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Post by zoe on Jun 15, 2008 23:37:53 GMT -5
Zoé waved by to her friends as she stood there with the basket ball under her arm. She was sweating from the rough four on three game but beaming because her little team of three had won--of course. She went to take down the goals with a laugh. She was in black shorts and a black tank top. Her white coat was sitting on the bench along with her bag with a few water bottles in it. Her black sneakers were scuffed up from the many times she had to save herself from a fall here and there. In fact, she had a thin cut on her knee from a foul in the game. Lucky for the fouler, it was street so it didn't count. She smiled softly as she took down the first goal as she thought about how she paid him back. Simply put: she kicked his ass.
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Post by nessicitotucuerpo on Jun 25, 2008 10:06:59 GMT -5
Tyson wasn't going to play, and wasn't dressed to either. Wearing a polo shirt and jeans, Tyson watched at the fence. He didn't say anything, hadn't cheer for either team or anything like one would expect. Rather, he just watched. He knew that sometimes distractions didn't need to occur, and Zoé would realize he was there and approach him herself eventually.
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Post by zoe on Jun 25, 2008 10:10:45 GMT -5
Zoé took down the other goal and started to put them in her bag. She had felt eyes watching but didn't pay attention to it at first. Now, she felt she didn't have a choice. She looked up and smiled with relief. "Hey hot stuff." She said in greeting.
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Post by nessicitotucuerpo on Jun 25, 2008 10:22:40 GMT -5
"Hey back... you visited me, I figured that I should do the same."
Tyson shrugged and stuck his hands in his jean jacket pocket (that wasn't previously mentioned) He returned her smile with one of his own and blinked, almost everyone seemed to have been clearing out now.
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Post by zoe on Jun 25, 2008 10:25:23 GMT -5
She laughed and threw her bag over her shoulder. "Oh, so it's a favor thing? I keep visiting you, you keep visiting me?" She dribbled the ball as she headed over to him.
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Post by nessicitotucuerpo on Jun 25, 2008 10:32:10 GMT -5
"Just look at it in the best way for you, how's that?"
Tyson didn't want his words to come out wrong, so he went with a simple response. Hopefully, it would work better.
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Post by zoe on Jun 25, 2008 10:36:02 GMT -5
She caught the ball with a small laugh. "Dodged a bullet; purple heart for you." She spun the ball in her hand. "Did you get your board?"
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Post by nessicitotucuerpo on Jun 25, 2008 10:38:41 GMT -5
Again with those references... Skipping what he hadn't understood, Tyson spoke on the later subject.
"I ordered it. It's going to be a black board with a red bolt going through it."
The same way his old board was. Usually boards came in brighter colors, which is why his had to be purchased this way.
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Post by zoe on Jun 25, 2008 10:46:38 GMT -5
She stared at him for a moment. "You know--never mind." She shook her head and held out the ball and her bag. "Hold these for a moment?"
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Post by nessicitotucuerpo on Jun 25, 2008 10:54:08 GMT -5
"Sure."
Tyson held the respective objects, resisting the temptation to go through them.
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Post by zoe on Jun 25, 2008 11:03:22 GMT -5
She put her hands on the fence and hopped over it. Once she landed she held her hands out for her things. "Thanks. How have you been sense last we talked?"
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Post by nessicitotucuerpo on Jun 25, 2008 11:08:01 GMT -5
Tyson shoulder her bag, not giving it back, and passed her the ball. His stuff now.
"Better than you. I've your bag."
Tyson was wondering about playing keep away, but decided against it. If she tried for the bag, she'd get it with ease.
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Post by zoe on Jun 25, 2008 11:10:12 GMT -5
"Alright, if you want to." She shrugged and took the ball, passing it back in forth between her hands. "How do you know you've had it better than me?" She asked.
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Post by nessicitotucuerpo on Jun 25, 2008 11:16:57 GMT -5
"Because my life is the best, why else?"
Tyson didn't think he'd trade that away for much at all. He was comfortable where he was in life and in the world, and hopefully, that wouldn't change.
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Post by zoe on Jun 25, 2008 11:21:22 GMT -5
She rolled her eyes and motioned for him to walk with her. "Well, you're a honest modest person, now aren't you?"
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Post by nessicitotucuerpo on Jun 25, 2008 11:23:37 GMT -5
"Honest, yes. Modest, dead wrong. I never saw the need for modesty much in life. Shouldn't people just say what needs to be said, other than dancing around it?"
Tyson's eyebrows knit close together. That wasn't something he ever really truly understood.
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Post by zoe on Jun 25, 2008 11:51:45 GMT -5
Zoé tutted at him. "As I've been told: 'hard work gets you a long ways, but ass kissing gets you further.'"
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Post by nessicitotucuerpo on Jun 25, 2008 11:54:35 GMT -5
"Looks like I'm not headed for the top then, right? Besides, would that be considered holding back?"
Tyson wanted to see how this sort of thing worked in Zoé's mind. It should prove interesting at least.
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Post by zoe on Jun 25, 2008 11:56:00 GMT -5
She shrugged and spun the ball on her finger as she walked. "You got to give to receive, you've got to nurture to grow." Was all she said.
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Post by nessicitotucuerpo on Jun 25, 2008 12:01:34 GMT -5
Tyson paused.
"Where are we going anyway? We just started walking and I've no idea where we're walking to."
Of course, walking endlessly was cool too... sure.
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