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Natasha
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Date Posted: 22:19:08 12/30/09 Wed
In reply to:
Lezedi
's message, "..dont you want to remember all about this night?.." on 05:52:26 12/29/09 Tue
She ran slender fingers along the table's linens as she listened to him speak. It was a way to occupy herself, sort of a nervous habit. She often found herself feeling restless, and fiddling with a table cloth seemed to assuage it. Or twirling her hair. Or tapping her feet. When she was a bit younger, she chain-smoked cigarettes to get rid of the jitters. Eventually she gave up smoking to appease her boyfriend, who found the habit deplorable. Lezedi's comment about Cascade being a good place for change roused her from her reverie. It was amusing to her--the corners of her full lips twitched upward in a hint of a smile--but she didn't meet his eyes, enjoying her own private joke for the moment. Yeah, this was something of a change. She'd only been here a few days and already she'd been asked out (now Natasha considered this a date) by a goodlooking man, albeit a stranger, and she'd only broken up with the afore-mentioned boyfriend, whom she'd dated for nearly five years. It had been a tumultuous week, to say the least. But she quickly dismissed this line of thought and turned thoughtful. "I've never been out of the country, myself," she said off-handedly, her expression somewhat wistful (as always, she was easy to read). Resigned disappointment, mixed with the musing quality of her tone made for less than forceful speech. "I applied for a passport a few years ago, just in case, but I never got to use it. I grew up in a really small, isolated town full of people who weren't very open to anything different from them, and most of them weren't too keen on the idea of me traveling... I guess I could have gone somewhere if I had more focus, but I was young and preoccupied with what I thought was important." It was true that Natasha had gotten involved in what she felt was a glorified turf war, not out of a sense of familial duty that the others her age felt, but more out of the perception that she 'owed' them, because of her unique healing talents. She cleared her throat and began again. "Anyway..." She trailed off, embarrassed, aware that she had dominated the conversation far more than was polite. Plus she wasn't sure why she was telling him all this. It seemed in conflict with her original goals of a quick but satisfying rebound.
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