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 Posted: Fri Dec 31, 2010 1:01 am
Lumiere wasn't some unknown magazine model. But she wasn't exactly the topic of Destiny City's papers either-- but fame, even the smallest of fames, was acocmpanied with some amount of trouble. She was running on the streets, avoiding a man who seemed intent on chasing after her.
Upon finding out she had a stalker, Lumiere hadn't failed to inform him that she wasn't up for such nonsense. With a lack of available family or relatives to threaten, Lumiere hadn't seen the risks of informing him that he had bargained for more than he was worth. Even after several lethal kicks to his feet and stomach, he never ceased to persist.
Stalker. With this problem, she couldn't go home. She wouldn't reveal the location of her private sanctuary to such an individual-- she simply roamed the streets during daylight and evening.
Unfortunately, his fascination with her grew. He had labeled her as a 'tsundere' type-- What vocabulary was that in? Certainly not the english dictionary. She had covered up her lengthy blue hair under a puffy hat with large sunglasses on her face, slipping into a cafe, hopefully undetected. She despised resorting to such methods, seating herself on an avalible seat next to a male. It seemed like he might have been waiting for someone..?
"I apologize. But just allow me the use of this seat for several minutes. I simply need to seem like I've been seated here all along." She whispered, bowing slightly to the male beside her.
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Posted: Fri Jan 07, 2011 5:28 am
Paul had, in fact, been waiting for someone. To be specific, he was supposed to meet one of his study mates there--just to talk before they headed off to where-ever they were going. He was going on to DCU, and the other student in question was heading north, to a school in Boston. There was a bit of envy. He wanted to go far away, get away from family and expectations, but if he did he'd probably lose the most enjoyable part of his life. That would clearly not be ideal.
He was expecting another male student--but a purple-haired girl dropped into the bar seat next to him. His mahogany-brown eyes regarded her somewhat incredulously; common decency required you ask if a seat was open.
Common decency also required you look after females that asked for your assistance, so when she asked him to pretend, he just turned back to his coffee. Just for a moment; then he turned back towards her. "Alright," he said, offering a hand to shake. "Paul Wyndham. It's a pleasure to meet you."
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Posted: Fri Jan 07, 2011 9:23 pm
Lumiere despised imposing like this-- especially on strangers. But what other choice did she have? Purple eyes glanced from behind the sunglasses to the window fleetingly, wondering if he would comply. It might not have shown, the tiny flicker of frantic emotions under the large black sunglasses but her tense posture relayed the message equally well.
.. Thankfully, he did. Her hand lifted to remove her sunglasses (it would have been horribly rude to wear it like so during introductions!) "Lumiere Estelle Aileron. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mr. Wyndham." She spoke softly, pulling the bill of her hat closer, lower towards her face as if to shield it when a crowd passed by the glass door. He was somewhere within that crowd .. As long as he didn't look into this coffee shop, she hoped she would be temporarily free.
"I really am thankful for your kindness. Unfortunately, I just ran into.. a spot of trouble when I should have been more cautious." She shook her head, eyes lowering when the crowd passed onto the next block. She sighed, directing her gaze heavenward, a long sigh of exasperation.
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Posted: Thu Feb 03, 2011 1:05 pm
What in the world could be wrong? The girl was acting like she expected someone to hurl himself through the door and steal her away. Or like she'd just killed someone and was trying to avoid the cops. Paul didn't like it; it scraped at his nerves, to have someone so nervous around him. "If you look so tense, whoever you're avoiding is going to notice you," he said, swirling his spoon through the coffee. Maybe he'd order a dessert or something; his study partner was certainly very, very late.
It was honestly getting rather irritating. "Anything I can help with," he asked, tipping his head up towards the menu. They made a very good mint brownie here... After a moment, he turned towards the register and placed his order; when it came, he passed an apple turnover over to Lumiere. "It's probably not very spy novel for me to buy you a snack, but really, if you want to look like you've been here a while..."
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