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Post by Âłíșōñ on Nov 10, 2012 8:14:19 GMT -5
I walk slowly down the side walk, a little bored. It's been quite a while since I've done anything really fun. There's nothing that I haven't already done here that I could possibly do. Damn my endless quantities of free time. I go to college and I don't have a job. I mean, it's not like I need one. I'm pretty well off. I'm part of a middle class family that has a pretty easy life money-wise. Other than that though, we're all messed up. I sigh and look around me at my surroundings. There are a good amount of cute little shops but I'm not really in the mood for people joy. I find the least peppy looking shop and walk in. It's a café. I sigh again and sit in a booth. The waiter eyes me longingly but I ignore it. I always get those looks. After a while, it's easy to resist. I ask for a coffee and he smiles at me a little too kindly. I tuck my hair behind my ear, exposing my many ear piercings, and fiddle my thumbs until he brings my coffee. I'm definitely not a morning person.
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Post by Whisper on Nov 10, 2012 8:51:45 GMT -5
Damon was cruising along Bucharest's main street, not going anywhere specific and just enjoying the feel of the wind through his hair and the growl of his Harley Davidson beneath him. He pushed her to 160 km/h but slowed a little when he came into the thicker part of town and pulled over, parking the bike. It was still early and he needed a coffee.
He walked into a cafe and sat down in one of the booths and ordered a coffee, scanning through his cellphone's missed calls as he waited...
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Post by Âłíșōñ on Nov 10, 2012 9:26:40 GMT -5
As I'm sipping my coffee I see a strikingly handsome man walk in. I cock my head as I watch him sit in a booth and then order a coffee. Hmm...I wonder how he'd react if I joined him? I purse my lips and shake my head. No, that would be wrong. What if he has a girl friend? Even though I decide not to go join him, and I can't help but stare. I can't tear my eyes away from him. He's like no guy I've ever seen before. He's...in a word...amazing, maybe? I don't know. But he's really hot! I take another sip of the coffee and then set it down in front of me, my hands still wrapped around the mug, my eyes still on him.
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Post by Whisper on Nov 10, 2012 9:59:34 GMT -5
Damon noticed a few missed calls from his sister and wondered why she was looking for him. He would call her back later, after all it really couldn't be that urgent or he'd have 30 missed calls from her. The waitress brought his coffee and asked if he wanted anything else and he declined. The first sip woke his senses up and he breathed deeply as a smile came to his lips. Suddenly he heard a glass fall and break and he looked up, noticing a girl gawking at him. He rolled his eyes and looked back down at his cellphone. By the time his coffee was finished she was still staring and he looked over to her and said,
"Can I help you?"
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Post by Âłíșōñ on Nov 10, 2012 10:16:15 GMT -5
Oh, crap. He saw me looking. Not good. I quickly look back at my coffee and make a pained look. Crap. Not good. He asks me if he can help me and I close my eyes than look at him again. Nope. Sorry. I sigh and sink in my seat a little. Not a smooth move. I take another gulp of my coffee and cross my legs, tucking my hair behind my ear again since a few hairs escaped. I pull my sleeves down to hide my hands and look at my coffee. I take another small sip and I lick my lips, tasting the coffee on them.
All of a sudden I feel like I should say something else. Try to redeem myself, perhaps? I look up at him again and open my mouth like I was about to speak but I closed it. Uh.
[/color] I say to myself, trying to think of what to say. I purse my full pink lips and my fingers tap the table. May I join you?[/color] I know it's a foolish thing to ask but I kinda want him to know that I'm not a lunatic who stares at hot guys on a daily basis.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote] [/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by Whisper on Nov 13, 2012 2:02:20 GMT -5
The girl replied no, and Damon returned to his now empty coffee and gathered up his things. He was about to leave but when he looked up that same girl was in front of him again. She stutters over an "uh" and Damon tilts his head at her and stands up. She then asks if she can join him. He breaths a deep breath then looks back down at his table. He was actually on his way out but then again it couldn't do any harm could it? He didn't have much to do today. It was his off day from the company. He shrugs and sits back down,
"Sure, why not..."
He looked a little indifferent but when she joined him he lightened up a little. She wasn't too bad on the eyes either,
"So do you make a habit out of staring at people...?"
There was a light tone to his words and no doubt she would pick up that he was joking with her...
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Post by Âłíșōñ on Nov 14, 2012 18:07:04 GMT -5
I smile and sit down across from him in the booth. I am looking down at my hands out of habit when he asks if I make a habit of staring at people. I look up with an amused smile on my face, lighting up my features. By his light tone of voice I can tell he's joking around with me and I laugh a little under my breath. Hah, no. But I do often find people staring at me for some odd reason I can't seem to figure out.
[/color] I shrug and look up from the striking man across from me to find that the waiter who was gawking at me earlier still was looking at me. I honestly don't know why people do that. I purse my lips but then return my attention to...wait. I don't even know his name. I'm sorry, I don't believe I introduced myself. I'm Autumn. May I ask your name?[/color] I cock my head slightly and smile remembering his tone and smile from before. He has a great smile. I absently start to fiddle my ruby ring--something I often do without noticing. When I realize what I'm doing I stop right away, hoping I haven't brought his attention to it...[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by Whisper on Nov 15, 2012 1:02:08 GMT -5
Damon looked distracted and didn't look up from his galaxy tab too often. His fingers were floating over the screen with ease and a frown marred his forehead. The girl was sitting in front of him and with a deep breath he put the tablet away and looked up, smiling faintly and waving the waiter closer. He'd need more than coffee to get through the day, he thought to himself. When he looked up the girl had an amused smile on her face. Mentally rolling his eyes he asked the waiter to bring him a glass of Scotch. The girl then mentioned that she often found people staring at her and Damon smiled at the thought. SO she thought a lot of herself. This would be all too easy. She was pretty enough after all but on the other side she seemed to brag with her beauty even though she didn't know she was pretty. How odd...
The waiter brought Damon's drink and in two swallows the glass was empty. She then introduced herself and Damon replied,
"No I believe you haven't. Damon."
Autumn? Uncanny name. Damon shifted in his seat a little then made complete eye contact with her,
"Well I must say i can understand why people stare at you..."
He winked at her then put his glass aside and continued,
"So what do you do, Autumn?"
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Post by Âłíșōñ on Nov 23, 2012 10:51:08 GMT -5
When he offers his name as well I smile. Damon. An unusual name. One you don't hear very often. When he says he understands why some people stare at me my brow furrows. I shrug it off mentally and when he winks at me my heart stops for a second. I faulter for a second before I answer his question. Well, I am currently going to college for social work. I find that the inner workings of a human's mind is quite interesting. It fascinates me. Especially the fact that everyone's mind works differently and how some people have the ability to sense others' next move or sometimes even thoughts...oh dear, I'm boring you, aren't I?
[/color] I sigh and shake my head. I always get too caught up in my conversations. Damn being smart. This is why I rarely talk about me. I always show too much and end up embarressing myself. Now that I think about it, I'm usually pretty good at not portraying my IQ or letting anyone know what a nerdy freak I am. I sigh, knowing what a loser I am. Sometimes people ask me why in the world I pretend to be a dumb blond or why I hide the fact that I wear glasses. Or even why I don't think I'm pretty. And my answer is always the same. I was bullied. An outsider. People made fun of me by calling me names like four eyes or nerd. People hate me because of it. I find that people are more accepting pf me if they think I'm a little below average intelligence or if they don't know about my family. There's another thing. My older brother is a drug attict and he is an alcoholic. It affects me deeply. My parents hate me and don't respect my privacy. My older sister is a prostitute. How much more messed up can my family be? Not to mention my dad used to be a criminal. Honestly, I've always felt like I have something to prove. Someone to impress. Yet I just didn't know what. Or who. My brows knit together as I quickly come back to reality. It felt like those flash backs took forever but really they only took three seconds. I let out a deep breath and shrug to myself. So, Damon. What do you do? Any cool hobbies?[/color] I smile, my good spirited self slowly resurrecting.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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