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Post by nessicitotucuerpo on Jun 19, 2008 0:04:25 GMT -5
Tyson didn't reply to her departure, instead he began sprinting down the beach, a hard action for many to do, but Tyson could, being on the beach so often. He was headed back in the direction of the lockers/bathroom etc.
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Post by zoe on Jun 19, 2008 0:06:03 GMT -5
Zoé blinked as Tyson passed her. "Woh... didn't see that coming." She followed him at as good of a run as she could muster. "Hot stuff! Where's the fire?"
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Post by nessicitotucuerpo on Jun 19, 2008 0:13:09 GMT -5
"You tell me!"
Tyson kept running, increasing the space between them, clearly having done this many times before. The wind was rushing in his ears... it made him wonder, did he live for the thrill?
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Post by zoe on Jun 19, 2008 0:17:56 GMT -5
Zoé dug in more and came after him faster. She watched him carefully and curiously.
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Post by nessicitotucuerpo on Jun 19, 2008 0:21:52 GMT -5
Tyson quickly got back to the building, being a faster runner then swimmer, but having a love only for the latter. He walked around the building 3 times to cool down and to let his legs wind down without giving him a cramp or anything before going into his locker and taking out all of his possessions.
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Post by zoe on Jun 19, 2008 0:24:57 GMT -5
Zoé slowed down before getting there, walking the last few feet. She got in there, laughing. "If you say you were holding back, I'm slapping you." She went to her bag and kept moving her legs as she put everything in her back. She pulled out her cellphone and frowned at five missed calls.
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Post by nessicitotucuerpo on Jun 19, 2008 0:28:00 GMT -5
Tyson shrugged. He was, as she didn't keep stride with him. He always did his best competitively and Zoé wasn't going head to head with him at that time.
"You'll have to slap me then."
Tyson looked at his own phone. He had missed nothing. Good, the way he liked it. He put his phone back in his bag and put his bag on.
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Post by zoe on Jun 19, 2008 0:31:24 GMT -5
Settling for this in place of the slap, she merely lifted her leg and kicked him in the arse. She looked through the missed calls. "Hot holy hell, I'm going to die when I get there..." She muttered. She threw her phone in her bag with a sigh. "You heading off?" She looked at him as she shoved her things into the bag in slightly a hurry.
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Post by nessicitotucuerpo on Jun 19, 2008 0:32:58 GMT -5
Tyson rolled his eyes at the kick. She was a pervert and secretly enjoyed that...
"What's it to you?"
His business was his own, unless he decided to tell her, which he wouldn't do without a good reason.
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Post by zoe on Jun 19, 2008 0:35:11 GMT -5
"Curiosity. Maybe you could come play basketball with me." She said as she paused in her shoving to pull out her shorts and drop them on the bench. She then shoved everything into her bag and slipped the shorts on over her swimsuit.
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Post by nessicitotucuerpo on Jun 19, 2008 0:39:09 GMT -5
"I intended to go shopping now, to get that surfboard. I'll have to play ball with you later, we'll go 1-1 and you'll win."
Tyson thought some and put on his white tank to and left his swim shorts on to act as regular shorts. He'd go to the acad, get his car, and go shopping. He loved being 18.
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Post by zoe on Jun 19, 2008 0:41:40 GMT -5
"Ah, alright. See you later then." She saluted him, winked as well, and headed out. Her phone went off with a series of cheers from her friends. In the background, someone was shouting 'Answer your phone, Z! Come on! It's not hard to open the **** thing!'. She took off in a run at that. She knew her friends were going to skin her alive later for this.
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Post by nessicitotucuerpo on Jun 19, 2008 0:47:13 GMT -5
Tyson shook his head. Zoé was a riot, and had far too much energy in her body. Tyson headed back towards the academy double checking to make sure he had everything, and leaving the shore behind him.
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