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Post by jenks on Jan 24, 2011 17:45:05 GMT -5
The kitten was meowing furiously in his pocket. He could feel the sharp metallic paws against the innards of his pocket as he scrambled towards the counter and flashed a crooked grin at the cashier. By the expression on her face he either looked like he was away to murder her or was extremely constipated nonetheless when she had regained her composure she smiled pleasantly and went to get him a black coffee. Finally, he was not able to find a place for the past hour that was open this early in the morning and when the kitten had started acting up he needed to find a place quickly and as long as you bought a beverage this place was as good as it got for a make-shift workshop. Dashing over to the furthest table he could feel the wetness dripping down his shirt and plonked down whipping the now black-with-oil kitten onto the table. It’s little bronze body was definitely over-heating and the source of oil was from its left ear - the bit he’d forgotten to double-seal during its creation. Out of his front jean pocket he pulled out a little red screwdriver and inserted it into the little creatures ears and it shut down. Even if it didn’t have pain sensors he didn’t like to ‘operate’ on anything that was moving or indeed meowing.
His shoulders relaxed and he glanced up at the cashier once more who seemed intrigued but also embarrassed that she had been caught staring. To many regular people at the academy the whole ‘I have Godly Powers’ thing was a little bit daunting but the humans natural curiosity never failed to make them accept the changes for the sake of a nosey into the Demi-Gods lifestyle. He brushed back a flick of his soft brown hair and focused on the task at hand. The kitten would need its oil canister fixed and a whole new fan-belt before she was up and running. Nothing he could get here. Ah well, poor little kitty would have to wait until he got back to the Auto-shop. Sighing he returned the little bundle to his pocket and rested his elbow on the table while waiting for his drink. Already it was 6.am and even the Apollo kids weren’t in for their morning dose of sunshine - it looked as if it would be a fairly uneventful day apart from the comments that were sure to follow with the big black stain that had now run right down his trouser leg.
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Post by Tamara George on Jan 24, 2011 18:57:09 GMT -5
Tam moved into the Starbucks, exhausted but had had the strangest sensation to get up early and go out. The sunrise after all was such a romantic thing...now however she didn't give a damn. She was bloody tired and needed a sit down.
She walked over to the cashier, routing around in her bag before producing her purse, easily slipping out some money before closing the clasp of the red purse and returning it to her bag. She ordered herself a huge hot chocolate and got herself some crisps and other such things before turning to the rest of the place. She'd failed to notice the boy already there. He appeared to be sporting spots of oil.
Tam frowned but curiousity got the better of her and she found herself moving forward, coming to stand in front of his table.
"Do you mind if I sit with you?" She asked with a smile before sitting down anyway.
"I'm Tam by the way," She smiled.
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Post by jenks on Jan 25, 2011 13:21:36 GMT -5
The drink arrived soon enough - it tasted terrible, but the less perfect things in life were the ones that were usually the ones he was condemned to. Stifling a yawn to took another sip and gazed out over the little coffee shop. The door opened and a young girl came in. She was older than he was (probably) with thick blonde hair and a flawless profile. Must be a child of Aphrodite... he thought to himself, prying his eyes away from the girl with much effort. Technically, she would be his step-sister and wouldn't give him the time of day as expected of the vain Aphrodite crew.
He resigned himself to moping over the kitten once more before a peppy voice caught his attention. He stood up quickly, causing the table in front of him to shift a few centimetres away from him. "Yes, I mean no, you can sit if you like." He replied self-consciously and steadied the table. Not knowing what to say he allowed her to introduce herself cheerily before he said anything at all. "Moss. Your hair is nice." It was out of his mouth before he could help himself and his cheeks flared. "Sorry."
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Post by Tamara George on Jan 25, 2011 18:08:25 GMT -5
Tam glanced at him, giving a light airy laugh.
"Ooo you're bad for my ego...but you can continue if you like," She smirked at him teasingly before pulling out her compact, checking her reflection as she often did. She couldn't even be entirely sure she'd even bothered getting ready properly for the day ahead. She guessed it was a simple matter of a desire to just be outside, she couldn't even be too sure why. It wasn't as if she particularly enjoyed the outdoors or nature in general, mostly it was just dirt and other such not so pleasant things but she'd had a pang of homesickness and had been unable to sleep. They'd been in America for little over a month and yet she still missed England, the delusion she'd created of it just being an extended holiday fading. Well either way Tam was never one to stay withdrawn for long. She liked people.
"Good I fucking hate early mornings," She breathed pushing a hand through her hair.
"How long have you been here...and err...why exactly are you covered in black stuff...you haven't been up to something have you?" She teased wickedly.
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Post by jenks on Jan 25, 2011 18:27:24 GMT -5
He grinned stupidly in reply to her first question but was momentarily baffled by her last question. "Up to something? Oh. Not much, just had some things to be fixed... my kitten is spitting oil everywhere and it's gettin' on everything." He looked down at his stained top - yet another to add to his collection. "...and I came here a couple 'o years ago. Mum decided it was best I go to a place that don't mind my 'bots." It was apparent now that he too had a little burr, a Scottish one though not as pronounced as it was when he first moved here.
He picked the little bundle from his shit and plopped it one the table. It probably wasn't the nicest thing to look at as he'd taken off the last of her fur when he was repairing her and her face was somewhat skeletal-looking. "What 'bout you? Bein' so far across the water like me." His serious expression returned, a little too intense for most people to be comfortable but it was hard not to look when you're only a few feet away from someone pretty... damn, he sounded like a love-sick cyclops. Durrr, pretty.
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Post by Tamara George on Jan 25, 2011 18:49:57 GMT -5
Tam raised an eyebrow as she looked at the thing now sitting on the table, taking a moment to decipher what it was before her lips turned up ever so slightly at the corners.
"You made that?" She asked curiously looking up. It seemed extraordinarily life like...well would have done if were a little more covered. It should have been repulsive but somehow it was strangely endearing and kind of small.
She looked up when he spoke again, slightly taken aback by the intensity of his gaze.
She shrugged.
"I haven't got used it yet, I only arrived a little while ago. Nice accent by the way," She smirked kind of fascinated by the creature, it was so difficult to really understand let alone be a feat of normal engieneering.
"Are you just creepily good at making things or what?" She asked after a moment, cocking her head to one side.
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Post by jenks on Jan 26, 2011 13:16:23 GMT -5
"Thanks I guess. This place is pretty cool once you're used to it, people are interestin' and the food is good. Sometimes." He took another sip of coffee, fidgeting with the rim of the cup as if waiting for it to suddenly turn into something more awesome. She seemed fascinated by the kitten which inwardly he glowed at - very few people really appreciated his work unless it was sharp and pointy. He puffed out his chest and grinned proudly.
"Ye could say it's a family trait I guess. Always been good with my hands. Oily here was one of my first animal things though, my mum got her as a gift from my dad but she's gettin' old." He petted the lifeless kitty's head. "'S not the same as a mirror of beauty but it is good enough for mortal girls. I heard his wife was harder to please than a good piece of bronze!" He laughed playfully then fell silent. Oops, he didn't want to offend her mum on first meeting...
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Post by Tamara George on Jan 26, 2011 13:31:51 GMT -5
"Of course the food is good, it's the home of Krispy Kreme doughnuts and Ben & Jerry's and all those other amazing things," She laughed before sitting back again, picking up a napkin and wiping the small spots of oil off of her hands.
"Ooo I do like a man who's good with his hands," She smirked flirtatiously although she didn't look up.
"A mirror of beauty? Now that I'd like to see, I can well imagine it's pleasing enough for mortal girls AND demi goddesses...you know if I weren't such a generally modest person the whole being a daughter of Aphrodite thing so would have gone to my head," She joked fluffing her hair.
"Although I'm pretty sure my stepmother was beyond pissed, I mean I'm pretty sure it's difficult to beat a goddess of love and seduction and all that, if that wasn't bad for my dad's ego I don't know what was," She breathed, blowing on her hot chocolate.
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Post by jenks on Jan 26, 2011 16:42:20 GMT -5
Her laugh was like a melody, sweet but no where near pure. He had to question her motives yet from a few years experience he was almost used to her siblings constant 'I can sleep with you if I want' antics yet weirdly enough he never tired of it. "I've always been good with them, I can knock up nearly anythin' I get my hands on." He didn't get her reply to begin with but as a little X-rated thought popped up in his mind he felt the colour rising in his cheeks again. "Didn' mean for it to come out like that, just does - did." but it seemed she was already peoccupied with wiping the oil from her hands. Looking down at his own it was hard to tell which parts were not stained with oil.
"My dad made one for your mum at some point. Wedding gift or somethin'..." He trailed off again and avoided her gaze. "... this kitten won my mum over too you know. He's not much to look at but with us Hephaestus guys we have other things to take up our time than chasing girls so our rough deal isn't too bad I suppose." He chuckled darkly. "Your dad must have been quite the man to get a score like that. Your step-mother pretty?"
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Post by Tamara George on Jan 26, 2011 19:17:51 GMT -5
Tam gave another tinkling laugh.
"Maybe you could show me exactly what those hands can do one day," She smirked over the rim of her hot chocolate, a playful glint dancing in her eyes.
She sipped her drink slowly before pulling the food towards her, pulling open the packer of crisps with long slender fingers, turning the bag towards him after a moment, offering him some.
"Girls like guys with more to them, a temporary shag may be fun and all but it gets boring after a bit, I mean your dad may be ugly and all...no disrespect or anything, my mum may be all...well you know, pure male fantasy but if you think about it they still have things in common, a love of interesting items, he makes them to be admired, she admires them, that can't be too bad a relationship, money and other 'material goods' are always underrated," She said easily, playing absently with a blonde curl before letting out an undignified, totally unladylike snort at his last question.
"Pretty? Oh god no, she looks like the back end of a horse...ok so perhaps not but the front at least, she's old and grouchy and unattractive and dowdy and miserable then wonders why he has affairs, I'd think it was obvious! If Aphrodite came knocking on your door would you honestly turn her down? He only married her so that he could keep the estate, she knows that, he knows that, she has pretty things about her all the time. I'm glad he had it off with Aphrodite, who knows what I'd look like otherwise?" She said exhibiting some of that delightful 'modesty'.
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