, feeling the outline of the rectangular box in his pocket. He didn't want to walk outside and smoke it with the "go green environment police" students running around. Most of the campus he'd come to figure out the hard way was apparently a no smoking zone. And, the parts that you were allowed, there were always a pack of students to cough and make you feel horrible about it. Hunter was trying to quit, but it was hard. He needed to stop for his health - it was not helping his health at all. The doctor stated that it was most likely lowering his chances of surviving, and the time he had left. But how could he stop after nine years? He lied to his doctor, saying he quit, but you couldn't fool the doctor. The cigarettes helped him relax, take his mind off his mom crying every night, and his feeling of losing himself. He was already dead, at least he thought so.
At the end of the hall, a set of double doors wrote in curly letters 'pool'. 'Hm..' He opened the door, and peaked in. No one. He looked up, searching the ceiling for cameras. He didn't catch any. He walked into the room, his footsteps echoing even louder. It was a giant pool - it reminded him of the Olympic games with how the grand stands were set up. He pulled the pack from his pocket, facing away from the pool, and putting the a cigarette in his mouth - quickly lighting it, and stowing the both the pack and lighter away. He took the Marlboro Red from his lips, tilting his head back, and breathing out smoke that quickly meshed with the air. He closed his eyes, taking another breath of it, and began walking along the pool, by the grandstands - all the while unaware of the swimmer. She was so fluid with her movements that it wasn't sound that caught his attention, but the movement in the corner of his eyes.
His face flushed, his heart skipping a beat as he saw her swimming down the alley, most likely unaware of his appearance - but of that, he couldn't be sure. She seemed consumed by her work out, too much so to have noticed him yet. He watched her for a moment, walking along the pool paralleling her in the opposite direction. He almost looked away, deciding by instinct to walk out as just a passerby. However, in somewhat of a double take, he looked back at her. Her blond hair caught his attention first of all, but her body kept his gaze. She was incredibly well put together - of course, being a guy, that was the first that caught his attention. She was stunning. He couldn't take his eyes off her as she swam to the other side of the pool, and stopped. He stopped walking, not wanting the sound of his shoes attracting attention. Hunter waited as she paused, smoothing her hair back. She seemed to be in thought over something. Was she worried, or did she know he was there? As she began swimming again - this time, towards his end of the pool, he began walking again, taking his eyes off of her. Being the loner he was, he felt the need to walk out. Abort, before she noticed him. But, another magnetic feeling kept him from doing so. He kept a slow pace until she reached the end of the pool, where he stopped as she did. He had forgot about his cigarette burning between his thumb and index finger, desperate for an ashing. When she surfaced at the edge of the pool, the corner of his lip tugged into an involuntary grin - a real smile, white teeth poking out behind his lips. "Having a lonely swim for lunch? Heard that's bad for your digestive system." He said, standing at the edge of the pool a few feet away from where she had paused to resurface, his blue eyes on her.
winding in, and winding out - the shine of which has caught my eye. POST FOR Frankie!
WEARING this
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Post by frankschmetterling on Jun 29, 2011 2:36:50 GMT -5
at the moment, swimming felt amazing, like all the imperfections that kept floating in front of her drowning in the chlorine and were no longer there. she was somewhat aware that another body had entered the pool but it was only in her conscience. the thought of another person being in the same room with her, watching her every move, hadn't quiet sunk in yet. she was so focused on each of her strokes to even keep track of time. the bell could have rung and her next class could have started and she would be completely delirious. the poor girl, all she needed was someone to talk to and keep her busy from her thoughts, but instead she went to a swimming pool for comfort rather than another human being. was she that out of place? was she still that uncomfortable with the new country and the people she lived with? maybe she needed to have an unexpected acquaintance to find out, and she got one.
as she got to the other end of the pool she raised her head out from under the water and took in a breath, brushing the hair from her face and opening her eyes, water dripping from her eye lashes. she met face to face with a boy and his cigarette. she let out a shocked scream and fell underneath the water's surface. she came back up, wiping the water off of her by whipping her head back and looked at the boy again after her heart beat slowed down a beat. her face was red from being frightened and her chest was heaving from the exercise. she had barely heard what the boy had said because he had nearly scared her half to death. "was?" she asked with a puzzled look but then quickly translated to english, assuming he had no idea what she was saying, "what? what are you doing here?" her voice a little harsh and her accent screaming nazi. if it was one thing she hated, it was when someone scared her.
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Post by Hunter Schultz on Jun 30, 2011 18:12:07 GMT -5
Hope dangles on a string like slow spinning redemption
Hunter had not anticipated her reaction. She really was completely unaware of her one-man audience. And, as anyone might do upon looking up at foot-level into the face of some man smoking and staring down at you, she was spooked. No, but, really, spooked. So much that it surprised Hunter, even. She let out an exasperated yelp, and.. well, ducked under the water. The yelped shocked him enough to drop his cigarette on the tile beside his shoe and stumble backwards. "Whoa!" He exclaimed as she dunked into the water, a small splash popping up. He pulled his arms up, avoiding a few stray drops of water, though it didn't bother him - it was more a shocked motion.
When she came back up, he stared wide eyed, a questioning but still somewhat amused expression. But, the small laugh he was about express was swallowed when she did not seem as amused as he was. And, along with the first wave of shocked, another one slammed into his face. "Was?" he blinked. ..What? Okay, maybe she was stuttering. "What? What are you doing here?!" Whoooa whoa whoa. What language was that? He opened and closed his mouth a few time. "Wha..?" he asked, as his mind rolled over her words for a moment, beginning to realize what she had said. It wasn't another language. It was a thick german accent. A smile poked through his lips again, a mix now between amused and discomfort as what seemed to him, a very angry response. Well, maybe not angry. She was definitely not okay with him scaring her, though. "Ha whoa whoa, didn't mean to freak you out." He said, looking down at the cigarette leaving a black mark on the tile. He scuffed it out with his foot before switching his gaze back on her, somewhat embarrassed of the cigarette now. He wasn't entirely sure what to say in this situation, he hadn't exactly planned on the response. But as angry as she sounded, to him, he saw in her expression nothing more than self-defense. "...I'm out scaring everyone apparently. You okay?" he offered, smile faded a little, unsure of how he could show he meant no harm, but still yet to apologize.
winding in, and winding out - the shine of which has caught my eye. POST FOR Frankie!
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Post by frankschmetterling on Jul 1, 2011 5:02:50 GMT -5
frankie bobbed in the water looking up at the boy as he questioned her question. she knew that the first german word was really going to confuse him, even if she spoke in english for most of it. then again, her thick accent really didn't help. frankie rolled her eyes, she couldn't help it, at the boys reply. he didn't mean to. right, like getting face to face to someone that just emerged from the water that had no idea of your presence isn't meaning to frighten them. frankie thought, in english surprisingly, then again, she tried to force herself to think in english as much as she could, after all she needed the practice.
frankie's attention was again pulled to the cigarette, she eyed it sharply as he scuffed it out with his foot. it was way to close to her face for her comfort. frankie knew that the boy meant no harm but she couldn't help but be so mean to him. it was the first time she had really let her anger slip since she moved to america in the first place. she placed her arms on the edge of the pool and looked up at him again to reply, "i'm fine." she snapped and smiled a fake smile before pulling herself out of the pool and getting to her feet. she was thinking about shaking her hair out right there, just to get him wet, but instead she ringed out her hair and let the water splatter the ground.
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Post by Hunter Schultz on Jul 8, 2011 18:17:06 GMT -5
Hope dangles on a string like slow spinning redemption
With her accent, somehow that had thrown Hunter off completely. He really didn't know how to respond to her - if she had spoken fluently, he might have responded faster. Not that he didn't understand her, he did completely. It just took longer to process it. Didn't bother him, either - it amused him. It was.. well, it was adorable. The accent paired with the annoyance of him surprising her. Well, who likes being scared anyway? He kind of deserved a good kick to the shin or something, but of course, who was going to attack a stranger for scaring them? Her anger was reasonable. And her disgust towards his cigarette didn't go unnoticed. When she glanced down at him scuffing it away, her thoughts were obvious. He flushed with the realization, and scooted the cigarette further from her - despite the fact that it was too late, she'd already seen it. He wasn't exactly a proud smoker, especially considering his health. He didn't particularly want to lose his hair again, not after it was finally grown back. But, the habit was impossible to rid. At least, it seemed to Hunter, after being a pretty dedicated, with only a little less than a decade of the habit. It would surprise anyone, since he didn't smell of it quite that much. But it wouldn't be a surprise if one could see all the precautions he took to keep the smell away. Still he tried to take some of the embarrassment off himself by speaking up. "Don't worry, I've killed the beast. Can't breathe fire anymore."
He stepped back to give the girl space, eyebrows raised and expression innocent as she stood up out of the pool, and wrung her hair out. Her annoyance was still obvious, the "I'm fine." she had shot him still settling in his head. He had raised his hands up slightly, in a "don't shoot!" motion. He stayed relaxed, trying to show her he didn't mean any harm. He wasn't taking it personally - hey, he'd be creeped too if some smoking guy was watching him swimming and scared the shit out of him. And "smoking" in the literally term. Now, if had been her, maybe it would have been a much more pleasant surprise.. He stole a glance down at his feet as water droplets scattered the legs of his pants. "You sure? No heart attack or anything?.." He said, still stepping backwards, and reached behind himself without turning. He pulled a towel hanging off a chair, and stepped forward once more, holding the towel out to her - a peace offering.
winding in, and winding out - the shine of which has caught my eye. POST FOR Frankie!
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