.:If You {Want} To "Know,, Me:. <Cici>

[Kire]

Does, Says, Thinks

He had left the house without a word, walking past his dead-drunk father to reach the door. He paused on the threshold, turning to look at the small fridge in the kitchen. There were two fridges in the kitchen, the smaller of the two being the beer fridge, aptly named because that's all it held, and the larger was for everything else. Kody snorted at the thought of his father catching him in the beer fridge again. While his father tried to keep him from drinking so much, quite unsuccessfully, Kody still managed to drink his fair share of the booze in the house. What harm could one beer do, especially because he was just going on a walk.

Going over to the little fridge, he pulled open the door and took a look at his choices. His father always kept about four or five different types of beer in the fridge, so he would have a larger selection to pick from when he felt the urge to drink. So, basically all the time. He snorted again, removing a wheat ale as he did so. It wasn't his favorite beer, but it was one that his dad wouldn't miss too much, and it wasn't horrible. With ease, he fished the bottle opener out of its drawer and popped off the bottle cap. He caught the cap in the hand that held the opener, and placed it in the jar of caps that his father kept. Then, he replaced the opener and went back to the front door.

Taking a swig from the bottle, he grabbed his keys and stuffed them in his jacket pocket. Pulling on his boots, he had to set his beer down beside him as he tied the laces. Grabbing up his drink again, he turned the handle on the door and shoved it open with his shoulder. Once out of range of the door, he let it fall shut. Sticking his key in the lock, he turned it, the deadbolt sliding shut. His keys now back in his pocket, he walked down the couple of steps in front of the house to reach the street. Another mouthful of beer passed down his throat before he started off walking down the street.

Some people gave him odd looks, most of them focusing on the beer in his hand before shaking their heads. Once or twice he heard "It's not even Noon" which made him grin at the bottle he held. People didn't understand that he wasn't trying to get drunk, but merely tone down his level of sobriety. It would take more than a beer to get him drunk. A lot more. His tolerance for alcohol would surprise even his father, which he personally took to be a good thing.

He tipped his beer to a few of the girls who passed, flashing them flirtatious smiles as he did so. They smiled back, but didn't follow him. Everyone knew his reputation, as well as the fact that, unless he approached them, he didn't really want to talk to them. He continued his casual stroll down the street, taking a swig of beer every time the taste faded from his mouth. Since he only had one beer with him, he didn't want to waste it and chug it all at once, though it wasn't the greatest beer, he savored it. It would be hard enough getting another one at home, but out here it would be nearly impossible. He wasn't legal age yet, not quite, just one more year and he would be able to buy whatever amount of liquor he wanted.

When he reached the District square, with all of its shops and people, he picked a bench and sat on it, placing one ankle on the opposite knee and stretching out his arm, with the hand that held the beer, along the back of the bench. He scanned the crowd, looking for something or someone to do. He spotted a pretty girl standing a little ways away, her brown hair framing her face. Admittedly, she wasn't the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, but he wasn't really all that picky. Beside, who said it had to go far enough that her body mattered? An engaging talk would be enough to satisfy him at the moment, maybe. At least there was more beer at home if he needed.

Raising his free hand, he waved to her, relaxed and casual. A slightly flirtatious, slightly goofy smile on his face, he called to her, "Hey," sure now that he had caught her attention, he gestured for her to come over, "why don't you come over and we can have a talk." His offer, pretty blatant, was about as sweet as he would get at the moment. Yes, there was a wonderful, sweet person inside of him somewhere, or so people hoped, but right now he wasn't around. Right now, it was all flirty Kody, the one who could start a good conversation and have a girl in bed with him in fifteen minutes.

There was no other added part to his offer, no demand or bribe. He didn't care too much if she came over, there were plenty of other girls for him to flirt with. No harm done if one turns him down, after all, for what he knew, she may have a boyfriend. He shrugged inwardly, her loss.

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Reve put a hand to her head, pulling the clip from her hair and watching it fall, a disaster of silent waves,

[/i] across her shoulders. She scowled at her reflection in the mirror before her, the casual dress much too elegant for her taste. [/i]Frustrated, she snatched the necklace from her neck and dropped it onto her dresser. The frown never disappeared. [/i]She didn't want to look elegant; she wanted to look potent. Lifting her chin just a few centimeters higher, she replaced the annoyed frown with a secure, powerful, and confident smile. There; that would do it. [/i]

First impressions are essential in the way that they seem to shape who you are,[/i] Reve knew. She flipped through words in her head: introduction words, intelligent words, and even powerful words. She wanted this job. [/i]She was sick of working with her parents in their little office, playing nurse and doing the same old thing every day as she listened to little kids whine about how their knee hurt,[/i] while she cared for the random perfectly healthy people who had only come to waste Reve's own time with their useless check-ups. Yet, her name was out there now. This lady she was supposed to meet was a real scientist, and if she offered Reve this internship, there was no doubt Reve would take it. [/i]She wanted it more than anything—a real job, one that actually mattered[/i]—which was why she spent the last hour preparing her appearance.

Moving away from the mirror, and collecting herself, she exited the room, heading down the hallway. A rush of chilly air hit her, seeping into her skin, just as she passed the room that haunted her day and night: Tegan's old room. If anyone could document the fluctuation of Reve's strength and confidence day to day, they'd find it's consistency greatly severed by the presence of the closed door on the right side of the hallway.[/i] Stopping in her tracks, Reve decided that today, she wasn't going to let that memory get the best of her. She kicked the door about three times before it opened, and then let the emptiness surround her. [/i]There, she thought, her eyes narrowing just before she returned to the hallway.

She was quick in leaving the house, suddenly self-conscious about her appearance as she entered the public outdoors. She didn't like dresses. Dresses didn't like her.[/i] Reve made her way into the midst of town, refusing to make eye contact with anyone, her eyes locked on the ground. She hadn't always been like this; she used to be the girl who tried to draw the world in her direction, rather than shut it out completely.[/i] People used to be able to see Reve's young hazel eyes, so eager to live. They used to be able to identify the smile that stretched across her face. Most of all, they used to be able to count on her to keep a promise.[/i]

It was only when she realized that no matter how nice she was to others, no one ever seemed to pay that kindness back,[/i] did she manage to forget about those other people: the people who stood in her way, the people who passed her in the streets as she walked to school each day, the people that were just like Tegan, leaving her to fend for herself in this huge world. People lied and cheated, and Reve knew that now.[/i] She knew she was better, but she also knew there was no point in acting like she was, for life doesn't give you a prize for honesty. Life never hands out rewards, Reve had decided; not unless you manage to snatch them first. [/i]

Reve finally made it to the corner where she had been instructed to meet the lady with the medical job offer that Reve so desperately wanted. She waited for a few moments, but the moments dragged on into minutes.[/i] Reve immediately began to doubt whether she had the location at all correct, but her thoughts were interrupted by a voice. “Hey,” and her spirits rose, wondering if her prolonged patience was finally at its end. She turned around, looking for the source of the voice, only to see a young man lounging across a bench. She rolled her eyes, impatient to the point of pure frustration. [/i]She was almost ready to just go back home. Almost.

“Why don't you come over and we can have a talk.” Reve's eyes flickered to the beer in his hand and she scowled, rolling her eyes. Another one of those guys. She wasn't interested. [/i]In fact, Reve didn't even see the point in saying, “No, thank you,” or “I'm good, thanks,” or “Sorry, not interested.” It was a waste of her own words, and considering she was waiting for a job interview, she had no words to waste. [/i]Folding her arms, she turned back around, silently letting the boy know that she was fully prepared to ignore him. She knew what people like him were like; and she knew that she really didn't care to associate with them.[/i]

Reve was sick and tired of watching people walk all over her. Had she been the Reve she was before Tegan's attempted murder, she most likely would have walked over to the young man, so vulnerable and naive. [/i]So maybe Tegan hadn't totally ruined her life; in all honesty, she had been what had strengthened Reve, what had showed her the darkest limits of this world. [/i]

Reve gave a deep sigh as she continued to wait, wondering whether trust had once again failed on her, [/i]knowing that she had been stupid to even come here in the first place. She felt slightly uncomfortable, standing and waiting, as the young man sat only meters away. She took a quick glance back just to see if he was still there. Yes, he was. [/i]Yet, there was some little piece of hope, and even faith within Reve's heart, that kept her planted to that little street corner,[/i] as she waited for the lady with a job offer. And some tiny intrigued little feeling, some hint of disgust, or maybe even fear,[/i] kept her glancing slightly backwards at the young man, out of the corner of her eye.

ooc -- So very sorry this is nearly 2 months late...Romry post is next, I promise! Also, sorry, as you can tell by this post, I quite forgot how to write. D: [/size][/blockquote][/color][/justify]

[Kire]

Does, Says, Thinks

She had looked at him, and rolled her eyes. At his offer, she had glanced at the beer he held, then rolled her eyes again. Okay, so she wasn't impressed, but it's not like she needed to be. He downed the last of his beer in a gulp and got up, swinging the empty bottle between his thumb and index finger. Then, he tossed it up in the air and caught it, fumbling slightly. Another toss, and this time a better catch. He scoffed at himself, then went over to a garbage can and pitched the bottle in, hearing a satisfying clink as it struck the bottom. It hadn't shattered, but not everything can always go as planned.

He took a glance at the girl, expecting to find her watching him. Instead, his gaze met with her back, and he could see that she had crossed her arms, pointedly ignoring him. A bemused grin flashed across his face as he strode back over to the bench and sat down, leaning back in more or less the same position as before. This time, he shifted his gaze just slightly to the left of her, close enough that he could easily see what she was doing, but far enough that it wouldn't look like he was staring at her, unless that was what she wanted.

A shift made his focus switch to her, though he kept his head in the same position with only his eyes sliding to look at her. She had looked back, obviously checking to see if he was still there. He mused to himself that she wasn't very good at ignoring people, thinking that if she was truly ignoring him she wouldn't check to see if he was still there. It seemed that she was that type of girl. The one who needed to be waited out. Well, there was two ways he could deal with that. The first would be to sit there until she either left or came over, the second would be to go over to her.

Trying to decide what this situation would be best solved with, something he did when he was bored, he contemplated the end result of both. In the end, he decided that it didn't really matter what happened, he would just do one of the two. Feeling impatient, and a little annoyed at her attitude, he got up. Casually, as though he had nothing else on his mind but aimlessly wandering, he walked up behind her, and then past her. Then, he turned to face her, the flirty smile back on his face. "Sure you wouldn't like to join me." The flirty smile grew a bit stronger, "I've heard I can be a lot of fun."

He didn't go as far as to touch her, knowing that it wouldn't work with her even if it might have worked with other girls. However, he kept the smile and tried to stand in an open position, relaxed and nonchalant. Let her see that he wasn't going to pressure her, and that he wasn't drunk. One beer made no difference on him, except maybe clear his head and his palette. A grin, lopsided and goofy, split the flirty smile as he realized how much of an idiot he looked right now. He knew that didn't help him at all, but no matter.

If she ignored him again, though, there would be a problem. Ignore him once, he gives it another try, ignore him twice, he throws a tantrum he will find a way to get with you. In a sense, he likes finding challenges and conquering them. It's just better to do it the easy way. "So, what's your name?" He tried to make his voice pleasant, but he wasn't sure how well it had worked, or how much he cared.

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"Sure you wouldn't like to join me? I've heard I can be a lot of fun." Reve immediately wished she had a sweater. She felt so exposed as a cold rush of air hit her straight on, her arms folded tightly to her chest. He was close to her now; too close. She hadn't been this close to anyone for a long time and the feeling brought her a step back. Her instincts told her to leave, but she had to wait; she had to wait for the man with the job--he had to be coming! She was sick of her hospital job, and wanted so much more. Just not this.

"So, what's your name?" His voice is pleasant, but I don't want to talk to him. He doesn't seem drunk, which is odd, because a few seconds ago I could have sworn it. However, I don't care how nice he tries to be; I don't like talking to strangers, not people in general, really. She didn't want to answer his question and besides, what did a name matter? "If you move any closer, I'm calling for peacekeepers," Reve warned, although she knew it was an impossible idea. Peacekeepers--who knew where they were? She could only hope this boy would be convinced.

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[Kire]

Does, Says, Thinks

She had taken a step back from him, not as big of a surprise as some might have thought it would be. He had almost expected it, in truth, being that he was more observant than he seemed. But when she spoke, it was all he could do to keep from laughing, as it was a grin split his face, making it more open and not closed and sinister like it could have. "If you move any closer, I'm calling for peacekeepers." He could hear the hesitation in her voice, the little moment of pause as she had decided what to say. No, she wasn't sure about the Peacekeepers, but he was. "Go ahead," he said, voice amiable and holding a hint of laughter, "call for them if you want, you already know they won't come."

He stood there, tall and straight, for another moment, just watching her, before relaxing into slumped shoulders and a lopsided grin. "It's not like you have any need to be scared of me, I don't go for illegal stuff." Not in terms of women anyway, drinking though... I like alcohol, but it's illegal. Oh well. She was probably going to point that out, it was pretty obvious he wasn't older than eighteen and she had seen him with a beer in hand. No one ever questioned him about it, but it's not like anyone ever cared, really.

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Other: Wow, these blitz posts, it's hard to lay things out in them, it just ends up seeming really random.

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