Title: N O W; don't just walk away
Description: ;Are You Happy Now?
Andrea Martin - May 3, 2008 09:14 PM (GMT)
There was a certain time of day that Andy couldn't help but wander around town at. It was usually at about high noon, but sometimes if she got caught up with something at home she'd get there a little bit later. She never really did much more than browse through shops and look in their windows; she was sort of running on a tight budget.
It was hard to write for a living, sure the books brought in a decent amount of cash, but in between books she was usually more or less broke. She found that, being an author was a good way to skim through life without having to make too many stops along the way and the sooner she was old and grey and writing corny love stories from her creaky, wooden, rocker, the better.
Not that Andrea didn't love living, in fact she was relatively content with her lonely existance! She just thought that there was so much pressure on her to be something she just... wasn't. She had to be a skinny little bitch to everyone she met, with big hair and thick eye make up, and she was expected to go out and have fun with friends, and go to bed at eleven and be home by dawn and all that. Was their any demand on the elderly? No. Definitely not. You didn't see lingerie adds with wrinkly old women on the front of them; they didn't have to be seen partying 'til dawn. In fact it was usually frowned upon if they did! And not only that but they were always so smart!
Having gotten herself a little caught up in her thoughts, Andy groaned as her pocket began to sing some annoying song she'd accidentally downloaded for her phone. She really needed to change that.
Only two people ever called; her Mother and her agent. Now it was her agent. Answering, she was given an earful of how she was supposed to be at home writing out some tragic end to her tragically new tragedy, "Seamstress". It was a book about a crazy old widow dress maker who lured young girls into her dress shop and flayed them alive to make dresses out of their skins. She had ironically named the heroine, who ended up not being turned into a nice cream colored shawl, Lace.
"Goodbye," she muttered once the wrath of her agent had been released. She hung up and shoved the little abomination with unlimited texting into her pocket and started walking non chalantly down the street.
I have no life. She thought finally with a grim smile. My life was over before it started.
Adrian Vega - May 3, 2008 09:33 PM (GMT)
Adrian loved to walk, did he ever bother with any other kind of stress reliever? Never, it was the walking that made it all worth it. He continued down the street, he wasn't breaking any borders today like he had been the last few times he'd come out, he easily towered over a few of the random bystanders that passed by. The sun was occasionally nice to bask in but for the most part he hated it really, the street was loud. Yeah, the sun was horrible, he only enjoyed his curse because it meant he was of the night, the cool, serene night.
The scents of all the resturants and they're frozen food filled his nostrils, his nose wrinkled slightly of the smells. He'd be sure to go out tonight to hunt. He loved the sounds of the city though, nothing like peoples incoherent chatter on the phone and cars honking, siren wailing as they chased down some theif or criminal of some kind.
It was a bit exhilirating for him but he didn't really think much of it, it was just the noise that brought an odd calm to his senses.
He began to cross the street, a screech of tires tearing against the pavement, he looked over and just manged to jump back. It was the 2nd time this week he'd almost been ran over. Maybe it was a sign? He wasn't much liked in the underworld community he brought a lot of trouble to a lot of gangs and he'd not made too many friends.
Adrian looked up to the blue sky, it was always beautiful. No matter what time of day it was, it was un-touched. The world was an easy place to cherish his mind was lo..., "Ugh." He spat. He bumped into a young women, a very pretty young women, "I'm terribly sorry, I wasn't looking where I was..." His words faded away. She had very pretty eyes. Blue, like the sky, "I wasn't looking where I was going I'm sorry," He paused, "My name is Adiran." He introduced himself with a polite smile.
Andrea Martin - May 3, 2008 09:47 PM (GMT)
Andrea let out a little 'oomph' as she was run over by yet another giant man! She seemed to be seeing a lot of those lately. And did they all have to be abnormally good looking? She took another severe hit to her self-esteem. As she bumped into him, she also dropped her cell phone from her sweater pocket and watched it crash to the concrete. The back popped open and she watched as the battery bounced away beneath people's feet.
"Aw shit... Hold this?" She bent down and picked up her cell phone and shoved it at him before hurrying away to fetch her battery. She ended up cussing out a group of kids for when she'd reached down to pick the cartridge up, one of the little punks had stepped on her hand. Getting a stern look from some old biddy, probably the kids' mom, she rolled her eyes and returned to where she'd left Adrian with her phone.
"Thanks," she muttered snatching the phone away from him and replacing the battery. "Andy," she added, eyes turned downwards as her phone came to life. "Do you always introduce yourself to people you accidently run into in the street? Or maybe did you bump into me purposely just to give me your name and get mine?" she inquired, shoving her cell back into place and putting her hands into her pockets. It wouldn't have been the first time. She was used to attempts at flirting from random strangers! Sarcasm. Very heavy use of sarcasm too. Usually, she had her head down too much to really catch the eye of anyone... so how this guy had pulled it off she had no idea. Maybe he was a magician? She grinned a little at the thought. Oh yes; he was a magician who had the ability to make eye contact.
Adrian Vega - May 3, 2008 10:01 PM (GMT)
He'd managed to bump into the fraile young women and drop her phone. Today was his day, she shoved something into his hand. It was her phone? That was a first he'd normally think that maybe getting her number would be more helpful but that wasn't his intentions. Well not at the moment any ways, she went to grab her battery, some kid stepped on her hand and she... cussed at him.
He'd never seen that done before but then again what was he going to say? Don't do that? It was a bit ridiculous but I guess to each their own. She manged to blurt her name as her dainty hand snatched the phone back, "Oh yeah, this is how I meet all the women I've ever dated by bumping into them," He retorted with heavy sarcasm, "Although if I were to bump into a random gir... woman I can't see a better choice." He said with a wide grin, showing his pearly whites.
Adrian realized they were getting in the way of people and not wanting to be rude or anything like that he'd maybe figure to ask her to coffee or maybe a soda. He wasn't a big fan of coffee or anything that tasted like dirt for that matter, "Umm, since you belive my intentions to be to get your name," He sighed, "would you like to go for a soda or something?" Asked Adrian with that same toothy grin.
He wasn't much of a talker but apparently that smile hasn't gotten him places he'd never really thought he'd be at...
Andrea Martin - May 3, 2008 10:15 PM (GMT)
Andy looked up at him skeptically, "A soda? What are we? Teenagers? You want to buy me a drink... you buy me a vodka and tonic or a strawberry cooler." She was about to wave him away when she caught sight of his smile. It was so perfect... and really it was his smile that saved him. His charm, his face, and just his tidy perfection.
Running a hand through her hair she sighed, "Alright. Sorry for bitching at you, it's just my agent is on my ass, and has been, for the past week or so and she says that if I don't get the next chapter into her by Monday she's going to go over to my house and beat me senseless. Don't blame her though, I sort of have been procrastinating a bit... a lot... So I have like four lines? What she doesn't know can't hurt her. And as if she'd have the balls to come over to my house and actually tie me to a chair in front of my lap top." There was an array of colorful language snaked into her phrases, but it she didn't really seem to care. She was vulgar and profane; it was just the way she was. In fact it had always been like that. She started walking forward a bit and when he didn't follow she stopped and looked over her shoulder at him.
"Well you coming or not?" She really hoped not. She never let random strangers buy her drinks. In fact, she never usually let random strangers even talk to her! He'd somehow been some sort of exception. How he'd even managed that, she was still unsure, but she'd figure it out eventually... if she didn't forget.
Adrian Vega - May 3, 2008 10:33 PM (GMT)
She gave him a look as if he were joking. He wasn't a drinker and so much for expecting any less then what she'd just thrown at him but her facial expression changed it seemed the smile gave him a victory. His body did produce pharmones that made him a bit more attractive then what he was made out to be, "Um, I don't drink but I have no problem getting you one." He winked at her. Adrian thought she was a bit fiesty, he liked that. He was surpirsed by his clamness for most of his kind were a bit... Fierce, for a lack of a better word.
Adrian watched her carefully his eyes keeping stride with every movement. He liked to be observant, she ran her hand through hair. She bursted out with.... a rant? He hadn't expected that so much, he was waiting for more of a, "fat chance" But it wasn't like that, "It's quite alright. I never really did like agents. Mine is always bugging me about playing at random gigs. I'm not much for run-down, sleazy "resturants" but it's money," He paused, "You have a colorful vocabulary, ya know that?" He said sweetly, throwing that charming smile.
'Crap' she was walking away, he'd probably had offended her but she turned around and looked at him.
"Well you coming or not?"
He walked after her. He jumped quickly to the side of the sidewalk where the traffic was, it was always polite to make sure the lady was safe, he turned to her with a crooked smile, "I know the place with the best burgers you'll ever have," He grabbed her by her hand, "they also have a wide variety of liqour for you..." He struggled for the word, "enjoyment." He added pulling her in the opposite direction.
Andrea Martin - May 3, 2008 10:50 PM (GMT)
The feeling of walking in one direction and then being yanked in the opposite wasn't one of her favorite feelings but she didn't complain.
"You have a colorful vocabulary, ya know that?"
"Yeah. Like a rainbow, and my mother never lets me forget it. I don't really give a damn though. I mean if you think about it? They're only words and words don't really convey much more than how you feel. Personally? I'm often pissed off and angry at the world, so I just shower it with praise." Wasn't she the little hellfire sadist? But it was true. She had no good reason to be happy with the life she lead or the world she lived in. So far? All's it had really done was screw her over.
"And how the hell do you not drink?! What are you, a saint or something?" she smirked at him and then looked at the sidewalk. She was surprised he hadn't turned running in the opposite direction yet! She was about as soft on the outside as a porcupine and her tongue was about as sharp as one too. Good news was that he wasn't an ass hole. If he had been, he would have waved her off and plagued some other girl with his presence; she just wasn't worth it.
"So you're a musician then?" That was one way anyone could interest her, she was always intrigued by music... no matter what it was. Her music tastes were different to say the least. Some days she could be listening to Beethoven beating out a mean Moonlight Sonata on the Forte Piano and other days she was dancing around her house in her underwear, or naked, screaming Oops I Did It Again at the top of her lungs. She wasn't a good singer and more than once the neighbors had called the police to report that someone or something was dying. By the third time they knew that it was just their insane author neighbor drunk, alone, and often times a mess of tears.
Adrian Vega - May 3, 2008 11:10 PM (GMT)
She struggled as he pulled her the other way around but it was a bit futile his strength was greater then her and even though she used her entire body and he just nudged he managed to get her going the other way. Adrian wasn't one for random behavior but he had to do what he had to do. He let go of her wrist as their pace slowed a bit and he turned in her direction, she walked with very little confidence her body was slouched, and her hair kind of covered her face. She was much to pretty for that, "You make a good point. Words are nothing more then an expression but hey sometimes people don't like the way it sounds ya know?" He replied to her thought.
He put his hand against her back slightly nudging her forward her body moved up straight and he sweeped back a lock of hair behind her ear, "Not to be cheesy or anything but you're much too beautiful to stand like that." He said keeping his eyes in front of him. Adrian wasn't much for the bitter type of people so he thought he'd lighten her up a bit without the use of alcohol if he could.
"And how the hell do you not drink?! What are you, a saint or something?"
"Umm, no I don't," He replied, " and let's go with "or something" shall we?" He added with a smooth tone. He was never really any kind of drinker, tried it once when he was a kid and woke up with a major headache, it wasn't something he'd look forward to doing again. He looked over to her with that same smile her blue eyes still quite breath-taking.
They took a few more steps when she gave him a preplexed look, "Actually I am a musician. I play the piano. Anything genre you could possibly think of I can play it Jazz, Classical, Rag-time, anything," he boasted, " I try to be modest though." He added at the end after his not so modest rant.
Andrea Martin - May 3, 2008 11:21 PM (GMT)
"I can see that," she replied, blushing violently not only from his touch but from his words. Beautiful huh? I've been sexy, hot, attractive even... Never beautiful though. That's strange. What's with this guy? Guys just didn't say things like that any more. It was always, "Hey sexy" or "Nice ass" both of which she rather resented.
"Alright so, stop me if I'm wrong... You're a musician, a modest one, and you don't drink. You think it's okay to dazzle women in the street with your perfect smile, when really it causes breaches on safety, and I know this because I think my heart near jumped up out of my throat. You aren't a saint, but something else like one, you're a smooth operator, and you're extremely good looking. Not to mention you take pity on the less fortunate, me, and think it's fun to take them out on dates. Am I right? And don't argue with that bit on the less fortunate. I'm a mess," she said with a small laugh.
((Sorry it's short!))
Adrian Vega - May 3, 2008 11:41 PM (GMT)
Adrian pursed his lips together into a smile that exposed his dimples, he turned over to her, she was blushing maybe it was a bit too much to be sincere to strangers after all that's not how the world worked anymore. It was all buy drinks, sleep with strangers and forget your married but he was born in a different time and being sincere was just something he thought was something everyone should do so he was about as honest as he could be.
He nudged her again so that they turned the corner, he wanted to take her through a small park just a block or so out of the way but they'd still make it there in 5 or 10 minutes. It wasn't any "Alden Park" but it was nice and he liked it. He was a real odd-ball in his own pack but that's what got him beta after being with them for only a short time.
The walk had been kind quite but it wasn't akward or anything it was actually kind of refreshing, she turned to him looking like she had just solved a puzzle.
"Alright so, stop me if I'm wrong... You're a musician, a modest one, and you don't drink. You think it's okay to dazzle women in the street with your perfect smile, when really it causes breaches on safety, and I know this because I think my heart nearly jumped up out of my throat. You aren't a saint, but something else like one, you're a smooth operator, and you're extremely good looking. Not to mention you take pity on the less fortunate, me, and think it's fun to take them out on dates. Am I right? And don't argue with that bit on the less fortunate. I'm a mess."
"I could be a little more modest but hey, if you can play why not show off a little, right?" he was quick to reply, "I've never liked alcohol. I don't dazzle anyone, do I?" He said with mock surpise, "I apologize for catching you off gaurd like that. I'm far from a saint, it's why I prefer "or something", I'm just human," he continued, accenting the last word, "I don't think I'm taking pity on you and I certainly don't see you as less fortunate, plus I'm not as composed as I seem," he paused again just to egg her on, "I just want to impress you." he looked forward again fighting back a smile that managed to break through his composed face. He thought he'd ignore those compliments she shot at him, he wasn't any kind of good-looking just a nice guy.
Andrea Martin - May 4, 2008 04:33 PM (GMT)
"Impress me? Adrian, no man has ever been able to impress me in any way, shape, or form. You really think you'll be any different?" she asked skeptically. "I tend to be a bit of a handful. I'm loud, cynic, and at the moment I'm more or less broke. You might not want to go out of your way to try to impress someone like me." She broke off into a carefree laugh and stretched, basking in the warm sun. It felt as if she hadn't seen nice weather for months, maybe she would go back home and sit in her front yard to write. Her cat Buttons sure loved to roll around in the grass... maybe she'd put him outside as well.
"And hey, you do dazzle. Quite well I might add and I'd say by the look on your face you already knew that," she stated, glancing up at him. "So what do you do for a living, Adrian? Are you just a Musician? Or do you work as something else? You already know I'm an Author... but uh... pretty much if you just go rent a movie like I dunno, Hostel or something? It's about the same thing as reading one of my books. I like to kill people. Charming right?" she said dryly, examining the park around her. It was a fairly nice place, she'd never even noticed it before. Then again, she wasn't really an observant person unless she had to be. It was at that moment that her phone started buzzing and she groaned, taking it out of her pocket and staring at the screen. "I gotta take this, sorry." She put the phone to her ear and listened for a moment before she seemed to explode.
"Piss off ya prick! I'll get it done tonight! Now for Christ sakes stop calling me you slime ball!" Her rant got a few skeptic looks and she hung up without a care in the world.
"And you live in the Suburbs right?" She was so unphased by her actions... it was rather startling.
Adrian Vega - May 4, 2008 07:56 PM (GMT)
He had walked her through the small park, it was a little more serene then most places and no one ever bothered with this park, as to leave any bodies or commit any crimes it was like a paradise in hell, and sometimes this place might as well be, "Well I like to think that I'm much more capable then your average man." He replied with a smile.
Adrian continued to walk down through the park he turned to her again, as if he had just heard what she said earlier, "I like handful. I'm not much for the pampered princess type anyways. I'm occasionally broke too. Impressing you would be a challenge then?" He looked over with a sly smile.
His eyes widened a bit I guess he could dazzle not that he was totally dunbfounded by this he was occasionally known to dazzle but it never really wasn't his looks as it was his charm, "I mean I guess I could dazzle someone with the right amount of effort." He smiled that same smile, and in her direction.
Letting her know he was attempting to dazzle her, "Yup, just a musician. Not that I couldn't do something else I assure you but music is more," He paused to think of what his life previous to a werewolf was, "liberating then I could ever hope for." He closed his eyes as he began to hum a melody. He forgot for a moment she was there, "So you're a gore and blood kind of author?" He smiled at her. Adrian did kind of find charming in this odd kind of serial killer way, "Actually it is a bit charming in that... Psycho kind of way." He added with a goofy laugh.
He watched her as she looked around at the park as if it was some lost wonder in the city but really it was about as plain as the buildings that towered the city or the smokers that walked down the streets. She irked and grabbed her side, looking over to him she apologized and picked up her phone, she was listening to some lady shouting at her - Werewolf hearing always came in handy - and demanding a chapter or something completed by the end of the day. She sounded like a nice lady, if you considered nice threatening someone to strapping someone to a computer for the next year without anything to eat. His eye widened, "Oooo." He muttered under his breath.
Adrians eyes widened even more at Andrea's reply to the lady on the phone. She quickly hung up and turned over to him and asked in what area he lived, "Umm, ye-yeah I.. wait, huh?" He wasn't sure he'd heard her right, the calm she had after being so vivid and upset, but he regained his composure, "Ummm, yeah around there." He said. She was a very bold woman and didn't care for being so loud or animated in such an angry manner, "You live where? Downtown or something? A nice little apartment around there?" he'd figure to guess where she lived.
Andrea Martin - May 4, 2008 08:37 PM (GMT)
She looked at his smile and felt herself melt a little bit inside... she wasn't sure if she liked that at all. If he kept this up, he'd have to mop her up off the street; she would definitely turn to Jell-o.
"Charming? Me? Hardly! If anyone is charming; it's you! And as I said before I'm a handful... but seeing as that doesn't seem to bother you all that much, I guess that's not a bad thing!" She shook her head and genuinely smiled over at him; an accomplisment for him, in her colorful opinion. "No, I live in the Suburbs. If I lived in the city, it'd be as a hobo. I couldn't afford to pay rent on a good apartment. And the idea of being surrounded by a bunch of people doing only God knows what in their apartment, it sort of creeps me out... says the girl who writes about people chewing out other people's eyeballs." She laughed nervously and for about the fourth time, ran a hand through her hair; it was definitely a nervous habit.
And she most definitely had reason to be nervous. The last, first, and only time she had ever actually gone out with somebody had been so long ago... and she had ended up getting, not only screwed over, but crushed and obliterated. It had hurt. No that was an understatement, it had been the single most painful experience in her entire life; her heart was still in pieces over it and every time she thought about it...
Andy flinched suddenly and let out a small, pained, squeak and then blushed, embarrassed at having done so. It didn't take much to trigger the flow of bad memories, the pain they had inflicted... Not to mention how she'd been tricked in the worst possible way. She had really cared about that guy... he'd been looking for sex. Well she wasn't about to put out so easily again. She'd make every single guy work for that. The ones who weren't willing to put up with her and her... ways, they just weren't worth the time of day! Let alone any time at all.
Adrian Vega - May 4, 2008 09:21 PM (GMT)
He listened to her talk, he liked to listen to her talk, she was a real character and you hardly meet any of those anymore just seedy people who have alternate intentions although they come off as nice people or human.
Her smile was a bit breath taking, he kind of gasped and made a coughing noise, "I'm not charming," his voice was kind of hoarse, he composed himself, "you... are a bit of a handful but it's hardly a bad thing. Makes for an interesting date," He blushed, "I meant that, well umm... Yeah, I meant date." His cheeks still a violent red. Adrian was probably being a bit to open right now.
They were still walking, she happened to live in the suburbs, he'd never have guessed that. She spoke like a sailor and seemed to be one of those people who suffereed from severe road rage but he started to think it was just a act, "Oh you do?" he tried to fight back his laughter from the hobo statement, "That is a problem in this city isn't it? People doing only God knows what," Adrian kept his eyes focused on her, "yeah but you just write about it, it's not like you go around doing it," he raised an eyebrow, "do you?" he asked her suspiciously. Of course it was a joke.
She was thinking, her brow was creased like she was contemplating whether or not to blow up the entire city, "Oh!" he shouted. Adrian put his hands over her eyes and lead her to the left deeper in the park but it wasn't too far that they couldn't get back on course, "I'm going to show you this great lit... It's a surpirse actually." He smiled, leading her to a pond with a stone water-fall, there was a couple of ducks floating around. He lifted his hands, to show her the pond. Yeah, it was small but it had this beautiful un-touched feel about it.
He began to think about her. His would be wife, she was beautiful. That time was fuzzy though, her image was clearer then picture, that never had faded away but he couldn't live devoted to someone who wasn't here anymore. This girl he was with was different. He liked her, he didn't know her all that well but he did like her company she was colorful, cute, smart(she was an author after all), and didn't care much for what anyone thought of her, "Okay let's go." he said grabbing her hand, and tugging her in the directions leading out of the park. He almost forgot about the drink he'd promised her.
Andrea Martin - May 7, 2008 07:00 PM (GMT)
Trying to walk with, or after, Adrian, was a lot like chasing after a small child in a very large, very complicated toy store. He kept moving and towing her along as if she were nothing but a rag doll. Not that she minded that though. In fact at he dragged her along after him, she felt a little bit of a smile creeping to her lips. She didn't really have to worry about walking into things or going the wrong way. No all she had to worry about was not tripping over her own two feet which in her case was usually unavoidable.
She could tell by the way he held her hand that he was a strong man. He had authority and strength and she found herself red in the face even thinking about it in that way. Suddenly though, her thoughts were cut short as they passed by a pond.
Andy had never really had much of an eye for beauty or anything picturesque and she wasn't the type of person who could stare at a breath taking lake or a flowing stream for any long period of time; she got bored far too easily and maybe didn't appreciate nature as much as she probably should have.
She looked up at him thoughtfully, dark blue eyes inquisitive as ever and maybe a little curious. Something about the way Adrian moved, spoke, and acted made her believe that there was more than a hopeless romantic skin deep. There was so much more... and it wasn't like she was seeking to start any type of relationship with a him, a complete stranger, but she certainly did want to see more of him... and that made her wrinkle her nose in shock. It was strange... most men didn't even make it past hello, let alone take her out on a date and make her want to know more...
"How do you know that I don't have a torture chamber in my basement and I'm just letting you take me out so I can play Operation with you for real later?" she asked with a small laugh.
Adrian Vega - May 7, 2008 07:17 PM (GMT)
She stopped struggling after he'd taken her and started weaving her through the park and then to the resturant. She blushed, he could smell the blood running through to her cheeks, he turned around and saw that she was blushing. He couldn't help but smile he continued down towards the place he'd not really expected the red light and went to an abrupt stop, she ran into his back, "Sorry." He apologized.
Adrian looked at her quizzically, she had that same crease in her brow again, wonder what was running through her mind this time. The fear that was coming off her earlier, was no more then a after-thought, "Well, I am a lot stronger then you so I won't worry about you getting me on the floor and I have a strong resiliance to drugs," He smiled, "so knocking me out is really out of the question." his lips were pursed into a smile.
The light flahsed green suddenly. Adrian grabbed her again and began walking forward this time keeping stride with the small woman so that they could get to know each other better, and he did want to get a little bit of an understanding from her, "So," he started trying to find the right words, "why are you angry?" He asked. It was the best way he could come up with wording it and so much for being subtle but then again it never did work for him, subtlty.
Adrian was looking around to noticed he missed a turn. This was going to take longer then he'd hoped for but that wasn't something he minded too much. She was here and he did need to build up his appetite, he wasn't exactly too hungry but he could play off the hungry guy, since he could probably eat an entire deer and still have room for desert but that wasn't the point, "Took a wrong turn we're going to just go around." Adrian said taking her hand again and pulling a sharp left. They were going down a narrow path that had all those second hand stores and shops. It even had a shady figure or two lurking around but he paid them no mind.
Andrea Martin - May 7, 2008 07:45 PM (GMT)
"Hm? Oh yeah sure. That's fine, I guess," she replied lightly. Why was she so angry? Huh. What an odd question! No one had ever really directly asked her why she was so angry. Mostly, people just asked why she was such a bitch and that didn't even really require an answer... for the most part. But he seemed to be genuinely curious as to why her attitude towards the rest of the world was a blatantly put 'fuck you'.
"Hm. Honestly? There isn't much point in being anything but pissed off. No one's given me a reason to be anything but. So call me bitter or whatever, but it's just the way I think. Human beings in general tend to be too cruel and too lenient with that cruelty. We hurt, and we hate, and we just do so much wrong... I really hate that about people, hell, even about myself! I'm about as lovable as a cactus and where most stupid, silly girls my age have a very positive outlook on the world, I am convinced that life is about as fun as getting punched in the mouth!" She tucked one hand in her pocket while holding his hand in the other and swinging it gently. She then suddenly bowed her head and her face darkened.
"I haven't had any great experience with relationships either. Men, nothing personal, but men, they have a tendency to use their eyes and brute force more than their brains and their hearts. I've was hurt once and really, that's all it took for me to realize that the world isn't a sunny, kind place. Life sucks and it won't get any better... You asked why I am so angry? Some prick thought it would be fun to screw a high school girl and play with her heart a bit, before dropping her on her ass after it had been fondled enough. So there. You know, it happened a long time ago and I'd rather not remember it..." But try as she could, memories of that night flooded back to her in a river of unwanted memories; she didn't want to remember, but she couldn't quite bring herself to forget how stupid she'd been.
Adrian Vega - May 7, 2008 08:05 PM (GMT)
Adrian looked over to her with a raised eye-brow with an inquistive look on his face, his curiousity was getting the better and she hadn't said anything, but then she started talking. It was amazing, she seemed so angry like it was something that was expected from everyone like there was nothing to be happy about and she thought she had it bad? Life did suck for many reasons but it was also really nice, if you looked on the bright side. Adrian recalled how his family had been killed his brother turned against him and how his love. His wife was killed. It was horrible, but he found a brother, a real friend in Fredderick. He'd been gone for so long, his mind started wandering to where it was that stayed right now. Still chasing that rogue. He should have gone.
Andrea started to give out her reasons to why she was so unhappy and it had been a man. Of course, the one thing to ruin it for some nice girl who probably wanted to be a doctor, model, or something. Not that being an author wasn't a great job. He looked at her gloomily, she had been hurt and he didn't think that was fair to her, "Yeah, most men are scum, but I assure you that right now. I'm a friend to you and wouldn't dream of expecting more," He tried to make her smile, "I mean with all the women out there I'm sure someone was more deserving then you." His joke probably didn't go out too well.
He made another left and rushed down the street, he was trying to get there a little faster, he'd thought that maybe they could do with some privacy. Talk a little more, get to know each other, be friends at least. It occured to him then. What if she got curious about him? How would he explain living in a house full of people? Room-mates? That'd be the worst excuse to come up with but it'd work. His past was also concerning him. Adrian had made his way to the cozy little resturant. It was more like a room with 8 tables, 2 waiters, and no customers but then again no one really went to these small places. He went in and took a seat. One of the waiter left 2 menus, "A vodka for the lady." He pointed to her as he looked through the menu.
Andrea Martin - May 10, 2008 01:29 PM (GMT)
"And could you add a lemon and tonic too? If you forget that, I won't drink it and you'll have to make it again," she called after the waiter as she looked at the menu. She had a very peculiar way about her, that much was clear by how every so often, she looked up from her menu to glance about and then bury her face back into the pages of food. She absently played with a strand of raven hair, curling it around her fingers and then letting it fall back into place before picking up a different piece and repeating the process. Her legs were crossed under the table, her old converse sneakers a little bit too immature for someone of her age, but she didn't seem to care.
"Hm. I don't think I'll eat anything," she decided finally, laying down the menu and sighing. She wasn't so sure she could pay for anything in here anyways, especially if she was going to buy shampoo, soap, and a few groceries. She could afford the drink, she always could afford that, but she didn't know about anything else. She wasn't comfortable letting him just pick up the bill, it made her feel... strange. The sensation couldn't be properly described or put into words.
"What are you going to eat?" she asked leaning forward and resting her elbows on the table and holding her head up in her hands.
Adrian Vega - May 10, 2008 08:26 PM (GMT)
He looked up from his menu at her and let out something between a cough and a laugh as she wanred the waiter that she wouldn't drink the beverage unless they didn't add what it was she wanted, and they'd have to remake it. He smiled at her and kept looking at it, "Does the lemon and tonic make it taste better or something?" he asked.
He wasn't sure how drinks worked so he'd thought asking would probably be the best for just incase he'd ever have to get anyone a drink or something along those lines. He hadn't noticed how her clothes were so casaul. He looked down at what he was wearing, he had the same lazy style. He enjoyed it.
Adrian had decided on a double cheeseburger. They were good and she had to have one, it was why he brought here in the first place to show off the food at this place, so when she decided not to order anything his look turned in to this monotone expression, "We're getting a double cheeseburger." He answer her question emphasizing the we're part.
The wait came back with her drink, "We'll have two double cheeseburgers," He told the man with a smile, "well-done." He added and put the menu down at the side of the table. Adrian called out to the waiter before he went off, "And a coke please!" He shouted across the empty room. The waiter nodded and jotted it down in his notepad he looked over to her, "I'm paying." He stated bluntly to her and she couldn't object, the food was ordered and he would get kick at of her angry rant or grimacing face as she ate.
"So what else is there about you?" he asked her, the silence was deathly and he thought he'd get to know her a bit better since they were hear already and what was he going to do while they waited? Jump on the tables? Even he had better sense then that. Adrian watched as Andrea fiddled with her hair. She did enjoy to fiddle with it, if anything else he noticed she did that a lot. He looked around the room, it was a bit differen from last time he came. It was brighter he figured. The smell of the meat wafted through the room although he was sure only he could smell it. He wondered what was going on at home....
Andrea Martin - May 14, 2008 06:49 PM (GMT)
Andy smirked as he ordered for her and thought best not to object.
"Hm, yes I suppoe that is what they do. Drinking it straight will start to burn after awhile, but adding the tonic helps to water it down and the lemon... I don't know what it does exactly," she replied thoughtfully. "It's like asking for a lemon in your water I guess." She wasn't really sure though.
"You want to know about me? I'm a Vegetarian of twenty four years, leading animal activist at the local shelter, and am completely anti-slaughter house," she replied blandly, watching his face for some sort of reaction. She was joking of course, but then she remembered that the man didn't know her well enough to get it, so she sighed.
"I'm kidding, by the way, but what is there really to know about me? I don't have any siblings, I'm unemployed... oh, and I have a cat named Buttons. I'm really not that interesting a person." And quite honestly, she didn't think she was. She spent her days wandering about town, dodging her agent when the woman made house calls, and just sort of watching life and time pass by around her. She didn't have much to live for and as far as she was concerned. She supposed most people would have told her to go see a doctor or a shrink, fearing that she was just far too morbid and depressed for her own good. She fervently disagreed with such things! She would admit that she was morbid, she had to be, but depressed? She couldn't honestly say that she wasn't because, yes, there were days when she curled up on the floor in her apartment and just cried, not because she felt badly for herself, but simply she didn't see why there was a point of existing. There was no one, but an overweight cat and her mom, worth living for. Maybe that was her own fault, but the idea of trying to let more people inside her own little world was a difficult concept for her to grasp.
"What do you want to know? Ask me something, I'll see if I can answer..." she said suddenly, breaking away from her own thoughts and looking up at him her blue eyes a little dulled; she'd lost focus and it was difficult to pull her back in once she'd stepped out.
Adrian Vega - May 15, 2008 12:26 AM (GMT)
He saw her tiny smile, and he smiled in return. What could he say? Smiling was contageous or at least he thought so. Adrian hadn't really thought much of what he was going to do after this. Would he ask for her number? Would he let her be? Maybe he'd get her to go out on another date or something. He was very interested in her for some odd reason...
She started to speak and of course he was listening keeping his eyes on her every movement what he's been doing for the last few minutes, and then he heard her. Vegeterian? Oh crap; he'd done it now. He ordered a burger... With meat! For her and it was probably a bad idea now that he thought about it. His cheeks began to redden violently, this was quite the embarassing predicament. He'd have much prefered to get her salad if he knew, or something along those lines.
"I'm kidding, by the way..."
Adrian began to breath again, not that he realized he wasn't in the first place but he got a bit light-headed, 'remember to breath' he thought to himself as he listened to her finish speaking, "A cat..." he gave her an antagonizing look with a raised eyebrow, "named Buttons?" he asked the girl. He laughed at that; it wasn't pathetic or anything but it was funny to think about the name she'd given the cat... Buttons. Her brow did the crease again she was back to her plots of world domination he'd guess, though he wasn't seriously thinking that was running through her mind but he'd realized that little things triggered her memories, or made her think, or just could make her frown for reasons unknown. He liked it though; her expression, it was kind of adorable... Like a kitten, he smiled at the thought.
The waiter dropped off the drinks and informed them that their burgers would be at the table any moment. Adrain nodded to him and went back to the girl who'd begun to speak' she seemed to have lost the crease. She came back from thought of world domination, "What's you're favotire color?" he asked her a simple question, it'd be good to know, "Oh, and what is it that runs through your mind that makes you frown the way you do?" he added. The light her eyes seemed to have faded already, he was probably boring her.
Something she said triggered his memory... Siblings. He had a brother once, that he cared about and would have done anything for. His brother was the reason he was what he was and why he was in this city. The things he's took from him, the life he changed forever, but he did gain a brother (Fredderick). The other pack members didn't like him too much though the girl tried, but she tried just for Fredderick. She loved him more then Fredderick ever really realized but Adrian always saw that since his first day with the pack.
"I know I could be more interesting," Adrian apologized to the girl, "but I am a horrible conversationalist." he apologized again with a lame smile and the best puppy-dog eyes he could muster. He wasn't too sure how that had worked out.
The burgers finally arrived after about 8 minutes of waiting and they looked delicious not too greasy, but still held a strong aroma, and he knew they'd taste good. He's come here enough times to know that these cheeseburgers were the best in town or at least he'd thought so, even if people said Paulie's was the best he knew a lot of them never came around to this place.
Andrea Martin - May 15, 2008 01:57 AM (GMT)
"A cat named Buttons," she murmured through barely parted lips. She picked a piece of lint from the front of her shirt and watched as the thin, white, fluff, floated downwards. She looked distracted; in reality she was trying to figure out just how she could answer his question. What did go through her mind that made her frown? Made her seem to inquisitive? She certainly did know, however she couldn't possibly imagine just how she could put it into terms he would understand or that even made sense to her.
"My favorite color is grey. It's neutral, easy to look at, and it doesn't hurt my eyes like some colors do." So that question was easy enough, but how to properly reply to the other one? This one certainly kept her on her toes. Trying to converse with him was like trying to dodge bullets or tip-toe over broken glass. One tiny word was let slip, one tiny expression, or moment of silence and he was onto her faster than a rabid bunny on a carrot.
More interesting? As he spoke those words, she nearly choked on the sip of her drink she'd been taking. If the man was more interesting, she'd probably curl into a little ball and rock back and forth while trying her best to understand exactly what went on in his mind and what he thought when he said some things! It was crazy, but definitely true.
"Trust me, you're interesting enough! It might just be me, but if you get anymore interesting I think I might drown in it; you're already making me flounder a bit." With a sigh she finally decided on how she would answer his question, unfortunately she didn't quite get it out for their food came and to distract herself she began to slowly pick at her food before packing it in like no petite woman ever had.
Adrian Vega - May 15, 2008 06:25 AM (GMT)
The way she repeated it back to him made him feel bad, like he just insulted her only friend on the planet or something, "I didn't mean it like that," he was trying to find the right words, "it's just that I've never heard that name used for a pet, but it's nice or erm... Cute!" he blurted out the last word a bit louder then he'd meant, he got a few strange looks from the waiters and the hostess that was at the door. He seemed to be embarassing himself a lot as of today. She kept that crease even when just thinking about his question; it was probably a bit more personal then he'd meant it to be.
Adrian didn't ever hear anyone describe gray as a favorite color that caught him off gaurd, and it was probably the most surprising thing he'd heard from her all day, she had an intensity that he was expecting red, a deep purple, maybe a dark yellow, but gray? It was just something he wasn't expecting, "Of all the colors, you'd pick a shade." he replied with a small fit of laughter.
He kept an eye on her, and she seemed a bit dumbstruck by his comment about thinking himself boring, she didn't seem to agree, actually she seemed like she was going to explode from the sheer thought of his personality being bland, of course he was over exagerating it; she'd just coughed a little as she took a sip, but then he always did enjoy the looking at things deeper then they were, he wasn't any kind of detective but if he could do one thing people seldom could it would be reading people, and he reveled in that ability because he'd had even as a human but considering his age, he had been around people long enough to understand them.
"Drown in it huh?" Adrian couldn't believe his ears and he's heard some pretty crazy things, but she made more him then he really was. Of course he'd been trying very hard to impress her or give her the impression he was the most composed, slick, cool, and nice guy that she'd ever met, but if it was working he'd have to correct her because he wasn't cool, or slick all he ever had going for him was his kindness, "Well, if you say so. I think you to be much more interesting then me, but to each their own right?" he asked her; he didn't expect her to answer though.
Her eyes gave a sign of realization, but just as she seemed ready to answer his question; it was the sigh that gave her away - It could always be the little things that'd give a person away - the food got her attention. He watched her pick at it then attack it. It was amazing, but gruesome all at the same time. He decided to eat his own, it took about a mintue before it gone, "Enjoying it are you?" she looked like a wolf attacking some deer, and he knew about that all too well. She had an appetite... Adrian liked women how had appetites.
Andrea Martin - May 20, 2008 10:12 AM (GMT)
Andy looked up at him, a little bit slouched over and then laughed quietly. She popped a finger that had been covered in ketchup into her mouth and she straightened up. She poured the remainder of her glass down her throat before shrugging.
"Well Red is just simpy a revolting color. It's harsh and mean and I hate it. I don't even own a red shirt... Purple isn't bad I suppose, but it'd have to be a dark plum or else I think it would be too bright... No I like tones. They don't grab too much attention and they can manage to blend with practically anything."
"Sorry. That was rude," she said apprehensively. "I haven't been around people that much for awhile, I sort of forgot my manners." There was truth there, but a bit of a lie too. She was constantly in the presence of people, she'd just learned to tune them out. Though it was that lie that made her hands travel through her hair nervously. She hated lying. She simply did not have it in her to tell any sort of lie.
"Gah, I can't let you get the bill for this." She decided this based on the fact of her tiny unnoticed lie, the least she could do is pay for her own, if not his, food. Wasn't that proper? Or maybe it was let the man get the bill and just sit there looking all starry eyed. But remember to say thank you! She reminded herself fervently.
She was rather glad they'd strayed from the topic of what was going on in her head. She wasn't about to openly reveal such things. It was the only thing she really had left. It was a sanctuary. A protective place. No one could touch her there, she would go unharmed there. And just because someone was giving her pleasant smiles and a nice time, she couldn't let him in. No one was getting in but her. She could be but an inch from death and she wouldn't reveal such secrets to save her life. She was rather disgusted with herself that she almost had though.
Adrian Vega - May 20, 2008 10:43 PM (GMT)
He stared back at her as she looked up at him and he smiled. She stuck her finger into her mouth after the ketchup smothered on it he assumed so. He had already been on his third coke and he never understood what it was about this drink that he thought was so good about it;high in sugar, caffine, and it wasn't the kind of thing he was into, but it was a good drink.
His thoughts were interupted by he explaination of her lack of interest in color and he listened. He actually laughed at her apology, "You don't have to apologize and if you don't like color who am I to judge?" he smiled at her with that toothy smile at apparently did some dazzling of some sort.
"By the way. I like red." he blurted out as the short silence bothered him a little, she wanted to help pay for the bill and he thought she was pretty crazy for feeling the need to, "I couldn't let you do that." he didn't like that she felt bad for him having to pay, "I have more then enough for it." he tried to reassure her and smiled again.
She was starting to crease and the hiar thing that she did was probably some kind of sign too. She was far too easy to read and he thought maybe she should be more careful and maybe try not to be so obvious about her being upset. The waiter came with the check and he took it quickly, looked at it and put the money inside, "Keep the change." he didn't let her see how much it was, well it wasn't much but she didn't need to worry herself about it.
"So?" he realized that they were done here and wasn't sure wheather she wanted to keep on talking and walking at some other place or just call it a... Day. He thought maybe it'd be best to let her decide and if she was to call it a day he'd hope to see her soon if she wanted to, of course, he was more then willing to, "What would you like to do now?" he asked the young girl.
Andrea Martin - May 20, 2008 11:00 PM (GMT)
"Well maybe we can-" She cut herself off suddenly as her pocket vibrated, again, and she sighed. Reaching for her phone she flipped it open and spoke a quick hello. Then, rolling her eyes, muttered a few curses and hung up.
"I have to go. My Agent said she was going to burn my house down with my cat inside if I wasn't there in ten minutes... And I've done worse to her, so I don't doubt for one minute that she's kidding around." She pushed herself back in her chair and then wondered how she should do this...
"Thanks for paying. But the next one's on me, alright? I mean... that is if you want to do something another time? It doesn't have to be a date or anything. Just... I dunno. Whatever." She reached into her pockets and fumbled around in them for a long while until finally she produced a black ink pen and a five dollar bill. She popped the cap off the pen and scribbled her name, Andrea, out onto the crumpled surface. Then, shaking her head, she scratched that out and wrote Andy beside it. Then she clearly printed out her cell number and then her house number beside that.
"Uh. I'm sort of in and out all day and all night. So it's sometimes hard to get hold of me. I also send my phone through the wash on a regular basis so if you call it and it's disconnected that's why... Don't worry about time or anything, you could call me at four in the morning and I'd still answer unless I was out... or dead in a ditch. Drop by maybe sometime? I dunno... I like to watch horror movies in my basement, maybe I could interest you in a showing of a solid two hours of screaming and a bit of blood? Unless you're too scared that is... See you around, Adrian." Slipping the bill across the table and winking, almost coyly, at him, she stood and then strolled out of the restaurant, stubbing her toe on a table on her way out and letting loose a long slur of four letter words.
Adrian Vega - May 21, 2008 12:53 AM (GMT)
She seemed to be about ready to say something, then her phone rang. He was starting to dislike that phone, but then again it's not like he'd known her so long as to actually dislike the interuptions or anything like that. She had to go, "It's understandable. I think if I were your agent I'd consider it." he smiled and winked at her.
She got up from her chair and he thought she was going to get going, but it was not the case she seemed to be trying to get to something or say something,"Your welcome," he paused for a moment letting her say whatever it was she was going to say, "I-I-I'd like that, umm, going out some other time. If you wouldn't want it to be a date it could just be," he paused again, "or whatever." he smiled at her, he felt like a fool stuttering and losing the thoughts in his head. She had an effect on him apparently or it could be that he liked her and it'd have been a while since he liked anyone.
Adrian watched her pull out a pen after a moment of searching in her pockets and a 5? If you don't have paper improvise. It was a pretty good idea if he thought so himself. He looked to the side and looked back and noticed her scribbling something off and re-writing. She put her number from what he could see and then an other number(her house he guessed) and she put the pen back. He kind of smiled a bit excited to be able to get a hold of her.
"It's fine. I'll definately give you a call every now and then," he smiled at her; it was all he could think of to do, "yeah my shcedule it's pretty fluid too, so I'll give you a call whenever," he repeated himself, he was so mad at himself, "I mean that it's fine if you're busy I'll get to you eventually." he laughed a lame chuckle.
He was a bit surprised at the invite to her house, it was to watch gory horror flicks but it wasn't something he'd expect of her. He guessed they could be good friends or... Not friends, "Yeah I'd love to. Bloody flicks always make the day brighter." he joked. Andrea slipped him the five and winked at him. He returned the wink and picked it up, "Yeah, see ya around Andrea," he watched as she hit herself and let out a long cursing word, "I'll pay you back the 5!" he blurted a little louder then he hoped.
He got up and followed after her then passing her by he opened the door for the poor clumsy woman and smiled as she walked by, "I'll see ya around." he smiled at her. Was that all he could do? Smile? he really needed to learn some other facial expression; maybe that brooding batman pose would work out better. He watched her walk out.