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Post by Megara on Jun 10, 2009 4:07:34 GMT -5
The Polynesian resort part of Disney ranked among Meg's favourites. There was always the smell of food, mingled with the delicate scents of the vibrant flowers that bloomed all around the place. They were so bright that they mad your eyes hurt, but in the cool evening their colours were somewhat muted. She was sitting on a bench, tucked out of the way of the tourists and holidaymakers, quite content in this mini paradise.
There was nothing much on her mind, nothing really to do than just sit here, so she closed her eyes for a moment, allowing herself to relax and calm after the events of today. Which had been...nothing. Why was life so suddenly boring? |
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Post by Panchito on Jun 11, 2009 18:02:44 GMT -5
Panchito spied a pretty girl sitting on a bench all alone. Bueno, he thought to himself, that was a good thing, for the girl to be alone. Good for him, at least.
She was partly hidden by foliage, but where pretty girls all alone were concerned, Panchito had radar.
He plucked a pink flower from a bush and handed it to her with a tip of his sombrero. "Perdón, lovely lady, have we no met before?"
It wasn't just a line; he remembered seeing her on the beach once, although she barely spoke to him then. She was, as he recalled, with a huge muscular hombre, Hercules, who had later become a friend of his.
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Post by Megara on Jun 13, 2009 6:46:11 GMT -5
There was a slight rustling of bushes to the side of her, presumably someone else. Meg glanced that way, and then closed her eyes again. She highly doubted whether anyone would find her spot. Then someone spoke, a male voice. Meg sighed. Here we go again...
No, I- She began in her cynical tone as she opened her eyes and her gaze rested on the character before her. Well, she had actually met him before. Oh. I guess we have met before. She said in surprise. Thanks. She took the flower, sitting a little more upright and shifted along the bench slightly. Remind me of the name? She asked. It was something Spanish she was sure... |
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Post by Panchito on Jun 13, 2009 13:45:01 GMT -5
So far so good. She took the flower and didn't ask him to leave.
"My name is Panchito. And yours? I am sure it must be a lovely name."
He tried to read the emotion behind those violet eyes. Panchito had never seen violet eyes before, except once, in San Salvadore. Her name was Lolita...but I digress.
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Post by Megara on Jun 18, 2009 8:59:46 GMT -5
Meg raised an eyebrow. Men were so confusing to read. It's Megara. Or just Meg. She said dryly, putting the flower next to her. She studied him again. Now where have I seen you before? She said, frowning, tilting her head slightly. |
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Post by Panchito on Jun 18, 2009 21:13:11 GMT -5
Should he remind her? Should he say, 'I whistled at you on the beach when you were with your handsome and muscle-man boyfriend' ?
Hmmm, maybe not...after all, Hercules was gone, and, as the Yankees say: All is fair in love and...well, after love, what else mattered?
"Perhaps we have meet only in a dream."
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