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Post by Holly Short on Feb 15, 2007 21:44:03 GMT -5
Holly is in her flat getting ready for the only night she gets off, and the thing is. She's going out with Chix! Holly never wears a dress, so just goes in jeans and a tee-shirt, not very lady like fashion. But the reason why she is going out with him, is the fact that he was nice to her and brought her back to life in the infrimary.
"Well, here goes nothing." She say to herself. "I'm here Chix, are you ready?"
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Post by Chix Verbil on Feb 15, 2007 23:03:23 GMT -5
[glow=green,5,300]Despite the fact that Chix is probably the biggest flirt in Haven City, he finds himself a bit panicky tonight. True, he's been on dates before, but this isn't just any date. This is a date with Captain Holly Short. The last thing he wants to do is blow it. If anything, he hopes to impress her. Although this might prove to be a bit difficult as he is forbidden to fly--doctor's orders. Flying could pull a stitch in his side. Just to be sure he wouldn't fly, Dr. Cumulus has secured a special wing clip custom-designed for sprites like Chix.
"Man, this thing itches," he mutters, trying to reach an itch under the clip, "If I have to wear this thing for another month, I'll go berzerk."
He pushes the dreadful thought aside and instead focuses on what lay ahead--a fun evening with Captain Holly Short. After a quick shot of all-natural aftershave, he sniffs his armpits to make sure he smells appealing, then heads outside. On his way to Holly's flat to pick her up, he pauses to pick a few flowers off some old pixie's bush. The pixie shouts at him from her front porch and waves her cane in a threatening manner, but either Chix is too stupid to realize she's angry, or he's ignoring it altogether.
"Thank you, ma'am," he salutes her, then raps his knuckles on Holly's front door, stepping back to brush himself off and straighten his outfit one last time.[/glow]
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Post by Holly Short on Feb 15, 2007 23:11:30 GMT -5
"Chix, you came. I'm glad you arrived, this night was getting boring. So what do you wanna do? Do wanna do Spud's Spud Imporium? Or what else?
Holly was a bit nervous, after all this is her first date. And she can't bear the thought of blowing it. So she hugged Chix and walked down the steps of the flat, she wanted to give him something in return.
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Post by Chix Verbil on Feb 15, 2007 23:22:12 GMT -5
[glow=green,5,300]"The Puke Emporium? Ugh, perish the thought!" Chix dismisses the whole idea with a wave of a green-hued hand, "I picked up my disability paycheck yesterday and there is no way I'm taking you there. Not when there are some much ritzier places in Haven."
Trying to display some manners and be a gentleman, Chix offers her his elbow to escort her down the street to...wherever they are going. He drops his shades down on his nose to peer over the rims and get a better look at Holly.
"By the way, you look simply lovely, Cap'," he adds, "I don't think I've ever seen you in anything but the standard LEP jumpsuit before. The color of the shirt really brings out your eyes."[/glow]
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Post by Holly Short on Feb 15, 2007 23:31:19 GMT -5
"Hey Chix, you can call me Holly. We're not on duty. So which place do you wanna go to? I'd like to go dancing, you like to dance. How about that? Thank you, I've seen you act like...em...a gentle man."
Holly kisses Chix on the cheek, and she blushes. She has never let loose her love emotion before, so she tries not to pass out from letting out her love emotion.
"Chix, I must say, you look very handsome tonight."
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Post by Chix Verbil on Feb 16, 2007 1:11:13 GMT -5
[glow=green,5,300]"Dancing? Dancing is good. I like dancing," Chix replies, deciding it can't strain him too much to dance as long as he dances carefully, "We could grab some grub at the Dance & Dine on the corner. I hear their fruit is the best. Then we can break out the fancy footwork...or vice versa."
He appears to be a bit surprised when Holly tells him that he can call her by her first name. True, he's done so many times before, but not necessarily with permission. Now he has permission and he can't help but feel honored.
"Okay...Holly," he draws the name out slowly and smiles, "That's pretty cool, y'know. I always--"
The sprite falls silent as Holly kisses him on the cheek. His green skin looks a bit greener--in a healthy sort of way--for a split second and his wings flutter slightly, fighting the clip restraining them for his own good. At this point, even though his wings are disabled, Chix feels like he's floating.[/glow]
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Post by Holly Short on Feb 17, 2007 19:18:18 GMT -5
"Alright, that'd be good. I'm glad you came tonight, Chix, I was feeling lonely in there. You know, this is my first date, and I feel all weird inside."
Holly is actually feeling a great likeness for Chix, she just hopes nothing goes wrong.
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Post by Chix Verbil on Feb 18, 2007 0:04:57 GMT -5
[glow=green,5,300]"Weird? Gee, I hope you're not coming down with something," Chix answers, his dreamy expression giving way to one of concern, "I heard there was a troll pox outbreak at the daycare center across from LEP HQ. You don't have a fever or anything, do you? I'd hate to see you sick, Cap'."
He places a hand against her forehead, checking for a fever, then stares into her eyes, his striking emerald gaze locking with her soft hazel one as he takes both her hands in his.[/glow]
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Post by Holly Short on Feb 18, 2007 20:50:31 GMT -5
"No, I don't think I have troll pox, Chix. Your eyes have an emerald color to them. They're a very nice color."
Holly blushes at the fact that Chix is holding her hands and that she complemented him on his eyes.
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Post by Chix Verbil on Feb 18, 2007 21:11:39 GMT -5
[glow=green,5,300]"Uh...thanks. Ma always said I had nice eyes," Chix glances away bashfully, "I always thought she was just saying that 'cause she's my ma, y'know."
He glances down at his hands holding hers as though he's just now realizing they are holding hands--which he is. On duty or off, Chix is still not the brightest crayon in the box. He quickly releases her hands and takes a step back, rubbing the back of his neck self-consciously.
"So, uh...shall we dance?" he asks, gesturing for her to step ahead of him on the way to the Dance & Dine, "Did I mention you look lovely tonight, Cap'?"[/glow]
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Post by Holly Short on Feb 18, 2007 22:00:41 GMT -5
"Please, call me Holly. You don't have to call me Cap' or Captain tonight."
Holly then kisses Chix on the lips unintentionally. She blushes and her conscious slaps her brain for doing that.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that."
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Post by Chix Verbil on Feb 18, 2007 22:59:11 GMT -5
[glow=green,5,300]"Okay, sorry...Holly," Chix corrects himself, "I don't think I'll ever get used to that."
He freezes on the spot as Holly kisses him. Intentional or not, it shocks the talkative sprite speechless. In fact, he could pass for a statue if he were a mime. After standing frozen straight as an arrow for several moments, he slowly starts to tip over backwards. Chix has never been one to faint easily, but apparently this is enough to make it happen.[/glow]
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Post by Holly Short on Feb 19, 2007 20:31:43 GMT -5
Holly snaps her fingers to make Chix come out of this frozen stupor. She hopes that she didn't hurt him or kill him.
"Chix! Are you alright? I'm really sorry. Oh and another thing." Holly says in a depressing tone. "I'm not pretty at all."
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Post by Chix Verbil on Feb 19, 2007 20:46:31 GMT -5
[glow=green,5,300]"Are you mesmerizing me? 'Cause your voice sounds like a choir of angels right now," Chix replies, his eyes closed as he lies on the ground like a stiff board, "And you're right. You're not pretty. You're gorgeous."
So much for bringing Chix out of his frozen stupor. He remains where he is, a dreamy look on his face. To passers-by, it almost looks like Holly knocked him unconscious. A few gnomes are stopping to gawk, questioning looks on their faces.[/glow]
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Post by Holly Short on Feb 19, 2007 20:52:55 GMT -5
"I'm not mesmerizing you. And no, I'm not pretty or gorgeous, I'm just a insignificant elf."
Holly sits on the steps of her flat, arms crossed in flatery crossed puzzled because Chix just said she was gorgeous.
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