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Post by Julian McAllister on Aug 23, 2012 0:27:23 GMT -5
It was five o clock.
The sun hung low in the sky, not low enough to really damage the lighting at all, but low enough that it was obviously in the process of setting rather than rising, the sky bathed in a reddish orange, tinting the scattered clouds a dark brownish shade. It wasn't late enough for the first streaks of purple to cross into the atmosphere, nor could any stars be glimpsed from the ground below. Though, in New York City, sighting stars was a pretty rare thing anyway, darkness or otherwise. It was a setting that screamed late afternoon, the glistened and shone in a light cast by the coming weekend and bustled with the humming noise of people rushing home on a Friday afternoon. Normally, this was his favorite time of the day. The buildings in the distance almost pulsed with life and sang with the sound of angry traffic and ornery commuters, taking out a whole five days worth of frustration on the local taxi drivers as they stuttered their way across town, and eventually out into the suburbs. It made the social district a busy place, really, almost too busy. Women and their children clogged the parking lots and side streets with their giant mini-vans and vision-blocking SUV's, creeping along trying to find parking so their precious daughters and sons could spend their recently earned paychecks on some small item or another. Clothes, socks, school supplies maybe. Some just swung by the sidewalk, shoved a teenager or two out of the back seat and drove off. All typical Friday afternoon activities.
Except for him.
Seated inside of his pretty significantly used vehicle, Julian eyed the crowd with an expression of boredom he didn't usually allow himself, one dark eyebrow raised, causing creases to form upon his forehead. All of the rest of the world seemed to be getting up and going places. Cafe's that lined the streets were full of patrons sitting outdoors, enjoying the summer heat, while strip malls and shopping centers boiled to the brim with figures rushing in, out and around. Everyone had something to do or someplace to be on a Friday evening, except for him, and he'd be lying if he pretended not to fucking resent it. Above where he sat in his powder blue vehicle, a 1960's dodge charger convertible with the top down for no reason, a large clock chimed out the fifth hour and he glared up at it from beneath his eyelashes as thought it had been the one to leave him there in the parking lot, seated sideways in the front seat of his car with his door open and his feet planted firmly on the pavement. To some degree, it was probably the clock's fault. After all, time was the deciding factor in his predicament. But the clock had not been the one to accept extra hours on short notice, had not been the one to call Julian when he was only minutes away from his destination, and did not leave him with nothing to do in the center of a big city for an extra half hour he did not plan for.
Fucking roommates.
Tapping long fingers against one of his bent knees, the lycan's eye shifted back to the throngs of people moving passed the back of his car. A few paused or lingered to marvel at it for some reason, he assumed because it was a convertible more than anything else. But he didn't see the appeal. The car was loud, he'd had to turn the engine off just to hear himself think where he sat in a parking space outside of what looked like some sort of cafe or deli. The exhaust smelled awful and the thing gave off a lot of it, not to mention the copious amounts of money he spent on gas. Man, if Isaac wasn't his roommate, if he didn't owe the other werewolf a metric ton for messing up his original apartment, and he wasn't the nice guy that he was who felt sorry for the claustrophobe being forced to take mass transit, he'd be so gone. But, as it were, his roomie was occupied until five thirty at the very earliest. So the world just seemed to spin passed him, as though the old charger sat on a floating rock well outside the atmosphere while the rest of the planet floated on by.
Man, this was boring. Immediately, a thought crossed his mind about how to pay his roommate back for a perfectly good afternoon half wasted...
(( Also, since Isaac Foster, Julian's roommate, is played by Static, if she wants to join this thread with him, that is also acceptable, since I included him in the story here. x3 ))
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Post by Andriana Hattie Vernon on Aug 23, 2012 11:18:33 GMT -5
It's been a rainy afternoon, [/color] Now I'm staring at the moon, Thinking we got,[/color] Too serious, too soon.[/color]
This day started like many others had recently, aimless wandering around the city. But, she had actually been doing something today. She had been putting in job applications at a few places where she could work in the morning. She had put in a few places that served breakfast; she'd been a waitress once and she had been decent at it, she could balance things, and talk to people, it didn't take much more then that really. So, she hoped those places would work out. There was a coffee shop or three she'd also talked to. She just figured she couldn't just sit around anymore. She was sick of being useless.
So now? She was walking around, trying to get her thoughts together. She didn't know what else to do, might as well look around and try to get to know this area. Getting a little sun was good for her; she'd been a shut in since she'd been here, and she didn't need to do that. She just had to keep moving. Her mother would smack her up side the head if she knew what her precious oldest daughter had been reduced to. She may have been a single woman living on her own, but she was in no way useless, and she didn't need to act like it. She needed to save that money, and not just waste it, and not have anything to fall back on. It wasn't a good call, and she just had to have something, not just nothing that could go away at anytime. Robberies, accidents, anything and everything could go wrong; and you could be left with nothing. So, she would get a small job, and try to learn to go from there, she'd have to see what her condition ended up being with time. If it got better, maybe she could get longer hours somewhere.
She walked slowly, mingling with the afternoon traffic. She didn't know what else to do, and she didn't want to go home. She held the edge of her skirt as she walked, and she didn't know what to do with herself. She was almost in a good mood, and she couldn't for the life of her figure out why. She smiled lightly, humming as she walked. She dodged people as she walked, and she eyed buildings as she passed them. She was sort of hungry, so maybe she should stop for food. She didn't know what she wanted, and as she walked, she spied a sandwich place or something,she didn't know what to get there. She was being so wishy-washy today.
Something stopped her in her tracks though. There was a pretty car sitting near the store, and others were stopping to look. There was also something about the man in the car. A...scent? Something she couldn't get passed. She made her way closer to the person, and the closer the got, the stronger it got. It was something familiar, but not familiar at the same time. She knew she didn't know him, but she did...at the same time. She smiled lightly as she got closer, and she cocked her head to the side as she approached the car. "I like your car." She said, slightly unsure of why she had really come over here. She did like his car, but it was something else that made her come over here. "I'm Andriana." She said with a small smile, not really sure what else to say. She hoped he didn't see her as strange by just approaching him, she just felt like she needed to for some reason.
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Post by Julian McAllister on Aug 23, 2012 22:40:38 GMT -5
Julian's blue eyes rolled casually over the crowds of people as they shuffled by on the sidewalk in front of him, watching them wearily as some of them seemed to pause and give his car a second glance. Normally, this sort of attention was either welcomed or at least not minded, and somewhere deep down, he didn't care about it either way. However, the little mental tiff he was having with Isaac seemed to be effecting his mood for the worst, and he found himself silently hoping the vast majority of these people kept walking. Just something about entertaining had lost all of its shine and appeal, this day. Perhaps it was the short notice, the aggravating drive through rush hour traffic in a car that was much too loud for his tastes, the badgering landlord that had assaulted him on his way out about a sudden increase in rent she'd warned no one about. Perhaps it had been the phone call this morning from his mother, the way Isaac watched him judgmentally for at least an hour as he tried to get his doting family member to let him return to his life, the way he had laughed quietly at him for failing and being stuck blabbering for another hour and a half. Something though, seemed to have burned out his fuse for social interaction and he found himself silently hating almost every face that drifted by in the warm afternoon air.
Almost.
When a young woman stepped out of the throng, Julian's attention had been elsewhere, eyes distant and attention drifting toward the deli beyond the nose of his vehicle. Well, not so much on the deli, but on the pet store that sat sadly beside it. A litter of chow chow puppies danced idly in the window, tumbling over each other as patrons walked by and paused to taunt the animals, and something about the way the teenagers pointed and teased the poor dogs lit a fire in his chest that made the lycan grumble quietly to himself, clearly irritated. The teens weren't being terribly mocking either, just... ignorant, but that was enough to set him on edge again like the phone call this morning had been only minutes ago. He'd just begun tapping his nose with an extended index finger when soft words drifted into his ears over the rumbling noise of the crowds nearby, and, startled, Julian turned his head quickly.
"Oh," He eventually managed after a moment of stunned silence, blinking a bit dimly. The woman who stood before him was absolutely gorgeous in the sunset light, a cascade of dark hair racing down her back in soft waves, and it took quite a moment of brief staring for the lycan to catch himself. In a sheepish attempt to cover, he gestured lightly at the pale blue automobile, running a hand down the side of the driver's door, which sat swung wide open. "It doesn't run as nicely as it looks, I assure you. It's actually kind of a piece of crap beneath the paintjob."
He gave a half-strangled laugh and a haphazard shrug in punctuation. He honestly knew next to nothing about the vehicle- it had belonged to his father, a man he'd never known. So where it had been and what it could do were all a mystery to him. He wasn't even sure what kind of engine it had, though from the smell that it gave off when it ran, it probably wasn't a good one. Still, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't appreciative of it. It was so much easier to get around with a car than without. He ran his fingers down the grooves sewn into the light cream leather paneling on his door one more time before turning back to the woman with a pleasant smile. It was forced a little bit but convincing in the end. Though he was still in a bad mood (thanks Isaac), it was just really difficult to frown at an attractive woman attempting to start conversation unprovoked.
"Julian." He offered one hand for a shake, almost automatically. "Junior really. Julian's my dad's name."
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Post by Andriana Hattie Vernon on Aug 24, 2012 13:59:56 GMT -5
It's been a rainy afternoon, [/color] Now I'm staring at the moon,Thinking we got,[/color] Too serious, too soon.[/color]
She didn't understand this scent thing that kept happening to her. There was that first run in with the woman in the street, the stranger whose scent came to her in a time of panic, and when she felt alone. But this? There were lots of smells she picked up each day obviously, this was a massive place of many faces and such, but this man, something was different. There was somehow something familiar to it, but she didn't know why. It was one of those instances where you could think of something, but couldn't say it. The tip of the tongue, if you will. But, this...it wasn't as simple as not being able to name an actor in something you'd seen that one time. It was something else entirely. But, yet, it wasn't. It was confusing her to think about, but she knew she had to do something, not just walk away.
She could tell it obviously wasn't strange to go over to look at the car, but it seemed no one really spoke to him about it. Seemed strange to her; he didn't seem unfriendly, but then, she was from Charleston, and in the South, everyone spoke to everyone and waved even if you hadn't ever seen that person before. Some people called it charm, but in the south, it was just how things were. It came without thinking about it, and sometimes it made her seem strange to wave, or something of that nature to people still, but it just happened. She could use that as an excuse if need be, but she didn't really think one would need an excuse for talking to someone about their car...or their smell.But "I like your car" sounds a lot less creepy then "I thought you smelled interesting from across the parking lot, so I needed to come over here and see if I could figure out why." A lot less creepy.
She smiled as he seemed startled. She hadn't meant to startle him. And, it seemed she still had something working for her as he seemed a loss for words for a moment. Seemed this illness hadn't taken everything from her, and that was a rather exciting fact. She wrinkled her nose in amusement as he spoke again, and she returned, "That's a real shame, at least you have a car though. I haven't had a car since I left Charleston." She said, and even then, she lived down town, so she had really never used it. She just didn't have a use for cars it seemed, but this was was definitely something to look at. Much more impressive then the simple Honda she'd had once upon a time.
She stepped forward as he offered his hand, and she smiled again, "Nice to meet you." She said, extending her own hand, using the other to push the book bag back up on her back so it didn't fall off and get in her way. He was really one of the first people she'd officially met here, and it was something strange really, she seemed to be meeting people left and right the last few days. Guess it made a great deal of difference to meeting people if you stepped out of your apartment.
She looked back at the car, she knew a little about cars and she knew older cars weren't cheap, so that led to her next question. "I don't mean this in any sort of insulting since, but you seem awfully young to have a car like this." She observed. She didn't really know where else to take the conversation, she didn't want to be weird. "I'm sorry, you sort of looked like you were waiting for someone, I'll leave you alone now." She didn't want to be a nuisance; but she sort of had this complex where she was always scared she was one. Usually got herself out of conversations before they got very far; just one of her things; monsters like her don't need friends...even if they seem familiar.
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Post by Julian McAllister on Aug 24, 2012 21:59:46 GMT -5
"No," Julian had jumped to his feet almost before the thought to do so had even registered in his mind, and he paused, a little bewildered by himself, but tried to refrain from drawing an excessive amount of attention to it, lest it seem strange, eager, desperate even. Of all of the people in the massive city, he was probably one of the few that still qualified as "desperate" for anything, but it was more out of habit than true necessity. He immediately felt a little sheepish for it getting the best of him, but he waved it off with a smile, wringing his slender hands together in the air between them. "No, don't apologize. You're fine. I won't be needed again for another half hour. I was mostly waiting for something to do."
Which was true. His roommate had left him stranded in this part of town with no plans, no reservations. In the middle of a friday evening, entertaining yourself outside of a video game was nearly impossible on such short notice, and exceptionally lonely, with hordes of friends and groups drifting about in your constant vicinity. He was less waiting for someone so much as he was waiting for an excuse to do something, and Adrianna had honestly opened a floodgate of opportunity. But Julian had never had much success with girls, something about them confused him to no end and he always ended up saying something that offended or disturbed the opposite sex. The fear made him less gregarious than usual and he found himself watching one of his boots as he used it to scuff at the lines on the side of the parking space. The driver side door still sat wide open and, absently, he swung it closed with one hand before hooking his thumbs into the belt loops on the front of his jeans casually.
"It was a gift honestly," He started kind of awkwardly with a shrug. "The car I mean. Was my dad's car originally and he apparently left it to me in his will. I haven't a clue why. He's literally never given me anything before."
He paused, running his fingers over the top edge of the car's heavy metal body, as though looking for something.
"I like the color, but otherwise, I haven't a clue what all of the fuss is about. My roommate made a huge fuss about it when I told him. Apparently, these things are like... super famous. But I haven't the foggiest idea how or why." Honestly, he hadn't a clue why he'd even said all of that, grimacing inwardly at himself. The car wasn't really an important subject, Julian obviously cared very little for it. He was just stalling the more pressing matter at hand, and still had to take an extra moment to sigh and shrug his shoulders in something of defeat. "Do you wanna go get a sandwich or something?"
Ugh, way to go Julian. Very smooth. He could've cursed himself for that.
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Post by Andriana Hattie Vernon on Aug 25, 2012 9:44:12 GMT -5
It's been a rainy afternoon, [/color] Now I'm staring at the moon,Thinking we got,[/color] Too serious, too soon.[/color]
His sudden, "No!" caught her a bit off guard, but not in a way that made her too concerned. It seemed in a city of this many people maybe she wasn't the only one who didn't have many others to be around. It was...refreshing? Did that make sense? She wasn't really sure if that was the word she was looking for in this since, but it seemed right. She smiled, "Well if you're sure." She said, still picking her words carefully, before she'd said this, her first thought was, "Well, I'm glad I can fit into the category of something to do" but, that just sounded sexual, and she didn't mean it like that.
He seemed slightly awkward, and it was...well rather endearing. She wasn't exactly the epitome of socialness like she once was either, so someone finding her attractive, and her finding them attractive was new. Or was again a learning experience. She seemed to have a lot to get back to trying to get back into the real world again; and she guessed this was a very good opportunity that she shouldn't just walk away from; but it seemed he wouldn't just let her flit back into the crowd, which she was rather thankful for. She had that constant fight or flight instinct in her head, and it's always flight with her. Always. She needed to get past that and understand not everything is a struggle, or a dangerous situation. She just didn't know how to get that part through her massively thick head.
"Was a nice gift" She said, looking over the car again. The mention of parents leaving things to someone else controlled her next thought and statement. "My parents left me everything back home in Charleston, but I panicked and sold the house..sometimes I wish I hadn't done that." She hadn't mentioned her parents to anyone in a long time, and it felt strange talking about them. Not like there really was anything else she could say without sounding insane, so she wouldn't mention them again; the "oh no what happened to them?" part would come up, then she'd have to say they got mauled by an animal that also mauled me and turned me into a monster part, and that would probably be the end of any further social interaction with this man, or anyone else, except maybe a therapist in the looney bin.
"I don't know much about cars, but I know when one looks good, and this one fits that bill, so if nothing else, it's a conversational piece." She said with a smile. She really couldn't tell you anything about a car, she didn't even like driving cars if it wasn't her old car. They didn't make sense to her. She could only drive automatics too, none of this fancy stick business that some people drove. Too much for her simple mind.
Then he asked something she'd sort of wanted to ask but hadn't really known how, so she smiled, and nodded, "Yeah, I'd like that." She said, taking a step back to turn around and look to see what was around, "Well, there's a few choices here, and I'm going to be honest, I've never been in any of these places; I'm not from around here if you couldn't tell by my accent; and this is not an area I've really explored, so not sure where's good or not so good." She said with a legitimate laugh. The first one she'd had in a while. It felt nice to be able to laugh again, and there wasn't a real reason for her laughter, just because really. But, those were the best kind of laughs, right?
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Post by Julian McAllister on Aug 28, 2012 4:48:53 GMT -5
Julian furrowed his brow a little bit, as though his female companion had spoken too quickly for him to understand, but that wasn't the case, so he let his eyes drift off somewhere nondescript to avoid confusion. No, he'd heard exactly what she'd said and it just made him wonder slightly. If he'd sold the car, given it to Isaac or the first person who wanted it, would he miss it? Up until now, he hadn't really thought that he would. The car ran like an old woman, it was flashy and expensive to maintain, and Julian preferred low maintenance things in his life. He and the car just never seemed like a match for each other, not from the minute he'd seen it in his step-father's driveway. But Adrianna brought up an interesting point. The social aspect of receiving a gift from someone, the memories and knowledge that such a fact brought with it, that was something that could never be replaced, never be re-bought if you gave it away too hastily. Would he regret selling the car if he had to? Instinct told him no, he wouldn't. He hadn't known his father hardly at all and would not miss him too terribly, even without the object of his affection in his life. But it was still an interesting thought to entertain, the idea of keepsakes for the sake of keeping keepsakes. Perhaps that is even where the name had come from.
Still appearing thoughtful, he cocked his head to one side, looking down into his blue-tinged reflection in the vehicle's paint job. He'd spent the better part of the previous forty minutes in a car wash, getting the finish shined and spotless after some heavy rain left it kind of dusty. Really seemed to do the hard lines of the body justice and, despite himself, Julian smiled half-fondly into the side mirror.
"Yeah maybe so." He remarked after a moment or two, crossing his arms over his chest casually before leaning against the driver's side doorframe. He was a tall fellow and could practically sit on the rim of the convertible with his feet still resting on the pavement below, but he slouched slightly to avoid drawing attention to himself. It didn't really work, with the bright blue vehicle standing behind him. "I suppose if I get to have lunch with a lovely young lady, I definitely have to show some appreciation for it."
They continued talking and the lycan cocked an eyebrow briefly. That's right, she had mentioned Charleston in a previous sentence, South Carolina he assumed. That was a pretty far distance to travel to live somewhere new and he briefly found himself wondering what could possibly relocate someone so young so drastically. The answer could've been something boring and ordinary, like school or a family member's job or something, but somehow, by the way she seemed to dodge the mention of her parents likely dying and leaving her the house, he doubted that was the case. But there'd be a time and a place for that later, he assumed, and very carefully kept himself from remarking on the subject, instead laughing heartily at her insecurity regarding eateries. New York City was literally one of the biggest food hubs in the entire country. The mere idea of anything being "not very good" was absolutely hilarious to him.
"Well, if you're coming here all the way from down South, then we have only one of two options." He stated in a matter-of-fact tone, as though there were only two true foods in the entire downtown area. In truth, there were thousands, and having lived here his whole life, Julian knew them all. But he still counted off only two options on the fingers of one of his slender hands. "We need to get you either a breakfast sandwich on a famous New York City bagel, or we need to get you some Brooklyn style pizza. You have not lived until you've folded over a slice a pizza from the bowels of NYC. There is just nothing like it."
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Post by Andriana Hattie Vernon on Aug 29, 2012 13:40:19 GMT -5
It's been a rainy afternoon, [/color] Now I'm staring at the moon,Thinking we got,[/color] Too serious, too soon.[/color]
Her mind always went to a dangerous place when she was on the subject of Charleston. Or the past. Or her parents. It really did. It wasn't that she wanted to get sad, but she just wanted to forget about it, like she didn't ever live there; like the grand old city wasn't her home, and her worst nightmare all at the same time, but there wasn't a way she could ever get away from it. It was the place her life changed, and the world she knew was shattered. She did always do her best not to dwell, but she couldn't help it if she mentioned it. She was struggling, but getting better. The thoughts were fewer and farther between, but there. And she figured there was a good chance they'd always be there.
Smile graced her face as he spoke again. She was glad to be talking to someone friendly, it got her mind away from the past, and kept her feet on the ground and her mind in the present. It took a lot some days to not dwell, or to even get out of bed. She just had to keep moving, and encounters like this made the idea of keeping on alright, and not for naught. "Such a flatterer you are." She said with a slight laugh, a nervous laugh more then anything; and for the first time in a while, her distinct Charleston accent coming to light. Sounding somewhat like a stereotypical Southern accent; the voices of Charleston held a tone all their own, a mixture of what almost sounded like a British accent and a Southern accent came together.
She did miss her accent sometimes. There were days she missed it as much as Charleston itself. She didn't use her voice as much as she could have, and she did her best to hide her accent. It could have started conversations she didn't want to have with people about the past, and she didn't want to talk about it, she didn't. She wouldn't talk about it with most people infact, but if she started working, she knew people would ask. Maybe she could make excuses. Just a change of scenory, or something lame like that. Kids needed air right? Despite her young age, she didn't see herself as a kid anymore, but no one would really believe her if she said her family was mauled by a dog...thing, and then she moved to get away from it all. Yeah, well there's a place in the loony bin for her too, right?
He must have been a native, made sense that he would know these things. She smiled, and she ponder for a second. Pizza did sound good, she couldn't remember the last time she'd had pizza. But, then at the same time, a bagel would be good too...This was a hard choice, very hard. "They both sound very tempting." She said, biting her bottom lip. "I..Pizza I guess." She chose, her face amused, and confused all at once. She wasn't sure if it was the right choice, but it did sound good.
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Post by Julian McAllister on Aug 31, 2012 16:55:04 GMT -5
It took a surprising amount of effort on Julian's part to not babble mindlessly in his usual chatty sort of fashion while his companion took her time considering the two delightful food choices he'd spilled out. He was not surprised by the thinking the choice required, New York City was a heaven on earth of bountiful feasts, foods of all flavors and types, sizes and arrangements, wedged endlessly beside one another in quaint little cafes or fancy diners, and everywhere in between. It was almost impossible to pick a street and find something not absolutely divine and delectable somewhere within at least one of the many shops that lined each street and dotted the more spacious alleyways. The city overflowed with culture, buzzed with a life that can only be compared to something real and breathing, massive and breath-taking all in the same instance, like a dragon perhaps. It was a lot to take in. Though he was certain a big city like Charleston could probably compete with Manhattan, the Big Apple was full of four other boroughs, plus some pretty wild suburbs across the river from downtown. There was simply nothing on this earth quite like it.
Philadelphia came pretty close, he realized with a silent quirk of his eyebrow, sorting through his memories of walking around the city of brotherly love after a long train ride. But Philadelphia seemed to mimic New York on purpose, as though trying in vain to take back the throne as top city on the east coast. Well, it had a lot of work to do to catch up, that was for sure.
No, Julian found his desire to chatter odd because moments before, he'd been so against the activity. Such a heel-face turn in his desires so blatant and out of the blue was a little staggering, and his thoughts reeled pretty hastily where he stood, casually leaned against the driver side door, one of his delicate hands drumming a light tune into the pale blue finish. He used the other to muss up his mop of sleek black hair, strands of which had fallen to the will of gravity and hung lazily near his ears and against his forehead. All in one smooth motion, he swept them back into place, clearing himself of obstruction.
"Pizza it is." He smiled broadly, turning away briefly to bend over the top rim of the door, reaching into the automobile and shuffling around for a minute or two, before reappearing with a set of keys dangling from an outstretched finger. He casually began spinning the metal devices around in circles with the otherwise unoccupied digit, not even pausing when he began to speak again, turning slightly toward the buildings beyond the charger's nose. "There's a little place on the other side of these shops here. Yakuma's pizza? The owner is an old Japanese man whose family has been running the place for like six generations. It's a little ridiculous."
His own distinctly European accent was rather thick and suddenly seemed so out of place in the moment. The hollow a's and very soft pronunciation of t's hit him like a kick in the pants, and the lycan had the instinct to apologize for it. But he ended up just grinning inwardly to himself, casually gesturing toward the far back corner of the shopping center they were standing in, where a little white square shack-like building stood out amongst the taller ones.
"They have both chinese food and pizza, both of which they deliver, sometimes at the same time. They make an awesome barbacue chicken pizza with extra cheese. It's too delicious to describe in words."
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Post by Andriana Hattie Vernon on Sept 5, 2012 18:45:53 GMT -5
It's been a rainy afternoon, [/color] Now I'm staring at the moon,Thinking we got,[/color] Too serious, too soon.[/color]
It was strange to her to be spending time with someone after such a long period of solitude. She had become such a shut in since her family died, or disappeared. She didn't know how else to cope, but truth be told, the way she was going was no sort of coping at all. She didn't have anything to live for, or in her mind for a long time she didn't. So, she just lived, not for anything really, but moving to a new place helped. She was getting there, and seeing things she'd seen in movies was somewhat of a help. New York was a whole new world of brilliance she hadn't had the joy of even coming close to having explored, and that was something, right? The thrill of a new place, and living well in a new place? It was a start, at least.
Her attention drifted to the keys he swung around his finger. He seemed so at ease, and happy. She was almost in envy of that. There was a time when a simple action like this could have come from her, and not meant anything other then she was having a good day. But now? She didn't do much to show she had any emotions at all. She rather didn't want to have emotions, so she pretended she didn't. "I honestly can't remember the last time I had pizza." She said with a rather strangled laugh. "I sound like a shut in. What kind of person doesn't eat pizza at least every so often?" She laughed at herself this time.
"Sounds fantastic." She said with a smile, rolling her bottom lip between her teeth. She chewed her lip lightly, half out of just happiness for having something to do, the other from just force of habit. "Six generations? Sounds like some of the basket weaving families in Charleston; some are more touristy types, but some have been doing that for a very long time." She spoke, then realized he mightn't have a clue what she was talking about, "Baskets, I mean sweet grass baskets, I don't know how familiar you are with the culture from there, not to say you don't know, but I was just clarifying. And rambling, I'm doing that as well." She said with a bit of speed to her words. She never really meant to speak fast, but that was just sort of how it worked out more often then not.
She smiled, "Alright, well you had me at just pizza, but that sounds amazing." She tilted her head to the side as she smiled, her hair falling in her face. She recently had realized once your life was shattered into a million pieces that it changed everything. It took the happiness you had, and the confidence. And, there was no amount of therapy that could help unless you were able to find someone who could relate. But, how many people turned into a monster every full moon and reeked havoc on those around them.
She pushed the thoughts away, and smiled again, lifting her head, "Lead the way?" She said, looking towards where he'd previously motioned.
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