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Post by Roman Vangelis on Jan 31, 2007 20:52:35 GMT -5
Roman pulled the car into one of the many empty spaces for the park. By now, the sun was compleatly set, and the moon was slowly making it's way across the sky as stars started to dot the sky.
Turning the car off Roman looked at Veronica next to him. "Nice night." Roman said, unblucking his seat belt. He stared at her for a moment, her eyes were pretty. Qucikly shaking the thought from his head, he opened his car door and got out. Exhaleing the wisp of breath condinsated and floated away. It was a little cold out, but it wasn't horrible.
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Post by Veronica Wilcox on Jan 31, 2007 23:16:24 GMT -5
"Yeah..It's gorgeous out here." she said with a smile as she slid out of the car and looked up at the dark blue sky. It was spotless. Accept for a cluster of stars shining off to the right. It was a perfect night to be out. It wasn't too hot or cold, and a light breeze kept it from getting humid. Odd weather for the winter, and Veronica wondered if it had to do with her pheromone control.
She remembered how in junior high, she had come to school feeling a bit down, and due to her pheromone control, the whole class seemed to be down in the dumps more then usual. She wondered if that was what was happening now, since she was in such a cheerful mood.
But no, she couldn't control the weather. Just emotions. And she still hadn't mastered that power yet.
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Post by Roman Vangelis on Feb 1, 2007 15:47:21 GMT -5
Roman walked over to Veronica's side of the car. "Couldn't pick a better night for a walk." He said, looking from her to past the parks gates. They started walking in silence for abit, untill they were alittle ways into the park. Roman took everything in, the cool breeze, the crisp night air, the slow swaying of the trees as the moon climbed ever higher behind them.
Roman was at a lost for words, he wanted to start a conversation, but everything that came into his head sounded like a dumb idea. "How long have you been a teacher at the school?" He asked, for lack of better ideas. It wasa lame conversation, but maybe they could find something better to talk about than the school.
As they walked Roman just smiled to himself.
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