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 Posted: Sat Apr 27, 2013 8:16 pm
He grinned. "Y'don't mind holdin' hands, right? It's easier than tryin' to tell you what's in front of you," he said as he headed for her, his hand reaching for hers. "Or y'can hold onto my arm, if that's easier," he said, frowning as he tried to figure out which would be better. His hand was large and calloused, with cool metal rings on practically every finger.
"But, y'know, if it makes y'feel awkward we can figure somethin' else out."
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Posted: Sat Apr 27, 2013 8:20 pm
She tucked her hand into his (she hoped that was his hand, anyways), feeling out the nearby body heat to at least figure out where he was. Vaguely. Kind of. "I'm alright with holding hands. Who doesn't want to hold hands with a cute girl?"
And then a long awkward laugh.
Then a quiet 'I am cute, right? Oh man, am I not cute? I'm not qualified to make that joke.....'
Still, she couldn't help but feel up his hand in fascination. "You do something with your fingers a lot, don't you?" Angeline asked.
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Posted: Sat Apr 27, 2013 8:29 pm
He choked on a laugh. "Sure--actually, hell, I dunno if 'cute' suits you... but you're seriously--" hot was stopped before he said it. "Pretty," he decided. "You're real pretty. And yeah, I'm a guitarist," he said. "That means I got a ton of callouses from all those years playing. That's alright, right?"
She was making him a little nervous, which was a surprise to him. He didn't hate it, he thought. He, of all people, could understand using other senses more than eyes. But he was still a bit... thrown off. He'd get over it, he decided.
"I mean, music runs in the family. Terra's scythe is a violin, mine's a guitar. So I guess, basically, I've been playin' guitar since I was about six--"
He was rambling, but they were heading out the door, so that was okay, right?
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Posted: Sat Apr 27, 2013 8:36 pm
Color flooded her face. She was pretty. Her genetics hadn't failed her just because she wasn't looking. Which basically meant that at least, to some hand, the only self-image issues she could have possible held had been sated...for now.
"Um..thanks..." her voice got quieter and the nervous fidgeting resumed with the zipper. "And it's okay. Nothing wrong with a little rough skin. Just...don't feel it often." Angeline spoke up a little bit after her moment of I just got super-complimented fldakfh;asfdl, just to keep from continuing to go down in decibels.
And that was probably why she kept rubbing her thumb across his palm in fascination.
"She was asking me if I could sing when I first met her, actually. Music doesn't run in my family, really. I don't think there's much that actually does...so it's cool you have something like that you all have in common."
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Posted: Sat Apr 27, 2013 8:57 pm
"Well, in some ways yeah, in some ways no," he said, absently mentioning how many stairs they were about to go down. "See, my Pop's weapon is a saxophone, so I ain't exactly sure how it happened, but now, whenever I hear him play I fall asleep. I figure--and this is just a theory," he told her as they started down the path that led to the campus exit, "that when I was real little he used t'play for me when I wouldn't go t'sleep. So now it seriously pisses him off cuz every time he tries to join the group, I conk out."
He sounded both amused and irritated by this fact.
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Posted: Sat Apr 27, 2013 9:10 pm
Angeline couldn't help but laugh a little bit. "I think there are worse things to have happen, though. Saxophones have a really relaxing sounding tone to them too. Strong, but very..." for a moment she couldn't find the word, so instead Angeline took a step ahead of Roch and did a very dramatic 'Swoosh'y motion while still holding onto his hand.
"There's something very connected about the sound of it, I guess. It flows really well. Kind of reminds me of water in a way..." with a tilt of her head, she looked towards him. "Is that strange?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 27, 2013 9:14 pm
"Nope, you got it in one," he said. "It's a real comfortable sound. I once made him record it on my phone for those nights I couldn't sleep," he admitted. "I'd let you listen, but, y'know, then I'd fall asleep on the path and we'd never get t'the joint in time."
This--this wasn't bad, he decided, strolling along hand in hand with her. He'd thought about taking the bike, but he'd decided it was nice enough outside not to, besides, even the guys that COULD see didn't entirely trust him to drive the first time he offered.
"So what about you? How's school life been treatin' you?" he asked.
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Posted: Sat Apr 27, 2013 9:20 pm
"And I wouldn't know what to do, unfortunately, if you just conked out on me." she smiled. "Time is my skill set, so that part I'd figure something out with...maybe." Maybe not, actually, on a second thought.
She wasn't a time traveler, unfortunately.
"Not unless you wanted to go to one you've already been to, but somehow I feel like that wouldn't quite be the same as a new experience." Not that she wouldn't find it new, it just wouldn't be new for him, which would have been a shame.
"Mmm, it's been... pretty safe so far. So I think things are going well. Haven't run into any..uhh..." she seemed to go paler. "Well, I've been warned enough about things and haven't needed to use any of the advice given so far at least."
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Posted: Sun Apr 28, 2013 10:38 am
"Time?" he asked, a bit blankly. "How does it work? I mean, you're not a grim reaper, I picked up on that--and honestly, grims and valks are the ones I know best. I haven't really run into any other types," he admitted. "Well, except you," he added. The town loomed ahead of them by this point, glowing faintly. He wondered if she got a bit nervous around crowds, like Needle had been... Well, at least he had her hand. And he was GOOD at navigating crowds. demon_pachabel Quick tag before running off for a bit!
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Posted: Sun Apr 28, 2013 12:53 pm
Angeline smiled - yet there was a hint of deviousness in her tone. "Have you ever heard of people saying that their lives 'Flashed before their eyes' when they had a near death experience?" she asked. "Basically, I can use my scythe to crack open a field of sorts and walk through your memories. Only the ones the person I'm with will let me, though. I'm not strong enough to force my way through them."
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Posted: Sun Apr 28, 2013 2:36 pm
"So... sort of like dream walking, but when you're awake?" Roch said after thinking about it for a moment. "Can y'see in those... memories?" he asked her curiously. "Like if I were t'take y'to one of my favorite concerts, would you see everything I see?" They had reached the town by now and there were the sounds of people all around them. Roch unconsciously tugged her closer so he could keep her from tripping or bumping into someone or something else.
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Posted: Sun Apr 28, 2013 4:18 pm
Angeline shrugged. "I've never dream walked, so I don't know if the comparison stands. But I've been told it looks very surreal by my mother." His next question caused her to frown. "I wouldn't. I'd hear and feel and smell everything you remembered, but I can't use it to fix a broken sense."
She couldn't help but further gravitate closer to his side when he tugged her closer, squeezing his hand tightly, looking towards several sources of chatter before leaning into him nervously.
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Posted: Sun Apr 28, 2013 4:56 pm
"Relax, Angeline," he said, grinning slightly. "I grew up on city streets--nothin's gonna happen. And we're almost there--y'hear the music?" he asked her. The sounds of a guitar came over the crowd and he tugged her towards it. "It's a reaper band," he said. "I'm pretty sure they know my geezers, so if they ask about either an Austin or a Vegas, it's just my pops and gramps," he explained as they reached the outside courtyard. There were tables set on the concrete in front of the store, and a band playing to the right of the tables. "This way--can I call you Angel?" he asked. "Or Angie? What's your nickname?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 28, 2013 5:22 pm
"I...grew up inside a shelter, so definitely not on the streets.." she replied awkwardly, but attempted to smile with something resembling relief. Angeline tilted her head slightly towards the noise in the same way a bird would to be able to see - albeit she was working for her ears with the motion.
"Hm. Famous family? Could be worse. I imagine there would be something kind of nice about having at least some circle you're known in like that." she mused with a light shrug, cautiously walking along side of him with an uncertain gait which tested the ground and seemed more concerned about accidentally finding something with her toes than making good pace.
"You..can call me either of those? I think they're both fine." she nodded. "I'm not a name-purist if that's what you're asking." she added with a small laugh.
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Posted: Sun Apr 28, 2013 5:31 pm
"Alright, Angel," Roch said as he led her to one of the tables away from the street. "Here we go," he added, pulling out one of the chairs and helping her find it so she could sit down. "Well, they ain't famous--anymore," he said. "Mostly I figure they just know everyone cuz of Gramp's casino--and Pop, well, he's the type to find other musicians, I guess."
He sat down, picking up the paper that listed the food available. "They've got--" he started out, listing the food for her to pick from.
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