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Post by Pyper Dryma Holiwell on Sept 19, 2009 5:35:05 GMT 1
Pyper had made her way out of the cafe with her iced coffee. She walked along the street, searching through her ipod for something to listen to. She finally found her a soft piano piece that she had been working on at home for awhile. Her hair was thrown up into a messy ponytail that still went to about her shoulder blades. She absent mindedly started dancing and twirling along the street, she danced to the trash can and threw her cup away.
She never knew she had stopped and actually started drawing a crowd. Her eyes were closed as her feet just floated along with the music she was listening to. She had been dancing for nearly 5 minutes before she noticed the crowd, she stopped and gave a little bow before running off down the road and rejecting the offers of money people were willing to give her. She ran off down the road and sat down at the stoop of some old building.
She ran her fingers through her ponytail, she hadn't danced infront of so many people for awhile and it gave her sort of a shock. She didn't dance much anymore and her singing had stopped completely these days. Her piano playing was the only thing that was kept up to date. She wiped the sweat from her face and rolled her jeans back up to her knee and rolled her tshirt sleeves up to her shoulders, got up and continued walking.
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Post by Sydney Williams on Sept 19, 2009 21:30:49 GMT 1
Sydney had spent most of her afternoon in the meadow. She had read books and listened to her music and just enjoyed the day. Now, she was making her way through Quieute Villiage. Brushing a strand of hair out of her face, she let a small sigh escape her lips and turned the corner and continued to walk. Her bag making a soft thumping sound on the side of her leg. A small smile on her thin red lips as she looked around and just continued to walk. She couldn't wait to get home and just relax. Maybe see the others.
Her chocolate brown hair was pulled back into a messy pony tail. A cute, fitted t-shirt clung to her torso and a pair of jeans around her waist. She was a sweet, kind, friendly, shy and quiet person. She enjoyed hanging out with her friends and always tried to help out others. She tried to be nice and to be friends with others, even if they weren't entirely nice to her. It always just seemed easier to be nice or to trie and get along. Shaking the thought from her head, she hummed softly to herself and continued to walk down the sidewalk towards her house. |
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Post by Pyper Dryma Holiwell on Sept 20, 2009 22:58:39 GMT 1
Pyper continued dancing on down the road toward her home in the Village. She wasn't exactly paying attention to where she was going and bumped hard against someone, she fell onto ground kind of hard. She looked up rubbing her head and taking out her earbuds and looking up at who she had bumped into. "Why don't you watch where you're going kiddo", the girl didn't look like she was much more than 16, she needed to learn to watch where she was going and stop bumping into others.
She got up, dusting her black skirt off and fixing her white tank top. She looked at the girl infront of her "how old are you like 16, 17 at the most?" she looks at the girl, noticing that she was a tad taller than the girl infront of her. She didn't want to be mean but the child had to learn her place somehow and she wasn't about to let a teenager walk all over her.
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Post by Sydney Williams on Sept 21, 2009 2:47:11 GMT 1
Sydney was just walking down the sidewalk. When she saw someone dancing down the street, she went to move out of the way but didn't move in time and was knocked to the ground. Shaking it off, she picked up her bag and put her books back inside and stood. Sorry. I didn't mean to. she said in a soft tone and went to continue on her way when she had made another comment. No..I'm 19 and I'd appriciate it if you weren't so rude to me. I said I was sorry. There is no need to get nasty. She said and moved to continue on her way. |
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Post by Pyper Dryma Holiwell on Sept 21, 2009 3:00:29 GMT 1
Pyper looks at the girl and bows her head "I'm very sorry for being nasty to you I apologize, my name is Pyper and you are". She reaches her hand out to shake hands, she noticed now that the girl looked older than she had mistaken her for. This young girl seemed sweet, and she noticed she was like her, not in looks but in structure. Her legs were long, built for running, long, strong arms built for catching. She was like her she knew of it.
She would let this girl admit up to it first before she revealed herself to anyone, even though she was sure that they were like her. She had met many like her, knowing who they were and how to look for it. But this girl was very well at hiding it, she herself couldn't hide it she had the legs, the arms, and the tan skin. So she couldn't honestly hide it to someone knew what they were looking for, this girl had probably guessed it already. But she was still not about to let herself tell it, she waited for her to talk.
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Post by Sydney Williams on Sept 21, 2009 3:10:19 GMT 1
Sydney. She said and shook the girls hand, then let it fall back down to her side and just stood there. I really am sorry. She said in a soft tone. Brushing several locks of her hair behind her ear, she adjusted her bag on her shoulder and just looked at the girl. She wasn't sure what to say or do.
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Post by Pyper Dryma Holiwell on Sept 21, 2009 3:16:53 GMT 1
Pyper looks at her and then the bag "where are you headed, I'm headed to my dance classes", she points toward the dance studio across the street from where they were. She smiled and then looked at her "it's nice to meet you Sydney, I'm so sorry to have been so mean to you, I've had a rough day, I usually do when I have a day off from work", she sighs. She looks up at the sun, noticing it was getting late.
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Post by Sydney Williams on Sept 21, 2009 3:23:27 GMT 1
Well...I was just going to head home. I was off reading in the woods and figured since it was getting late I should head back. She said and then looked back towards the dance studio and then up at the girl. Oh, that's cool. I can't dance. I have two left feet. she said letting out a small laugh. It's okay. Everyone has off days. She said. |
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Post by Pyper Dryma Holiwell on Sept 21, 2009 3:30:35 GMT 1
"I used to could not dance either, but these people help alot, if you want to try, I don't have anyone I know in the class and the classes are free". She smiles at Sydney and pulls her across the street, hoping she would come in, even just to watch. "I really don't want to go home after my dance lessons, so do you want to hang out here for me for my hour lesson and then we hang out maybe at your house?", she looked at her wrist watch and didn't have to be in the building for another 20 minutes, she was abnormally early.
"What do you like to read I'm a Stephen King fan myself along with Anne Rice, but those two are just a few of my favorites" she smiles at the girl, happy that she had gotten to know her alittle bit, instead of being really mean to her and letting her pass on, this was her first friend she had or she guessed they were friends.
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Post by Sydney Williams on Sept 21, 2009 3:37:09 GMT 1
Oh...I dunno. I'm not dressed right to take dance lessons. She said, looking down at her shoes and jeans. Looking back up at the girl, she followed as she was dragged across the street and stopped just outside the studio. She hadn't met anyone in La Push or Forks yet that wanted to be her friend. Most just..said hi and then were gone. Giving a small smile, she nodded her head. Sure...yeah, that would be nice. She said and just smiled. Moving, she went to step inside so she could watch and wait for her to be done. |
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Post by Pyper Dryma Holiwell on Sept 21, 2009 3:49:02 GMT 1
She shows Sydney were to sit, when she goes to change into her leotard and pointe shoes. She comes out and puts her hair up in a tight bun. She bows and waits for the other students to get here, and then the teacher made her entrance. The teacher instructed the stretches and moves that they had already learned. Pyper was more advanced than the others in the class but it didn't hurt to take a refresher course on what she had already known.
She looked at Sydney and laughed at how goofy she looked while she was doing the stretches that the teacher instructed and not once did the teacher complain about Sydney being there and watching, Pyp was hoping she would join the classes after watching them for a day, Pyper really needed a friend in the classes, they were already fun but they would be more fun with someone she was friends with in the classes, because almost everyone hated her because she was so advanced and the teacher loved her for it.
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Post by Sydney Williams on Sept 21, 2009 4:11:55 GMT 1
Sydney sat down and watched as everyone stretched and then began dancing. It was actually fun watching them. She wasn't sure about joining next time but she figured that she would think about it. Maybe it would be a nice way to make some friends. Not that she didn't like the people in her pack but, meeting some new people would be nice. Pyper was pretty good. There were others in the class that weren't so bad either. At least they were all way better that she was. Leaning back in her chair, she waited for the class to be over, just watching them all dance. |
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