Post by Linette Nerissa on Jan 14, 2015 0:07:15 GMT -5
The ocean breeze danced across the quiet beach, and through the hair of Linette as she attempted to wrestle her drenched knapsack from its coral snare. She had found a small cove , out of the sight of the large bay, leading into Kingston. There didn't seem to be anyone around but a few crabs basking in the sun. She had only visited Jamaica twice before this and that was only the waters surrounding the beautiful island; however, she was here on a mission this time. She wanted to record the sounds of the famous Calypso drums to add to her newest mix. Everything she had found online was either garbled or fuzzy . Her music had to sound perfect, even if she was the only one going to listen to it. With one last cautious glance she darted from her cover towards a bunch of bushes. In her hurry she hadn't noticed a rather slick rock causing her to tumble head first into the thicket of foliage and scrape her knee at the same time. " Owwwwww" she whined to her self. She could feel the course hot grains of sand getting into the scrape making it burn. The scrape was by no means gonna kill her but it stung like a sea urchins sting. They weren't the most friendly of creatures when you agitated them. With a pout on her face she removed her clothes and audio equipment from there plastic sheath of protection in her knapsack. Everything seemed to be in decent shape from the journey down the coastline. She dawned her favorite aqua blue bikini and wiggled into a pair of shorts to cover her bottoms; she now seemed somewhat presentable to be in public. Despite her hair being a wet string mess falling around her head like jellyfish tentacles.
Putting her headset on to mute out some of the sounds around her she set out of the bushes and walked down the beach towards the bustling city of Kingston. The lush greenery was slowly replaced by concrete and stone. It was late in the morning as she arrived in a fisherman market. The city seemed to be in the full swing of things; fisherman selling there wares on the docks; tourists arriving on cruise liners; and children running around the streets playing." Poor fish" Linette whispered under her breathe as she passed a fisherman's kiosk. The musky smell of the market place was probably number 3 on her worst smells list, but in the puttered stench she could smell the faint aroma a grilled pineapple coming from up ahead. As she searched for the source of this delectable aroma she began to notice people giving her odd glance, even the tourists. "Do I have a starfish on my face" she though to herself and eventually came to the conclusion that it must be her hair. Blue wasn't exactly (normal) by any standards. Approaching the edge of the market she spotted a small beach shack with a grill going and live music. With a *girlish squeal* she jogged towards the shack and found a spot next to the musicians to set up shop. She plopped down in the sand by the band and began recording their music. The sounds of their drums were so amazing that they captivated the young mermaid. Each beat resonating with her soul.
Post by Nathaniel Graham on Jan 14, 2015 2:00:10 GMT -5
It was a fine day. Drew was on vacation with his family somewhere and had recommended to Gram that he take some time off himself. The young man had fully intended to ignore him but had found his apartment feeling somewhat small and rather lonely to work in. Moving to his office hadn't helped things much, so Gram admitted to himself that maybe, just maybe, his friend was right. He could use some time off himself, somewhere tropical.
With a couple business interests developing in Kingston, Nathaniel had found it easy to rationalize traveling there. He'd relax a bit, go to a beach, maybe do a little work here or there. It wasn't as if he'd be procrastinating. Gram would be there on business, officially at least.
Today, Gram found himself on a beach, relaxing while wearing black swimming trunks with gold trim with an unzipped hoodie covering his bare torso. He reclined leisurely, glancing at the waves as he sipped from a water bottle every so often. Out from under a mess of blonde locks barely held in place by an expensive pair of shades that sat up on his head, he watched the screen of his laptop as he ran some final calculations on the small, handheld drone he'd been working on.
It was a small project of the young man's. Nothing too difficult, but he found the work relaxing and enjoyable, unlike some of his more stressful endeavors. Finished, Gram stood and carefully placed his laptop in the small bag lying near him, careful not to foul it with sand as he sealed it away, before launching the drone.
Initially, it seemed to be working. The small drone followed Gram around, even responding to a couple simple voice commands. The young man let out a small exclamation of excitement, a victory cry. There were still some obvious kinks to work out, but he was making progress. That was about when things went wrong.
The drone began flying around erratically, even flying straight for his head. Gram ducked just in time, cursing as it flew off toward the market. He threw on the backpack and slipped into his sandals, sliding the shades onto his face so he wouldn't have to squint to see the drone as it flew off, before running after it. His hoodie felt a little tight in the shoulders, a result of his recent training, but Gram ignored any slight discomfort as he focused his attention on the runaway drone.
Jacket flapping at his sides as he ran, Gram dodged obstacles and people as he made his way through the crowd. As he passed a fisherman's kiosk, the man let out a slight yelp as the drone flew by, followed by Gram. The drone flew towards a shack, starting to lose altitude and the young man followed, stepping up his speed in a futile effort to catch it before it crashed and was potentially damaged.
So intent was he on the drone that Gram only noticed the girl when it crashed into the sand just a few feet from her. Unable to stop at this point, the young man could only yelp as he attempted to slow down, eventually tripping over his own foot into a roll and stopping somewhere between the girl and his drone.
Gram pulled himself into a sitting position as he removed his backpack with a grimace, wiping sand from his face, glancing around for the shades that had come off during his roll. Not paying attention to those nearby who might be staring at him, the young man held his drone in his lap, groaning in dismay as he hoped the machine was not ruined.
For the first time, he looked up to apologize to the girl he'd nearly run over, but the words died in his throat as his eyes traveled to her blue hair and... lower, before quickly glancing away. Gram suddenly felt very self conscious of the embarrassing spectacle he'd made of himself just a moment ago. Brushing sand from his hair, Nathaniel managed to say something.
"My apologies." He said, clinging to the formality of the words. Tearing his eyes from her, Gram looked towards the nearby musicians to include them in his apology, hoping he hadn't disturbed their playing. His eyes returned to the girl. "I'm, uh, not usually so clumsy." The young man felt awkward in a way he hadn't felt since his father had first caught him in a lie, unable to find the proper words.
Post by Linette Nerissa on Jan 14, 2015 9:03:56 GMT -5
Linette was told that a mermaids voice was alluring to all who heard it, but she felt music was more enchanting. If it was good you could feel the raw emotion of the composer or muscians. Her Mic picked up the rhythmic beating of the drums and played it back through her headset. Only breaking her concentration l with the occasional to check that everything was still recording properly Linette was completely oblivious to her surroundings. Until the sounds of gasps and shouts could be heard faintly in the back round of her playback; which also led to the musicians stopping their play.
"What's going on?" She said with slightly confused. With an intrigued glance around the young woman glanced around the crowd. To her shock a young blonde man seemed to be chasing a bird of some kind through the fish market. It was quiet the spectacle to see. That was until he changed direction and started his mad chase towards her.
Linette wasn't sure what to do her body just seemed to lock up in shock at the approaching freight train. Closing her eyes and slightly turning away she braced for the impact, but it never came. Tentatively she looked up only to come eye to eye with the young man. Unbeknownst to her she had turned her mic off while preparing for the hit. So when he said something she could understand I single thing he was saying. She did notice his head turn to the musicians and say something as well.
With a brief pause he then turned back to her and said another thing while fixing his now messy hair. It was a beautiful golden blonde and the sand mixed in it almost made it sparkle.That combined with the lost puppy dog look in his eyes only sufficed to make her giggle, but it didn't seem that he noticed because he'd looked away from her again."Did I do something wrong?" She thought to herself.
It was then she noticed the entire crowds eyes were on her and this young man. She could feel the embarrassment creep into her cheeks; she felt so uncomfortable being the center of attention and with one swift motion she scooped up her stuff and ran down the beach.
Linette stopped when she felt she was a good enough distance away from the crowded are and plopped down on some moss covered rocks. Sticking her toes in the surf she began to quietly sing a lullaby that her mother had taught her when she was little. She thought it was childish but it was one of the few things that could calm her down. She was never going to be a great DJ if she couldn't get used to the attention people gave her. With a sigh she watched the sand dance between her toes as the water retreated. " I hope that guy is ok, I kinda left him there in the middle of everyone....
Last Edit: Jan 14, 2015 12:26:48 GMT -5 by Linette Nerissa: I was gonna be late for work if I finished posting lol
Post by Nathaniel Graham on Jan 14, 2015 15:37:36 GMT -5
Unable to help himself at the sound of the girl's giggles, Nathaniel's cheeks flushed with embarrassment. He looked like such a fool. At that moment, all the young man wanted to do was withdraw to his lab and hide himself away from the world. But no, he shook away the feeling. He was Nathaniel Gram the third, for crying out loud! He wouldn't be intimidated by anyone.
Under the attention of the crowd, the girl with blue hair gathered here things and ran off. Gram climbed to his feet, slinging his pack over his shoulder and dusting his shorts off, trying to reclaim some of his dignity as he glanced coolly at the crowd. Before the girl had run off, the young man had noticed she'd seemed to have been recording the band. A recording I probably ruined, Gram groaned inwardly.
It took the young man only a fraction of a second to decide that he'd rather apologize more fully to the girl than stay behind under the crowd's scrutiny. Drone in hand, Gram ran after her, shouting "Hey! Wait!"
Some distance down the beach, Gram's breath was growing heavy when he spotted her again. Thank the Gods, he thought. Even with his training, Gram still wasn't exactly fit for a marathon. The loose sand underneath his feet certainly wasn't making things any easier. He slowed to a casual walk as he approached the moss covered rocks, lifting his free hand to wave.
Gram almost spoke a greeting as he drew closer but he found himself stopping, head tilting slightly to the side as he listened to her lullaby. It brought up memories, memories of a woman who hummed a tune to calm him down as she cleaned and bandaged the scrape on his knee. They were different, but the same, in a way. The young man closed his eyes, feeling the gentle ocean breeze, and remembered.
Lavender. With one thumb, she reached up to wipe a tear from his face. His expression remained stoic as he fought back anymore tears. Men are tough, his father had told him many times. Are you a man? The question echoed through his head.
There, there, she murmured, giving the bandage a kiss before placing it on his knee. "All better now, little man. How's that?"
He sniffled, "I'm fine." She smiled at that before taking his hand and led him back inside, promising not to tell his father he'd disobeyed. It would be their secret.
Are you a man?
Nathaniel's eyes opened, the memory having come and gone at the speed of thought. The compassion in the memory made him feel uncomfortable and he shifted slightly. Turning his attention back to the girl he'd run after, Gram plopped down some feet from her and attempted a friendly smile, folding his legs underneath himself as he sat his drone down, away from the water.
"I'm sorry for back there," Nathaniel ran on hand through his messy blonde hair, a nervous habit of his, bringing a light dusting of sand down on his nose, nearly causing him to sneeze. "I hope I didn't ruin your recording."
Leaning forward, the young man held out one hand. "Nathaniel Gram, pleased to meet you." Gram greeted her, gathering some of his usual confidence back into his voice
Post by Linette Nerissa on Jan 14, 2015 19:57:24 GMT -5
Linette felt a slight thud beside her and looked to see what it was: to her surprise it was the boy from before. She had been around humans before but never really one on one, it was easy to blend in with the crowd so there was no real point in talking to anyone. She couldn't help but stare at him, he didn't have a very large frame but was in decent shape. Her eyes traced the lines of his well muscled torso up to the golden locks of hair that covered his head. Still a bit sandy from his "adventure" earlier but no less beautiful. Still wandering her eyes fell to the odd metal contraption that he'd set down next to him in the sand. "That must have been what he was chasing earlier" she thought. Continuing her observation her eyes met his and took in the pale green that was there. It reminded her of sea moss covering coral in the great barrier reef. "Wait I'm staring; people don"t normally stare at people like that and the ones that did were called ...... what was the word... aww forget it" she argued in her mind.
It was then she noticed that he was trying to say something again and held out his hand. Tentatively she reached her hand out and shook his. If she remembered correctly this is what she was suppose to do. Taking her hand from his she moved to take her head set off, so she could actually her what he was saying. With a wince it took a minute for her ears to adjust. She could her the crowds on the beach, the wind rustling the palm leaves, even the small children playing in the thick behind them. "I'm Linette, sorry that i left you back there" she blurted out like it was a single word.
Post by Nathaniel Graham on Jan 14, 2015 20:47:05 GMT -5
The young man didn't bat an eye as the girl looked him over, though he did feel the urge to squirm a bit under her gaze. She shook his offered hand, somewhat awkwardly, as if she was unused to such greetings. It didn't really surprise Gram. He was unfamiliar with the local customs, though thankfully the girl didn't seem too offended by his actions so far.
When Linette took off her headphones to tell him her name, Nathaniel's face flushed once more as he realized that she most likely hadn't heard a word he'd said from the time he'd nearly run her over to when he'd told her his name just a moment ago! Again, he felt foolish.
Gram blinked in surprise when she apologized for leaving him back with the crowd. "Um, don't worry about it," He told her. "I actually wanted to apologize to you, for nearly running you over back there. And also, I'm sorry if I ruined your recording with all the commotion I caused." Gram glanced at his drone. That moment of pride he'd felt for it earlier had faded somewhat, but the contraption was still in one piece, a testament to the solidity of his designs, he liked to think.
"I'm Nathaniel Gram, by the way." The young man glanced back towards where they'd come from before looking back at Linette. "So, I gather you're not too fond of crowds?"
Post by Linette Nerissa on Jan 14, 2015 21:19:10 GMT -5
Linette thought it was very sweet that he apologized for ruining her recording. " It's nice to meet you, and don't worry about it; i got everything i needed. It was just nice listening to the music; and no not really..." she quickly jabbered out while attempting to not stare at Nathaniel. She darted her eyes to her toes still dancing in the water, then back up to him; to the palm trees, back to him. This was so awkward, he must think I'm a weirdo Linette thought as she unconsciously twirled her hair around her finger. To give her mind something else to focus on she wrapped her head phones up and put them back into her bag with the rest of her recording gear. Despite being a bit sandy everything seemed to be in good shape.
She saw Nathaniel grimace slightly at the metal contraption that lay by his side: it appeared to be a mini spaceship or something" Do you live here Nathaniel?... Not here in this spot, but here in Jamaica" she said finally locking eyes with him again. It was strange she'd had seen so many people before, but there was something about this boys eyes that just caught her attention; there was a glimmer of intellect about them. "Did you make that, what is it, what is suppose to do?" she gestured to the spaceship still not breaking eye contact with him.
While he turned to grab his spaceship Linette bopped herself on the forehead. Stop staring at him you probably freaking him out she thought while attempting to compose herself, an also hoping that he didn't notice her small fight with herself. She could her the band start playing again in the distance which made her happy.
Post by Nathaniel Graham on Jan 14, 2015 22:10:54 GMT -5
Gram nodded his head, relieved that he hadn't seemed to have inconvenienced her too much. Linette spoke very quickly but he didn't find it as annoying as he might have at one point in his life. The young man simply listened, glancing at her hair occasionally while she fidgeted with it but mostly looking into her eyes. They reminded him of staring into the ocean on a clear sunny day, as if one could almost drown in their depths and be glad for it.
Glancing over his shoulder briefly, the young man looked back at Linette, a confused expression on his face. She kept glancing around, refusing to look at him, and it was making him slightly nervous. "Is something wrong? Am I making you uncomfortable?" Nathaniel asked, scooting back a little in the sand to give her some space, in case he was too close.
When Linette asked him whether or not he lived in Jamaica, the young man shook his head. "No. I live in America." Gram glanced at his drone again. "Right now, I'm here on vacation. Things were getting a bit stressful back home."
"Do you? Live here, I mean?"
Pale green eyes shifted back to look at Linette's blue. The beauty of her eyes almost made him ashamed of his own. Though few would dare say it to his face, Gram's eyes had often been compared to that of a reptile's. Cold and lifeless. He'd never thought so himself, but the hurtful words came back to him as Linette met his gaze.
The young man blinked, realizing she'd asked him about his drone. "I made it. It's a handheld drone, sort of like one of those mini helicopters you can buy as a toy some places. It's supposed to follow me around and answer my voice commands, but," Gram picked up the machine and placed it between them, so she could have a better look at it, "as you can see, there are still some kinks to be worked out." The young man chuckled to himself and smiled.
Gram could hear the band starting back up again, in the distance. It seemed to calm Linette somewhat, from what he could tell. "Sounds like the band is starting up again. Want to go listen?" The young man asked her, thinking it might be a good idea.
Post by Linette Nerissa on Jan 14, 2015 23:01:24 GMT -5
"No I'm from... New York, yes New York" she attempted to sound sure of herself; to little avail. How do you say oh I'm from a cave somewhere in the middle of the ocean where i spent the first 14 years of my life. Linette had never had to really introduce herself to anyone except for her name.
"I'm sorry to hear that things aren't great at home, but I'm sure they'll get better" she said with a smile. " I think you picked a pretty good spot to vacation; the music here is amazing." Linette tucked a few stray strands of hair behind her ear and she noticed gram looking into her eyes. Maybe it wasn't wrong to look someone in the eyes.
It was then that Nathaniel began describing his spaceship; which she had just learned was a drone. She could only understand parts of what he was saying because her most of her trips a shore were spent at a music shop looking for new equipment or at the cafe where she worked at. It was fascinating hearing the gibberish he sputtered.She scooted slightly closer as he continued his spaceship talk. It was only when he mentioned the band that Linette really caught what he was saying.
" I'd love to go listen to them play more" Linette replied trying to contain her excitement. Picking up her knapsack she waited for Nathaniel to lead the way; because it was his idea to head back. As they strolled across the cool sand Linette looked at her watch to check the time, she had roughly 4 more hours before she had to get back into the water. She contemplated a way to sneak off if need be.
Post by Nathaniel Graham on Jan 14, 2015 23:42:35 GMT -5
One of Gram's eyebrows lifted. "Oh? You're from New York? So am I!" The young man smiled, thinking he'd found something in common with Linette.
"Things aren't so bad at home." He shrugged. "Just needed to get away for a while, you know?" The young man stood up and stretched toward the sky before picking up his drone.
Nathaniel looked around, at the clear blue sky, unobstructed by buildings, at the golden sand, out at the ocean, smelling the salty, warm ocean breeze, and back at Linette. "You're right; This place isn't half bad." He smiled at her and closed his eyes. The warm rays of the sun made him feel... Alive, in a way that no artificial lighting and heat in his New York apartment ever could.
He began walking back the way they'd come, towards the music. Turning around, a smile still on his face, he asked in a joking manner, "Are you coming or not?" Gram saw her looking at her watch and wondered if she had to be somewhere soon. It didn't matter, he guessed. Linette's business was her own.
On the walk back, Gram asked. "Do you visit Jamaica often? Have any family here? You certainly seem to like the music."
Post by Linette Nerissa on Jan 15, 2015 14:51:23 GMT -5
His smile on managed to make Lynette giggle. She jogged lightly so she was walking side by side with Nataniel. " No, this is only my second time being here. The fist time I was with my mother... " she trailed off.
*She remembered it like yesterday."Wake up Linette, rise and shine honey"The sun was glistening off the surface of the water revealing the beauty of the shifting sands on the ocean floor. Linette opened her eyes to see her mother floating over her with a warm smile." Come on honey get you fins moving, I've got a surprise for you"*
Shaking herself back to reality, try not to tear up at the memory of her mother.Itd been almost three year since she'd last seen her. Linette looked out at the vast expanse of an ocean; and wondered if she was still alive out there. Grams voice brought her back to the present and the conversation.
"I came down here to record the Calypso drums. Their sound is unique and I thought it work well in the song I'm working on. It's cool that your from New York too. Maybe we've seen each other before" she said feeling a little more at ease. She couldn't remember seeing Gram before but then again she really didn't pay attention to half the people she saw on shore. Her mind usually distracted by ideas for new songs.
As they reached the shanty shack again, no one payed them much attention. The band had resumed playing and the cook was still at his post by the grill. "Looks like they only stare at you if your chasing many spaceships" she smiled at Gram. "So what do you do in New York Nathaniel?, are you some sorta spy or something?" She giggled
Post by Nathaniel Graham on Jan 15, 2015 20:15:44 GMT -5
Nathaniel's smile faded somewhat and he nearly asked Linette what was wrong when she began to tear up slightly after mentioning her mother. The display of emotion made him uncomfortable but his curiosity got the better of him. "Your mother, did she...?" Gram allowed his question to trail off but his tone left no doubt that he was asking if her mother was dead.
Leaving the sensitive topic, he listened to her talk about her reason for being in Jamaica. "You write music?" Gram asked, curious. "Have you written anything I might have heard of?"
The young man doubted he'd seen or met Linette before. Gram didn't exactly do a lot of mixing with the common folk and, unless she was an executive, he doubted they'd ever have had a reason to speak to each other. New York was a large place, the young man hardly stopped to talk to every pretty girl who walked it's streets. Besides, he spent most of his time locked up somewhere, working on his most recent obsession.
As they approached the shack again, Gram looked around for a good place to sit. While Linette listened, he'd probably try to make a few repairs and adjustments to his drone. Talking over the music felt like a challenge the young wasn't quite willing to bother attempting.
Gram cracked a smile at Linette's joke. No one was paying him any attention at the moment, though he noticed a few leers from some men directed at Linette. The young man wouldn't be surprised if any of them walked up to try to hit on her.
"No," he replied, chuckling slightly at her question. "I'm not a spy. I own a company that dabbles in various industries. But this," He gestured to his drone, "This is what I'm most personally interested in. Technology."
"How about you, Linette? How'd you become so interested in music?"
Post by Linette Nerissa on Jan 15, 2015 21:13:08 GMT -5
The band sounded great just like before: Linette was almost tempted to get her recording gear back out; however, she didn't figuring it would be rude to Nathaniel "No; I don't think you have listened to anything of my music, unless you've hacked into my laptop and stole it" she said with a smile, also avoiding the topic of her mother. It took a minute for her to process what he had told her but then it clicked " You own a company?" she said befuddled and felt out of place next to the CEO in front of her.
"So far the only one that I know that's heard my music is well, me. As for your other question it kinda just hit me you know?" She said trying to think of how to describe it.Its not like she was gonna tell him i heard music for the first time after waking up from unconsciousness in a bay in New York.
While attempting to think of the words Linette noticed Gram tinkering with his spaceship , he didn't seem to fond of the music, as well as giving a weird look to some of the tourists sitting no far from them. One of them was fairly tall; seemed very athletic and had raven feather hair.Not to mention the fact he was staring at her. He looked away when he saw her looking back and the friends he was with seemed to be encouraging or something.
Still looking at the boy she said " There was one night that I was by the beach and I stumbled across a big party. People were cheering, dancing, drinking and enjoying life, but there was also a DJ playing." She paused to look back at Gram who still seemed preoccupied with his Spaceship. " The music he was playing was amazing, I could feel the bass of the song resonating in my bones. While the rest of the music flowed through my heart. From then on I've always wanted to be a DJ" she said finishing her story.
"What got..." she was cut off. "Excuse me miss; I'm Tyler and i was wondering if you'd like to dance" the boy said with teeth glistening in the sunlight. What was going on today; normally people just left her alone, but now it seemed like everyone wanted to talk to her. "I'm sorry i don't know how." She said shyly. Unconsciously twirling her her and biting her lip after she responded. Which only made the boy smile. "Don't worry I'll teach you" he said holding out his hand.
Linette took it; trying not to be rude. As she walked away she kept giving Nathaniel a pleading look of help.
Post by Nathaniel Graham on Jan 15, 2015 22:49:34 GMT -5
"More specifically, I own an international conglomerate than owns several smaller companies." Nathaniel, keeping his voice casual as if it wasn't that big of a deal, though he secretly hoped to impress her. Although the young man seemed somewhat preoccupied with his drone, he listened to Linette as she spoke, replying when appropriate.
When Linette spoke of how music just hit her, Gram nodded his head. "Ever since I was a young child, technology has interested me. I took to engineering like a fish to water, I suppose." He'd done many things with his skills since then. Some of his accomplishments were great and they'd revolutionized his field. Others had ruined people's lives.
Not meaning to be rude to Linette, Gram shook some of the sand from where it had collected inside his drone before making some minor repairs to the rotors. That done, he was taking out his laptop to make some modifications to the programming, the music of the band a distant sound in the back of his head while he spoke with Linette, when one of the men who'd been leering earlier, the tall one with hair every bit as dark as Gram's was light.
Even Gram was surprised by the intensity of the jealousy he'd felt when the other man had asked Linette to dance. He decided to do something about it.
The man started to drag Linette off to dance, though Gram noticed she didn't seem to be fighting him overly much. He nearly flushed from embarrassment when he realized what an ass he'd been being, working while they talked. Nathaniel found himself on his feet, drone and laptop temporarily forgotten, as he walked over to Linette and the man, her pleading glance fixed in his mind.
"Don't worry, Linette," the young man's actions surprised even him as he deftly stole her hand from the taller man's. "I'll show you a step or two." With that, Gram easily put himself between the girl and the other man, a warm smile on his face, none of his body language showing that he acknowledged the other male's existence, though the young man hadn't forgotten him.
Post by Linette Nerissa on Jan 15, 2015 23:47:07 GMT -5
Linette was shocked to feel Gram tug her hand free of Tylers. She felt a veil of relief fall over her for a brief moment. Only to be replaced by a the rising tide of panic in her stomach; she really didn't have a clue how to dance. " What if i step on his toes or trip him up. Even worse i trip and fall?!" The urge to run away began tugging at her heart strings and she almost did until she looked up and saw Nathaniel's smile. It put her at ease slightly.
The relief was short live, for Tyler didn't seem to happy about being interrupted; "Hey buddy, I was about to dance with her wait your turn. Besides why would she dance with a pencil neck like you?" An ooooooo resonated from Tyler's "bros" who had notice the altercation. Linette wasn't sure what to do, her fight and flight instincts seemed to be frozen in a glacier that wasn't moving anywhere soon.
Despite Tyler's rude remark Gram didn't seem to pay him any mind at all; which Linette thought was strange. That didn't seem to help the situation at all. Tyler stepped between her and Gram " Hey buddy, I'm talking to you. You think your better than me huh? why don't you prove it" Tyler mocked while putting his fists up.
The crowd around the them began to circle around waiting for the fight to ensue. Linette felt absolutely sick; not only was she being fought over but there was a crowd of spectators watching. The attention was just to much for her to deal with. "Please stop" she pleaded with Tyler but he just pushed aside. Her stomach was getting tight and she fell to her knees and through up in front of everybody. Linette felt the tears coming and could do nothing but hide her face in her hands. She couldn't help it...
