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Post by Jethro Foster on Mar 8, 2009 20:50:32 GMT
Ok...
Maybe this was why Jet loved her so much.
She was easy to laugh with and make jokes.
She was amused soo easily by the slightest things.
She got excited over...countries.
And she had such a sweet heart.
And her sanity...well he knew he'd be questioning it for quite some time to come.
"Sure, Tammy, it sounds bloody wonderful." he enthused with her. Though he had never been to Glasgow he always wanted to go there and see what their beer was like...and then Ireland.
"Tell you what, I'll have you a drinking contest over there. How does that sound?"
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Post by Tamika Dombrovski on Mar 8, 2009 21:12:17 GMT
Tamika eyed Jet suspiciously when he mentioned a drinking contest. She wouldn't have taken Jet for a drinking type since he only tried a cigarette for the first time a little while before. Still, drinking and smoking don't have to overlap all the time... She reasoned in her head. She then grinned at him and noted, "I accept you proposition good sir and once more, I shall warn you in advance that I'll drink you under the table." Tamika didn't hide the fact she was a good drinker, in fact she sometimes relished in it. Even if it did end up with stereotypes about her homeland being tossed around.
Then another thought occured to her, so she decided to voice it. "What's your poison?" Tamika asked inquizitively. He seemed rather like a man who would enjoy a cheap, Tesco's own-brand whiskey. In saying, she wasn't all that good with guessing. Or remembering drinks orders, but that's a completely different, albeit amusing, story... |
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Post by Jethro Foster on Mar 12, 2009 16:25:25 GMT
"That's for me to know and you to find out Miss Dombrovski," he smiled wickedly and touched her nose before laughing. She was so cute when she was in her own little world.
"I take it if I ask you yours, you won't tell me?"
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Post by Tamika Dombrovski on Mar 12, 2009 17:21:19 GMT
Tamika sat for a moment, a thoughtful look on her face as she pondered what her favorite drink was. Of course, she did have a lot of favorite drinks; wine, beer, cocktails... She just wasn't sure on which was her absolute favorite of them all.
"I think," she started, even though she wasn't actually sure of her reply yet. "I think my favorite would be a toss-up between a 'Four Horsemen' and a 'Jägerbomb'. I can't decided between those though, I love them both like children..." |
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Post by Jethro Foster on Apr 2, 2009 21:27:53 GMT
"Never had those before...." he admitted but now he knew how to get her drunk....he was looking forward to seeing what type of drunk she was, "Thanks for the info. though, it's very helpful," he started to laugh aloud then stopped.
Yawning and stretching he got up and looked at his watch, "Well, Miss Dombrovski. Would you like to stay here or go for a wee stroll somewhere before the night has totally gone out of sight and into tomorrow?"
He held out his hand for her to grab so he could yank her up from of her feet.
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Post by Tamika Dombrovski on Apr 4, 2009 23:23:54 GMT
"Well, Mr Foster, that simple will not do at all. I must fill you up of those cocktails and I guarantee once you've had them you won't go back. I've successfully converted six people and dammit, I'm not ruining my record," Tamika grinned. She took Jet's hand and pulled herself up with it before giving him an odd look, "Rather poetic, was that not, good sir?" And rather drastic, considering it hadn't even hit midnight yet. Tamika laced her fingers with Jet's and then looked up at him, "Well then, where shall we wander to? Gardens or further afield?" Tamika mentally kicked herself for suggesting the gardens, it was like a gathering place for spirits come night time, and that's the last thing you want to encounter at night, psychic or not. |
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Post by Jethro Foster on May 18, 2009 21:27:25 GMT
"I really couldn't care. I'm happy to go anywhere as long as it's with you honey," and he kissed her gentle soft lips before putting his arm around her waist and started to walk towards the door that led away from the roof.
"It's a wonder they don't have this closed of actually. Anyone could come up here and committ bloody suicide. Seriously, it's a safety hazard," he frowned at the school'd lack of responsibility, "Am I being random now?"
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Post by Tamika Dombrovski on May 18, 2009 21:51:20 GMT
Tamika raised an eyebrow and held back either a laugh or amused facial feature whenever Jet went on a wee tirade about how students could commit suicide. It wasn't exactly your everyday subject for the rooftop, but somehow it didn't surprise Tamika he would think of it. "Yeah, just a wee bit, sweetheart," she laughed, resting her head on his shoulder. A question popped into her head that she for some reason wondered, "What do you plan to do after Orchid Hill?" |
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Post by Jethro Foster on May 19, 2009 12:44:04 GMT
What?
"Eh..."
What did he plan to do after Orchid?
"I might...."
He had no clue.
"I haven't really thought about it to be honest. I might try and get into the music academy...work on my compositions and what not. What about you m'dear?" He tickled her sides for 10 seconds and stopped.
But he now was concentrating on what he would go to do after Orchid was over. Joining the music Academy did sound like a plan. A very good one at that. He wasn't here for much longer afterall and he needed a plan.
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Post by Tamika Dombrovski on May 19, 2009 12:52:38 GMT
Tamika nodded at Jet's reply. She kind of guessed he would say something like that, which rendered her conversation topic useless in retrospect. She growled and resisted the urge to punch him in the stomach when he tickled her. Punching was usually the reaction she would give whenever Joshua or someone tickled her. When he returned the question to her, Tamika weighed up her options in her head before she answered him.
"I'm going home. And I'm going to make a living by doing readings," she told him. Of course, she had planned to go to university to study biomechanics for a couple of years, but she liked her more recent plan better. |
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Post by Jethro Foster on May 19, 2009 13:12:19 GMT
"F'nough." he thought she would have gone to uni or somewhere, even art college, "I thought you might have gone to art college or something like that. But I can see you teaching other people Tammy, you'd be really good at it and they'd have great craic with you, y'know?"
They walked along the corridor and out the side door which led to the gardens.
"The flowers are pretty in the moonlight. Not nearly as spectacular as you though."
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Post by Tamika Dombrovski on May 19, 2009 22:12:43 GMT
Tamika frowned at Jet's reply. Art college had always been one of the options teachers and career advisers told her to keep open and seriously consider. Unfortunately, it was just one of those luxuries that the Dombrovski family couldn't afford, even Orchid Hill was pushing at her grandparents savings. "I considered art school for a while, but it would probably be more worth my while to go back to my dads house in Yekaterinburg. Well, if it isn't overrun by homeless people yet..."
She frowned also for the reason that Jet didn't seem to understand what she meant by the term 'reading'. "Jet, when a psychic does a reading they don't teach people anything. They contact spirits that may come along wanting to pass messages through to their living friends or relatives. Kind of like a living phone between the living dead," she explained, and then a thought occured to her, "Would you like me to do a reading for you?"
After they went outside and Jet complimented her, Tamika felt her cheeks burn and was sure they were a bright red. She mumbled a quick thanks and looked up at the moon, noticing what size it was that particular night. |
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Post by Jethro Foster on May 19, 2009 22:24:52 GMT
"Eh, no thanks." the very prospect of it scared him and also he didn't know anyone who died. And he kept a straight face as Tamika blushed vibrantly that you could actually feel the heat radiating from her. But he pretended that he hadn't noticed and they both gazed at the full moon.
Then Jet pulled her round to face him. His hand slowly slid it's way through her hair and the other on the side of her face and he started to kiss her collarbone and made his way up slowly util he reache those perfect, soft, pink lips of hers. He wouldn't pull away. He didn't want to breathe if it meant lettting go of her.
I love this girl so much. God Ryan would be laughing his head of at this.
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Post by Tamika Dombrovski on May 19, 2009 22:45:28 GMT
Tamika gave a sigh of happiness as Jet kissed her, and she would have stayed locked in the same way with him for a good while longer if she didn't sense something not right. She opened her eyes and glanced to her right, towards the garden. Pulling back from the kiss, she said quietly at first and then getting a little bit louder, "Um, Jet, we have an audience. One that makes this kind of awkward." Awkward for the fact that is was her ex-boyfriend and a series of other ghosts she was familiar with on the school grounds. Not that she would ever tell Jet that those spirits were their audience. She took Jets hand and walked over to some grand. She sat down and stretched her legs in front of her. "Hey, wanna see something cool I learnt in class? If I learnt how to create ectoplasm," she told him excitedly, although upon thinking about what she said, it sounded kind of gross. |
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Post by Jethro Foster on May 19, 2009 22:49:17 GMT
Jet laughed as he watched her face become a weird expression as she thought over what she had just asked.
"Go for it sweetie, I'm interested in what you can do with your powers and as for the audience...I don't care they can watch, I want them to see I've got the awesomest most beautiful gal in the world," now that was just plain cheese right there. God, where had Jet got this from? When had he gotten it?
"Anyway, show this ectoplasm thing."
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