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Post by hayden on Jan 18, 2011 20:20:05 GMT -5
  It was just another normal day for Hayden. Nothing out of the ordinary to say the least. He had spent the majority of the day walking around and figuring out the place. So far, he loved the place. There were so many kind people so far as he knew. And not a one of them had called him a nut yet. Which was a good thing in his books. He made his way around the buildings, debating on where exactly he was going. Ah heck, he had no destination in mind. He was just out walking his dog, Billy.
He pulled on the leash, (which was completely invisible, including his dog) and glared down at him, ”Now come on, Billy. No need to get all angry on me. We’re just scoping out the place.” He leaned down and patted the top of his head. ”See, it isn’t so bad. Come on, Billy.” He started walking once again, glancing around to figure out where he was. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small bag of dehydrated apple bits and began eating them. Hayden would reach down every so often and offer one to Billy, who would gladly accept.
Pulling his brown bomber jacket closer around himself, he ate another bit and began singing to himself as he skipped lightly, ”Alouette gentille Alouette. Alouette je te plumerai. Je te plumerai le bec - Got off my leg! You know I don’t like it when you touch my pants like that!” He glared down at Billy and shook his head. Reaching up, he adjusted his large square and rather obnoxious glasses before moving along once again and humming to himself, pulling Billy right along behind him.
Tags: Open!
Notes: Just a starter post for Hayden here. Oh, and yes, his dog is invisible. Haha!
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Post by lynley on Jan 20, 2011 14:12:49 GMT -5
Two whole days. Two whole friggin days she had been there and already Lynley was hating it. Dante's hell wasn't as bad as this place and she was pretty damn sure it wasn't going to get any better.
Walking alone, listening to her newest Apocalypitica song (Not Strong Enough) on her I-pod as she did, Lynley heard the snickers from several others. Curious as all hell, Lynley joined them and peaked her head around the gawkers before seeing the boy talking to 'Billy'.
By all normal rights the boy was alone and Billy was imaginary. But then again so where the imaginary friends that so many of the other kids around her had had when they were younger. Plus there was Harvey, a big white Pooka that had made the films with James Stewart.
Pushing her way through the crowd, Lynley approached and pulled one earbud free from her ear allowing the heavy metal to thunder out of it. "Hey," She called to him and silently banished all the chuckling fools watching them.
Like any person approaching a dog, she bent down and held her hand out to Billy. "Can I pet your dog?" She asked Hayden. "I mean my da wouldn't let us have a dog because of my little brother but I just adore dogs."
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Post by hayden on Jan 22, 2011 5:08:34 GMT -5
When it came to people laughing at him, Hayden was pro at letting it go in one ear and out the other. It wasn’t like he could do much about it. People were so narrow minded at times. And no matter where you were, they would find you. So instead of getting angry every time they showed up, or getting sad/irritated, he would just laugh right along with them and crack jokes like he too were gawking at the crazy person. He knew he was insane, and he knew that he saw things and heard things that others did not, that wasn’t going to change any time soon. So he worked with what he had, even if it were to make fun of himself.
Looking down at Billy, he patted the top of his head and cooed to him. For the time being, he was just going to ignore the snickers and go on with his daily business of walking his dog and having a look around. It was too bad it was still winter out or he’d be out talking to the flowers. They were such kind company, always singing and having a silly joke to tell. Such a pleasant group of beautiful organisms. He smiled at the thought. People should learn from the flowers. They would be nicer and more understanding toward things. Hayden shrugged it off, realizing that dwelling on it would only make him crazy.
His head jerked up when he heard someone call out to him. Smiling vibrantly at the girl, he sat down on a nearby bench and began petting Billy’s back. He spoke up in a fake English accent, ”Of course my dear lady! Billy would lovvve eet.” He patted the seat next to him and scooted over some to make room for her to sit down. ”Such great hounds. And your father to never let you own one? It’s outlandish!”
Tags: Open/Lynley
Notes: Here ya go!
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Post by lynley on Feb 2, 2011 8:41:10 GMT -5
A light laugh came from Lynley due to the accent. She loved how Americans always loved to try and copy the accent, though his was rather good, and screwed it up. Still this guy was pretty cool, interesting and just well...strange. Lynley liked strange.
Bending down she petted the imaginary dog. "Hi Billy!" She greeted the dog lovingly. "Are you a good dog? I bet you are."
It was comical how she adored the invisable dog and then sat next to Murdock with a smile. She wasn't the one to care about looks, or people gossiping about her. She was willing to spread her own gossip, about herself, more then simply allow it float around her. If she spread it herself, then at least it would be factual gossip. That is, if there was suck a thing.
"My names Lynley," She greeted Murdock, a hand going through the dark locks around her face. "Tis a pleasure to meet you and Billy both."
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