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Post by Julian McAllister on Sept 6, 2012 2:03:23 GMT -5
Can't remember the last time you had pizza? Though Julian was polite enough to keep the thought to himself, his expression, as always, betrayed him when one of his eyebrows jumped to his hairline. How someone could live anywhere and do anything with themselves without the aid of artery clogging heaps of cheese and smoldering hot pieces of bread was completely beyond his mental capacity. Though he knew part of this came from living in the area- when his family had taken a trip overseas, the amount of pizza consumption had dropped sharply and he remembered being horrified by the UK's lack of the delightful fast food. Something about growing up in the New York city area programmed one's mind for grease and cheese, this much he was certain. But still, thinking outside of one's biases is a terribly difficult task, so Julian made an honest attempt. Standing upright from where he'd been resting against the frame of the car, he casually pocketed his keys, stuffing his slightly oversized hands into the pockets of his jeans with one swift motion with a shake of his head and a laughing smile that was all teeth.
"No, you don't sound like anything." He paused, eyes dropping down to his feet where he used one boot to scuff at the lines painted into the blacktop, watching but not really seeing as he thoughts caught up with him. "Well, nothing bad anyway. It's fine."
That was the third or fourth time Adrianna had apologized in their short conversation alone, it was an action that honestly surprised the taller of the two figures, though he tried not to show it too much. It spoke volumes about the world that such polite conversation was so rare, such humility and modesty so difficult to come by that he'd be honestly shocked to find it. Usually, he was the only one left standing around, apologizing for everything. It was delightfully backwards to be on the receiving end for once, however unnecessary a gesture it may have been. A talkative rambler himself, there was no way Julian could fault this girl at all for her run on sentences, rapid pace and widely varying topics. To him, this was a very normal conversation they were having, and the pacing he found was almost familiar in a way, as though he was catching up with someone he'd already known. Her gentle tone and soft smiles were so genuine and true, honest and without ulterior motive or some dark, insidious plan to be acted upon. It was a breath of fresh air among all of the liar and cheaters and thieves that stalked the city streets in massive numbers.
"So, baskets huh?" He started suddenly, after they'd made it the short distance across the lot, finding himself honestly curious about the subject. "That's your 'brooklyn style pizza' huh? What do they use them for? The baskets, I mean. Are they for fishing or carrying things or what?"
As they reached the front door of the small eatery, Julian allowed the question to hang between them in the stale Manhattan air, losing it briefly in the humming buzz of nearby traffic, blaring car horns, and something that sped by with a siren. That was one of the city's more interesting quirks. The tall, crammed, steel buildings that lined the streets in abundance echoed all sounds, but particularly the ones already much too loud and obnoxious, creating a sea of noise the likes of which probably could not be found anywhere else on the universe. Nothing was quite as shrill and ear shattering as an ambulance siren downtown. It was fascinating, in an aggravating way, but thirty years living in the same place usually builds up ones tolerance, particularly to noise. But, knowing that Adrianna was likely less equipped to deal with the noise, Julian was quick to step in front of her, swinging the door open from one side and politely allowing her to step in before him. The eatery was rather small and didn't shield them from the ambient noise much, but it was a definite improvement. Small round tables stood in rows and took up the majority of the room's tiled space, while the back wall was more of an open top counter space, behind which, sizzling grills and burning ovens could be seen... and smelled. Julian couldn't help but give the air a very shameless sniff.
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Post by Andriana Hattie Vernon on Sept 6, 2012 9:46:00 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 was very pleasant. She was glad she'd come out, she didn't know anything about this man, and he was going with her to eat, and he could have been a serial killer with a pretty car to lure people to him, but to her he didn't really seem the type. She was just glad for someone to talk to her. She really was a shut in, despite him saying she didn't seem like one. If he could see her apartment, he'd think otherwise, she was sure. Maybe she should clean it up, and get some light in there..maybe, but let's not get crazy, there was only so much good light could do. It was good during the day, but at night? Light coming from the moon meant pain she couldn't explain or do anything about. It was what it was, and there was no way around it....she was good at ruining almost positive thoughts, she really was. Debbie Downer right here, watch out if you desire to think anything happy; keep it away from her.
"That's a relief, I really don't mean to be such a...buzz kill? I was going to say boner kill, but that sounds like talking to my 16 year old sister, and I should be a little more eloquent then that I feel like." She said with a smile and a slight red tint to her face. Talking seemed to even make her nervous now. Or maybe it was how she was putting things. Either thought process, she was blushing now, and it was ridiculous.
She looked up as he asked about the baskets. "Well, I don't know what they were always used for; I'm sure you know Charleston was a huge part of the depressing era that was slave trading and all that stuff, so I think it was something maybe brought from somewhere else and they used the baskets for that sort of thing? They're pretty sturdy considering they're hand woven. Mama would keep napkins and stuff in them for when we had company, they generally are just expensive conversation pieces now though I think." She was pretty sure that was right, she never did ask, she didn't feel it was right or good to really ask something that could most likely be taken as an insult.
They reached the restaurant, and she smiled, ducking her head as he held the door. She nodded a thanks, and looked up at the small place. It was to her like one of those tiny places you'd see in a movie, and not ever be able to find unless you knew where it was. She smiled, and she looked up at him, then over the tables, "Where should we sit?" She had this urge to play with her hair, or do something else that would alert to anxiety, but she was going to. She had to just get over this fear she had of potentially making a friend, or something, whatever was bothering her. She figured it could also be an enclosed space, but she figured it was just a fleeting feeling that would pass.
As they sat, she glanced around again, and didn't want the conversation to die, so she just started talking again, "So, I know this sounds strange but this is the first real conversation I've had in a good while, well except for this one run in I had with this woman with a cane late at night..and I'm not really even sure that really happened...now I sound like a crazy person, but all the same I'm glad I came over to say something about your car." She could have just said that, but she had to go and be weird...oh well, can't worry about that now, hmm?
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Post by Julian McAllister on Sept 6, 2012 23:08:56 GMT -5
"A woman with a cane?" Why that descriptive detail had jumped out so prominently, Julian would wonder later but, in the moment, he found himself quirking an eyebrow questioningly. Typically, the only people who walked with canes were the elderly, and usually, in conversation, they were simply described as old people, rather than 'generic individual with a cane'. Though he supposed it may have been an accident victim or someone with a degenerative disease, those weren't horribly common on the streets of New York city- the extensive crowds kept them shut up in their houses. Immediately, he drew up a mental picture of a female pimp- the only other instance he could think of involving a cane, but willed it a way with a grimace and a skeptical shake of his head. "You know what, I don't even want to know what went on in that conversation."
He spoke jokingly with a casual shrug of his shoulders and a dismissing wave of one hand, as though pausing, preparing to explain what ridiculous thing had crossed his mind. But rather than verbally step into unwanted topics, he allowed himself to be distracted by the asian man standing in the far corner of the room. The man was short, with a round full face, and a mop of black and silver peppered hair seated upon his skull, that was held back and out of his eyes by an orange bandanna. Though out of conversational range, he still greeted the lycan pair with a broad crooked smile and an enthusiastic wave. He also called something out to them, which was what brought Julian's cool blue gaze from the conversation he was having, but he didn't bother to ask for clarification, instead giving the familiar restaurant owner an appreciative nod and a smile in return.
He was quick to steer his companion away from the older gentleman though, not terribly interested in trying to speak with the foreign old man. He was a nice enough fellow, often gave the familiar lycan discounts on food or even free leftovers when he stopped in before closing time. But Julian's attention span and tolerance were highly limited today and, without actually saying anything, he made it terribly clear that he had no interest in sharing with anyone other than Adrianna. Instead, he nodded toward the side wall of the restaurant, which faced the sidewalk and was consequently made almost entirely of big, broad, slightly tinted windows. The tint kept the sun from being glaring, but the light was nice, warm in the artificially chilled air.
"Well," He started a little suddenly, picking up the conversation right where they'd left it moments before. "I'm glad you're not regretting your decision. Though I'm a little bit ashamed that I don't have more to say about it. I'm terribly daft with cars. Hopefully, the pizza will make up for that."
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Post by Andriana Hattie Vernon on Sept 8, 2012 11:07:03 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]
Laughter escaped her as he picked out the part about the cane. She really didn't know what to make of this woman, but the run in left an impression. "Well, I assumed maybe she was going to try to mug me, but she just tried to walk me home when I looked lost, I don't really think I was lost, I just..didn't 100% know where I was. I would have figured it out eventually." She tried to explain, but it wasn't really going where she intended. "I guess that's my fault for going on a walk at night." She said with a mild shrug. She should have known better, but it was in the past and it didn't really matter now, she guessed. She hadn't gotten mugged, so she just would have to learn better of venturing out alone in a city the size of this one.
Her eyes followed his distracted ones to look at a small man. She assumed this was the man he'd spoken of before they got here. He seemed a nice enough person, offering them a smile. She smiled back, lowering her head lightly. Attention still came as a shock at times to her, but it really had nothing to do with her, he was just acknowledging who she was with, so she shouldn't have looked down, but it was what it was. She did her best to pick her eyes back up, and then back to the table. Suddenly, the table before her was rather interesting, and she just couldn't seem to look away from it. Once upon a time, it woulda been a cold day in Hell when she couldn't make eye contact with just about anyone.
Her eyes left the table as he spoke. She looked like she'd been distracted, which she sort of had. Her head was her worst enemy when she was out and about. She could wander in there and not come back out for hours. It was dangerous. She smiled as he spoke, "Well, don't beat yourself up about it too terribly. I just know what cars "look pretty"; I know nothing of them, so I can't really say I'm any better then you." She said with a smile. "But, all the same, I think pizza can make up for just about anything." She said with a falsely serious expression that soon dissolved into a smile.
"So, beyond having a nice car neither of us know anything about, what's your story?" She said with a tilt of the head. She was focusing too much on herself, and wanted it to stop, so she decided to try to turn the conversation away from herself, and learn what she could about him. Seemed a lot less selfish, and more fun to talk about. She wasn't very exciting, and she wasn't going to pretend she was.
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