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Post by Embry Call on Dec 21, 2008 21:14:00 GMT -5
Embry's own bright smile appeared and his shoulders shook slightly as Isabelle laughed at his debut as a Quileute Animal Expert. He was glad he hadn't made an ass of himself, though the girl was making him nervous and it was probably why he had resorted on such a lame joke. Before he chided himself more on his dorkyness, Isabelle trumped him when she snorted mid-laugh. This made Embry laugh even harder, his face deepening in color.
He was happy to see that she was interested in hanging out. He nodded enthusiastically and parted a small mound of rocks by his foot, still looking for his bearatee. "Definitely," he encouraged her. "And don't worry, if you snort in front of my friends, they'll make sure you never forget it," he told her with a fond smile as he mentioned his friends. Jake and Quil were sure to like this girl.
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Post by Isabelle LeBlue on Dec 21, 2008 21:47:13 GMT -5
Isabelle smiled, “That’s what I’m afraid of.” she admitted. Isabelle stopped to look at him for a moment. In the dark there wasn’t much to see. She could just about make out his facial features. She was glad it was darker now, either was he would have been able to see the flush in her cheeks. As If she needed any more embarrassment. She was glad he hadn’t really made fun of her for her demonstration of dorkdom.
She resumed the search now, almost tripping over a log that was much smaller than the rest. She caught herself, and shook her head. Glad he hadn’t seen that, at least she hoped he didn’t. “Do you have a girlfriend?” she asked nonchalantly. At least to him it would seem that way. This time she was staring at the stones for a different reason. She pushed aside a few small rocks in hopes of finding a small wooden object.
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Post by Embry Call on Dec 21, 2008 22:14:42 GMT -5
Embry's smile turned into more of a conspiratorial smirk. While he was the quieter one of the trio, Embry still left his mark as one of their friends and always gave as much of the teasing as he took. Of course, he would pretend to be chivalrous if they decided to pick on her, but he would also probably be the first to tease her. His other foot tapped another small mound of rocks, and he bent down to inspect those as well to return empty-handed again.
He had turned away from her as he bend down to inspect an abnormally long rock, when he stopped dead in surprise. The sides of his mouth tugged slightly upward and he felt the heat of bashfulness flood his face again. "Uh... no, I don't," he admitted to her. She sounded like it was a casual question just to make conversation, but he still wondered it was that question out of the many that she could have asked. "I haven't had one in a few months." He wasn't sure what to say from there. Was he supposed to ask her the same thing? It seemed logical as it was embarrassing. But he was entirely out of ideas. "You?" he said, trying to match the casual tone she'd asked him.
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Post by Isabelle LeBlue on Dec 21, 2008 22:47:02 GMT -5
Isabelle let out a breath of relief. She would have felt really dumb, if within the next few minutes a girl showed up giving her evil looks. Isabelle didn’t have many friends, but even if she did, girls weren’t her favorite. Most were just too catty. She really didn’t have the patience for that. Which was the original reason her father had put her in Kung Fu, to learn discipline. Now it was just something that he actually enjoyed seeing her do.
She laughed at his question. It seemed natural to ask, but asking her was a joke. “Nope, never have.” she admitted. She picked up an odd shaped rock and inspected it closely. It sort of looked like a bearatee but more like a whale with a touch of sea otter, if it wasn’t stone she would have asked if that were it. She continued searching through the debris on the silent beach.
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Post by Embry Call on Dec 22, 2008 0:12:06 GMT -5
Embry's own relief washed over when she said that she hadn't had one. Perhaps it was too early to get his hopes up, especially since he didn't know her too well, but it was a start. But at the same time, he felt stupid for sounding like he was in between girlfriends or something weird like that. He didn't want her to think that he went from girl to girl all the time. He was suddenly as preoccupied with their search as she was.
Embry had had his share of awkward moments in his life thus far, but he'd yet to feel as uncomfortable and unprepared as he did this moment. They had gotten off to such a good start that it seemed that they'd expended their conversation. "Damn," he mumbled to himself before realizing that it may have been too loudly. "I don't think we'll be able to find it, it's just too dark," he said quickly, hoping he had recovered in time.
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Post by Isabelle LeBlue on Dec 22, 2008 0:31:36 GMT -5
Isabelle’s eye brows pulled together as she lifted small fragments of wood, pebbles, small rocks, shells and clumps of sand. It would make a lot more sense if they just searched for it tomorrow, in the day light. But she wouldn’t open her mouth to say it. She was enjoying the company too much. She only hoped he felt the same, and she hadn’t creeped him out, or something of the sort. Had she asked about a girlfriend to soon? It was just a question right? She heard him mutter damn under his breath, and she felt her hope shatter through her ribcage, past her stomach and into her foot.
“Oh,” she said glad that it didn’t seem to be her he was upset about. “I’m sorry,” she said meekly. “I can help you look tomorrow If you still really want to find it,” she offered. She brushed the sand off of her hands and onto her blue jeans, before pulling her hair back into a pony tail. “So besides carving random creatures, any other hobbies?” she asked trying to keep what ever was left from their convo going. If he wanted to end it he could. But she gave him a fleeting chance to spare it. After all maybe he wasn’t having such a bad time either.
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Post by Embry Call on Dec 22, 2008 22:17:19 GMT -5
Embry smiled softly when the girl offered to help her the next day. He hadn't realized that by giving up the search, he was cutting this introduction short way before than he would have liked. But her offer had given him a chance to see her again, which pleased him to know that she would like to. "Yea, we might go blind trying to find it in the dark. Tomorrow sounds good, if you're up for it." He didn't want to sound pushy, but the thought of seeing her the next day made him a little giddy. "It's a long shot, but hopefully we'll find it."
He mirrored her movements and brushed off any debris he'd collected while trying to find his craft on the pebbled beach. He knew the salty breeze of the night would take care of any sand he hadn't caught. He smiled when she changed subjects before they fell into an awkward silence again. "I dunno... random stuff I guess. Me and my best friends like to mess around with cars and motorcycles. My friend Jacob is building a Volkswagen from scraps." He didn't know if she was into cars or not, but there wasn't much to his simple life. School, engines and the beach. He was sure that he was boring compared to her friends from Brazil and stuff.
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Post by Isabelle LeBlue on Dec 22, 2008 22:42:23 GMT -5
Isabelle smiled and nodded. “Okay, just let me know what time we should meet up.” She blushed, realizing she may have made it sound too much like a date or something. She was watching her wording to everything she said, which was truly difficult for her. After all she kind of faulted the filter that kept you from saying things that ‘shouldn’t’ be said. She looked up at the moon hoping he wouldn’t notice how excited the thought made her of getting to see him again. He was really cute, and kind of sweet. At once she felt more at ease about him not having a girlfriend, at least she could flirt without feeling guilty, that is if she could muster of the guts to do so.
“Really? That’s awesome!” she exclaimed. She didn’t know much about cars or motorcycles except they got you from point A to point B. But it was still pretty cool. He hadn’t asked her but she offered the information, “I do Kung Fu, and sing.” She smiled as she thrusted her hands into her pockets.
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Post by Embry Call on Dec 22, 2008 23:06:57 GMT -5
His own enthusiasm sparked when he thought he heard it in her own voice. It sounded like she was looking forward to seeing him the next day, which amazed Embry. Sure, he had a lot of girls that were friends, and he'd had a girlfriend before, but no one this pretty had talked to him this excited; he hadn't thought he had been that interesting anyway. "I guess, around 10am?" he suggested. It was early enough so that maybe he could push his luck and spend a good chunk of the day with her, but still late enough so that he could sleep in late. She was cool and laid back, which only drew him more to her apart from the obvious beauty and humor.
"Kung Fu?" he asked, his brows peaking in interest. "So you can kick my ass if i made you mad?" He smirked playfully, sitting down on the nearest driftwood near them, biting on the chance that she would join him. "The car this is just a hobby, but I guess we all got pretty good at it since we spend so much time on it," he told her modestly.
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Post by Isabelle LeBlue on Dec 22, 2008 23:40:36 GMT -5
Isabelle twirled her chestnut brown curl around her finger. “10 it is,” she agreed. Attempting and failing rather miserably to hide how eager she felt. She was about ready to quit trying to fake it, hiding her emotions was a lot harder than most people could imagine. At least for her it was. She was glad he had chosen 10, she wouldn’t have to wake up crazy early, and if she was lucky maybe he might still like her in the light, she smiled mentally at the fact the moon and stars were all that kept her features alight in the darkness. Tomorrow she was going to have a hard time hiding her rosy cheeks.
She nodded, “My dad originally put me in it to help my klutzyness,” she admitted, “but yeah I’m a trained killer, can’t you tell?” she joked. “I’ve been doing it though forever,” she didn’t want to intimidate him, after all didn’t guys like to think they were indestructible? She smiled and took a seat beside him on the log, making sure not to sit too close and invade his personal space.
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Post by Embry Call on Dec 24, 2008 2:24:50 GMT -5
Embry found himself pleased that she'd agreed so quickly to meet him the next day, but it also coincided with his increasing anxiety. This had been a chance encounter, random and unplanned. Embry hadn't had the chance to think anything over, it was either talk, interact, and answer on the spot or end up supplying an irreparable amount of awkwardness. The spontaneity actually worked to his advantage, he could usually think better on his feet and was a better reflection of his personality. By tomorrow at 10am, he would have review this night's events and conversation, and chided himself at every spurt of dorkyness he'd exposed to the pretty girl he'd bumped into at the beach. By the time he met up with her again, he'd be a nervous wreck and thoroughly embarrassed, showing that the blush under his russet skin was actually visible despite its dark tone.
He tried not to think about it just yet, and tried to at least have the night as a good first impression to make up for whatever happened the next day. Trying to occupy his hands so he didn't appear nervous, he tucked them into the pockets of his hoodie and angled himself towards Isabelle, lessening the distance between them by just a fraction. "Well, I promise not to mess with you, then," he said, interested, "but I have to admit that I'd want to see you knock someone out. Maybe I'll volunteer one of my friends." He laughed softly, imagining Quil or Jacob getting beat up by a girl. Honestly, he wasn't sure they'd complain if it was by Isabelle. It suddenly made him more inclined to volunteer himself instead. "Can you like chop this log into pieces or something in a mad ancient Kung Fu rage?" he asked her, knocking on their seat, teasing lightly. He found it hard to believe that such a girl would, first, be clumsy, and second, be able to apply enough force to hurt another person.
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Post by Isabelle LeBlue on Dec 24, 2008 2:47:47 GMT -5
Isabelle grinned, she hadn’t thought he would think of a girl knowing that kind of thing as cool. After all it was mostly boys that were in her class, so whenever there were sparring sessions she was forced to show off. Other wise they would be too easy on her, like she was made of porcelain or something. That always ticked her off, and their facial expressions if she’d won were snap shot worthy.
“It’s not like that,” she giggled. “Hurting someone is to be considered a last resort,” she admitted. “Other wise, I’d be nothing but a bully, but breaking wood, is no problem. The only thing that kind of stumps me is cinder blocks.” The last part was more of an after thought spoken aloud. She kind of wondered if that made her sound like some kind of she-man, she bit her lip. Wishing she hadn’t been so honest. “Not like I just go around breaking things,” she said nervously as if to try to compensate for the random fact she had blurted out.
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Post by Embry Call on Dec 24, 2008 3:45:50 GMT -5
Embry smiled widely at her response. If she could seriously chop this log they were sitting on, it would probably be the coolest thing he'd ever seen. He wondered if she would think that he was really weird if he asked for a demonstration, but decided that perhaps some other day would be better, if at all. He had to laugh at the notion of her being a bully though. She didn't look the type, but then again he hadn't expected her to know Kung Fu in the first place. "Well, the next time I need to build a fire, I'll look for you for a hand on getting enough wood," he teased. "Cinder blocks aren't very flammable, so I think we're safe there. But if ever need the crust off my sandwiches to be taken off, I'll give you a call." Embry pretended to look up at the bird that had left them behind, trying to find the will to just shut up. His first defense mechanism when he got nervous, and most reliable one, was a lame source of humor. If he could just control his mouth, maybe he would stop making really bad jokes.
"So, how are you related to the Quileutes?" he asked curiously. He wasn't technically a Quileute himself, but the tribe had welcomed him and his mom as one of their own. Everyone knew each other and they had thrived on the close sense of community.
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Post by Isabelle LeBlue on Dec 25, 2008 0:39:21 GMT -5
Isabelle laughed at the thought of her splitting wood to build fires. Made her feel like a kung fu knowing cave woman. She shook her head smiling still at the fact he wanted her to break things, show off her less girly attribute. It was still a surprise. She grinned and looked down at the sand. She picked up a broken shell and write her name in a large loopy cursive. Her “I” had a heart instead of the usual dot, a habit she had gotten into a long time ago.
She turned back to face him after underlining the coiled letters. “My Mom, Raven, she was a Quilette,” Issy responded with a gentle smile. The memories she had of her mother always sent a wave of warmth through her veins. The thought of her father though, had quite the opposite affect. “How about you?” she asked. “Have any brothers and sisters?” The moon light seemed to illuminate his features more from this angle and she could see him much more clearly. She bit her lip as she realised he was more attractive than she had originally given him credit for. That made her roughly three times more nervous.
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Post by Embry Call on Dec 25, 2008 14:17:40 GMT -5
Embry couldn't help but return the smile she had given him. He felt stupid for not being able to play it cool, but it seemed she hadn't noticed it so far. He watched her spell her name out into the sand, grinning at her embellished "I". It was such a girly thing to do as opposed to chopping wood with your bare hands. It just made her seem more interesting, like she had many of these interesting quirks.
He mentally kicked himself for asking about her family. He should have known that she would return the inquiry. It's not like Embry was embarrassed, not at all. It was just how people responded to it, like they were sorry for him. "I don't have any siblings," he said, answering the easier question first. After a small pause where he debated how to say it, he looked up with a proud grin. "My mom and I are actually Makah. We moved to La Push before she gave birth." He always delivered the information with pride and a lighthearted tone. It wasn't a big deal. He was Makah, and yet he was Quilete. La Push was his home.
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