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 Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2007 9:11 am
Aemilia jostled the large, metal orb from arm to arm as she searched through the prop trailer, not wanting to lose it amongst the mess. It was heavy, despite her strange strength, and she was starting to wonder if she should just give up for the day. Maybe it was too strange an artifact to find amongst all these feather dusters, stools and foreign whatnot. Her brow furrowed before a racking cough fled up her throat. A cold? She'd had a cold once when she'd first gotten out, but it wasn't cold out now. Grete, not the one she had heard resided here, had told her that it didn't always have to be freezing out to get sick, but that seemed difficult to understand. If you could always get sick, wouldn't everyone be afraid to do anything? She'd never had a chance to have everything explained in full to her. C'est la vie, she'd have to learn on her own.
She knew there were cages that needed to be cleaned, and she shouldn't delay much longer rummaging about in the dust. Coughing once again when a feathery something fell off a shelf to erupt in a cloud of dust at her feet, Aemilia ran the back of her hand in front of her face before taking the metal ball beneath one arm and heading shakily towards the door. Dust - now that was an evil thing! Granted, she didn't know it's name. Stumbling out of the trailer, still coughing, she slammed the door behind her and stood on the steps with her back against the wood. Breathing in the cool evening air, she felt much better now that everything was fresh and not so... crowded.
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2007 9:50 am
Charlot examined his half-crumpled list, murky green eyes scanning the contents that hadn't been scrawled through in completion. A mop, a couple feather dusters, some old fabric (whatever the hell a 'drop cloth' was), and a few other random items that he'd have to search for beneath piles of untouched 'relic'.
"Tch-" With a sigh, he pushed his hat back on his head and glanced up as the storage room door flew open letting an eruption of dust and ... female out. An eyebrow arched upwards, cocking his head sideways as he grin toward the figure who'd appeared in a cloud of gray. "Oy, allo there!"
Charlot tucked his list into his coat pocket, stepping forward when it appeared she was a little out of it. "You all roight?"
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2007 7:21 pm
Her mix-matched eyes widened in surprise at the voice, and the accent that sounded quite a bit like her own - or atleast something similiar. Did the source come from her own world? It was likely she was wrong. She was wrong about so much in this new place. Letting her gaze fall to the figure who was, apprently, on his way into the trailer, she hesitated before allowing her own broad smile to cross her features. "'ullo!"
All right? She wasn't sure. What was that stuff that made her cough so hard? Was she sick, or was everything to be blamed on that powder? Fumbling mentally for an explanation, her brow furrowed before she blurted out an answer, "There's alot o'stuff in there." That was obvious, "Powder stuff. I think it made me sick." She raised an arm so that she could cough into her sleeve, which only caused another small dust cloud to blossom around her face.
Sneezing, she tightened her grip on the heavy orb just in case she were to drop it. It was likely it'd break the stairs, and that would be a predicament. "I don't know the word for it?" She looked at him helplessly, but a soft smile still tugging at her full lips, much resigned to the fact that there was much she didn't know yet. Dust was unheard of in white washed labs.
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Posted: Mon Oct 22, 2007 11:54 am
Well, the circus wasn't running out of attractive ladies... that was for sure. He hadn't seen this one around, though. She must be new or something? He tried to recall her face or a note of a new batch of workers and couldn't quite place it at the moment. With a inward shrug, he stepped aside to let her exit the doorway and stairs if she wished.
"Hnn, seems t'me y'be sufferin' from allergies or somethin'?" Charlot blinked at her 'powder' comment. Maybe old makeup or flash effects.. gunpowder that had gotten stored away and forgotten. "Could be anythin' really." He agreed. "Maybe y'mean just 'dust'." That usually covered every base when it came to old things stuffed away for a time.
He tugged his cap idly, glancing at her and then the load she was toting. It appeared to be giving her a bit of trouble and being the 'gentleman' he was, he offered his hands out.
"Oy, y'need a 'and with that?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 22, 2007 1:18 pm
Whether Aemilia was too fuzzy from all the dust or too confounded to take see, it was probably better that she didn't notice exactly how handsome Charlot was. She had never been put in that sort of situation, and her attempt to flirt might have been catastrophic. Perhaps it was for the best for the moment as she tried to decide whether or not she knew what allergies were.
Scrunching her nose up as her eyes rolled skywards, trying to remember the word, she decided she must've as she had a general remembrance of the word. Someone had said, 'damn my allergies'. As far as she knew, she didn't have any. But a new word certainly caught her attention, "Dust? Dust." Balancing the ball on one hip, she brushed off her chest before nodding, "Aye, must be dust." She had no idea how strange she sounded, trying to commit a word to memory. Though really, who wasn't strange in this place?
"A hand? Oh, uhm, I don't know if y'd be able to..." She gave him a lopsided smile before stepping down the stairs so that she was at ground level. There, she had to look up at him, but grinned impishly nevertheless. The metal globe was heavy - somewhere between seventy and a hundred pounds, even if she carried it like a breadbox - she couldn't place the exact weight. It was large enough to be awkward to carry, but not so large that she wouldn't be able to maneuver it in the ring. "Unless y' think y' can handle it." That was possibly the most challenging and flirtatious thing Amee had ever said, ladies and gentlemen. Let's give her a round of applause.
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Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2007 5:19 am
Charlot watched the woman contemplate everything he'd said, eyebrows raised as the thoughts quickly ticked across her pretty bi-colored eyes. Fascinating, he'd never seen someone with that sort of thing before. It gave her a mysterious and mystical air about her... He snapped back to the surface of his thoughts, refocusing on Aemilia as she spoke. It wouldn't do at all to be caught daydreaming when a woman was speaking to you, they tended to get quite pissy about that.
"Hnn?" Charlot regarded the metal sphere. At first gander it didn't look like much of anything, really. It was giving HER problems, but he was a man (as sexist as that was) and hell, he could carry anything. He was about to give her his most confident speech on why he thought it would be 'no problem a'tall' when the young woman before him flashed him a grin.
Was this little minx flirting with him?
Well, he'd respond in kind- couldn't leave the little lady hanging. Charlot flashed her a smile, offering his hands outwards as he leaned forward to almost confidentially murmur.
"Oi think oi c'n 'andle just about anythin' you c'n toss at me, luv."
wink
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Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2007 8:26 am
If there was one thing that Aemilia had long since learned about men in her time 'conscious', it was that they always figured themselves stronger than her. She didn't blame them. After all, at five foot three with musculature that was more like a dancer than a strongman, there was no obvious indication as to just how strong she really was. She had never attempted being flirty about it, and she wasn't all that aware that she was being flirty now.
She still didn't think he'd be able to handle the globe - nor anything else she could throw at him.
Arching her brows, she let her gaze travel over his form, taking it in briefly. Her eyes returned to his hands before glancing back up to his face once again, his confident smile dragging one of her own to the surface. "I honestly doubt that, I'm by no means ord'nary."
Nevertheless, she shifted the ball into his awaiting hands, watching him should she need to take it back or jump aside to avoid toes being squished. "Let me know if y'need m' help." The otherwise innocent expression was spoken with a bit of a sarcastic twist, just to let him know she hadn't expected him to and would be quite shocked if he were able to handle the orb without problems.
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Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2007 12:50 pm
Charlot found himself feeling a teeny bit violated, but hell that was a-okay in his book. His eyebrow twitched, noting the sarcasm and playfulness in her voice. Was this ball something more than it seemed or was she just ... continuing to flirt?
"Oi wouldn't dre-am of considerin y'anything but-" He replied with a flourish, gritting his teeth for whatever surprise this globe had to offer. As she slowly released it into his waiting hands, he began to adjust to the weight... and then realized it was a hell of a lot heavier than he'd anticipated.
Twenty pounds, it was not. More like, a one hundred plus... like carrying a tiny compact person. He gave a soft grunt, refusing to show anything more than a small struggle to get it into his arms and then.. triumph. Very uncomfortable.
"Well... obv'yahslee, Oi misjudged the power of the feminine grace before me." Charlot quipped dryly. He tilted his head, one eye squinted shut. "If y'wan me t'carry it, y'best move yer cheeky little arse to where y'be wantin it." 8D.... "B'fore oi drop it an lose all me chivalry points."
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Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2007 7:32 pm
Now she was actually surprised. He handled it very well, all things considered. Her eyes widened before she fixed him with an expression of interest, "So you're a strongman, also?" It was a somewhat hopeful inquiry - if still mildly flirtatious, but she honestly doubted such a thing. Other than the odd super-strong man (who were usually obvious by their extra poundage of muscle), she had not found another slim figure with such strength.
The soft grunt, however, alerted her to the fact that it was still quite heavy. Concern won over flirty sarcasm as she reached out a hand, ready to take it back from him. Lucky for her, she kept her mouth shut so that all his chivalry wasn't thrown out the window. Last thing she needed was for him to be insulted. Violated, maybe, but not offended.
"I'm quite the unpredictable lass, aye?" She laughed softly at his comment before starting off down the road. It was when she turned to thank him that she realised she didn't know his name yet. "I apprec'ate the help, mister...?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2007 10:30 am
All his casual bantering wasn't to say the metal orb wasn't heavy, bloody well the opposite- the thing weighed a ton and he was beginning to hear the screams of protest from the muscles across his forearms and fingers. He chanted to himself as they walked, 'just a bit further, you'... promising himself a good long smoke should he successfully tote the deadly orb to wherever the young lady wanted it.
Outwards, he was all smiles. Personally, an 'afters' once this was through sounded damn good. He just had to find one around here. Charlot's attention snapped back to the figure in front of him, reminding himself mentally to focus on his steps and NOT the 'unpredictable lass's' lovely behind. It just wouldn't do to have to explain himself to Dahli later on as to why he'd broken a toe and maybe a few other things.
'Y'see... oi was simply strolling along, carrying a rediculously heavy metal ball when BAM! There she was. What was oi s'pose t'do under them conditions?'
Nah, wouldn't fly quite straight would it?
Mister? Charlot arched an eyebrow, blowing a strand of his hair aside as he continued to amble on along the path. "Charlot, miss. An' you?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2007 10:59 am
She was quite aware of his struggles, whether he was outwardly expressing them or not. As she walked, she counted trailers to be sure she arrived at the right one. They had a good distance still to go and so she glanced over her shoulder with a furrowed brow, wondering if she should take the globe from him or let him suffer further. It certainly wouldn't do well to tire him out to the point that he never wanted to talk to her again. She liked him, he was fun and hadn't made fun of her not knowing what dust was. That was a good point for him, she hated attention being drawn to her limited vocabulary (well, so far as nouns and pronouns went).
As to where his eyes were stationed, she knew absolutely nothing. Nevertheless, she knew they had quite a distance still to go and so she stopped and turned. Offering her hands for the orb, she motioned to take it from him before reaching out gingerly to touch the ball. "I insist. Would hate to 'ave you fear approaching me 'ver 'gain, lest I give you something else to carry."
She hadn't forgotten to introduce herself, but was merely aiming to alleviate his tense muscles first and foremost. Once the offer was made, however, her eyes darted from the ball to his face as she replied, "Aemilia, but I don't mind Amee. My trailermate finds it easier." Smiling at the thought of Hazina stumbling over her name, she tucked the stray white curl behind her ear before returning her hand to take the metallic prop. It was hard to be insistent without possibly offended the man, but better offended than physically injured - broken toe or worse.
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Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2007 11:20 am
Hallelujah.
Charlot didn't fight her, letting the woman take the orb so that he could stand up straight without snapping his spine. With an exaggerated 'Phew!', he dusted his hands and continued on beside her.
"Thanks luv, despite my raw animal power... that there's no sack o' potatoes." He tugged his hat free, running a hand through his hair before replacing it. "Oi, believe me... after that oi'll 'ave no troubles carryin' anything else you might 'ave." He grinned, flashing a tiny wink her direction.
"Aem-ilia," Charlot attempted, rolling the name about before grunting. "Oi like it. Pretty name. Pleasha t'meet you, Amee." Hands in his pockets, he rolled his shoulders back to pop the crick that lurked there.
"Hnn, trailermate? Who'sit?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2007 11:30 am
Her brow perked at that. She may not know much about the general goings of things, but she knew there could be something raunchy made out of that comment. Turning her wide eyes to him as she began to walk again, she smirked before she spoke, "Perhaps y'll get to show me that 'raw animal power' another day," innocently adding as she looked back at him again, blowing a curl away from where it tickled her cheek as she turned, "On a ... sack o'poh-tayt-ohs." She didn't quite know what those were either.
The wink was not lost either, but she didn't address it with more than a bemused grin. He certainly knew how to make conversation easy and a good bit less awkward. She did like he said her name. Properly, but Amee was much friendlier sounding with his accent. Less formal? Whatever it was, she didn't mind the shortening on his part as well as Hazina's. "Thank you. S'pleasure indeed. I'd shake y'hand, but mine are full."
That was silly. She could balance it easy enough in one hand, so that she did before offering him the free one. Once done, she replied, "Hazina. She's as new as I am. Tall, dark skinned woman, knows less than I do, as well, which cert'nly makes m' feel better."
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Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2007 11:57 am
Another woman, fancy that. He was surrounded.... bloody surrounded. Not that he was complaining in no measure. He might have been worried about who he was drinking with in his free time, but half the ladies he'd met could hold their own and had invited HIM to drink first. Tch, good times. An unconscious smile crossed his lips as he turned back to Amee.
He kept himself from replying to the 'animal' comment, not wanting to scare her away with his gutter trash of a mouth. Better to keep it low key with a classy miss... and wait for her to drag them down. Some ladies were just as twisted in humor as he.
His eyebrow raised thoughtfully, shifting to walk sideways so he could accept her hand in a hearty shake. He appreciated her offering it, despite the strain of carrying the mammoth globe. 'Ety-ket', his Da had always said. He'd always thought that was an old crone set on smacking your fingers when you acted up.
"...'Azina, eh? Oi've not met 'er either. People just sproutin' up when oi wasn't lookin, eh?" Laughing a bit, he returned to walking straight so as to not bump or jostle anyone passing by. "Knows less'n you do? What makes y'say tha?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2007 12:09 pm
One would be shocked at Amee's levels of dirty humor, but then again, she'd likely be shocked by it as well. She didn't mind raunchy comments, so long as she understood them. It was only when things got over her head that she got flustered, but typically such things kept to a pretty basic vocabulary. Now drinking... that would be something entirely knew for the girl.
While Charlot didn't mind being surrounded, that amount of estrogen with so little testosterone to balance it out was sure to implode on itself at some point. Amee was by no means actively pursuiting Charlot as a conquest, but who knew what toes she was stepping on simply by being flirty. Her mix-matched gaze caught his smile and she laughed, "What is that grin for?"
Shaking his hand in turn, she appreciated the strength of his own but said nothing. Confidence was good, and once again reassuring. Amee offered her hand because it was what others had done, and because what Grete had showed her. At his inquiry, her lips pursed as she tried to explain, "She doesn't know much English, Common tongue or whatever s'called these parts. I atleast know the jist of it, even if I don't know some things like 'dust' or," she glanced at him to double check, "Poh-tayt-ohs?"
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