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Post by ヽ(´▽`)/ on Sept 4, 2010 18:10:53 GMT -5
Soren walked around the beautiful city of Verona, his head down, sticking to the walls as he moved, trying to stay away from the general crowd. The city was nice and all, but there were so many tourists, and the weather wasn't making the influx of people any easier to bear. He was one of them too, of course, but he wasn't being obnoxious, walking amongst themselves in large groups and stopping to take pictures. Besides, they were loud and messy and sweaty, heat practically radiating off the large groups of people. This was probably the last day he'll be staying in Verona. The canals were nice, but on such a hot day the water only added moisture and humidity to the air.
The trainer tugged on his collar for a bit, trying to cool down. This was ridiculous. His black clothing did not help his case either and they felt hot to the touch from the sun's exposure and his sweat made them almost stick to his skin. At least he had left his cape in the hotel. It was useful during the winters and chilly nights, but during this heat wave, it would have completely smothered him. His eyes weren't really focused in front of him anymore as he walked, vision almost tunneling. He knew the cafe had to be around here somewhere. There he would be able to find something to cool down for a bit. His steps were already a bit unstable and he used the wall next to him to lean on as he went. Hopefully not too many people noticed him acting this weak, but the heat was definitely getting to him.
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Post by gegi on Sept 5, 2010 19:57:42 GMT -5
Evan walked slowly he had finally made it to Verona. It was a long tiring journey for him. Especially since the heat made traveling so much harder. His clothing wasn't made for this kind of weather or any really. Granted he could take off clothes which is just what he did. Vest off, button up shirt off. All he wore now was his tie, muscle shirt, slacks and shoes. Guess it was a good thing he wore layers at times. Seeing all these people taking pictures didn't make it any easier. Fat tourists... and worst was they were getting close to everyone. Feeling his own sweat was bad enough however feeling other people's on his skin it made him rather frustrated.
Evan sighed he didn't know why exactly he was in Verona it just seemed like a good place to rest up at. A cafe? A perfect plan! Absolutely flawless! Why didn't he think of it earlier. Seeing a man wearing all black he walks over quickly and saw him walking weakly. Was he getting cooked alive by the heat? No it wasn't that hot yet. Wearing all black... not the coolest of things both to keep fresh and being defined as 'cool.' "Hey you need any help?" Evan offered a hand to the stranger to carry him at least to the cafe.
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Post by ヽ(´▽`)/ on Sept 5, 2010 21:22:11 GMT -5
In any other circumstances, Soren would probably have just swatted the hand and walk away proudly. In fact, he was about to do just that, the hand that wasn't gripping the brick wall (which was so hot it left his hand raw) came up to push offer away but he stumbled a bit and latched on instinctively to whatever he could. In this case, Evan's hand. He gripped it hard, putting most of his weight on it as he hoisted himself back up as while berating himself mentally. Now that he had made contact, it was only polite for him to continue this interaction that he would have preferred to avoid. Letting go of the hand, he used the cuff of his shirt to wipe the sweat off his brow before finally looking at Evan, quickly glancing over the boy. He was not quite sure if the heat skewered his vision or if he really did see it, but was the other male wearing a tie on top of the shirt? At this point though, it did not matter.
"Thank you," he said, trying to at least stand a bit straighter and to not look so pitiful and weak. Soren then glanced around, wondering if he had gotten any closer to the cafe he had spotted earlier, or if it had been some kind of cruel mirage formed by the steam practically coming out of the pavement itself. He looked relieved when he spotted it, even though it did look rather crowded, both on the terrace and inside the shop. Wait, no, he had company. The relief turned into bored neutrality.
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Post by gegi on Sept 7, 2010 17:21:40 GMT -5
Evan grinned as the man was about to be too proud to take his help. He wouldn't have blamed him if he didn't, after all when you're a child your taught not to give a stranger your hand. However it seemed destiny had something else for the man to do. With his weak body from the heat fell grabbing what was closest, which happened to be his hand. "Not a problem." The man had given a thank you to him. Finally spotting the cafe, crowded and full of people begging to get out of the heat. However just getting there would be enough to get this man on his feet.
Opening the doors the small bell which was in the shape of a Chingling rang. The simple things... That made Evan smile as he looked at it ring then remembering this guy was hit with the heat pretty hard. Walking to the nearest table he was ready to sit him there. "So you alright?" Evan questioned then slapping his own forehead. "Oh where are my manners! The name is Evan, Evan Christians. A pleasure to meet you."
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Post by ヽ(´▽`)/ on Sept 8, 2010 5:08:43 GMT -5
The moment they entered the cafe, the fans that had been placed in various locations cooled Soren down immediately, allowing the sweat to evaporate from his skin. He made the draft of wind follow him for just a bit longer, to compose himself, before seating at the table with as much grace as he could muster in front of someone that has seen him at one of his lowest moments. He gave a nod when he was asked if he was okay. The café was a godsend. Of course, this would also mean that he'd have to talk. But the lesser of the evils, he told himself. He could bear a little conversation in exchange for reprieve from the heat.
"Soren," he said, in response to Evan's much more enthusiastic greeting. What was generally after the greeting in the social exchange? Inquiry? But he did not want to know anything about the man. The less he knew about the other, the less the other know about him, and he did not want Evan to know about him. But there had to be something. He had been a burden to the human, and so now he must pay back his debt. "Drink?" he asked Evan. They were in a cafe. He did not have too much money on him, but certainly he could afford a drink to compensate for his earlier embarrassment.
Just as he was about to call for a waitress, one appeared before them, looking just as tired of the heat as any of her other customers. She just wanted to serve these men, shoo them out, and welcome a new wave of orders. Hopefully in his heat she'll also collect plenty of tips while she's at it.
"Can I get you anything?" she asked, her voice sounding a bit annoyed nonetheless. It was a long day ahead of her and she was already beat.
Soren ordered some ice lemon water, fingers trailing down the menu before stopping at the selection and showing it to the girl. The caffeine in both tea and coffee, even the iced variety, never suited him.
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Post by gegi on Sept 14, 2010 19:58:21 GMT -5
Evan shook his head left and right and waved his hand saying no. "Ehehe... I am fine." He chuckled lightly before taking a seat himself. He tapped his fingers on the table as he waited for the man to say anything else. It was an awkward silence, Evan didn't quite know what to say exactly at a time like this.
He then reached to his back pocket to fidget with his cards. He smirked as he fidgeted it was something that kept him occupied.
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Post by ヽ(´▽`)/ on Sept 16, 2010 21:50:35 GMT -5
The silence between the two men was almost as heavy as the moisture in the air. Soren wasn't sure where to rest his eyes, as he did not want to stare at the trainer in front of him, nor did he want to look at any other customers. Instead, his gaze trailed to the table he was sitting at, looking without really seeing past the white expanse of the tablecloth. If he had paid any attention, the poor condition of the stitching and the stain would have bothered him just a bit, but Soren's mind was on the man sitting across the table. The drumming of his fingers on the table wasn't exactly the most annoying of sounds, but the bird trainer was still relieved to hear it stop, allowing him to think properly. What was he to do now? There was this... 'small talk' thing that he was supposed to do, but what exactly did it entail? What was considered 'small talk', and how did one approach it?
His thoughts were interrupted when the order came, two glasses of water, one with a couple of slices of lemon in it. They were placed sloppily onto the table, spilling over just a bit from the frenzied motion. Soren brought his own cup closer to himself, the condensation of the cold glass wetting his hands that had been burning on the brick walls just moments prior. He took a small sip, just enough to moisten his lips and mouth, before placing the cup back down.
Small talk... small talk... What was considered small talk? Why didn't anyone ever teach him these things? His fingers, a bit wet from simply holding the cup, unconsciously came to his face, where his tongue stuck out to lick off a couple of the water drops. Soren quickly caught himself, though, and immediately clasped his hands on his lap, unable to believe what he had just done. How old was he, to still be doing these kinds of things? Did those brutes called soldiers really rub off their piggery at the table to him?
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Post by gegi on Sept 18, 2010 10:20:15 GMT -5
Evan sighed as there was a long gap of silence. He didn't mind having small talk but this guy... he seemed like he had no personality what so ever. Still shuffling his cards and ignoring the water for now he asked a question. "So... what reason would you be wearing all black on a day like this? You trying to get a heat stroke?" He joked around playfully as he then drew a card. Oh out of the 52 cards in total he never did draw this card often. Even when he was meant to. It was the 4 of clubs, he didn't quite know what this meant. He then grinned something wild was going to happen soon something out of the ordinary. Then again nothing was ordinary to him. Especially after a bear caught its self in a Pokeball. After fighting off three combee. Anything wouldn't really surprise him that much... or would it?
Still awaiting for Soren's reply he sat there then eventually grabbing his drink. The ice was already melting and they were inside, the water was evaporating giving the cup a cool feeling. The glass was slippery and could of very well fallen out of his hands at any moment. With a somewhat firm grip he finally took a sip, which looked more like a gulp. About 15% of the cups water was now in his stomach. Quenching yes, however he didn't except to drink that much.
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Post by ヽ(´▽`)/ on Sept 19, 2010 21:35:27 GMT -5
Soren had still been wondering how to proceed, how to do this small talk which he was obliged to do. The other man had helped him, and had taken nothing in return. There had to be a catch somewhere, so he's have to be careful. No human would just give without wanting anything in return, and that refusal of a drink, even though both were quite thirsty, was a clear sign of something more sinister. The other male's words interrupted his thoughts though. What should he answer? A lie, a truth? There wasn't much to lie about, though.
"Only thing I have," he said. If they needed washing, like they did now, it was done overnight and left to dry for him to wear again the next day. Efficient and simple, with no extra baggage to carry. Now that he had answered the question, it was his turn to continue this conversation. "Trainer?" A simple word that asked more than just that. What was this man? Was he a trainer? Something else? A coordinator, even? Or did he not even own a pokemon? Not everyone did. Most were content in living their lives without ever having to battle and travel around.
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