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 Posted: Thu Feb 04, 2010 8:22 pm
Alexander shuffled the newspaper in front of him, looking Rather Important and Busy as he noisily turned the page. He rather liked holding a newspaper up like an over-large book, even if it ment he couldn't draw on the photographs. The afternoon rush was in its full swing at the Shufflepuck cafe, the hum of people successfully drowning out the latest hit jazzy tune that the cafe speakers tried to (and failed miserbly) to blare.
Under different circumstances, the Hillworth boy would have grabbed a medium-sized cup with today's special and fled out the door to the arcade. Today, however... A corner of the newspaper crinkled forward as Alexander peered around the side, looking for Natasha. Today was not a normal day. He wasn't sure what Natasha wanted to meet him for, or if they were going to go "do" something. "Do" was a quite large term, given the context of the fact that a girl (ie the opposite species) asked him to meet him somewhere (a specified location, not to be revealed to anyone else) at a certain time.
If Natasha showed up with a briefcase while under cover, Alex was going to head out of there as fast as his legs could carry him. For now, he resumed to browsing the newspaper. As long as none of the baristas noticed that he didn't order a drink and was sitting there a half hour ahead of the time Natasha asked him to show up, he was fine. It was too cold for wait outside!
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Posted: Thu Feb 04, 2010 8:36 pm
Having spent an interesting evening prior running around the back end of Destiny City, Natasha had found herself with a tad bit of difficulty forcing herself out of bed. The day had gone by quickly, however, and she found herself uncharacteristically running very last minute to head out. Her mind was reeling with the events from the night before, and with thoughts of what exactly Alex had taken from her asking him out the week before.
She found herself slightly behind schedule as she passed through the entrance of the Shuttlepuck Cafe. There was a lack of concern on the young girl's part, until her eyes fell onto the 'better-late-than-never' Alexander Rivera. It figured, really. The one time she was behind schedule, he'd actually choose to show up on time.
Walking up behind the boy, she reached out, tapping his shoulder. "Hey, sorry. Didn't mean to keep you waiting." she left out the 'didn't really expect you to be here yet' part of that sentence.
And no, Natasha was not carrying a briefcase. She did, however, have a small purse hanging over her shoulder, an offset from the usual side satchel she carried. No jeans today either, opting for one of her knee length jean skirts, paired with a semi cute pair of winter boots. While fashion wasn't always her strong point, she was at least adept enough to know how to dress for a perceived date without going overboard.
"Whatcha readin?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 04, 2010 9:22 pm
At the tap on the shoulder, Alex visibly jumped, crinkling the newspaper with the motion. "AGH! Oh! Oh, hey Nat!" He greeted, "Give me a second reeeal fast, because -" here the boy's rambling voice was lost due to the noise itself within Shufflepuck (most who turned away disappointed when they realized that Alex didn't spill hot coffee on himself) and his loud crinkling newspaper.
"...And so I figured, why not? I mean, it was just sitting there, and it beats forking out a buck fifty-plus for one. Granted someone already botched up the crossword puzzle but hey, free's free y'know?" Alexander finished, turning the now-folded and now-manageable news paper towards Natasha.
"Check it out! A meteor crashed at a park not too far from here. Wanna go check it out? I walked by earlier and the police seem to have most of it blocked off, but I think we can still go see it. You interested? Cute boots by the way."
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Posted: Fri Feb 05, 2010 6:33 am
"Yeah,sure." the words came tumbling out of her mouth before she had a chance to catch exactly what was being said.
"Wait what, a meteor?" Oh Alex... Alex, Alex, Alex. He was, indeed, a special boy. Looking down at herself, she wasn't particularly dressed for this sort of thing, but whatever. She'd already agreed. So like it or lump it, she was picturing the rest of her evening getting dragged around some police investigating area. Inwardly she prayed no Yoma were chilling in the area. Last thing she needed was to have to deal with another run in, two nights in a row.
Ugh, her legs were killing her, like she really wanted to go walking around in the cold. Bah. She looked up and smiled when he complimented her boots, however. Wasn't expecting that. "Thanks." was really all she could muster out for a reply. There wasn't really much else she could say to add to that.
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Posted: Sat Feb 06, 2010 1:34 am
"Yeah! It crashed into Destiny City Park or around there, but get this," he leaned in closer, whispering and doing that odd spooky-voice that people slip into when reaching the climax of ghost stories, "No evidence of a crash site was found. Can you believe that! Something that big from space falls and does nothing!"
He didn't wait for anything else, grabbing her by the wrist and pulling her out of Shufflepuck. "I even brought my camera, too! I'm probably too late to get the first clip of the place up on YouTube, but hey! Anything works, especially with people looking around for more information on this. It juuust might get me a hundred hits or so -- might even get me more depending on how good the clip is!"
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Posted: Sat Feb 06, 2010 7:20 pm
Before she could utter any form of objection, Natasha found herself being yanked from the warmth of the cafe, and into the cold of the street. The babbling of Youtube, hits, and clips sent her brain reeling. He may as well have been speaking Greek (thought it was not that she was unfamiliar with what Youtube was, she just didn't understand the significance of his rambling). Adding insult to injury was the talk of the actual crash site itself. He was making it sound like something off that old show, oh what was it, X-Files?
"That's... awesome." she managed out, halfheartedly, as they moved on towards the site. In her head, she was grumping.
This was not what she had planned nor expected. Though she was mostly mad at herself for not realizing that this was really not out of the realm of reason when it came to making plans with this boy.
Sigh.
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Posted: Mon Feb 08, 2010 10:47 pm
Poor, poor Natasha. All she mentioned was that she wanted to meet him somewhere, not necessarily go to lunch or a movie. Then again, had the meteorite not fallen, they probably would be doing one of the previously mentioned activities, or gone to lunch then a movie, or to a movie with a lunch made out of popcorn. Either way, though, she was stuck following a hyperactive YouTuber who was still babbling.
"Can you even imagine that? Something falls but when everyone shows up, there's nothing! It's like a government conspiracy only more efficient! It's like... dude if something that big fell there'd be a pretty good-sized hole, right? But there isn't a hole or scorched grass or anything that hints that the area was tampered with if this reporter is true, but y'know how things are with reporters, trying to one-up the other one with a better story or something like that."
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Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2010 8:54 pm
It's not like Natasha would have thought she'd have to be that specific about the entire ordeal. Though in the future the thought could likely pass her mind to be fairly exact with this boy. Definitive requests give definitive results. Ambiguous requests land you, well.
Listening to a Youtube fanatic babble on and on and on about some silly meteorite and, government conspiracies. It was almost like going out with the National Enquirer. Crazy need not apply.
"I'm sure there's a good reason for whatever happened," she offered up, "but who knows." Really, it was best to just agree with what the boy said, otherwise you'd likely find yourself on a rant tangent about 'the man' or something equally silly. It wasn't that she didn't mind, she was just not sure what. to make of the situation.
Least it wasn't going to be a boring date.
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 3:45 am
"A reason? Aww man! I knew I should've written 'Go to Destiny City's Main Park to witness Meteorite Crash' on my planner!" Alex playfully smacked himself on the forehead, laughing. "A reason might be nice'n'all, though considering the great so-called 'mystery' surrounding it, well, I think it'll either be a giant government conspiracy, or a... a blocked-off area. Great."
Alexander slowed upon seeing a crowd gathering outside of the park, lightly touching Natasha's arm at the sight of the news media and reporters standing out in the freezing cold with 'up-to-the-minute' reports concerning the mystery.
"Well, so much for that," he sighed. "Wanna go somewhere else?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 9:03 pm
"You dork." Nat stuck out her tongue while crinkling her nose up. "You obviously should have written that out. What's wrong with you? Getting old and forgetful." she chuckled, and turned her gaze to where the 'blocked-off' area was.
Yep, it was pretty obvious with the strands of yellow tape followed by agitated looking officers. Though curiosity began to tug at her, she was with Alex on this one. It was better to head somewhere else.
While she was processing ideas on what to do now (since she no longer wanted to head back to the cafe), Nat found herself looking to where Alex was touching her arm. She felt her face flush a little bit, and she jerked her head to look back towards the crowd gathering.
"I dunno, someplace warm preferably. If you're hungry we could probably go to TDI Thaidays? If you like that kinda food, that is." she shrugged.
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Posted: Mon Apr 12, 2010 2:37 am
Quickly as if he were trying to pet an electric eel, Alex snatched his hand back and lowered it back to his side, looking as inconspicuous as possible. He glanced away from her, then suddenly wondered what just happened. He just touched her! Unless she was touchy about being touched? He made a note to be less touchy. Or maybe he just startled her...?
"Warm, hm?" Alex considered his options, and considered specifically the funds in his wallet. He was intending to spend it all at the arcade tomorrow, but food... "TDI Thaidays sounds pretty good. Want to go there then hit up another place after? Not food, and I swear to you it's not an arcade. Far from being an arcade, actually! It's not crowded or anything and in all honesty there's just one game and even then it's pretty simple even though it doesn't have any lights or anything special but, er, speaking of, do you know where TGI Thaidays is?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 12, 2010 3:26 pm
Natasha was quietly discontented that the boy removed his arm, but given the way she'd reacted she wasn't entirely surprised. Alex had all the ability to see beyond the end of his nose as a blind man in the woods at night. It just didn't happen.
"Little bit." she nodded, feeling the temperature in her cheeks subside she looked back over to him. "Yeah I know where it is, and as long as it really isn't the arcade, I suppose I'm good with that." she smirked. "But I swear if you beat me into the ground again I'm never playing another game with you, ever!" It wasn't that Natasha was a particularly sore loser. No. It was more like, if she felt like she didn't even stand a chance and was made to look a little bit more than foolish, she was liable to pout, at least a little bit.
"So bear that in mind." chuckling, she shoved her hands into her pockets, taking one more glance back towards the mass chaos that was the meteor area.
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Posted: Mon Apr 26, 2010 3:38 am
He breathed a sigh of relief. The weather was much too chilly to go wandering around in search of the restaurant now. Even if Natasha didn't know where it was, Alex was too much of a prideful male to give in and ask directions. That's what QuestHelper and GPS were for! Moreso GPS, come to think of it, he realized.
“Aww,” he chided, “It wasn't that bad! The place is a bit of a rundown – fair warning, but...” He grinned, shrugging. “That's really what you get for it being a sk- surprise, after all!”
Amazing! He actually had the capacity to catch himself and keep a secret!
Alexander caught her look, turning to glance behind and see what she was looking at. “It's too bad about that,” he mused, “It would've been interesting to see if there really was nothing there... Ah, I should've taken the UFO junkies into account when I first brought up the idea. Sorry 'bout that.”
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Posted: Tue Apr 27, 2010 5:12 pm
Her curiosity was being peeked. Natasha was trying hard to put the initial 'sk' sound to something that they could do, but couldn't place it. Definitely not scooters. Too cold for that. Was the only thing she could think of at the moment, so she'd just suck it up and wait to find out exactly what his little brain was brewing. She shoved her hands into her pockets, and sighed.
"Yeah, it woulda been neat, I'm sure. Don't worry about it though, I'm having fun even still." she smiled, looking up into the air and watching the fog her breath created curl up above them.
"Probably best to avoid the UFO junkies anyways. May not make it out alive! Or, at least not without tinfoil hats and alien bumperstickers." she grinned. "Anyways, yeah. Let's get the hell outta here."
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Posted: Fri Apr 30, 2010 2:59 am
In fact, scooters would be up Alex's alley. Even though he hasn't been on one since he was a child in elementary school, there was a sort of irreplaceable ridiculous sort of fun that just... happened with those wheeled plastic squares. His eccentric nature could probably be traced back to those gym days where he and many other children would scoot and careen around the gym's floors like an infestation of mice in the granary, heedlessly running into and over each other while squeaking laughter and apologies. Or denials about running over someone's fingers. He did his fair share of the blame game, too.
“Or anti-mind control hats made out of metal colanders and wire coat hangers,” Alexander replied with a laugh. “At least none of them mentioned probing. What is it with alien theorists and probing? They're just... obsessed with it to a point where it's just... Yeeeeaah, it's horrifying? But it's not as scary as a facehugger or chestburster or any sort of Alien from that franchise.”
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