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Post by StantonBros on Jan 17, 2010 19:32:00 GMT -5
"Looks like you too have your own inner demon" Paste quietly commented to Zelia's small outburst.
"No, my brother and I were born in Texas, moved to California so I could study in law school while my brother played at local gigs" Paste explained, "and then we moved over here for the quiet landscape, lack of tourists, fewer skateboarding punks, and the very interesting cases." Paste then took another sip of his espresso before realizing that it was empty for quite some time. "Though, me and Cut have met some new friends. I swear, Cut is so close to his one girl that he could easily become her adoptive father."
Paste then chuckled as he added, "though, if it doesn't have an engine in it, he's not responsible for it. If only he didn't spend all our money on that blasted hot rod so I could at least buy a more sensible car." He then apologized saying "Sorry, I'm rambling."
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Post by KB on Jan 18, 2010 11:40:43 GMT -5
Zelia nodded halfheartedly at Angel's suggestion, poking at her food. But she scowled yet again at Paste when he commented. Did he just live for being rude? He didn't know anything about her, and he certainly couldn't deduce from a situation like this what was wrong with her. Even if he had some idea, he shouldn't say anything.
Her expression remained volatile as he spoke, and she sat down her fork to just listen. He talked a lot, gave up a lot of information. That must be why he didn't bother censoring himself.
She wondered vaguely if he expected her to break down and share her story just as easily. Because she wouldn't, it was none of his business. She wouldn't tell anyone if she didn't have to to keep them safe, although she didn't even get close enough to anyone for that to matter. Angeline was one of the few, if not the only person, that knew anything about her. And she hadn't spilled all the beans to her yet, either.
She finally released her obviously distasteful look in favor of neutrality, taking a drink and not responding for fear of just telling the offensive man off.
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Post by Clairice-Sarah on Jan 18, 2010 11:50:27 GMT -5
"Ugh, I'd love to move to California," Angel sighed. "The schools are so expensive and competitive, though." Getting in where she wanted was probably just as hard as paying for it. She frowned when he said they chose to move to Bridgeport.
"Really...?" Who would WANT to live here? "You're just not in the right part of town if you haven't seen kids around," she added. Anyone who grew up in Bridgeport could hop a fence and hang out with the rest. The docks, usually. She hadn't been there in a long time but she wouldn't say she hadn't partaken in drinking or cigarettes behind abandoned buildings.
She noted Zelia tensing further but the more Paste described of himself, the more she felt like actually having a conversation. Did this make her needy for the attention? What would her parents think--
He could be sixteen and a nerd and they would think the wrong thing, she replied to herself.
"A hot rod? In Bridgeport? That's kind of...silly." She looked to Zelia, the resident car expert. At least in Angel's opinion.
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Post by StantonBros on Jan 18, 2010 14:20:23 GMT -5
"Well, I can tell you right now these kids are more like the hooligans at home, they don't proclaim wildly that they are breaking the rules every waking minuet." Paste gave a sigh, "besides, California is full of these radical weird people that make the oddest of Bridgeportians look sane." Paste then added "and yes, a hot rod in Bridgeport is very silly, but my brother certainly doesn't listen. He loves that car way too much."
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Post by KB on Jan 18, 2010 20:20:49 GMT -5
Zelia nodded at Angel, confirming her suspicions. "Bridgeport is definitely not a town for fast cars and bad gas mileage, that's for sure," the corner of her mouth twitched in what could have been a smile as she shrugged. "Although I have seen a rather pricey German number driving around while on my rounds sometimes."
No doubt about it, people in this town were weird. Which is why Zelia enjoyed it. People were used to individuals who were rough around the edges, they didn't mind if you weren't quite normal. They didn't blink if something unusual was going on.
The girl's gray-brown gaze drifted back to Mr. Stanton and her expression hardened from the wistful one she'd had moments before. She couldn't help it, even if she was trying to be nice. He irked her.
"People have their vices, I suppose," She commented about his brother not giving up the car. "Like me giving up tinkering with cars and stuff, or Angel her drawing, or you your shiny pressed suits." Her smile was wry, almost smartassed as she spoke.
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Post by Clairice-Sarah on Jan 18, 2010 20:52:11 GMT -5
Angel didn't know what kids he had met but rule-breaking was kind of...all there was to do in Bridgeport. At least everyone she had ever met and hung out with. Sure they probably didn't have half the drug and crime problems that a big city had, but...that didn't make her dislike Bridgeport any less.
"Heh, my truck does nothing but consume gas," she said, glancing out the window to where it was parked. "It's ugly but I don't think I could drive anything without 4-wheel drive now." Angel was the friend everyone called when something needed to be towed.
"There are worse things than liking cars," Angel said, though, not sure who she was responding to.
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Post by StantonBros on Jan 18, 2010 21:39:33 GMT -5
"Yah, I remember passing up that nice German car" Paste commented to Zelia, "I later found out that the driver happens to be demoniacally possessed." Paste then added, "I do agree about his vices, like his cooking, he would experiment with baked goods and stuff, makes me wonder why he hasn't gotten a job as a baker or candy maker or something of the sorts."
"Well, it looks reliable" Paste said looking at Angel's car, "and I think it would be suited for a place like this."
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Post by KB on Jan 18, 2010 22:23:37 GMT -5
The girl's gaze darted to the nearby patrons of the diner as the man out and said 'demonically possessed.' She relaxed in the next moment, figuring yet again that the people were used to odd conversations. "The more you know, huh?" She said in response, then just listened and looked as he did at Angel's truck.
"Four wheel drive is handy, but for hardiness I prefer my Lincoln. Big enough for my passengers and sturdy enough to last since..." She hesitated to give away her real age, and merely rephrased. "Since I got it."
She remembered the day she picked it out. It was the only remnant of Donovan she had. The thought made her stomach churn and an unwanted voice peel with laughter in her mind. She made a face, feeling sick suddenly, and took a couple gulps of her drink.
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Post by Clairice-Sarah on Jan 19, 2010 0:02:44 GMT -5
Angel lifted both eyebrows when Paste said 'demonically possessed.' She didn't even dare say it or suggest it herself, as if admitting she let a devil grant her selfish wishes might make it permanent. So she, instead, said nothing. Not that she didn't believe in it widespread - if she could make whatever she wanted, surely anything was possible and anything could exist. But...she wasn't sure she wanted to talk about it.
Angel stared out instead at her truck. "Yeah, it's a good beater...a real tank." And Angel had utilized it as such since figuring out her creations weren't immortal. Angel likely kept the manual car washes in Bridgeport well financed. She was there more often than she'd like to admit. But ink and blood didn't do an engine too well...and she'd managed to get most of the black out of the paint.
"...are you okay, Zelia?" Angeline turned back to catch her friend's expression, and pursed her lips. "You look a bit...pale. More pale."
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Post by StantonBros on Jan 19, 2010 23:33:20 GMT -5
Paste looked at Zelia worried saying, "it could be food poisoning, though this place has an excellent record for 'sub' cleanliness".
(OOC Sorry for the short post)
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Post by KB on Jan 20, 2010 7:42:29 GMT -5
"Eh?" Zelia blinked as if snapping out of some kind of trance, having until this moment been caught up in her thoughts. Her drink was empty, and the waitress took her cup (with a bit of difficulty thanks to her slightly clenched hand) to refill it.
"Oh," she realized what they were referring to. "Um, no; I'm... I'm fine." Just visiting past demons, Tobias said with a chuckle, and she looked down at her plate for a moment before her gaze searched the immediate vicinity for a clock. "I guess I should get going if I'm going to make quota," she explained with more than a little untruth.
She always worked, and always had money, but her son's mouthiness was starting to worry her. She'd rather be safe and have him well away from the good people of Bridgeport when he decided he was going to break their deal.
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Post by Clairice-Sarah on Jan 21, 2010 0:45:44 GMT -5
"Oh, already? Okay." Angel frowned a little, oblivious completely to Zelia's lie. "I guess...call me for next week and we can decide when to do our next composition lesson?"
Angel felt proud of herself suddenly, that was perfect! She was referring to demon making as painting lessons for Zelia from now on. "Or stop by my house. I'm usually around."
She poked at her pancakes. She didn't want her friend to leave, but, work was important too. She didn't want to impose on that either. Well, Tobias was bound to get hungry eventually right? And then Zelia would hang out with her a bit after, maybe.
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Post by StantonBros on Jan 22, 2010 19:16:46 GMT -5
"Glad to meet you" Paste said to Zelia as he began reaching into his breast pocket, "and may I suggest taking my buissness card, just incase you get into trouble." He then held it out with a truthfull smile, "I insist."
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Post by KB on Jan 23, 2010 13:04:24 GMT -5
"Oh, uh," Zelia fumbled on how to let Angel know what was up within the same art context. "I don't think I'll need to, my.. Er.." Oh hell, she was bad at allusions. "I'm pretty sure I won't be able to wait that long," she said with a hint of frustration in her voice, giving what she hoped would be a revealing expression to her friend before looking stupidly at the card.
"Oh-Okay," the girl said distractedly, taking the card and shoving it into a small pocket on her sweater. She then extracted a wad of cash from the opposite pocket and laid what seemed to be just a bit too much down on the table, heading for the exit and mumbling a mantra of "not here, not here, not here."
She managed to make it to the car before her stomach cramped up, and she clutched the steering wheel until her knuckles turned white. "You promised," she said aloud to Tobias, her voice full of panic.
And I revoke it; I'm hungry. I won't be put on the back burner just for your pitiful morals. Start driving, if you want, before I decide to pick off the dear customers of the diner.
The engine of her town car roared to life and she nearly burnt rubber getting out and onto the street. She had to find someone that good people wouldn't miss. And for that, she intended to head back to the docks. There had to be some scummy individuals there.
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Post by Clairice-Sarah on Jan 26, 2010 18:14:51 GMT -5
((oh, shoot, sorry for the abandonment there.))
"Uh..." Angel barely got to say goodbye as Zelia rushed away, and her stomach knotted a little. Well if she couldn't wait, they could have just...gone, right then, and then that way...
Angeline resolved not to think about it.
If Zelia didn't want to ask her, then she wouldn't bother her about that. Besides that, the incisions hurt and Angel wasn't the most accurate with the inside of the human body. It only took one slip of an art knife or razor to put herself into a lot of trouble.
"So...Mr. Stanton..." Angeline gripped at nothing for conversation. "So is law all that you do?"
Award for lamest question of the year: goes to Angeline.
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