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Post by StantonBros on Jan 12, 2010 11:41:27 GMT -5
This was a strange situation for Paste, could he just go over there and say 'hey, I'm a monster like you' or just wait for some kind or incident. What if both of them were just normal, if not interesting, people and he just confess that he was demonically possessed, that would be really weird.
He reached out for his cup of espresso in order to take another sip wondering as to why it took him an oddly long time to reach it. That was when he remembered that he left his cup at the other table and he was now using his long black claw in order to reach it. With a quick clink the cup was back on Paste's table and Paste was hiding his arm in his coat hoping that no one saw.
'What a complete lapse of judgment' Paste thought, 'I might as well order another espresso to compensate.'
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Post by KB on Jan 12, 2010 13:36:50 GMT -5
Zelia nodded dully as Angel explained about her wrist, still more than a little nervous about how mouthy Tobias was being. Hopefully she could placate him as long as possible. She looked up from her drink when her company seemed confused, and realized she was talking to herself again.
She'd started to apologize, but then let it go when Angel changed the subject. "Pancakes?" Zelia picked up her menu, looking over it as her stomach grumbled some. "I think I'm in an omelet and hash browns mood myself."
Her eyes nearly bugged out of her skull when she caught sight of a black clawed thing grabbing a- a coffee cup? She looked confused, then shifted her gaze between Angel and the table where the thing retreated to.
"I knew something was weird about that guy," she said lowly, more to herself than Angel, then said to her friend. "He just... Uh... Did something. Something, like.." Her gaze flitted around to see if anyone else was listening. "The kinda stuff we do."
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Post by Clairice-Sarah on Jan 12, 2010 17:29:17 GMT -5
The waitress stopped by before Angeline could answer her or look to the strange man. She very quietly gave the woman her order, and Zelia's. Unsure of what to add, she said nothing but now she was uncomfortable. That must be why.
"Maybe he's nice like us too," she added without really thinking, in the context of what they both did, were they nice? Angel was certain she wouldn't be in her mess if she was a better person. "Do you think this means he knows us too?" Angel mumbled a few thoughts to herself, in Russian.
"What does uh...the little guy think?" Angel took a pen from her purse and began doodling on the napkin to occupy herself.
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Post by StantonBros on Jan 12, 2010 22:26:47 GMT -5
Paste noticed the two women starting to talk from his sudden lapse of judgment. He looked back at the two and hoped he didn't just make two enemies, but he could have also made two friends.
((OOC: short comment is short))
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Post by KB on Jan 12, 2010 22:59:25 GMT -5
Zelia smiled wryly as Angel spoke. She wasn't nice, at least not as far as supernatural people went. Sure, she didn't know any really, but there had to be much nicer than someone who killed things and ate them.
At the mention of Tobias, she was quiet a moment, then sighed. "Him? He's thinking lunch," she replied bitterly, swirling the ice in her glass with her straw before taking a drink. "But he's always looking for an excuse. His opinion doesn't matter."
Oh, it doesn't? Tobias replied indignantly. I would think you'd like to listen to me, because then I listen to you. Or would you like for me to just make decisions instead of debate with you?
Zelia bit her lip, regretting saying anything at all.
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Post by Clairice-Sarah on Jan 12, 2010 23:34:54 GMT -5
Angel sighed. "Well, I thought I would ask." She knew one thing for sure, she didn't want to be on Tobias' hit list. And she didn't want her family there either.
Angel turned, maybe too obviously, to look at the lawyer once more and caught his gaze on them. Her breath caught a little, as if she'd just been seen taking a cookie when she wasn't supposed to be.
She held his gaze for a moment longer - maybe it was a moment too much - she realized after. Stupid, stupid, she repeated to herself, as she looked away.
"Maybe we could start a support group," she joked to Zelia, pathetically, trying to lighten her friend's mood some. "The more the merrier?"
Give it up, she told herself with a sigh, People don't like you because you're funny.
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Post by StantonBros on Jan 13, 2010 19:05:39 GMT -5
Paste quickly noticed Angel looking at him for just a little too long, which brought the question 'should I ask'.
He turned around and looked at both of them saying in a quiet voice, "I take it that my slip ups make it obvious, so I take it that your different too?"
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Post by KB on Jan 13, 2010 20:00:03 GMT -5
Zelia watched the exchange, scowling out of habit at the man as she did so before the side of her mouth twitched upwards at Angel's statement. She chuckled halfheartedly, "Yeah, but I don't know how many things like me I can take. Now you, I wouldn't mind more of. You're not so bad," she teased some, still weary of the man.
And with reason, it seemed; he'd turned around and starting actually talking to them. Her guard came up, a wall of foul expressions and lack of anything more than bare minimum hospitality, as she replied, "Something like that. We aren't looking trouble or charity, though, ki- Sir." Sir; not kid, sir. She still had a hard time with that, considering she was probably a good decade older than the man.
Maybe she was being harsh, maybe not. Zelia knew the kind of evils that could be found in the world - She was one, to a degree - so she didn't take kindly to strangers like herself, especially creepy ones.
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Post by Clairice-Sarah on Jan 13, 2010 20:16:31 GMT -5
"Hah, you don't mean that," Angel trailed off to a mumble, but turning like a deer in headlights as he spoke to them. "Y--" Zelia answered instead.
While Angel wasn't so frank, she wasn't sure that she would have answered the same way. After all, what if he was the...not so friendly type?
"Um..." She looked between the two. "Maybe..." She didn't know where she was going with that. "Maybe we shouldn't...fight?" Ice breaker! That's what she needed.
She was lost, though, for anything to say. Instead she dropped her gaze to her coffee as if it were the most interesting thing in the world. "You should maybe not do that so much," she told Paste, fidgeting. "People talk, here, a lot." It was hard to keep one's reputation intact here in Bridgeport.
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Post by StantonBros on Jan 13, 2010 21:09:15 GMT -5
Paste chuckled at Zelia's comment saying, "I'm not trying to be charitable, I'm trying to be nice, I always try and pay for my friend's meals, well, except for one." It might have started out awkwardly, but at least it started, but it did make him curious why the pregnant woman almost called him kid. He then turned his head towards Angel and said, "don't worry, I only fight in court, I'm a lawyer. Though to be frank, I don't seem to run properly without my daily allowance of caffeine. Still, I don't usually do that unless there's some other demonic source close by."
"By the way" Paste asked trying to bring up some small talk, "what are you drawing on your napkin?"
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Post by KB on Jan 13, 2010 22:14:31 GMT -5
"We're not friends," Zelia mumbled, as if it mattered. Of course the rich would see it as just kindness on their part. It's not like they had much to work for and feel indignant about when someone greater came along and in effect rubbed their noses in the fact that one was better off than the other.
Now this is just turning out to be a win-win situation. Be friends, dearest mother. I'll knock him down a few notches, Tobias promised, and the girl's fist tightened some. If it would have made her feel better she would've punched the bump on her belly, but she'd merely hurt herself and suffer later at his hands.
Oh great, a lawyer? Now she knew he was trouble. The girl looked away from her permanently rude expression in Paste's general direction to thank the waitress as she hesitantly set down their food. Zelia's guess was that the goings on weren't very incognito.
One last glance at the lawyer and she cut into her hash browns with stiff, slightly awkward movements. She wasn't up to entertain other people, whether they had some kinship or not.
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Post by Clairice-Sarah on Jan 13, 2010 22:27:13 GMT -5
Oh wow. This got really awkward, really fast. A lawyer. Angel didn't quite trust that, lawyers in Bridgeport? What for? "Um..."
When Paste mentioned her napkin she looked down, having forgotten about it. It was just a scribble, a vague outline of a human form. "I...don't know. It's not done yet. I just like to keep my hands busy..." Her tone was subdued. People tended to freak out a little bit when they saw that Angeline on the daily created things that probably inspired Eternal Darkness and Silent Hill. Among other things. She turned it over and tried to smile but it turned out quite obviously fake.
"I'm uh, Angeline," she introduced awkwardly. One way or another, it wasn't a hard thing to find out so she figured she could get that out of the way.
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Post by StantonBros on Jan 13, 2010 23:54:32 GMT -5
"My name is Paste Stanton, nice to meet you Angeline" Paste introduced himself with a nod of his head.
"Now don't look at me like that" Past said to both of them as he raised his eyebrows, "I'm not 'that' kind of lawyer, I don't go after multi million suits or anything, I'm here to help people." He couldn't help but feel a fourth presence, other than Cut's of course. Though he turned his attention to Angel's hidden drawing and said "don't worry, just draw what you like, my brother Cuttagon used to draw but decided that he wanted to be a musician more than an artist." Indeed, Cut did use to draw, but it was nothing to write home about, though Cut insists on keeping his picture of the Mona Lisa that he made out of macaroni noodles.
"By the way, I never got your name mrs?.." Paste asked Zelia. Though, it was hard for him to not think of her as a victim, especially after working with them in the several cases he's worked on.
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Post by KB on Jan 14, 2010 0:43:24 GMT -5
Zelia made a discourteous noise around a small mouthful of food, her expression towards the man nasty for a moment before she looked to Angel and swallowed. She supposed if her friend wanted to play nice, she could at least help make it not painful for her sake.
"Miss," she corrected. She was quiet for a while and almost looked as if she weren't going to say anything else before she set her fork down, sighed, and continued, "Zelia. Just Zelia." She had a feeling he'd try the formal route to be 'polite,' and she wasn't one for formalities. At all.
If he's supposed to help people, why is he so well dressed? I bet he has a big house and a sports car, too. Yeah, he's quite the philanthropist, Tobias remarked smugly, and as much as Zelia hated to admit, she was leaning towards the same opinion. However, she didn't want to kill him. Tobias made a frustrated noise in her mind. Damn it, woman; I'm getting tired of you letting your morals get in the way. You kill people, get over it. I'm already entertaining you by letting you choose what we eat, and what's wrong with ridding the world of one more soulless legal provider?
"No," she said firmly, a little too firmly for it to be under her breath and out of Paste or Angel's earshot, and quickly looked up as her face tinged a peachy color. "Uh," her gaze went to her friend as she explained in an embarrassed tone, "The damn thing won't quit acting up."
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Post by Clairice-Sarah on Jan 14, 2010 11:14:40 GMT -5
"Um, nice to meet you, Mister Stanton." She listened as he explained his brother and gave a slight nod. "Yeah, I know a few people who are musicians..." Really, she didn't quite know how to continue the conversation but it was something new for someone to encourage it, rather than tell her the wiser career choice would be to keep the art as a hobby.
Not that Liliya being a dancer is any better, she thought to herself spitefully, realizing she actually was just thinking about her parents. Other than classmates - most of whom she had not seen since her graduation - she really hadn't heard that from anyone else. Not directly.
"Are you from Bridgeport, Mister Stanton?"
She stopped and looked to Zelia as she said No, frowning, until she explained. It took Angeline a moment to coordinate an answer, before she smiled nervously. "Well my mom always said soda-water helped her out, I don't really know why though."
Angel wasn't so sure Tobias could be appeased with soda-water, though.
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