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Post by layla on Jan 30, 2011 19:13:22 GMT -5
*Stranded! How on Earth could Layla get stranded!? She had built this baby from the ground up. True it looked like nothing special. Unfortunately she had no one else to blame but her self. One piece. That's all she needed, one measly piece. She was just out side one of the bigger, more popular cities in Canada and so she walked around the streets for a bit, trying to find a warm place to sit and wait. She hated other mechanics touching her baby, that was why she fixed up most the Runaway's vehicles.*
*She left a message with Wicked telling here where she was and that she needed to be picked up. Wicked would laugh when she herd the message but who else was she going to call? Conner? Not with the pregnant demon...Nelly.*
*Layla noticed that it was getting colder and the winds were picking up. Looking to the sky she cursed, a blizzard was probably going to hit soon. So she found a coffee shop and placed her bike in front for the Runaway who was chosen to pick her up. Every Runaway knew what her "baby" looked like.*
*She walked into the store, it was more crowded then she thought it would be. Probably because of the storm coming. Eventually Layla got her medium black coffee with thee sugars and decided to look for a place to sit. No empty places. 'Well then,' she thought to herself, 'it's time to make a new friend.'*
*Spotting a boy that was alone she headed over to him. He had a laptop and looked like a professinol of some sort, by the way he was intently looking at the laptop, not noticing anything else around. It reminded her of herself, how she needed to be pried away from a car sometimes.* Is this seat taken? *Motioning to the spot directly accost from him.*
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Post by donny on Jan 30, 2011 21:08:33 GMT -5
‘Dang it, Mikey I told you not to mess with anything.’ Donny was sitting at a table in a small café trying to fix a program that he had spent three weeks working on, a program that had been almost completely erased because of his irresponsible twin brother. True he had written the program for Mikey’s use, but he hadn’t finished it yet, and when he gave it to Mikey to see how it worked Mikey had completely changed the program. Donny still had no idea how he managed it. Mikey wasn’t a computer genius by any stretch of the imagination.
Donny let out a frustrated sigh. What the heck had Mikey done to the thing? It was just supposed to be a simple analysis program that even Mikey couldn’t have possibly have screwed it up, but he had obviously underestimated his brothers’ talent for destruction. He was just going through all the codes when he heard someone ask him a question. Donny looked up from his laptop and saw a girl of about his age asking him if the seat next to him was taken. “Not that I know of.” Donny then turned back to his work, mentally cursing Mikey again.
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Post by layla on Jan 30, 2011 21:18:04 GMT -5
*With a friendly smile Layla took the seat across for the boy. He looked quite frustrated. She wasn't sure if she should pry, but before she talked herself out of it...* What are ya working on? It looks like it's giving you some grief.
*Layla had a nasty habit of speaking then thinking, but the question and statement didn't seem like they would do to much damage. And this guy seemed like he needed a little bit of cheering up. With both hands on her cup she took a sip of the hot coffee. Donny would be able to see the heart outline on her left hand pinkie. She had others, and if she wasn't wearing a long sleeved shirt and a jacket he would be able to see the tattoo on her right wrist.*
*They say that tattoos can tell you about a person. If that was true....then people would think that Layla would be random and fun. She had a cupcake on her wrist a heart shape on her pinkie and a few other small ones around her body. She looked out side and saw white. Dang....the blizzard was so bad that she wouldn't be picked up until it died down. That sucked.*
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Post by donny on Jan 30, 2011 21:38:36 GMT -5
\Donny looked up again when the girl sat down and asked him another question. “Heh, The original program wasn’t a problem, but my brother did something to it that completely changed the entire program. I still can’t figure out how he did it. He’s not exactly a computer wiz.” Donny himself turned to the window and saw all the snow. Wow whiteout Donny thought. Welcome to Canada one of the only places that can give you a complete white out in less then twenty minutes. After a couple of minuets of working on the program Donny decided he needed a break, he then decided that since he was going to be here for a while that he might get to know the girl sitting next to him. “So let me guess, you’re here to escape the whiteout?” Donny thought that that was the most likely scenario since she had come in only minutes before the blizzard set in, or at least Donny thought she had come in minutes before the blizzard started.
Donny then took the time waiting for her answer to study her. She had long black hair, a couple of piercings, and gray? Eyes.
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Post by layla on Jan 30, 2011 21:51:37 GMT -5
*When the boy explained what was wrong she thought for a bit.* Maybe you can revers engenire it. I know that's what I do when I cant figure out a problem. *She was talking about mechanics, but it could be used the same...right?*
*He wasn't entirely wrong about escaping the storm. But not entirely right.* Well...yea I gess. Well it's mainly because my bike broke down just out of town. I know what to do to fix it but I don't have the piece and I don't trust the mechanics with my baby. I'm waiting for my ride to come and get me and my bike. *Crap, your so stupid Layla! Now the smart cute boy is going to think your a nut job! Stupid, stupid, stupid!*
*As she was thinking she took a longer sip from the cup. Just looking outside made her cold. She wondered if he noticed her tattoo or not, well it wasn't going to make a difference anyway.* Oh, I'm sorry, I'm Layla *Some times she just started to talk with out thinking, and they never introducing herself, this boy was lucky she remembered.*
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Post by donny on Jan 30, 2011 22:14:41 GMT -5
When she said to just reverse engineer it Donny nodded. “That’s what I was doing. The only problem is there are so many codes that I have to go through, it takes a lit of time. I was hoping to have it finished by the end of this week. Well you know that that’s not going to happen.” Donny should never have given it to Mikey until he was completely finished with it, well he knew know. “Also, I normally just go from the last time that I had saved it, but some how my brother managed to not only change the program, but to erase what I had done from the last two times from where I saved it.”
When she said that her bike broke he gave her a curious look. “What kind of bike and what part?” Donny had about a million motor parts in his car parked outside. Maybe after the blizzard past he could help her with her bike.
When she introduced herself Donny smiled and held out his hand across the table. “It’s nice to meet you Layla. My names Donatello, but most people just call me Donny since Donatello isn't exactly a common name."
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Post by layla on Jan 30, 2011 22:36:19 GMT -5
*Layla shrugged.* It's just a small part, I have it at home, it's just doing it and getting home. Unless you're offering to help? Then I could call my ride and tell them not to worry.
*She smiled at him when he gave his name.* Hm.. Donny seems....*stopping herself from saying anything stupid she smiled wider.* Oh, never mind. *All the people crowded in the coffee shop was making it hoot. She took off her jacket and rolled up her selves, reveling her cupcake like tattoo with righting under it on her right under wrist.*
So is your only passion in computer programing? *She only said this because she had two completely different loves. Dancing and cars, bikes and other motor vehicles. And this blizzard seemed like it would last for a while longer. Maybe this was a good day after all. This guy was nice and not to bad looking and seemed to have a similar interest. Fixing things, creating and taking apart.*
Gah, Wicked is going to kill me. *She muttered under her breath. Wicked was a good leader and cared about every one in the group. Layla was only supposed to be out for a little bit. If the fact that she was out for a long time didn't make Wicked mad, then Wicked would find a reason to "torment" her. But it was nothing new.*
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Post by donny on Jan 30, 2011 22:51:12 GMT -5
Donny just shrugged. “I have a few parts in my car. Maybe the one you need is there. We could check after the storm clears. I don’t think you’re in a hurry, are you?” He was joking, only a person who had the power to control the weather or snow would be out in this type of weather. Donny then tilted her head when she started saying something about his name. “So what? Old fashioned? You can blame that one on my parents; everyone in my family as an artist’s name. Which is kind of weird because neither of my brothers or I are artists.”
When Layla removed her jacket Donny spotted the tattoo on her wrist. “I like the tattoo’s by the way. I think they suit you, well the you that I know so far.” Donny had noticed the small one that was on her finger but had thought not to comment on it then.
When she asked about his interests Donny just shrugged. “Well that and engineering. I love to create things that the world has never seen before.” When she said the Wicked was going to kill her Donny lifted an eyebrow. “Why would someone kill you? If it’s about being late I think they would understand. I mean I don’t think they would want you trying to get home in this weather with a broken bike.”
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Post by layla on Jan 30, 2011 23:05:51 GMT -5
You know what, I would actually love that. *Layla then pulled out her phone and texted a message sending it then looking up.* If you don't have the piece I'll buy it from a mechanic or something.
*She smiled when he mentioned her tattoos.* Thank you. The cupcake was....well it's my favorite. *It just made her smile. She then wondered if he had any tattoo's or any fun stories.*
*Engineering, there we go. Similarities. She was hopping for a few of those.* It might sound weird coming from a girl, bit I'm quite a grease monkey myself. I love to fix cars, bikes, scooters, anything really. You name it. I actually fix up almost all my friends vehicles for them. I built my bike from just a bunch of junk pieces. *She motioned to the bike that could be barely seen because of the blizzard. She smiled at Donny. 'This is the start of a beautiful friendship.' Layla thought.* You know if you ever have any car problems I'm sure I could help, if you can't do it yourself.
*He seemed concerned about what she muttered and gave a small laugh.* Well she's my best friend. Whatever she does...lets just say I'm used to it by now. It was more of a figure of speach anyway. Don't worry about it. I'm perfectly safe. *She smiled once again at Donny.* Your sweet for worrying. Thanks
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Post by donny on Feb 2, 2011 18:47:39 GMT -5
“Or we could always just put your bike in my car and I could give you a ride to where you need to go.” Donny said to Layla as texted whoever she asked to come and get. “You know since I’m already here and all, plus you sound like you don’t trust the regular mechanics that live around here.” Donny could tell that Layla was proud of her tattoos, something he’d personally never do but to each his own, and smiled when she explained to him about her favorite. “I personally don’t think I’ll get a tattoo, but they look good on you.” And they did. It was like the tattoos had been made fore her.
When she said she was an engineer Donny smiled. “This might come as a surprise to you, but I think I already figured that out when you talked about fixing your bike earlier.” It was kind of funny, she kind of reminded him of Mikey; a less hyper, more intelligent, down to earth Mikey, but still like Mikey.
As Donny was thinking of Mikey he turned his gaze out of the window. ‘Why do I have the feeling Mikey’s done something really stupid?’ Donny shook his head before returning his attention to Layla. Mikey always did something stupid, he shouldn’t dwell on it. Plus he had no way of knowing if Mikey had actually done something stupid at the moment.
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Post by layla on Feb 2, 2011 20:00:55 GMT -5
That might actually be the best idea. I live about thirty miles north of this town. If you could that would be wonderful, but if you can't I understand. *Layla smiled at his flattery. But she was sure he was just being honest, and not trying to flirt with her. Well either way she wouldn't mind. He was cute and he was fun to talk to.*
I knew you seemed like a smart guy. *Her smiled widened as they got to know each other better.* Honestly I don't trust anyone with my baby, except me. *She took another sip of her coffee. And wondered how things were going with Wicked's prisoner of war. For some reason Layla had a feeling that it wasn't going well. She looked out and could tell that the white out was getting better. The storm would pass soon.*
I never asked, are you from around here or just visiting? *There were lots of tourists and other people in this town so there was no way to tell who was who. She guessed that he was visiting, partially because it seemed like he wasn't used to random blizzards popping up randomly. It happened often, especially around the runaways.*
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Post by donny on Feb 2, 2011 21:31:32 GMT -5
“I’m just visiting. I actually go to a boarding in school in New York. I just needed to get some time away from my brother. I mean I love him, in the brotherly way, but sometimes he can drive me up the wall. I know he doesn’t mean to, but he does. We’re complete opposites; sometimes I’m surprised we’re even twins. I have more in common with my oldest brother then Mikey.” It was true. Where Donny was calm and collected happy to sit and read a book or work on a project, Mikey had ADD and was everywhere. Liarally, you couldn’t pin that boy down for a few seconds before he got up to do something else. Donny gave Layla a small smile. “It’s actually a little funny. You remind me of him. You’re both happy go lucky, excited to meet new people, and talk about a mile a minute, but you are a mellower version of him.”
Donny also looked out of the window and saw that the storm was blowing over. “It doesn’t look like we have long now until the storm passes. I would give it about another fifteen minutes.” He then turned is attention back to Layla. “What do say? How long do you think it’ll take for the storm to blow over?”
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Post by layla on Feb 2, 2011 21:45:03 GMT -5
*Layla wasn't sure how to take what he said. She didn't see herself as happy go lucky, but she was happy. She didn't always talk a mile a minute, but she probably had a few things in common.* Is that a good thing, or a bad thing?
*She looked at him and thought about his other question.* Hmm *She was sure it would probably be around then.* For the entire storm to blow over I'd give it another half hour, but of conditions to get better so that people can go out...fifteen minutes sound about right.*
*She then finished her coffee and tried to think of something to say. She knew there were loads of boarding schools in New York. She wanted to ask witch one, but she knew that there would be no good conversation from that. She didn't know anything about any schools there. Well except one. It was a mutant school her parents wanted to send her...before she ran away. She knew she couldn't control her power and she found somewhere where she fit in.*
So while we wait do you want to split a cheese cake piece. I hear their huge and really good here.
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Post by donny on Feb 5, 2011 17:04:12 GMT -5
Donny gave Layla a small smile. “Surprisingly it’s a good thing.” Layla might not think of herself like that, but the way she had introduced herself to him and then how she started the conversation reminded himself greatly of his spontaneous younger twin brother.
“Oh come on.” He gave her a mischievous smile, which if anyone from the school was here would say looked more like it belonged on Mikey more then him. “Haven’t you ever played this game before? Where you take turns to guess how long something going to last then see who’s closer? I used to play this all the time with my family whenever we went on road trips. It was a good way to pass the time.”
Donny’s smile then became sweet again when she asked him if he wanted to share a cheesecake. “That sounds good to me. You should choose. I looked over the cheesecake menu when I walked in and there are way to menu good kinds for me to even try narrow it down, but since you live here you should know which ones are the best.” Donny paused for a second. “You do live here right? If you don’t I’ll have just sounded completely stupid.”
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Post by layla on Feb 5, 2011 17:24:46 GMT -5
*Layla smiled at his "complement." At least it was a good thing. But she was shocked with his playfulness, but played along.* Not really, I'm not that close to my family. She had ran away...*
*She looked at the many cheesecakes on the menu thought of what to get. She then quickly got up and got a beautiful looking peice of CHOCOLATE MOUSSE CHEESECAKE witch was a Silky Chocolate Cheesecake Topped with a Layer of Belgian Chocolate Mousse. She had two forks and passed one to Donny.* Yea I live around here. It's not in this city, but it's close. I live with a few friends. *Well it was more than a few, but he didn't need to know that.* I've taken my friends little girl here one time. *Olivia was so cute. Everything she did was adorable! She couldn't even be mean or sad, and you could never stay mad at her for more than a few minutes.*
*Layla took a small bite, it was so good.* I usually don't do this with strangers, I usually do it with my friends daughter. But this is fun. *Plus Donny and her weren't strangers...well by that much.*
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