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Post by I'msoAwesomeRAWR! on Sept 8, 2010 17:03:50 GMT -5
Reaver stared down at her a long moment in silence. "Are you serious?" He finally drawled out. "I've never noticed you. You sure you live here?"
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Post by Milk on Sept 9, 2010 13:05:41 GMT -5
"Yeah, I live in the room around the corner," she said, and told him the number. "My name's Georgia Shane...I've lived here for two years. Chow Fen told me your name, but I've seen you around before. I just wanted to bring you some food since you didn't eat and it wasn't out of the way," she explained, holding the bag out. "Please take the food." She really wanted to get home and sit down and relax her gimp leg. Tension was beginning to fill her features as she waited for him to make up his mind about her and her living almost next door.
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Post by I'msoAwesomeRAWR! on Sept 12, 2010 12:55:36 GMT -5
Reaver, always the oblivious one in sensing a females needs instead arched his brow a bit higher and leaned towards the hallway and her, glancing down the hall. "Just around the corner? Really? You sure?" He asked again with a slight frown before staring down at the food in her hand. He stared down at it a long moment, his mouth twisted slightly before grunting and taking it from her hands. "Thanks. I was actually hungry." He muttered. And it wasn't a lie. He actually suddenly felt famished. Strange. He hadn't been the slightest bit hungry just moments ago.
His eyes drifted towards her neck on they're own accord and he watched almost hypnotized as her pulse beat strongly. Finally breaking the spell he cleared his throat and nodded to her. "Uh, thanks. Again."
Reaver had actually never been good with females, which is why he stayed as clear of them as possible. So having to make small talk with one was like shoving a nail through his right testicle.
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Post by Milk on Sept 12, 2010 16:46:07 GMT -5
Georgia watched him take the food and mumbled a you're welcome to him. "I do live around the corner. Would you like to come over and see?" she asked, adjusting her posture again. "I really need to get there. I need to sit down." Her tone was strained, matching the look on her face. "My leg's killing me," she explained, motioning to the gimp leg. Her eyes lifted up again to his beautiful face, waiting somewhat impatiently for an answer. I'm walking with my cane tomorrow...Old lady, she thought, sighing softly to herself. Georgia glanced over his muscles and felt a twinge of eagerness to get her article going. Would all the men she was about to interview look like this? Were there any women? How many were there, exactly? She wanted to blurt these questions, but considering how aloof he was to her living so close and not knowing about it, and considering he had a temper, she decided it be best not to bring up Regis until later. Especially since she had to come up with a list of on-the-record questions that were appropriate for everyone.
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