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Post by Haden Emerson on Dec 9, 2006 23:01:16 GMT -5
With unreasonable difficulty, the nineteen year old male finally found a parking spot for his two-door black Honda Civic to squeeze into. “Damn it, I knew I should’ve taken a taxi,” he mumbled quietly to himself under his breath. Most of the time, he did run around in a taxi, this was just one of those rare occasions where he’d unwisely chosen his own vehicle. Shifting the gear into park, Haden then exited the vehicle, stepping into the cold winter snow weather.
His feet, clothed in slick black Vans, tramped through the snow. Unsuited for the weather, he wore a pair of loose dark denim jeans. A cotton button-up shirt was fitted on his muscular upper torso, light beige in color. Over that he wore a dark brown suede jacket with his hands tucked into the pockets. His short black hair was gelled in it’s normal clean cut style. A blank expression could be seen on his bronze face, deep set brown eyes focused ahead intently on the Gemini movie theatre located across the street.
It was no exaggeration that it seemed like it took an eternity and then some for him to reach the ticket window. Haden had lived in New York city all of his life, but that didn’t change his attitude about the cold. He despised it. One of these days he thought he ought to just pick up and move to California, somewhere he could bake his skin crisp under the sun. Upon arriving at the ticket window, he examined the employee thoroughly, listening to her words.
“Welcome to the Gemini! How are you today Sir?” the brown haired woman spoke enthusiastically. Well, at least she for one did not seem phased by the rush of city life and people’s frustration with the snow. “Fine thanks,” Haden muttered with a half smile, “One ticket to Black Christmas please.” The woman nodded kindly followed with words he wasn’t really listening to as it seemed his mind drifted off again. Though he already knew his total anyway, so he’d made the gesture for his wallet out of his back pocket knowingly. Handing her the money in exchange for a ticket, he heard her finish with “Enjoy your show!”
It certainly was an odd motion for a late teen to be going to some sort of horror movie alone, but he had his reasons. Christmas was fast approaching and well, his family definitely wasn’t going to have a ‘Merry’ Christmas. Sure the holiday hadn’t even arrived yet, but he could already predict the outcome. So he figured he go and watch the motion picture of an overly dramatic horror film just to see what it was all about. Maybe it would make him feel better about his own fast approaching black Christmas. Okay, so he knew it wouldn’t, but what the hell ever.
Once inside, he approached the junk counter, pondering what kind of junk food he felt like clogging his arteries with. A pretzel… maybe. A giant cup of soda… perhaps. Damn, why was everything so expensive?
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Post by Eric Deniel on Dec 9, 2006 23:42:29 GMT -5
“…I’ll see if I can pick it up when the movie’s over. Highly doubt it though,” the male spoke into his cell phone as he drove, knowing the risks of that. He was being careful though, and if he hadn’t been in a rush, he wouldn’t have forgotten the ear piece. “Right. Why can’t you ask Dad? It’s more on his way,” he continued, lightly rolling his eyes as the female voice now came at a frantic, excited high-pitched tone from the other end. This caused him to pull the gadget a couple inches from his ear, a pained expression on his face since he was convinced he’d lost one ear drum. Fuck. Briefly flicking his blue-hued gaze to the rearview mirror, he noted the smirk on his sister’s face, and this only served in souring his mood even more.
“Gotta go. Bye mom.” Clicking the end button on the phone, he turned it off completely and then tossed it unto the front passenger seat. “Why do you insist on sitting in the back?” he questioned his passenger, one brow quirked. She never rode up front with him, and it made him wonder if she was embarrassed to be seen with him. Humph.
“Well. If mom called, you’d end up hitting me in the face with the cell phone when you ended the call,” Alexis informed matter-of-factly, now taking to staring out through the window. He might not realize it, but he always threw his phone after a conversation with their mother. She wasn’t the only one who didn’t get along with the woman. The lady was just…tiring.
“No I wouldn’t,” Eric stated, pouting as he easily maneuvered his car into a parking space at the lot. Climbing from the thing, he waited until Alexis had too before turning on the alarm. Slinging an arm around her shoulders, he smiled, walking with her to the entrance of the theatre. Sometimes, he felt like they were the same age, and that one year difference didn’t matter. She was the only one besides his father that he really got along with, inside of the family that was. Sure she got on his nerves, like little sisters did on occasion, but he never saw himself trading her for the world. After all, friends came and went, but family was forever. Shit. Now he was thinking sappily. He mentally shook his head, flushing away such thoughts. Slipping one hand into the pocket of his dark blue jeans, he extracted his wallet, getting ready to pay once his sister selected a movie. “So what we seeing?” he asked, pausing to look over the options with her.
Leaning against him, Alexis wrinkled her nose, fixing her glasses briefly as she tilted her head upward. After a quick skim, she said, “How’s about Black Christmas? I wanna see something scary.” Returning her gaze to her brother, she crossed her arms over her chest, wondering if he’d go for it. He was more for the action/comedy genres. Tapping her foot, both covered by white tennis, she impatiently awaited a reply from him. Standing around all night whilst the tickets sold out, wasn’t any appealing to her. “Hello? You even still in this world?” she asked, twirling her loosely curled light blonde hair, lifting and laying it over one shoulder.
“Er, okay then. Shouldn’t be that bad,” he nodded, turning and moving to the ticket window. Paying for two of the tickets, he promptly directed her to the concession stand, needing to get the necessities -- popcorn, soda, choco balls. Then the theatre could burn to the ground with everyone in it and he’d die happy. That is, if he had gotten to eat at least three quarters through his snacks. Standing behind some guy he’d never seen before, he waited for him to get through so he could pay for his shit and enter the theatre as well.
“Remind me why we decided to come freeze our butts off inside of an air conditioned room in the middle of winter? The temperature must be tripled in there,” Alexis commented, brushing invisible lint off her long-sleeved burgundy shirt. Her outfit was completed by dark blue jeans, same color as her brother. No, they hadn’t decided on wearing the same thing that day, or else his turtleneck sweater wouldn’t have been black. As for his jacket…well, she was currently wearing it. Hehe. Hey, she needed extra warmth, and she’d forgotten her own at home. Plus, he didn’t need it. Right? He was after all, wearing a sweater…
“Heh. Anywhere that doesn’t have mom in the room, is alright by me,” Eric smirked, running his hand through light brown hair, once. [/color][/center] |
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Post by Haden Emerson on Dec 10, 2006 0:24:38 GMT -5
Haden absently scratched his clean shaven chin as he looked over the menu. Still searching for the sweetest poison that he could stick in his mouth, he heard a male and female around his age arrive behind him in line. Although he wasn’t one to pry, he couldn’t help but catch the last comment the guy muttered behind him. The reason being is because it sounded like something he himself would say. He’d just about high-tail it anywhere before spending any more time in his mother’s presence. Hell, he was just that sick and tired of it.
Turning his frame slightly he muttered with a hint of a smile, “Good choice, I’d rather freeze my ass off than spend time with my mom too.” He definitely wasn’t a shy individual, though still he didn’t generally strike up random conversation either. In a sense though, this was different... it was not like complete and total strangers were influence enough to make him regret saying anything later. He wasn’t really ranting about his family issues, or even trying to make anyone feel sorry for him, just a random comment. “What movie are you gonna see?” he asked, the question being appropriate since they were at a theatre after all.
Turning, he saw that he was next in line, and he approached the concession register with a random order in mind. Glancing once more up at the menu he said, “Uh, a large Mr. Pibb, a salted pretzel with double... no three ties the butter... and a bag of those sour patch things please.” The man nodded, leaving the counter to get those items. Haden proceeded to once more retrieve his wallet from his pocket, thinking he ordered too much junk. Ah well, he was in a semi shitty mood anyway, even if it didn’t really show, so that was his excuse. Then his gaze briefly shifted back towards the individuals he’d spoken to behind him, this time taking in each of their features more thoroughly.
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Post by Eric Deniel on Dec 10, 2006 0:50:12 GMT -5
Hearing someone agree with his comment, Eric glanced up from his sister, settling his gaze on the slightly shorter male. He smirked, handing his sister the tickets as he did so. “Yeah well, I love her and all, but she weighs on my nerves,” he stated, shaking his head slightly. Maybe he was looking to make a new friend here? After all, they had something in common. An overbearing mother, it seemed. “Black Christmas,” he responded just then, moving up in line as the guy had. “And yourself?” he asked, wondering if they were going to be watching the same thing.
Falling quiet, Alexis made herself as invisible as possible, allowing her brother to do the talking. She wasn’t exactly in the mood to look like a blabbering idiot. Not because of how the guy look, but because she was socially incompetent. Holding a decent conversation with a stranger wasn’t in her make-up. Keeping a safe hold on the tickets within her small hand, she lightly rubbed at her unpainted face, not one for putting all of that gunk on her face. Her mother would prefer it if she did, but to her it was just a waste of time. There were much more important things in life, than trying to figure out which tube of lipstick went with what color of eye shadow. Pfft.
“Oh, I’m Eric by the way,” he said after a while, figuring introductions were at hand. “And this is Alex…my younger sister,” he added, knowing she wouldn’t state her name unless asked. They were as different as night and day really, as he was extremely outgoing as opposed to her. Her idea of being outgoing, was probably to go to the local librarian and ask for a certain book. Exaggeration, but not by that much. “You new around here?” he asked, being as it seemed a lot of newcomers were springing up in New York. He didn’t mind it that much, as it was always nice to make another acquaintance. Some of the other ‘veterans’ so to speak, weren’t taking to the idea too kindly. After all, they were encroaching on their ‘territory’. He of course, thought that a load of bull-shit. New York wasn’t theirs, and there was room for everybody. Apparently, he was one of the few who thought that way.
Looking behind them at the slowly lengthening line, Alexis was surprised at the number of people at the theatre quite frankly. But then again, ‘Black Christmas’ was supposed to be a good movie. Not that everyone was going to see that though, but the majority at least, she believed. It was either that, or the kiddy shows. She liked attending those once in a while, as they were pretty funny, despite what the critics said. In fact, she just believed some of the critics were harsh on new movies because that was what allowed them to keep their job, or gain notoriety. Anyway. The line was moving slow, and she was beyond eager to get some popcorn. [/color][/center] |
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Post by Haden Emerson on Dec 10, 2006 1:50:44 GMT -5
Haden nodded, completely understanding as his brown-eyed gaze drifted between them both. “I know where you coming from, man do I know where your coming from,” he confirmed, the strain evident in his voice. “Put a jack--er…I mean, put an idiot for a father along with that and life is just danged up peachy,” he added with a shallow laugh. Pushing his thoughts away from his father, a small smile lit his features. “Yep, that’d be my movie too,” he answered.
He took mental note of both their names as given, eyes examining Alex as he realized that she hadn’t spoken. Siblings that actually spent time together, well that certainly was a pleasant change. The majority of the individuals he knew usually couldn’t stand being around their brothers and/or sisters for very long. “Pleasure to meet you Eric, I generally go by Haden,” he stated offering his right hand to shake for proper introduction. Yep, generally he was Haden Emerson, though some days he honestly would not have minded adopting another identity of some form.
Next he offered his hand to Alex. “Nice to meet you also Alex,” he said, unsure of whether she cared to respond or not. Either way, it’s not like he’d be hurt or angry, seeing as how he was pretty much numb for the day anyway. Alex though did seem pleasant enough like her brother. Cliché like any guy, he noted her beauty, though there was something natural about her that made her seem to stand out. It wasn’t like he walked around checking out the ladies though, he actually didn’t date much. Most of the problem being his inability to put forth any effort.
Friends though, he could still meet them. Having a mature, perhaps overly realistic outlook on life in general, he could make casual acquaintances with both guys and gals alike. This without favoring one group over another, he tried to judge people on and individual basis rather than to place anyone into a particular category. But anyway, all of his views were just unimportant ramble.
Finally turning to pay for his junk food, he exchanged the correct amount of money with the cashier for the items. He shifted his head to the side to look over his shoulder so that he could answer Eric’s last question. “Nah, I’ve lived here nearly all of my life actually. I’m just not a hard core party animal or the wealthiest man in the city, so I slip under the radar as one of those average somebodys.” He pocketed the sour patch candy, and held the pretzel and soda in either hand as he stepped to the side of the register. Setting the soda down beside him on the counter, he proceeded to unwrap a straw. “And I presume you’re not new here either?” he asked, figuring that Eric and Alex weren’t based on the first question.
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Post by Eric Deniel on Dec 10, 2006 2:29:06 GMT -5
Chuckling softly at the guy’s remark, Eric nodded. “Luckily, I skipped having an idiot for a father. I actually get along with the old man. Although I do believe it’s entirely his fault that my mother is the way she is, but, I won’t voice it to him. They’ve survived being married for twenty years, so they must like something about each other to keep trying. That or they’re afraid to lose face with the other rich socialites. When a relationship goes sour, it becomes gossip fodder for those nosy almost middle-aged women who have nothing better to do than spend their time discussing other people’s lives because their own life is boring.” He almost added an eye roll for effect, but decided against it. The company his parents traveled in wasn’t good people at all. In fact, they were all a bunch of hypocrites, being friendly to a person once it was to their face, but just as easily discussing them behind their backs. His mother was just the same way, and was blinded to the fact that she was right on the top of their list of popular gossip topics. “So you like the horror flicks then?”
“The pleasure’s all mine Haden,” he smirked, shaking the extended hand. He watched the guy look at his sister, and managed to hold in the chuckle. He figured Haden was wondering if she was a mute or something, for she hadn’t said one word since he’d began speaking. Of course, that shouldn’t be taken personally. That was just…Alex. Quiet, soft-spoken, the ‘I’d rather stick my nose in a book’ sort of gal. Hopefully she’d change someday. Come to think of it, Alex was the only thing his mother and he agreed upon. She needed to get out more.
Interrupted by her private musings when the guy acknowledged her, Alex inconspicuously looked at his hand. Not wanting to seem like a snob or something, she placed her free hand within his, not so firmly shaking it. “Nice to meet you too,” she said, gazing up the six or so inches at him. Why were guys so tall anyway? Even her thirteen year old cousin towered above her. Ugh. Taking her hand from his, she laced her fingers in front of her body, as the two once again fell into conversation about something or another. She wasn’t exactly listening, caught up in her own thoughts yet again.
Being secretly nudged in the side by Eric, was the only reason she caught Haden’s question. She was assuming Eric expected her to answer this one. So he liked having her tripping over her words. The prick. As he worked on getting them their snacks, she didn’t voice what she wanted, as he already knew. So she put her focus on their acquaintance. “No, we’re not new. I mean, our parents were in America two years before they decided on having kids,” she stated, thinking that a sufficient enough reply. And wow. She didn’t stutter once. “You said ‘nearly all of your life’. So where are you originally from?” she questioned, looking away from him when Eric asked something about her soda. “Grape,” she told him, quite the fan of the Fanta line of drinks.
After paying, Eric placed a couple straws on the heavily laden tray and then gestured with his head towards the room their movie would be showing in. “Shall we? I don’t want to have to sit way up front,” he smirked. Alex and he usually sat around the middle, as she couldn’t see from too far back, even with her glasses, and he couldn’t stand being too close to the screen. So they settled on a happy medium whenever they ventured to the movies together. [/color][/center] |
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Post by Haden Emerson on Dec 10, 2006 3:27:40 GMT -5
Thinking over the question for a moment, Haden shook his head slightly. “Actually no I’m not a big horror fan,” he began. “Well that’s not true, I’m not really any type of movie fan, I just go see what looks good I guess. To be honest with you, I’m not even sure what movie genre I watch most often. Maybe the oldies.” He shrugged, taking a sip of his soda after he stuck the straw in it. It seemed he was now becoming engaged in nice conversation, having momentarily forgotten about the pretzel in his hand that should have seemed so enticing.
Haden actually found himself surprised when Alex had answered the next question, indeed he was completely oblivious to the fact that at first it was not voluntarily. To the information she shared, he nodded. Perhaps he ought have known by taking in both of their features maybe where they were from, but he was terrible with recognizing different individuals ethnicities and with geography, so he asked anyway, “So um… where did your parents live before coming to America?”
In response to her question Haden smiled, “Ah well, I really don’t remember much, but I was actually born in Italy. The man whom I’m legally obligated to call my father met the woman whom I’m legally obligated to call my mother down there. My mom’s entire family actually lives there, giving her a pretty thick Italian heritage. I think we moved here when I was… oh I don’t know… four, or five maybe.” Realizing that he’d really forgotten, Haden frowned a bit. Then he thought it over instantaneously and was actually glad for it. So next he laughed, “And where my dad is originally from still remains a mystery to me. Supposedly he’s got some German or British heritage or something or other, I’m really not sure.” It occurred to him that she was probably sorry now that she had asked. To him at least, his past was dull, and that probably made the conversation dull. Ah well, what could he do? It's not like his mom was a famous actress and his dad was a famous magazine publisher or anything, this was actually as interesting as it got.
"Excellent idea," he muttered, agreeing with Eric’s suggestion. He didn’t like sitting up front either, so the idea was good. Simple mindedly, he didn’t really have a preference as to where the seat was, but he did know that he didn’t like sitting two feet away from the big screen and having crane his neck to watch it. Awkwardly running a hand through his short black hair, he then asked curiously as he grabbed a couple extra napkins quickly with a few of his spare fingers on his pretzel hand, "So between the two of you, who's choice was it to see this particular movie?"
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Post by Eric Deniel on Dec 10, 2006 16:20:30 GMT -5
”They’re from France,” Alex promptly replied, getting herself into the mix of things. If one was to listen closely enough, there was an accent laced somewhere in there. Of course, it was greatly reduced, due to the fact that they’d lived in New York all their lives. However, children do imitate the way their fathers speak, so the French within them wasn’t completely lost. “They came to America as two teenagers in love, having eloped despite their parents’ wishes,” she informed, smirking slightly. It was no surprise they ‘got out of dodge’ right away, as neither of their parents were happy with them, and wouldn’t support the marriage. The way their life turned out…it was almost…fairy-tale-like.
A small smirk flickered about her lips at the way he spoke of his parents. So he really wasn’t on friendly terms with them. “That’s cool. We’ve been to Italy…once on vacation. It’s a nice place, but I deduced that before even traveling there,” she murmured, lightly rolling her shoulders in a shrug. “You ever been back since moving?” she inquired, actually quite interested to know. He was easy to talk to, surprisingly.
“It was Alex’s idea,” Eric informed, eyeing his sister rather curiously. It was nice…to see her having and holding a conversation. See. Not everybody had an ulterior motive when they decided to talk to you…well, other than trying to make a new friend. “She watches/reads/listens to practically everything. I’m more of a Comedy/Action buff. Even better when the two are combined,” he grinned, walking towards the room and entering. Immediately, he was hit with a cool draft of wind, but shook it off, hoping that the number of people within the place would offer good body heat. Once Alex had produced their tickets to the usher, and the stubs returned, he briefly looked towards the big screens, watching the previews of other movies that were being played. Walking down a few stairs, he allowed Alex to go into the row first, and then he followed. Plopping down in his seat, he passed off the medium tub of popcorn to her, as well as the package of choco balls. Setting her soda in the handle holder, and doing the same for his own, he rested the tray atop his lap.
Upon seating herself, Alexis dumped half the package of chocolate balls into her still hot popcorn, and then threw the rest into Eric’s. They both enjoyed their popcorn the same way -- sweet and salty. The chocolate would melt in the popcorn, and even though it seemed odd, it was actually a very nice flavor. Merely crossing her legs at the knees, she planned to get comfortable once the lights went out…
“So Haden,” Eric began, once he was completely settled and sure he wouldn’t drop the tray of nachos Alex and him would share. They both consumed a lot of food, and that was actually a good thing. There was no reason to look unhealthy, unless there was absolutely no way in which a person could keep on weight. He’d seen a couple instances of that, with relatives and close friends. “You in school? Or working?” he asked, figuring he could learn a bit more about the guy. He could very well turn into a close friend. [/color][/center] |
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Post by Haden Emerson on Dec 10, 2006 22:01:14 GMT -5
Haden listened with keen interest to the information that Alex shared with him. Their story was quite interesting actually, though he wasn’t a romance novel reader, it did sound like something that could come out of a book. Despite that, he believed every word of it was true because that was something he was beginning to like a great deal about Eric and Alex right away. Unlike like those famous wealthy puppets on the fronts of some magazines and in some movies who had to make up their backgrounds in order for it to be exciting, the Deniels had a story all their own. An already fascinating history they didn’t spice up with their own fantasies to make it something overly dramatic. “You know, that’s pretty cool… I bet your parents’ story could make a pretty enchanting novel if it were printed in a book,” he said, voicing his thoughts a bit.
In response to Alex’s question, Haden shook his head in the naught. “Nah, I haven’t been there since. My family hasn’t traveled much, I think it must’ve been when I was born that they stopped,” he chuckled slightly with the shrug of his shoulders. “We took a trip to Peru one time when I was eight, but that was a complete disaster. Does your family vacation a lot?” He was actually curious whether they’d been to other countries besides Italy as well. He knew his parents used to travel a lot before he was born because they had pictures, and he could only assume that the will had been bred into him. Despite complete and total lack of knowledge in the area of geography, Haden still had the idea at the back of his mind that maybe he’d start doing some traveling someday.
Upon hearing Eric’s words, Haden contemplated the reason that Alex had perhaps been so quiet at first. Sure watching and listening to everything was normal, but if she was an avid reader as well that explained her tendency to not talk at the beginning. At least that was his experience with the couple of close friends he had who read a lot, they were quiet individuals. That came with very good traits though, because when those friends of his did speak, their conversation was quite exciting. Readers were incredibly creative in their thinking. Not to mention the fact the one of the girls he knew back in high school was a spectacular writer to tag on to that.
Sure, at first he’d said he had no particular movie preferences, but upon hearing Eric’s, Haden was reminded of some of the other movies he enjoyed. Some of them really good, others actually quite corny. “Oh and sci-fi, can’t forget about the sci-fi stuff, that’s pretty good too,” he suddenly chimed in. “But yeah, I like action with a generous amount of comedy thrown in there too. The only thing I don’t like would probably have to be…chick flicks,” he said with large smile, casting Alex a sidelong glance, as if expecting her the type that probably enjoyed those movies.
After he’d tucked his soda between his forearm and rib cage, he showed handed his own ticket to the usher. Then he followed Eric and Alex down the steps until they found seats, at first hoping that he wasn’t intruding on their movie venture by joining them. However, after Eric took a seat, he heard the guy work back into conversation. So feeling comfortable in their presence, Haden slumped into the seat next to Eric’s. He placed his soda into the right cup holder, intentionally making it difficult on himself since his pretzel occupied his left anyway.
Brown eyes watched with interest as he noticed that they’d mixed chocolate with popcorn, then a cringe marred his features. “I have never seen anyone put chocolate on their popcorn,” he murmured genuinely surprised before answering Eric’s question. “How did that tradition come about?” He asked, cringe fading into another smile.
Returning to answering Eric’s question, Haden muttered, “Ah… well I do a bit of both. I spent a couple semesters taking courses at NYU and then took a break, abruptly running into side job. I enjoy carpentry quite a lot, and a friend of mine’s father owns a business. So you know, I kind of switch back and forth between that. One thing I can thank my parents for is a hefty college fund, but I’m not using all of it on college obviously.” He shrugged his shoulders, “ But right now anyway, I’m working.”
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Post by Eric Deniel on Dec 13, 2006 21:45:05 GMT -5
Ooc:|| Hey...I'll try to reply to this tomorrow okay? My head's stuffed...my throat hurts. I caught the damn flu night before last. All I want to do is sleep. >.>
So, I don't want you to think I abandoned it or something.
Lub you.
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Post by Roanna Davies on Dec 14, 2006 1:47:18 GMT -5
Ooc:// Aww Nessa, I'm sorry... I hope you feel better. *hugs* As far as a reply, don't worry about it, just take your time. You know that time is of no essence to me, just get better okay? Love you too! - Krisseh
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Post by Eric Deniel on Dec 15, 2006 3:29:52 GMT -5
Ooc:||-hugs back- Time should be of the essence to you. I’m such a slow poke. –points to e-mail role play as proof- Man, I so owe you big time. And as for this post, I didn’t expect it to be so long. It’s basically rambling…
Ic:|| A thoughtful expression crossed Alex’s face, and she nodded slowly. “You know, now that you mention it,” she began, slightly tilting her head to the side. “It would make a nice novel. Sort of Romeo and Juliet, but with a happy ending,” she said, smiling a bit. Not like she’d write it though. Her mom was complicated and too drama filled for anyone else to be exposed to her. When Alex thought about it though, she realized that there had to be a reason the woman was like that. Maybe something from her past. She hadn’t really taken the time out to think about it, or maybe ask her as well. It made sense why she hadn’t though, being as her mother was always trying to change her appearance, every time she got Alex to speak to her for a few minutes. So the girl usually just brushed her parent off, finding it much easier to not deal with or focus too long on the woman, for fear of actually being talked into wearing make-up, fixing her hair real nice, and speaking in a way which made a guy believe that he was actually more intelligent. Alex would never do that. If someone was of superior intelligence, then kudos to them, but she was not going to look like a twit to make anyone feel better. Otherwise, they wouldn’t be holding a conversation with the true her, and Alex was anything but fake. “Well actually, not so much a happy ending, but better than most,” she said, small smirk tilting the corner of her lips.
“Ahh. Well, you should go back when you get the chance. It’s really a lovely place…and the tasty dishes are a major plus,” she stated somewhat sheepishly. She ate quite a bit, and wasn’t about to conceal that fact. Mostly everyone she encountered at the events her family frequented, were rail thin, and mostly models. She’d always wondered what the world found so attractive about that, but the agents of these girls were obviously doing something right. Young kids wanted to grow up and have the same bodies, whilst most of the guys wanted a girl with that type of body. Maybe it was just her who wasn’t getting the full picture. But then again, some people might classify her as jealous since she wasn't as 'gorgeous'. Right... “Hmm, Peru. Never been, but I’ve read quite a bit on the place.” Was it easy to realize what she did in her spare time? She’d have asked him why the trip had been a failure, but figured it was none of her business in the first place. “I’d say we travel enough. Every summer we go somewhere, and it’s usually multiple places we visit. Some Christmases as well. You should see the pictures some day, but it's ten times better to see it all in person. The sites are marvelous," she nodded. "It seems we’re going to be spending our time in New York this winter though,” she murmured. They had the resources, so it shouldn’t be that grand a surprise that they went wherever they felt like it whenever the mood arose. “This one is particularly cold though. Or maybe it’s just because I’ve gotten used to the Caribbean. The islands are…breath-taking. There’s no better word…or words, to describe it.”
At his mention of not liking ‘chick flicks’, Alexis crinkled her nose. It wasn’t because he didn’t enjoy those movies either, but more out of a disgust for the label romantic shows were given. ‘Chick flicks’. So…chauvinistic almost. She wouldn’t reprimand him about it though, as it wasn’t his fault that the batch of men before him thought it too ‘girly’, in the words of Governor Schwarzenegger. Men just didn’t like to show sensitivity, at the risk of showing ‘weakness’. Pfft. Here she was thinking about something so trivial, when she wasn’t that big a fan of that ‘genre’ of movies anyway. But, it was the principle of the matter…
Visibly wincing at Haden’s statement about not liking ‘chick flicks’, Eric briefly closed his eyes, seriously expecting Alex to school Haden on the subject. After all, she’d done it to him, so why should their new friend not be subjected to listening to her argument as well? And he waited, a full minute, but Alex hadn’t said anything. Well that was a shocker. She was usually up for a debate, especially on an issue she felt so strongly about. He assumed she didn’t want to stand out here as long as it may take the guy to understand, as their movie might have begun already by the time they actually got inside. Not only that, but they were here to have fun. “Right. I’m not into the romantic genre of movies either. I’d sit and watch it with my girlfriend if she favored it. That is, if she made the concession of watching something I liked as well.” That was all hypothetically speaking, as he definitely didn’t have a significant other at the current moment. “Sci-Fi’s good though, depending on exactly what movie it is. I mean, some of them are way out there. So far out that they hinge on being just plain ridiculous,” he stated, just then shaking his head. “I mean, the plot-lines make no sense at all, and I’m left to believe that they’re running out of new things to present to the public. Everything has practically been used, special effects and storyline-wise.” Only just recalling something Haden said earlier, he remarked, “I don’t like the Oldies much, especially if they’re Westerns. What I do like however, is ‘The Godfather’. I could watch that movie repeatedly without being bored.” Ha, famous line time. ‘Say hello to my little friend’. Man, classic movie line. Even if people didn’t know where it was from, they knew that line, and that in itself was saying something about the movie’s eminence.
Glancing Haden’s reaction, and then hearing his words as well, Eric smirked. “You should try it,” he chuckled, holding his own tub of popcorn out to the guy. “It may seem repulsive, but it’s actually quite tasty.” He wondered if the guy was gutsy enough to sample the chocolate covered mix. “Actually, we have Alex over here to thank for this discovery. She’d seen it on a movie once, and decided to try it. I came in, stole some of her popcorn, and immediately became addicted to the taste,” he chuckled. He gave his little sister a smile, absent-mindedly watching her pocket her package of sour skittles. He hated that candy, but she couldn’t really do without it when they came to view a movie. Anyway.
“Work and school?” he repeated, having been intently listening to the guy beside him. “That must get tiring. As for me,” he began, though he hadn’t been asked. He felt like informing Haden either way. “I currently don’t know what I want to do. I mean, I’ve graduated high school, yes, but I’ve taken a break. Not working or in college. I assume I’ll have it all figured out by the time August comes around again,” he murmured. “If truth be told, I just want to run marathons. From cross country to maybe even Track and Field at the Olympics someday. Grand aspirations huhn?” He hadn’t ran competitively since junior year of high school, but his heart still longed for the sport. Of course he’d given it up for a reason, but now that he wasn’t around the source of his discontent anymore, he could possibly now return to the only thing he’d absolutely enjoyed.
“Hmm, what courses did you take at NYU?” Alex suddenly asked Haden, butting into the conversation once more. Once it had to do with education or sharpening one’s mind, she was highly interested. “Is carpentry what you plan to do with your life? Or is there something else in the ‘woodworks’, so to speak?” she inquired, slightly amused expression on her face at what she’d said. Okay. So maybe she was the only one who’d found it funny. Whatever. She had an odd sense of humor as it was.
Being as the previews were merely showing still, they could still talk comfortably without someone murdering them for their not so quiet voices. This she found to be a very good thing, because she was enjoying herself, and the movie hadn’t even commenced as of yet. [/color][/center] |
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Post by Haden Emerson on Dec 23, 2006 2:11:08 GMT -5
OOC:// Psh, it took me a week to reply this time. Time really is not of the essence to me, 'specially when it comes to roleplaying with you Miss Nessa, because I promise you it's worth the patience. =) Besides I like the fact that you're a slow poke... because I tend to be a 'slower' poke.
-pokes email roleplay- For that one? Nah, you don't owe me big time. I understand more than anyone how difficult it is to reply. We've now got so many characters involved that it takes a lot of work and a lot creative thinking to involve all of them into the mix. You know, I'm also willing to re-write any or all of it if that'll help. Don't ever hesitate to give a shout out and say, "KRISSEH! Dang it, you gave me nothing to go on in that post, EDIT! EDIT! EDIT!" Uh yea, okay so that's a bit of an exaggeration, but you get the idea. lol.
Okay, as for what follows, I'm not sure what this is, but if you want me to edit or change something, or if it just completely doesn't make any sense. Let me know, because I'm willing to most definitely fix it. 
Edit: Oh and by the way, you don't ramble when you write. 'Tis I who rambles. -wigglestongueatyou-
BIC:// A slight frown marred Haden’s features when he heard Alex’s response to his novel comment. “Well actually, not so much a happy ending, but better than most,” better than most? He had a feeling that he shared more in common with these two than first lead on. Life with his own parents hadn’t exactly been hell, but certainly close enough to it. The thing was that he made it out to be much worse by the negative spin his bitter attitude put on the whole matter. There seemed to be some sort of positive will or energy that existed in both Eric and Alexis that allowed them not to dwell so much on the bad things and to focus on something better. Or perhaps it was just the valuable ability to move on.
Upon hearing her words about Italian food, Haden glanced at Alex curiously. “So you’re a fan of Italian food Alex?” he blurted randomly, rather interested to know. Perhaps it was just for the fact that his mom made splendid Italian dishes that he himself loved it so much, or maybe it was the rich Italian heritage in his blood. It was for certain that he was uncertain what various ethnicities his father barred, but his mother on the other hand was born of solid Italian origins. She being one of the few in this generation of her family that had migrated into the United States.
There was definitely some unhidden passion in this girl that didn’t exist in those that one met on a daily basis within the boundaries of New York City, at least not in Haden’s experience. Despite the fact that she obviously read a lot of books and was intelligent, Alexis hadn’t seemed to have gotten so lost in all of those pages that she did not acknowledge the fact that a reality existed. On the contrary, she inevitably knew that the real thing could say so much more than a thousand words. It was so true that no matter how good the picture, it could not even compare to viewing the real thing. The mere glimpse of something that was truly real just had an essence that a picture just simply could never completely capture. To her words, Haden nodded in agreement, “It really had been too cold, you know… I think it’s a wonder that I haven’t lost all of my toes yet to some sort of frostbite.” He continued warily with a frown, “The snow is beautiful, but I really do hate the chill that comes with it, you’re making me wish that I was spending my winter in the Caribbean… I would not mind that one bit.”
After making his remark about ‘chick flicks’, Haden suddenly wondered if he ought to regret having done so. It wasn’t so much Alex’s reaction than it was Eric’s that he caught. Hmm, maybe he’d made a mistake by saying that, though he honestly couldn’t figure out how. He really didn’t think it was because he was being too simple minded, but maybe it was something between the siblings that he just couldn’t get. A confused expression momentarily crossed his face before he heard Eric’s next words. In conclusion, he could do nothing but let his confusion pass and spoke in acquiesce with Eric’s thoughts, “Exactly, I completely agree with you. I definitely do like the Sci-Fi stuff, that is the theories that are actually believable and enough to make one think… not the ones that are so corny, the entire movie reeks of complete and total bullshit.”
Haden eyed the popcorn that Eric offered him to sample as if it might bite him or something at first. Cautiously, he reached a hand into the tub and retrieved a few select pieces and then held them out in his palm, first examining the mix. He smiled slightly uneasily before thrusting his palm against his mouth, almost shoving the popcorn in before he had the chance to think about it. Often, he was not one to try new foods, but rather a creature of habit in that respect. On this occasion however, he’d gone beyond himself, feeling the aspiration to do so. He close his eyes as his face cringed when he began to chew the concoction, fully expecting not to like it. As he’d done so though, his face eased back into normal structure. Eyebrows raised in surprise after he swallowed the chocolate covered popcorn. “Now that truly is a discovery,” he began. He then laughed at his own childish actions. In conclusion he said, “I’m not usually one for popcorn, but that really tastes great. I like it, I like it a lot.”
Haden shrugged lightly, “I don’t really try to go to work and school at the same time though, there was a brief time though that the two clashed. In reality, I’m in the same place you are, still unsure about what I want to do… actually I’m completely clueless, that’s why I’m just passing time between the two. I’m at a point where I still have plenty of free time to go along with it though.” He listened to Eric’s aspirations with genuine interest, “You know, that sounds like a promising career to me. Running is actually a pretty big sport, and certainly something you could never get bored of… especially if you’ve got the passion, gift, and self-discipline for it. Heck, it’s also a healthy one too. Why not go for it?” He then continued, curious about where Eric’s passion might’ve began, “When did you start track or cross country?”
Upon hearing Alex speak once more, Haden found that his answer to her second question would come with a bit of difficulty. For a moment he glanced at the previews dancing across the screen. Was there truly anything else in the works other than carpentry? Well not really. Finally, he learned forward in his seat a little, brown eyed gaze resting on Alex. “I haven’t taken much, at least not anything of particularly noteworthy interest, well not in my mind at least. I’ve taken a few general ed. courses as well as a few introductory courses in business. Nothing that really captured my interest at least, thankfully though, that fact hasn’t shown entirely in my grades,” he muttered. Then a recent memory struck him with a shudder, “Actually no, that’s a lie… I did take a rather odd class with a language teacher who was not entirely there. It was the most interesting composition class I’ve ever been enrolled in.”
Glancing down at his greasy pretzel, he then tore a piece off of it though not yet consuming it. Referring to Alex’s second question, Haden answered honestly, “You know, I just don’t know if I can handle carpentry for a permanent job. I really do enjoy it, but then again I don’t do it on a full-time basis. Nothing else is really in the works though. I’m not sure whether or not to be ashamed of the fact that I just take the days as they came.” He concluded by returning the question, “What about you, what might your future plans withhold Alex? It was at that time that the lucid lighting in the theater began to dim a bit, hinting towards the fact that the real movie would momentarily begin.
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