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#Post#: 368565--------------------------------------------------
Re: Outside
By: Marcko Date: November 20, 2014, 7:08 am
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Aoife easily ignored her hesitance to hold his arm, her face
holding an air of nonchalance, but the second he brought it up
her cheeks immediately darkened. She didn’t reply, saving
herself from even more embarrassment and at the same time
reprimanding herself for being so easy to read. Jasper was the
same way; he could see every little tick of hers and know
exactly what she was thinking. So far Stefan was proving to be
similar - Aoife wasn’t sure if she liked that or not. At his
question her faltering smile brightened ever so slightly before
returning back to its dimmed state. “What does your room look
like?” She thought her room was quite cozy, and his books, she
wanted to know about his books. “It’s nice here. Very relaxed,
and I like that.” A shrug rolled off her shoulders; it was too
soon for her to really draw an accurate opinion, but she likes
it so far. Aoife made a point not to mention her experience at
the party the past night - or lack thereof because she ran away.
#Post#: 368588--------------------------------------------------
Re: Outside
By: Dems Darkfire Date: November 20, 2014, 10:27 pm
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He kept his eyes faced forward, keeping pace with her footfalls,
but dragging slightly to try to slow her down a miniscule
amount. Although he didn't mind the faster pace; he found the
quicker he traveled, the more likely he was to 'light up' if
pressed into a situation which required action. "My room? Ehh.
I'd put it sumwere betw'in huntin' cabin n' lib'ary." Which he
found sufficient enough to describe his home away from home. But
feeling she might be disappointed in such a short
characterization, he continued after a pause. "Nice 'igh
ceilin's, a wall o' shelves cover'd in books, n' a comfy 'ammick
cover'd n' a nice furreh blank'it. Best fer sleepin' in yer..."
He thought before he finished his sentence, but the stall gave
him a chance to change the end, "on cold nights." He could only
lift an eyebrow at her explanation of her time so-far in the
house. There was something there, but he did not press for
information that was none of his business. "Sounds like yer
'avin' fun 'ere, den." He chuckled. "N' I'm jus' tryin' te avoid
beatin' sum'un." He let his lips lift and pointed down the way.
"Looks like we're cummin' up on sum bustle."
#Post#: 368636--------------------------------------------------
Re: Outside
By: Marcko Date: November 22, 2014, 10:19 am
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The explanation he gave of his room, as vague as it was, gave
Aoife the perfect image; she pictured those high ceilings before
he divulged that information, even picturing the wall of
bookshelves before he told her so. What she didn’t expect was
the hammock. Though it sounded nice enough. Soft, furry blanket.
When he paused to change the ending of his sentence she knew
exactly what he meant, a knowing smile gracing her face. All the
while they walked she noticed his subtle attempt to slow down
the pace, which she obliged to, even slowing it down herself
when she saw the people ahead of them. Without thinking she took
another left, turning down a street with fewer people. “You said
you didn’t like being around too many people..” Was her meek
justification. Aoife was in the same boat; she couldn’t handle
being around large crowds of people - seeing the street packed
with people was daunting, to her at least. Though she was quick
to change the subject, a teasing light entering her eyes. “So,
tell me just how soft that hammock is?” A light jest to let him
know that she knew what he was going to say.
#Post#: 368654--------------------------------------------------
Re: Outside
By: Dems Darkfire Date: November 22, 2014, 3:45 pm
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He playfully gasped. "Why, miss Eh-oif-ee! If it's not too
forwerd' of me to ask, maybe you would prefer to find out in
person how soft it is." Stefan patted her hand with his free
one. He spoke with all the air of a southern bell, even adding
in a "Bless yer heart" for effect. He had noticed the abrupt
turn only after his act and did not question her judgement or
her excuse one bit. "Well, this is an adventure. What's an
adventure witout sum twis' n' turns?" They didn't seem so much
in a rush as before, and Stefan felt his heartbeat calming down.
"Hm. interestin' joints they got 'round 'ere." The house seemed
adjoined to a small housing district with a large amount of
places to get in trouble at. They must have passed the busiest
place, because these streets seemed empty, save for the
estranged pedestrian who strolled by without a second glance at
them. "So w'ere 're you from?" Small talk, he hated it, but felt
it would be good to make conversation on this walk. It was,
after all, a fine night for a stroll.
#Post#: 368656--------------------------------------------------
Re: Outside
By: Marcko Date: November 23, 2014, 12:01 pm
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A soft chuckle rolled passed her lips, a smile lighting up her
face though it quickly vanished as she fell into a roll, playing
along. Eyes darted away shyly, her smile still there but gaining
a bashful air. “Oh, you see, mister Stefan, I’m not too sure
Mama would like that; going into a man’s room alone without a
chaperone - it’s scandalous, people will talk..” Words died off
gracefully as she fell out of the role as easily as she stepped
into it. The streets grew emptier, and Aoife grew more
comfortable and less anxious. Being alone with Stefan and no
prying eyes it became easier for her to act herself; the man had
the same aura of calmness around him that Jasper had, which made
her relax into her own skin. “I was born in Ireland,” A shrug
rolled off her shoulders. “But I moved to the United States when
I was a kid.” Justification for dropping the Irish accent - it
drew unwanted attention. Now, as an adult, the accent only makes
an appearance when she grants it permission, is tired, or is
drunk, which most likely won’t happen. Ever. “Where’re you
from?” It was obvious where he was from, but she felt obliged to
ask him the question anyways to keep the conversation rolling.
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Re: Outside
By: Dems Darkfire Date: November 23, 2014, 4:34 pm
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"W're i'm frum?" He chuckled softly to himself and continued
their stroll. "I mov'd 'ere at such a young age, I guess t'e
only response is 'ere, in 'Merica." His free hand furrowed his
tousled hair, gently pushing the locks back and letting them
fall back into place. "Always told I was frum 'ere. Moved when I
was stilla small lad." He nodded and continued their walk. "So,
I'd say officially, califernya." Stefan continued to watch the
streets vacate. The less people, the more his arms and body
seemed to slack. Stefan stopped suddenly and looked up at a
sign, a smile playing on his face as he pointed. "Down fer a
slice?" The off hand pizza store he had stopped in front of was
still opened. "My treat."
#Post#: 368704--------------------------------------------------
Re: Outside
By: Marcko Date: November 24, 2014, 6:50 pm
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Hazel eyes watched with amusement as he swept his free hand
through his already tousled hair, messing it up even more than
it already was, yet it fell back in a perfect position and
framed his face nicely. As soon as she realized she had been
staring she quickly looked away, cheeks gaining a nonchalant
pink dusting. “Califernya..” She repeated under her breath,
voice adopting the same accent he had as if playfully mocking
him. “You say that but your accent tells me otherwise.” Despite
her words she let the subject drop, her attention being swept
away by the little pizza joint he stopped them in front of. The
smell was… well, it was something special. Both delicious and
sketchy all at the same time. Exciting, really. Aoife nodded her
head, the smile on her face growing. “You get this and I’ll get
dessert.” She left no room for negotiation as she led the way
into the building, holding open the door until she knew he had a
hold of it before stepping inside. Hopefully her five bucks
would cover dessert - hopefully there was a place with cheap ice
cream.
#Post#: 368711--------------------------------------------------
Re: Outside
By: Dems Darkfire Date: November 24, 2014, 10:00 pm
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He sent a glance in her direction as she mocked him under her
breath, a playful smile presenting itself on his face as he
spoke of his accent. He couldn't really help it. He was quite
the mutt himself when it came to language and his persona in
general. He followed her and continued to speak on his
nationality after she spoke of buying desert for them. "Ya mean
yer not desert? Hmm. N' 'ere I was thinkin' I was pretty
smooth." He gave her a playful wink as they moved inside the
pizza store, only catching the attention of a few. "I was born
in itali, Raised in Cali, n' spent most me life filmin' n' the
scotts n' sum on yer home island." He smirked. "Were did ya
think I was frum?" He raised an eyebrow, making his way towards
the counter without taking his eyes off of her. "Sumwere 'round
there. Er maybe teh south in t'is country." Stefan stared at the
menu for a short while before asking. "Not vegan er anythin' are
ya?"
#Post#: 369258--------------------------------------------------
Re: Outside
By: Marcko Date: November 26, 2014, 8:19 pm
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Aoife chuckled, shaking her head in dismissal of his words while
also attempting to hide the dark red that painted the arches of
her cheeks. “As smooth as petting a porcupine backwards.” She
retorted with little hesitation, giving him a playful smile as
they made their way into the little pizza joint. Very few paid
them any attention, though it wasn’t like there were many
customers in anyways, which was a huge relief. Blending in with
the crowd and become an average person was a dream; it rarely
happened, though Aoife never knew why people gave her such
special treatment. She was human, just as everyone else in the
world. “Your accent is reminiscent of home, with a few slight
tweaks in it, but I knew you weren’t born in Ireland or Scotland
- and the name Stefan screams Italian.” Unlike him, whom she
could tell had his eyes on her, Aoife didn’t make eye contact.
She remained looking elsewhere, chewing on the inside of her
cheek in thought. “So I couldn’t really guess where you were
from..” Trailing off she trained her eyes on the menu, scanning
over the choices. Aoife shook her head in response to his
question, finally looking up at him. “Nope.” A slight pause, a
wrinkle of the brow. “Are you?”
#Post#: 369831--------------------------------------------------
Re: Outside
By: Dems Darkfire Date: November 28, 2014, 7:22 pm
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"Yeh. My Accn't confuses many people. 'Specially wit a name like
Stafan Sall'zzo." Stefan stared at the menu for a minute or two,
listening to her answer and chuckling. "I could be. If Bacin
wasn't so delicious." There was a short buzz of laughter from
his lips from his own joke and then he looked to the man behind
the counter. "Aye, friend. Two slices o've bacin n' peperoni."
There was an exchange of small talk as Stefan paid the total
cost with a ten, restored his change into his wallet, and nodded
as the cashier informed him of the 5-10 minute wait time.
"Sounds good." He turned toward Aoife and nodded toward an open
booth. "Shall we take a seet?" Stefan extended his left arm and
bowed slightly, offering the first few steps towards the table
to his 'guest.'
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