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Post by Rachel Louise on Sept 29, 2006 22:11:24 GMT -5
Again, Taylor listened. She was patient. Always had been, always would be. "You feel like you need to win?" She asked with a smile. "But you could win so many other ways. I don't know... sports, colleges, promotions, girlfriends..." She almost looked as if she were going to laugh, and then remembered that shouldn't be possible--given her current state of mind and body.
"Shut off your phone. See how long you can last. Make your own nicotine patch--not literally. Find a game where the stakes are lower. Then another with ones even lower. And other. And other. I mean, I don't know if that'll work, but it's worth a shot."
She laughed at the physcologist comment. So right. "I like to hear other people's problems. It reminds me that everyone has them." Taylor shrugged, flicking her blonde ponytail behind her shoulder and rubbing her arms, as if cold. "Well, I moved here from New York when I was around nine. I think the reason why I'm..." Taylor paused, searching for a word. "Different--for want of a better term--is because of my family. My parents love each other. They're together because of that, not money. They care what I do, and they care about me, not their public image. I'm not spoiled rotten. I guess that's why I'm possibly more... average? Well-rounded? Stupid? Normal? I don't know what to call it." She smiled again. [/size][/center]
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Post by Colby Hill on Sept 30, 2006 14:41:22 GMT -5
Raising a brow at her list of what else he could try his hand winning at, he lightly shrugged. "I'm crap at sports. I skipped the whole College thing since I know more about computers than the teachers could have taught me...and this isn't me bragging either. You can't win at the whole relationship thing...not possible. I should know. And working for myself, I get promotions each time someone hears by word of mouth about my programs and wants one for themselves," he shrugged again. "So I'm pretty much out of options," he chuckled.
Colby still found it strange that she was trying to help him, but he wouldn't be a dick and say it wasn't appreciated. "I guess I could put myself trying to design something that's never been done before. That should keep me going for a while," he smiled at her. "If I try a game with the stakes lower and which I keep losing at, I'll find myself hooked again, and slowly get myself into debt again." Running his hand through his locks which grew somewhat so that it was flopping a bit unto his forehead. It reminded him that he needed a haircut.
Thinking for a bit after hearing her speak, he furrowed his brows. "I'd say you're more...normal. Though normal doesn't exist now does it? To be normal in this country you'd have had to seen a U.F.O.," he lightly joked. Show him someone normal and he'd stop gambling. "It's good that you're not spoilt though. Makes you a better person to be around," he said sincerely.
Switching the conversation from his gambling woes, he asked, "So what made you decide to want to maybe be a journalist?" He was honestly curious to know. [/color][/font]
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Post by Rachel Louise on Sept 30, 2006 18:07:29 GMT -5
Taylor smiled. The truth was, she was kind of out of ideas for helping Colby with his addiction. Maybe just the talking about it had helped--God knew Taylor would hope, but right now Colby needed to sort this out for himself. He needed to sort out a lot of stuff--including things with E.V.
She was normal? Well, to some degree. That was good. Taylor had spent her whole life trying to be invisible, trying to be one of the crowd, to fall back. Now she was realizing that she was different--in more ways than one. Was that a good thing or a bad thing?
"Well, a journalist or a singer." She said, glancing at him. "But one in one thousand singers makes it, and I've got hideous stage fright. A journalist because I love writing. All my teachers since first grade said I had a 'gift.' It's the one thing I don't like being modest about. I like kind of getting away into the world of what you're writing--of other people's stories. It's comforting to me. I have no idea why." Taylor paused, flashing a quirky smile at Colby, letting him know a question was coming. Maybe a difficult one.
"But what about you? Are you happy doing what you're doing--aside from gambling, I mean. Any goals?" She laughed. "And for the record, I don't mean to sound like a physcologist."
Talking to Cole was good. It was taking her mind off... everything. [/center]
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Post by Colby Hill on Oct 1, 2006 13:33:30 GMT -5
There was a reason he'd switched the topic away from his gambling addiction. He hadn't done it for a week, and that was indeed a very good thing. Now that he was talking about it though, his hands were itching to hold a hand of cards. Itching to bet all his hard-earned cash. If they could center the conversation on something else though...
"Cool. Go with the journalism. Sounds more like a sure thing. Though getting over that stage fright of yours would be a good enough challenge," Colby told her, a mini smile slipping into place upon his face. "If you don't make it in singing, you have journalism to fall right back on," he nodded, noting her smile and bracing himself for the question. Not like he had anything to hide anyway.
"Mmm, goals. Only the one. Top Bill Gates," he grinned, replying automatically. "And no, not money-wise, though that'll certainly come with it. But take computers and electronics to a whole other level. I know I can eventually do it. In the next decade or so," he chuckled. Waving an airy hand at her, he smiled. "Don't worry about it. You could make a third career out of it." Did it show how much confidence he had in her and her goals?
His phone started vibrating against his leg, but he ignored it. Not like who was on the other line was truly important anyway. "So what you got up for the rest of the day? Just chilling on the beach and not getting into the water at all?" he asked her, turning and sitting up. The water looked pretty darn inviting right about now. [/color][/font]
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Post by Rachel Louise on Oct 4, 2006 14:23:06 GMT -5
Journalism. Right. Sounded good, especially as Colby said it. He made it seem logical, and Taylor thought of Nick, for some reason. Why--she had no idea. Recently it had occured to her that she might be falling for him. Could she hold back? Don't jump!
"Sounds nice, to be the next improved Bill Gates." She laughed. It did. Once, on some Fabulous Life of Billionares VH1 show, Taylor had seen that Bill Gates put microchips on his guest's clothes, so that their temperature preference, musical preference, and food preference could be recorded. Sweet.
At Colby's next comment she looked out at the water. Well, maybe a swim wouldn't be so bad... even if it did mean being seen in a bikini, which Taylor was a little self-concious about. Whatever. "Let's go." She said with a half-smile, pulling off her pajama bottoms and hoodie to reveal a non-skimpy sky-blue-satin Escada bikini. There was dark blue crochet-work on the halter-style straps. She let her hair down, because it had been messy anyway, and it fell around her shoulders. She looked down at the sand, kicking it with her left foot and blushing. [/size][/center]
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Post by Nick Aaron Stone on Oct 6, 2006 8:54:08 GMT -5
Nick walked off of his property onto the beach. He was wearing his light blue board shorts and no sandals. The sand was hot against his feet but he was used to it. He had his surf board with him, he needed to practice. He went in the water and paddled out to the waves he than caught a wave and rode it like he was a pro, full of grace and style. after he had whipped out and burst up laughing he went over to Taylor and Cole. He stuck his board in the sand and sat down "Hey guys"
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Post by Colby Hill on Oct 7, 2006 1:12:13 GMT -5
Smirking lightly, Colby nodded. "Yeah. Eventually I will. Hopefully." Shrugging a bit, he stood once she had, though stretched upward as she stripped. He glanced down at Taylor once she was done, inwardly chuckling since she seemed a bit shy about standing next to him in only a bikini. "Hey, you look good," he complimented simply, and it was the truth. She wasn't by any means ugly, and her body wasn't half bad either. Of course he thought Elizabeth's was better, but whatever. Not important right now.
Placing his hands at the button of his jeans, he was about to loosen it when Nick appeared, seemingly out of nowhere. "Hey," he said, though he didn't know the guy from Adam...which obviously meant 'not at all'. He figured it must be one of Taylor's friends or something. "Cole," he added, putting his hand out to Nick. [/color][/font]
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Post by Taylor Clear on Oct 7, 2006 22:18:00 GMT -5
Taylor looked up at him, her blush deepening as if someone had just pinched her cheeks until they burned. It was nice of him to try and compliment her--or take some of the awkwardness away, if there had been any--but it really only made her more embarrassed. Not angry, no. Just embarrassed. She attempted a smile. "Um... thanks?" It came out as a question. Crap.
And then Nick decided it would be a wonderful time to walk up. Great, just great. Taylor looked down, and then up again, at him. His face. Right in the eyes, and she managed a warm, glowing smile. "Hey, Nick." Taylor glanced toward the water--anywhere that didn't involve direct eye contact with a guy who was so hot, steam could possibly rise from him at any given second. "C'mon. Let's get in." She grinned, starting off towards the water. [/center]
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