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Post by Koops on Dec 26, 2007 2:54:31 GMT -5
"Two blocks and you just seem like one of those types of girls that'd be more comfortable in that sort of environment. I'm a guy that likes to be in a quiet place so yeah..." He answered both of her questions and then signaled for her to follow him to the library, she definatly would not get tired from this walk it wasn't far at all.
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Post by Milk on Dec 26, 2007 2:57:29 GMT -5
Karin turned and followed Killian, blushing slightly still. "Oh....Th-...Thanks..." she said softly, following closely and slowly walking with him. She glanced around and saw Josh, Rosie, Meghan, and 2 other boys in a small group by her home which they had to pass. They stared at her and Killian. She ignored them after one moment and looked at her Shakespheare book, trying to figure out who her admirer was. She really suspected Killian, who seemed to be the only one who fit the mystery. No evidence though.
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Post by Koops on Dec 26, 2007 3:00:43 GMT -5
In about fifteen minutes they were both in front of the library, it looked rather old but inside it was full of cool looking books, you could see through an old glass style door and windows in the front. Killian opened up the door and moved out of the way for Karin to get in and went in himself. "I find the nicest places to sit and read are in the back on one of the sofas near the fire place, so relaxing." He stated to her with a wink. "Oh yes... It seems that you have an admirer? That Josh boy?" Killian questioned.
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Post by Milk on Dec 26, 2007 3:04:24 GMT -5
Karin thanked him again and walked in and nodded at what Killian said about the sofas. "Yeah...The city library had a nice sofa..." Random and dumb thing to say. Rude maybe too. She caught the wink, and assumed that was where he wanted to go sit. So she followed him there and sat by him. "Yeah...No, he'd probably give me a wooden stake and cross to protect myself from you, since apparently you're a murderer or something." she snorted. Then sighed. "That was mean of me to say..." she mumbled. Karin still looked hurt from what her 'friend' had said to her.
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Post by Koops on Dec 26, 2007 3:10:31 GMT -5
"I don't care, don't worry about it. He's not doing anything bad by calling me a murderer... " Killian said slowly, grabbing a random book off of a shelf and opening it up, reading the first three paragraphs quickly. Looks like good book... He thought to himself in a random way. "I've been called a lot of things in my life time, Karin. "You houldn't feel bad about what that chick said to you, lot's of girls your age just want to seem cool, but she's probably already been pregnant and had an aboration. She's a bitch and everyones just following her because they think it's cool and in style. Like oh my god~! Pink is totally the new black~!" The last sentence was done in a high girly tone of voice.
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Post by Milk on Dec 26, 2007 3:13:00 GMT -5
Karin glanced at the book while he spoke, then looked at his eyes a she went on with his don't feel bad bit. When he got towards the end, the high pitched voice, she started to laugh. She smiled after she calmed down a few moments later, her shakespheare book open. "Thanks..." she said, smiling at him. "Are we friends?" she asked.
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Post by Koops on Dec 26, 2007 3:36:09 GMT -5
"No... We're gay lovers that just so happen to be of the opposite sex, how the hell that even happen?" Killian stated in a funny sarcastic way, flipping through his book until closing it and looking at her skeptically. "Of course we're friends, I thought you'd guess that already! Ha... And I thought you had a 200 point I.Q I guess I thought wrong."
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Post by Milk on Dec 26, 2007 3:39:12 GMT -5
Karin smiled at him shyly. "I guess I didn't...I have to ask. Not so good at friend making. You can...Oh nevermind. Mom doesn't really know me much anymore." She sighed and looked at Killian, shutting her book to. "Thanks agian." She smiled. "And you were wrong. I have an I.Q. of 300." she joked.
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Post by Koops on Dec 26, 2007 3:42:07 GMT -5
Killian stopped and looked at her for a few moments, head cocked to the side. "Really now? 300? That is high that's higher then me after I have rye and whiskey... And Pot." He stated and then nodded to himself in an agreeing fashion.
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Post by Milk on Dec 26, 2007 3:43:38 GMT -5
Karin laughed again and shook her head. She didn't actually know her I.Q. She leaned back into the couch, eyes bright and happier than they had been lately. "How'd your job go last night?" she asked. A friend could ask that, right? "did you...uh...find 'im?"
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Post by Koops on Dec 26, 2007 3:47:02 GMT -5
Killian nodded his head. "And by the way... The highest I.Q you can get is actually 200... If you were smarter then that you'd be the new Einstein..." He stated to her, chuckling. "I found the guy, he wasn't to hard to find, put him back where he belonged." Six feet underground that is and in a fucking casket.
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Post by Milk on Dec 26, 2007 3:49:35 GMT -5
Karin nodded. "I know, I know...I'm too ditzy to be a new einstein." This was true. Give her another week or so, and she'd be stumbling over the ground like crazy. When she was in a new enviroment, she was as graceful as a swan. Adjusted, she became a kid who walked on a banana peal. "That's good..." she said, looking at the note she got from the admirer. "Do you know anyone who writes like this, or do you write like this?" she asked.
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Post by Koops on Dec 26, 2007 15:21:09 GMT -5
Killian blinked, leaning over and looking at the note with a raised eyebrow and then shook his head. "I don't write like that, nor do I know anyone that writes like that. Looks more like calligraphy to me anyways." He told her with a half grin.
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Post by Milk on Dec 26, 2007 16:14:32 GMT -5
Karin sighed and folded the note and put it away. I wonder who it is...I still suspect Killian. she thought. "Have you ever had to break into a house to find someone?" she asked, looking up at him.
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Post by Koops on Dec 26, 2007 19:35:38 GMT -5
"Of course, all of the time actually. Sometimes i've even got to break into office buildings, warehouses, clubs and bars or resturants at night. It's a very tough job but, hey. Somebody has to do it, right?" Killian replied with a small laugh, shaking his head to himself a bit.
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