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Post by CHEYENNE on Feb 13, 2012 17:12:19 GMT -5
Please read your letter carefully to make sure you are posting in the correct location!
Also, READ THE OOC NOTES to see if you are supposed to post first or wait for your partner.
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Post by CASTAWAY on Feb 14, 2012 16:44:40 GMT -5
[atrb=width,500,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style,border-radius:10; background: #363636 url('http://img193.imageshack.us/img193/4430/145eg.png') repeat;]scarlette hawkeoutfit!the letter had come to her just fine. before she'd come she was actually stunned by the pretty parchment. an automatic plus for love-disc services. for this, she made sure to get herself all prettied up. she didn't even know who she was going to meet! even if the guy was a total nerd, she wanted to make herself look at least half decent. to be perfectly honest, the redhead was having a tough time picking an outfit. she'd tried going with something simple. but she'd tossed it aside and instead picked out some darker one. though that was an immediate no, for more reasons than she could count. her date might think she was some goth girl! even deciding on how to style her hair was a huge annoyance. thankfully, she'd been an hour early. so she was out here and waiting. early, apparently.
at first, she had to reread the parchment paper she'd been given. she'd even risked taking the piece of paper with her, stuffing it in a random purse she'd thought might look nice with her dress. before she'd even gotten here, scarlette was checking notes and looking over restaurant names. chez jones. it was a wonder she even found it. though when she did, she had to admit it was pretty nice. and you know, even then she was still nit-picky about the dress she wore. internally she was punching herself for being so dramatic, scarlette katniss hawke was never this self-centered. it was just a lucky thing she was the first one here. because, her table.. four. no one was there yet. good, she wouldn't be the awkward person coming up to the table. she'd be the one giving the person a funny look.
it seemed even now scarlette's face was tinted with the faintest hint of a smile. she'd tucked her bag under her table and moved out of her chair. she was getting up to stand, bumping her knee against the edge of the table as she did so. her hands moved out before her and pushed back the pretty table away with a grunt of annoyance planted in her eyes. though she merely straightened her dress and looked innocent, even with the rather obnoxiously loud squeak the table made when it moved. she held her hands to her hair, the scarlet locks twisted in curly in a messy bun that she found satisfying. in fact, she'd spent more time establishing a style for her hair to be done up in than finding a suitable dress. with a scowl, she decided she'd made the wrong decision. but there was no time for that now. she was here, and she had to stay.
she didn't want to be that awkward chick coming back in half an hour later in a new dress. people might think she needed help or something. it was valentines day, the day you were supposed to chill-out. relax, and have fun. apparently relaxing and having fun wasn't scarlette's strong spot. a part of her hoped her 'date' would knock some sense into her.
this was also the moment she remembered the present she was meant to bring her partner whenever he came. she'd stuffed it in her bag. the redhead's hands dove under the table, fumbling around for her bag. though it seemed to have disappeared, as she found herself literally crawling underneath table four to find it. it was a sure shot that the moment her partner came she'd still be there, and would knock her back and make a fool out of herself. snickersnicker. scarlette brought nicks wedding ring tagged // ??? || notes // hehehe. <3 i'm already amused.
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Post by BAT WALRUS on Feb 14, 2012 18:35:28 GMT -5
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| [atrb=style, background: #111111; border: 5px solid #34242C; border-radius: 10px; opacity: 0.8;][style=font: 7pt arial; line-height: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; padding: 7px; text-align: justify; color: #ABABAB; width: 400px;]If anybody were to watch the reactions in Nathaniel Cross's facial expressions as he read the letter which had been slotted underneath his hotel room door, they would have quite frankly been confused. The letter was elogantly wrriten, in some kind of fancy colligraphy like handwriting etched on parchment like paper. It was certainly nice, and given the heart shaped ink stamp which kept the envelope sealed shut, it was obvious of the fact that it happened to be some kind of valentines day letter. Despite that, reading it did not give Nathaniel the warm and fuzzy feeling that should have been expected, it instead filled his head in questions. Namely;
Who the fuck has signed him up for a valentines day blind date, and where the hell was that person so that he could beat him to the seventh circle of hell.
Nathaniel didn't do dates, he wasn't the type of lovey dovey person who gave a crap about other people so blind dates were understandably a big no no. Yet despite that, something inside him told him that he should accept the invitation, hell, why not? Afterall, he was in the city for awhile and he was getting a free meal out of it. It was an upgrade to drinking his night away in a grimey bar somewhere. He scanned the letter one more time, taking in the details carefully. Chez Jones. He knew the place. Being located in the ghettos and all, it wasn't the type of place that his family would have frequented. Yet since their deaths, Nathaniel had found that he now frequented the ghettos far more than any other place in the city. He gave an irritated "Tch," before scrumpling the letter up and throwing it at his Shinx gently.
"New toy for you..." He told Larxcen, who was as excited as a kid at christmas at the new toy.
He looked around his hotel room, scanning the contents of his travel bag which were sprawled out over his bed. He had a few changes of clothes, but everything he owed was right there. He owned nothing that would even be acceptable for a date, unless he wanted to show that he completely didn't give a damn. He gave a sigh at the realisation that he'd need to go shopping for new clothes to wear for the date. If he was going to turn up to it, he may as well turn up in style, right?
It had been a few hours since the shopping spree, and to say that he was looking forward to the date would have been a lie. As he stepped foot inside the restaurant, he tried his best to keep his inner jerk sealed away. He'd spent all day shopping for something to wear and it had put him in an even fouler mood than normal. Yet the bright side of it was that he had arrived at the restaurant in a tailor fit, black tuxedo, the bow tie merely replaced by a black silk tie. He didn't care about ego overload, he looked fucking hot right now.
Inside the restaurant he was immediately greeted by a waiter, to whom Nate instructed he was here for a reservation on table four. Lead over to the table, he grunted at the sight of the empty seat. If he remembered correctly, his date would already be here.
"Is this some kind of joke?" He asked the waiter, somewhat annoyed.
"I'm sure she just went to the bathroom or something, why don't you take a seat whilst I fetch you a drink?" He was told in response. He didn't respond, merely taking a seat instead, shoving his hands in his pockets as he leaned back in his seat with a deep sigh. He would have stayed like that too, had it not been for feeling something brushing past his legs. Had his Shinx followed him here? Nathaniel lifted the table cloth, and shielded by his calm demeanour, merely stared in secretive suprise at the red head that happened to be crawling around under his table. His date, perhaps?
"If you're going to spend all night underneath the table, I hope you're going to make it worth my while.." He told the girl, suggesting a particular act which he wouldn't mention at the dinner table.
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Post by CASTAWAY on Feb 14, 2012 20:13:09 GMT -5
[atrb=width,500,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style,border-radius:10; background: #363636 url('http://img193.imageshack.us/img193/4430/145eg.png') repeat;]scarlette hawkeoutfit!she knew he was here the moment he stepped foot in the restaurant. it was almost obvious. the way the waiter called him to the table, told him that her, herself was probably in the bathroom. he almost sounded disappointed, or just peeved that he was here. whichever the case, scarlette's groping hands snagged around the handle of her purse, swinging it around the moment the table-cloth was lifted. her eyes hardened at the sight of her date-to-be. sure, he was a handsome man. but the attitude that radiated off of him gave her an edge. he was a lot like her. she wasn't stupid enough to not see what he was hiding. he didn't want to be here. and now, scarlette didn't want to either. but she had to, more for the sake of herself than anyone. " oh? you want an act? " her snide remark slipped from her mouth before she could hold it back. the redhead's hands slid backwards, pushing herself out from under the table.
the moment she was free from it's captivity she straightened herself, tugging down her dress. a hard red, floating down above her knees. there were no straps it seemed, because the neck piece seemed to be holding it up. despite the plain appearance, it was embedded with fair-sized fake white jewels. she personally wasn't a fan of the dress, it was a last minute suggestion that she'd thrown on. it'd looked good. so she went with it. scarlette just dropped the purse on the table with a fairly loud bang, hands rising up to her face as they pinned stray strands of hair back in place. most people would probably be flustered, she was merely unamused. " is this the moment i'm supposed to apologize? well. sorry, my bag was knocked over when i stood up, i had to get it. after all, i was supposed to bring a gift for you. my 'blind date.' " she said, eyebrow raising in mock apology. the faintest hint of a smile was traceable across her face as she sat down. there seemed to be a waiter lurking the table, because she could see his waiter outfit in the corner of her eye.
though she merely ignored him, focusing on this man she was set up with. scarlette tilted her head, hands clasped together as she set them down in front of her on the table. " so, you honestly don't look like you were meant to be here, mm? look a little awkward. pissed off. come on, it's valentines day. " she felt the edge of her mouth curl up in a shadow of a smirk. her red eyes hardened, sliding aside as she noticed a new person, a waitress move in towards the table. she nodded in greeting, blowing off scarlette and fixing her attention on nate. scarlette found this ultimately amusing, as she leaned back slightly and took the decently decorated order booklets, things off the table. her fingers widened the catalogue-like order sheet and looked in at what exactly they had. scarlette wasn't really reading the words, and was just droning off into her mind.
" excuse me, sir. what would you like to order? " the waitress's voice rang out piping and clear, however didn't seem to be loud enough to draw attention, because her annoying voice was drowned out later by the chatter of other people at the restaurant. scarlette's eyes flickered up, watching some of the other people. idly thinking about what they were doing here. some part of her mind was asking itself whether or not other people had been brought here for their blind date. scarlette shook her head and glanced back at nathaniel, before sneaking a peek at the waitress. she was pretty, that was certain. but it didn't really faze on scarlette. she honestly didn't care. she was here for the food, and a night off.
but most importantly, she was here to have fun. scarlette brought nicks wedding ring tagged // narin~ || notes // derp. i fail as rping waiters/waitresses. helpmeplease?
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Post by BAT WALRUS on Feb 16, 2012 20:07:10 GMT -5
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| [atrb=style, background: #111111; border: 5px solid #34242C; border-radius: 10px; opacity: 0.8;][style=font: 7pt arial; line-height: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; padding: 7px; text-align: justify; color: #ABABAB; width: 400px;]Sitting there, he had to admit, arriving to find his date crawling around under the table wasn't exactly how he expected the night to begin, not that it completely threw him off, but he did find it a little strange that the girl happened to be playing cave explorer underneath the table cloth. Stiil, it wasn't all that bad, she could have been fat, or bald, or worse. As the crimson haired girl revealed herself from underneath the table, Nathaniel's axure hues took their time in scanning the femmes body properly for the first time, taking in the details of her appearance and apparel. He took notice primarily of the crimson locks, and of the dress which seemed to match perfectly with the colour of those fiery red strands. It no doubt took confidence to wear a garbant of such style, and Nathaniel instantly took that as a display of confidence from the female, something which he instantly respected, regardless of whether or not that was entirely true.
Listening to her explanation, or perhaps justification for being underneath the table, he could not help letting out a light smirk at her response, noticing the lace of sarcasm attached to her words. "I suppose you're just going to have to m make it up to me then, aren't you?" He responded with a cocky grin, perhaps showing a more light hearted and friendly demeanour than he previously had. "I'm Nathaniel by the way, Nathaniel Cross. You can just call me Nate for short, if you like..." He continued in response to her addressing him as "my date." They were going to be here for awhile after all, they may as well get the pleasantries over and done with and get to know each other a little bit.
The raven haired boy brushed aside some of the longer bangs which had made their way over his eyes, and as he did so, noticed the waitress whom happened to be hovering over like a wasp to sweet nectar. At that time, he took a quiet moment to himself, especially considering the words which escaped the crimson girls lips. Had he presented himself in a manner which intimidated, or showed his lack of interest in the night? Well, it was only natural of course, that was simply how Nathaniel was, it was nothing personal. Nathaniel smirked, leaning forward and resting his arms on the table. "Honestly, if you were expecting some kind of Romeo then you pulled the short straw. I didn't even sign up for this date, somebody put my name down without me knowing, I didn't want to come at all. The important thing is that I'm here though, right? Like you said, its Valentines day and all that," he explained to the girl. Sure, it was a little forward and blunt, but the truth was better than some kind of half efforted lie, right? Why would he sweet talk and sugar coat a situation if it was all a lie. Not that he wasn't all for some kind of happy ending from the night, but he was far from expecting it.
As he finished speaking, he fell back in his chair once more, grasping the food menu with his right hand and leaving his dominant left hand to artistically tap the table gently to a made up rhythme. He scanned the menu over swiftly, yet thorough, almost instantly deciding what it was that he wanted. He placed the menu down, before turning his attention to the waitress who appeared to lack self confidence upon initial readings.
"Steak, medium, and a bottle of Champagne..." He said, in monotone speech, something which could easily be mistaken as grumpiness or anger, yet was merely natural for him. He simply wasn't all that an expressive guy, yet, based upon his order, he knew how to have fun if he let himself. What better way to start a party than with a bottle of Champayne? With his order done, he would return his attention to his date, still awaiting to learn her name. He would pay close attention to what she ordered, using it as some kind of psychological test to give him a glimpse into what kind of person she was, and once she was all finished, he would speak. "So, you said you had some kind of gift for me?" He asked, curiously.
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Post by CASTAWAY on Feb 16, 2012 21:08:58 GMT -5
[atrb=width,500,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style,border-radius:10; background: #363636 url('http://img193.imageshack.us/img193/4430/145eg.png') repeat;]scarlette hawkeoutfit!scarlette's eyes flickered up to meet his, amusement dancing within their red depths. make it up to him? " oh really? how would i go about doing that. " she said, sarcasm tainting her tongue. she'd just looked back down at her menu when he spoke again, this time with the recognition of a name. she tilted her head, eyebrow raising slightly. her gaze fell back down to her menu, shifting pages, turning them back. they all looked quite tasty, but she wasn't sure what she wanted. however, the next words invading her concentration were what infuriated her most. romeo? short straw? scarlette's eyes glinted hard as she looked up at nathaniel. " really. you think i came here because i wanted to find someone? i didn't. i came here, signed up for this valentines event because i wanted to relax and have some fun. if i happened to find someone capable of putting up with me, that would be a plus. " she retorted.
though he wasn't hardly paying attention when she said this. his attention was on the menu, ordering food. she shook her head in frustration and looked down. she didn't even catch what he'd said. just ordered the ribs and a glass of strong wine. she even asked for a side of bread. scarlette had never been a heavy drinker, but she was thinking about letting herself stray from her usual boundary. the redhead just nodded to the waitress after she took her companion's order. " the ribs, and some wine. just bring the bottle, i can refill myself. oh, and bring a basket of bread, too. " she said, narrowing her eyes when the waitress didn't write down the bread. she probably didn't. but scarlette would make sure she did, either way.
" scarlette. scarlette hawke. " the redhead said evenly, after a moments hesitation. then she waited as nate spoke again, talking about the present she'd brought. a twinge entered her hand, and she felt it go tot her purse, pulling the zipper, and retrieving the little box holding the ring. she slid it across the table. " enjoy, i'm not even sure why i had it. " she stated mildly, eyes hardly sliding past him. she just kind of sat there, a little bit awkwardly. watching other people bustle around. she sure hoped they wouldn't have to sit here the whole time. it wasn't as if she was a heavy eater. she couldn't sit here stuffing herself. though she recalled that some restaurants had dances.
if not, scarlette katniss hawke was perfectly capable of creating one. the music in the background droned on, irritating her to no end. yep, she'd definitely be making some arrangements if she was to stay. the redhead's eyes glanced down at the menu's which had been taken and replaced with delicate dishes. no food yet, unfortunately. but the wafting smell of cooking food from the kitchen signaled the chefs were doing something. scarlette just idly turned her head to look in there direction. " so, some asshole signed you up, huh? sucks to be you, getting stuck with me.. " she said, glancing back at him with an oddly amused smile across her face. she winked and lowered her gaze, allowing her fingers to rub against the soft fabric that curled around the silverware. scarlette brought nicks wedding ring tagged // narin~ || notes // it was fiiiiiine. you're an amazing writer. i love the way you write! <33333
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Post by BAT WALRUS on Feb 18, 2012 20:12:38 GMT -5
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| [atrb=style, background: #111111; border: 5px solid #34242C; border-radius: 10px; opacity: 0.8;][style=font: 7pt arial; line-height: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; padding: 7px; text-align: justify; color: #ABABAB; width: 400px;]The grumpy demeanour of the boy seemed to subside, if only temporarily, to give way to an arrogant smirk as the fiery haired female inquired as to how she could make it up to him. It was laced with sarcasm, even a little hint of anger. Had he struck a nerve? Of course, Nathaniel picked up on it immediately, it was what had caused him to smile to begin with. He could certainly think of a lot of ways that such a girl could make it up to him, but he was hardly going to state them. "It wouldn't be any fun If I just told you, why don't you try and surprise me?" He told her, with that same cocky grin on his face.
The boys head lowered, hair covered eyes staring at the table as the rhythmical tapping of his hand altered to a single index finger beat, he passed a short chuckle to himself at her blunt statement of reality. She wasn't here looking for anything more than a good time, and any kind of relationship resulting from the evening was an added bonus, just like him. He could appreciate the outlook, respected the girl for following it. Hell, he liked this girl, she wasn't an idiot like most of the morons who clinged on to pathetic dreams and fantasies which current circumstances suggested would never happen. He looked up, his crystal blue eyes meeting her volcano red, "So you shouldn't be disappointed then I guess? Thats good I suppose," he stated, turning silent as the girl ordered her food then introduced herself in turn. Scarlett, it was a nice name, suited her. Of course, such compliments would remain in the darkness of Nathaniel's mind, he didn't just throw pleasant statements out for free after all.
He sat watching the girl in an inspecting manner as she turned to her purse to obtain the gift from its contents. He was more curious than anything, hardly a kid at Christmas filled with anticipation and excitement at the prospect of receiving a gift, he honestly couldn't have cared less. As the small box made its appearance upon the table, he cocked his head, raising an eyebrow in question of the box's presence. His hands reached forward, his body leaning forward oh so slightly to aid his reach. He grasped the box, opening it to inspect the contents with analytical eyes. "A ring?" He spoke out, staring at it. Enjoy? What was he supposed to do with it? Maybe if he had been a girl then he'd have been jumping up and down at the sight of the glamorous piece of jewellery. Perhaps he could pawn it off for some quick cash?
He didn't immediately react to the ring with speech, instead he seemed to ignore the fact that he'd received it by smirking at the girls next comment. "Oh, it could have been worse, you could have been fat, or bald, or secretly a man...Are you secretly a man?" He asked, jokingly as the waitress returned on cue with their drinks. The waitress poured the first glass of his drink, before placing the bottle down in a small cooling bucket, filled with ice. Nathaniel passed a quick and to the point "Thanks," for the service, before returning to finish answering Scarlett. "Honestly, if I saw the guy, I wouldn't know whether to throw a punch or buy him a drink. He got me a free meal and a nice evening after all, he can't be all that much of an ass hole," he said with a minimal grin.
That said, he lifted the ring box up to bring it to attention. "What is this about anyway? Are you trying to pop the question to me, we hardly know each other," he said with a tone of laughter, jokingly of course. He did want to hear the story behind it however.
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Post by CASTAWAY on Feb 19, 2012 13:22:58 GMT -5
[atrb=width,500,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style,border-radius:10; background: #363636 url('http://img193.imageshack.us/img193/4430/145eg.png') repeat;]scarlette hawkeoutfit!scarlette's fingers felt along the soft edges of the fabric. she took it in her hands and rolled it across her palm, all the while listening to nate's voice. she glanced up, an eyebrow raised when he said that she was to surprise him. she rolled her eyes absently, dismissing him. she'd actually looked back down at the linen cloth that slid over the tabletop and had been decorated to look rather pretty. of course, it was simple. but simple was sometimes the answer. scarlette wasn't the type of person to go oogling the artwork, getting annoyed with detail, and throwing a fit over services. she preferred simple peace and quiet. pretty lighting, nice scenery. nothing fancy. this restaurant was perfect for her. even with this man sitting across from her. he seemed to mock her slightly. though just as she looked up, his blue eyes took a hold of hers and she blinked.
she noticed the box was missing from the table, secured in nathaniel's hands. she raised an eyebrow when he looked dumbfounded. " no use for it. i don't usually wear jewelry. " even now, the redhead wasn't wearing anything. other than diamond studs that were fake. hardly any makeup was strewn across her face either. she was already pretty, at least she thought so. to her, it was a matter of suck it up. she didn't dress herself up all that much. this was an exception. she personally wasn't a fan of showing off her beauty. either people liked her or they didn't, she couldn't care less. she was here for the fun, not for falling head over heels and love and pretending this was all some stupid piece of fate. or whatever the hell people were getting themselves into these days.
another snort of laughter from scarlette at the mention that she could be fat, or bald. or a man. she shook her head. " do i look manly to you? i'm all woman, nothing fake either. " and it was true. if anything was fake she'd probably be all breasts, fat lips and a narrowed face. but no, scarlette's figure was natural. slight, faintly curvy with a smaller chest than most other girls. she couldn't call herself beautiful, as it seemed most men were all for huge boobs and fat asses. the redhead just smiled, watching as the waitress poured his champagne and slid aside to fill her glass. she took a small sip of it as he spoke. though this time it was about the whole idea of someone signing his name for the event. she raised an eyebrow setting the glass down. she looked amused, to be sure. " assuming it was a man, hmm? it could've been a woman, hoping she'd end up with you. 'oh! funny meeting you here nathaniel, who's your date? me? oh, well!' " scarlette felt herself mock, pitching her tone higher and giving off a girlish tone.
though it obviously didn't suit her, thus the reason people turned in their seats to stare at her in bewilderment. she ignored them and went back to watching nate. though he was holding up the box and questioning her. scarlette just shook her head sadly and let out a sigh. " if i'm going to marry someone, i won't be the one asking. people steer clear of me. maybe it's my attitude, my manners. who knows, i don't care. i don't even really recall obtaining the ring. it was a potluck or something. sent in a pokemon, got another back. ended up with a few other items. that happened to be one of them. i was told to bring something. people are usually taking a fancy to jewelry. sorry for assuming. " the redhead said, her end tone a little snippy. the waitress came by a second time, asking about refills. though it seemed neither nate nor scarlette had really taken a dent out of their glasses.
however, the waitress just acknowledged the fact their food was coming. scarlette just nodded curtly, dismissing her as quickly as she'd come. the redhead just kind of glanced into the middle of the area, watching as some people fell onto the floor and twirled around with the music. not only that, but the beat of the music was picking up to a more dancing-worthy rhythm. scarlette snorted quietly as she saw this. scarlette brought nicks wedding ring tagged // narin~ || notes // herpderp.
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Post by BAT WALRUS on Feb 19, 2012 21:19:25 GMT -5
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| [atrb=style, background: #111111; border: 5px solid #34242C; border-radius: 10px; opacity: 0.8;][style=font: 7pt arial; line-height: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; padding: 7px; text-align: justify; color: #ABABAB; width: 400px;]Nathaniel never claimed to take an interest in other people, he honestly could not care less about the miniscule details portrayed in the every day lives of the people around him. Those small details, the important ones which were often less than noticeable to the eye unless specifically focused on with care and attention. Details such as the mannerisms of people, how they reacted to certain words, situations and sights, even an object as insignificant as a table cloths material. Sat here tonight though, Nathaniel's mind seemed to be working overtime. He had always been an analytical person by nature, maticulously reviewing every possible inch of data which passed through his mind, and why not? This girl was his 'date.' It only made sense that he want to get to know her as best as he possibly could in the time that they had, and it was perhaps something that he had been doing since they first sat down, without her even knowing that he'd been trying to read her. Was that creepy of him?
The dark haired boy gave himself a mental shrug at the thought, honestly, he didn't give a damn. It wasn't like the girl could figure such a thing out, and after what had happened to him, it was only natural that he wanted to remain wary and cautious of those he didn't know. Eitherway, he picked up on the reactions coming from red hair like the erratic flickers of an candle flame, moving from a trance like dance into an unexpected spasm in a random direction. He smirked as his suggestion of her suprising him was met with little more than a roll of the eyes, never to be mentioned again. Nathaniel merely smirked at the sight, grasping his drink before taking a polite sip of it.
He kept a small smile on his face, barely noticeable as she explianed to him about the ring, quite bluntly at that. He liked her to the point attitude, and with it, he found the usual dark aura which eminated from him like a toxic poison slowly fading into a sleep, if only for the duration of the evening. Perhaps he was unwinding, finally having a good time? That wasn't something he'd been able to do for a good length of time. "Well, I suppose pawning your unwanted junk off on others is one way to go about things, thanks eitherway...?" He spoke, reserved about his show of gratitude as if he was unsure that such a thing was the courteous process when accepting a gift, he honestly couldn't remember anymore.
Regardless of the facts, Nathaniel now had a shiny new ring, of what he would do with it, he wasn't entirely sure. Perhaps save it as a souevenir, or pawn it for a quick buck or two. Eitherway, for now, the ring box proved to be a fun little toy which he continued to twirl and rotate in his hands as Scarlett defender her gender, it brought a smirk to his face as he looked down at the table momentarily. "You never know what people are hiding downstairs where you can't see. Hell, I could have a vagina for all you know," he said jokingly, placing the ring box down in placement of his drink, downing the remaining contents of his glass before refilling it from the bottle. Scarlett spoke once more, giving Nathaniel a very realistic outlook on his mystery date sign up. "I don't know any girls for them to want to date me, not even without me knowing. There is one girl, but she would sooner sign me up for this to torture me, rather than to try and date me," he said, unknowing that Skylark, that very same girl happened to be sat a few tables across. Nathaniel knew talking to your date about another girl wasn't the best way to earn brownie points either, but then he didn't care either.
His hand found itself once more to the glass, allowing the yellowish liquid to slide down his throat once more, the instant feeling of the chilled liquid entering his blood stream was enough to begin to send him a little fuzzy. It was strong stuff afterall and he was ever so slightly beginning to feel its effects. As Scarlett explained about marriage, he couldn't help feeling that she was selling herself short, and yet at the same time, she was essentially a mirror image of himself pulled into life and given a quick gender swap. She certainly shared a similar view on things like he did, and the story about marriage and obtaining the ring only moved to reinforce that, even if it was laced with some kind of annoyance at its end. Nathaniel smirked either way. "I'm sure I'll find a use for it, its whatever..." he retorted, with about as much interest in the subject as Scarlett.
Azure eyes stared as the girl once more stared off into the distance, to some kind of sight behind him, out of his sight range. He turned slightly in his chair, twisting in order to try and gaze upon what had caught her attention. Was it the congregation of people dancing? He turned back to face her.
"You keep staring over there,what are you looking at?" He asked curiously, before his attention was interrupted by the arrival of their food.
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Post by CASTAWAY on Feb 20, 2012 8:28:19 GMT -5
[atrb=width,500,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style,border-radius:10; background: #363636 url('http://img193.imageshack.us/img193/4430/145eg.png') repeat;]scarlette hawkeoutfit!the funny feeling that someone was repeatedly watching her, even if it was in a faintly friendly, analytic way was slightly weird. at least for scarlette. her eyes caught the last movements of the glass across from her being lifted. her eyes slid across to her own, and she took another sip, though more or less found herself drinking more in order to look at nate. he was talking about the ring again, and when she set down her glass, it was empty. the lightest smile crossed her lips. " that's the way i like to work. " she winked, before letting her finger trace around the lip of the glass. her mind was starting to darken, beginning to get fuzzy. she didn't refill the glass yet, however. just kind of sat there. it'd shifted into some quiet for a moment, before the boys reaction to her previous gender statements.
she lifted her head, dark eyes lingering on his chilly blue ones. another smirk tilted her face. " oh? mmm.. well, you don't act feminine, nor sound it. " the drink was starting to wear on her faintly, and she shook her head momentarily. " but.. that's not always the case with those gender-swappers. " she finished, though was interrupted in her thoughts seconds after with mention of the signups. she just laughed, moving the glass to her side in case she'd knock it over. " i see. sounds like the type of girl i'd like to meet. " she smiled, before her gaze sent her away, to watch the dancing. her ears caught sounds of laughter, and eventually she had to look away. not only because the noise was getting louder, but because nathaniel was pestering her with another question.
" those people. it's starting to bother me, that they're having more fun than we are. " however, just then another waiter came down, carrying plates of food. he set them down before scarlette and nate, smiled kindly and moved on. the redhead found herself looking down at the delicious meal. she'd almost forgotten she'd ordered the ribs. a hungry veil smoothed over her eyes as her hands felt along the table for her silverware. the moment her hands reached it, she pulled it back carefully. however it appeared that with her muted attention, her hand had knocked the glass that she'd moved aside. she abandoned the silverware, instead moving herself over and reaching down to try and catch the falling glass.
she wasn't about to stop drinking. scarlette brought nicks wedding ring tagged // narin~ || notes // <3 have fun with this oneee
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Post by BAT WALRUS on Mar 8, 2012 20:24:19 GMT -5
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| [atrb=style, background: #111111; border: 5px solid #34242C; border-radius: 10px; opacity: 0.8;][style=font: 7pt arial; line-height: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; padding: 7px; text-align: justify; color: #ABABAB; width: 400px;]The bubbling liquid continuously flowed down his throat, the glass refilling with the golden liquid like the constant flow of lungs, expanding and collapsing to the repetitive journey of oxygen through them. Social situations like these were awkward to Nathaniel, he was not a people person, he did not bask in the company of others like a sunbather on a beach, rather avoided them like an arctic chill to bare skin. The alcohol merely aided in the process of having to mingle and socialize in those rare occasions where doing so was unavoidable. It was like a shield of sorts, which lowered his defenses yet maintained them at the very same time. It was a contradictory phenomenon to all but him. It merely allowed for him to enjoy himself, and lower his usual dark aura a little more, whilst allowing him to feel less awkward and filthy for mingling like the other petty minded people of the world who spent their days with idle small talk and pointlessly futile dreams of wealth and fame. He gave a mental "tch," at the idea, as he continued to drink, listening to the girl tell him that he wasn't feminine at all. Of course, he knew this, but it was always nice for it to be reaffirmed.
"Good to know, he responded, with a short lived smirk. Femininity was something which he held very little of, more like none at all. He was commonly described as brutish, cold, a douche bag. Hardly feminine features by any standards, but ones which he could care less about having all the same. He didn't care about what people thought about him. "Exactly, some of those gender swappers, can't tell until they strip down in front of you and introduce you to something which shouldn't be there, not that I'm talking from experience...I have no idea what I'd do if that happened to me, he spoke, almost talking to himself by the end of it, a little wide eyed as he pondered at how scary such a thought was. He shuddered slightly, downing another glass of his drink, feeling the effects of the liquid quite significantly by this point.
The raven haired boy passed a smile at the idea of Scarlett and Skye meeting, perhaps they even had for all he knew. They may have even gotten along, and such would have been bad news for Nathaniel's health either way. "Never say never, I guess..." He said, then turning his attention over to the dancers. He had never been much of a dancer, never tried it, he probably didn't have the coordination, much less the inclination to actually try it, but considering the event, it wasn't something he'd immediately shoot down as an idea. They were here to have fun after all. He turned back to the table, watching as his meal was placed down before him. He didn't wait, picking up the silverware and digging in. He paused, briefly, placing his cutlery down and finishing his mouthful, following it with a sip of his drink before finally responding to Scarlett's comment.
"So, you want to dance? Or do you want to ruin their fun by throwing a chair or two? He questioned, a light smirk across his face at the idea of causing a little mayhem. Either was fine with him, but trashing the place was something which he'd find crazy fun, so long as he could raid the booze counter at the end of it. It made little difference to him. If they didn't trash the place intentionally, then he'd trash it accidentally with his clumsy dancing abilities.
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Post by CASTAWAY on Mar 8, 2012 20:52:27 GMT -5
[atrb=width,500,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style,border-radius:10; background: #363636 url('http://img193.imageshack.us/img193/4430/145eg.png') repeat;]scarlette hawkeoutfit!scarlette felt herself watching nathan as he spoke, more in amusement than anything. watching as he downed glasses of his drink, and she rolled her eyes. " so bored that you're drowning yourself in champagne? " she said. though her own voice was someone slurred, and she had to shake her head to clear it momentarily. she sighed, before finding herself laughing slightly at what he'd said. gender-swappers. she shook her head, red curls bouncing on her head. thankfully still snagged in the bun. however, her fork and knife was tearing apart bones of her ribs. cutting them away from the other so she was free to eat them. and she was, occasionally taking a gulp of her wine while she was eating. it was fairly dry, or maybe it was just the drink fuddling her mind. whichever, the redhead noticed nate was talking again, and she raised an eyebrow. trash the place? or dance. she actually tilted the tall glass to her lips, enjoying the cool feel of it traveling down her throat as she thought.
" well, we might want to be a bit sneaky about it. we're already pretty awkward and noticeable. why not? " she said, before taking another bone, chewing on it absently. the idea of throwing chairs and ruining the fun of the restaurant sounded amazing. a thrill, even. it was a lot more interesting than lazily dancing into the middle. she winked slightly, before downing her final glass of wine and leaning back. it was making her mind fuzzy. but only a little. she knew what was going on. her vision wasn't hazy. just her functioning brain. and she wasn't even hungry, seeing the expression on her face when she saw the rack of ribs. she just kind of pushed it aside and glanced at nate. " ready when you are? " she said, a smirk playing the corners of her mouth as her hands found their way to the table.
clasped together while the sound of her foot tapped very quietly on the floor. she smiled her red eyes snagging the dance floor, already anticipating what was to be happening soon. she just kind of looked happy. amused. impatient, in a sense. and my. this was packed in a pathetic post. scarlette brought nicks wedding ring tagged // narin~ || notes // ew this post. ;3; disappointed in myself
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