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Post by Isabelle Arien on Nov 25, 2006 21:06:04 GMT -5
"You seem to have adjusted well," Isabelle said, looking at him. "If you hadn't said anything, I would have just assumed you'd lived here your whole life."
And it was true, too. Designer clothes, knowledge about champagnes... He seemed to fit in better than Isabelle herself did, and she'd been living here for the last 14 years of her life. Of course, she'd never truly fit in. She just didn't have what people here had. That ability to instinctively know the right thing to say, knowing how to be polite without really thinking about it. And the fact that Isabelle changed herself so often didn't helped her fit in, either. People never got quite enough time to get used to her latest quirks before she had a whole new set of odd habits.
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Post by Jack Moretti on Nov 25, 2006 22:46:30 GMT -5
"I come from a similar neighborhood. Not quite as extravagant, but the same idea. So, what are your hobbies?"
In fact he had. His neighborhood in Chicago had been quite like this, except with a higher crime rate. He had adapted to that aspect, learning to not trust strange men, but of course women were okay, and to be careful at night should he be unguarded by a car or building. But that was his life and he had become quite savvy at it. Of course Collingstead had its issues, but it was more Stepford-like, more everyone trying to be perfect. But hey, he could do that.
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Post by Isabelle Arien on Nov 26, 2006 13:41:13 GMT -5
Isabelle considered the question, trying to come up with an answer. What were her hobbies? Last week it was reading, she read non stop for hours. The week before that, poetry. But all her poems were awful, so that didn't last very long. The truth was, she had very few hobbies that lasted longer than even a couple days. Just yesterday she convinced her parents to let her buy a very expensive camera, because she was so sure that she would be into photography for a long time. By the end of the day, she had changed her mind entirely.
"Umm.. I don't know, honestly," she admitted. "I'm always changing my mind about it... some things just aren't fun for more than a day or two."
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Post by Jack Moretti on Nov 26, 2006 14:45:32 GMT -5
Jack nodded. He understood how that went. He had tried millions of things, but very few had ever stuck. In fact, the only things he could think of were surfing and getting drunk. Sure he liked other sports - after all, he was a jock - but none of them he wanted to play for more than a day at a time. But surfing? Surfing was freedom. And he wanted freedom all the time so he wanted surfing all the time. And getting drunk? He wasn't an alcoholic or anything, that was for the common person. No, he simply enjoyed to drink.
"I'm a surfer, myself. But that's the only thing I've ever really stuck with."
He'd save the getting drunk thing for later.
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Post by Isabelle Arien on Nov 26, 2006 16:02:53 GMT -5
Isabelle nodded. Surfing was cool, she'd tried it before. And it was one of those few hobbies that lasted for more than a week. An entire two weeks, in fact, before she found something new. In some ways, it reminded her of dancing... maybe that was why it lasted so long. Of course, she had no idea what the connection between dancing and surfing was. Surfing was freedom, dancing often had more rules than anybody could ever need. But when it wasn't any formal dance, when you were dancing around your room alone where no one could see, then it gave you the same kind of freedom.
"The only thing I've managed to stick with is dance. But even that changes. I've tried every type from ballet to Irish step dance..." Isabelle told him, because she'd been thinking about dance again.
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