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Jan 28, 2007 13:44:41 GMT -5
Post by giselle on Jan 28, 2007 13:44:41 GMT -5
She sighed again, though smiled a bit still. "Yes...but its difficult not to worry when basically every single thing in your life is giving you problems, no?" she asked. "I cant afford my apartment but I must keep it, Im on the verge of losing my job because I cant get this dance right, your really the only kind person who isn't Aria, bless her, that I've talked to in a long while....well, that part isn't bad. But... Im just having problems." she said with a sigh. It was nice of him to be concerned for her, or at least be willing to watch her and listen to her, and she was definatly not complaining about that.
She gave him a small smile, meeting his eyes. "Thank you," she said softly, "For listenning. And talking to me." she added, blushing some as she looked down.
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Jan 29, 2007 4:53:51 GMT -5
Post by Blaize Ackman on Jan 29, 2007 4:53:51 GMT -5
Blaize nodded. "There are times when you just feel like you've hit rock bottom...But things are bound to get better." He grinned. "They only can get better." He met her eyes, a smile slipping across his face. "now why wouldn't I listen and talk to you?" His eyebrow rose a little in playfull question.
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Jan 29, 2007 23:55:49 GMT -5
Post by giselle on Jan 29, 2007 23:55:49 GMT -5
((:-\ this board constantly gets buried beneath the TB sick-center board. Oh well. :-)))
She smiled, feeling like he understood exactly where she was coing from. She laughed, rolling her eyes before she answered his question. "Well, no one else really seems to care. But you do... which is nice." she said, letting her legs dangle over the edge of the stage as she looked over at him, beaming. She couldn't recall a time when she had smiled so much... it hadn't been in a very, very long while, to say the least.
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Jan 30, 2007 5:22:14 GMT -5
Post by Blaize Ackman on Jan 30, 2007 5:22:14 GMT -5
(hehe. We always manage. lol)
Blaize chuckled. "Well, thank you, I guess. I just try and be nice to everyone." He let his fingers run through his hair. "What about you? You can't say you're not nice to people." He grinned, a quick flash of teeth. "And I know you are."
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Jan 30, 2007 13:29:46 GMT -5
Post by giselle on Jan 30, 2007 13:29:46 GMT -5
Giselle titled her head, confused. "What about me?" she echoed, not sure of what he meant. She was nice enough, sure, but she was just busy a lot of the time. And though she worked with theatre she was not particularly outgoing and rarely managed to start conversations on her own.
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