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Post by naomi on Jan 9, 2008 23:21:23 GMT -5
There it was. The GCW tower. It was amazing. Not the fact that it was big. I mean she had seen plenty of big cities. But this one. This one just slightly reminded her of home. Holding firm to the piece of paper that led her here. She left out a long sigh of relief. Her short dark hair danced playfully against her neck. Hopefully, this would be home. It had been some time....take that back, it would be the first time, she had a place to call home. A rare smile crossed her face. Smiles didn't come often for one such as herself. Times had been rough. But some how she always seemed to come out on top. Barely. But she did. Slowly she opened the doors to the main lobby. Her slender frame slipped in, hopefully unnoticed. She didn't like attention. At least, not all the time. Well to be honest, she didn't like it at all, unless it was on the stage or in the ring. Those places. She would thrive. Another sigh escaped her moist lips. Home....please let this be home.[/center] |
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Post by dcampbell on Jan 10, 2008 0:44:32 GMT -5
"And I was like nah man. I don't need no subscription to 'Rolling Stone Magazine'. But dude wouldn't leave me the hell alone. So, I slam the door shut in his face...and check this...dude has the nerve to ring my doorbell again. I was about to go....Whoa...hold on a minute man. I gotta call you back....."
Flipping his cell phone shut, DeAngelo eyes up this new girl. He had found himself here in the GCW tower's lobby waiting for a ride, his friend just calling to tell him he couldn't make it. Oh well, there was always the bus. Or, it wasn't like he hadn't ever walked anywhere before...
Slipping the slender phone into the pocket of the black jeans that he had been wearing today, he now slowly approaches this woman. He had made a small effort to at least know the faces of everyone on the roster. You know, size up his competition a little. This girl though, she was unfamiliar. Just a few feet away from her now...
"Hey there girl...Names DeAngelo...but you can call me De'. You lookin' a little lost here...Anything I can help you with?"
A slight smile begins to grace De's face as he speaks to this woman... |
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Post by naomi on Jan 10, 2008 2:34:38 GMT -5
Umm....
Naomi shook her head side to side in a no fashion. Just like a small child would. Was she nervous? Well most likely. She didn't even know this guy and he was talking to her. She wasn't use to people just coming up to her and talking to her. She was use to being that odd girl out. The one no one wanted to talk to, or be seen near. |
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Post by dcampbell on Jan 10, 2008 4:08:46 GMT -5
Hmmm, this girl was stubborn as hell, or shy...One of the two. DeAngelo hadn't really expected her to carry on some long drawn out conversation, but he had atleast planned on getting a response that consisted of actual words other than 'um'...
"Alright...alright...Thats cool. Not the talkative type, I'm down with that. Well, look....you need any help finding something or whatever....I'll be more than happy to assist you...."
Removing his cell phone from his pocket....
"Don't be afraid to ask...."
He now turns his back to her. Either she would take the bait and speak to him, or go about her business. DeAngelo begins to dial a number into the phone as he slowly makes his way in the direction of the elevators.... |
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Post by naomi on Jan 10, 2008 9:35:42 GMT -5
thanks....
Naomi's words trailed off as she seemingly lost her voice. Nervous...hardly enough to describe how she felt. She was utterly horrified. Something about it. Just something about someone wanting to talk to her. It just threw her off. Pushing a few locks of hair out of her eyes. She tried to say something else. But nothing came out. Way to go Naomi, social misfit and you've only been here for 10minutes. This place will be just like all the other "homes." Letting out a sigh Naomi started to move to wards the elevator also. She was given a room, she needed to find it. |
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Post by dcampbell on Jan 10, 2008 22:25:21 GMT -5
Reaching the elevator, he presses the green button shaped as an up arrow. The floor number dings and lights up above the elevator doors as his transportation up to his room slowly descended down to the floor he now stood on.
Odd, that girl had followed him. Of course, the elevators were a common place. Could have been coincidence. Or, perhaps she had taken the bate. As the elevator dings on the second floor he turns to face her...
"You....Know what floor you need?" |
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Post by naomi on Jan 10, 2008 22:43:58 GMT -5
umm...
Naomi reached into her pocket to pull out the key and looked at her piece of paper. Fumbling with both of them. Her hands were shaking now. She dropped the both on the floor. Way to go Mimi. Way to look like a total fool. You seriously will always be a social misfit that way. Quickly she dropped down to her hands and knees and gathered the two items.
Seventh floor....
Good job Mimi, that was two full words, maybe you have some hope left. She shook her head. She really needed to work on not being so scared and nervous, all the time around people. |
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Post by dcampbell on Jan 10, 2008 22:50:32 GMT -5
Like a turtle coming out of its shell. Slowly, but surely, it was happening. He was getting her to speak. He remembered how nervous he was when he first entered this place. And he even had his older brother at his side when he did so. So he could only imagine how this girl was feeling now....
"K...cool...I'm on the eighth floor."
The elevator finally comes to a rest on the first floor. The doors parting, De' places his hand over the door so it won't attempt to close. Motioning with his free hand into the elevator...
"Ladies first...."
Maybe he would get a three word reply this time? Just maybe.... |
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Post by naomi on Jan 10, 2008 22:59:11 GMT -5
Naomi smiles and nods. Her cheeks were a little red. She wasn't use to behavior like this. Normally guys just pushed her to the side and went around her. She stepped into the elevator. A little nervous still. Leaning against the wall she drew in a deep breath. This was going to be awkward. A small area with just her and a guy...this was new...a pretty new experience. She had only been alone with a guy one other time...and that didn't turn out to well...This could only turn out worse if it was going the same course. But why would it? Why would someone think she was attractive? No one but him had ever been attracted to her. Ever. She let out that long breath in a sigh. |
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Post by dcampbell on Jan 11, 2008 1:28:54 GMT -5
DeAngelo follows suit and enters the elevator. He reaches over pressing the button for floor seven, followed by the button for floor eight. If she had wanted his help finding her way around when they reached her floor, then she would have to ask for it. Yep, she would be forced to talk. If not, he would go up to the next level and return to his room. Trying to make idle conversation...
"So, you got a name?" |
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Post by naomi on Jan 11, 2008 1:36:36 GMT -5
N...n...Naomi.
Way to go Mimi, just perfect. Stutter time. You are such a champion. Pathetic....completely pathetic. Naomi sighed again. She really needed to prove herself wrong. She could do this. She needed to do this.
a..and your name?
Good job Mimi, you made a sentence! |
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Post by dcampbell on Jan 11, 2008 1:42:59 GMT -5
Progress! Though he had already mentioned his name earlier in the conversation, he figured it best to build her confidence and just go with the flow.
"The names DeAngelo....But most just call me De'."
Ah, the sound of annoying elevator music. Nothing quite like it. And, to accompany it...the annoy little ding of the elevator as it passed each floor. It had reached the fourth already. Almost there....
"Its a pleasure to meet you Naomi...."
Hm, it was nice to see De' had a civil side... |
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Post by naomi on Jan 11, 2008 1:57:39 GMT -5
Nice...to meet you too...
Naomi let out a small sigh. This wasn't so bad...he didn't seem to want to hurt her. Or anything. Maybe he was just a regular guy...No, all guys were assholes and just after one thing. Fucking perverts. Another sigh escaped Mimi' lips. |
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Post by dcampbell on Jan 11, 2008 2:43:43 GMT -5
Ding.....Ding....Ding. There they were, the seventh floor. The elevator doors sliding apart as they reach her destination. So, here it was. The situation. Would she ask for his assistance in finding her way around here and he exit too? Getting a chance to speak with her for at very least a few more moments. Or would she bid him a simple farewell and exit the elevator alone? Why this even mattered was nothing more than a jumbled mess in De's head. Why did he care? There was just something....intriguing about her.....
"Well...here it is. Floor seven...Your rooms here somwhere..."
He finds his left hand scratching the back of his head as he waits to see what she has to say now... |
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Post by naomi on Jan 11, 2008 2:50:02 GMT -5
I haven't a single idea as to where...
Naomi shrugged as she stepped out of the elevator. She looked lost. Well she was lost. She didn't know which room was hers. She had a number. 72. Well she could just wonder aimlessly looking for her room... |
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