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[27 Oct 2008|11:11pm] |
AIM Example 1
Writer 1::He walks out onto the front porch and sat on the front steps, looking up at the clear night sky. Sitting his phone down beside him he stretches his legs out and looks around as well::
Writer2: *She walks along the side of the road, knowing better than to be there at this time of the night. But when her band took time off she was left with nowhere to go but back to North Carolina. She could head on over and wake Jeff but he was probably fast asleep...what caught her off guard was the light coming from the house she knew all too well. Cringing she took a turn to the right, going down the unpaved driveway. What was the worst he could do, scream and call the cops, at least she'd get home safely that way.*
Writer 1 ::He stands up from the stairs and stretches his legs again, looking around the property. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, looking down the driveway for some unknown reason. He squinted a little seeing the outline of someone he walked toward them a little, trying to see who it was. He knew that it wasn't Jeff or anyone of his friends at this time of night so he walked back over towards the front door and grabbed his phone::
Writer 2 *The gravel beneath her feet could have waken up anyone nearby, it had to be there on purpose, as sure as she was that Matt wasn't even asleep. At the sight of his car being right there, Amy froze still as a statue. As the light from the porch hit she could see his figure moving about, not having any desire to piss him off further.* ***** *was all it took, more than sure he'd recognize the voice anywhere*
Writer 1 ::He stops dead in his tracks and turned around, thinking to himself that voice sounded a lot like her. He walks down the driveway, meeting her halfway and just looks at her for a moment. He opened his mouth but no words came out and he realized that he probably looked like an idiot so he shuts his mouth, waiting for her to say something:
: Writer2 *She ran a hand through her red hair, then both at the same time not daring to smile in any way that would set him off.* "I know I should have called, or sent a dog with a note but...um, I was scared you wouldn't wanna see me anyway. At least now if you tell me off I know it'll be true and I won't have to assume and then it turns out it's something else. I just...I..wanted to see you." *her eyes had a bad habit of not looking at him at all, similar to that night when he had found out. Only this time, she wasn't hiding anything.*
AIM Example 2 1::Taking into consideration their last encouter Amy had seen a big change of how they felt around each other. Of course nothing was yet set into perfection, it had never been, but at least they could joke around and actually hug without wanting to run halfway to the border state. On her way over, she had made a stop by the mexican restaurant to pick up some food, knowing he would have only awake mere hours ago. As she stood now in front of the main door, the bag of food in one hand, she leans over to press the doorbell. Now the waiting began..
2::- After just coming hom from a good work and taking a long shower, he dries off and wraps a towel around his waist before he runs down the stairs and into the livingroom. Walking over to the front door he makes sure that his towel isn't going to fall off and opens it, figuring its a friend or family member. Seeing Amy stand there he's a little shocked and smiles nervously at her- Hey there....uhmm...come on in. -He holds the towel around his waist and steps back, allowing her some room to come inside-
3::She was looking about the front of the house, not wanting to seem like her eyes were trying to look through the door into the inside. When hearing the commotion going on, her body turned fully to go back to looking forward. "Hey Matt," she smiles, "hope you don't think I'm stalking you or anything, I figured you awoke and you might be hungry." And so she raised the bag up to show that her visit wasn't a fluke. More than willingly Ames accepted the invitation and walked inside of the living room, choosing not to make any comments of how he was dressed. "I'm not interrupting anything, am I?"
4::- He laughed nervously again and rubbed the back of his neck, watching her walking. He shuts the door and turns to face her, smiling some- I just got outta the shower actually, I am starving...- He watches her a few minutes more before he realizes that he should go upstairs and change- Uhm...make yourself at home. You know where everything is....let me go get some clothes on and I'll be right back. -He starts walking towards the stairs and stops, looking back at her to wait for a response-
5::She chuckled softly, heading her towards the kitchen to take out what she had brought. "Don't be silly Matt, it's almost three o'clock and you didn't eat yet, you're starving. Besides, I've seen you in less." Placing the bag on top of the counter, she moved around the space to grab plates and what have you as if she had never left a day. "Come on, sit down and eat, here. I'll even go grab you your clothes meanwhile."
6::-He looked at the clock and started towards the kitchen, looking at her. He sits at the table and scoots up to the table, watching her move around like she had never left and smiles softly.- It's like you've never left......-He stops himself and sits up straight, looking at the food that she had brought.- Everythings still in the same place....everything. But anyways...-He stood up and started toward the fridge and opens it, rummaging through it-
7::She stops dead in her tracks when he pases that obervation, a hand on the counter and one by her forehead. "I know, right? It's crazy." From the higher cupboard she rose up onto her toes to grab a glass for him, "here you go, I'll be right back," And so she squeezed past him to go up the stairs, the rooms were the same controlled mess like before. A few doors down Amy opened the entrance towards his bedroom, scanning about to find what he may need to actually put on. All the while her eyes diverted anywhere but to look towards the bed, it was still a sore spot for her. "Easy, everything is black," mumbling to herself, she came back down the stairs with the clothes neatly folded.
8:: - He grabbed the cup and nodded, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge he sat the cup down on the counter and sat back down. He looked around at the food for a moment and started fixing himself a plate. Deciding that he should wait for her to come back before he actually starts eating-
9:: Appearing back into the space, she places the stack of clothes on the chair next to him. Seeing that he was still just sitting there, Amy chuckled. "Am I gonna have to force feed you now? I read your blog, it's all your favorites and no fat." Walking around the counter, she places her arms upon it to lean forward into his direction. "So..how are your ribs holding out?"
AIM example 3 Me: ***** was struggling with her bag and phone as she said a few curse words under her breath. Between the airplane ride and lack of sleep she was tired...or maybe it was just jet lag. She shrugged her shoulders and put everything down as she started looking through her list of numbers, finding his she dialed his number and waited for him to answer
Them: He picked at his redish hair idly in between flipping through the script in front of him, resisting the urge to yawn boredly. It wasn't that the script was boring, just that he'd already looked through it a few times already. The call was a welcome distraction from boredom and he reached for his phone eagerly, answering. "Hello?"
Me:"Bet you couldn't guess where I am?" She asked, grabbing her things as she stood out front of the airport, completely lost on what to do or where to go. She rested the phone on her shoulder as she fished through her purse, grumbling a little.
Them: He paused and stopped what he was doing, obviously surprised. "My stalker?! How're you?" he asked, suppressing the urge to smile. Hearing the grumbling, he made a bit of a face in concern. "Is something wrong?"
ME: "Your stalker...one that you don't mind stalking you?" She asked as she took a seat, just looking around for a moment. "I would be better if I knew what to do or where to go around here." She tapped her chin and smiled a little, thinking. " Looking through my purse and talking to you has percieved to be a problem."
Them: "I definitely don't mind." He closed the script and pushed it aside. "Where are you? Here? Now that's stalkerish," he joked. It was a long shot, but the only thing he could think of. He laughed at her last words, completely taken by surprise by the entire phone call.
Me: "Ohh well I wouldn't want to be stalkerish. I'll just go and get a new ticket. Head back home then." She grinned and stayed firml planted where she was, not saying another word. She was waiting on his reaction.
Them:"Wait!" He laughed. "When you can come and hang out with us in a hotel?" he asked next. "There's no competition. Well, there shouldn't be. Flights aren't as fun."
Me: She laughed and stretched her legs out a moment, leaned back against the seat that she was sitting in. "You know...I find that always works. Hang out in a hotel? Which one do you think I would you rather do? No contest I just don't...I'm not too sure about what to do. Get a cab?"
Them: "Yeah, or..." He stopped to think. "I could try and find you. Or send a car to where you are." He laughed at the whole thing, imagining how crazy it must seem, but happy nonetheless.
Me: "I'm at an airport. Just sitting here by myself. " She laughed softly and leaned against the table. " I shouldn't have just showed up but I asked if you'd mind in comments and you never answered me.
Them: "What airport. I'll send our driver out to come and get you. Joys of Warner Bros." He blinked a little, trying to remember if he had commented. "Are you sure? I thought I replied saying it was fine."
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