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Post by bonnierockwaller on Jan 31, 2009 12:26:42 GMT -8
Black strappy shoes clicked on the rough sidewalk. Brunette hair swished along in the slight breeze that was blowing. Bonnie was grateful for the breeze, as it was a particularly hot, humid day. Taking out a compact, she throughly checked her complexion, before adding a little brown lipstick to her lips. 'Perfect, she thought, smirking, and put the compact away in her black shoulder bag.
Continuing to stroll along, the young tanned cheerleader couldn't help but notice the stares that she got from various guys as she passed among them. Bonnie snickered; she was always getting this sort of attention. Of course, wearing a dark pink mini-skirt and a light pink short, sleeveless tank top helped too. Flipping her hair, she stopped for a moment to rest a found a bench to sit on. Taking out a nail file, Bonnie carefully started to file her nails, glaring at anyone who looked like a loser if they tried to sit with her.
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Post by fred on Jan 31, 2009 14:30:29 GMT -8
An incessant noise of a mock plane engine gradually became louder. Normally, anyone who imitates a plane engine would be a child, but this time it was very unexpected: it came from a full-grown man.
Fred Randall had just purchased some groceries, which he carried via a bag with one arm, and with his free hand he held a toy plane. Normally, such a toy would only amuse a child, but Fred was having a blast playing God with a miniature aircraft, making it do flips and nosedives, among other tricks.
"Kshhh, a girl at one o'clock," he said, mimicking a pilot to the radio. He was obviously referring to Bonnie, whom he was approaching.
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Post by bonnierockwaller on Jan 31, 2009 15:08:59 GMT -8
Still filing, the youngest Rockwaller thought about what she could do later. Her bestest and closest friend, Tara, was at college. Bonnie hadn't even thought of going to college yet...she had only just got out of high school, after repeating a year of it...thanks to that idiot of teacher Mr. Barkin...
She was broken out her thoughts, when someone near her started making a "kssh" sound, like an...aeroplane or something. Looking around, the tanned cheerleader's teal eyes fell upon a man. Studying him, she noted her was carrying a toy plane. 'Great...another freako has to bother me...' Bonnie irritably thought. Choosing to ignore him for now, the brunette turned away from him; but not before fixing the loser with a stony glare, warning him to back off.
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Post by fred on Jan 31, 2009 15:24:34 GMT -8
Fred noticed the icy glare from the teenage girl, and he decided to respect her space... by sitting on the bench next to her.
"Morning glory and hallelujah," he said to Bonnie. "It's a beautiful day, isn't it? A great day for flying!" He raised his toy plane again and jiggled his fingers to simulate unexpected turbulence. "Aaaahhh, noooo!" He exclaimed. "It's a beautiful day for danger!"
By then, he was more focused on the plane instead of Bonnie.
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Post by bonnierockwaller on Jan 31, 2009 15:53:23 GMT -8
Bonnie groaned as the man greeted her with a "good morning and hallelujah." Seriously, what was this guy on? Rolls her teal orbs, the cheerleader turned back to the guy, knowing that he wasn't going to leave her alone. She watched him as her played with a toy aeroplane, and raised a eyebrow.
"Listen, plane freak," the young tanned beauty's word shot out like icicles, "I dunno who you are, but will you leave me alone?"
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Post by fred on Feb 1, 2009 16:00:16 GMT -8
"Not in a box," Fred responded to Bonnie's negativity, "not with a fox! I will not eat them with a mouse, I will not eat them in a house! I will not eat them here or there, I would not like them anywhere!"
He smiled, expecting a Dr. Seuss reference sufficient enough to reach out to a Sour Sally. At this moment he slipped the plane into his grocery bag.
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