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Post by ( EVENTS ) on Feb 14, 2010 4:40:56 GMT -5
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preston collins! this is where your date for the valentine's day mixer is taking place! so grab a seat, cozy up and have a wonderful valentine's day! this thread will be open until 5 AM on FEBRUARY 28th. [/center] |
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Post by annie on Feb 14, 2010 17:51:31 GMT -5
 “So… Let me see if I got this straight. You’re going on a date with a guy you don’t know?!” Mike asked, skillfully twirling the steerwheel in a way Rose had never seemed to be able to grasp, no matter how many times he tried to teach her. His voice was full of poorly disguised humour, as he quite blatantly tortured poor Rose - something that had happened all the way from her house until now. What on earth had she done to deserve this?! ”I mean, you turned me down and you go off “Valentining” with a guy you don’t know?!” Oh!, that - right. She’d turned him down. Still, she didn’t deserve it. At least she didn’t think she did. She stared at Mike for a second and scoffed lightly, her large eyes examining his countenance with a slight frown. ”Oh, for Christ’s sake, Mike! Mathilda would murder me even if I wanted to. Which I did and do not. Since, as much as I like you, dating my boss would be too awkward for words.” she replied indignantly. Then she met Mike’s eye, full of mischief and, for the thousandth time, burst into that fruity laughter that was so Roseish - though this one time, the laugh had a slight tinge of relief.
He was making fun of her, the insufferable boy. Again. And, as usual, she’d totally bought it.
Because there was no denying that Rose was the most gullible being in the world. And, as soon as Mike and the rest of her co-workers had found out about this particular trait of Miss Wilde’s persona, they’d used it, and re-used it, and then squeezed the life out of it. Just because it was apparently so much fun to do so.
Ha. Ha. Ha. Not.
”You. Moron!” she cried, nudging him with her elbow as Mike broke into a fit of laughter himself. ”Oh, come on - it wasn’t that funny!” But they both chuckled yet for a good while - Mike for a good deal longer than Rose, of course. She just couldn’t help it - Mike was just so nice to be around. Pity he was just that - too nice. Too nice to survive the occasional outburst of anger, or to sustain her when she needed it. A shadow crossed her eyes instantly as she rewinded…
Two weeks prior to this, when she’d first seen the “Valentine Mixer Sign Up” voucher thing, she’d laughed. Heartily. She didn’t need a blind date - that was just too silly, even for her. But, when that first week passed by, she’d started staring at the announcement in the announcement board in a somewhat affectionate way. It was a good idea. It meant people meeting other people. It meant potential fun, potential awkwardness, potential finding one’s true love - fat chance, but still. And, when the sign-up had been almost ending, she’d realized she being dumb. Terribly so. She was acting in a way she usually condemned - the stuck up, I’m-So-Much-Better-Than-You way. And so, she’d headed herself to the Sign Ups and added her name, “Rose Charis Wilde”, in a fluorescent green pen with a gigantic flourish.
Now that had been much better.
Now however, things weren’t so good. What if Mike was right?!, and her date was some crazed up psycho with a fetish for short girls?! It was a frightening idea, to say the least. Still, Rose hoped - she prayed - it wouldn’t be some neurotic bloke. I mean, Chase wasn’t a bad name. It sounded… decent. Well, truthfully it sounded jock-e-ish - Zac Efron in High School Musical like. Still, she liked Zac Efron. He was nice. Maybe she got lucky and Chase would be nice too.
Before she even knew it, they had arrived.
”Thanks Mike - you’re the bestest!” she sang whimsically , leaning over and pressing an affectionate kiss on the elder boy’s cheek. ”I know - it’s tough being so wonderful.” he replied, a mocking smirk tugging at his lips. However, before she left the car, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back, all traces of a smile vanishing from his countenance. ”If anything goes wrong, call me. I don’t want to lose my best employee, okay?” Mike’s tone was dead serious now and Rose nodded, swallowing a little. Mike could be pretty dominant when he wanted to. ”That a girl.” She smiled back at him, relieved that he was smiling himself. He let go off her wrist and waved a goodbye at her, waiting before she entered MY LITTLE PIZZERIA before going off to his business.
Rose closed the door after herself, a slight knot on her stomach, feeling like an abandoned child as she searched for any potential Chases. The restaurant was cozy - not as cozy as Goro's, though, she thought, smiling a bit to herself, all her waitressy loyalty emerging. However, it was a very nice place indeed. Very homey, all in woodsy and warm colours, the very sort she had on her own room. Her large eyes fled from table to table, excluding all the couples and searching for anyone who was sitting alone - or looking like it. When she did, her heart fell to her feet: the only individual of the male gender that was alone… was a kid. He looked as if he was ten or so - one much too young to enter the dating world. She stole a glance at her cellphone to check the time and her fears were confirmed - she was late. She even double checked, putting herself on the tip of her toes to see if there was any other potential Chase candidates around - to find that there were none whatsoever.
Good God.
Hesitantly, Rose made way to the kid sitting alone, a slightly anxious look on her face as she dodged waiters and waitresses to get there, almost in a daze - the sort of lousy feeling one had when your stomach was empty and butterflies decided to assault it. She barely even saw where she was headed anymore. When she arrived to the table, she managed to find the strength in herself to ask the boy, in a tone she hoped was motherly and grown up enough: ”I’m sorry to interrupt, dearest.” she started, her British accent rolling on the tip of her tongue, her head tilting slightly to the left. ”But what is your name…?”
The kid - that had been a bit too occupied cutting and gobbling up his pizza to even notice her approaching - shifted his gaze from his pizza and stared up at her as if she were the spawn of satan or something of the same sort. Evidently, Rose thought bitterly, the “don’t-talk-to-strangers” note was brushing through his brain. But he did answer, a slightly uncomfortable look slapped on his face, as if this were some sort of quiz and there was a wrong answer that he might pick by mistake. ”Jayson..?”
Rose was fairly certain she gave a very girly squeal somewhere at this point.
She rushed towards the door, ascertaining her cell from her purse as she prepared to call Mike and beg him to come fetch her - since she couldn’t drive a car to save her life and would not catch a cab at this time of the night for the life in her. However, amidst all this confusion, she collided against someone who was coming into the pizzeria - being thrown back and landing rather painfully on her derrière.
”Ouch!” she moaned, flinching and inhaling sharply at the pain.
N O T E S & & ohmygosh!, i like this post O.O
W O R D & C O U N T & & around one thousand three hundredish
O U T F I T & & outfit
T A G & & chase collins
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Post by chase on Feb 15, 2010 17:17:37 GMT -5
 pull me up a chair ,and keep your money
This was probably among the stupidest things Chase had ever done in his life—and he had done a lot of stupid things in his short life, the least of which involved attempting to replicate scenes from Jackass. He had earned quite a few scars—both physical and emotional—from those replications. But even those paled in comparison to the stupidity of signing himself up for the Valentine’s Day Mixer.
For one thing, Chase was not the “blind date” sort of guy. He liked getting to know a girl before he submitted himself to going somewhere alone with her, especially somewhere alone with her in public where people would be able to observe if—well, when, actually; there was no if about it—he embarrassed himself. He had no idea what this Rose chick (he wasn’t even sure if that was his name; he had only looked at the list once before he left) was into and if he would offend her by insulting something she really liked.
And what exactly was expected of him in this situation, hm? Was it supposed to just be a “whatever” kind of date that was actually just a way to make new friends? Or was it supposed to be a date date where he actually had to try and impress her? He certainly hoped it was the former and not the latter, because there was just something a little…off about trying to date someone he didn’t even know, even if she obviously went to his school and couldn’t be an axe murderer or female rapist or something like that.
All in all, it was entirely nerve-wracking, and he ended up asking his parents for advice, which made him feel really stupid and childlike, but he knew that if he asked his friends they would tell him that he should bring a condom or something and that really was not his intent. In the end, though, his parents didn’t end up being too much more helpful, although they were at least less perverted. His dad just teased him about how pathetic he was that he needed his school to set him up on a date with a girl. His step-mother tried to get him to dress up really nicely and take pictures, even after Chase told her about fifty times that the date was at a pizza parlor, for Christ’s sake, and he would look like a moron if he dressed up for the occasion.
In the end, he had to kind of blindly guess at what he was supposed to do. He showered, of course—that was a given—and combed his hair so that it wasn’t as wild as it usually was. He wasn’t sure whether he should bother with cologne or not—he usually didn’t—and decided to compromise by using only a little so that it was barely obvious. As for clothes, he just put on the same kind of thing he wore to school every day: screen tee, jeans, and a hoodie. His step-mom could tsk, tsk all she wanted, but he really didn’t even have any other options anyways, and he didn’t think going shopping for new clothes was worth it. He did, however, put on matching Chucks and a matching watch, so maybe this chick could be impressed by his ability to color coordinate? Eh, whatever. Just before he stepped out the door, he remembered to grab his wallet, and checked to make sure he had an appropriate amount of money—just in case she was one of those girls who refused to pay or something, although Chase had never really dealt with any of those, surprisingly enough.
It was a relatively nice day outside, albeit a little cold, and Chase actually lived pretty close to My Little Pizzeria, and he had a good bit of time before the date—that was still weird to say, even mentally—so he decided to just walk. It gave him a bit of time to decide what he would say before he got there, and besides, he kind of liked being involved in the hustle-and-bustle of the crowd on the sidewalks. It made him feel like he was a part of something. A very rude, busy something, but something nonetheless. And because he had chosen to do this, he was much calmer by the time he finally made it to the pizzeria.
He flung the door open, relieved to feel the warmth escaping from inside, and stomped his feet at the doorway to get as much of the snow off as he could. As he was doing this, however, he heard his name and, frowning, looked up. It wasn’t like he was the only “Chase” in the world, but when someone he had never met could potentially be looking for him, he figured it was a good time to assume that he was the only one. By the time he discovered the source of his name, the girl who had said it—addressing a child—let out a high-pitched squeal that actually kind of hurt Chase’s ears and made him cringe. He could only imagine how painful it was to the boy who she was right next to.
Just as he was registering how unusual this was, even in New York City, he noticed that she was running straight at him. Well, technically, she was probably running straight at the door, but since he was kind of still in the doorway…yeah, she was running straight at him. And she seemed to be able to get quite a bit of speed up in the short distance from the table to the door, because she reached the doorway before Chase had a chance to really move out of the way. She collided into him and, since she had been the one going at a greater speed during the collision—and the one who probably weighed less—she ended up falling backwards, whereas Chase’s balance was only slightly thrown off. He tried to hold out an arm to catch her, but didn’t quite get there in time.
“Oh my god,” he said with a cringe as he squatted down to help her up, “I am so sorry about that. Are you all right?” He was vaguely aware of someone behind him trying to get inside the building and grumbling under his breath about “fucking teenagers screwing up everything,” but he honestly didn’t care at the moment. Apparently New York really was full of insensitive jerks who didn’t even care that a girl had just fallen down and gotten hurt. He rolled his eyes and fought back the urge to flip the guy the bird, instead focusing on the girl.
As he helped her to her feet, though, something clicked in his mind. She had asked that boy whether his name was Chase or not, which had apparently somehow triggered that strange reaction where she ran squealing out the door. Maybe she was this Rose chick he was supposed to meet here? It didn’t seem too likely that there would be more than one person looking for someone named Chase in that exact store at that exact time on that exact date, right? It was possible, of course, but not really plausible. So it wouldn’t hurt to ask, right? So once she was up and whatnot, he did.
“Um, not to sound creeperish or anything, but…would your name happen to be Rose, by any chance? I’m looking for a Rose, and apparently you’re looking for a Chase, and my name is Chase, so…yeah. But if you’re not, just ignore all of that or something,” he added with a nervous laugh.
tagged: rose charis wilde
words: 1260
lyrics: 'a heady tale’ – the fratellis
outfit: clickit
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Post by annie on Feb 17, 2010 8:12:03 GMT -5
That had hurt.
Rose wasn’t the most physically resistant person, given her pocket-sized figure and lack of significant weight on her bones. But she wasn’t one to cry or even fuss about it. I mean, she’d given the tantrums up ever since that one time on the first grade when she’d been on her way weeping to the infirmary with a tiny scratch on one of her knees and some kid dripping blood all over had passed by her - and she’d realized just how ridiculous she was being. Therefore, the most expansive reaction one got from Rose in this case was the “bump” from her butt landing hard on the concrete along with the slight whimper and the fluttering shut of her eyes. If she was going to break, she would rather not see it happening.
Right. That and the fact that her cellphone fell on the floor and broke into at least three different parts.
And then it was over. She breathed in and opened her eyes, a look of relative amusement washing through them as she realized in how very inelegant position she was currently sitting on - her legs all sprawled in front of her as if she were a kid who’d decided the entrance of the restaurant was a nice place to play with the pieces of her cell, or something. And from the discontent complaining she heard somewhere from above, her opinion was apparently shared by the people she was barricading the entrance from. She was preparing to get up on her own when someone crouched down next to her and held out a hand to help her - apparently the person who she’d just tried to run over.
Oh my. Chivalry apparently wasn’t dead. The girl’s eyes stared at the boy with curiosity when he pulled her back to her feet - thanking all angels in heaven that she’d reduced herself to her fun-sized condition and hadn’t resourced to wearing heels, or she’d have found herself clinging to his arm to her dear life, and that might have been as embarrassing as this was amusing.
“I’m all right.”, she replied with a slight smile, letting go off his hand and straightening herself up, pulling the handle of her bag back to her shoulder where it belonged. “And I’m the one who’s sorry - for launching at you like a bloody T.I.R.” Rose threw him a slightly apologetic glance as she carelessly brushed any eventual dust from her hands and legs and pulled the parts of her cellphone closer to her with her feet, so to not be stomped on by any evil-doing-feet. She pursed her lips slightly as she squashed herself against the wall for the complaining folk to go by and made a slight face, before leaning and picking up the parts from her cell, a slight frown on her face as she examined them for any possible damage.
“Hmm…?” Rose’s eyes lifted from her cellphone to the boy - who was apparently still there. And looking mighty awkward. Rose might and would have laughed - hadn’t it been for the fact that he’d been so nice to her only sixty seconds prior. And then light was made.
He was Chase. Her Chase. The one who she’d been looking for when she’d nearly terrified poor Jayson to death. He didn’t look stalkerish at all - a little on the anal side, maybe, but not stalkerish - and he managed to be taller than her. Not that that was a big achievement anyways. “You’re right, love. That does sound a tad creeperish.” She replied, throwing her head back and letting go a light chuckle. And then came the existencial doubt - whether to follow her first instinct - tell him that she wasn’t “Rose” at all and just overall torture him yet for a while - or to just go with the flow and put him at ease with this whole thing. Which would just be a pity, since it would be wasting potential fun.
Of course she could not tell her she wasn’t looking for a Chase - since he’d already heard her asking - and it would be really awkward if she had been looking for a Chase she didn’t know without suffering the high risk of looking terribly - what was the word again…? - creeperish herself.
So she guessed honesty, for once, would have to do.
“But you’re right. I am Rose. Wilde.” She finally replied, a dainty smile appearing on her lips as she straightened herself and held out a hand to him. “How are you?” Awkward? Ya. But she lived for awkward. Awkward, in fact, was just another way of saying “funny” or “interesting”. In Rose's vocabulary, "awkward" was a pretty heavy compliment to one's capability. “So. I guess this means you did not intend to leave me hanging on this place alone conversing with chubby looking kids…?” she gave him a tiny appreciative smile before looking back at the restaurant and the exit. “Em… do we…? I mean. Do we have a date or not?”
Well. Who knew. This once, she had been lucky enough to get a boy who, not only did not look like a pincushion but cleaned up pretty well.
N O T E S & & noneeee =)
W O R D & C O U N T & & one thousandish
O U T F I T & & outfit
T A G & & chase collins
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Post by chase on Feb 20, 2010 23:06:51 GMT -5
pull me up a chair ,and keep your money
Well, this “date” had certainly not started off on the right foot, Chase could tell already. He didn’t have much experience in the realm of dating, but he was pretty sure it wasn’t supposed to begin with pain and broken electronics. As he looked down at the broken cell phone, he winced sympathetically; that wasn’t just the back coming off and the battery popping out, that was something that would actually be difficult to repair. If this were some cheesy romance movie, Chase would conveniently have some mad repair skills and fix it for her with ease. But that was entirely not the case, as he was so technologically inept he could barely work his own phone when it was whole. So he really didn’t know what to do about that.
Luckily, though, that seemed to be the worst part of the situation. As he helped her up, the girl informed him that she was fine. She could have been lying, of course, but Chase couldn’t see why she would lie about that. Maybe to save herself the embarrassment or something, but she didn’t act like she was hurt, so that was good.
He cocked an eyebrow in confusion at her next statement. “And I’m the one who’s sorry—for launching at you like a bloody T.I.R.” What the hell did that even mean? Of course, after a few seconds, he finally registered the fact that her accent wasn’t any of the various American dialects he recognized (and, having lived in one of the most culturally diverse cities in the United States for most of his life, he recognized a lot of them); in fact, she sounded pretty British. That would explain the weird vocabulary. So rather than make himself sound like an idiot with his lack of cultural awareness, he simply smiled and shrugged. “Still. I’m sorry.”
Chase wasn’t the type of guy to judge a girl solely on appearances in most situations, and when he did give ’em the ol’ once-over, he tried his best to be as discreet as possible. So when she stooped down to gather the scattered pieces of her cell phone, he took the opportunity to actually take a look at her. She was certainly pretty—very pretty, actually. But she also seemed…old. Well, not old-old or anything; she definitely still looked like a teenager. But she seemed to be older than Chase. He wasn’t sure if that would be awkward or not, if she turned out to be the Rose he was looking for. Hopefully it wouldn’t be, because she seemed to be a really nice (and pretty) girl, albeit a little clumsy.
When she stood back up, she seemed surprised to see that he was still there, which in turn surprised Chase. He’d have to be a pretty big jerk to just up and leave her right in front of the door with all these morons waiting to get into the store, especially when she was in the compromising position of being pretty much on the floor in front of the door. And then he felt like maybe he was acting really stupidly about the whole thing. His feeling of stupidity increased when she laughed and told him that his question did seem to be a little creeperish. Fuck. He’d really screwed up this time.
But when she admitted to being the Rose he was looking for, Chase was instantly relieved—too relieved to be frustrated or mad at her for playing him like that at first. And then his smile of relief turned into a laugh when she awkwardly held her hand out. At least he wasn’t the only one who found this situation to be painfully awkward. Screw Eisley for coming up with such a dumb system for doing this sort of thing. “Probably better than you, since I haven’t ended up on the floor lately,” he teased lightly as he shook her hand. Maybe if he just treated the whole thing like it was hilarious, it wouldn’t be so bad.
And it seemed that Rose had the same idea. “ So. I guess this means you did not intend to leave me hanging on this place alone conversing with chubby looking kids…?” Chase looked around her to the admittedly round child she had probably deafened with her squeal. He didn’t seem to have noticed much of what had just happened in the slightest; in fact, he didn’t seem to notice much besides his pizza. “I’m sure he has a great personality,” Chase informed her with a grin. “You could have so many great conversations about…well…eating.” It was good that they could joke around like this. He wouldn’t really be able to stand a girl who didn’t have a sense of humor.
Of course, they couldn’t ignore the circumstances of their introductions forever, and it was Rose who brought up the question of whether they were still technically on a date or not. Chase didn’t see why not—it wasn’t like he had anything better to do, really, even if he didn’t want to stay, which he did. So he smiled and replied, “It would appear so, m’lady,” with an exaggerated bow, and then happened to remember the small line of people behind him, awkwardly trying to get past him and into the restaurant. “So, um, with that decided, I think we should maybe find a table before we get trampled. Ah, here’s one.” He gestured to a table that was conveniently located more or less right next to where they were standing.
After that, though, he wasn’t sure what to do. Was he supposed to hold her chair out for her? Or did a restaurant have to have a certain rating for that rule to apply? Could he only do that at a five star restaurant, and not some lame pizzeria? Actually, a better question was, should he order their before they sat down? And if so, was she the sort of girl who refused to let anyone else pay for her meal?
“So, um…” he started awkwardly, “What’ll you be getting?” Yeah. That worked. That way, it seemed like he was just making small talk, but depending on how she answered, she could tell him that she was going to get herself something in a minute, or she could just tell him and not move and he would know that that meant that he would be getting it for her. Damn, he was good.
tagged: rose charis wilde
words: 1072
lyrics: 'a heady tale’ – the fratellis
outfit: clickit
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