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Post by Isolde Moore on Dec 19, 2008 19:14:10 GMT
Isolde smiled.
"I would love to see Russia. I plan to travel the world when I graduate," she sighed happily.
"So have you got a boyfriend?"
Trying to make conversation was hard. Especially when you've only just met the person.
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Post by Tamika Dombrovski on Dec 19, 2008 19:41:10 GMT
Tamika nodded and smiled, "That's a really cool plan. I think you'll like Russia, since you seem to be appreciative of natural beauty."
She couldn't help but chuckle to herself at Isolde's next question. Boyfriend was quite the understatement. "I have a fiance," Tamika replied, giving another smile. "How about yourself?"
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Post by Isolde Moore on Jan 10, 2009 19:01:23 GMT
"How about yourself?"
"No," Isolde shook her head, "No boyfriends as of yet,"
She would love to have one though. Someone who she could confide in...other than her sisters or pets. Someone she could love and care for in a different way than her family.
She frowned at the thought; not ever had having one.
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Post by Tamika Dombrovski on Jan 16, 2009 17:37:40 GMT
Tamika nodded and smiled politely at Isolde. She stared at the mud on her shoe for a couple of seconds, before trying to scrape it off with her other foot. This probably could have come across as impolite, but she couldn't help it. All of a sudden this conversation seemed slightly... Awkward.
"So, what year are you in?" She asked, using the first subject that jumped to her mind.
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Post by Isolde Moore on Jan 26, 2009 19:52:36 GMT
"Upper sixth, and you?" she threw the branch again and Rockstar bounded off after it. What a funny lil chappie, reminds me of mam's old dog.
Tamika couldn't be far behind her, that or she was in the same year, but Isolde had never seen her in any of the classes she took or around school much. Or maybe she was unobservant.
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Post by Tamika Dombrovski on Jan 26, 2009 22:24:40 GMT
"I'm in lower sixth," Tamika responded, her voice and smile distant as she got distracted by watching Rockstar trundle along with a stick in his mouth. She could swear the dog was smiling at her, with a sort of 'Up yours' cockiness to him. She didn't say anything else with the conversation, mainly because she had ran out of topics. Tamika just hoped Isolde would take the silence as comfortable and not think her rude.
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Post by Isolde Moore on Feb 5, 2009 12:12:04 GMT
"I wonder what it would be like when we leave here. I don't want to, moving here was the best d**n choice I've ever made, but I wonder where I will go and what will I do...do you ever wonder about that?" she asked Tamika as she came back from the distant part of her thought to the present, just remembering that she wasn't alone.
But it was a question that had been bugging her for quite some time now. Rockstar lay down in the mud and looked at them both with eyes pleading to play or walk...just to move. But it was peaceful here, silence never bothered her. She always welcomed in with a flourish of gratitude.
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Post by Tamika Dombrovski on Feb 5, 2009 13:22:42 GMT
Tamika didn't have a quick response to Isolde's question, because wasn't actually sure. "Sometimes, I do wonder. Then other times I just assure myself I don't have to leave..." She stopped to think again before adding on to her sentence. "I guess, I'm kind of lucky that if I don't stay here, I'll have a house back in Russia to move in to when I'm eighteen. It's still kind of scary thinking that I guess, because Orchid is home now. Russia is just like a distant memory..." For it being with someone she had just met shortly before and someone she had felt awkward with, it surprised Tamika that she was sharing somewhat deep thoughts with Isolde.
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Post by Isolde Moore on Feb 5, 2009 13:34:42 GMT
"I know how you feel. Even though I haven't been here all that long, Ireland is like that now. It seems weird. Though I love the way I can still do Irish Dancing with my group," she smiled and stroked the dog.
"What powers do you have?"
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Post by Tamika Dombrovski on Feb 5, 2009 14:00:28 GMT
"You Irish Dance? That's awesome!" Tamika then thought that seemed kind of silly to be surprised at first, she realised that most girls from Ireland probably could Irish Dance, even a little bit. When a sigh that she hoped to be extremely quiet, Tamika replied, "I have the power of fire, mediumship and I Shine. What do you have?"
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Post by Isolde Moore on Feb 5, 2009 14:03:31 GMT
"I have Air and I can bend plastic, not much fun or cool," she shines? "What do you mean by you Shine?"
It seemed a weird power and she had never heard of a power called 'I Shine' but then again nothing was impossible. Orchid had proved that to her over and over.
She loved the unusal tstuff. Her thoughts went awry and then Scott suddenly came up.
I wonder where he is, or what he's doing now....
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Post by Tamika Dombrovski on Feb 5, 2009 14:12:39 GMT
"Bending plastic sounds awesome," Tamika smiled. It was one she hadn't heard before. "So is that like you can heat up your fingers to bend any plastic? Can you do it without even realising?" She stopped after two questions, not wanting to seem overbearing.
Tamika tried to think of a better way to explain her Shine than she had been telling other people. "Well, the actual power's called The Shining. It gives me the ability to communicate with other people who Shine in my head, but those without it wouldn't know. And I can know things about a buildings past that are tragic, I'll get visions of them at the oddest of times. It means I can sort of sense what something's going to be like, or what it was like," she stopped before adding on a little bit more information that she had recently found out. "It also means that I'm a target. Every building has some sort of psychic energy about it, and it targets those sensitive to it."
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Post by Isolde Moore on Feb 5, 2009 14:32:38 GMT
"That seems...pretty awesome apart from being a target..." Isolde smile faded a bit, "No, it's actually to do with the particles in it. I can feel them all and I can bend them any way I want to...." she start looking around, before picking up a piece of plastic wrapping and then molding it into the shape of the dog, "Like this,"
She handed it Tamika to look at.
"It can be annoying if I forget I'm holding anything plaxtic like a pen as I could just make it melt into sludge and then have to get a new one again,"
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Post by Tamika Dombrovski on Feb 5, 2009 23:42:37 GMT
"Y'know, you're one of the first to say that when I give a full explanation. Most hate the ideas of seeing past tragedies," Tamika smiled. She was warming to Isolde very greatly, more than she had expected anyway. She was in awe again of Isolde being able to sense particles. She had never heard anything of the sort and thought it was quite awesome that Isolde could sense particles of all things. When she was handed some molded plastic it just made it worse. "Isolde, this is really awesome!" She exclaimed, admiring it over and over. She was going to suggest the other girl become a modernist sculptor, but didn't know if she was interested in art. Tamika nodded, "Yeah, that does sound kind of irritating. So does it work with any thickness or type of plastic?"
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Post by Isolde Moore on Feb 6, 2009 13:00:02 GMT
"Any shape, size, and type of plastic you give me I can mold into something new," smiling she started to draw her mini sheep head in her mini doodle book.
"So you do art?" she asked suddenly without thinking.
She seemed like an artsy type.
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