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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2013 19:52:54 GMT
[attr="class","up"] THE PERFECT WORDS THAT I'VE NOT SPOKEN A thought crossed the back of her mind as well, but she denied it fervently when asked by her brother. Of course she wasn't causing trouble just to get a chance to see that cute young officer. She wasn't purposely trying to draw him out after catching a glimpse of him on patrol last week. Nah, not at all.
The dog ran across the sand, retrieving the frisbee and offering it up for another throw to which Claude complied. She blessed her friend for letting her take care of the sweet little puppy today. Claude of course, went to the closest beach to her. It was a strictly no dogs allowed beach, but that didn’t stop her. The sun had started to set, a reminder for the few stragglers to start heading back home but Claude would stay. She was bored and too lazy to go home or find a beach for dogs so she laid out in the sand, only getting up to throw the frisbee when the puppy rounded back to her.
She laughed as her thoughts mulled over how passively desperate she was being. Trying to get some attention from a cute guy because she was being too lazy to travel a few extra minutes. It seemed to be a good plan though, entertainment and socialization all in one. Claude conveniently didn’t think about the fact that she could get a ticket, instead she was delusionally certain he would let her go.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2013 3:11:27 GMT
i try to be strong to be brave to be behave like a hero, a hero Patrols were something that Stiles went on often - often enough for him to grow bored of the same thing every day. It was the same general routine for him - clock in, give a nice smile to the few people who said hello, drop some of his belongings off in a locker or at his desk and then be right back out the door again. He'd hop in one of the cars and be on his way, cruising around town, stopping at certain areas to check for speeders, looking for loiterers or people that had parked in the wrong area, anyone who was worthy of a ticket in his eyes. Though there had been a particular girl, and she seemed hellbent on breaking every, albeit minor, rule in the book. She was a nice gal, really, and Stiles just couldn't wrap his head on why she insisted on getting into as much trouble as she did. Why she was always wanting to get herself into just enough trouble, and why he was always graced with being the one to catch her. He had a feeling someone was setting him up back at the office. A car was parked outside of a private beach, and while Stiles would have otherwise dismissed it as someone who actually owned the private beach, the car was too familiar for him to allow himself to pass without batting an eyelash. He took a deep breath before parking his car next to Claude's, getting out of it and walking down the beach to her and... A dog that she had somehow gotten. He didn't remember a dog the last time - or last few times - they talked. " You know you aren't allowed to be out here, Claude." Despite him trying to look the part of the 'hard cop', he couldn't help the small grin that planted itself on his face, wanting to display to everyone in a mile-wide radius that he wasn't really as mad as he should have been. MADE BY A MELON -- @eva3 |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2013 4:11:40 GMT
[attr="class","up"] THE PERFECT WORDS THAT I'VE NOT SPOKEN Claude jumped up immediately at the sound of his voice. "Woohoo, score!" It was a statement mostly for herself, she had successfully reeled him in and now it was time for some fun. "Well hello there handsome, how can I help you today?"
She put her hands on her hips and winked at him, her grin reaching her eyes. "Aww, don't be a party-pooper! Come on play fetch with us!" She called for the puppy playing with the frisbee by herself, and grabbed it from it's mouth. "Here, throw it throw it throw it!" Her hand shoved the frisbee towards him and her eyes gleamed playfully.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 11, 2013 2:32:18 GMT
i try to be strong to be brave to be behave like a hero, a hero Claude didn't seem to act like the usual person when they got caught red handed. To be honest, he was expecting a more plea of not knowing that the place was private, or that she had thrown the frisbee on accident when it was obvious that it was not. Instead he was met with a strange sense of enthusiasm as she jumped, saying something about scoring. Were they playing a game of soccer? There was no way she could have scored. That and his brain seemed to have blanked at the sudden compliment. " Not breaking the rules, for once, would be a good start." He frowned because he had to remind himself that he was a cop first between seven a.m. and five p.m. and being a cop meant that he had responsibilities - like Spiderman. With great power comes great responsibility - and holding a gun was like holding two web-shooters. He straightened up. People could poop on parties? Stiles had no clue, he was certain that it was probably one of those figure of speeches, and he instead was forced to grab the frisbee as it was thrust in his direction. " One throw, and then I have to escort you and your... New dog back." Frisbee throwing was something he could do, trying to keep up a conversation with Claude without getting semi-flustered was not. Stiles threw it, surprising himself with the amount of accuracy it had as it soared away towards an abandoned shed. MADE BY A MELON -- @eva3 |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2013 20:22:44 GMT
[attr="class","up"] THE PERFECT WORDS THAT I'VE NOT SPOKEN 'Ah, bless this cute boy.' He made her energized, despite the aching need to take a nap, when he was around she just wanted to jump around and cause trouble. "Oh, I see. So you fancy them law abiding gals?"
When she was with him, she also dropped her accent and a bit of her native Hawaiian dialect. She did it with most everyone to avoid too many confused glances and "what?"s. "Maybe I'll reform myself for you." Claude made sure to tag on a coy giggle at the end of her statement as she watched the frisbee go.
Her shoulders slumped a bit dramatically. "Aw man, my "new dog" won't go over there! I think there are rats it's scared of." She'd do anything to divert his attention from escorting her away, although that sounded like a promising proposition as well. "Guess you'll have to go get it? You're the one who threw it after all."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 23, 2013 0:46:38 GMT
i try to be strong to be brave to be behave like a hero, a hero Something relating to a pout crossed his face, and Stiles wasn't sure if it was as strict-looking as he hoped it looked. If anything it looked more like a playful pout, and he silently cursed his inability to be that strict police officer the city needed when he was around Claude. "I-" He noticed that his voice seemed to climb a few octaves, how he was right on the verge of stuttering something out. A light shade of pink would have covered his cheeks if it weren't for his tanned skin. Or maybe it was there, he didn't seem to notice anymore. "I don't fancy anyone right now." False. He could hear his voice actually quiver when he said it, too, suddenly making his lie that much more obvious. He wasn't going to say it out loud, but if there was anyone he fancied - ironically - it was Claude. Even more ironically, he had no clue why. If anything, she should have just simply been a nuisance that he'd only have to deal with on occasions, but when he had to go tackle down the problem of Claude, he found himself almost looking forward to it. Almost being him making himself remember that she was a delinquent and not his type. And she probably didn't see anything in him. He knew he didn't. He bit back a "then i'd have no reason to see you" and instead opted to ignore her comment. Or pretend to ignore her comment. He sighed, hiding the fact that he quite enjoyed Claude's excuse for him to stay longer. Except maybe she wasn't making an excuse and was just making a valid point - either way he got to stay around for just a little longer. Though at the same time it terrified him, because he was an awkward turtle around everyone and Claude didn't make things any easier on that. Either way, he seemed to half-chuckle out a "Fine." and walked over to the shed, careful to not trip in the sand as he made his way over. Before long he was heading back and handing the frisbee back to Claude. "Your turn."MADE BY A MELON -- @eva3 |
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