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 Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2011 12:35 pm
He'd been less graceful coming out of the handstand, tumbling to his feet and fighting with the hem of his shirt as he straightened. Not the best clothing for acrobatics, he took a moment to tuck it in to his waist band, watching her as he did with a bright flash of a grin. This was, apparently, her idea of a good time. Good. His too.
"Uh. They can be, if you don't know someone who'll do it on you cheap, right?" He cleared his throat, swiping down his pants and most decisively not sinking into a split. She was right; something he couldn't do. Or didn't want to, at the very least. For the moment, he just swiped at a bare arm, over the stars...
"But if you know people, they'll do 'em right up for you. Or students, uhm, I mean, apprentices." He offered her both of his hands to help her up. Not that she probably needed it, but..."They can't work unsupervised or something, there are rules, but they're usually pretty good anyway..."
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Posted: Thu Jul 07, 2011 8:47 am
Stretching her often neglected acrobatics skills, competing even if it was only in an attempt to impress, that WAS definately her idea of a good time. It was however unfortunate that they weren't in a playground, dangling was one of her better talents.
She took the hands that were offered, using them to help pop back up to her feet, rolling one ankle after the other for a moment of stretching.
Students huh? Her fingers tapped her cheek thoughtfully for a moment trying to imagine what she would get if she got something. It was tough to choose actually. She'd want something cool.. something bold!
Her eyes ran up and down the tattoos on him that she could see peeking out from the clothing. "What is coolest one you have?"
"Dragon maybe... or tiger?"
Little did she know that getting one of her own would be quite the task. Being 16 she'd need parental okays. And considering her parents were in Brazil... it seemed Aitana would be stuck with temporary ones for awhile atleast. Unless she found someone willing to overlook her lack of drivers license.
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Posted: Sat Jul 09, 2011 9:33 pm
" 'Coolest' is, um, a matter of opinion, but..." He hesitated, drawing his hand back and considering for a moment, fingers tousling his hair up into a spikey mess and his eyebrows pulled together as he tried to decide. Then, with a nod, he tugged up the hem of his shirt, twisting a little to show her the rather sly, crooked eyes of the fox down his side.
"Girls usually like this one." Warwick's expression was guileless, rather obvious he didn't mean it to be insulting -- so hopefully she wouldn't take it the wrong way. No hinting to his tone, no flirting, just showing off the tattoo.
"The artist did a really nice job, so I can get that. I think my favorite, though..." He had to haul his shirt up higher, twisting to show the arched wildcat on the back of one shoulder. Stylized and sharp-edged, it might take a moment for her eyes to pick out the name 'Reese', letters making up the creature's shape. "'s the oldest, too."
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Posted: Thu Jul 14, 2011 12:09 pm
She leaned in, peering curiously at the images he offered. She admired the large fox for a long moment, nodding a little when he mentioned girls liking it. She could kind of understand. Granted all of the tattoos gave the guy a bit of mystery.. a bit of danger. But fierce animals.. or this one.. sly and cool seemed to exude the same thing from the man it was etched onto in ink.
As he showed off the one on his back, she admired the strange and sharp edges for awhile before asking curiously. "How long ago was this?" How long did it take someone to amass as many as he had?
She shifted a little from foot to foot, fingers beginning to drum against her leg. Now that her legs had recovered she was eager to get moving again.
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Posted: Thu Jul 14, 2011 6:11 pm
"Well. Uh. I was fifteen, but..." He made a little face, letting his shirt fall back into place and shrugging down at her. It only took him a moment to put everything away, zipping his bag back up -- not exactly planning to leave, but making sure he wouldn't lose anything.
"But you shouldn't get any ideas, right? I mean, I did it with my brother, he got one that matched. It was a big deal, and...." He really couldn't come up with a reason why she shouldn't go for it, actually. The whole underaged thing seemed stupid, to him, who'd left his parents home when he was still technically a kid.
"And, I dunno. Just make sure they use sterile needles. Destiny City Ink's pretty good."
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Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2011 1:18 pm
Well he hadn't answered her question exactly. But the stream of information had none the less satistfied some of her other curiousities and she nodded a little. She had no plans to run straight out to the tattoo parlor, but now if she got the itch atleast she had some good advice on it!
"Maybe one day" She stated simply, thoughtfully. Aitana would have to think of the best possible thing she could get. Unless someday she did it on a whim, but for now she would just think.
Shifting a little, her eyes turned back towards the building he'd been climbing for a moment before turning back to him. It wasn't that the other guy wasn't interesting, certainly he was! But the adreniline of watching him and then playing around was beginning to fade, and she kinda wanted to see him do more things.
"Were you not going some place? You live or work around here?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2011 8:40 pm
"Oh, no, I mean. I work wherever, but mostly at the park." He turned to gesture, vaguely, in that direction -- a loose twist of his hand, but at least he knew which way the park was. In the city, he had a more than decent sense of direction, nevermind that he'd only lived here a few months and was still figuring out a lot.
"Just going home, I guess. No rush." That came with a smile, flashed down at her, shifting in place as he tried to decide if he was being dismissed or not. Not the vibe he was getting, so he didn't worry about it too much.
"No rush if I were going to work either, since, um, I sort of set my own hours. You want to walk somewhere?"
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Posted: Fri Jul 29, 2011 2:50 pm
"We can walk yes" She agreed with a quick nod, stepping forward to set the lazy pace. She didn't really have anywhere to go, it was just a dislike of being still. "I am just exploring mostly. Always is nice to see something new."
But once her feet were moving again she found herself intrigued by his words. A job that he could work anywhere? And he got to set his own hours and work only when he wanted? What was this magical job? Could she get one like it once she was out of school? It was a tempting thought considering the conitation of 'job' was rarely good. "What do you do? To work anywhere and anytime?"
The usual jobs like drug dealer or hooker did not pop to her mind right off the top of her head.
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Posted: Fri Jul 29, 2011 9:01 pm
A good thing, too: if she'd asked him that, Warwick might well have exploded from the embarrassment of it, the awkwardness. He definitely didn't deal drugs, even if he didn't mind indulging now and then, and hooker was so far out of left field --
"Uh. Well, sometimes I have a schedule, because I work festivals and things when they're happening, but mostly I just perform at the park." He adjusted the straps of his bag as he fell into step beside her, head cocked. Wherever she wanted to go, he could follow; as far as he was concerned, he was walking the girl home.
"Right now it's mostly the juggling, except I have this piecemeal platform I carry around with me, and I can put it together as part of the act..." He shrugged, offering her a bright flash of a smile. "Usually near the northeast corner, if you want to come see?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2011 8:40 pm
Festivals!? Perform!? Deep in the reaches of her mind there were strings of nostalgia being tugged and played as he spoke. The memories of her past life were vague, perhaps thankfully so because parts of them had been hell having been corrupted to a creature that fought for chaos. But there were beautiful memories too. Beautiful circus memories of a young acrobat.
If Aitana were more a thinker she probably would have equated her hobbies and atheletism now as trying to grasp back at a life that was once hers.. a good thousand years ago.
It would have been obvious how excited the information had made her, her eyes bright, mouth in a gaping grin. "That sounds like best job ever!! I will definately come see sometime. Definately!"
Her hands feigned the motions of juggling, atleast.. the way it might look to a onlooker, the technique was probably in fact quite difficult. "I have never juggled more than two things" Which.. wasn't really juggling, duh. "How many things you juggle at once?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2011 1:28 pm
"Oh, uh, I usually just do three or four, but it's not about how many." He grinned at the shape of her hands, thumbs hooked into the straps of his backpack and his head cocked to the side. She was adorable, her enthusiasm feeding his own, her bright eyes definitely leaving him more inclined to stick around a bit longer.
"It's about how. And, you know, what." He tugged one hand free to roll it in a vague gesture, digging for better words. "I mean, if you're juggling three torches that are on fire, that can impress a crowd much more than four hacky sacks, right?"
Just a bit of a bounce in his step, he twisted around to walk in front of her so he could watch that expression better, moving backwards. "Or if you do outside juggling as opposed to inside. Or if you do it on top of someone's shoulders..."
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2011 10:41 pm
He would find himself likely not displeased with her level of enthusiasm. She looked like a child on christmas morning as he spoke of flaming torches. So dangerous, so cool!! Maybe knives too! And iguanas!
She did not know what inside or outside meant but up on top of someone's shoulders sounded pretty neat too! Obviously it made it harder to balance and step forward to retrieve a mistake if you messed up. If nothing else it certainly would look impressive up so high. "You can do many amazing things Warwick!" She gushed geniunely.
"Do you think you will be at the park for this weekend?" Maybe she could even lure Coralie or Kat out to see him too. She bet that the little pink haired princess would be just as excited about the feats of amazing.
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Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2011 6:41 am
"Yeah, probably -- when there are people there, mostly." He hiked the bag up on his shoulders a little, flushing a bit at the praise -- and looking somewhere between pleased and uncomfortable about it. Her enthusiasm was, perhaps, a bit more than he'd been expecting, but, well. Warwick was a performer. He never said 'no' to a little attention.
"You should definitely come by, if you get some time. Um." For a moment, he floundered, digging in an attempt to figure out when he might be there. "A little later in the afternoon, maybe, after the sun's kicked down out of the sky, so it's not too hot?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 12:04 pm
"I will try to get my friend Coralie to come spend the day playing in park then. And we will look for you when it is later." She nodded in agreement to his vague suggestion of time.
The idea was swirling through her head pretty hard already, trying to sort out things they could do during the day and then the special surprise later! She was chomping at the bit in fact, suddenly glancing over her shoulder.
"I think I will go bother Coralie now actually. She gets busy sometimes, so better to make plans early." She nodded sagely, even though.. planning wasn't really in her forte most of the time.
"It was fun to meet you Warwick. I will see you soon some time and maybe have more things to show you too!"
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 6:50 am
Ah. Well. That sounded like a goodbye. He drew to a halt as he recognized the cue, grinning down at her and sweeping forward into a quick, crooked bow: not the suave, gentlemanly bow that a Prince might have given her, but the hopping, jerky one of a clown, one foot extended awkwardly and the bag bouncing on his shoulder. Warwick was much better at this role than the other. 'Suave' wasn't really in his repertoire.
"In that case, we're going the wrong way for me to get home, so I'll head back the other way." He straightened, and was already moving back a few steps, one hand raised in a wave.
"Come by and I'll try to juggle a lot of things for you." A grin, and then he retreated back toward Able-May's and home.
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