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 Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2016 11:54 am
After the note had arrived he'd had to look up the address and a route to get there. Also he'd gone and looked up the few words he didn't know, so he could understand the note in it's entirety. It wasn't anything abnormal for him as h was constantly doing it for homework and school work as well. It was a bit time consuming but it wasn't all that bad, and he figured it was necessary to know the entire contents of the note - and it was. It was helpful so he knew the two figures he was looking for in the cafe he was to meet them in. He knew, from experience, that you couldn't tell that a powered person and a civilian were one in the same unless they let you know somehow, such as seeing them power up or down.
He would go but had no way of letting them know so hoped they wouldn't take his silence for a lack of manners, or him declining the meeting. He knew he should have spent the time home studying, or something else, but the break would be nice. He had been busy with so many things and burning both ends of the candle, he'd heard the school appointed help use the term once when referring to him and his habits.
He had school, work, he was just starting hopkido lessons as a martial arts studio, homework was not easy as he put a translator to work just to get it all done right. There was also patrols and the usual household chores not to mention the time he spent at the gym, which at this point he knew was a necessary thing given his new position in life.
Running his fingers through the fall of blond dyed hair he pushed open the cafe door, ignoring the jingle that sounded from above his head. His dark eyes were already looking around for the couple he was to be meeting. Deft fingers slowly unbuttoned and unzipped the black bubble coat he wore. Under it were tight black skinny jeans and a black shirt that was more fit for a club, at least here, than it was for walking about in casually as he was doing. He should have put a hat on when he'd left, something to keep the metal earrings he wore from getting too cold as his ears were feeling...or well not feeling...that was the problem - they were numb from the cold.
Finally though he spied the two and headed their way, hoping they would figure who he was and not that he was some very odd stranger.
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2016 3:55 pm
The couple Seung spied were sitting in the corner of the cafe, at a table meant for four people. Paris had a caramel latte in her hand, guzzling it down while she texted her mother-in-law for the tenth time to make sure the twins were alright. She could have brought them, but she thought it best to get to know Venice without the distraction of two fussy babies.
In Paris, Seung would see an impeccably dressed young woman, her slender body clothed in a mid-thigh length white pencil dress printed all over with blue roses. She wore a fitted navy cardigan over top, cinched at the waist with a thin black belt. A pair of nude pumps covered her feet. On the back of her chair was hung a stylish black trench coat her mother-in-law had bought her at Harrods. She didn't wear much jewelry, but what she had on was obviously expensive, from the diamond earrings that framed her face to the extravagant engagement ring and wedding band that adorned her left hand.
Her blonde hair hung down to her shoulder blades, twisted into perfect curls. There was not a single strand out of place. Her makeup was neither heavy nor light—not quite “natural,” but not overly done either. Her eyes were lightly lined, her lashes were darkened and lengthened with mascara, and her lips were coated a delicate pink. Her nails were freshly painted to match. Every inch of her look was carefully crafted and maintained. She was noticeably young, but appeared sophisticated, and she gave off the air of someone who spent her days drinking martinis while taking over the world with other posh young women.
She did no such thing, but her image was carefully constructed to hide the insecurities she'd carried around since childhood. She put herself out there as a paragon of cliched femininity because she wanted people to see her that way rather than as someone lost and confused and struggling to determine who she was.
Paris glanced up from her phone when she noticed someone approaching their table. Her pretty pink lips curved into a welcoming smile.
“Hi,” she greeted the stranger. She didn't know his civilian name yet, so she asked, “Are you Venice? I'm Paris. It's so nice to meet you!”
She stood from her chair to extend her hand toward him.
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2016 7:03 pm
Chris sat across the table from Paris, a cup of black coffee half drunk in front of him as he scanned over news articles on his phone. Like Paris, he was well dressed. Even without her picking out an outfit to match hers, he preferred business casual.
He wore jeans today, but they were dark and straight legged. A white and blue gingham button down shirt was paired with a navy cardigan. His dark auburn hair had grown back out to the shaggy length that he liked best, and was neatly parted on the side.
His jewelry was limited to a watch Paris bought him for Christmas, his wedding band on one hand, and a particular signet ring on the other. He looked up a second after Paris stood, quickly standing to greet the young man with a smile.
“Chris,” he introduced as he offered his hand to the other after Paris. “Nice to meet you. Have you been in the city long?”
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2016 7:16 pm
While they looked very nice, almost too nice in his opinion, he stood in contract with his dyed hair half shaved head with the hair another color, multiple piercings in both ears. The eye liner to his inner upper and inner lower eye lids and the clothing he wore under his coat as well. It wasn't just the skinny jeans but the combination of black mesh long sleeve shirt and the black sleeveless zipped up top he wore over it with the cowl neck that had two buckles on it. Oh yes, he stood out and he certainly knew it when looking them both over.
Hand shaking was normal and he did shake both hands as they introduced themselves. It was only after he bowed once, turning from one to the other, that he did introduce himself. "Yes, I am Venice. I am also Kim Seung." The accent was heavy, as it would remain. He didn't actually want to lose his accent, though he did need and want to learn English. It was a work in progress, he was getting better and he knew it, he saw progress all the time. New words learned and words remembered. It was a matter of time and effort, lots of work on his part.
Removing his coat he let it hang from the back of his chair as he glanced about wondering if he had to go order or if a waitress would come to take an order. Dark eyes, confused and wondering, glanced about for some answer before he decided to seat himself. "You would say Seung Kim. No...I moved here in September." He answered while looking up at the taller male, much taller than his own five foot six, he'd had to look up his height in western terms as it had been an assignment from his school helper. That was after his mall trip where he'd had to have someone help him, as well as their phone, in finding his waist size.
"It is nice to meet you both as well."
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