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The gold that surrounds her is quickly fading away. She takes a step off the ledge and floats, gliding dreamily down, watching the luxurious view of Prospit in her golden robes.
There is a smile on her face as she watches the clouds. She doesn't understand when the cloud flashes black, but she thinks it was nothing. The scape slowly fades away and she finds her eyes opening, taking in her bedroom. Once again there is an absence of fur. And it is quiet.
She sighs.
Her brain tells her that it is the 12th of April, and that John's birthday is just the next day, hooray! She does a little dance before she stalks off to her bathroom. She repeats the same mundane routine. She longs for a change, but she still likes the way things already are. She brushes her dark mane and walks out of her room.
Maybe she would do something different today. She strips off all of her computers and packs a little lunch and some clothes for herself. She grabs a good book and some sketchpads, stores them in her captchalogue and dashes out of the tower.
Today is going to be different. She spends her day by the beach, watching the waves crash abruptly, feet buried in her sand.
''Ahh Nature....'' She says to herself as she drinks her water from a bottle. She draws the scenery before going for a swim. Bec joins her soon.
After fooling around, she decides to write some poetry. She blushes when she realizes she keeps thinking of Dave as she writes, feelings seeping out of her pen uncontrollably. She spends the rest of her day reading the book, and eventually falling asleep and napping by the shore. She wakes up when it is dark out, and she runs back home. She feels tired but relaxed at the same time, so she crashes into her bed without even bothering to check her pesterchum.
Whoever it was would have to wait.
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Ten O' clock, night.
His fingers brush against the keys, but nothing comes out.
He types and practices what he should say, what he should reply with in various situations.
At Eleven (11:14 pm, to be exact), he finally gets the guts to start pestering her. He grits his teeth and braces himself for whatever Jade's reaction would be. (he doesn't even realize that she wasn't even online)
And so, with a huge, deep breath, he begins typing, hoping for the best.
turntechGodhead [TG] began pestering gardenGnostic [GG] at 2009-04-12 -- 23:14