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Post by connor on Jul 13, 2011 14:56:49 GMT -6
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T H E N M A K I N G A W I S H , A N D T O S S E D I N T H E S E A connor selwyn was certain there was a time in his life when he'd been innocent. he didn't remember that time, but he knew it had to exist. it existed for everyone, didn't it? a time when, before your mind was corrupted with the darkness of adulthood and all of its gray areas, you simply knew no better. perhaps that time for him had been toddlerhood or even infancy, before he'd grown into a mob soldier and, later, the godfather himself. he found it hard to believe he was what he now was: the leader of the irish mafia with no one to tell him what to say or do. this was the first time in his life when he could really do whatever the hell he wanted... and he had no idea what he wanted. he'd always been the untouchable soldier, the seasoned veteran in affairs of death and corruption, but he was listless. he'd really never had a normal life.
honestly, he didn't know why he was worrying about this. it made him a pussy. he wasn't his younger brother lennox who spent his days laying around writing poems and being gay. no, he was connor selwyn, master of the dark arts or something. he was intelligent but no scholar. he was clever but no comedian. what was he? he was the soldier his father had groomed him to be from childhood, and he was curious about more. he'd never experienced the mundane like his siblings had done. kahlan was busy doing the mundane with who knew in new orleans while asher attended college nearby, and lennox, well he was lennox. he was the epitome of mundane in connor's opinion.
stepping into the lobby to the asian restaurant, connor pushed his hands into his pockets and waited to be ushered to a seat. in his quest to nail down the mundane, everyday version of himself, he'd decided to visit the first place he could think of that was the least like the rest of his life. what better venue than an asian restaurant? perhaps he would travel to china after this was all over with. he could use a break from everything. sometimes, deep down, he got tired of constantly chasing the giovannis and trying to get the upper hand. now that he was in charge, their rivalry was all he could think about, and it was beginning to drive him crazy.
maybe... just maybe... he could be someone else for a day. he wasn't clever enough to go with a false name, so he'd just be connor, but he didn't have to be himself. he could be the normal guy who walks into a bar and picks up a girl and maybe takes her home to meet the parents. of course, one of his parents was dead - shot through the head by himself upon request - and the other half-crazed and living in ireland, but that was beside the point. he could pretend to be a guy worth falling for and not a killer. so, the new connor selwyn - the one that didn't, in actuality, exist - stood patiently waiting for the hostess to seat him instead of threatening her life at the end of his gun. notes // sorry it's so pathetically short. epic they shall be! |
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Post by andromedawallace on Jul 16, 2011 20:29:42 GMT -6
, andromeda ainsley wallace UNDER SAD STARS IN DINGY BARS WE TURN AWAY WE TEAR APART
ONE DROP OF GRACE DISTANT AND SAFE THEY CANNOT TOUCH YOU
WHERE YOU ARE COLD SHAFTS OF RAIN FALLING DARK GRAY FALLING
SO FAR THEY CAN'T BE SAVED THEY CANNOT HURT YOU ANYMORE [/sup] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/center] looking back, andie hadn't a clue as to how this had happened. she was about a month shy of being twenty three years old, working in an asian restaurant, doing essentially nothing of interest or importance with her life. time, all the time she had even been privy to in all of her almost twenty three years, seemed surreal. dreamy. hazy. phantasmagorical. one moment she had been a lonely, sad little girl in greece suffering through school and desolate holidays. next second she was a acerbic adolescent, glorying in the new-found power of her figure. suddenly she was in valkyrie, graduating from high school, getting a sad little waitressing job, renting her own apartment, avoiding all thoughts of her future. and now, all at once, she was here, in more or less the same place that she had been in five years ago, but with a slightly different job and a great deal more bitter. it was a little scary. like her life was parading on past her, while she sat in simple existence, unconscious of what she was doing and due to become conscious of it only when it was too late.
she wanted to get out of valkyrie. she had never liked the goddamn place. she didn't even really know why she was still here. she wanted to go somewhere interesting, to see interesting sights and do interesting things. almost any place that was far away from here would do. valkyrie felt like some kind of cesspool with the powers of a demented vacuum. all the plastic rich people decked out in designer clothing that they would discard without a second thought in a week or two, all the tanned, muscular, blond surfer folk, all the conniving miscreants and professional criminals... they all came together and formed the scenery of a sickly, exhaustive nightmare. it all got to be nothing short of nauseating after a while.
she stood, motionless, at her taste of asia hostess podium, while these kinds of thoughts floated through her mind. it was turning out to be a relatively slow day. she stared straight ahead and periodically bit down on her lower lip. it was near the end of her shift, thank god. she wanted to go home and sleep and avoid thinking again for a very long time, because at present she couldn't seem to stop. she was unwillingly analyzing the facets and aspects of her life, all but the ones that were too painful to think about, ones that had prompted her to cause a lot of grief in her desperate attempts to avoid them. she was so lost in her thoughts that she hardly noticed the quartet of people that entered the restaurant and approached her at her podium. a brunette man and woman with two small brunette girls. from the girls' babbling conversation that took place while their parents requested a table for four, andie gleaned that today was the older looking one's birthday. she seemed very excited about it. if this was some kind of birthday meal, why were there here and not at chuck e cheese or some other infernal child-infested hellhole? hm. andie led the group to the closest available table that was fit to seat four people. the area around it was almost deserted except for an assortment of couples here and there. andie paused before the table as the family took their seats, gazing at the birthday girl. she looked like she was probably about seven or eight, and andie wondered vaguely if possibly the little girl knew that, later on, she would remember very little of the days she was currently living. could she know that in a few years she would probably look back longingly on a day like today, wondering when exactly things had gotten so hard and why she hadn't realized that being a child was in so many ways such wonderful thing? andie was suddenly seized with the urge to tell the girl that she had better fucking appreciate being a kid while she still was one, because television was fucking lying to her and time was a vindictive hag that couldn't be trusted.
instead, however, she slapped a generic, lackluster smile on her pretty greek face and told them thank you and to enjoy their meal.
she returned slowly to her podium and listlessly drummed her fingers against its wooden edges. when that got boring, she glanced up at the clock on the wall and noted that she only had about forty five minutes remaining on her shift and heaved a great sigh. the vortex of irritating thought was threatening to once again consume her. damn it. she ran her tongue quickly over her lipstick coated lips and let her eyes roam about her range of vision. she didn't find anything interesting to gawk at, which didn't surprise her. the smell of asian cuisine was wafting from the kitchen and the dull clatter of silverware sounded from almost all directions. she tried not to think about anything. she was relieved when the door opened again a minute or two later. she was marking any distraction off as a positive at this point. an elderly couple entered and she smiled politely and showed them to a table, not far from the family she had just seated. they were currently having their order taken by one of her coworkers named tyler. he was a fucking douchebag.
upon returning to her podium once again, she found a young man waiting for her. he had dark hair and relatively dark skin. very good looking. suddenly, she realized that this annoyed her. everybody in this goddamn town was fucking gorgeous, it was wholly unnatural. she didn't bother to smile this time. "you are alone, yes?" he appeared to be, but maybe he had a few cohorts outside parking the car or something. he gave her an indication to the affirmative, and she gestured at him to follow her. "right this way." she led him towards the opposite side of the restaurant that she had led the previous two groups of customers, and felt her unwarranted annoyance with him ebbing as rapidly as it had sprung up. she presented to him a table for one, shifted her weight onto one hip and fixed him wit a quick, surveying glance. she didn't know why but she was suddenly was in the mood for conversation. "thank you. enjoy your meal." for some reason her accent was present in a more stronger concentration than usual. over the past few years she had become quite skilled at controlling it. "that's a nice shirt," she said offhandedly. she didn't know why. she didn't even think the shirt was that nice.
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TAG connor!
CREDIT lyrics by crooked fingers.
ATTIRE hostess getup.
NOTES itty bitty gm in there. hope it's okay.
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Post by connor on Jul 19, 2011 8:28:01 GMT -6
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T H E N M A K I N G A W I S H , A N D T O S S E D I N T H E S E A she admitted the shirt wasn't as terrific as she'd first pretended it to be, and the new connor found this humorous. he chuckled, his brow furrowing slightly in laughter as his irish voice bounced with amusement. she was honest and not many people in his life were. lennox was perhaps the most honest person he knew, and he'd never appreciated his younger brother's good qualities: wasn't particularly planning on it either. sometimes, he liked to see the dark side of things. that was his way. but should he be thinking in such a manner now? with this new turn of himself, this new version? perhaps not. he wasn't really sure. he'd never tried to be anyone else before; the entire experience was fresh and new. so as he motioned to the empty seat and the girl told him to hold on, disappearing before he had the chance to protest, he widened his eyes, smiled to himself, and shrugged as he looked back down at the menu. her words signified she would be returning, so he didn't worry.
before long, as he perused the lo mein options, he heard voices across the restaurant near the doors she had disappeared into, and he watched the goofy waiter swooning over the blonde. he smiled to himself: some men were hopeless. connor had never been the type to fall all over himself in front of women, and this new version of himself wouldn't either, but it was entertaining to watch the younger man having a heart attack from the girl's attention. as she turned away from him, he saw the last vestments of a flirtacious smile disappear as if blown away by a strong wind, and then she flitted back to the table, plopping herself down and announcing herself.
hi, what's up? was the simple introduction, and connor flattened his menu onto the table, planting his elbows on it as he leaned against the table and made eye contact with her. her eyes were rather intriguing if he was allowed to think such things in his 'lighter' state of mind. he concluded that the lighter version of himself was allowed to do anything he pleased that didn't downright disgust him. "i can't admit to much being up with me," he offered, allowing a smile to cross his handsome face. he knew he was attractive - and not entirely in a self-centered, egotistical way - but few people got to see his good looks past the blood and gore of his everyday life. glancing away from her gaze so as not to seem intrusive or rude, he offered his hopeless menu a brief look and then looked up at her again. "i'm connor by the way. connor... gregory." a fake last name seemed the wisest method of travel on these streets of his imaginary life, and technically he wasn't being dishonest since his middle name was gregory. however, he somehow knew the girl was much smarter than most people would have predicted, and if she'd been around valkyrie long enough, she would recognize his last name if not his first. the selwyns were one of the 'ruling' crime families in the coastal town, and the locals knew them well.
"surely i've seen you around. how long have you lived in valkyrie?" it was an inquisitory question which would serve him with an estimate of how well she was versed with valkyrie's atmosphere and how open he could truly be without giving himself away. being two people means one of them must hide. he smiled to himself at the thought. he sounded like his mother. his mother had always been the thinker in the family. although his father was an intelligent man, he was the brawn, and his mother was the scholar. when his sister kahlan had been banned from all dealings with the family's crime life, she'd soaked up every bit of information their mother would teach her, and she'd taken on the role of scholar as connor grew into the burly half of the duo. kahlan would make a good ally, he mused, realizing it for the first time. but she was in new orleans content with living a life away from him for now. he knew, however, that nothing stays the same and everything changes. perhaps she wouldn't be in new orleans forever, and he could use her wisdom to further his operation in the future.
back to the matter at hand, he reminded himself, admiring the girl across the table as any normal young man would do. the point of this experiment with himself was to relax and forget about the hectic truth of his life for a time. thinking about it constantly in the back of his mind wasn't doing his mental vacation any good. "i'm assuming break time is over as soon as pimply-face gets jealous enough of me to break up our little rendezvous?" he smiled genuinely at the thought. notes // --accidentally wrote over this one-- |
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Post by andromedawallace on Jul 26, 2011 13:29:26 GMT -6
, andromeda ainsley wallaceUNDER SAD STARS IN DINGY BARS WE TURN AWAY WE TEAR APART
ONE DROP OF GRACE DISTANT AND SAFE THEY CANNOT TOUCH YOU
WHERE YOU ARE COLD SHAFTS OF RAIN FALLING DARK GRAY FALLING
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she wasn't really planning on trying to look a gift horse in the mouth, here, though. even if, despite the man's considerable attractiveness, the old essential urge to flirt felt significantly less urgent than usual. it was actually probably debatable whether or not andie's persistent desire to flirt with many of the young men she came into contact with was actually more of a compulsion nowadays than a desire.
"do you have a break soon, perchance? this table would be much more interesting with two rather than one." he gestured pleasantly toward the vacant chair opposite the one that he had evidently decided to use as his own, casting another smile in her direction. he had a rather dashing smile. hm. andie ran quick a hand through her hair and thought about her options for a moment. she craned her head around in both directions, scanning the restaurant... there were no additional customers waiting dumbly to be instructed about where to park their keisters for the duration of their meal. maybe the fact that the flow of customers was a small one coupled with how she was bound to have sensible coworkers around who could seat anyone who appeared to have been waiting for a long time would be enough to tide her over for a while. she could just tell him that her shift ended in a bit less than forty or so minutes and ask if he wanted to wait it out or something. part of her really wanted to just say fuck it and sit down and enjoy some social interaction that extended beyond giving out meaningless pleasantries and thank yous that she didn't mean at all. the more she thought about it, the more tempting this course of action seemed. it wasn't like she was any kind of model employee, anyhow. hell, she actually kind of despised her job a lot of the time. let them fire her, see if she cared. she could always another job that was practically the same as this one somewhere else in town; something menial and shitty and boring that made her want to run far, far away from this godforsaken place.
"hold on," she said distractedly, not meeting his gaze, as she turned around and walked away. she crossed her arms over her chest as she walked, on the look out for and ready to pounce upon any coworker who looked to be at all idle. though she couldn't exactly recollect deciding on this instead of simply sitting down and marking it up as a "fuck the system" gesture, apparently some part of her thought that it was a good idea. she passed by the small family she had seated just a few minutes ago and noted that the two little girls appeared to be playing rock paper scissors with each other, she also saw the elderly couple that she had assisted right before her dark haired handsome boy. they were having their order taken by a waitress whose name andie could never remember. it was sandra or something. sarah? cindy? whatever. an idle coworker was not to be found until she had passed through the swinging doors of the kitchen and was immersed in a wave of heat and a medley of odors related to asian cuisine and cleaning products. two waiters were slumped against the counter, chatting with one of the cooks, who was busy over a stove. andie paused for a moment to survey the two bums. one of them was tyler, the douche bag, and the other was a tall, scrawny kid with freckles who didn't look like he could be much older than eighteen. the latter definitely seemed like a better target because, for one, andie didn't feel like dealing with mr. douche bag and, for two, he looked gawky and geeky and was probably easily manipulated. she let a pseudo-genuine, coquettish smile spread across her face as she crossed the distance between them and stopped. "hello," she said pleasantly. "you're not busy, are you?" she didn't give him any time to answer. "i need you to come with me." she hooked her arm through his own and ushered him out of the kitchen, hearing tyler snigger all the while. she made a mental note to "accidentally" dump a big pitcher of water onto him later. "i need you to do me a favor," she said to the gawky boy, who glanced down to meet her gaze and nodded seriously. andie increased her pace, as her podium was in sight. still no new customers, though. "can you cover for me for a while?" she asked, giving him a look that was simultaneously pleading and flirtatious. "just for half an hour. i would totally owe you one." cue the big grin. gawky boy nodded. "okay." andie thanked him, her voice airy and chipper, and even gave him a one armed hug before she walked away once again.
she let the fake smile on her face drop the moment she had turned her back on him and began to head back toward where she had left her company seeking stranger. upon arriving, she slid smoothly into the seat he had offered her a minute or so ago. "hi. what's up?"
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TAG connor!
CREDIT lyrics by crooked fingers.
ATTIRE hostess getup.
NOTES hope you have enough.
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Post by connor on Jul 30, 2011 9:27:10 GMT -6
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words // 821 // outfit // above // tagged // andie boy with a coin,
T H E N M A K I N G A W I S H , A N D T O S S E D I N T H E S E A she admitted the shirt wasn't as terrific as she'd first pretended it to be, and the new connor found this humorous. he chuckled, his brow furrowing slightly in laughter as his irish voice bounced with amusement. she was honest and not many people in his life were. lennox was perhaps the most honest person he knew, and he'd never appreciated his younger brother's good qualities: wasn't particularly planning on it either. sometimes, he liked to see the dark side of things. that was his way. but should he be thinking in such a manner now? with this new turn of himself, this new version? perhaps not. he wasn't really sure. he'd never tried to be anyone else before; the entire experience was fresh and new. so as he motioned to the empty seat and the girl told him to hold on, disappearing before he had the chance to protest, he widened his eyes, smiled to himself, and shrugged as he looked back down at the menu. her words signified she would be returning, so he didn't worry.
before long, as he perused the lo mein options, he heard voices across the restaurant near the doors she had disappeared into, and he watched the goofy waiter swooning over the blonde. he smiled to himself: some men were hopeless. connor had never been the type to fall all over himself in front of women, and this new version of himself wouldn't either, but it was entertaining to watch the younger man having a heart attack from the girl's attention. as she turned away from him, he saw the last vestments of a flirtacious smile disappear as if blown away by a strong wind, and then she flitted back to the table, plopping herself down and announcing herself.
hi, what's up? was the simple introduction, and connor flattened his menu onto the table, planting his elbows on it as he leaned against the table and made eye contact with her. her eyes were rather intriguing if he was allowed to think such things in his 'lighter' state of mind. he concluded that the lighter version of himself was allowed to do anything he pleased that didn't downright disgust him. "i can't admit to much being up with me," he offered, allowing a smile to cross his handsome face. he knew he was attractive - and not entirely in a self-centered, egotistical way - but few people got to see his good looks past the blood and gore of his everyday life. glancing away from her gaze so as not to seem intrusive or rude, he offered his hopeless menu a brief look and then looked up at her again. "i'm connor by the way. connor... gregory." a fake last name seemed the wisest method of travel on these streets of his imaginary life, and technically he wasn't being dishonest since his middle name was gregory. however, he somehow knew the girl was much smarter than most people would have predicted, and if she'd been around valkyrie long enough, she would recognize his last name if not his first. the selwyns were one of the 'ruling' crime families in the coastal town, and the locals knew them well.
"surely i've seen you around. how long have you lived in valkyrie?" it was an inquisitory question which would serve him with an estimate of how well she was versed with valkyrie's atmosphere and how open he could truly be without giving himself away. being two people means one of them must hide. he smiled to himself at the thought. he sounded like his mother. his mother had always been the thinker in the family. although his father was an intelligent man, he was the brawn, and his mother was the scholar. when his sister kahlan had been banned from all dealings with the family's crime life, she'd soaked up every bit of information their mother would teach her, and she'd taken on the role of scholar as connor grew into the burly half of the duo. kahlan would make a good ally, he mused, realizing it for the first time. but she was in new orleans content with living a life away from him for now. he knew, however, that nothing stays the same and everything changes. perhaps she wouldn't be in new orleans forever, and he could use her wisdom to further his operation in the future.
back to the matter at hand, he reminded himself, admiring the girl across the table as any normal young man would do. the point of this experiment with himself was to relax and forget about the hectic truth of his life for a time. thinking about it constantly in the back of his mind wasn't doing his mental vacation any good. "i'm assuming break time is over as soon as pimply-face gets jealous enough of me to break up our little rendezvous?" he smiled genuinely at the thought. notes // sorry it took me a week to reply. i am ashamed. hee hee tried to help speed them up a bit, but it probably wasn't much. haha and, silly me, i hit 'modify' on my last post instead of 'quote', so i wrote over my last one. xD i'm such a doofus sometimes. lmao |
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Post by andromedawallace on Jul 30, 2011 17:50:17 GMT -6
 he leaned onto his elbows, which were situated atop his menu, which he had spread dismissively onto the surface of their table. their eyes met, his dark ones connecting to her own, which were a grayish greenish color that she had yet to correlate with any one select name. she noted that he had a rather arresting gaze. she rather didn't want to look away. crossing one leg over the other, she did it anyway by sending a neutral glance across the restaurant via a rotation of her eyes. it wouldn't do to sit staring endlessly at him for the entirety of their little (and somewhat illegitimate, due to the fact that andie was technically supposed to be working) rendezvous. "i can't admit to much being up with me." andie didn't have any trouble believing that, seeing as he was in an asian restaurant all by himself during the middle of the day. he smiled, and it took some self control for andie to prevent a smile of her own to twitch its way onto her mouth, because for some reason he seemed to have inspired her into a mood for smiling. hm. andie had heard other people say things about how certain people's smiles or laughter were contagious, but she had personally never encountered such a person. well, actually, now that she thought about it, there was izzy davis. but she didn't like to think about her. and it was pretty much essential that she avoid all thought of the davis family whenever it was humanly possible.
"are you saying you do not have some extremely interesting reason for being here all by your lonesome?" she asked innocently, now permitting the corners of her mouth to twitch into another slightly devilish grin, bringing her gaze back to his face just as he looked up from his menu, which he had taken a moment to peruse. "i'm connor by the way. connor... gregory." she noted the small pause between his first and last name, but didn't think much of it. she could only suppose that he had been under the effects of one of those moments during which the tongue refuses to cooperate properly with the brain. whatever. now that she thought about it, though, she thought that she was detecting an accent on him. was he foreign or something? it would make sense. foreigners were the most attractive members of valkyrie's citizenry. andie was wholeheartedly convinced of this. she let her smile dissipate, ran her tongue quickly over her top set of teeth and leaned her forearms onto the table. "i'm andie," she said simply. he didn't get her last name, at least not for now.
"surely i've seen you around. how long have you lived in valkyrie?" andie doubted that. she was more or less confident that if she had ever seen him before that she would remember him. she didn't often forget faces like his, unless they belonged to people whose personalities were so forgettable that they outweighed their striking physical features. additionally, it had proved surprisingly easy to go without meeting lots of people in this absurd city, even though it was an interestingly common occurence for people from a person's past to randomly pop up. andie sometimes wondered if she actually was experiencing some kind of nightmare and that someday she would wake up in a more normal, less ridiculous, disgusting place. perhaps back home in greece. this possibility inspired both a feeling of longing and of fear in her, because though she missed greece fiercely, a part of her desperately wanted to avoid returning to anywhere that would bring back too many memories of her father. he was also someone she tried her best to avoid thinking about whenever possible, because it made her feel sad and sick and incredibly exhausted. but moving past that, connor's question had prompted a grimace that she didn't bother trying to restrain. the thought that she had stayed so long in valkyrie though there was nothing keeping her now made her feel an unpleasant sensation that was some kind of combination of depression and shame. she huffed out a sigh and cast her eyes upward, trying to reckon the amount of time she had lived here. "more than five years, but fewer than six," she said finally. ugh. "but i don't remember seeing you around. so either i have not or you're very forgettable." she shot him a sly grin.
she leaned back off of her forearms, removing them from the table and tucking a stray lock of her blonde hair behind her ear. "i'm assuming break time is over as soon as pimply-face gets jealous enough of me to break up our little rendezvous?" andie furrowed her brow. "what?" she asked blankly, having already forgotten about the easily manipulated waiter. a look of comprehension spread across her face a moment later, however, when she remembered him. was connor really concerned about that little doofus?"oh. don't worry about him," she said dismissively. "i'll deal with him if he gets uppity." she paused for a moment, crossing her arms over her chest and leaning back into her chair, to study his face a bit more. very handsome, and he seemed to be one of those people who was well aware of it. andie supposed that you could actually classify herself as one of those people, as well, though she had reached a point in her life quite a while ago when the novelty of the way she looked had worn off and it no longer held any sort of sway over her. it had become an unremarkable aspect of her life that she had accepted as she would accept the typical sweltering california weather. this might strike some people as somewhat contradictory to her nature, because her appearance was the only thing about herself that she had any confidence about and yet she wasn't exactly vain. she wasn't hugely caught up in her own looks, but she did tend to expect a certain treatment because of them, because that was the way it had been ever since her figure had filled out. this was why she had grown so capable of manipulating a majority of the male population ( the ones that weren't homosexual, that is). to her it was nothing more than nature.
"so. is it a hobby of yours to take people away from work?" she asked, looking him square in the eye. she leaned forward in her chair once again. before connor could answer, andie spotted tyler, her douche bag coworker, approaching the table, having apparently decided to stop slacking like the idiot he was in the kitchen. or perhaps one of the chefs had gotten sick of him kicked him out. the latter seemed like the most feasible possibility to andie. he was eyeing her suspiciously. frankly andie was surprised that he demand to know why the fuck she wasn't working as him came to a stop before the table, pulled out his notepad and asked connor what he could get for him, suggesting that he start off with drinks. "i'll have a pepsi," she said, grinning patronizingly at him. "what are you - " andie dropped her grin, interrupting him lazily with a definitive tone of disinterest before he could finish. "i'm on a break. try not to act like a whiny little girl, please."
STATUS complete.
TAG connor!
CREDIT lyrics by crooked fingers.
ATTIRE hostess getup.
NOTES i wanted to keep things moving, hope it's okay. :]
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Post by connor on Aug 5, 2011 15:52:20 GMT -6
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T H E N M A K I N G A W I S H , A N D T O S S E D I N T H E S E A "i'm sure it would be interesting to someone," he replied, chuckling slightly. he didn't add that the prime people he guessed would like to know about his solitude would, among them, be luca and maggie giovanni. the crime power couple wanted his head on a platter, and he could see maggie's stilettos stomping him through the face if she ever found him far from his bodyguards. and that was part of the reason connor carried a gun. thinking of his weapon made him self-consciously lean away from the table, feeling the cold metal against his lower back where it was nestled protectively into the waist of his pants. he never went far without it, even in this little endeavor to find a lighter part of himself. "but, alas, i can admit to no great adventure that brings me to the rundown palace that is the taste of asia." he winked and took a swig from his drink - water for he couldn't trust himself with intoxicating beverages when he was alone - and, upon planting it on the table once more, looked over to admire the girl sitting opposite him the table.
andie, as she called herself, was a stunning specimen of a female. she wasn't the dangerous beauty that maggie was, but she was so much more intriguing in another way. her hazel - could he call them hazel? they were such a marvelous mixture of green and something else - eyes watched him with an intelligence he never saw in most women, and her blond hair and naturally tanned skin made the package remarkably complete. he knew he had never seen her before for he would have remembered even through his haze of blood and gore. he remembered women who struck his fancy past just wanting to fuck them, and this andie would have been one of them. connor laughed aloud as she stated she hadn't seen him or simply had overlooked him due to his potential forgettableness. "we obviously haven't seen each other," he commented, making eye contact once again, "because i'm rather unforgettable if i do say so myself."
usually, this would have been an egotistical comment, and he would have made sure the listener was clear on this, but he honestly meant it as a joke this time. it was something about the girl that made it so much easier for him to just be easygoing and not some crazed, bloodthirsty lunatic: his true self. offering her a smile, he impulsively reached across the table and lifted her hand, kissing the back of it as was the age-old custom of the europeans. he offered her one of his winningest smiles. "as are you, andie." he released her gently and took another drink from his water glass. out of the corner of his eye, he noticed another of her coworkers emerging from the kitchen, but he decided to ignore the young man for now. he'd seen him around, trying vainly to get into drug dealing. to the best of his knowledge, the bloke had tried to get in with his own mob and had succinctly been turned out. connor smiled wryly at the thought but didn't share it as he heard andie questioning him.
"of course i do. don't i look like the loitering type?" he asked, his irish accent betraying him as he smiled again. it seemed he had smiled more in the past twenty minutes with this girl than he had in the past twenty years of his life. not that he was a negative young man, but he lived a life that didn't permit smiling honestly when one could smile maliciously at an enemy. when the other employee finally made his way over to the table, connor chuckled to himself as andie popped off to him, and then he ordered a sprite which sent the young man sulking back to the kitchen. connor watched him go then looked back at the beautiful hostess across the table.
"when is your shift over?" he asked, smiling a small smile at her. "if you like living on the edge, i'm sure i could manage to sneak you out now." he winked conspiratorially. notes // blah, it sucks. feel free to speed things up if you want. xP i didn't want to godmode her or anything, but feel free to have them leave in your post if you want. hee hee |
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