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 Posted: Tue Jan 24, 2012 6:43 pm
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THIS IS A PRIVATE ROLEPLAY BETWEEN PLAIN PANDORA & HELLOTEA.
when early afternoon
where the green household
characters involved kalyan umesh & toshua green
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Posted: Tue Jan 24, 2012 7:55 pm
"Toshua, darling, if anyone comes by today you're to let him in, get him a drink, and stay on him. He's here to fix the grandfather clock down the hall, it's been broken forever and your father's been too lazy to actually do anything. Anyways, do make sure he doesn't touch a thing except for that clock while we're gone, will you, sweetheart?"
This was the sweetly worded message that Tosh received as he clambered down the stairs just in time to see his mother and father traipse out the door. He looked over the two of them – they were both wearing lab coats but still looked glamorous as could be. His parents had always been so. He looked down at his own pajamas and sleep-ruffled hair dubiously. Oh well. Waving the two off with a nod and a smile so sweet that it could probably kill, Tosh walked back up to his bedroom lazily, slipping on a pair of suspenders and a shirt. He glanced at the pumpkin on his nightstand, touching it briefly, fondly, and then leaving the room, his hat in his hand.
Tosh ran through a few rooms, sparing a glance at the broken grandfather clock before finding the kitchen and sitting down on a stool. He waved over one of the ever present servants and pointing at his fingers as if to count something. "An omelet, with bacon, tomatoes, spinach, and lots of cheese, if you please. And a coffee, the Daelian roast." The serving girl, who was actually probably around his age, was very pretty and dark-haired. Tosh mentally smacked himself when he realized he'd actually noticed – puberty was troublesome, to say the least. She nodded at him and curtsied, padding off silently. Tosh chewed on one of the pieces of toast that was already sitting on the table, thinking about the pumpkin (plague), the only thing he actually seemed to care about these days.
He nodded at the girl dismissively when she brought him the tray, digging into the eggs very quickly – as was probably expected from a 15 year-old boy.
He was halfway through his meal, looking distastefully at the carrots and cucumbers that the chef had placed next to his omelet and wondering if they'd hired someone new, when he heard the knock on the door. Toshua clutched at his coffee and jumped off the stool, muttering vindictively about the disgusting aftertaste of carrots and the texture of cucumbers. The Green household was very modestly sized, and the decor and furniture spoke subtly of their wealth. If one didn't know the manor well, it was hard to find their way around, but all in all there were three floors including the attic, and the kitchen was at the back of the house, overlooking the gardens. Even as Tosh reached the front door in record time, the ancient butler was already there. Tosh wondered if he had magick of some sort, because how in the flying hell was that possible. He stood aside as the butler peered through the eyehole and then opened the door, looking to see what a repairman looked like.
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Posted: Tue Jan 24, 2012 9:44 pm
Sidestepping a few upperclassmen that looked upon him with disdain, Kalyan had to sigh and remind himself that today was good turn of events. The sailor wasn’t unused to the consequences of wandering around nice neighborhoods per say, but he certainly would have appreciated a day where the residents didn’t act as expected. The only reason he was here was for a job, he said to himself.
It was unfortunate that he had ended up this far past Mishkan and into Imisus. With his previous job as a navigator for hire, Kalyan had only anticipated going so far as the border when guiding a stray group of artisans who’d asked for his aid in returning to their homes. His brow furrowed in remembrance on how he’d been suckered into going further than agreed for a few more coin. It was a poor decision on his part. Soon after he was being charged for traveling back into Mishkan; the guard even making the remark that men like Kalyan should be lucky they weren’t turning him away outright for not having his papers. With not enough for the travel back home and crossing fines he was stuck in Imisus, wasting even more money at an inn.
The fact that he’d come across a pair just as he was in search of patrons for his services was lucky; though if he’d been better at sneaking past the gates- and a foot shorter- he wouldn’t be in his predicament right now. But he really mustn’t dwell on such things.
A large hand ran itself through brown curls before diving into the pocket of his blue overcoat. Out he pulled a small slip of parchment with elegant scrawl on it directing the tanned man to his destination. He hefted a small pack under his arm, the small instruments inside tinkering against each other, and looked up from the address he’d written down. ‘But of course.’ Kalyan lost what little optimism he had when he saw the three story house, looking all cozy and elegant in its place on the street. There was the smallest pang of jealousy before he mentally squashed it into oblivion, schooling his face to indifference while he made his way to the front door. He raised his hand to knock before noticing the small doorbell, and rang twice with a pause in between. He didn’t have to wait for very long, for almost instantly he was staring down an older man. Kalyan hunched over a little more than usual, his head already coming close to the top of the entrance. No doubt the other was hired service, and Kalyan had to keep from wincing at the thought of still being indebted or serving someone at that point in his life.
Before he’d a chance to speak his eye caught on another in the main hall. For a moment he was reminded of the blacksmith’s apprentice back home that would run his mail in earnest. He took in the dark hair and light eyes of a young man, who had to be no more than sixteen, with the remnants of sleep lingering on his face. His own gold gaze narrowed at the porcelain mug the child grasped in his hand, and he stared at the other. His mouth thinned to a grim line before looking to the butler again. He shouldn’t have compared such a person to the smither’s boy. Probably pampered and coddled, this one looked like he’d never worked a day in his life.
“Afternoon. I believe this is the residence of a Mr. and Mrs. Green?” His voice was low, but not quiet. He nodded at the tools in his possession. “I was told to arrive today to provide my services.”
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Posted: Wed Jan 25, 2012 12:07 am
Toshua looked at the man who stepped through the door condescendingly, sweeping his eyes over the figure and remembering what his mother had said. Stay on him. The man was dark haired and golden-eyed, his curls similar to Tosh's own. He wasn't dressed too badly, and the clothes were fitted nicely enough. Probably just a normal man, then. It was strange though – his parents had always used the services of an old man who went by the name Alastair, who, while moved like a turtle, got everything done. This wasn't Alastair at all. Toshua hoped he hadn't died, and shrugged, turning his attention back to the matter at hand. Mystery Man was really goddamned tall, only just reaching short of the doorframe and if he'd been bulky the man would probably be a menace. Instead, the repairman looked only lanky and brooding, and Toshua's instincts weren't flaring with distrust of any sort.
He briefly looked over the man again and his eyes flashed as he made the conscious decision to let the man in. Tosh waved away Arnold, the ancient butler, who walked away with a bow, briskly for his age, as silent as ever. He then stepped forward curiously, beckoning the other man in with the hand not holding a coffee mug. "Cor, you're really tall," was the first thing the boy said, grinning widely and not really realizing how rude he was being.
It was only after a few seconds that he registered what the tall man had said. Introductions were probably in order, then. With a sigh, he waved his hand around impatiently. "I'm Toshua Green, their son. My parents are out, but I've been expecting you – your name, mister?" He took a sip from his coffee mug for good measure, blinking up at the man without much expectation. Just a repairman, after all.
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Posted: Wed Jan 25, 2012 4:39 pm
It was with dread that Kalyan watched the servant walk away and leave him in the door. He made it a point not to look at the younger until the butler was out of sight, then slowly drew his gaze down as the silence was broken. His face said nothing, but his mind whirled with indignation at being left in the care of a child. With the comment of his stature his face slipped, and he was sure the glare of annoyance wasn’t something that was to be appreciated. “So I’ve been told,” he remarked dryly before he could stop himself. Kalyan bit the inside of his cheek. It wouldn’t do well to make a bad impression on someone of importance in such a household- even if they were but a youngster.
At the invitation he waited before bringing himself past the threshold, head ducking inside. Leather boots thumped against the floor with the small steps and his eyes wandered around, taking in the décor and upkeep of the grand estate. The inside was certainly as impressive as the outside. Had his sister been with him, she would have gushed on and on about the beauty of such a home. Guilt accompanied the memory of her with him being so close to home without visiting. It was easily waved away with the hand of who he now knew was the little master of the Green House.
Toshua Green appeared so lax in the presence of stranger; the life of the rich surely must be one of leisure. The Umesh house was a cottage, not even a half the size of this place. He wondered if the other knew just how much he had. It might have been safe to assume that the answer was no.“I see. My name is Kalyan Umesh. Umesh would just do fine.” He returned the unimpressed look with his own in kind, stressing the preference of his name. Surely the boy was innocent as much as ignorant in his observations and mannerisms. “I apologize for interrupting your…lunch?” There was the barest of nods to the cup the lad was holding. He wasn't sorry in the slightest, but Kalyan assumed the visage of sentiment; which for someone like him was as apparent as emotions on a rock.
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Posted: Sat Jan 28, 2012 2:13 am
Toshua didn't like the slight face that Kalyan Umesh pulled when the butler left the room; a face that he might not have noticed himself making, but that Tosh caught fast enough. It was almost one of slight despair. Tosh felt indignant – why would anyone want the old butler to tend to them when they could have Tosh, a sparkling innocent youth? Arnold was lenient but always silently disapproving, boring, and slow to boot. He could talk for hours and not have reached the point he had in mind. It drove Tosh absolutely bonkers.
Normally his mother would have prohibited boots or any type of shoe in the house, really (Toshua himself was wearing extremely furry slippers that were not shaped in the form of a bear, really), but Tosh could care less and besides, what were servants for anyways?
"Right, Mr. Umesh, nice to meet ya." Tosh piped up. He wasn't stupid enough not to notice the stressing on his last name, and while at another time were Tosh feeling more obnoxious, he would have probably called him by Kalyan (which, to be honest, sounded much better); but today he was feeling content enough. He frowned at the forced apology that came out the man's mouth. "If you're not sorry, you don't need to apologize, you know," He pointed out – well, as the case was, he'd never needed to apologize in his life. And he never felt the need to. Tosh was irritating at times and spoiled, but he always spoke his mind; immature he was, to believe that others had the same luxury. "And, er, it was more like breakfast. But no worries, I was already finishing up." He added, rubbing at his dark curls sheepishly.
"Anyways!" Tosh beamed, taking another sip of his coffee and glancing towards the grandfather clock in the hallway almost thoughtfully. "Mother told me a bit, but I'm not sure if you know what you're going to be doing today?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 31, 2012 1:19 am
It was polite, and for that Kalyan should have been appreciative- even if it was a bit off from his request. But for some reason the addressing of ‘Mister’ from such a youth made him feel much…older than he was. He tried not to grimace, then was confused by the rebuttal of his apology.
Perhaps not to you…was Kalyan’s thinking, and he corrected himself. No, even to a child it would have been called for. He’d enough experiences with the upper class to know some excess rules that accompanied in holding a conversation with them. Kalyan assumed himself a polite man, but one never knew when it came to the more fortunate. Though the boy looked so honest that he let himself be swayed into relaxing oh so slightly. He shrugged at the other and gave a curt nod, not agreeing or disagreeing to be safe.
While Toshua tussled his hair Kalyan lifted his brow. Breakfast? Really? If he assumed right in how long it took to arrive here from the inn, it couldn’t have been any less than a quarter to two. “Yes she informed me. Somewhat. There was a very brief discussion of my experience with timepieces; and the charge of my services being lesser than a specialist.” He followed Toshua’s gaze to the side, and his lips pursed at the subject of observation. Noticing it was immobile, he knew it was the item intended to be repaired. “Although I was expecting something…smaller.” Immediately his mindset had shifted and he moved past Toshua, inspecting the clock up and down from the outside.
It was intricate in appearance, much like everything else in the Hall. The wood appeared polished, but the hands were stuck at nine and five; no ticking or chimes to be heard. He had worked on pocket watches and mechanics slightly larger in size, but never something this big. He placed his small pack onto the floor by his feet, then shucked off his coat. A clock was a clock, and his tools shouldn’t lose any of their usefulness. The only issue was how delicate the innards were, and he debated how to disassemble it. Already the small challenge of the handy work piqued his interest; though he wouldn’t go telling of this slight inexperience. He didn’t need his pay to dwindle should the little Green tattle to his parents.
His eyes flickered from the face to the pendulum inside, and the strange alignment of the weights above it. “When was the last it had been tended to? Was it winded properly every week?” Kalyan fired off the basic questions, not turning to look at Toshua as he spoke. His head darted to the side to search for a side panel. Then, his nose almost pressed to the glass, he bent down to get a better view to where the chains in the front disappeared. “Were the weights never readjusted…” the last more a question to himself than the younger. He thumbed the key lock door, eyes brighter than the norm. “Do you have the key?” He finally asked. It probably should have been his first question.
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2012 6:54 am
Toshua watched the other man almost amused, but smiled as the man nodded at his remark, clearly uncomfortable on the subject of how to answer. It made sense, now that he thought about it. After all, he was Kalyan Umesh's employer, and it would be a dangerous thing if something went awry, or if Toshua let it slip to his parents that Umesh had been... uncooperative. Not that Tosh would, unless the man did something he truly didn't approve of. Tosh wondered for a second about what the man was probably thinking of him and his sleeping habits, cracked a grin at that and just went back to sipping at his coffee, which was delicious.
"Yes, my mother does tend to do that," he drawled as the other looked irritatedly at the grandfather clock in the hall. His mother was a very inconsistent woman, to say the least – especially if she was in one of her 'discovery' modes. Anne-Marie Green could be holed up in her room for days at a time, and never spoke clearly or completely when that happened; only when Professor Amory came over would she finally stop clamming up and spill everything she had learned to him. Other than that, though...things came out from her mouth like "Dear...get coffee? You want." Or something of that sort. Incoherence was almost guaranteed. Well, Toshua was used to it. Most other people weren't.
He watched, tapping his fingers on the cup, as Kalyan Umesh (this was what he called him in his brain) looked intensely over the clock, obviously calculating issues in his head. Toshua almost didn't mind being ignored, instead leaning over and looking over the man's toolbox with obvious interest. "What's this?" He said, smiling as he took a slightly knobbly instrument from the pack at his feet.
The questions came as he was kneeling, and Tosh listened almost half-heartedly, still looking over the instruments within the pack with vigor. "It was last tended to almost a month ago, I believe, but that's when it stopped working. Yes, it was winded properly, until it stopped working and then we just left it there." He ticked off his fingers as he talked, placing his head in his hands as he thought. "I'm not sure about the weights, and the key..." Tosh's eyes flashed as he thought for a second. He didn't have the key, to be sure. But the butler had a copy of every single key in the house, and he'd surely have the grandfather clock's as well.
Signaling for one of the maids that stood at the side of the room, Tosh spoke to her, a little harshly but that was normal behavior for him. "Call for Arnold again, will you?"
And then he looked back to Kalyan Umesh. "It'll just be a moment. Want anything to drink, mister?" Then, the boy remembered the letter he'd gotten from his mother. "Scratch that, just come along. I insist."
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2012 7:27 pm
Kalyan didn’t turn, but the change of tone in Toshua’s voice in the mention of his mother was noticeable enough to cause pause. He titled his head as if to hear the boy better. But after he’d done so Kalyan shifted quickly so as not to express too much interest. Curious as he was, it wasn’t his place to prod on the matter further. The inquisitive side of his brain pushed away his thoughts on the matter to fill itself with gears and screws. Idle hands went back to touching and gentle prodding of the mechanical device.
He was already so caught up in the task at hand, he didn’t register the question asked of him; firing off his own as well as voicing murmured statements he never realized he said aloud when working. It was a terrible habit of his and something that he could never rid of. Even with the complaints of his family and co-workers as a young boy, Kalyan waved them off seeing as how he never knew when he was doing it. Having to consciously be aware of such a thing only ruined his thinking process. So why would he bother putting a stop to it?
But being wrapped up in his own little world, Umesh was surprised when he finally realized a response came from below him instead of behind. He whipped his head to the right, seeing the leather pack of items rolled open and Toshua above them. He blinked at the sight, confused. He was unsure of what to make of the action. Toshua could very well be inspecting his set for authenticity. Many clock repairmen made their own items- Kalyan stopped there, having to keep from laughing. As if the other would have any idea about such a thing. The boy was most definitely still a child, curiosity abound. Either way, Kalyan didn’t need sticky fingers touching anything delicate. “This," he gently plucked the tool from between Tosh’s fingers, “is a hand remover. And not to be toyed with.” The clamp like metal was put back in its place, and he hummed in acknowledgement of new information. There was a ghost of smile on his stern face when Toshua still gazed at the silver and brass while speaking. The rapture on his face was comical; as long as the interest didn’t result in him trying to handle something again.
He returned to his full height as the child barked at a maid, mouth twitching downwards again. He peaked his head around the sides of the clock’s frame, squinting as he noticed a panel noticeably different from the wooden exterior. This time he was aware when the other addressed him, his face pinching as it was specifically not what he requested earlier. Toshua tried to draw him away, to which Kalyan spared a glance of rebuke at. “I…" A new idea interrupted him, changing his intended refusal. "Tea would be nice. Thank you.” he said after a small silence, deciding it better to give way. “But I’ll be fine here, I assure you,” he added, testing the authority of the little Green. "You don't need to go through any trouble." This way he might be left to his own devices, knowing it would take time for anything to be ready. He just hoped Toshua wouldn’t realize the brush off and he could return to his new discovery of the clock’s anatomy.
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