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tabitha-hilton:

“Well I..uhm.” Tabitha shook her head. “N-Not really.” She looked back at him and laughed a little, turning her attention out of the window now. “I-Isn’t it pr-pretty out there today?” The sun was shining and it looked really warm so she wondered why more people weren’t out there in the sun. “Is it true?” Her attention shifted back to Nathan.

“That Jennifer Stark killed the inspector? Why would she do that? She seemed so… sweet.” What she didn’t know what it had been a complete accident but then again no one put Jennifer knew that.

“I thought so,” Nathan laughed at her response, still looking at the television in an attempt to see past the crowd. He wished he some sort of selective seeing, though he imagined that could end badly with him seeing nothing at all so perhaps not? Either way, something like that would help. Before his thoughts could get scattered, he shifted to glance out the window at her mention of outside. “I guess you could say that. Looks the same as it always does really,” he replied slowly then blinking.

“Well, it would certainly explain a lot if she did. Honestly, I didn’t peg her for the type to kill someone though,” he admitted, scratching his jaw. This subject was difficult for him to think on, mainly because he had biased relief at himself not taking the girl’s place. “Have you spoken to her before then?”

"N-No, I ha-hadn’t but I h-had seen her a-around she just d-didn’t seem the type, looked l-like a sweet girl. B-But then a-again I look n-nice, b-but turn n-nasty when y-you’re on the w-wrong side of me." She was, of course referring to the whole shoving and breaking someones back that got her locked up in here.

"L-Looks are deceiving." She pointed to herself and gave him a grin. "L-Like moi f-for example, I aint n-no meanie pants, s-she provoked me."

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Where the fuck is everyone? Again?
Can’t depend on me and Izzy being on all day to keep things going on the dash guys. 

Amy Adams → hair porn

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There he was again, he seemed to be talking to thin air so Tabitha had stuck around to watch for a little while before shrugging a bit. She had seen people talk to themselves before but this… this one was a new one to her. She didn’t know how he would react so it took quite a bit of courage to go over and tap him on the shoulder.

"Hey.. a-a-are you okay?" She raised a brow slightly. "O-Only, it just looks l-l-l-like you’re t-talking to s-someone."

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tabitha-hilton:

crazyscott:

tabitha-hilton replied to your post: Do I owe anyone paras or anyone want to para?

*puts hand up*

Do I owe you anything? :3 Or do you want to start something?

Start something! :D

You wanna start?~~

Yeah sure! I’ll type something up.

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tabitha-hilton replied to your post: Do I owe anyone paras or anyone want to para?

*puts hand up*

Do I owe you anything? :3 Or do you want to start something?

Start something! :D

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tabitha-hilton:

“W-W-With very limited l-l-ladies not wanting s-s-sex with crazy men, I-I-I-I will not be s-s-s-s-surprised if half of these l-l-left after it to go to their rooms.” She sat back and put her arms over her chest before giving him a grin. “H-H-How have you been N-N-Nathan? Kissed a-a-anyone else and s-s-shattered my heart?” Tabitha acted all overdramatic but giggled at the end.

She might have not seen him for a while she did consider him as a friend and hoped that didn’t seem… well, creepy to him. Dropping her hands back onto her thighs, she fiddled with her pants before glancing over her shoulder again, wondering who she would root for.

“That’s still rude to say - and you’re, again, making assumptions about this,” Nathan pointed out to her with a shrug. “I’m pretty sure that bloke and that one are trying to watch it.” As he said this, he lifted his hand to point the people out and then dropped his hand, deciding he wouldn’t further argue with her on this point. “I’ve been fine and no, I’ve not kissed anyone else - I might point out that you were the one who kissed me so I should return the question to you.” He wouldn’t be heartbroken. 

Her movement made him as confused as her expression and he raised his brow at her questionably, hoping for an explanation for that. “Can you even see the television from here?” He asked as she glanced over her shoulder, tilting his head and squinting to look at the television himself. There were too many people for him to see anything useful aside from a flash hear or there.

"Well I..uhm." Tabitha shook her head. "N-Not really." She looked back at him and laughed a little, turning her attention out of the window now. "I-Isn’t it pr-pretty out there today?" The sun was shining and it looked really warm so she wondered why more people weren’t out there in the sun. "Is it true?" Her attention shifted back to Nathan.

"That Jennifer Stark killed the inspector? Why would she do that? She seemed so… sweet." What she didn’t know what it had been a complete accident but then again no one put Jennifer knew that.

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tabitha-hilton:

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The Olympics were on. It wasn’t hard to miss them, not when the television was surrounded by people in an attempt to get a peek at the clothes the women were wearing - the gymnastics, he assumed, but as he hadn’t been following the whole event in the first place he could hardly figure it out without going to check - and he was too comfortable on the window seat to bother doing that.

As though speaking of his comfort, he shifted so he could face Tabitha more comfortably, a small shrug for an answer. Nathan realized that wouldn’t be very reassuring so gestured to the seat, “Go ahead, but I don’t know why you asked. You sat down in the seat anyway,” he pointed out with a short chuckle.

Tabitha shrugged in the same way that he had and laughed a bit. “W-w-well at least I-I-I asked in the f-f-fir-first place.” She glanced over her shoulder at the TV. “T-The one time I-I want to w-w-watch something a-and I get bombarded w-w-with men wanting t-t-to drool over th-these women.”

She had been a fan of sports like this before she came here and had been looking forward to watching some of the events on the TV. “W-What’s the bet when t-the mens o-one comes on th-there w-wont be as m-many people a-around it?”

Nathan raised a brow, then shrugged again. She was right about that one, she could have just sat down and not even asked - or maybe asking was the only thing she could think of to say. He thought that was going around, people’s inability to think of things to say or maybe that was just him? Either way.. “That’s pretty rude to think. Honestly, go find another television or pick better times to watch television then?”

“You’d be surprised - a lot of the men around here want to watch it. You’re just making assumption that the lot of them just want to wank off. Unlikely though, most probably do, but they are interested.” Nathan had a feeling they would move back and relax a little more once the women weren’t on the screen. Poor, sex deprived people, he would think too. 

"W-W-With very limited l-l-ladies not wanting s-s-sex with crazy men, I-I-I-I will not be s-s-s-s-surprised if half of these l-l-left after it to go to their rooms." She sat back and put her arms over her chest before giving him a grin. "H-H-How have you been N-N-Nathan? Kissed a-a-anyone else and s-s-shattered my heart?" Tabitha acted all overdramatic but giggled at the end.

She might have not seen him for a while she did consider him as a friend and hoped that didn’t seem… well, creepy to him. Dropping her hands back onto her thighs, she fiddled with her pants before glancing over her shoulder again, wondering who she would root for.

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tabitha-hilton:

Someone had managed to get a sports channel on the TV so quite a few people were gathered around it to watch the womens Gymnastics for the 2012 London Olympics, of course, most of these were men and Tabitha did a quick head count, six of them gathered around that TV, drooling over the tight costumes and the legs on show. She rolled her eyes at a passing comment between them, did they really not wank themselves to oblivion already?

With a small tut, Tabitha got herself up and pushed her way through the crowd of men before stumbling out at the other side, deciding to go and sit at the window, plonking herself down in the seat there next to a familiar face. “M-Mind if I sit here?” She glanced over and gave him a smile.

The Olympics were on. It wasn’t hard to miss them, not when the television was surrounded by people in an attempt to get a peek at the clothes the women were wearing - the gymnastics, he assumed, but as he hadn’t been following the whole event in the first place he could hardly figure it out without going to check - and he was too comfortable on the window seat to bother doing that.

As though speaking of his comfort, he shifted so he could face Tabitha more comfortably, a small shrug for an answer. Nathan realized that wouldn’t be very reassuring so gestured to the seat, “Go ahead, but I don’t know why you asked. You sat down in the seat anyway,” he pointed out with a short chuckle.

Tabitha shrugged in the same way that he had and laughed a bit. “W-w-well at least I-I-I asked in the f-f-fir-first place.” She glanced over her shoulder at the TV. “T-The one time I-I want to w-w-watch something a-and I get bombarded w-w-with men wanting t-t-to drool over th-these women.”

She had been a fan of sports like this before she came here and had been looking forward to watching some of the events on the TV. “W-What’s the bet when t-the mens o-one comes on th-there w-wont be as m-many people a-around it?”

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