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Post by Michelle on Dec 5, 2009 17:56:20 GMT -4
“You probably found out this morning,” he chuckled. “Three things that I’m into: The beach, the surf, and Goldfish.”
“Well, not exactly just Goldfish. Goldfish the dog, I mean.” He explained, afraid that she now thought that he had an obsession with pet fish. “I love to be around all animals in general.”
“What about you? Into animals at all?”
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Post by River on Dec 5, 2009 18:00:53 GMT -4
Shannon grinned. "Yeah, I love animals. Horses more than anything, though. And I don't blame you, Goldfish is one beautiful dog. I'm...not really sure what I'm into. I am currently trying to find a hobby to occupy my time, but I've never had time before, so I don't even know what I like. Any suggestions?"
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Post by Michelle on Dec 5, 2009 19:07:28 GMT -4
"Well, horse riding is probably a good start. Even cripples can ride," he commented with his best warm smile, taking yet another sip of his coke.
"And maybe you should consider actually being a DJ. Like, remixes and all that."
(SORRY! This post is so short due to lack of interest. I'm just too focused on the other thread >.<)
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Post by River on Dec 5, 2009 19:30:45 GMT -4
Shannon let out a snort of laughter, then couldn't seem to stop. She laughed and laughed until her back started to ache from it. "A good start..." she gasped, her face red from laughing so hard. "Oh my god..." slowly the laughter subsided. Trying to swallow the chuckles that were still trying to burst forth, she choked out "Sorry."
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Post by Michelle on Dec 5, 2009 21:18:48 GMT -4
DJ was bewildered. What was she laughing at? He looked around, scanning for someone who had just fallen over, or anything the least bit amusing.
“What? Is there something on my face? Was it something I said?” DJ asked Shannon once she had stopped laughing.
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Post by River on Dec 5, 2009 21:36:48 GMT -4
"No, it's not you, sorry, I swear I'm not laughing at you," Shannon said, still giggling. "It's just been one of those days, and the irony got to me. See, since practically before I could walk my entire life has been centered around riding. I was a competitive showjumper for 12 years, and it was show jumping that landed me in the wheelchair. So the fact that you suggested riding before anything else struck me as hilarious. Sorry," she told him.
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Post by Michelle on Dec 5, 2009 22:28:41 GMT -4
“No it’s fine,” he said to her apology. “As long as you can laugh at it, which you’ve clearly done.”
He laughed rather quietly.
“Gee, that’s a really tough way to end up in a chair. If you don’t mind me asking…Is it permanent? Because if it isn’t you could move onto crutches…Trust me, my dad’s a doc.”
DJ smiled, briefly showing off a pair of teeth.
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Post by River on Dec 5, 2009 22:33:14 GMT -4
"Yeah, it's supposed to be. They are trying to get me to the point where I can walk again, but it'll take years and...yeah..." she tapered off, deciding not to mention how much it hurt. He didn't need to know that every movement was agony, and that she was losing hope.
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Post by Michelle on Dec 5, 2009 23:15:10 GMT -4
DJ reached his arm out and placed his hand on her shoulder.
“Well that’s great! At least you’re luckier than most,” he said gravely, shuddering at the thought of amputated legs. “Sure, it’s going to take a while, but we’ll get there in the end. Don’t ever lose hope, okay?”
Out of all people, DJ knew the worst of what could happen to people who lost hope. He shook his head, as if it would rid himself of these thoughts.
“And if you need someone to talk to, don’t be afraid to come chat with me. You’ll probably find me on the beach on most days.”
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Post by River on Dec 5, 2009 23:17:50 GMT -4
"We?" Shannon asked, smiling. She had never expected him to care this much. "I...I'm not good at talking to people. I was raised to shut up and deal. I really appreciate the offer, though..."
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Post by Michelle on Dec 5, 2009 23:48:05 GMT -4
He laughed, not realizing he had said “we’ll”, instead of “you’ll”.
“You’ll get through it, then. Sorry, I got carried away.” He drank some of his coke again.
“Seriously, though. I think you should talk about it. It does change a lot,” he insisted. “I once knew this gi-“
DJ cut himself off, biting his lip until it went numb.
“Yeah, it changes a lot.”
He buried his face in his coke.
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Post by River on Dec 5, 2009 23:50:26 GMT -4
"No, I like the 'we'. That is, if you do..." She said, uncertain as to what he wanted. Seeing the look on his face, she said quietly, "DJ? What is it? If you want to talk we can go outside for a bit, I could use some fresh air anyway. I can get someone to take over for a bit here..."
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Post by Michelle on Dec 6, 2009 0:02:18 GMT -4
DJ knew he had too options; don’t talk at all, and sound like a hypocrite by getting her to talk, or talk and get her to talk. He sighed, knowing he had no choice. He looked up at Shannon, nodding at her proposition to move outside.
“Let’s go,” he said, returning his gape to his feet.
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Post by River on Dec 6, 2009 0:05:02 GMT -4
Shannon caught the eye of one of the 1st years, a technology geek named Jenna, from across the room, and nodded at her. She then proceeded to wheel herself out the door after DJ.
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