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Post by Thoroughbred on Jan 11, 2012 21:41:08 GMT -5
"Why, what's wrong with boys?" Summer asked nonchalantly, without looking up at Cara as she pulled out a light blue, sparkly nail polish. She had selected this particular color to look wintery-festive. The nail polish color reminded her of snow. Without pulling out any paper towels to protect her bedding from nail polish, she carefully began to paint her toenails. "I have a wicker basket on my desk full of nailpolish if you want to paint your nails. Seriously, help yourself, I probably have ever color of Essie nail polish available in there," she said. She bobbed her head back and forth to Quiet by Lights, which was now playing off of her phone's built in speakers.
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Post by Cara-Jean Kitchi on Jan 11, 2012 22:46:00 GMT -5
Cara sighed and shrugged her shoulders, not quite sure how to explain what she had said. "I don't feel comfortable around males." She confessed softly. "I..." She broke off, knowing that saying anything else would just open up a bag of worms. "Have you ever been in a crowded room and still felt alone?"
She glanced over she shoulder at the mention of nail polish and shook her head. "Thank you, but no. I don't do the whole make-up thing. I guess it's from always being on show that it's nice not to have to paint myself up when I'm not in some competition or another." She owned make-up, she wore it when she as at gymnastic meets, ice skating competitions, ballet recitals, she just chose not to wear it when she wasn't on display.
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Post by Thoroughbred on Jan 12, 2012 16:39:52 GMT -5
"Well...yeah, but what does that have to do with guys?" Summer asked, assuming Cara was going to go on and talk about a crush or an ex boyfriend or something like that. She finished painting the toes of her left foot.
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Post by Cara-Jean Kitchi on Jan 13, 2012 15:51:42 GMT -5
Cara sighed and closed her eyes. "I have trust issues with men, any male really, I have not yet met one that hasn't..." She broke off, knowing that f she said any more she'd be digging a very deep hole for herself. She turned back and gave the girl a pained look. "I'm sorry."
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Post by Thoroughbred on Jan 16, 2012 17:22:15 GMT -5
Summer felt sorry for Cara; it was evident in her pale blue eyes. She leaned a little closer towards Cara, still sitting on the bed. "That hasn't what?" Summer asked softly and blinking.
(ooc: sorry for the short post; it's just harder to add description to a thread that's mainly dialogue)
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Post by Cara-Jean Kitchi on Jan 17, 2012 4:58:21 GMT -5
Cara turned back toward the window once more, working through her head on how to answer the elder girl's question as honestly as possible, but without getting herself in trouble. She finally shrugged her shoulders. "I've never met a male that hasn't given me a reason to trust them." She replied. She didn't even know if Summer would believe her even if she told the truth, or if the other girl would just passher off as an attention seeker.
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