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Post by Adrianna Daye on Dec 20, 2008 22:25:44 GMT -8
Oh, no. He wanted to make future plans. She was never good at future plans. Thing came up, people got disappointed. She hated disappointing people.
On the other hand things had been relatively quite around Portland and maybe it would be good to get out and go have some fun away from her... colleagues. … She wasn’t even sure she remembered how to have fun.
She looked him over once again. He did look relatively harmless, definitely the Good ol’ Boy type.
“Alright coffee would be good, its good coffee weather.” She said as she watch snow start to drift down from the sky. She smiled at Isaac. “You are going to positively hate the weather this weekend. I’ll have to limit the places I show you to those who have very nice heating systems.”
She was finding hard to believe how much she liked Isaac’s company already. He was so different from the people that she normally hung around, and so much easier to talk too. She found herself looking forward to his company in the future.
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Post by Jake Cornwell on Dec 20, 2008 22:39:26 GMT -8
He smiled at her, though the expression quickly turned into a light scowl at the mentioning of that weekend's weather. "It's such a shame, too. It seems like there's some beautiful land out here. Guess I'll have to wait 'til spring to go see it, though."
Chuckling, he moved as though to put his hand on the small of her back with a guiding touch, but thinking better of it, he shoved both into his pockets instead and started walking in the direction of a coffee shop he'd seen earlier that day.
"So you're from Washington, huh? Are you just here for school, too?"
His boots, sturdy and well scuffed, made reassuring sounds on the pavement as they walked. Above, the sky was dismal and grey, but his attention wasn't on it, or the dark birds that occasionally broke the monotony with their silhouettes.
He looked between her and the ground, hands deep in his pockets, shoulders slightly hunched so that he was closer to her height.
It didn't strike him as strange that he was usually more at ease with complete strangers than he was with his own family.
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Post by Adrianna Daye on Dec 20, 2008 23:11:09 GMT -8
Adrianna stood when he did and smiled. She’d almost laughed as he scowled, the Portland weather did take some getting used to.
Her light mood changed when she saw him reach for her only to shove his hands into his pockets. She supposed she wasn’t the touchable type. Ah, the let downs in life. She turned to walk toward the coffee shop to hide the brief color that had made an appearance on her pale face.
She listened to the sound of his boots on the pavement.
“Hmm?” She took a moment to process the question he had just asked her. “Oh, no. I have lived in Portland for a couple years. I left home a while back and wondered about some of Washington and a lot of Oregon before settling her. Though I did just recently decide to come restart school here.” She took a brief look at Isaac, she was probably boring him to death. “How about you? What made you want to go to school out here? Doesn’t really seem like your kind of place.”
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Post by Jake Cornwell on Dec 20, 2008 23:21:13 GMT -8
He listened to her with interest, wondering what prompted her to up and wander like she had. Though he had the good fortune to get away from his family like he had, it wasn't quite in the way he'd often dreamed of doing in his adolescence. He was like a dog on a long leash held by his father, who was in turn held by his mother.
But wasn't everyone like that, at the will of their parents? It was just unusual in his mind for a woman so young to be so... free to go where she pleased.
Or maybe she wasn't so free. He looked at her face, wondering what she was like when she was alone. Did she smile for no reason? For some reason, he couldn't picture her doing that.
Her question brought him out of the reverie inspired by her brief history.
"Me? Well, to be perfectly honest with you, Annie - she's my girl - Annie was startin' to talk about marriage and kids and my parents was all for it, and... well, I just didn't want to settle down without seeing some places first, you know? I'm the only one in my family's history who graduated highschool and I wanted to go to college, get a degree."
He shrugged, hands still warmed in his pockets. "Probably sounds selfish of me, huh?"
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Post by Adrianna Daye on Dec 20, 2008 23:33:02 GMT -8
She was slightly amazed by his answer and her eyes widened a little in shock. For one she had forgotten momentarily that he was with someone, which was no where near as shocking as the next part. He had someone who wanted him. Want to be with him for ever, and he could just walk away from them like it was anything in the world. She didn’t understand how he could do that.
She had walked, more like ran, away from many people in the past. But none of them ever wanted her. No one ever wanted her. She was completely useless, just like her mother had said.
She had to stop her train of thought. She wasn’t useless anymore, and she was part of something. Jude thought that she had a lot of potential and that she was very talented. She reminded herself for the thousandth time. She wasn’t useless.
She turned her face to him. “I don’t think it is selfish of you at all. You should always do what you think is necessary, and trying to further your education, better yourself, is never a bad thing. I am sure your Annie understands.” Realizing that she had taken on a bit of a heavy tone she tried to brighten up a bit as they reached the door to the coffee shop.
“It should be much warmer in here.” She smiled.
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Post by Jake Cornwell on Dec 20, 2008 23:42:57 GMT -8
"Yeah," he agreed, but he wondered what he had said to make her seem a little chilly as well.
Tugging his hands out of his pockets, he pulled the door open and held it for her, gesturing for her to go first. Once they were inside, he unzipped his coat and shrugged it off. Not because he was warm already, but because it had been beaten into his head that coats were for outside and you'd catch your death of a cold if you wore one inside and then went back outside.
Underneath his coat, he wore a faded gray shirt over a white thermal that had tiny holes here and there on the arms. The tattoos under his wrists were covered by his thermal; he had poked holes in each sleeve for his thumbs for that very reason.
While they shuffled in line, he looked over at her with a half smile. "You want coffee, fancy coffee, really fancy coffee, or hot chocolate?"
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Post by Adrianna Daye on Dec 20, 2008 23:55:30 GMT -8
She smiled a little wider when he held the door open for her. Not many people did that these days. She thought to herself again how he seemed to be a really nice guy. She wondered what the catch was. People just weren’t meant to be nice, it wasn’t in their nature.
When he shrugged his coat off she did the same. She never really got that cold. She folded her jacket over her arm and looked down at herself. She really should dress more normally. She was wearing a emerald green, half sleeved, form fitting dress, that fell a little passed her knees and knee-high black boots. The elemental tattoos on her wrists easily seeable. She looked around at everyone else. They all had one some form a jeans, long sleeved shirts, hoodies… she looked like she definitely didn’t fit it, didn’t belong. Which she didn’t.
She dragged a hand through her hair to clear her thoughts and looked back at Isaac. He looked perfect here, like he was another perfectly formed peace of the puzzle, where she didn’t even belong to the same one.
“Hot chocolate sound fantastic, fancy coffee just doesn’t cut it today I think.” She smiled up at him noticing for the first time how tall he was… he really was quite perfect looking. “ Are you sure you want to pay? I really don’t mind getting it myself.”
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Post by Jake Cornwell on Dec 21, 2008 0:05:06 GMT -8
She wasn't the only one looking at her dress. He couldn't help it. It was such a bright, vibrant color and... those boots. Damn. Those boots.
At least he didn't leer at her or stare; he just stole quick glances at her whenever she was looking somewhere else. It weren't polite to stare, as granpappy would have said.
Well, it weren't polite to dress like that, either, he thought to himself with a little inward grin.
"Naw, I don't mind paying at all. You're gonna spend a lot more on gas money showin' me around than I am on your hot chocolate, I'll bet."
The last person ahead of them moved off to the side to wait for their drink. Stepping up, he ordered two large hot chocolates with whipped cream.
"Want something from the case?" he asked, nodding at the display full of cookies, muffins, and weird confections he'd never tried before.
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Post by Adrianna Daye on Dec 21, 2008 3:09:25 GMT -8
Adrianna stood trying to act as comfortable as she could. She had her hands linked in front of her with her jacket folded over them. She would shift her weight from one foot to the other occasionally and likely looked a little distracted. She looked around at the other people in the room, and had a brief heart stopping moment when her eyes met someone else’s. The brown eyes that had locked hers belonged to a man sitting across the room. His eyes left hers and moved down her body. She blushed from toe to tip and quickly turned away.
I wish I were invisib… she cut her own thoughts off yet again remembering that she didn't want to be invisible, that right now she did want to be seen. Just not by the person who was looking at her. Its fine I’m sure he’s lost interest already. She thought to herself refusing to look back at him
“That’s true I suppose.” She smiled at Isaac and looked at the assortment of sugar filled items in the case when prompted. Nothing in particular caught her fancy. “I think I am good with just the hot chocolate.”
She let her eyes fall anywhere but him as they waited for their drinks. It was difficult not to stare so she decided not to tempt herself.
“So, what kind of nightclubs are you interested in seeing this weekend? Any specific type of music you like?” She asked idly, trying to keep the conversation going. She’d only ever been to one of the clubs in Portland, she wondered briefly how he’d like it, and what he’d look like there. Perfect of course, he’d likely fit in with the rest of the crowd. The crowd they would see anyway.
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Post by Jake Cornwell on Dec 21, 2008 9:40:02 GMT -8
Though she turned down his offer for something out of the case, he picked out two cranberry muffins and paid for the order. Never eat something in front of someone if you don't have enough to share was one of the many golden rules of the south. If she didn't want it, well, the lady behind the counter had put each muffin in its own waxy brown paper sleeve, so he could just save it and eat it later.
His attention was caught by the guy behind the counter who was making the hot chocolate, so he missed the raking look that man gave her that was giving her such discomfort. He was gathering up their drinks and holding the muffins tucked lightly between his elbow and ribs when she was asking what kind of club he wanted to.
"Well, I grew up listening to country music, but I've had it up to my ears with country bars. Cowboys get rowdy, yanno. I get tired of keeping the peace all the time."
He nodded with his head towards a small counter that was flush against the window, where they could pull up a stool and drink their hot chocolate while watching the people outside.
"Hey, I've heard this one band before, Nine Inch Nails I think they were called? Sounded something like a cat who found itself a blackboard for a scratchin' post. They were alright."
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Post by Adrianna Daye on Dec 21, 2008 12:12:24 GMT -8
Adrianna walked over to the counter Isaac had gestured to, while wondering if he would make it without spilling the many things he had balancing precariously in his hands. Her discomfort had vanished at his mention of Nine Inch Nails and she was laughing freely.
“Wow…I have never heard such an… apt description of them.” She said with a smile as they sat down. She looked out side and watched some very cold looking students pass in front of the window. The weather was definitely going to take a turn for the worse. “Well, if you do so enjoy the sound of nails on a chalkboard I have the perfect club for you. Its in down town Portland. Has good music, good drinks, and the people are all pretty interesting.”
She hadn’t been to Avandrya on anything that wasn’t business in a long time. She hadn’t done much of anything that wasn’t business in a long time. She found herself getting more and more excited at the prospect of doing something so completely normal as going out expressly for the purpose of enjoying herself.
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Post by Jake Cornwell on Dec 21, 2008 12:21:59 GMT -8
He grinned at her laughter, pleased with himself for bringing it to life.
"That sounds like fun to me. What's the dress code?"
He looked down at himself, faded dark-denim jeans, tan work boots and his layered shirts. He of course knew that this look, no matter how good gray looked on him, wouldn't fly, but she didn't need to know that he had more experience with clubs than he was letting on.
Shrugging one tightly corded shoulder, he rested his forearms on the counter, elbows off, and cupped his fingers around his glass of hot chocolate.
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Post by Adrianna Daye on Dec 21, 2008 12:57:46 GMT -8
She paused and looked him over for likely the millionth time that day. She was sure that he could wear anything he wanted and no one world would think any less of him, but she decided to through out a suggestion anyway.
“ It’s a little bit of a dark industrial club. You can’t go wrong with black.” She said with a smile. Then took a drink of her hot chocolate. “This is good, thanks.”
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Post by Jake Cornwell on Dec 21, 2008 13:04:47 GMT -8
"Black," he murmured quietly to himself.
At her thanks, he looked over at her, the frown line that had appeared on his brow smoothing instantly as he smiled. "You're welcome. I'm glad you came with me. Sure beats sittin' alone."
Opening one of the muffin bags, he offered the other to her as he took a great big bite from his. He chewed with a thoughtful expression, then, swallowing it down with a wash of hot chocolate, he cleared his throat.
"I ain't got much in black. Reckon I'll go shopping."
He said the last word like it was more akin to walking towards a guillotine than going to a department store.
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Post by Adrianna Daye on Dec 21, 2008 13:45:05 GMT -8
She smiled over at him yet again. It was all too easy. “I take it you hate shopping too? Is there anything you do enjoy Isaac?” She laughed. “Shopping isn’t so bad, and if you don’t want to go I am sure that you’ll look good in anything you decide to wear.”
She blushed a little at the words as they left her mouth, and turned to gaze out the window. The sky was darkening already. Days were getting much shorter. The clouds didn’t help much either.
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