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Post by Dominic Wesley Briscoe on Aug 9, 2013 22:42:17 GMT
The walk to the amalgamation of trees that Dominic had his dark eyes set on was short, and he quickly found himself at the base of a large maple. His back rested against it, and he crossed his arms against his chest as he debated what to say. "Tell me about yourself" was perhaps one of the hardest things to really answer - what sort of information did you tell someone when they asked that? It wasn't a job interview, he wasn't about to start listing off his strengths and weaknesses. But she wasn't exactly his friend, either - he wasn't going to start telling her his life story.
"Well, my name's Dominic Briscoe," he started, deciding to just go for the basics. "I'm nineteen, I live with my best friend in the same building as you and I'm currently going to Westridge College for graphic design. September marks the start of my second year. Why don't you tell me about yourself?" He suggested, playfully giving her a suggestive glance before grinning and laughing it off. Hopefully she knew how to take a joke.
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Post by Aria May Wright on Aug 9, 2013 22:52:56 GMT
Well, she now knew his full name so Aria felt like she could probably give up any idea of him trying to rape her or something. Though she'd been wary at first, he didn't seem like the type to worry about in the first place, but you never can be too careful with people. She sat by the base of the tree, legs crossed and hands held together between her knees. She looked up at Dominic, who had opted to stand right against the trunk.
"Well.. My name's Aria Wright. I just turned eighteen, just graduated from Westridge High in June and I'm staying out of school for a little while. Like you, I live in the Red Oak apartment building, and like you I live with my best friend." She let out a small laugh at that similiarity - what coincidences there were between her and Dominic. "Uh, I work at HMV and I really like music. I don't know what I want to go to college for just yet, but I have the rest of my life to figure out what I want to do with it, you know? You don't have to know everything just yet."
The last bit was more a remark to herself than talking to him. It was something she tried to live by - she was barely more than a kid. She couldn't even drink or smoke legally yet, not that she did or wanted to, but still. Aria could tell that she still had the rest of her life ahead of her, and right now she wasn't going to know what her life situation and her personality and what she'd want to do thirty years down the line. She wouldn't until she was their, either.
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Post by Dominic Wesley Briscoe on Aug 9, 2013 22:57:02 GMT
Dominic was attentive, willingly receptive to hear what Aria had to say about herself. He let out a chuckle as well when she brought up the odd similarities between them, and smiled when she said that she didn't know what she wanted to do with her life just yet, but was okay with that. It was one of the truest things that he'd ever head, and as much as he knew it, she had been the first person he'd ever heard say it out loud. He had a lot of respect for someone who could be so calm and collected about not having that sort of thing together.
Given that she'd sat down, the nineteen year old figured that it was probably best if he did as well. Dom sat just like she had, legs crossing with the hands between the knees, except he kept his own hands un-clenched.
"Music, huh?" He commented, deciding that would be a good topic to bond on. Or, at least, converse. "I'm more a rock person, what about you?"
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Post by Aria May Wright on Aug 10, 2013 2:11:18 GMT
"Rock's great," Aria agreed after Dominic came down to the same level as her. "And metal, but definitely rock. Pop punk is a thing of mine. Ugh, yes." She rolled her eyes back in to her head and let out an exaggerated moan about the topic. She unlatched her hands, resting each on one side of her and a smile on her face. It was evident that she was starting to open up to him, she was more relaxed and putting herself in to more vulnerable positions. She was remaining alert yes, but not early as much as before.
"Do you play anything?" She asked, her torso leaning forward a little as she asked.
(muse is dead right now ;_;)
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Post by Dominic Wesley Briscoe on Aug 10, 2013 5:08:31 GMT
Metal wasn't really his thing, but Dominic could handle it - music was music, after all. As long as it wasn't blatantly bad, auto-tuned complete shit, Dom could handle it. He often enjoyed pretty much every type of music, too. However, rock, especially the older stuff, was a favourite of his. He didn't play any sort of instrument, though - he was good with computers, not instruments. In fact, he was completely terrible with instruments and had dropped out of music in grade nine because of how miserably he failed at playing any sort of instrument. Not that he'd been any better at art.
"No," he admitted, eyeing the ground with a sheepish gaze momentarily. "What about you?"
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Post by Aria May Wright on Aug 10, 2013 5:26:29 GMT
"I play guitar," Aria told him, clambering to her feet as she decided to move closer to Dominic and sit beside him. So that was what she did, taking a spot on his left side, slightly in front of him so that she could angle herself to look at him properly. "I'm not good at it, but I'm learning. It's really fun, once the strings stop hurting your fingers." Gray-green eyes glanced up at the low-hanging branches above her head, just a couple inches out of reach if she were standing up.
"You should try sometime," she suggested, pausing for a moment and then looking up as something came in to her head. "You said that you're in a graphic design program, right? That means you're good with computers?" Graphic design and IT were quite different things, but her laptop had been buggy the last couple weeks and Aria was desperately hoping to find a way to fix it. Maybe this kid would work - maybe that was why he'd approached her this day. It was fate. Her laptop would be saved.
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Post by Dominic Wesley Briscoe on Aug 10, 2013 5:32:48 GMT
Dominic kept a close eye on her when Aria stood up, half convinced when she did that she was about to leave. It was a pleasant surprise when she didn't, and instead moved closer to him. He held back a smile at that, pleased to see how she seemed to be warming up to him. He let out a nervous chuckle when she had what seemed to be an epiphany about his major.
"I work with images, not computers," he answered. "I'm a designer, not a geek. Why do you ask?" He figured she probably had some sort of computer issue - and of course the guy who can use photoshop must know how to do everything with computers. She probably thought he was a major geek at this point - great. That wasn't the vibe that he was trying to give off. Sure, he knew some stuff but not enough to be classified as a computer geek. His roommate, Elijah, probably knew just about everything there was to technology, though. He wasn't even nerdy, just quiet and didn't do anything with his life.
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Post by Aria May Wright on Aug 10, 2013 5:37:33 GMT
Aria let out a disappointed sigh when Dominic said that he didn't know computer stuff. Well, he hadn't said that exactly, but it sounded implied. That was what she got for assuming, it seemed. When he asked what she needed, she figured she would give her problem a shot anyways, just in case. For all she knew, she needed something really obvious done with her laptop that even a child could fix.
"Well, my laptop's running really slow and buggy over the last couple weeks," she told him, doing her best not to get too hopeful. "I have no idea what happened to it."
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Post by Dominic Wesley Briscoe on Aug 11, 2013 0:39:58 GMT
"Well I can check it out for you if you want," Dominic decided to offer. "And if I can't figure out what's wrong with it, I can ask Eli to take a look at it. He probably wouldn't mind." He would mind the sudden intrusion, probably, he was a bit of a sulky lonerish kid, but he would do whatever work needed to be done to Aria's laptop without an issue. Dominic couldn't even remember how many times he'd fixed up something that was wrong with his.
Stop watching so much porn, he'd suggested after the last time. Yeah right, there was no way that porn actually gave your computer viruses. Well, it could, but you'd have to be pretty stupid about it.
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Post by Aria May Wright on Aug 11, 2013 0:42:24 GMT
"Thank you!" Aria's gray-green eyes went wide and a grin formed on her face as she leaned over and wrapped her arm around Dominic's wide shoulders. "You're the best!" She exclaimed, suddenly releasing him when she'd realized what she'd been doing. Retreating back to her own personal space, she continued to speak.
"But yeah. Thanks. A lot. It probably sounds like a stereo-typical female to not know what's going on with my computer, but it's seriously irking me."
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Post by Dominic Wesley Briscoe on Aug 11, 2013 0:46:54 GMT
Dominic let out a laugh, returning the hug when Aria initiated and releasing her the instant that she pulled away from it, startled look on her face. "It's fine, no problem at all," he said to her, giving her a half smile before glancing up at the tree branches.
"I'm climbing this tree," he told her as he climbed to his feet. He hooked his hand up to the lowest branch, just within his reach, and used his feet to propel him up the trunk until he could use his upper body strength to lift himself on to it.
"You coming?" He asked, crouched on the lowest branch. He offered one hand down to her, using the other to keep himself steady. She'd probably think he was nuts now, but oh well - the scenery was better from off the ground.
And Dominic just really liked to climb trees.
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Post by Aria May Wright on Aug 11, 2013 1:03:39 GMT
At first the look at Aria gave Dominic when he clambered his way in to the oak was quizzical, but a soft smile quickly replaced the confused look as she climbed to her feet as well. "Of course I am," she said, like it was completely obvious that she would be. Rather than taking his hand, she lept up to grab the lowest branch, which was only a couple inches out of her reach normally, and made her way in to the branches in a manner quite similar to the way Dominic had.
She manouvered her body awkwardly in to the branch next to Dominic, ducking her head between two branches and seating herself there. She held on to the higher branch, which was about even with her chest, and rested her chin on her arms. "You, uh, like trees huh?" She said, letting out a small laugh as she did so.
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Post by Dominic Wesley Briscoe on Aug 11, 2013 1:14:07 GMT
Dominic shuffled back away from the trunk of the tree to allow Aria access to the branches when she decided to climb up instead of taking his boost. He adjusted his position, moving to have one leg straddling each side of the thick branch supporting him. By the time that he'd finished adjusting, Aria had gracefully made her way to the branch beside him, pretty little face peering at him from above her arms. He held back another smile.
"Of course I love trees," he told her, stating it with the same level of joking 'shouldn't that be obvious' that she had used on him just previously. "What? Do you not like trees? 'Cause you're welcome to be a party pooper and stay on the ground, Ms. Aria."
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Post by Aria May Wright on Aug 11, 2013 1:24:38 GMT
"Did you just call me a party pooper?" Aria asked, recoiling slightly and giving him an incredulous expression in a joking manner. "I am far from a 'party pooper', Mr. Dominic," she returned, half-heartedly kicking the side of his calf. A fake pout formed on her face. "How dare you say such a thing."
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Post by Dominic Wesley Briscoe on Aug 11, 2013 1:31:16 GMT
"Yes. Yes I did," Dominic affirmed, pleased to see that Aria had really seemed to start being comfortable with him. There they were, in a tree, laughing and teasing like they were old friends. It was a situation he could appreciate, as he was quite interested in getting to know more about the soon-to-be familiar young woman beside him.
"Do you have a problem with that?" Dominic questioned, eyebrows raised, as he playfully returned the slight kick to her leg - except even lighter, because her legs were void of fabric and he didn't want to accidentally make her lose her balance and fall out of the tree. Internally, he shivered at just the idea of that - god, what would he even do if that happened? What if that happened and she got really hurt? Call an ambulance, of course, but still - the idea was absolutely horrendous.
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