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Post by Paul Meraz on Mar 2, 2010 22:10:45 GMT -5
Pauls room, like most of everyone's places at the reserve, was small. It had navy walls, which made everything smaller, and wood floors. The bed had a wooden frame with a brown sort of bed spread. He had an old TV that sat upon the wooden drawer/cabinet. Paul had a side dest that had his phone, which he usually kept off so that people who he owed stuff couldn't contact him, and his itouch attached to an older version of an ihome. The walls had shelves mounted on them had pictures of La Push, First Beach, the Pack, and some with Alexa and himself. His closet was cluttered, with a bunch of sporting gear and stuff.
Paul was digging through the closet, only pausing to look at the TV.
"Tackle box... Tackle box... Where did I put my tackle box?" He muttered to himself as he tried to look for his tackle box. He was going fishing that afternoon and couldn't go without his supplies.
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Post by Alexa Ateara on Mar 3, 2010 16:08:06 GMT -5
Alexa walked up to Paul's house; wanting to hang out and draw him. She finished a run and cool down so she was decked out in her sports gear. Probably the most comfortable clothing she owned. She stood outside his house and looked into his window. It was cute to see him struggle sometimes. She knowcked on the door and waited paitently. www.polyvore.com/lets_go_canada/set?id=15216102(not mine...but i love it.) her clothing. |
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Post by raelene on Mar 4, 2010 21:04:18 GMT -5
Paul looked up, his tiny room was all scatered and cluttered with mess now.
"Ummm.... Just a second!" He yelled when he heard the doorbell.
I HAVE to hide this stuff! He mentally screamed in his head, he didn't want it to seem like his room was naturally messy. He shoved everything in his closet, then leaned on the door so everything wouldn't flow out in a flood.
"Come in, the door's open!" Paul said loudly.
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Post by Alexa Ateara on Mar 5, 2010 15:42:09 GMT -5
Alexa walked into the house, the first time she was here. It was cozy. She walked upstairs to the room with the most noise. IT was tiny; and she actually liked it. She had probably one of the biggest houses in La Push because her and her dad built it on their own, so seeing tiny rooms was a nice change.
"Hey," she said with a smile. She reached into her duffel bag and put on a sweat shirt so she wouldn't look too sporty, which she couldn't stand.
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Post by Paul Meraz on Jul 11, 2010 9:49:17 GMT -5
Paul shifted his weight from his right foot to his left, ceasing to lean on the door. He shoved it somewhat roughly, making a soft clicking sound that indicated it was completely closed and wouldn't open. He didn't want it to overflow or swing out abruptly and knock the living light out of anybody.
He walked over slowly to his bed and peeked under. Amazingly there wasn't anything under there except a pair of muddy sneakers. Yesterday he and the other wolves had played tackle football and Seth practically dislocated his left shoulder. Actually, he did dislocate his shoulder. Paul had to pop it back, but he'd done that before so it wasn't much of a big deal. He was ashamed that he had let the runt injure him. He thought it was pathetic, being the third to change into a shape-shifter. He wasn't proud of being a shape-shifter, infact he hated it deeply.
He shook his head in disapproval and then ducked down to look under his bed more efficiently. Light peeked under there a little, just enough for Paul to see the box pushed against the wall under his headboard. He swung his arm out and grabbed the handle, yanking it out and placing it onto the bed.
Paul heard Alexa walk into his house and smiled. He loved when Alexa was around. She made him feel like the luckiest guy to ever walk the Earth. He loved everything about her, but he didn't understand what they were exactly. Were they a couple? Just friends? He kept getting mixed signals. Paul's agressive nature came out when he thought about it, he came extremely aggrivated when he didn't know the answer to something as important as that.
He heard footsteps down the hall so he got up and went to the door. Before Alexa walked in he opened the door for her, wanting to be polite.
"Hey," She greeted, pulling a sweater over her outfit. It seemed as if she had been going jogging that day.
"Hi," Paul replied, cracking a small smile. "What brings you around these parts?"
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Post by Alexa Ateara on Jul 18, 2010 1:29:27 GMT -5
"Well, I just happened to be in the area...and just happened to stop by," Alexa said.
She was trying to play it cool, calm and collected but something about Paul took that away from her. She got extremely nervous around him & just lost her focus all the time.
She walked in calmly, sat down on his bed and played with the blanket on the bed. she motioned for him to sit next to her. |
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Post by Paul Meraz on Aug 9, 2010 13:54:47 GMT -5
"I'm glad you dropped by," He smiled, sitting next to her after she motioned. He rubbed his eyes a little, feeling quite tired. "I hate it when Sam puts me on late shifts, especially before finals. I had to cram so much crap in my head the day before yesterday and still failed. Surprisingly, I feel like I haven't caught up on that sleep." Paul yawned.
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Post by Alexa Ateara on Aug 15, 2010 19:19:37 GMT -5
"Look's like someone needs some new study habits..." she said with a smirk. "But if you're tired you should get some rest, I'll leave. You do look like you could use a nap."
As much as she wanted to stay and chill, Paul did look like he could use some sleep. They had been running a lots of shifts lately. Everyone could use sleep. even her. She just got used to sleeping less.
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