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Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2012 11:03:47 GMT -6
When all things came down to it, a name was simply a name. People would debate that there were more important things to debate or become upset over. Yet, for that person a name was indeed something special. It was the person’s identity. It was who they were, or perhaps they made that name who they were. They owned it just as much as it owned them. Toby would always be Tobin, even if he preferred the nickname version of his name. He couldn’t change that. Yet there would always be people who tried to change who they were by changing their names. They could accomplish, wipe away their past name from the memories of everyone but there remained on problem. They would always remember who they were. As that was just it, a name was the person.
For all of Toby’s preferences, he really did like his full name, but that did not mean he wanted people to call him by it. It was the same with any name and their variants. People had their own preferences, but when it came down to it, they were still who they were despite what they were called. It was a strange world they lived in when everything eventually came down to what you were called.
Toby continued to smile when she agreed to call him by his nickname. He would respond to his full name when it was addressed to him, but it was nice to have his preference taken into account. However, that begged the question of whether the girl would really be comfortable with him calling her Ally instead of her full name or the nickname she had supplied. But then, Toby had a knack for calling people unconventional nicknames. For all his friends he never seemed to refer to them by the popular nickname for their names. Even if there were not many ways to vary the name Toby would come up with something. It was just the type of person he was.
He cocked his head to the side when she commented on the temperature. He decided against pointing out the fact she had not noticed the cold when she had been laying on him—neither had he really for that matter, not that he had been complaining about that. Nope. No complaints on his side—and she hadn’t been dancing then either. “Well, it comes with this time of year,” he commented, being purposely obtuse on the reason for subject. Toby himself was cold. The lad was hardly dressed for being out in the current weather; after all, he hadn’t been planning to go outside in his mad dash from his brother.
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FIFTH YEAR chaser
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Post by Natalie Faye Dunham on Jan 28, 2013 17:20:13 GMT -6
Natalie’s scatterbrain often just made her say out loud whatever she was thinking at whatever moment it was. Interestingly enough many of her thoughts quickly lead to the more sexual side of things, but she gladly just blamed it on her hormones. That was the good thing about being a teenager; she could just blame whatever stupid thing she did on the good nature of her teenage hormones. It was hormones that had made her so comfortable on top of a guy, and it was hormones that made her so indifferent to the consequences of that. Live and learn, at least that was how Natalie saw it. However, there were very few people who agreed with her. Although Natalie was still a virgin, there were already some girls who had started calling her slut because of a lame attempt as a slightly sexual joke Natalie had told. Her views on the world and on sex didn’t exactly help either. Although she didn’t go around preaching about her view on sex and teenagers doing it, she didn’t exactly try and hide her otherwise free spirited mind, which in fifth year was bound to cause some rumers.
The blonde pouted a little. “Yeah I know, but I never really noticed it until now, like, really felt it,” she said, rubbing her arms with her hand to make some sort of friction. She knew she couldn’t stand still for too long, and yet she wanted to just stand here with this incredibly attractive boy for a just a little while longer. Oh the dilemma. She knew she couldn’t occupy him for too long, even though she was a ditz she wasn’t completely unaware of social standards. She bit her lip for a moment, contemplating gender roles and social convention. She made up her mind. She looked at him. “Look, I know we only just met, like for real, right now, but I wondered if you might want to hang out some other time. I’d really like to get to know you,” Natalie said boldly, directly, and without laying a veil over her intentions. Although Natalie might be strange and weird, sometimes her direct approach at things was a welcomed trait. At least people knew her intentions, without any funny-business going on, none of those strange games that so many girls played to get a boy to like them. It wasn’t Natalie’s style. She was sometimes painfully honest, but at least you wouldn’t get the wrong idea. And perhaps, that was a little cute sometimes.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 2, 2013 5:00:04 GMT -6
Politeness would have dictated that Toby offer the girl a coat or something or even to get in out of the cold, and his lack-there-of conventional politeness probably would have one of his relatives knocking him over the head. However, as they conversed about the cold weather there really was nothing Toby could do to help with that. He had neither coat nor cloak to offer, considering his own less than appropriate attire for the winter chill. Sure, he could possibly think of other ways to dispel the chill, ways he was certain were far from decorum in that way—and certainly in lines of the girl’s own hopes, though he couldn’t possibly know that. So instead, Toby just let the moment slip past with nothing else said or done. He had already pressed much of his luck for one day; he couldn’t know he had one more instance left to press in that moment.
His keen eyes picked up on the girl’s mannerisms as she seemed to inwardly debate about something. Something kept Toby silent, and not blathering on like his normal idiotic self. Perhaps it was the chill in the air starting to get to him. He could blame that, no matter how it may affect his manly pride. Yet, Toby did not have long to linger over the thought as Natalie was soon speaking again. A brow cocked in amused surprise. It was certainly not something he had been expecting the girl to toss out, not that he was one to allow gender norms to dictate his every thought and action.
Yet, Toby no longer had the luxury of time to play word and other sorts of games with the beautiful blonde, for in that moment he caught a glimpse of his elder brother in his peripheral vision. For a moment he was inwardly surprised, but he did not allow this moment to go by wasted. Toby was always a quick-thinker, and even quicker to act when in the moment. He used the few sparse moments before his brother noticed his presence there to lean in a brush his lips against the girl’s a kiss before saying lowly with a seductive raise of his brows, “I’d be amendable to that.”
Before anything else could be said or done, there was a bellow of Toby’s full name—trust his brother to actually yell out the full mouthful of his name before charging towards him. Darn his brother for not giving up, but at least his timing wasn’t completely horrible—like say, when the two of them had been laying comfortably on the ground. He grinned to Natalie in a flash of a moment before he dashed off in the opposite direction his brother, bounding over a stone railing to enter the castle through the other side of the court yard.
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FIFTH YEAR chaser
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Lee
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Post by Natalie Faye Dunham on Feb 17, 2013 14:55:32 GMT -6
The moment between the question and the answer was always a critical one, and one that Natalie found both exhilarating and horrifying at the same time. It was fascinating how time seemed to stretch out and out and last longer than normal. Time was definite, a constant, and yet she felt like the moment stretched out into forever. Strange. Time. Romance. Teen love. Teenage years. How fast it all went, and then inevitably slowed down for times as these. That was why Natalie indeed caught him leaning in, however his intentions were unclear to her until his lips brushed by hers. Her eyes were left open, caught in such a surprise. The kiss was so short, so sweet and so titillating. She looked him square in the eye as he voiced his acceptance to her offer. She blinked. And then he went off.
Natalie stood for a moment, swaying. She tried to process what had just happened and an outburst of emotion flooded from her. She physically jumped and started spinning and running. She pressed play on her playlist, propped her earplugs into her ears again, making her motions into dance. She moved with such grace and energy, she could feel her spirits lifting, her heart racing with the glee she was feeling.
All the while she was dancing a smile was spread wide across her face. Nothing could bring her down now!
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