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 Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 3:19 pm
♥ • • Celeste xoxooxoxo
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Celeste stepped into the Inn resturant and looked around, only the slightest hint of worry pinching her eyes. Celeste really liked Freddy and Robert, and even Catrina, though she hadn't seen her more than once, but Neil was a whole other kettle of fish.
Celeste pulled off her dark blue coat to reveal a dark blue scoop neck tank on top of a dressy pair of white pants. It was one of Celeste's more grown up outfits, and even though it was just Neil, it was nice to dress up every once and a while. The cool weather however dictated the pants instead of her easier dresses.
Not seeing Neil, Celeste took a fortifying breath and moved to take a seat at one of the tables. She slipped one of her earbuds into her ear and turned on her music while she waited for Neil.
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 1:49 pm
  Unlike Celeste who had obviously made an effort to dress herself nicely and appropriately, Neil was wearing the same old outfit that he had wore for two (or three) days straight, never irons and simply messy! Oh, one could think ‘ah! But at least, he took a shower before his date!’ nope. Not even a shower. Still same old messy Neil. He wasn’t disgusting or filthy persay, but it was obvious that he hadn’t made an effort at all. When did he even? Not seeing him in his usual mess might have thrown whoever he was with off, which this time, was Celest! And he knew Celest, so why make an effort? When he stepped in the restaurant part of the inn, he spotted her right away. He walked toward her, full grin on his face and sat on the opposite side of the table she was sitting at. ”Ah! Good day to you, Celeste! Good day! How are you? Are you happy to have won me? I suppose that since Frederick got thrown in jail, you had to fill your Murrow’s quota with another Murrow! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!” Oh Neil~ Never ever waiting that the other person had their headphones off before stating to talk. Was anything ever different? ”So tell me! How have you been? Are you doing good? I life taking good care of you? Do you need an oil change? I heard that cyborg need oil change once in a while. Do you plan on killing the mayor sometime soon for sending Frederick away? What weapon will you use? Can you kill him with your bare hands? Maybe a steal pipe! Celest in the Loby with the Steal Pipe? That would make a fantastic headline!”
To contrast the mess that was Neil, another man had entered the inn at the same time, but this one was actually well dressed. A nice black suit and tie, very pale blue shirt under it as well as his hat. Oh, Kevin never went anywhere without his hat! Well, most of the time. He just liked that thing. Not enough people wore hats these days. To finish the suit, he also had a pair of very dark sunglasses.. Although, these weren’t for the look, as one could tell with the cane he had with him. He had even taken his special cane for that occasion! The black one! He In other words, Kevin looked ******** good. He sat himself down at the first empty table he could find and waited for Hans to come.
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 4:44 pm
It wasn't so bad, cooking separately like this. Alex had been the only person working in the kitchen for a long time, and he usually banished his sisters to their rooms when he cooked at home, so he had nearly forgotten what it was like to share a kitchen with someone. How hadn't it bothered him up until now? He was really starting to enjoy himself when Zhi came over. He glanced at her as he flipped the contents of the pan slightly. Yes, he may have been showing off, just a little. "Just stir-fry. Chicken and vegetables, nothing special," he shrugged. "What about you? Did you figure it out?" he glanced behind Zhi towards the oven. Had she decided to bake something instead? He didn't remember her grabbing a baking sheet or a pan... What in the world was she doing over there? He was starting to get nervous again.
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 5:40 pm
♥ • • Celeste xoxooxoxo
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Luckily for her, and possibly for Neil, but probably not for either, Celeste had only slipped one ear bud in, which meant she was able to turn off the music and before she missed too much of what Neil was saying. In fact she didn't miss any of it. But, keeping up with it... that was another matter entirely. Atleast he seemed happy to see her. A smile lifted her lips in greeting as she prepared to listened to Neil go on and on. Her smile only faltered the tinest bit at his mention of Freddy. The fact that his talkative nature reminded her so much of Freddy wasn't helping either. Celeste had been really upset to hear about Freddy. She had liked him afterall...
"I'm doing good, Neil how about you?" She asked polietly before continuing on... "Actually, I don't need an oil change, Neil. The fact that my cybernetic components are all housed within the living organism of skin means that I don't need an oil change." Okay, so she had decided to play along with the cyborg thing. Atleast that might keep this conversation firmly away from Freddy. Of course, there was no way she would play along with his next ridiculous topic. She knew better than to say anything about the Mayor that might be taken the wrong way and get her put in jail... or shot. "So... found any good stories lately?" Not a very subtle change of subject but would Neil notice? Did Neil even notice she was a female?
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 7:41 pm
Hans arrived, a few seconds later into the Inn. Adjusting his glasses Hans quickly spotted Kevin and smiled. Oh didnt he look handsome! Black suit, hat, sunglasses, and a nice pale blue shirt to go with the mans odd colored hair. It was nice and it made the German highly jealous, and internally drooling. Hans himself was wearing a nicely tailored all black suit. Upon reaching Kevin, Hans stood on the other side of the table ready to take the chair infront of him.
"Guten tag Kevin. I hope you didt nicht vait lange. Im sorry if you didt, you look vondervoll." Hans said with a light blush as he took a seat across from Kevin. Hans had to admit to himself that he felt nervous. It had been awhile since he had been on an actual date with another.. well anyone let alone a male that he was crushing on!
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2011 1:55 pm
Cyborg didn't needed oil change because their mechanic comportment were hiding under synthetic flesh? Why hadn't he heard of that before? Was his previous source lying to him? How could it be? How could he not have known that he didn't knew The Truth? Oh, today was a sad, sad day in the life of a Murrow! He would need to find out who had lied to him and punish them greatly! How course, he didn't remember who had told him that, nor did he had any sort of idea of what punishment would be the best, but that was alright. After all, Neil's brain didn't stayed focus on the same subject long enough for him to even bring his threat to accomplishment. "Well, I am happy to know that you are feeling well and that you do not need an oil change. I suppose this makes it all the better to not risk rusting either... unless your hair ar actually particles of rust, which would explain the colour, how does have rust in your hair change your behaviour? I have to admit, I know close to nothing to cybernetics. I know, it's a shame, really, but I am more interested into finding the hiding truth, hiding away in the hiding place of all stuff hidden! It is a full time job! Ah, thankfully, I am payed for doing exactly that! Ah! What a luck I have! That I am paid to do the one thing that needs to be done! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!" Who would have taught that a girl like Celest was interesting in his line of work? It was s nice of her. Few people actually asked him question on his job!... Had she even asked about his job? Oh, Neil didn't care. He was too busy being in his own thoughts to notice silly things like that. "Ah, it's a shame that I have to amit that I don't know any good stories! It seems like the island has been relatively calm lately. I mean, there's still the usual murder, thief, drug dealing pornography ring, but that's been done already! Nothign new to shake thigns up a little, like an alien invasions. I spy the sky every night, waiting for them to come and do their evil deeds to expose them to the world, but alas, nothing conclusive has yet to happen, or at least, be noticed be me. Ah! Can you imagine that! Me! Niel. G. Murow! I can't discover the truthful truth! Then who could? Do you think you could, Celest? Have you ever seen any aliens? Perhaps, you were build by them... but wouldn't that mean that the mayor would be an alien? Ohh... that would explain so much..." It actually really would....
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Ah! He knew that voice! And that accent. It was Hansel. Sure, Kevin wasn't as pathetic as some blind people, but it as still close to impossible to know who was walking next to him when they weren't talking. It was the one bad side of being blind. "Ah... Hello Hansel I wish I could say the same to you, but from what I'm seeing, you could be naked and it wouldn't make a difference." The man joked. Yes, blind people joke wee his favourite kind. Would he had been black, they would have been racist jokes on black people. Make fun of yourself before making fun of others. "Do not worry, I've just arrived. How are you? .... You sound nervous. Is something wrong?" Of course, if he could have seen Hansel, he woul have known that he was blushing and was simply stressed over the date, but, that was something he couldn't do. He hoped that Hansel wasn't in some sort of trouble. That would just ruin the date.
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2011 6:11 pm
"Nein.. vell nozting ist vrong. Im just nervous.. ist been einvhile since ive been on an acktual date." Hans said with an embaressed smile. "I feel like ein school boy." Hans admitted before he picked up the small menu the Inn had. "Do you know vhat you cant to eat? Or schould i read to you vat ist on die menu?" Hans said as he spotted something he wanted. Oh and with a nice cold glass of beer. Ah yes that dish would remind him of the Motherland~ Germany~
After an NPC waitress/waiter came along Hans let Kevin put his order in first before the German followed suit. The drinks were brought first and soon enough their food was brought to them as well. "Ist gut ja? How ist vhat you ordered?" Hans asked gently after taking a drink of beer. "How have ztings been goingt Kevin?" Hans added inquiring about the everyday mindless dribble that most people were compelled to share in order to become friends or take the person home and sleep with them. Though unlike most Hans enjoyed these mundane conversations, sometimes it was just nice to talk with someone.
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Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2011 7:41 pm
"Ah, do not worry. I order a lot from here. I know the menue by heart. I can cook even if I'm blind, but... Let's say I get burned a lot, so I like to order food...a lot. I'd say half my anual income goes through deliveries!" The blind man explained to Hansel. Oh, of course, he wouldn't tell him how evrery time he ordered, he made sure to ask for the same delivery boy and would open the door naked, for no other reason than to traumatize the boy. What? Blind Lawyers had to find a way to entertain themselves too! In the end. Unfortunalty, if would seem like the same boy was not a server there, which meant that Kevin couldn't torture him more by making a complete weird a** order. Instead, he had just taken "Chicken Almond. Simple and always good. Want a bite?" There was one thing, after sleeping with someone, you could share almost everything! Except toothbrush. That was just gross.
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Posted: Fri Apr 15, 2011 4:20 pm
♥ • • Celeste xoxooxoxo
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Celeste couldn't help it. Even though Neil reminded her of Freddy, and those thought's brought her spirits down, the truth was, Neil's enthusiasm and love of truth or whatever was contagious and Celeste couldn't be in a bad mood when he himself seemed so... happy. She gave him a 'seriously?' look when he mentioned her hair being rust particles... how would that even hold together? Then laughed at how much he loved his job over know cybernetics. Not that she knew anything about cybernetics... but he thought she did, since she...erm... was a cyborg. Snort. "It's not rust, Neil. It's real human hair that just happens to be an awesome shade of orange that most people can't have. I know you won't believe me, but I don't even dye it. Hair this color can't be bought... or uh... rusted for that matter." She said with a grin.
Relatively calm did he say? With porno rings, and murder? Yeesh. In her little town back home that was front page news. It happened but obviously not as often as it happened here... or maybe as often as Neil thought it happened. The guy thoughts she was a cyborg after all.
And then he was talking about watching the sky for aliens. She felt a momentary pain at that but doubted Neil would catch the slight waver in her smile, or the fact that it no longer reached her eyes. "Ha! I'm definitely not cut out for the truthful truth I'm afraid." She said with mock dismay. "And I'm sorry I can't help you with the alien quest either. Me and Fre-" She cleared her throat and tried again. "Me and Freddy were looking for them a few months ago and never saw a one. And I doubt the Mayor would be one." He's too stupid. But she wouldn't dare say that outloud. Instead she just laughed. "I'm sorry there are not better stories for you Neil. Maybe you just aren't looking in the right places?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 16, 2011 2:42 am
Well, whatever number it was, it was still a number that shouldn't exist! It just made work so dull~ If it wasn't for her drive to give River some tasty food, she doubted she would have been still standing there! “Yes, I did.” She replied as she kept her eyes on the contents of the pan, wondering if maybe she could sneak a little piece without burning her fingers~? ..Probably not, but a girl could hope! “..How long does it normally take water to boil?” She asked after a second thought, stealing her eyes back up to him expectantly. As much as her love for River helped her bare through with it, knowing how long she would be there would probably help even more!
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Sat Apr 16, 2011 8:08 pm
Neil threw her a suspicious look. Not rust? Really? She was expecting him to believe her without any kind of proof that they were only really normal, boring, ordinary, without any form of secret whatsoever, hair? Really? She was expecting him, Neil G. Murrow, to believe her? Well, why not. Oh my…. Was Neil really going to let it go that easily? Well, sure! Why not? Celeste had no reason to lie to him. After all, if she had already admitted to being a cyborg, why would she lie about her hair not being rusty? Celeste was one of the five persons on the island he could trust without any kind of doubts. The other four? Well, of course, they were Robert and Catrina. They were Murrows after all, Murrows couldn’t lie. It was the same with Romane. He knew that the officer was unable to lie. It just wasn’t in her style. The last person he could trust without any trouble? Gaston; he was too stupid to be able to lie.
”Ah! I see! Regular hair, you say… INTERESTING! Ah! The truth comes out, at last! But.. you say they are hard to come by? Why is that? Where do you buy them? Do you have plant with redhaired slaved where you’ll harvest those hair? Is it here? Under the island? How much are the hair sold by the pound? Or maybe it’s at the unit? It must be hard to count every single hair one by one… then again, you are a cyborg, maybe you can do that without any kind of trouble… do you have trouble contain hair, Celeste?”
Legitimate questions that all needed to be answered as fast as possible! The public could not live another day without knowing the answers to them! What if they wanted to buy new red-colored hair? Someone had to stand up for them! Wait a minute…. Now that he tought of it…. There were two mechanical being on the island that he was aware of… Celeste, and Elliot Park… AND BOTH WERE REDHAIRED! That couldn’t be a coincidence. It was simple, Robots could only have redhair! Did that mean that… every redhair was automatically a robot? Then…Romane? Mmmm…. That WOULD explain a lot of things…. He would need to investigate that! … Later.
”Ah? No the right places, you say? Interesting… then where do you suggesss I look? Surely you know where! Under the table, perhaps?” He quickly went down the table, to see if there was anything intereting there! Nope, nothing. Only Celeste’s legs… Pretty legs, but not interesting enough for him. He sat himself back on his chair. ”Or maybe… THE KITCHEN?” Of course, he ran to the kitchen! He looked around and saw nothing interesting. Some Chinese people, a blue haired cooked, nothing out of the ordinary. He ran back to sat himself once again. ”You are right! Everywhere I look, there’s nothing! I must be losing my mojo! Oh, what am I going to do? If a Murow cannot find the truth, then he is not a Murrow anymore! I am shame on my family! They should shoot me out like a traitor right now.”
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Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2011 12:56 pm
Alex set the pan down before turning off the burner. It was a little weird to cook with her staring at him, but it wasn't bad. It made him think of his first cooking lesson. But he wouldn't let himself get nostalgic. It was still Zhi watching him. He shouldn't let himself lower his guard. Because, afterall, she wasn't sure how an oven worked!
That should have been a warning sign. But when Zhi asked how long it would take, Alex didn't think much of it. "Water? Depends on how high you turn up the burner. Not too long," he replied casually. Was she going to try to multitask? That was ambitious of her. "How's your baking going?" He brushed past her to peer into the oven... and his heart stopped. There was a pot. In the oven. It was a hard thing to wrap his head around. Why would anyone put a pot in the oven? "Zhi?" he looked at Zhi weakly. "...What the hell is this?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2011 4:26 pm
"Ah ztat ist ein shame." Hans said gently. "If you ever are vanting you can come to mein house for ein meal. I dont mind cookingt for ozters at all." Hans added gently.
"Ah." Hans said his eyes widening slightly as he was slightly thrown off by the offering of food. It really meant something to him when others shared food, and vice versa. So he couldnt turn it down. It was just a taste and they had shared more than germs during that nice romp with the twins. "Ja. I vould." Hans said cheerfully and with a smile. He took just a small bite of Kevins meal whatever the blind man was offering him on a fork. "Ztat tastes pretty gut." Hans admitted after trying what Kevin had, he'd have to get that next time.
"You vant ein taste of mein vurst? Ach taste eet vith die sauerkraut ist die only vay to truly enjoy ist." Hans said as he put a little bit of wurst and sauerkraut on then end of his fork. He held it out for Kevin right near his lips so he wouldnt have to lean forward far.
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Posted: Tue Apr 19, 2011 12:34 am
Then, it came to her~! A burner must mean the little knob she had to twist to get the heat up higher for the oven! Ah, that made so much sense! Stupid Alex for not calling a knob a knob! She shook her head at the man and looked back to the pan that he had set down. Was it done? She considered taking a small bite, but it looked way too hot for her to try it yet.
Before her common sense would lose to temptation, Alex spoke up again in an oddly defeated tone. She gave him an arched eyebrow in question of what he was upset over now, taking the two strides it took to get behind him and then kneeling to look inside the same oven he was holding open. “..A pot?” She answered with a look to him – honestly, hadn't he ever boiled water before? “..I'm making rice, Alex, I kind of need boiled water.” She pointed out dryly as she went to craning her head to try and get a glance inside the pot, wanting to check if the water was bubbling yet or not.
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Tue Apr 19, 2011 3:03 pm
"No, it's alright, I do not want to taste your food." The blind man said to Kevin before taking another bite of his own. He stayed like that for a good ten seconds before realizing what he had just said. He then raised his hands in front of his face in a defencive manner. "Oh! Oh.. I'm sorry! That sounded so mean! I didn't want too. I just don't like Sauerkraut. IT... Yeah. I don't like it. A blind man's senses are always more developed and it just taste too strong for me." He explained to Hans. That wasn't true. He just plainly hated the taste, strong sense of not. He had always wonder how anyone could eat that weird milky sour cabbage thingy. It was made with sour milk! Just that should have been enough to turn anyone away from it in his opinion. He did, however, gave Hansel an apologetic smile. "No hard feelings on the cabbage, I hope?"
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