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Post by eunae on Apr 30, 2013 1:55:52 GMT
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YOU CAN BE MY There weren’t a lot of things that Eunae detested (most of the time she either liked something or just didn’t care). But Wednesdays were on the top of her shitlist. Wednesdays were the middle of the week. The day that she received the most homework, and a constant reminder that nope, it was not the weekend yet. Not only did it seem like the longest day of the week, but the word was similarly too long. The length of Wednesday was like a football field compared to the basketball court-sized other days of the week. It was full of unnecessary letters and syllables that had taken her way too long to learn to pronounce when she was younger. Wednesday was a trickster, and she loathed it. It was utterly puzzling. Not only that, but it shouldn’t even start with a W. In most other languages, the fourth day of the week began with an M (she supposed that was a bone to pick with the etymologists of the English language, but still, it had to do with Wednesdays). Although, the W did lead to very amazing alliterations. Worthless Wednesday, Weak Wednesday, Wretched Wednesday, etcetera. There were very few good things to come from Wednesdays. The first being Wednesday Addams, Eunae’s childhood idol. Wednesday Addams was badass. There was no doubt.
The second positive to Wednesdays had occurred most recently. For the past few weeks, Eunae’s Wednesdays had been accompanied with an unusual and unnatural absence of grumpiness and a goofy smile as she skipped, strutted, and stalked her way to a bookstore. She always trotted to the bookstore, but on a Wednesday? Even that was a little weird. But this was no longer just a date with some book in the stacks, There was a little more of a spring in her step this particular Wednesday as she headed towards Page Turners.
Eunae flushed at the thought of even calling this a date, as she pushed the door to the bookstore open. It wasn’t a date. It was simply an arrangement, a meeting. A really boring, educational meeting. That’s what Eunae had told her sister, anyway. God forbid her sister find out she was meeting a boy. Eunae would never live it down, let alone admitting that it was a cute boy she was meeting (as Soomin would ask, and Eunae would be unable to be dishonest). Really, it wasn’t even anything to discuss. She was still getting to know Ashton, as he was her (so be it through especially exclusive book discussions).
The bell rang as the door opened and she slipped inside. The comfortable air of the shop enveloped her. Not many people were in here at this time; Eunae imagined that most people were still working or in late university classes. Not that it would matter if there were many people in Page Turners, so long as their spot behind a few bookshelves was free. She nodded to one of the employees on her way back behind the stacks to the coffeeshop. She checked the time on her phone. Still a bit early (being a little too punctual was somewhat of a problem). Eunae ordered a hot chocolate with whip cream and chocolate drizzle, and what the hell, one of those fancy chocolate sticks, and made her way back to the familiar cushions.
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Post by ASHTON LUCAS RHODES on May 2, 2013 14:07:58 GMT
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NOTES: whoaa so much rambling! i'm sorry!
It seemed like almost everyday was the same to Ashton. He never had to go to school, and he hated that. He's seen many people on TV and read in books about how much they dislike school, yet that was something that Ash craved. If only for the experience of meeting these people that he could build bonds with, but also because he knew that hearing different people's opinions on something would heighten his own intellect. It would challenge his views on a text here and there, and he might actually be good at maths and not just the need to know things that his mother, Claire, has taught him. Maybe that was one of the reasons why he was also ways excited for Wednesdays to come. Him meeting Eunae had been completely accidental, but it was one of the best things to happen because she provided at least a sliver of what he craved. Everyday for him was tutoring; which was to do with everything about supernaturals, strengths and weaknesses and how to kill them. And then hours of training, until his body was ready to collapse. And whenever the seventeen year old boy had a chance to relax, a book would be his go to escapism.
Which he was doing now, shoving his book and other things he might need into a backpack, Ashton was out of the door before anyone could ask him where he was going. No one really cared, as long as he was there for training and tutoring sessions, and as long as he did as he was told and killed who he was told. Truth be told, it made Ash feel sick with the thought of killing someone, but it was something which he didn't have a choice in. Thomas was his father figure, and according to his mother all the kids at the house owed him their lives. Cooper, Cassie and David all similar in ages to him, yet they could not have been any more different. He would not feel comfortable telling anyone one of them that he didn't want to be a hunter, that when his weapon pierced skin it scarred his soul emotionally. Hiss quirky and dorky exterior prevented that from being obvious, but there was also a sadness behind blue eyes that used to positively shine. Oh well, he'd take what normality he could on Wednesdays.
He was running a little late. He didn't normally, but he had to make sure that everyone at home were busy with something or other, and to make sure he made his notes on the case which he was given. Finding out information about one of the richest and most dangerous people in Manuka unsuspected was a hard business, and it cost Ash a lot of effort. He was just so happy that he had someone he could be himself around. Not Ashton the hunter, and not Ashton the fake. Just a guy who loved to learn and talk and crack wise-ass jokes with someone who got him. It made him happy really, and even though this discovery of these meetings was only so recent, Ash looked forward to them. Ashton and Eunae met when they both wanted the same book at the book store, and there was only one left in stock. Therefore Ashton let her take it on the condition that she could give it to him once she was done. And their friendship kicked off so perfectly that it sometimes astounded Ash.
His grin was bright as he entered the bookshop, the person behind the counter looked at him knowingly and Ashton had to hide a small flush because was it that obvious? For some reason, he knew that she'd be there already, Eunae was always so punctual and that was a quality to be admired. And he was right, as his eyes settled on her form facing away from him, a steaming cup in hand as she sat on some beanbags, Ash dropped his bag beside the spare bean bag and fell into it, the softness surprising him but he kept in a yelp. "Hey! Sorry I'm late." His smile was a bit sheepish as he crossed his legs and pulled his bag onto his lap. He loved coffee a lot, but he usually didn't get any until a little bit later, yet he pulled out a small box of grapes. Not because he was a health freak, but because he genuinely liked the fruit. "How was your week Eunae? I really hope more exciting than mine... well until now anyway." He grinned at her, genuinely happy to see her as he usually was and he offered her his box of grapes for her to take some.
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Post by eunae on May 3, 2013 1:01:09 GMT
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YOU CAN BE MY Eunae didn't know why so many people looked down at home-schooled kids. It's not like they weren't as smart. If anything, they probably had an increased intelligence. There were fewer ways to be distracted, less pressure. It seemed like the only thing missing in a home-schooled kid's life was the socialization and social skills that could be force-developed in public or private schools. But even then, Eunae had heard about organizations and groups for home-schooled kids, so really there was nothing missing except the incessant chatter and stupidity of the general school populations. And the social groups and bullyings that could destroy a life. School was like a word warfare. Eunae didn't care about all that, she was only there for the learning, and had she a choice, she'd choose to be home-schooled, wherein she could work at her own quick pace. Eunae did not need schools to teach her the social classes and the various ways words could be used to insult or praise someone. She didn't need the common chats. She got all the conversation she could want and need on Wednesdays with Ashton.
Her bag hit the floor first, gently of course to not break her precious books. Her butt was supposed to hit the chair next, but the hot cup kept her from doing so. Eunae struggled for a few moments, wanting to sit down but not knowing where to put her hot chocolate that was not the floor (too low) or the bookcase. She spun around a few times before she figured the spinning would also probably slosh the drink on her, and that the "breeze" could have cooled it. Ridiculous things, Eunae thought, the dumb things she did sometimes. She took a sip, giving herself a very majestic mustache made of whipped-topping. The chocolate, still living up to its name, burned her throat on the way down. But it was pretty sweet and delicious. After leveling the hot chocolate to safe-sitting mode, she sank into the beanbag chair, lower and lower. Her heeled shoes made it a little awkward to cross her legs, but the last thing she wanted Ashton to see was what was beneath her dress, so she crossed her legs anyway.
Thinking of the boy, Eunae flipped her phone open to check the time again, angling her body to the front of the shop so that she could peek through openings on the shelves. He still wasn't there yet, but it was not like he was really late. Eunae was always too early. She wondered if maybe she should be late next Wednesday so that he would be the one looking for and thinking about her. Eunae looked back at the white foam swimming in the steaming brown pool in her cup. So tempting, but oh-so hot. Getting a vibe, Eunae turned again, slightly, to the door. When she saw a kneecap, reaching the door, a hand reaching out, she quickly turned around to hide the stupid smile on her face. The doorbell rang soon after, and Eunae began stirring the whipped cream into the drink with her fancy chocolate device.
She didn't look up again until his bookbag fell into her line of sight. “Oh don't worry about it. You're fine,” she responded and lately greeted him with a “bonjour” to mirror her dress. There was a certain lameness to it that equated to slight embarrassment and for her cheeks to flush a light pink. As he got comfortable, and to hide her embarrassment, she ducked down to take a few gulps of her hot chocolate, which was now at the perfect temperature.
Eunae didn't know whether to be pleased or sad that she was the most exciting part of his week. She highly doubted it , however, it didn't keep the truth from her tongue. She sighed, “Aww, you usually provide excitement for my week; I'm always happy to see you, however, I think my sister had you beat when she attempted to set fire to our home.” The burnt smell still lingered in the air. “Thank God there was not a real fire, I don't know how we would have paid for any damages,” she added, softer, almost into her cup. Eunae took another sip of the drink and looked at the chocolate stirring stick. She didn't even know how she paid for that, and managed to get an extra. That was money that could have been used for something else.
She was brought out of her abrupt mood spiral by grapes, her favorite fruit, second only to the pineapple (nothing could ever beat the pineapple). She couldn't resist reaching forward and plucking some of the grapes. “Thanks,” she said, smiling happily. She popped them into her mouth one by one. “Was your week okay besides being terribly boring without me in your life?”
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Post by ASHTON LUCAS RHODES on May 3, 2013 20:01:41 GMT
[style=width: 300px; font-family: dawning of a new day; color: 923767; font-size: 20px; text-align: center;]you're losing your memory now Where have you gone? TAGGED: bloo/eunae
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NOTES: you can totally choose the book they're talking about!
Whenever Ashton spoke to anyone, his attention was solely on them. Sometimes he could be a little intense as he didn't quite know what was and what wasn't socially acceptable. Sure, he got out something, but the majority of his time was spent killing things or training to kill things. What a glamorous life; not. That would be the one thing that he'd never tell Eunae. Books. Books he loved talking about, he loved having an opinion and for people to challenge it, but he knew that he'd lose this friend he'd made if he told her that the reason he didn't go to school was because he was becoming a professional killer. Ashton grinned brightly when she excused his tardiness, feeling a little bit bad for keeping her waiting, but Ash knew that that was now so two minutes ago and he's already forgotten it. The 'bonjour' warmed his heart a little, since it was as much a part of their routine as this little haven behind the bookshelves was.
However, Ashton could not help the widening of his eyes when she said that her sister had caused a fire. A pang of worry ran down his chest. "Oh God ... no one got hurt or anything?" Ashton moved subconsciously to gently grab Eunae's wrist, eyeing any immediate skin for marks, not aware that that might have not been appropriate. He was just making sure she was okay, as friends do, right? Maybe. But he knew that the touch of his fingers to the skin of her wrist made pleasant tingles run down his fingers. He let go a moment later, with a satisfied nod that she was unharmed, and faced her once more. "How did she manage to nearly set a fire?" He asked, and then his voice softened as he offered her an encouraging smile. "Come on, it didn't happen so no need to think of what would have been money wise! There are more important things than money." He nodded, knowing that Eunae probably knew that too, but he was just trying to be a good friend and reassure her that material things were less important.
Sitting comfortably, Ash put some of the grapes from his box into his mouth and chewed happily, smiling fondly when she took some herself. Her next words made him chuckle a little, and he felt a small flush creep up his neck because he had admitted that she was the best part of his week. It was true, Ashton was nothing if not honest, but even he knew that maybe he shouldn't have said that. Without being obvious anyway. "I mean, kind of shitty cause I'm stuck on a research project about this guy who has money and power and stuff but I don't have enough information yet and it's kind of becoming way too long." It wasn't really whining, and it wasn't really lying because what he needed to do for the information on Elliot Lan was more complicated than looking in books. He had to befriend the guy with the stone cold heart and find out about what his business was so that Thomas and the rest could stop it, and then kill Elliot. Sounds easy right? No, because the guy was so stubborn and so cruel that it was taking Ash a long time. He wanted that to be over. He wanted the hunting to be over.
Ash, feeling his insides clench with a want for coffee, got up off where he was sitting and put the grapes onto the table. "I'm gonna buy some coffee ... want a refill, on me?" He asked, as he always does, because he doesn't mind spending money on friends. His mum could afford to give him more, and he knew that Eunae's family didn't have the fortune of having enough money, so the least he could do was buy her drinks. With a soft grin, he sauntered off to the counter to buy the beverages, carrying the cups back to the table. "Now tell me ... what did you think of the first chapters of the book?" Ash grinned, because he was excited to discuss their opinions, as he always was. Eager to get a different point of view on the story, and the sheer intelligence and the interesting way that Eunae spoke about everything made the young boy like her so much, a thought that would make him blush no doubt. Taking a sip of his hot coffee, he met her gaze with his blue eyed one.
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