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Post by Matthew Dingle on Aug 18, 2010 12:18:07 GMT
”Yeah, I know, sometimes I always guess what’s going to happen and who did it before I even get half way through the book.”
Yeah, it sucks when that happens. I like superhero comics too, you should know, that I'm a complete nerd by the way, I love comics and superhero films. he shrugged not really embarressed by his confession. And some romance novels I can just about stand
”I won’t tell if you won’t.”
Matt grinned You don't have to worry about me telling on you, I make a good secret keeper. he laughed
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Post by Annie Hollie Wynne on Aug 18, 2010 12:28:07 GMT
   ”So I offer my life as a sacrifice
I live through your love
You teach me how to see”-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------- "Yeah, it sucks when that happens. I like superhero comics too, you should know, that I'm a complete nerd by the way, I love comics and superhero films."
Annie laughed. She wasn’t really into superhero stuff. She didn’t need a to read about people who had to save humans, she did that herself. Saving other people every day is what she has been training for, not that she wanted too. When Annie was a kid, she wanted to be a vet when she grew up, because she loved animals and wanted to help them. But that had gone out the window the moment her parents had thrust her head-first into training. She’d protested at first, but had finally realised that this is what she was meant to do, whether she wanted to or not. She didn’t have a choice in the matter, even though she wanted one. Maybe Matt wanted one as well. He said he’d rather be a teacher.
”I’m not really into comics, I always think that why should I read about someone who saves people when we do that every day.”
She shrugged and looked at his face.
”And some romance novels I can just about stand.”
”I can stand some romance novels,” Annie told him. ”But most of too cliché, you know, they meet, they fall in love, they live happily ever after.”
It was true. Each romance novel that Annie read in our days was the same as the last. The man and the woman meet, they fall in love, the man gets into a fight with another man who’s in love with the woman, but the woman doesn’t love him, and there is always a happy ending. Annie tried to stay away from romance novels because they also reminded her that she wasn’t in love. She wanted to be in love and have someone who loved her back. Not just a boyfriend who wanted sex, and then would dump you for the next hottest thing.
”You don't have to worry about me telling on you, I make a good secret keeper.”
Annie smiled at him, not many people here that she knew were good secret keepers, hence why she hadn’t told anyone about how she didn’t want to be a slayer. She didn’t even know why she told Matt, maybe it was because they were in the same boat as each other.
”I’m a good secret keeper, so your secret wont be getting out anytime soon, I promise you.” [/size] |
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Post by Matthew Dingle on Jun 9, 2012 23:33:14 GMT
Matt's jaw dropped, not in to comic books? How could you not be into comic books? He didn't understand how people couldn't get into the excitement and the sense of adventure you get just by reading them. But he shrugged and scratched the back of his neck, a nervous reaction he got, usually when he was around girls. "You don't like comic books? What's wrong with you woman? Yeah, but to live someone else's life, the whole secret identity, it's exciting. It's different! It's cool. At least by my standards." He grinned at her
"I know right! What ever happens to the tradgedy's in life, someone dies, or they're in poverty and so one of them leaves the other for a better life. It sounds pretty grim, but it's reality, I think romance novels give lonely old women false hope. It's cruel it really is. That's why they collect cats. That ain't right." He hoped she'd laugh too, he wasn't the best comedian when he was nervous, his palms were sweaty all of a sudden. Why? He sneakily wiped them on his jeans.
”I’m a good secret keeper, so your secret wont be getting out anytime soon, I promise you.”
Matt smiled at her, a sweet, honest smile, his eyes creasing at the sides so it looked like they were smiling too. "Thank you, it's nice to meet someone like you, someone that isn't so uptight and serious because of what's going on around us. I don't find people like you often enough."
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Post by Annie Hollie Wynne on Jun 10, 2012 4:07:59 GMT
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”You don’t like comic books? What’s wrong with you woman? Yeah, but to live someone else’s life, the whole secret identity, it’s exciting. It’s different! It’s cool. At least by my standards,” he said, grinning at her.
Annie nodded, it did sound cool but it wasn’t her sort of thing. She had tried to read them when she was younger but they never really appealed to her. She had stayed away from them since then and hadn’t had the feeling to read them again since.
”I know, it does sound cool but it just doesn’t really appeal to me,” she said, watching his face with a soft gaze. ”It kinda reminds me of us, the things we do. We’re not superpowered up but we’re saving the normals from the abnormals, aren’t we? We’re keeping secrets from the normal people we know, we live a different life when we step out of those doors.”
Annie gestured at the doors that led into the hallway. It was obvious that she didn’t mean them particular doors but doors beyond them that would lead them away from the complex and the complicated world of slayers vs the supernatural’s. She sighed and ran a hand through her hair, a few strands dropping down into her face. She didn’t bother to move them.
”It just makes me realise that no matter how hard I try to get away from it all, this is all I’m going to do,” she concluded.
She bit her lip, wondering if he would think she was mad for saying that. He had already admitted to not really liking the job but hadn’t sad it as directly as she had. She swallowed harshly and rubbed the back of her neck, similar to his own fashion.
”I know, right! What ever happens to the tradgedy’s in life, someone dies, or they’re in poverty and so one of them leaves the other for a better life. It sounds pretty grim, but it’s reality, i think romance novels give lonely old women flash hope. It’s cruel it really is. That’s why they collect cats. That ain’t right.”
Annie chuckled to herself and smiled, shaking her head.
”Some women thrive on it,” she said, watching his face again, failing to notice it when he wiped his hands on his jeans. ”It gives them hope and I can understand why. Sometimes, if some situations, hope is the best thing. They can read these romance novels at thirty five, husbandless and they can dream of maybe a prince charming riding in on a white horse and whisking them away from their dull and grey lives. Sure, it’s a little sad but when you need help, books can be there for you if you have no-one else to be there for you. It’s cruel but it’s a way of live and a way of keeping women who aren’t happy, happy and making sure that it doesn’t come to them throwing themselves off a building or getting into things they shouldn’t be doing because they have nothing else. And don’t diss the cats, dude, I’ve always wanted one.”
She grinned and raised both eyebrows at him. She watched as he smiled at her and noticed the creasing skin at the corners of his eyes. It made him slightly older than he actually was but Annie liked it. It gave him class and maturatiry that most of the men here lacked. Most men seemed to be obsessed with either looking for the next kill or the next lay. Annie liked to think that Matt was something other than that, that he was different and so far he was proving those thoughts right.
She ran a hand through her hair. "If I could have someone wisk me away from this job then I wouldn't mind," she said truthfully. "But that won't ever happen. Men avoid me like the plague most of the time. I'm too quiet to get noticed most of the time. She blushed again.
”Thank you, it’s nice to meet someone like you, someone that isn’t so uptight and serious because of what’s going on around us. I don’t find people like you often enough,” he said.
”We’re a rare breed,” she said, laughing lightly. ”And it’s no problem. It’s weird, there aren’t many men like you here. They’re all interested on finding something to kill or something with two boobs and a working downstairs parts to jump into bed with. Funnily enough, I don’t find many people like you either.”
She watched his face and blinked a few times. She smiled again, her eyes lighting up with the strength of the smile and ran her hand through her hair. More strands fell down into her face and again, she didn’t bother to move them out. She felt a light blush cover her cheeks and she did her best to cover it up.
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