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Feb 15, 2019 22:41:23 GMT
Post by Everett King on Feb 15, 2019 22:41:23 GMT
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Tuesdays at Tuesdays were generally the days Everett received his favorite visitors. Sometimes it was Drew dropping in for a meal and a briefing, or mutants in need of help that he'd sent Ever's way, or just the lucky ones that had found him through rumors. He couldn't always tell who was a mutant and who wasn't, for obvious reasons not a lot of people were comfortable saying anymore, but generally Ever didn't care who walked in his door looking for help. Every Tuesday night at Tuesdays meals were free, and everyone and their dog was welcome. Human, mutant and yes, even animals, were welcome to eat from Everett's table. Those were the nights he passed on food supplies and information without worry of appearing suspicious. The atmosphere was always more casual and it warmed Ever's soul to be able to sit and talk with his customers as they ate.
He'd excused himself from dinner (he always joined in after cooking) and dismissed his small group of staff, and was mulling around the kitchen getting care packages ready. He had three mutants that he knew of eating dinner, two of them were regulars, and all three would be sent home with a bundle. The unfortunate thing was Everett couldn't help unless he knew who was human and who was not, and it wasn't a question he could exactly go around asking anymore - it meant anyone coming to him had to take the first step. He couldn't take the risk of miscalculating. He took the time to change out of his work uniform as well before heading back into the dining area. Most of the smaller tables were empty already and as he glanced to the buffet table he saw it was running low. Most people would be clearing out soon. After doing a quick round to chat with a remaining patrons and drop off his care packages, plus a few extra so as not to appear suspicious, Everett stole a table in the corner and sat back to let the ambient noise of his restaurant wash over him with his eyes closed. He was so tired.
He wasn't expecting any more customers this late so when the telltale chime at the door sounded he suppressed a tired sigh but automatically began with, 'Welcome to Tuesdays!' The words nearly died on his lips when he saw the figure in the doorway but he managed to finish and hopefully not falter too much as he smiled. Finding Erika Bellefonte in his restaurant was setting off all kinds of ridiculous and worrying alarm bells - he hadn't heard from her since the academy, and from what Andrew had said, neither had he. It was a shocking coincidence and Everett knew it was best not to overreact to her presence, no matter how much he wanted to. Even having the other mutants recognize her seemed like too much of a risk - considering how she'd dropped off the radar she was obviously in hiding of some sort.
'Come in,' he swept an arm out invitingly. There's plenty of food left, why don't you help yourself and I'll get a table for you." Without waiting to see if she'd comply, or if she'd say anything at all, Everett turned away. There really wasn't much to say at all, was there? The man walked as evenly as he was able to a table in the far corner, quickly clearing it away and pulling out the back chair for Erika, the one that would put her back to the wall and give her a view of the front door and rest of the restaurant. Assuming she'd be able to make her way there on her own, Everett walked away without another glance. Instead he busied himself with another round of his other customers, paying attention to them, subtly asking them when they planned to take off, and altogether trying to refocus attention away from the sudden, late visitor. He'd circle back to her later.
Thunder keeps roaming, trees keep growing but I'm, not in place. Vines keep hanging, leaves keep falling but I'm still not in place. And I've been waiting for you all ,all night. Oh I've been waiting for you and i feel so sad inside. [newclass=".boldtext b"]font-family:PT Sans; color: #2BE9B0;[/newclass] |
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People are capable of kindness beyond angels yet we also commit sins that would put a demon to shame
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Feb 15, 2019 23:01:03 GMT
Post by Erika Bellefonte on Feb 15, 2019 23:01:03 GMT
[googlefont="Krub"] [attr="class","boldtext1"] SHE HAD A WHISKEY-SIPPING Skinny dipping smile Erika hadnât made a habit of expecting to see any familiar faces while out on the road. Naturally, it happened from time to time, but it became a rarer and rarer sight to behold. Even so, Everett King was the last person sheâd expected to see along the coastline of California. The feelings that should have been connected with not just the name, but the face that followed with it did not surface, and the only reaction that spilled across the telekineticâs feature was the gentle lift of a perfectly arched eyebrow. She was not blind to the reaction the male showed, though she supposed she could hardly blame him for it. If nothing else, he was allowed to be as surprised as anyone else would have-and any other negative or positive emotion that might have stirred within. Rather than making a move to agree or disagree, the femaleâs brown orbs simply followed the movement of the slender male as he turned away, seemingly abruptly busy with work and things to tend to. Brown eyes then swept across the room, immediately counting the windows and taking note of the nearest exits as she made her way towards her assigned table: Sheâd heard about Tuesdays, though had wanted to check it out for herself before relying the information to Felix or Ellen. The flat of her palm slid across the tableâs smooth surface as she sat down, once again allowing her eyes to take in her surroundings: it almost seemed as if she was purposely being ignored. Curious. [newclass=".boldtext1 b"]font-family:Krub; color: #ce9b40;[/newclass] |
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Feb 15, 2019 23:25:51 GMT
Post by Everett King on Feb 15, 2019 23:25:51 GMT
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The lack of reaction he spotted on Erika's features was surprising but not altogether hurtful. Not at this stage, not after what he'd done, and how they'd ended up leaving things. Add on to the fact that their relationship really wasn't one of his priorities right then meant it was easy enough to brush off any disappointment at not even receiving a smile, and converting it to worry. Still he took his time, finishing the last of his rounds and farewell-ing two of the mutants out the door before turning back to his latest charge. He could treat her like any other customer, it seemed from the split-second encounter they'd had, and her silence, that Erika would prefer that.
Since she hadn't stopped to grab a plate Everett took the liberty of doing so for her, piling it high with a little bit of everything so she could pick and choose. Fries, grilled fish, bacon-wrapped chicken, spaghetti carbonara and a salad were all included. He made a whole separate plate of dessert foods, mainly chocolates and nothing too sweet, before returning to her table and placing them in front of her. 'Eat,' he instructed, a little more forcefully at this time. That was why she was here, right? 'It's kind of a condition of the place.' He smiled distractedly to himself, wondering if Erika guessed that he was the owner, or even really cared. He was trying to read her face but everything was carefully blank. He'd seen her do it before but not often, the Erika he'd known had been wonderfully emotional. A little lost yes, but trying and growing. He didn't want to pry, but he didn't see any of that in her eyes now.
Making a decision Everett grabbed the remaining chair and pivoted it, sitting down backwards to brace his elbows against the backrest. He picked a chip off Erika's plate and began eating with relish. Bragging about his own cooking wasn't something Everett did, and he figured it was mainly because he'd skipped lunch, but damn they tasted good. Next he took a crouton from the salad and made a happy little noise as he crunched it. 'I take it you're not here to see me,' he said, not taking the time to be bashful about it. 'Are you by yourself? Are you ok?'
Thunder keeps roaming, trees keep growing but I'm, not in place. Vines keep hanging, leaves keep falling but I'm still not in place. And I've been waiting for you all ,all night. Oh I've been waiting for you and i feel so sad inside. [newclass=".boldtext b"]font-family:PT Sans; color: #2BE9B0;[/newclass] |
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People are capable of kindness beyond angels yet we also commit sins that would put a demon to shame
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Feb 16, 2019 11:14:10 GMT
Post by Erika Bellefonte on Feb 16, 2019 11:14:10 GMT
[googlefont="Krub"] [attr="class","boldtext1"] SHE HAD A WHISKEY-SIPPING Skinny dipping smile Eventually, though, Everett returned to the table, though not doing so empty handed. The amount of food he brought was rather ridiculous, but she saw no reason to comment on it. No, there was little point in being rude. Her head tilted curiously at the plate, brown orbs scanning its content: He'd always been a great cook, so the brunette saw no reason to distrust its taste. "Very well." She responded, her hand coming up to grab a fork and poking at the bacon wrapped chicken. It was only when the movement of the chair echoed through the empty room that Erika's eyes lifted. For a moment, her brows furrowed in confusion. The confusion was quickly replaced by mild amusement as the male started helping himself off of her plate. With pursed lips, Erika used the fork to pull off a piece of the chicken and guide it to her mouth. "That would imply I'd know you'd be here in the first place." She commented idly once she was done chewing. The next question was a little loaded, though: While she honestly doubted that Everett was capable of turning his back on his kind, she hadn't gotten this far by being careless. Instead of replying, the female pursed her lips and gazed about the room: It was a fine establishment. And from the look of things, it seemed to be going rather well. If the customers she'd seen leave was any indicator. "You always wanted to own your own restaurant, didn't you? A shame it took the end of the world for it to happen." Poking at the chicken once more, she pulled off another piece. [newclass=".boldtext1 b"]font-family:Krub; color: #ce9b40;[/newclass] |
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Post by Everett King on Feb 17, 2019 6:12:06 GMT
[googlefont="Allura"][googlefont="PT Sans"] SET THE SKY ON FIRE burn the night away [attr="class","boldtext"] Everett continued to help himself to little morsels off her plate, waiting for Erika to make the first move. She'd come to him, not him him as she'd said, but she'd obviously heard about Tuesdays and was here for a reason. The chances of her choosing this restaurant on this night by chance were slim to none. He'd learned over the years that he didn't need to push or needle for information, sooner or later it'd all come to light and until then he was happy to munch on fries. Over the years Everett had become much more confident in his own skin; sitting back and lettings things take their course was definitely not something he would have been able to do three years ago. Especially if Erika had been the one involved. Now, sitting across the table from him, Everett found the same sorrowful worry that tightened his stomach every time one of his kind found him, but nothing more.
It wasn't a surprise when Erika dodged his questions - they'd been pointed for a reason, and know he knew exactly how under the radar she was trying to fly. Of course another option would be just that she didn't want to tell him specifically, but he hoped that wasn't a case. He let the questions drop, knowing asking again would only get the same response. "World's still turning, far as I see it," Everett replied seriously, looking down at the chicken Erika poked at. "Little shaken up maybe but we'll get back on track. Always do." After refusing to answer his questions, her bringing up his apparent new success made him hope she wasn't implying that she thought he'd sold out their kind to afford it. The thought made him sick to his stomach - both even considering it, and the fact that maybe Erika thought him capable of it. "I never was business-savvy." And he'd never wanted to be. Never wanted to be in the kind of money he had right now either, but unfortunately circumstances demanded otherwise. Most of it he donated or passed off. Drew's idea of a little help was much more substantial than his. "You know me, my heart's in the cooking. And a little bit of heart can turn the world around." He laced his fingers together and leaned in. "That is why you're here isn't it? You're looking for a little heart too?"
Thunder keeps roaming, trees keep growing but I'm, not in place. Vines keep hanging, leaves keep falling but I'm still not in place. And I've been waiting for you all ,all night. Oh I've been waiting for you and i feel so sad inside. [newclass=".boldtext b"]font-family:PT Sans; color: #2BE9B0;[/newclass] |
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Post by Erika Bellefonte on Feb 17, 2019 7:41:15 GMT
[googlefont="Krub"] [attr="class","boldtext1"] SHE HAD A WHISKEY-SIPPING Skinny dipping smile She couldnât blame him for holding onto hope. While the world usually survived, and its people alongside with it, it was the first time the world had dealt with mutants, and it seemed hellbent on getting rid of them all. âIt will, I agree, but that doesnât mean weâll still be a part of it once it does.â she offered with a shrug. Quirking her brow at him, Erika had to agree: Everett had never struck her as particularly business savvy, but then, she wouldnât necessarily consider him reliable, either, from what she could remember. Perhaps it was different now, and perhaps he had grown. It hardly mattered, though. âSo, does that mean you donât own the place?â she asked, gazing around once more. Pursing her lips, Erika considered his question: In truth, she was only here because she wanted to scope the place out. It was important, not only to her own survival, to have knowledge about the city, and the people within it. This particular city seemed to have more mutants around than what she normally saw. âNo.â she replied with a short shake of her head. âCuriosity, mostly, but otherwise just scoping the place out. Getting to know my surroundings.â Sheâd stopped searching for heart five years ago. Leaning back in her chair, Erika folded her hands together across the table. âSearching for anything more meaningful is the quickest way to get yourself killed.â she offered simply, her tone soft, though her expression remained detached, calculating. [newclass=".boldtext1 b"]font-family:Krub; color: #ce9b40;[/newclass] |
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Feb 17, 2019 23:46:08 GMT
Post by Everett King on Feb 17, 2019 23:46:08 GMT
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âOh we will be.â The easy confidence Everett spoke with was belied by the hard edge to his eyes. Mutants had been around long enough to leave their mark. There were painters and artists, musicians and scientists. Theyâre changed the world and he had to believe there was a place for them in it, one day. The fact that Erika didnât troubled him. He understood why sheâd lost hope after everything sheâd been through, but the Bellefonte name was something still looked to for guidance and inspiration. She could easily become a figurehead for the coming rebellion, whether she wanted a part in it or not. Everett didnât know what he wanted her to do, but he did know heâd rather see her as a leader instead of a martyr. âAnd yes, I own it. Earned every penny myself too - charity was never my thing. I take care of the people and the food, but Iâve got a man on the side that does the boring stuff. Money, taxes, that shit.â Not that he wasnât eternally grateful for Drew and his skills. Ever just wasnât so keen on it himself. It was actually a bit of a relief to leave most of it to someone else and just do the things he loved. And this way, he didnât feel like he was working for the man. âDo you know why this place is named Tuesdays?â He asked conversationally, pushing away from his chair and standing up. Erika may have given up hope but Everett never would; it was part of what made him, him; and it was what had given more than one hungry mutant a full belly. Erika included.
Everett arched an eyebrow,, trying not to look too pleased with himself. âOh? You know the best runaways keep their ears open for rumours. You must have been real deep to not hear of this place. Or really lucky to find it anyway, I guess.â He chuckled quietly. âMaybe itâs fate, because you found me on a Tuesday. And on Tuesdays, anything is possible.â He left abruptly again and returned a few minutes later to hopefully still see Erika where heâd left her. He had two wrapped bundles under his arm which he deposited on the table. They werenât wrapped perfectly but âthe end of the worldâ wasnât really the best time to be worried about it. One contained foods in reusable containers, some leftovers of what had been served tonight plus muesli bars, dried banana chips and other non-perishables. The other package had blankets, socks and scarves. Some were hand-knitted - Everett kept up the hobby when he could - and some were store brought. They werenât the best quality but he hadnât had complaints before. Heâd also given Erika more than one person needed, assuming she wasnât surviving alone despite her reluctance to answer his questions. âFor example, itâs entirely possible to meet a handsome stranger with enough heart to go around.â
He resumed his seat, this time sitting on it properly and stretched out his long legs with a groan. âAh, my feet,â he sighed. âYou never really realise how long youâve been on them until you sit down.â What he needed tonight was a nice, long bath. The thought crossed his mind that something he still took so lightly, like a bath, was not what Erika would be going home to. If she even had a place to call home anymore. Extending an invitation would be useless, sheâd question his motives and ultimately turn him down, but Everett wanted to do as much as he could anyway. âI know I donât have the right to judge how you decide to cope, but are you...alright? You donât seem like yourself and frankly itâs a little worrying.â He made the split-second choice to slip Drew into the conversation. The old feelings of jealously werenât there anymore, and he hoped Erika might be more inclined to trust in him and the help he could offer. âMy money-man would probably be worried too - the two of you were close after all. Maybe he can help you, If I canât. If I can tell him you came by?â He would, of course, respect her wishes whatever she decided. But though they hadnât been close in years, Everett couldnât resist the urge to try and help.
Thunder keeps roaming, trees keep growing but I'm, not in place. Vines keep hanging, leaves keep falling but I'm still not in place. And I've been waiting for you all ,all night. Oh I've been waiting for you and i feel so sad inside. [newclass=".boldtext b"]font-family:PT Sans; color: #2BE9B0;[/newclass] |
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People are capable of kindness beyond angels yet we also commit sins that would put a demon to shame
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Post by Erika Bellefonte on Feb 22, 2019 9:28:10 GMT
[googlefont="Krub"] [attr="class","boldtext1"] SHE HAD A WHISKEY-SIPPING Skinny dipping smile Erika wasn't certain whether she found the confidence comforting or just sad: In a way, she supposed it was good that some people still remained hopeful, while another, much larger part of her thought that it was all rather pointless, but then, she had never been one who judged the way others chose to live their lives. "Mmm." she simply mused. Once again, the brunette found herself looking out over the establisment: It was impressive that he'd managed to create something like this out of nothing. Though, it was probably more surprising because he'd never struck her as the consistent type. He'd always gone and done whatever he pleased, whenever he pleased. Unlike many others she knew, Everett had never seen content to remain in the same place for long. "I don't, no." She replied as she looked back at him, her head tilting. "Though, that is hardly surprising." She added dryly. The brunette's eyes narrowed slightly at the dry humor presented, though offered no other reaction. Her eyes followed him as he stood, and dropped to the packages placed upon the table. "That's one way of putting it, though, I haven't been in town for long." In truth, they'd only arrived yesterday. Perhaps it was a chance of luck, if nothing else. She made no move to grab for the items offered, and simply looked at them somewhat quizzically. "You should probably give these to someone who actually need them." After Bellefonte had fallen, she, Ellen and Felix had managed to scrounge up enough family money to last them. Brown eyes lifted once more. "My, haven't you become conceited."
"It's better to feel the exhaustion after the fact, that in the heat of the moment." If you had the time to let yourself feel the exhaustion anyway, but that was a whole different topic for another day. The topic of conversation quickly changed and the telekinetic furrowed her brows, as if confused at the question offered. "Don't I look alright?" She countered, a hand coming up to touch her cheek, then her forehead. "I feel fine." She knew what, exactly, it was he was asking, but then, she didn't exactly see the point in explaining either. It was a trivial thing, that didn't matter one way or another. It was what it was. Something akin to disconnected amusement touched the brunette's features then, and she felt the urge to smile, though refrained from doing so. "I thought you said charity wasn't your thing." She mused, leaning back in her chair and letting the fork fall against the plate. "I don't really see why it would matter one way or another, but I can't exactly stop you either." She offered with a shrug: It was a curious thing: She knew exactly who he was talking about, because who else could there be, but she felt... Nothing. [newclass=".boldtext1 b"]font-family:Krub; color: #ce9b40;[/newclass] |
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Post by Everett King on Mar 6, 2019 1:09:39 GMT
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Everett sat back with his arms crossed looking quite pleased with himself. The sentimental man hadnât been able to help himself when naming the restuarant - symbolism and imagery might as well have been his kink. That, and conspiracy theories, which he now seemed to find himself deliciously a part of. âTuesday is derived from Tyr, one of the Nordic Gods. Specifically,â he found his lips curling into a smirk, he is God of War and Justice.â He wanted to quiz Erika further and ask why he might have chosen such a name, but he didnât. Part of him wanted it to be obvious, wanted Erika as flat and listless as she seemed, to recognise the new spark of fighting spirit in his eyes. Another part of him was worried sheâd laugh at him and call him a complete dork - which he actually wouldnât mind if it made Erika react at all beyond the minute pleasantries sheâd been giving so far. He couldnât fathom that she disliked him that much, though it was rightly deserved. In that moment he was trying to maintain an outlook of making sure she was fine first, then grieving their obviously lost connection later in private. Heâd known what heâd been giving up, and heâd moved on in his own way. Didnât mean it didnât hurt to be looked at so blankly though.
âI suppose Iâll have to forgive you then,â he said, carefully not asking how long she planned on staying. Not like sheâd tell him anyway. âWell, Tuedays at Tuesdays - try to remember it hey? My door is always open to you and...anyone else you know what might be in a similar situation.â He flexed his jaw at Erikaâs apparent refusal. The Bellefonte family had, had money to the power of infinity so perhaps Erika did have some still in her name, but that didnât concern Ever. Money had never been something he put much worth it, even now that he had it. Still sporting threadbare jeans and faded shirts whenever he could, youâd never guess heâd come into money of his own. Not mega-rich proportions, but his eyes still bugged out of his head whenever Drew sent one of his âlittleâ cheques. And the profits from his restaurant werenât anything to sniff at either in his opinion. âFar as I can see it, you could use them. And if you canât, perhaps youâll find someone who can. I wash my hands of it, do with them what you will.â Whatever happened, he was stubborn enough to insist that she wouldnât be leaving the store without them. Even if she then dumped them on his front step and ran. At least he would have tried.
Everett tapped one long finger against the table, smiling softly. âI like to think of it as confidence actually. And a long time coming, too.â His self-deprecating and ridiculously selfless nature hadnât been well-kept secrets in the past. And to an extent he still harboured those traits; but he hoped his growth was obvious too.
âYou donât look alright,â he answered, leaving little room for argument. âHell youâre not even acting alright. Maybe itâs just because you hate me, and thatâs fine, but you donât have to lie about it. Right now this âErika âIâm dead insideâ Bellefonteâ is not you at all.â His brows furrowed as he debated how far he could actually push while remaining somewhat respectful. They hadnât seen each other in months and he had no delusions that he still meant anything to Erika - his concern was most likely unwanted. Unfortunately it was just his nature. He breathed out through his nose and sat back into the chair, deciding to leave it for the time being. âOf course you couldâ He changed the subject with a laugh. âJust ask me not too. If I didnât care what you wanted I wouldnât have bothered asking for permission.â His gaze cut to Erikaâs. âWhat do you want me to do?â
Thunder keeps roaming, trees keep growing but I'm, not in place. Vines keep hanging, leaves keep falling but I'm still not in place. And I've been waiting for you all ,all night. Oh I've been waiting for you and i feel so sad inside. [newclass=".boldtext b"]font-family:PT Sans; color: #2BE9B0;[/newclass] |
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Post by Erika Bellefonte on Mar 9, 2019 14:51:37 GMT
[googlefont="Krub"] [attr="class","boxhover"] SHE HAD A WHISKEY-SIPPING SKINNY DIPPING SMILE [attr="class","boldtext2"]"Ah." She simply commented: She supposed it was fitting in a way, and tacky enough that it worked, too. Even Erika could notice the change within Everett's eyes: It was a curious thing, if nothing else, but not enough to front any kind of reaction. This new world had changed them allâit would be foolish to think it wouldn't change even the most naive of them.
Once again, the telekinetic found herself looking over the room: She was glad she had come at such a late time. While she didn't know how many people usually gathered here, she couldn't imagine that it would be considered anywhere safe to be hanging around larger numbers of mutants. All it took was one skittish mutant to reveal them all. "I'll be sure to pass the message alongâif I find anyone else in a similar situation." It wasn't her secret to share.
The telekinetic made no move to pick up the bundles, despite the male's insistence. She didn't need them, nor did she really see a point in carrying them around if she didn't. It would only slow her downâand make heads turn. "I think you're better suited to find someone who needs them." She mused, brown eyes flickering about the room. "I'm not the one who owns a restaurant."
Curiously, the brunette tilted her head: "I don't hate you." A small smile that didn't quite reach the brunette's eyes crossed her lips just as a chuckle found its way past her lips. "Erika, 'I'm dead inside' Bellefonte." She repeated. "Sounds like someone we know." Well, except the name was different, of course. Elsa had always been the more dispassionate of the two. "Well." She quickly added. "Knew." She finished, slightly amused. She wondered how much of it had been made public, or how much of it had spread. She briefly wondered if anyone even cared: The Bellefonte family hadn't been the only family to fall that night.
It was a fair question, that he offered. Though, in truth, it made no difference whatsoever. Her words still rang true: She couldn't really stop him if he truly wanted to tell someone where she was. It was always a risk, running into familiar faces. "Feel free to tell him." She simply said instead. She furrowed her brows at that, as if considering. "But please do not make the mistake of thinking that he can help: He can't." [newclass=".boldtext2 b"]font-family:Krub; color: #7a4d6e;[/newclass] [newclass=".elite"]width:200px;height:30px;background-color:#7a4d6e;float:left;margin-left:-120px;text-transform:uppercase;font-family;Krub;font-size:9px;line-height:30px;color:#fff;margin-top:30px;text-shadow:1.5px 1.5px #000;[/newclass] [newclass=.boxhover]height:200px;width:500px;background-color:#333333;-webkit-transition-duration:.3s;-moz-transition-duration:.3s;transition-duration:.3s;[/newclass] [newclass=.boxhover:hover]background-color:#f5de6e;-webkit-transition-duration:1s;-moz-transition-duration:1s;transition-duration:1s;opacity:0.5;[/newclass] |
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Post by Everett King on Mar 29, 2019 3:02:33 GMT
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Heâd thought himself quite clever coming up with the name but it wasnât a surprise that Erika was nowhere near as impressed. He resisted the urge to pout, though the desire was there, and settled for rolling his eyes. Well, he thought it was clever â but if he explained it to everyone that walked through the door it would be anything but. He wasnât the most skilled conspiracy theorist. Everett enjoyed talking and gossiping too much to ever make a good spy or agent. On the other hand though he made an excellent informant.
âThatâs all I ask,â he conceded. âDonât cause trouble for yourself with it â just know the doorâs always open.â Even as he said it he was half certain heâd never see Erika again. There was no sense of finality to their conversation but...he couldnât sense any pull either. There was nothing that would draw Erika back to this place, not while she was in hiding and supposedly didnât need any help. Knowing that, he was trying to make things run as smoothly as he could, but he also wasnât about it give up easily. âI have,â he replied. âMany, in fact. Thatâs kind of the gist of the place....you feel me? Stop being such a damn martyr and take the shit. Itâs nothing fancy but itâs stuff you can use and itâll mean at least one less trip to a shop where someone might recognise you. Itâs not about whether you need it. You can use it, so you should put your pride aside for a damn minute and just take it. I wouldnât have offered if I didnât have enough to go around.â At this point he had his elbows braced on the table and was scowling (not too harshly) in her direction. He rapped his knuckles against the table, as if he were an auctioneer closing a deal. âIâm not trying to solve all your problems or say you canât take care of yourself, Iâm just trying to do you a favor.â
He tactfully decided not to mention the small laugh when Erika confirmed her sister had perished. It wasnât a surprise but the confirmation hollowed his chest out slightly. He and Elsa hadnât been particularly close â few had been, truth be told, but heâd cared for her in his own way. âIâm sorry to hear that.â He tried not to be too obvious that he was watching her reaction. âIâd heard rumours that you were the last Bellefonte.â Deciding not to ask whether it was true or not wasnât a hard choice. Chances were sheâd give him a vague non-answer anyway. âI lost Gabriel too.â It wasnât much of a consolation and he didnât think itâd make either of them feel better, but he wanted to be able to share the experience in some way. To help shoulder it.
âHe probably canât fix anything, no.â Drew would certainly try though. A small smile slid onto his features at the mental image of him revealing the news to his âfriendâ. Heâd make it really dramatic too. âBut he could definitely help, just like I can. Weâre not going to swoop down in capes trying to fix your life for you, but Iâm sure the both of us can try to make things even a little easier. In the end I know weâd at least want to try.â
Thunder keeps roaming, trees keep growing but I'm, not in place. Vines keep hanging, leaves keep falling but I'm still not in place. And I've been waiting for you all ,all night. Oh I've been waiting for you and i feel so sad inside. [newclass=".boldtext b"]font-family:PT Sans; color: #2BE9B0;[/newclass] |
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