|
|
Post by Nicholas Kirkland on Oct 15, 2010 18:13:14 GMT -8
 Channel surfing. He had been reduced to Channel Surfing, and there was nothing decent on TV. The last decent thing had finished over an hour ago. Now, everything was either morning chat shows where each and every woman wanted to know who the baby daddy was, or shopping shows trying to sell you a useless piece of crap that you would use once and then wonder why you ever brought it. Why the hell was he even up at this time anyway? Usually he would have spent the previous night staying up late, maybe phoning his friends and catching up with them, or perhaps finding out what there was to do in the surrounding area. But for some reason, he had been too tired. Never again. If going to bed early meant before up before 10 in the morning, then he would put up with the tiredness at night.
Glancing around, he made sure it was neat, before he grabbed his jacket and pulled it on. He grabbed his wallet, cell phone and keys, and then left the apartment; the door clicking shut behind him. He slowly made his way down the steps and out onto the busy streets. He made his way through the every day crowd, breathing a sigh of relief when he reached the park. It wasn’t overly crowded; just the way he liked it. Pushing his hands inside his jacket pockets, he bent his head down and slowly began to walk his usual path through the overly large park.
He often wondered why he enjoyed taking walks. Maybe it was because he knew he couldn’t actually cause unnecessary trouble outside and this made his mind relax. That was unlikely, but he couldn’t really think of anything else. Well, except the fact that he liked listening to the birds singing, the laughter of others and he enjoyed the feeling of the wind – if any – as it ran through his thick mop of hair. He shrugged it off and glanced around. To say it was early, there were quite a lot of people about; but then again, he was never usually up at this time.
tagged: Open
outfit: here.
words: 359
notes: Raptors will eat everything except the arm, raptors hate arms.
[/blockquote][/color] |
|
|
|
Post by divine on Oct 16, 2010 21:20:23 GMT -8
She was jogging before her errands, a usual routine for her day as her shift at The Grill only started with the late lunch crowd. Divine liked being awake at this hour, for some reason she felt as if the world was lighter, the air cleaner, the silence more golden if one could get it. She suspected as it was the tip of the day, right before one really sits back and takes up the load one does to go from day to day; work or school, errands and all that.
Every morning at five a/m Divine wakes up, brushes her teeth, in the silence of her little apartment she lets waft the sounds of Mozart as she tends to breakfast, showers, brushes her teeth. She doesn’t read the paper or watch the morning news, she likes going on her jog with letting her mind jog on the brutalities the world seems to be twisting and turning on.
Dressed in a pair of shorts and a sweatshirt, Divine pulls her tresses back into a tight ponytail, grabs her keys and a twenty from her wallet, because her mother always told her that a little money no mater what, could always come in handy. She cursed inwardly at the matriarchal memory, knowing where her mother was and how she’d gotten there.
With a deep breath, she fitted her running pack around her waits, zipping in a bottle of water after she tied her running shoes on. Locking the door behind her, she presses in her earbuds to her ipod. The park wasn’t that far from her place, which was a perk to getting the little 3 and a half that she called home. The other perk is the strip of shops that was a mere eight blocks away, specifically the bookstore.
If an alcoholics weakness was alcohol, Divines addiction to books was facilitated by the proximity to the used bookstore. She was already smiling as she hit an even pace, wondering what finds she would fall on, on her way home after the mile run.
She was hoping to find a few Derrida books as she was just getting into the thick of the Philosophy of language, so far did her mind travel down the luxury of what books she’d like to find and the jewels she’d already found, she did not see where she was going until it was too later.
At an even pace Divine jogs right into….
“Oh I am so…” she smiles and tilts her head, taking out her earbuds. “You.”
|
|
|
|
Post by Nicholas Kirkland on Oct 17, 2010 8:57:47 GMT -8
Nick wasn’t entirely sure what type of weather he preferred. On one hand, he loved it being warm, because more women came out and even if he was out of practice, it was always fun watching their various reactions to him. He wasn't actively looking to settle down and he wasn't a player so the eventual rejection didn't wound his ego. On the other hand, he preferred the cold because he loved his sleep and when it was too hot, it found it impossible to sleep without a fan making too much noise, which kept him awake anyway. Whilst he was outside though, he definitely preferred it being warm; despite the fact he was in jeans and a jacket.
He leaned against a fence for a moment, just resting – not that he really needed to. Nick was healthy, his job required physicals every six months and demanded he be at the top of his game, so it wasn’t like he had to rest because he was worn out. He glanced up and admired the view. If there was any one thing he loved about this place, it was the park. Nature; he wasn’t exactly a nature lover, but he did like to go out and experience it. It reminded him of camping trips when he was a boy. They definitely didn't have places like this in the big cities he'd become used to living in.
If it hadn't been for his brother's 'accident' he might never have seen this place at all. He hadn't been to see his grandmother in years. Sure, he wrote and sent gifts, but he never waxed nostalgic enough to actually come down. It was probably one of the reasons the family rarely bothered him. Admittedly, there was a time he had hated this place, simply because he had gotten lost. He had been watching two people play a game of chess, but his parents hadn’t noticed and they had gone off without him. He was well over that by now, but that didn't mean he forgot.
He backed away from the fence and resumed his walk, slowly increasing it to almost a light jog. He saw the scenery blur slightly. Everything looked different, smaller, when you passed it by with speed. It was hard to enjoy it. As he turned the corner, he felt someone run right into him. "Wow, this new cologne is working better than I thought..." He gave her a mischievous grin. He had a vague reccolection of seeing her at the bar when he'd run into his brother.
"Yeah...me. Already starting with the compliments, huh?" He took a step backwards and looked to see if she was alright. "You okay there?" He realized he'd completely forgotten his manners and offered her a hand. "Nick Kirkland, and you are?" That was definitely in the bottom rung of his introductions, but, again, he was out of practice with this. "Where’s “Clever Opening Lines for Dummies” When You Need It?"
tagged: Divine/Open
outfit: here.
words: 512
notes: He's out of his element... He'll pick back up
[/blockquote][/color] |
|
|
|
Post by divine on Oct 17, 2010 12:29:02 GMT -8
Taking his hand in yet another firm handshake, chuckling as she shakes her head, retracting her hand to turn off her ipod as it was still turning on her runners playlist.
“I was beginning to think your name was Buddah.” She hesitates on giving him her name if only because of the reaction she’s gotten from other men over it; really bad pickup lines. But then again, her mind turns over the fact that his intro was a little clumsy and could be defined as such.
“I’m pretty sure you could find that book at Browsers…” with a brief shake of her head, her smile still on r lips she takes a deep breath as if calling up a sense of bravery, and in a way, she was. “Nice to meet you again…Nick, Divine, just Dee most of the time.”
She loosens her armband that has her ipod snug against her upper arm, folds it and places it in her runners pack. The weather isn’t that warm but, seeing as though she was going to conquer a one mile run, dressing against the weather would not help her, and she was always one for a little bit of a chill. She hated winter and hated the snow, but to her there was a difference between an autumn chill and the freezing bite of winter. “Sorry about that, bumping into you like that. I’m just used to just..there aren’t a lot of people that belong to the cult of the early morning riser. There’s no decoder ring with this club.” She teased feeling a little pinch of embarrassment. “ Wow…well, it’d be nice of you forgive my line of cheese since I forgave yours.”
|
|
|
|
Post by Nicholas Kirkland on Oct 17, 2010 20:22:54 GMT -8
He was not a morning person. He'd tried that. He was like a square peg in a round hole when it came to fitting in there. It just wasn't for him. Getting up early did not mean you were more productive or a better member of society.
Being on time during the pre-noon hours didn't mean you cared more or that you were a better person. The only good feelings he got out of artificially forcing his body onto a morning person's schedule was a reduced amount of guilt for being what he was, which is simply a night person. When on a morning schedule, he was not happier, he didn't notice that he'd slept better, he was not more productive, and was definitely not more creative. Stupid self-help book lies...
"Buddah?" He had the gall to look confused. "Oh yeah..." He recalled that conversation he'd had with his brother in the bar. "Actually, I can explain that... I was on a ten day retreat in Nepal and I guess some of it rubbed off on me. I needed to clear my head. He's...going through a rough patch and I was trying to help. Probably should have picked a more popular deity." He smiled sheepishly. He had moments where he waxed philosophical and almost religious, same as any man, though most didn't do so in the midle of a bar on game night.
Some people say 'If you can't beat them, join them'. He said 'If you can't beat them, beat them again, because they will be expecting you to join them, so you will have the element of surprise. "I'm not crazy, I swear... Really reassuring, huh?" He took in the new information and made a mental plan to visit the fist chance he got. "Isn't that a book store?" Nick loved books. He had boxes of books he hadn't even gotten around to reading yet up in San Diego, what with work and all. He had everything from Proust to Poe.
When he was much younger, he'd dabbled in writing short stories and poems but he couldn't see that career going very far. Most of his experience was in Law Enforcement and he supposed that was where it would stay. It cost him his marriage. To change careers now would almost be pointless. Besides, he never thought his stuff was any good and so, it was relegated to family reunions, like Christmas, and spent the rest of it's time in his attic.
"It's not your fault, Dee." He used the shortened version of her name that she had given to him. He assumed that if she told him it, it was alright to use it. He liked Divine better. It fitted her look more. She was heart-stoppingly gorgeous and he had to remind himself on more than one occasion to breathe, just breathe. He wasn't going to press for a last name. If he wanted one that bad, he could simply flash his badge at the townfolk and sooner or later one of them would cough it up. Though at the moment, that was the furthest thing from his mind.
"There's nothing to be sorry about." He to break the ice in a more non-conventional way. "Reminds me of the time I got in a fight with a really big guy, and he said, "I'm going to mop the floor with your face." I said, "You'll be sorry." He said, "Oh, yeah? Why?" I said, "Well, you won't be able to get into the corners very well." He managed to keep a perfectly straight face as he said that. "Look, let me make it up to you. You know where everything around here is. How about I take you to lunch tommorrow? My treat.
Sky's the limit. You can't even consider that a date. You do that with out of town relatives you don't even like." He grinned at that last statement. He hadn't been out in... God, it was way too long and he was certainly rusty at this. It was easier when he was married. Even if your partner disliked you, they had to be seen in public with you. Now though, if she agreed, he would have to not only dress to impress but keep her interested. Quite a daunting task. He would have to approach it the way he would an unstable unsub on a case.
tagged: Divine/Open
outfit: here.
words: 764
notes: ooooohhhh.
[/blockquote][/color] |
|
|
|
Post by divine on Oct 17, 2010 23:52:45 GMT -8
Divine had not been on any successful dates since her move to Mystic Falls. It wasn’t as if she expected the men to come lining up, nor did they ever, and she was not usually the one to be plucked out of the throng for romantic endevours. Divine was the girl in the enclave of boys, that seemed to blend in with her surroundings. Divine never made quick friends with many women, she never knew why, it wasn’t as if she did not try. Every girl has that inclination to have herself a support system that understood cravings for chocolate, chick flicks, tampons and PMS. But honestly, beyond that, Dee was shunned by her own sexe. In highschool it went deeper than that, she sometimes felt like a matchmaker, and found it rather strange to watch the girls play the game of pursuit and to have the men follow. She was no witch and she did not understand the bespelling of lure. God, she could almost hear her mothers chidings. But, there was something interesting about Nick that kept her standing there infront of him.
No, it wasn’t love at frst sight, Divine is something of a realist and as she’d put it, not that much of a chick for that leg of thought. It was just that the lilt of his speech reminded her of…herself, not in a completely narcissistic vein but, her way of speaking freely was usually disarming to most. At the bar, she was atuned to listening, and when she did speak, it was just when the liquor had loosened ones mind against judgement, when their shoulders rolled back instead of hunched up near their ears. Other times people had come under so much stress that spilling their guts was the only therapy they needed, and all they wanted in return was reassurance from Divine that, things were still as they were, that troubles could be reduced and handled or, that another drink was going to try to convince them of such.
Shifting on her sneakered feet she glances over her shoulder at the path she’d been jogging every morning for two years, then back at Nick, pursing her lips under a lazy smile she briefly jutted her chin out to him in a challenge, not giving herself too much time to harp on it as reflex and spontaneity was Divines spice to her way of living.
“Come on.” She says and begins to walk a little ahead of him towards the direction of Browsers. “I’ve only been here two years but, this place has it’s perks. I was only here for a week before I found this place, with all the oh em gee spooky ghost stories that go around here, I had to check. The library is well stocked mind you.” She continued as she waited for him at the crosswalk, looking over her shoulder again. “But I like to keep books more than I like to borrow them.”
|
|
