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Post by William Barrows on Jun 11, 2015 8:03:18 GMT
[attr="class","iconimage"] I'm dressed to kill and you know that I will
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Ridiculously snotty rich people. That was all William could think about as he strolled down the various streets of Whitecoast, uninterested eyes slowly making their way across the road, scanning for anything suspicious. Not that there was anything, sadly. Everything was so calm, quiet and drab here, and if he had one more tourist bother him about petty shit, he was going to punch a wall. He was a soldier of the Empire, not some tour guide. It was infuriating to him that after all this preparation he should be shipped off here, where boredom drove him crazy and left him almost anxious for action to happen.
Thankfully, this would be his last shift in Whitecoast until he got new orders, which he was praying would not send him back to this place. Running a hand through his hair he paused briefly, scanning once again. This place was almost disconnected from the rest of the region, where tourists weren't scared of the civil war they were basically having. He sighed and glanced down at his Wartortle, lightly kicking at her shell, more to grab her attention than to knock her over. However, the latter hadn't escaped his mind and he found it quite funny when she couldn't manage to wriggle herself back on her feet. She turned to him and let out a chorus of annoyed, then amused noises, ears twitching maniacally. He laughed softly at her before nudging his head forward. "What do you say we stop by the beach later before we leave?"Of course, he expected the explosion of excitement pouring out from his water type pokemon. Seeing his stupid pokemon excited made him a little more chipper about being here and he managed a smile before he continued on walking.
Turning a corner, his eyes wandered down the road, glancing at all the shops. There were people bustling around still, even though it was the late afternoon and sure enough the stores would be closing soon. Most people either avoided getting too close to him, which disappointed him, since he'd look for any excuse to start something or they just stared. The latter were probably tourists though, since most wanted to avoid the Empire's attention and steered clear of it.
Figuring it a good excuse to get a drink and harass a local storekeeper, William turned into a rather nice looking cafe, opening the door and letting himself in. He didn't really hold the door any longer for his pokemon, who had to scurry in after him to avoid being left outside. Approaching the front he glanced around and there didn't seem to be much of any threat unless you counted the old couple seated in the corner. They gave him a nasty glare as he walked in, to which he scoffed. It was just so easy being lovable in uniform. He sat on a stool, leaning his arms on the counter and staring into the kitchen. Food had to wait till later, even though he was pretty hungry,since he unfortunately didn't have the money to buy food. Stupid drinking habits didn't mesh well will a soldier's paycheck.
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Post by Grace Winters on Jun 12, 2015 0:23:27 GMT
NO NAME NO VOICE  ► Whitecoast had a reputation. The entire region saw the people there as stuck up, rich, and pompous. And for the most part it was true. Few people on the coast actually carried a sliver of modesty, but among those people was the pink haired cafe owner. Grace didn't see her money as an advantage. Sure it helped in times, but more than anything she wanted to work hard for the things she had. It had been part of the reason she took over business. Every day she put in extra hours, even opened up on holidays. And by her side ever faithful was her Houndour. A wonderful, spry little boy with a big heart. He helped as much as he could and loved every second of it. She stood over the stove, pink hair tied in a heap of a bun on the top of her head. With love and care she stirred the soup, humming a gentle tune as she did. Houndour, paws decked out with microfiber boots, shuffled around the floor in his own way of cleaning. The bell at the door resonated its soft, melodic chime to alert Grace that a customer had walked in. Turning down the heat for the burner, she wiped her hands on her little white apron and stepped out. A small boy with amber hair stood before her counter, his think framed glasses reflecting a harsh light. With a gentle smile she addressed him. “Hey, Riley. What can I do for you?” With his thumb he pushed his glasses up higher on his nose and replied. “Mom needs those cakes by dinner t'night. She said sorry to push up the time.” With that he turned and left. A gentle sigh pressed out as she straightened her shirt. The old couple waiting for their soup shot a glance at her and taking that as her cue, Grace turned back and returned to the kitchen. The food had finished, and at this point Houndour already had his booties off and was padding up to her with his harness. Slipping it on, she attached the serving plate to his back and set the meal upon it. With him slowly walking out to deliver the soup, Grace fell to the floor. Drawing her pale knees to her chest she sighed again. Mrs. Anderson ordered twenty, over the top elegant cakes. The order had come in a few days ago, so she had started, but they weren't supposed to be delivered for another three days. The situation threw her into the pit. There was no way she could finish in time. But this woman held a high social status in the area, failing her basically meant setting her cafe on fire. Within her chest her heart pounded, veins set to fire. Anxiety crept up her throat, clawing and ripping its way. The bell rang again. At this point she might as well just close up shop so she could get started. With Houndour back she wrote the check for the old couple and sent him on his way and stood, adjusting her cream highwaisted shorts in the process. Out front a man sat at her counter, rugged almost, but cute. Definitely cute. Even more noticeable than that however was his uniform. He was a soldier for the empire. As Houndour delivered the check, the old couple – absolutely disgusted by the soldiers presence – dropped their money on the table and left, food hardly touched. Pointing to the door, Houndour picked up his cue to flip the open sign to close. Now standing in front of the man, she gave a weak smile. “I'm closing early today...” Amber eyes darted to her hands, furiously knotting themselves at her waist before she straightened her shoulders and trained her serene eyes to his. “But for a soldier of the Empire, I'll keep my doors open for you. Whatever you want...it's on the house.” Meanwhile, Houndour with his harness and giant plate on his back, tip-toed around the man. His eyes locked onto the Wartortle, and when he had gotten close enough for a good sniff his entire rear end began to wag in excitement. |
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Post by William Barrows on Jun 12, 2015 1:24:17 GMT
[attr="class","iconimage"] I'm dressed to kill and you know that I will
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When he passed the couple, he definitely didn't check out the food they were eating and how much of it was left--which was a good portion mind you, as if he was a hobo. Which, technically he was homeless, but that was alright under the benefits of the Empire so technically technically speaking instead, he wasn't homeless. It was all a little confusing and William's simple mind didn't dwell on it too long.
Once he seated himself and began observing his surroundings, he obviously couldn't help his male gaze from wandering to the pretty pink haired girl on the other side of the counter who seemingly was the shop owner. He clearly didn't mind, eyes dropping slightly to admire her form, but still trying to keep his modesty in check since after all, he was still in uniform, and if she didn't completely despise the Empire, it added to his appearance positively. Immediately he wondered if she dyed her hair that color and his eyes scanned the roots of her hair which were easy to see since she was wearing a bun, but either she had dyed it recently or that cotton candy pink was all natural. Which was pretty cute in his opinion anyways.
Happy that she wasn't an eyesore to stare at, William put on his cheeriest expression, which wasn't saying much. He had no inkling of the stress the girl was in right now, having passed Riley on the street without a second thought and he leaned forward on the counter before turning his head around to watch the Houndour flip the sign. "Oh?" He said, almost feeling like a bother but then remembering to check his soldier privilege. Cause he was pretty hot shit. He met her gaze will his own duller brown one and laughed softly. "Why, that's pretty generous of you." Had she honestly not been so attractive and not offered him something on the house, he'd probably do what was right and ask her to let him see her license to own the pokemon. He decided he would be lenient today though, the dark type pokemon seemed way too chipper and was dressed a little absurd to ever be considered a pokemon bred for fighting.
"Just a lemonade would be fine." He repled easily, followed by a small smile. He pulled a napkin from the dispenser and with a certain arrogance, leaned over the counter towards her register to grab a pen that was surely meant for signing receipts. "Here.." He started as he scribbled on the napkin before sliding his number over to her. "For the trouble I'm putting you through, keeping your shop open just for me." Honestly, he knew it wasn't really a big deal since he wasn't ordering anything crazy, but he could play the role. "As a soldier of the Empire I'm always here to help hardworking civilians like yourself if you ever need...anything." As a caring and loving owner, William had all but forgotten about his Wartortle who was suddenly under a vicious assault by the jolly fire type. The female's ears twitched curiously and without a second thought went to suddenly pat and touch at the Houndour's harness, intrigued by the contraption and the fact he wasn't dropping the plate on his back.
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Post by Grace Winters on Jun 12, 2015 2:52:47 GMT
NO NAME NO VOICE ► Reluctantly she noted the way his eyes traveled her body. At first it had bothered her, though only for a few seconds. Next came a swirl of emotions. It made her feel a bit better about herself, especially since he didn't scoff or make any sort of gesture that showcased his distaste for what he saw. Then she felt shy. To the very best of her knowledge, no one she encountered 'checked her out' before. It was as though she had been put in a glass case surrounded by judgmental eyes. Glaring and rolling, attacking and full of malice. It was disturbing. But finally she settled on gratitude. There was no possible way he knew of her feelings at the moment, but he boosted her mood by his stare. She then decided it was appreciated. Which was all an odd train of thought, one that was entirely inappropriate for the moment. He was a customer, not some man sent out to make her feel better about herself. His face had shifted. He seemed happier, like his mood had done a complete one-eighty. Though she didn't focus on that, what was the point? Most soldiers that came to her cafe were rude and boisterous. Throwing their status around and shoving the Empire down people's throats. This man seemed different. While he certainly did give off an odd vibe, he wasn't like the other soldiers. And for that she was glad. His laugh filled her senses, his eyes a delicate hue that captivated hers. When he spoke, her smile grew a bit more sincere, pleased that he appreciated her efforts. Especially considering if he spent a large amount of time here, she would never finish those cakes. Though it wouldn't be too hard to simply tell Mrs. Anderson that a group of soldiers had come in and demanded the cakes for themselves. How could anyone expect her to turn down the Empire? The idea brightened her mood further, though guilt quickly stormed in. Lying wasn't something she was fond of. Of course, she did it on a daily basis when anyone from the Empire came in and questioned her allegiances. When she heard valuable information she would turn around and deliver it to Spectre. When he chimed in his request, her head tilted a little. Just a drink? Was that all that he had come for? It seemed too simple, like there was a hidden motive. Suddenly he was closer to her. Eyes parted wider as she watched carefully, his movements fluid. At first she thought he meant to get into her register, and in that instance she would have just bagged the money for him and sent him on his way. She didn't need the trouble. But he merely grabbed a pen and began to scribble on the napkin. Turning away, she grabbed the jug of lemonade from the mini fridge under the counter and filled a glass. As she placed it in front of him, he handed her the napkin. Tentatively, with the delicate fingers of a pianist hindered only by a rugged scar on her left thumb, she took the napkin. It was his phone number. She almost laughed. There she was, thinking up wild stories that he had known she was a sympathizer for Spectre when he was just being friendly. And to Grace, that was it. She was painfully naive. The 'player' types of men were never interested in her, and no one she knew had ever been caught in their trap before, so the notion that he was only looking for a hook-up didn't occur to her. A warm smile formed on her pale lips, lighting her eyes. “Anything?” She repeated, subconsciously her lower lip fell victim to her teeth, lightly tugging at the flesh. Feeling a little awkward, she slipped the napkin into the front pocket of her apron and placed her hands on the counter, leaning slightly forward towards him. “I'll be sure to keep that in mind... His words were laced with double-meanings. They were so full they practically fell from his lips and crashed like a boulder onto the floor. Those meanings, however, were nearly completely lost on Grace. She was innocent, in all shapes and forms. New to the world of men and love and relationships. And flirting, especially flirting. But a part of her knew that this was it, he was being nice and looking at her like that. She had no clue how to respond though. The movies she had seen where instances like this happened basically involved the woman being coy and hard to get, and the man would fall over himself trying to win her over. Inevitably, they would end up together but then he'd screw up and she'd leave him. In the end it all worked out, but the media left her the impression that the men did all the work, and all that the women had to do was sit and look pretty. She wasn't that type of girl though. She wanted to seem confident and in control, she really did, but she was lost. Houndour on the other hand had fallen in love. The Wartortle was prodding at his gear and he stood still, allowing her to touch and pull at anything she wanted, all the while watching her with big eager eyes. Wanting to show her more, he motioned for her to follow him into the kitchen, where his booties lay on the floor in wait. |
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Post by William Barrows on Jun 12, 2015 4:40:12 GMT
[attr="class","iconimage"] I'm dressed to kill and you know that I will
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With a pretty face like hers, William wouldn't have guessed that she was really that stupid to the ways of flirting, or just males in general. Of course, had he known, it probably wouldn't have made things any better for her. He wasn't a knight in shining armor by any means but he could definitely pretend to play the part, at least, until he got what he wanted. The pink haired woman clearly wasn't associating herself with the right crowd, but how could she help herself around someone who felt like he was the center of the universe.
It didn't seem like it would take William too long to discover just how naive and willing she was to venture into this new realm. Since he wasn't a novice himself, it was easy to spot those inept at flirting. Lucky for her, even if she was bad at it, she was still nice to look at, which was almost a win for him. As well as Grace currently thought of him, the only thing keeping him in check from being rude was the fact he had no audience, and it wouldn't benefit him to be rude to the shop owner giving him a free drink. He shifted in his stool, trying to keep a good posture to look better, which was just a little annoying and uncomfortable but would be worth it in the end--or so he told himself. When she tilted her head, he couldn't help but laugh. It was such a girlish thing to do and he shrugged his shoulders,"What? A guy can't get a drink?" He waved back over at the front of the store. "You just closed, I'm not going to bother you. I'm just that nice." His tone had shifted to a more joking one.
Rather contently, he fetched the cup off of the table to drink from it. The contents were obviously sweet and while alcohol would normally be the drink of choice, it didn't beat how refreshing the lemonade was after a whole day on his feet. William wasn't even sure if he did want to drink tonight--staying somewhere and watching television sounded a lot more comfy, uncharacteristically enough. William hadn't the slightest idea that the girl before him was a sympathizer and he wasn't even going to pry. Being a poor judge of character had its pitfalls but for the most part, he didn't care considering he was a man of action rather than indecision and rolled with whatever came at him.
"Mhm." He confirmed her reiteration of his question, raising an eyebrow as she bit her lip. He wasn't entirely sure whether that was an intentional move on her part and quite frankly he didn't care at this point. Watching her slip the napkin away, he took a sip from his cup, unsure whether or not she would actually keep it or just toss it out or forget about it once he left. There was no such thing as being too forward and even if she did reject him, there were plenty of other fish in the sea.
Through the corner of his eyes, William caught sight of his Wartortle walking behind the counter, presumably following the other pokemon that she owned. He drew his gaze away, hoping at the very least she wouldn't mind the pokemon behind the counter and praying that his dumb, shelled pokemon wouldn't break anything. "The name is William, by the way." He informed her, trying to start up conversation againand learn her name as he heard his Wartorle break out in excited noises. While she was out of his vision, she nudged at the Houndour's boot with a mixture of delight and amusement completely set on the idea that he did very important work here now.
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Post by Grace Winters on Jun 12, 2015 5:10:05 GMT
 glass full until morning light, 'cos I'm just holding on for tonight In an ideal world, she would live a life where she didn't have to hide who she was. She could strut around town shouting who she supported and no one would care. The men and women within the Empire did exactly that, and while people usually cowered away it was still the idea that they could be totally honest about their alliance. It was a life she doubted she would ever know. Her father had always believed the Empire would stomp out the rebellion and they would create a utopia and peace would overflow in the region. A noble thought, but she knew better. Spectre wouldn't give up. Even if by some chance they had been defeated, a new group would surface and take their place. It would be a never ending cycle. Grace didn't have much hope that within her lifetime she would see peace, and the thought didn't bother her as much as it should have. A coy smile played on her lips, watching him with vast amusement. “Nice huh?” Her voice was lighthearted and full of good natured teasing. She wasn't sure where it came from, but it was like word vomit and she had no control over it. The little pitter patter of pokemon caught her attention and her eyes found the source. Houndour was taking Wartortle to the back, the biggest grin plastered with radiance on his face. Seeing him so happy, Grace couldn't help but mimic the joy on her own. She had a soft spot for pokemon, so letting them roam where they pleased didn't really bother her. Besides, Houndour knew all the rules pretty well. Turning back to the man, who had now introduced himself as William, she began to undo her apron. Before she would forget she grabbed his napkin and tucked it into her back pocket and then turned and hung it up. “Grace.” She replied, turning to him with hands nestling into her pockets. “I know I make great lemonade and all...and I don't know about you but I could use a real drink.” Her words flowed smoothly, though they tasted bitter. He was a stranger. She was about to invite him into her loft. Just the two of them. Alone. Not that she expected that he would come. But still. It was stupid. He could rape her, beat her or rob her. All of this could have been some devious ploy to get whatever it was that he wanted from her. Despite all of that, she couldn't shake the feeling of some twisted form of desire. No one had ever shown interest in Grace before, so of course she would logically be overwhelmed by these feelings. All she knew was what she had read in her books and seen in the movies. Things were overly romanticized there. Still...she wanted to take the chance. “I've got some beer upstairs if you're interested.” With that she began to turn the corner leading to the stairs, though not before she checked over her shoulder to see whether or not he'd come. In the kitchen, Houndour had managed to squeeze out of his harness. Running into a closet, he pulled out a larger cloth with a small strap around it and held it out for Wartortle to try on, his body vibrating with excitement. | 552 WORDS |
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Post by William Barrows on Jun 12, 2015 17:13:46 GMT
[attr="class","iconimage"] I'm dressed to kill and you know that I will
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The suppression of Spectre and the common population didn't bother William at all. Sure, if he was in those categories maybe it would, but he had made sure that he was not a minority and worked to better himself in the Empire. While he wasn't exactly too sure of their common motive, nor cared, all he knew was that if the Empire wanted power and remained in it, he would definitely want to stick with them. It didn't matter to him at what cost, peace throughout the region was not his goal and if he pretended it was, he would more than likely achieve it through violence.
Her comment did amusement, but the fact that he was mid drink prevented him from making a biting remark about how silly she sounded. Still, again it contributed to her whole girlish demeanor so in hindsight it wasn't really all that awful. When her eyes followed the sound, William watched carefully, unsure of her reaction to the pokemon. After a moment he deemed everything alright since her pokemon looked stupidly happy and therefore she did too.
The fact that she pocketed the napkin before she undid her apron did wonders for William's self-esteem. Not that it was low, but his ego was definitely more inflated than it previously had been. Obviously she cared for the number, and therefore was willing to call. In his mind it was almost a definite score. "A drink?" William repeated, more surprised than confused. He was on shift, but technically he was almost off shift so it wasn't like anyone would be able to tell. If she meant actually drinking--who knows she might mean tea or something. He was seriously considering that she was a little screwed up in the head to invite him back there. He had known her for all of five minutes and she already wanted to spend more intimate time with him. Conversely, this is also what he did at bars, but there were a lot more people.
After a few moments, William let his previously mentioned ego get the better of him. Why wouldn't she invite him back there? He was after all, good looking, a soldier, and showed a clear interest on her. He should be thankful that Grace appreciated his efforts for her and with that he smirked confidently and slid off the stool to follow where she was going. When he turned the corner, he honestly didn't expect the stairs and it dawned on him that she probably lived on the upstairs floor of the cafe. "You close up shop early to drink with nice guys often?" He laughed, passing his Wartortle and then shooting her a weird look as she was trying to don some rag that the other pokemon had given her. The weirdo was struggling a little and William rolled his eyes and kept going, figuring she would manage by herself for a little while.
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Post by Grace Winters on Jun 13, 2015 2:30:53 GMT
glass full until morning light, 'cos I'm just holding on for tonight Ego wasn't a term Grace was all too familiar with. Of course she experienced bouts of it from time to time, but it never rose so high that her head inflated remarkably from it. Typically it came from raving reviews about her food. And in those cases she would feel so inspired that she would create and entirely new menu. When he had repeated her words, she worried. There was a very strong chance that he would refuse her. It was well within his right to, she wouldn't force him even if she was physically capable to do so. Another notion would be that he was on shift right now. Drinking was probably prohibited for the soldiers when they were working and he could have just stopped in the cafe for a quick break. It made sense, but a part of her knew that she would be a bit disappointed if he turned her down. She wasn't sure why that would happened though. It didn't make sense for her to feel that way. What difference would it make in her life if he simply said no and walked away? Mentally she sighed, rolling her eyes internally at herself. For no reason whatsoever, she was getting herself all worked up. Over nothing. But he rose, following after her. As she led him upstairs, she couldn't withhold the awkward laugh that quietly emerged. “Honestly...no. You're...you're the first I guess.” Pulling the door open, she waited for him to enter and shut it behind him, making sure to check that the little doggy-door was unlocked in case the pokemon wanted to come upstairs. Though she assumed they would happily keep themselves occupied as she heard Houndour squeal in delight and the thudding of his paws crashing to the floor in a run. They were now in her quaint living room. Her couches were aligned around a round oak table, and against the wall her television hung on the wall with a small mantle filled with family photos underneath. Immediately she remembered her piano, covered in dust and sitting on the other side of the living room. Silently she prayed William wasn't too nosy and wouldn't bombard her with questions about the musical piece. “Beer?” She asked as she opened a closet to reveal a mini fridge with several wine glasses perched on top. As she poured herself a glass of red wine, she grabbed the beer and handed it to him. Grace fretted when she realized it was time to sit. Her mind raced – whether or not to sit right next to him or find a spot as far away as she could. She settled on something in between, close to where he would be but not rubbing against him. Taking a sip, she set her eyes on him, wondering if this was a mistake. |
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Post by William Barrows on Jun 14, 2015 2:15:22 GMT
[attr="class","iconimage"] I'm dressed to kill and you know that I will
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It was rather clear William knew a thing about egos and evidently, Grace wasn't in on the big secret. While it didn't affect William either way, because for the most part, girls were expendable and if one didn't like him, he could find another, it was probably in his favor that she thought he was a good guy. And he was. Everyone evidently, thinks they're the good person and William allowed himself to be deluded in moments like these, where he was feeling good. If William got paid more, maybe he'd care about shaving a few extra minutes from his shift. But hey, free drinks were free drinks and he didn't even have a second thought about abandoning his lemonade.
He had no inkling of the inner turmoil Grace was currently experiencing since he didn't get nervous about girls anymore. Maybe that would have been 10-year old him, but by now he had learned that there were plenty of girls in the region and if one rejected him, it wasn't a big deal. Just be quick to learn to not get attached. "Hmm, I just can't force myself to believe such a pretty looking girl." William replied as he followed her up the stairs. He actually wasn't sure whether to believe her or not, and he sort of didn't want to. From that implication, it was like she didn't talk to boys at all and those were the girls you definitely wanted to avoid. He held his reservations to himself however, because obviously it wouldn't be appropriate to tell her at this particular moment. Or ever.
William walked through the doorway, turning to face her as she closed the door, eyes sweeping over her figure again as she checked the doggy door. He wrinkled his nose, sharing a private smile to himself at how ridiculous this girl was with her pokemon. Finally he let his eyes wander over the room, regarding the couches, which definitely looked comfy--although he might be slightly more biased because he didn't have a couch. His eyes skimmed over the pictures in the room and while he normally didn't want to get involved in personal lives, he was definitely curious as to why this girl was living, working and owning a café. He was sure mommy and daddy were funding her in case she got tired of doing this. Not even caring for the dusty piano, he slowly moved towards the frames, fingers touching the surface they were resting on. "Yea..yea." He replied absentmindedly, picking up the frame and narrowing his eyes at a man holding a younger Grace around the shoulder.
Plucking the beer from her hands, he looked at her then back at the frame. "Winters?" He asked, completely baffled. "Like, Captain Winters was your dad?" He scoffed, putting the frame back down where he found it, or close enough at least. He went to sit on the couch, throwing himself back like he owned the place.
"You're obviously a liar! You've seen plenty of other good looking soldiers in your lifetime, hell, you're practically an Empire girl yourself." A rich one at that. He laughed for a little bit, taking the cap off and drinking some. After a brief pause he looked over at her with a grimmer expression. "Sorry about him though, y'know."
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Post by Grace Winters on Jun 14, 2015 2:57:10 GMT
glass full until morning light, 'cos I'm just holding on for tonight When he called her pretty, she couldn't help the bright pink that consumed her cheeks. It left her face feeling warm, and her stomach lifted with the hundreds of butterflies that swarmed within. Had anyone known her internal reaction, they would have assumed the poor girl had never been complimented in her life before. She had been, by an ex of course, and some of the very few friends she had in the past. But in truth, no man that she ever found attractive had voiced his opinion on her looks. For some, the lack of praise would lower a person's own view on themselves considerably, however in Grace's case she didn't feel any less pretty. The consequences of this had been different for her – to her she felt as though her soul never matched up with another. Or that she typically seemed closed off, and for a man that could be deterring. Whatever the reasons, she was happy he had said that, and it was something that would probably stick with her for a while. Curious eyes followed as he perused her photos. Her family sat there. Her estranged mother, her late father, and her missing-but-not-really-missing brother. When he stopped on one – and she knew exactly which one – she felt her blood boil and hands moisten with perspiration. The fear that plagued her was confusing, as she wasn't entirely sure where it had come from, but it was there, like a giant lump in her throat. “Winters?” His voice broke through, pulling her free from her erratic thoughts. William knew her father. Or at least he knew of the man. It was hard to tell if William was in the Empire's army when her father had been alive. And a new feeling emerged within her. This one had been pride. If she didn't know any better, William seemed slightly shocked, as though he knew her father was a great man and couldn't believe a girl like her was related to him. That or he was surprised her pink hair wasn't hereditary. Or anything else, really. There were a million things that it could have been but she wanted to believe that he was impressed. Her father had been a great man, and while she loathed the Empire – he did great things for it. She was rocked slightly when he crashed himself into her couch, feeling his weight moving the cushions and ever so slightly pulling her into it as though it were a black hole. Taking another sip of her wine, she listened as he spoke up yet again, an embarrassed smile crossing her face. “Yes...he was my father.” She stated, unable to hide the glimmer of pride that laced her words. “Oh I'm not a liar. You asked if I closed early to drink with nice guys, not if I knew other attractive soldiers.” Her smile grew coy, eyes shining playfully. Mentally she mulled over the term 'Empire girl' and the weight it bore. Grace knew she wasn't an Empire girl, not in any form, but she realized that it would be safer for him to assume this. “I am an Empire girl, I suppose. If you call it that. But dad didn't believe the army was a place for a woman so he never let me get involved.” At his next words, her eyes darkened and she turned her face away, shoulders slumping ever so slightly. Taking a deep, long breath, she shut her eyes and took a bigger sip from the wine. Obviously her father had passed, it wasn't like she was trying to deny it; to here someone apologizing for it after she thought she had heard the end of the millions of condolences she received was painful. Passing her tongue over her lips briefly, she turned back to him, expression somewhat fixed. “He died serving the Empire he loved. It's what he would have wanted.” How true that was, she would probably never know. The Winters family had no idea how he died or even why. There where was a mystery as well. It was a secret that haunted her everyday. She would give up anything to know the truth. But the only one who knew that was her father – and he would never tell. Realizing the night had gone in a completely different direction than she anticipated, she straightened her posture and set her glass on the table before her. “How long are you in Whitecoast for?” |
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Post by William Barrows on Jun 14, 2015 23:10:52 GMT
[attr="class","iconimage"] I'm dressed to kill and you know that I will
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Ah, how he still had that charm. William hadn't ever lost it per say, it was just a nice friendly reminder offered by Grace that he still had it. The flush that appeared on her face was duly noted by the male but of course he wouldn't shame her for it. Of course she couldn't help herself when she was with him. He never gave himself the chance to be surrounded by negativity or those that thought poorly of him because William liked attention on himself. Anyone that would fawn over him he would actively socialize with and if there wasn't any one like that at a given time, it wasn't out of William's ego to let himself know that he really was that great. As of the time being, William didn't think of her as closed off, but rather open about her life. While he wasn't against taking a girl home, he definitely didn't expose his hobbies, or more importantly his family to strangers. In fact, he hardly talked about these things with girls he had a one night stand with, which was most.
Winters was familiar to William, and he knew of him through the Empire, but he had no knowledge of the rest of Grace's family. He could speculate of course, that her widowed mother would have a fortune off of her dad's death and her brother--who really didn't look much like Grace, although it may be the hair--was off serving in the Empire himself or something. There was already too much knowledge given to him just from facial recognition and frankly, he wasn't too interested in her family just because if he kept prying, she would want to pry back.
Only a year or so out of the academy, William didn't know her father personally and definitely never met him face to face. He was just someone everyone knew, from a friend of a friend, whenever he would make a public appearance. It wasn't rare for cadets to talk about famous military personnel and their wants and ambitions to be like them were rather obvious. He probably could have been more gentle taking a seat on the couch considering she was drinking wine. The red liquid was rather nasty in William's opinion and not to mention the people who drank it tended to be the more refined, or those that thought themselves that. William, clearly, did not care to think of himself as a gentlemen in that manner because he wasn't. The society wasn't exactly the kindest towards him and inevitably, he'd piss off too many important people.
"I think selective information is kinda lying!" William retorted, taking a good drink from the bottle, the cool liquid refreshing. He hadn't exactly found anything suspicious that would insinuate she was with Spectre and the fact that her father was in the military solidified in his mind that she wasn't an enemy. "Pft, let me be the one to tell you the army is deeefinitely for women." William rolled his eyes before continuing,"The women in the army are practically bloodhounds, for the most part. They'd sell their first born for a higher position, and the ones who do get raised to nobility are frosty bitches." Hopefully, her dad was just protecting her from becoming unfavorable to men, like most of the other girls were.
Maybe he shouldn't have said that. William, like always, didn't think his actions before he committed to them and he noticed that Grace definitely kept the liquid to her lips longer than last time. He shifted a little uncomfortably, because the girl was sad about her deceased father and William couldn't even begin to sympathize with how that felt. He'd probably be pleased to hear the news that his father died, and while he did love his mother, he was so young and the memories were fuzzy. "Got to love the revolution, huh? Despite all their hope speeches, they're the same as the Empire--cold blooded and willing to kill. They're not even helping the people, they're making things worse for them." William finished off with a shrug, because despite his opinion, he definitely didn't care all too much. He was happy with the war and it's certainty to hang around for a while.
"Only a couple more weeks. Thankfully." He offered a condolence smile for probably offending her, but it was the truth. He wasn't too fond of it here. "I'm on a temporary post at the moment." He informed her before leaning closer, a cheeky grin beginning to form. "Why, you can't get enough of me already?"
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