Just a Stroll [ ian ]

[KATRINA ALICE RAYNE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #eeeeee; width: 450px, bTable] JUST A STROLL. She had always found it fascinating how there could be so many people in one place like they were in school. She had also found it equally fascinating how quickly people could turn happy the second they stepped out of the school. Katrina had never quite understood it but it was a weekend which naturally meant no school. That was one thing that hadn’t changed from the transition of high school to university. The blonde tucked her hair behind her ear and took a sip of her iced coffee which she had just purchased. The sun was shining and the weather was perfect which meant that it was a perfect day to go out for a stroll. Katrina observed the people around her and took another sip from her coffee. People were interesting to Katrina; the way they dressed and spoke and carried themselves. Particularly people’s shoes. She always wondered how people could walk around in super high heels and as much as Katrina loved wearing them, she found it difficult to walk it. Katrina had opted for a pair of sandals with no heels to avoid killing her feet and falling over face first. How embarrassing would it be to have a coffee, trip and have it slosh all over you? Plus, it stained. Katrina knew from previous experiences. The girl just smiled as she walked along a pier. She had absolutely no plans for the day and was honestly just looking forward to relaxing, chatting with people she ran into – though hopefully not literally – and drinking her iced coffee. CODED BY LADY RAINICORN @ CAUTION blech. bad post. sorry. ^^;; 261 WORDS FOR IAN THE OUTFIT IS HERE

[IAN LEVI GRANGER]

[style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;]457 WORDS FOR KATRINA heheee. no outfit cuz i am too lazy to make one. so you can picture him naked, i guess. (: not really. haha. ian [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]The blazing sun beat down on Ian as soon as he stepped out of his air conditioned car. He almost turned right back around to hop back into the cool haven, but decided against it since he'd made the effort to drive out to the boardwalk. It definitely wasn't a smart idea to wear jeans. Ian opened up the back door of his car, where a pile of clothing patiently awaited him. He'd always had a problem keeping his car clean. Searching through the pile, he found a single pair of shorts. They were black and blue swim trunks. With a shrug, Ian quickly de-pantsed and threw the swim trunks on. At least now he would be prepared in case he wanted to jump into the ocean. Ian slammed the car door shut, locking it behind him as he made his way up to the boardwalk. He stopped and took a look around, before deciding to get a snow cone. Feeling like a little kid, Ian waltzed up to the snow cone booth and ordered a blue raspberry. The chunky Mexican worker handed him the cone with a nice smile. "Thanks. Have a fantastic day." Ian said, and walked off. As he ate the snow cone, he watched all of the people scuttling around. There were two particularly noisy kids sitting by the railing, thinking that they were sneaky as they wailed a huge ball at by passers, then proceeding to pretend that they didn't do it. Ian watched as the dark skinned boy picked up the ball with a devilish grin, and chucked it at his new target; a very old woman. The ball hit the side of her head, sending her to the ground instantly. Ian rushed from where he was standing and bent down to scoop up the small woman. "Are you alright, ma'am?" Ian asked when he got the lady to her feet. "Get your grimy hands off of me!" The woman screamed and hurried away. Ian stared after her, rather stunned by her reaction. Sadly, he realized that he'd dropped his snow cone trying to help the woman. He noticed that people were watching him, shaking their heads. Were they shaking their heads at him? Or at the lady's reaction to his help? Ian slid on his sunglasses. Shoving his hands in his pockets, Ian continued on his way to the pier. He noticed a familiar face; a blonde girl he'd seen around campus before. He'd never spoken to her, he would just see glances of her bright blonde hair. Had she been watching the scene? She probably thought he was a dumbass. Ian caught her eye, though she probably didn't realize that he was looking at her through the sunglasses, and provided a smile. [/style]

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[KATRINA ALICE RAYNE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #eeeeee; width: 450px, bTable] JUST A STROLL. Katrina was quite enjoying her stroll. The sights around were always just a little exciting; there was hardly ever a dull moment was there? But despite all the things happening, it was also relaxing. She took a sip of her iced coffee, realizing that the ice cubes in it before was rapidly melting. That was when the girl wished she had decided to bring a hair tie with her though so she would be able to tie her hair up. The heat was just getting to her… just a little but she would just keep smiling because that was the good thing to do, right? The girl also wished she had remembered her sunglasses. It was bright out as it was every other day. She continued to walk along the pier before seeing something that caught her eye. Rather, she heard it before she saw it because it was an elderly woman shrieking for some reason. She blinked her eyes, not sure if she was seeing things properly or hearing things properly. Perhaps it was just the heat getting to her and she was hallucinating. Katrina really hoped not though, she didn’t exactly feel like going home quite yet and resting. She noticed something else though. There were those times when you felt like someone was staring at you but you weren’t sure if they really were and right now she had one of those moments. Was the guy who was just with the woman staring at her? Or looking at her? Katrina wasn’t sure. She turned her head to make sure this person wasn’t smiling to someone behind her or something like that. He did look awfully familiar from somewhere though. Oh, she had probably seen him around the campus a few times but never had she ever spoken to him. Which was just made it a bit weirder. She turned her head again, was he smiling at her? She couldn’t tell. Well, there was one way to find out for sure, she supposed, plus, he didn’t exactly seem like a bad person so she doubted it was him who had caused the woman to yell at him to get his hands off of her. According to her dad, there was always two sides to every story. Perhaps he was just trying to help? The blonde walked over to the guy with a smile on her own face. Smiling was good; it was probably a sign that one would live longer or something. “Hi, I’m Katrina,” she said, walking right up to him. “It’s a nice day isn’t it?” Well, it was a hot day but it was still a nice day; Katrina liked to think that every day was a nice day. CODED BY LADY RAINICORN @ CAUTION LOLOL. 454 WORDS FOR IAN THE OUTFIT IS HERE

[IAN LEVI GRANGER]

[style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;]243 WORDS FOR KATRINA short post. :P haha. ian [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]Ian watched as the girl glanced behind her, as if she were checking that he was smiling at someone else. Then, she turned around and strutted right up to him, beaming her pearly whites in his direction. Dang, she was a little go-getter, wasn't she? Not shy at all. He liked that. Ian leaned against the railing of the pier. "Hi, I'm Katrina. It's a nice day, isn't it?" The girl spoke. Her voice was small and sweet. It fit her appearance well. "Hi, Katrina. I'm Ian." He replied. Ian stuck out his hand for a shake. "I've seen you around campus before. Your hair is very memorable." He chuckled. Ian looked up at the sky, then the ocean. "It's a beautiful day. I actually showed up in jeans and had to change out of them 'cuz it was so hot!" He smiled. Ian moved his sunglasses onto his head so that the layer darkness wasn't between himself and Katrina. With the glasses off, Ian took a moment to check out what the girl looked like. Katrina was very easy on the eyes. She was wearing a nice outfit and her blonde hair was framing her face beautifully. Ian noticed her bright blue eyes. "Well, Katrina, what should we do? Can I buy you a snow cone?" He asked. Ian wanted another snow cone for himself, as well. That damn old lady had soiled his. [/style]

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[KATRINA ALICE RAYNE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #eeeeee; width: 450px, bTable] JUST A STROLL. She looked at his outstretched hand for a second before she remembered her manners. She shook it before returning her hand back to her side. “It’s nice to meet you Ian,” she replied with a nod of her head and a smile. How awkward would it have been if she forgot to shake a hand or something? That would be weird. Her hair was… memorable? Her hand immediately flew to the top of her head to touch her hair before realizing how weird that might be and lowering it. There was no need to check her hair or anything. There was nothing wrong with it… right? “I might have seen you around a few times as well,” Katrina said, choosing not to question about her hair and how exactly was it memorable. “It is really hot,” Katrina agreed, nodding her head and taking a long drink of her coffee. “When it’s hot out… it’s important to take in more electrolytes,” she added. Oh. Wait. That must’ve been weird… maybe she shouldn’t have said that? What was out was out and Katrina couldn’t eat her words now. A snow cone? Katrina looked at her iced coffee, then at him. Perhaps that was what that thing was on the ground by the accident that had happened with the elderly? Katrina shouldn’t eat a snow cone… especially since she had a coffee. But if you compared a diluted coffee from all the ice melting to a snow cone, it was clear which one was superior. Wouldn’t it be rude to say no to someone’s offer? “A snow cone sounds nice, what’s your favorite flavor?” Katrina asked. Because if she said that, she couldn’t change her mind when they reached a stand or something. Plus, her coffee was almost out… so… it made sense to get one right? CODED BY LADY RAINICORN @ CAUTION IT'S OKAY. x3 304 WORDS FOR IAN THE OUTFIT IS HERE

[IAN LEVI GRANGER]

[style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;]353 WORDS FOR KATRINA :3 ian [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]He laughed as Katrina patted around on her head. Had he made her self conscious? Maybe "memorable" didn't quite please her. "Oh, about your hair, I just meant.. It's so blonde and I look over and see a glimpse of your bright hair.. It just sticks out to me. Yeah. Never mind," Ian attempted, but failed to explain. "It was a compliment." He tried again. Shaking his head, Ian smiled. “It is really hot. When it’s hot out… it’s important to take in more electrolytes,” Katrina stated. Ian looked up at her with a smile. "You sound like my old baseball coach when he forced Gatorade on us," He laughed. His eyes dropped to the girl's cup of coffee. "If you're worried about electrolytes, I wouldn't suggest the coffee. Plus, it stunts your growth." Ian added with a grin. The girl probably thought he was retarded. Whatever. Ian wasn't ever much of a coffee guy; just watching Katrina drink it made him cringe a little. But he realized that she already had a drink in hand. Why would someone want a snow cone along with their iced coffee? That sounded rather unappetizing. Despite his doubts, Katrina went along with his suggestion. “A snow cone sounds nice, what’s your favorite flavor?” She prompted. "Blue raspberry. For sure, no doubt, hands down, no questions asked." Ian answered a little too eagerly. Sometimes he thought that he could live off of blue raspberry things. Airheads especially. During his treatment, his mother showered him in blue raspberry treats. That's when he'd become attached. "But, how rude of me. You already have an iced coffee. Do you want something to eat instead of a snow cone? How about this: you name it, I'll buy it. My treat. Is that okay?" Ian prompted. He debated sliding his sunglasses back on to shield the wicked sun, but decided that it was rude since he just met this girl. Instead, he shielded his eyes with his hand and awaited for an answer. [/style]

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[KATRINA ALICE RAYNE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #eeeeee; width: 450px, bTable] JUST A STROLL. Oh. That was what he meant. It certainly cleared up a few things for Katrina, and she laughed as well. At least it wasn’t because of a bad hair day that her hair was memorable or something. As a matter of fact, he said that it was a compliment so she ought to just take it right? “Thank you.” The blonde was quite tempted to look at her hair, because she was pretty sure it wasn’t that bright, was it? No, he had said it was a compliment, so Katrina was going to just take it and not dissect it into little pieces. A baseball coach? “You played baseball?” Katrina asked. Katrina didn’t know many people who played baseball, nor had she ever played it. The game didn’t appeal to her; looking at it on the television was just dull and the game never seemed to have an end. She grinned back when he said that coffee stunted growth. “I’m not growing any taller and if I grow any taller, I might turn into a tree.” She didn’t need to grow any taller, her pants wouldn’t fit her if she did and she didn’t want that happening. It would be difficult to just shop for clothes when one was tall. She took note of his cringe though; did he dislike coffee or something? Well, she supposed everyone was entitled to their own opinion and decided not to ask about it… because anyway she said it, it would probably come off as rude. She couldn’t help but giggle at the way he had answered the question. “It’s definitely one of the best flavors,” Katrina agreed. She preferred those that were red though, they just looked pretty though she supposed blue made it stay true to how cold the treat was. “Oh uhm,” Katrina didn’t know what to say but her face was turning red. She had known that the two would be bad together – coffee and a snow cone? That was just weird. But he was offering to buy her what she wanted to eat his treat. She wasn’t quite sure what to say in response to that. “Maybe… ice cream?” Katrina said slowly before she quickly added, “But only if you want ice cream, and really you don’t have to buy it for me.” She didn’t want to come off as rude or something like that at all! CODED BY LADY RAINICORN @ CAUTION *NOMSONYOU* = w = 398 WORDS FOR IAN THE OUTFIT IS HERE

[IAN LEVI GRANGER]

[style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;]569 WORDS FOR KATRINA -nommed on- ian [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]“You played baseball?” Katrina questioned. Ian nodded. He'd actually not meant to bring up the subject of baseball. It was depressing to him, how his career had ended. His senior year had been cut short when he'd found out that he had cancer. Ian had been the all-star of the team going into his senior year. Scouts from all over the place had been checking him out since his freshman year. He would have most definitely gotten scholarships for the sport if he'd been in good health. But, then the leukemia hit. The treatment had made him way too weak to even attempt to play his favorite sport. Instead, he'd sat in the dugout, bald head and all, and watched his team play without him. Ian brought his gaze up to Katrina's clear blue eyes and snapped back to reality. "Oh, uh, yeah. I played in high school," He replied, trying to sound surfaced. Ian blinked a few times, and he was fine again. "And let me tell ya', those tight pants were rather flattering on me." Ian added, turning his mindset. He always tried to be an optimist in life. Dwelling on the past was never a good thing to do. Katrina's next comment about growing into a tree made Ian laugh. "You say the most random things. I don't even know what goes through your cute blonde head." Ian chuckled. She'll grow into a tree? He thought. Smiling, Ian shook his head. She laughed at his little blue raspberry bit. Ian gave himself an imaginary pat on the back. His favorite thing was to see a girl smile at his will. Ian tugged at the V shaped collar of his shirt. Was it getting hotter? The sun seemed to be melting his skin right off. Ian raked his eyes over Katrina's body for any sign of her feeling the same heat. She seemed quite alright. She looked more than alright. His attention snapped back to the girl when she suggested that they get ice cream. Of course, ice cream. Why hadn't he thought of that? Looked like he had a smarty pants on his hands. Katrina's face seemed to redden as she spoke again. “But only if you want ice cream, and really you don’t have to buy it for me.” Ian gave her a smile. "Don't worry about it. I offered. I'll buy. And of course I want ice cream. There's a thing about men. Men will eat anything at any given time for any reason. I'm always hungry for whatever lands in my hands." It was true. Ian never quite seemed to be full. Besides on Thanksgiving, when it is literally impossible not to stuff yourself. Why was Katrina so worried about it? "Don't think you're being rude or anything. Don't be afraid to say whatever you need to say. I like when people are up front with me, ya know?" Ian told the girl, trying to lighten her mood. "Like... When you walked right up to me earlier and started a conversation. I like that. So, no worries. Be blunt. Sorry if I talk too much." Ian grinned and glanced around the pier. Where could they get ice cream? "Hard or soft?" He questioned the girl, referring to ice cream, of course. Ian added a wink, so that the girl understood the sexual innuendo. [/style]

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[KATRINA ALICE RAYNE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #eeeeee; width: 450px, bTable] JUST A STROLL. He seemed to have zoned out for a moment but as quickly as he had gone into that little mindset of his, he had come back. Maybe the heat had made him forget temporarily? That happened to people sometimes so maybe it happened to him. The blonde nodded her head in response to his comment of playing in high school. He didn’t seem very wordy about it despite being a sport he played maybe she just shouldn’t mention it then? “I’m sure they looked lovely on you,” Katrina said with a laugh. She hadn’t ever been a fan of baseball clothes. They looked uncomfortable. As a matter of fact, Katrina would prefer tripping over in five inch heels as opposed to wearing baseball uniforms. Random? “I don’t think it was completely random, trees are tall so doesn’t it relate?” Katrina asked, grinning. Besides, saying something random wasn’t exactly random, maybe it just proved some people thought faster than others? Yes, that was most definitely what it was. The blonde wondered if there was something wrong though. He had tugged at his shirt. Was he bored? Should she say something? Katrina decided not to, maybe it was just a guy thing that she wouldn’t understand. There seemed to be a lot of those guy things she didn’t understand like what he had just said about food. “What if it doesn’t taste good?” Katrina asked. She doubted that they would eat that then. Then again, she remembered in elementary school some of the kids had whipped up some really funny looking concoctions and eat it as a dare. Then there were those people who ate like… bugs. Maybe they still would eat things that tasted bad? That would be gross times a million. Katrina didn’t eat things that didn’t taste good; one should never torture themselves in such a way. Ah. Had she been a bit too concerned about things? Katrina took a deep breath and let it out, closing her eyes for a moment. Right, she could say what she wanted, it was in her natural rights and he said that she didn’t need to be afraid. “Right, okay,” Katrina said with a nod of her head, brushing her hair out of her face. “It’s alright if you talk a lot, I like listening to other people talk,” Katrina said smile on her face. Plus, it was fun hearing insane stories and the what not. Katrina thought about the question, just catching the wink before she knew what he was saying. Katrina pushed him lightly. Maybe she shouldn’t have but that was the first thing that came to mind and she could already feel her face turning red. “That’s inappropriate,” Katrina said before taking a long drink of her iced-no-longer coffee. “But soft ice cream, it tastes better.” And she didn’t mean it in a bad way the way he had either. CODED BY LADY RAINICORN @ CAUTION 481 WORDS FOR IAN THE OUTFIT IS HERE

[IAN LEVI GRANGER]

[style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;]529 WORDS FOR KATRINA ughh. ian [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]Ian thought that he heard a bit of sarcasm in Katrina's comment about the baseball pants. Did she not find him attractive? Or did she just not like baseball? Perhaps he'd imagined the sarcastic hint. That was probably it. Nobody could deny my nice butt in tight pants. Ian thought to himself, smiling. Katrina's next thing she had to say about trees didn't make much sense to Ian. Maybe it was the whole blonde thing. "Yes, but... Never mind. You're right. It wasn't random, whatsoever! It relates." Ian chuckled, agreeing with the girl so that he didn't have to ask any strange questions, or comprehend the answers. Girls were said to always be right, anyways. Why not embrace it? “What if it doesn’t taste good?” The girl asked. Ian stared at her for a moment, before realizing what she was referring to. Right. Food. The question made him laugh. A picture popped up in his mind, of when he was back in his "How to Eat Fried Worms" stage. After he and his friends had watched the movie and read the book, they'd found so many opportunities to dare each other to eat worms. Worms hadn't particularly tasted good, but boys will be boys, and they ate them anyways. Ian tilted his head and thought about it. "I don't really think it's a taste-good thing. I think it's more of a butch thing." He stated. "You know, like.. 'Hey I'm so manly, watch me eat this.' " Ian made a really deep voice for the impersonation. Ian smiled when she told him that she enjoyed to listen to people. "Well, that's good news. Because I'm a talker," He commented with a crooked smile. "But i do like to listen, too.. If you ever want to talk or anything." He added a bit more seriously. And he was serious. Ian would sit and listen to a random homeless guy if he was asked to. He had a fascination with people. So diverse and interesting. Conversing was one of Ian's favorite things to do. So if Kat ever wanted to let off some steam, Ian would be the perfect victim. When he cracked the perverted joke, Katrina's hand reached out and slightly pushed his arm. “That’s inappropriate,” She muttered and sipped her coffee. Was inappropriate bad? Ian didn't think so. She'd enjoyed the dirty joke. "Inappropriate is my middle name, babe!" Ian joked. So she preferred soft ice cream, eh? Good deal, so did Ian. "Good choice." He responded to her preference, nodding. "I definitely agree." Ian lifted his arm that he'd been leaning on from the railing. Spotting an ice cream place across the boardwalk, Ian gestured for Katrina go along. He began to walk toward the place. "I'm a chocolate guy." Ian stated. That came out a little weird, though. "You like chocolate or vanilla?" He asked the girl to further clarify what he'd meant. He would guess vanilla. But that's probably only because her hair reminded him of white. Which reminded him of vanilla. [/style]

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