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Miguel Alvarez (prisoner97a413) wrote in mirage_rpg,

His eyes widened as with a mere gesture Katara drew the water out out of his soaked jeans. Miguel had to admit he felt more comfortable now that his jeans were dry and watched, fascinated, as Katara used the same gesture to take the water out of her own clothes. "That is amazing", he murmured as he watched the water return to the lake. "Oh? How long have I been here?" Miguel repeated her question, thinking to himself. "About six days now but the time's been flying so it doesn't feel like that long", he finished with a smile. "Between all the new people coming everyday, the activities and things to do I guess I haven't really had a moment to really think about the time".

Of course, Miguel's situation was different then most people's. A lot of people at the resort had lives back where they came from but not Miguel. His life generally consisted in being locked into a very small, windowless room so anywhere was better to him. "What about you Katara?" he asked, like the way her name sounded. It was a very unique name that made Miguel wonder if she was from a different country or world. She did have that exotic air to her. "How long have you been here for?"

While she was answering Miguel tried very hard to keep his eyes on her face but after a moments realized it wasn't that hard. She had beautiful face with startling blue eyes that reminded Miguel of water and her golden-brown skin looked so smooth-- Miguel blinked when he realized his hand had started to move up and stopped himself before it went above his waist. To her it might have looked like a weird gesture but Miguel's hand had been unconsciously reaching up to touch her face.

What the hell is wrong with me? the Latino wondered, feeling slightly panicked. Katara seemed to be the only thing he could focus on and he had this overwhelming urge to touch her. Not in necessarily a sexual fashion but simply to cur her face with his hand, to see if her skin was as soft as it looked.

Miguel wouldn't do that though. He was not the type to grab strange girls so he wretched his eyes away from Katara and stared at the water. "How do you do that stuff? Water-bend I mean.", he asked quickly to keep the conversation going.