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 Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 9:18 am
Olga was practically in tears right now as she stood at the deli counter. Happy tears. Almost. Her eyes were glistening with happy tears but, she wasn't crying. Her wide goofy smile didn't help the scene either. She was just so happy. It had been laundry day so she, out of habit, shook out her pants to see if she left any change in her pockets. A few (crisp and clean from going through the wash) bills here. Some change and a bill there. More bills here...and after collecting it all, she found she had enough to go get a sandwich from the deli. It was truly the small things that made her happy. Her stomach growled hungrily, but she waited patiently for the deli worker to address her. frayedflower I started us a thing I hope that's okay! OuO / <3
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2015 9:19 pm
It was almost closing time, and fortunately for Hitch this time his coworkers were actually making some ******** semblance of an attempt to work with him; he was dealing with customers, they were doing the cleaning and goofing off. The ideal would really be no customers at all, but whatever, this was acceptable.
He was tired, of course - he'd been out job hunting that morning, again - gotten more stares at the scars on his cheeks and his lackluster education history, not to mention reliable references given how many walls he'd punched out - nothing. He kept trying because he had to, and then just went and did his best as Eurydike when he got some extra time between all of this and his boyfriend.
He loved and hated how busy he was in equal terms, really. Hated it because he was eternally exhausted. Loved it because he didn't have to think as much.
Anyway. As he turned around from finishing up one customer's order, an older man, he caught sight of a younger girl there, much closer to his age at a glance. Hitch passed the parcel of sliced meats off to the man before regarding her with a dip of his head and a polite smile. He didn't recognize her; might've been her first time, or she else usually came in earlier in the day.
"Evenin', miss. What can I get for you?" His voice was deep and raspy, words rolling together even if he tried to maintain a semblance of polite formality that just sounded at odds with it.
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2015 8:54 am
Right, okay. She knew what she wanted-- Olga snapped out of her sandwich stupor, finally, and focused on the young man who addressed her. Then she had a new focus. Olga's eyes widened a bit as she got a good look at him, and they immediately brightened with good natured awe and curiosity. He looked... So cool. Down to his neat hair (how come he had some white streaks though? HMMM...), the scars on his cheek, and his voice. He looked like quite a character! Like... like some main character out of a really cool novel. Olga immediately wanted to know his life story. Like now. Her fingers also twitched because she wanted to snap a photo of him right then and now--- Wait. She didn't really have any self control. Olga whipped out her Polaroid camera and snapped a photo of Hitch behind the counter. She grinned excitedly and plucked the photo that popped out. Slipping the camera back into her bag, she waved the photo and focused back on Hitch. "Your hair is so cool!" She gushed, leaning forward as if to try and get a better look. "And how did you get these!?" She touched her own face, mirroring where Hitch's scars were. The sandwich was forgotten. For now.
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2015 2:59 am
Someone was looking in his direction with awe and intense curiosity.
Which meant naturally Hitch looked behind him to see what the hell she could possibly be looking at. But there was nothing there besides wall, so he looked back with his head tilting and brows furrowed a little. He was about to ask 'what?' when he found himself facing a camera and -
*click*
"What the ******** was that?" he spat immediately, less indignant and more like - well, what the ******** was that? "Uh, I mean." He was at work. ******** his life, seriously. "I mean - why'd you just - sorry?" he offered a little lamely with a dismissive wave of his hand. Anywhere else and he wouldn't have apologized for the foul language, and even then it was kind of given begrudgingly because come on seriously what the ******** was that.
Then she went ahead and complimented him, which was just - he kind of fidgeted and rolled his shoulders, a light blush seeping into his freckled cheeks as he glanced around again. "Uh. Thanks?"
Because of course she went right ahead and praised him about two of the things he was most self-conscious about, ******** awesome. (Was she ******** teasing him or something? - what was this?) He tilted his head to try and get the scars out of the girl's line of view. "I haven't dyed my hair in awhile, an' pardon me miss, but what do you wanna order? We close up soon."
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2015 11:11 am
Olga looked at the photo, which was developing quite nicely, and continued to wave it. "Huh?" She sounded distracted. "What are you apologizing for?" She then plucked out her small journal, and tucked the photo into it, for safe keeping. She focused back on the man behind the counter then, grinning at him before looking horrified. She looked like she wanted to reach out for him, and nearly leaned over the counter to do so. "No!" She cried, "Don't dye it! It looks so cool! I wish my hair did cool things like that!" The dark brown in her hair was dyed...but how cool would it have been if it was natural!? Like the salt and pepper look in his hair! Oh-- "Yeah!" Her eyes widened briefly as she was reminded why she was here in the first place. "I'd like an Italian BMT sandwich on wheat, please!" Olga then beamed at him. "What's your name, guy?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 13, 2015 12:23 am
Hitch opened his mouth to say something along the lines of 'your face' before he remembered, again, he was at work and that s**t really just didn't fly at work. So he snapped his mouth shut with an audible little click of teeth and just smile. "Nothin'. Don't worry 'bout it."
Was that a book? - did his face just go into someone's book? What the ******** for? "Uh." He was about to just come out and ask when she started leaning over the counter, and he took an unconscious step back, glancing warily behind him to see if anyone was there. But nope, he was on his own with this one. Damn.
"Cool?" He blushed faintly at the praise and shrugged his shoulders, idly slapping his hands against his thighs in a slow beat, his way of fidgeting. "Thanks? I mean, uh. Your hair's pretty cool. You do that yourself or professionally?" No better way to make people stop praising him than to turn it around and talk about them instead; his tried and true method. It'd been pretty much foolproof up until Tolliver.
She liked Italian BMT's on wheat. He'd remember that. "You take that with mustard, oil, dry, or somethin' else?" he questioned as he set right to work without batting an eye; he didn't really like this work, but he was anything but bad at it. He'd been at it for years now, back home. "Logan Hitchcock, " he murmured, casting a look back over his shoulder. "Don't let the name tag throw ya though, just call me Hitch. Please. And you are?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 13, 2015 9:49 am
"If you're sure---" The journal was tucked back into her bag. "Oh! Thanks!" Olga replied with a grin. "My mom did it for me! High school graduation present, yeah?" She pointed at his hair. "How does yours do that?" "Ooooo---oil and balsamic vinegar, please!" So glad he asked! She almost forgot. Holy crow---Logan Hitchcock? That was definitely a cool character name. He definitely needed to be a character in a story. She was kind of thinking like Detective film noir story---because in her head it was playing out black and white (despite the fact it'd be words) and that'd work well with his hair! A surly detective dude with a sailor mouth but a warm gooey center. No one could resist the warm heart but rough exterior character type--- "Hitch?" She echoed, luckily catching the end of what he was saying. "Certainly! It's nice to---meat---you!" She paused. "Spelled M-E-A-T...get it?" She laughed, because she was so clever and so...punny. "My name's Sol Olga Sayle! But you can just call me Olga!" And always ready to be nosy about interesting people, kept it going. "How long have you worked here for?"
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Posted: Sat Oct 17, 2015 12:27 am
High school graduation. Must have been recent, judging by the state of her hair. So she was what - eighteen? Nineteen? Surely younger at any rate. "What's that book for?" he asked a little late, but surely better than never. After all, apparently his face had gone into it. Wasn't he sorta within his right to know what that was all about?
How did his hair do that - he snickered, shaking his head idly as he set to slicing all the meats and cheeses he'd need. "The red's from when I used to dye it. The white's 'cause my mom went gray young, so I guess that's genetics or whatever?" Or stress. It was probably more stress, but he wasn't about the admit to some girl he'd just met that he was under any kind of stress.
Oil and balsamic vinegar, not a bad choice. Least she was decisive about it - girl knew what she wanted down to a tee.
The drawn out pun made him stop what he was doing and cast a long, hard look over his shoulder, his dark eyes intense and unreadable. He fidgeted for a moment with his piercing before he finally went back to his work, hiding a smile. "Funny." He kept his tone dry as a ******** desert for that. "Pleasure to meet you, Miss Olga."
He paused for a deliberately long time before finally, his golden chance: "I'd make a meat pun, but I'd probably butcher it."
Probably the most singular satisfying moment he'd had at this job right there.
"I don't know. Since uh, late December, so 'bout - s**t, ten months already?"
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Posted: Sat Oct 17, 2015 6:01 pm
"Book?" Olga stared at him blankly for a moment before it clicked. "Oh! That's my research journal." She beamed at him. "I'm a writer! So I collect information and take notes and store pictures in it for future stories!" Plus some random things here and there that interested her, as well as reminders and notes to herself. Her mouth made an 'oh' shape as this bit about genetics, and she eyed his hair with a new thoughtfulness. "So you think you'll go all white sometime soon?" She asked with a tilt of her head, trying to imagine him with white hair, actually. When he turned to give her that hard look though, she just shot him back a fox eyed grin. There was no apologizing for punning. None. "The pleasure's all mine---" She then snorted, incredibly loud at that, and then laughed. How fun! He returned the pun! "Nah, you DELI-vered that pretty well!" Her grin was wide. "Oh! You've been here a while then---well, here, as in the deli, but here in Destiny City as well! Got any tips for a DC newbie?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2015 9:25 am
"Writer?" Okay. So that was actually kind of interesting - or he was pretty sure Tolliver would be interested. Hitch himself, he wasn't really much of a reader. If he had a TV he'd probably just wait for the story to hit theaters and then DVD, but sadly he kind of fell into a 'none of the above' category. "So why'd you take a picture of me, then?" Because really, he was a deli clerk. Granted there was the whole magical night time adventures as Eurydike thing, but she didn't know about that, so.
Her question wasn't a wholly invalid one; he shrugged his shoulders and gave a kind of lopsided grin. "Who knows? - maybe. Could just stay like this for all I know. Whoo, the mystery~" That couldn't have sounded more dry if he tried. But really. If that was the most mysterious thing about him, whether he'd get white hair or not...
He snorted and made a face, trying his hardest not to crack a grin and ruin his delivery as he droned out, "At least it wasn't a sausage joke. Those are the wurst." Although he couldn't totally help a low snort of a chuckle as he began to assemble the sandwich.
As for Destiny City, "I been here 'bout as long - December - an' here's what I got for you, " tried and true, "Don't drink the tap water, an' stay away from freaks in costumes. - anyone warn you 'bout then yet, Miss Olga?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2015 2:55 pm
"Yeah!" Olga's head bobbed. "Romance!" She grinned widely at him. "I'm a romance writer!" She then winked. "Because that's the best kind of writing." Granted, she did and was capable of writing other things too---but romance was her favorite. "Oh, because you're cool! That's why I took a picture." She replied as if it was obvious. "Inspiration!" And as something of a memento and a reminder of this encounter. She hummed thoughtfully, eyeing his hair curiously once more before she ended it with, "Well, I hope it stays as is! It suits you!" She let out another laugh, rocking on the heels of her boots idly. "I know, right? People who use sausage jokes just really like to ham it up!" Olga leaned a bit, ready for this advice he was about to impart on her. "Well---kinda bombed the tap water thing already then---" She paused for a moment, and then grinned a bit sheepishly. "Kindaaa? Yeah---kinda---are the costumes black military looking uniforms, Mister Hitch?" She inquired curiously.
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2015 1:46 am
Hitch chuckled deeply as he started putting the finishing touches on the sandwich. "Heh. My boyfriend, he's - " He cut himself off abruptly, relieved his back was to her just then so she couldn't see his face contort, a dash of hot embarrassment seeping into his cheeks. "Uh. I mean, uh. So you're published or whatever? That's cool."
It'd just sort of slipped out; Hitch wasn't much of a reader himself. When he thought of books, he thought of Tolliver, curled up in their bed with one of his high brow fantasy books that were usually just a cover for some epically cheesy romance.
First off though, this was his job, and this was an eccentric customer but still a customer. His personal life was his own, not anything he should be telling her about. Second off, since when had he turned into one of those guys anyone? Couldn't go five minutes talking to someone without it being about his boyfriend. Jesus ******** christ.
If he wasn't flustered enough already, the 'cool' thing didn't help a whole lot. "I'm really nothin' special, " he grunted, trying to ignore the burn of his embarrassment on cheeks and neck. He was about as inspirational as a goddamn rock. Probably less because at least rocks you could break open and maybe there'd be something pretty on the inside. "This comin' from miss author over here. That's actually pretty cool, y'know."
He didn't really have much to say about the hair comment besides something that maybe resembled a gruff 'thanks', if only because the man just didn't know how to take a damn compliment, much less a barrage of them.
Puns, though. This he could handle, yup. "Seriously, man. I don't think they know what a big misteak they're makin', " he droned, unable to resist a snicker this time as he stared wrapping everything up.
Then, there was that; Hitch's brows furrowed as he turned and placed the wrapped little parcel of sandwich on the counter. "Just gonna put it out there an' say I ain't no 'Mister'. - but - you mean to tell me you ran into those guys already?" He had expected her to laugh at him, maybe give him a weird look at least. No, the last thing he'd thought was that she'd know exactly what he meant, and that was worrying. "They didn't hurt you or nothin', did they? - they're seriously bad news, y'know."
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2015 9:29 am
Gosh, as if Hitch couldn't have gotten anymore interesting to Olga. She perked up considerably at the mention of a boyfriend, her shipping sense now geared up and on full alert. "Yeah?" She coaxed. "What about your boyfriend? Oh---not famously published---yet." She grinned. "Just some things here and there though---low key." Olga just dismissed his claims of 'not being special' with a wave of her hand, and tilted her head a bit. "It's like your playing a match of tennis with me when it comes to complimenting!" She laughed a bit. "What's the matter, don't like holding onto the ball?" She paused for a moment, "Seriously cereal." She agreed with a solemn nod. " Brat what can you do?" Olga seemed a bit sad actually when he turned and presented a finished sandwich. That meant she'd have to go now. That was saying something, as things rarely came in between the college girl and her love of food and eating. "Well, I ain't no 'Miss' either so there." She gave him a cheeky grin, and fished her wallet out of her bag, holding onto it while she waited for him to tell her the price. "Yeaaaaaah." Olga stared off for a moment. "Um...like three or four times now..." At the other question, she grinned sheepishly at him, before staring off at something else. "Oh----well, I'm still here, aren't I?" She pumped a fist in a celebratory gesture at this.
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2015 10:42 am
Hitch's cheeks burned a bit, still, although he cracked a small grin, fidgeting and finding excuses not to look straight at her. (God he really was turning into one of those guys.) "He, uh - he'd probably try an' fight you - he's all into fantasy an' s**t like that - but y'know he really reads it for the romance. I always ********' get on his case about it." He let out a low chuckle of a laugh, shaking his head as he worked. "Low key is good. Should get you to sign some s**t or somethin' so I can cash in when you make it big, " he teased.
Damn if his face ever ******** burned - how the ******** did she even come to that kind of - somewhere Tolliver was probably listening and laughing because someone else was ******** saying it. He didn't even acknowledge that, although the flare of red in his freckled cheeks sort of said it all right there.
As far as puns, went, though - again - "Wow, that was pretty cleaver. But I gotta say. Some of these puns are a little ham handed." If Tolliver really was listening somewhere, he was probably wishing he wasn't by now, good god.
Hitch's grin was, itself, a little cheeky as he waved an index finger at her. "When I'm on the clock, it's gonna be a swing an' a miss, Olga. Gotta be a pro 'bout it. But, uh, " he collected her money with a concerned, furrowed brow, frowning. "That many times? Jesus ********' christ." Granted, he'd been attacked about as many times before he'd become powered. But that didn't really make it any better.
"Watch yourself about those dicks. Seriously." He tapped at the scars on his cheek. "S'how I got this, y'know. They don't ******** around."
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2015 3:31 pm
Olga's grin was face splitting as she listened to him talk about his boyfriend, and she was also noting his behaviors as he spoke. So. Cute. AWWWWWWWW. Internally she was gushing. The feels. She couldn't handle it. SHE WANTED A BOYFRIEND TO KNOW INTIMATE DETAILS AND BEHAVIORS ABOUT! To cherish and to find adorable and endearing. Soon, life. Soon. She hoped, or at least, one day. "Oh, pfffft it's always for the romance!" She teased, "Most people don't want to admit they're romantics." Except her. Olga laughed, and flashed him a thumbs up. "You bet ya! I'm going to take the writing world by storm! Bigger than Twilight and Outlander!" Also, it was nice to see someone else blushing for a change, instead of her. She cackled. "Maybe a little cheesy too." She nodded her head, taking the wrapped up sandwich and cradling it under an arm. Olga's eyes drifted back to the scars on Hitch's cheeks, and her lips parted lightly in awe. Not the good kind. "They did that...?" She mused softly, more to herself, as her gaze lidded briefly. She was quiet for a moment before she suddenly sprang back to life, eyes going wide for a moment as she fished out her phone. "Hey---can I have your number?" She beamed at him as she pulled up the place to put in a new contact. "I want to keep talking to you."
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