I don't believe in destiny, I just do what's best for me.
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Post by Flynn Matthews on Feb 28, 2019 0:05:17 GMT
[googlefont="Dancing Script"] [attr="class","titlequote"]WELL YOU LOOK LIKE YOURSELF [attr="class","titlequote2"]but you're somebody else [attr="class","titlequote3"]ONLY IT AIN'T ON THE SURFACE [attr="class","titlequote2"] Once again Flynn found himself walking through the club district later in the evening. Something told him there to keep coming back here but he never found anyone worth talking to. So far this place had only caused him more troubles but he couldn't help but hope there were others like him actually getting something started. Every he left he told himself he wouldn't come back here but time and time again he broke his promise to himself. Flynn knew nothing good really came from the club district but along with the nagging feeling of someone calling to him he found peace among the masses. Something along the lines of hiding in plain sight... He looked to the night sky, he hadn't dressed up in anything fancy but he had definitely prepared for the cold. It wasn't long before he placed a hand on his stomach as he felt it twist and turn as it always did when he was about to interact with normal people. They made his skin crawl with how delusional they seemed to be. Sure, he'd agree that there were a few out there that were good people but they seemed to be stay far away from Flynn for whatever reason. Eventually after walking around for some time, he managed to find a suitable bar to sit down at, one that had plenty busy so nobody would look at him too much. Flynn was sure to keep his head forward and head straight as he walked to stool at the bar and sat down between a man and a lady. The blond sighed a bit as he noticed bits of dirt on the floor beneath his chair already, he wasn't sure if it was because he'd worn the jacket without washing it or because the stuff had stuck to him during his walk but there was nothing he could do about it now. He had to make sure he looked like he wasn't as nervous as he was feeling. It was probably just him being paranoid but it always felt like eyes were drawn to him more than others regardless of what he did. He took a quiet deep breath and looked for the nearest bartender. "Uh excuse me sir," Flynn said as he raised his hand slightly, "Two drinks please, one for me and uh, whatever the lady is having." he said with a nod, gesturing to the female next to him. He wasn't sure if she would even want to talk or if she was alone for the matter but neither really mattered to him. He'd happily converse with anyone nearby in an attempt to get out of his this reality for a bit.
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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 28, 2019 12:42:15 GMT
Post by Erika Bellefonte on Feb 28, 2019 12:42:15 GMT
[googlefont="Krub"] SHE HAD A WHISKEY-SIPPING SKINNY DIPPING SMILE | [attr="class","boldtext"]It wasn't until the attention so clearly was directed at her that the telekinetic lifted her gaze. For a second, she stared at the bartender before her brown hues turned towards the stranger who, at some point, had taken up the seat next to her. Her eyes narrowed as she took him in: She didn't recognize him, though, given their surroundings, that was hardly much of a surprise. It could be as much of a good thing as it could have been bad:
If the last five years had taught Erika anything, it was that one could never be too careful.
The second thing she'd learned was to never turn down a free drink when offered.
Narrowed eyes filled with suspicion quickly washed away and was replaced by a loopsided smile. "Tequila." She simply responded: Her poison of choice.
Slender fingers moved over the small notebook in front of her before closing the page. Fingers curled around the smooth surface as she lifted it and put it into the inside pocket of her leather jacket. Halfway spinning on the bar stool, the telekinetic turned to properly face her new friend. Eyes swept over him, taking in his appearance: He was cute, though perhaps a little refined. There was pieces of dirt surrounding him, though not overly noticeable. The obvious conclusion would be that he was someone who worked with his hands. Physical labor, perhaps.
Reaching out a hand then, plump lips curled upwards into a friendly smile. "Eri." |
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I don't believe in destiny, I just do what's best for me.
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Feb 28, 2019 14:49:57 GMT
Post by Flynn Matthews on Feb 28, 2019 14:49:57 GMT
[googlefont="Dancing Script"] [attr="class","titlequote"]WELL YOU LOOK LIKE YOURSELF [attr="class","titlequote2"]but you're somebody else [attr="class","titlequote3"]ONLY IT AIN'T ON THE SURFACE [attr="class","titlequote2"] Flynn took note of the girl's order and he could feel the left corner of his mouth curling upwards ever so slightly. For whatever reason, her ordering tequila was extremely amusing. Maybe because it was a very peculiar drink and didn't sit well with a lot of people. Or perhaps it was because it was a drink he had often. He glanced over to her as she put her notebook away and looked him over, he felt a shiver dance along his spine but he was sure not to show. It was still too early to know if he'd made a mistake trying to talk to her. He watched as she turned to face him more and he did the same, being sure to look up and friendly enough for someone here. Flynn looked down at her hand for a brief moment as it was extended to him, not many people were into handshakes now-a-days. After only a few split seconds the girl offered her name and he looked back to her, offering a warm smile of his own. "Nice to meet you Eri." he said as he rubbed his hands together before wiping them on his sleeves to get the dust off. The blond grabbed her hand, lightly but firm none the less. "Flynn." he finished. He looked to the bartender as he brought the drinks over and Flynn was quick to take a sip, testing to make sure it was okay. He nodded a bit internally as he mulled over the taste before looking back to Eri. "So, do you write a lot?" he said in reference to the notebook earlier. He didn't want to mention that it was slightly weird to be at a bar with a notebook, but in the end who was he to dictate what was strange and what wasn't after all. Some would say Flynn was strange himself, and he was a mutant on top of those accusations.
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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 Mar 2, 2019 19:46:05 GMT
[googlefont="Krub"] SHE HAD A WHISKEY-SIPPING SKINNY DIPPING SMILE | [attr="class","boldtext"]As she turned, she found the male doing the exact same thing. A curious thing, of course, but not an entirely unwelcome one. From the corner of her eye, she could see him rubbing his hands, though paid it little mind. When their hands clasped, the telekinetic offered him a firm shake. "Likewise, Flynn."
The brunette's attention was quickly captured as the tequila shot was placed before her. With practiced ease, she lifted the small glass to her lips, and at the same time, dipped her head back. The bitter liquid sent a familiar burn down her throat. She placed the glass back upon the counter and with an amused expression, she contemplated the question:
It didn't take a genius to guess why he'd asked, and while Erika had never been considered an artist with the written word, there was several ways she could be playing this. "Off and on." She mused, turning her brown eyed gaze to the man, Flynn.
"I do a lot of research, so it helps writing my thoughts down." She continued with an off-handed shrug. "Makes sorting through them later a little bit easier."
At least she wasn't lying.
"What about you?" She asked, and with a tilted head, she gestured to the the specs of dust and dirt that seemingly fell from him, though she couldn't quite pinpoint its source. |
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I don't believe in destiny, I just do what's best for me.
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Post by Flynn Matthews on Mar 3, 2019 7:57:46 GMT
[googlefont="Dancing Script"] [attr="class","titlequote"]WELL YOU LOOK LIKE YOURSELF [attr="class","titlequote2"]but you're somebody else [attr="class","titlequote3"]ONLY IT AIN'T ON THE SURFACE [attr="class","titlequote2"] The terrakinetic nodded a bit as he took another drink of his beer. "That's understandable.. anything in particular you researching about? Perhaps I could point you in the right direction?" He wasn't sure if he'd get an answer, and if he did, he wasn't exactly sure he wanted to hear it but he felt like it was a natural question to ask so he went for it. When Eri asked about him and gestured to the dust and such he laughed a bit, "Yeah sorry about that, I'm a construction worker, the stuff gets everywhere." he finished with a shrug. "Helped out with a lot of buildings here in Portland. It's been a real pleasure getting to explore everywhere. I'm not sure how long you've been here but, if you haven't gotten the chance to really travel around, I would definitely recommend it. Lots of hidden gems in this place." he said with a soft chuckle as he reminisced on the fond memories. Many people, including those he worked with, didn't enjoy being construction worker and it wasn't all that hard to understand why. Poor hours, less than decent pay for the work being done, poor working conditions, snow, rain, freezing cold, boiling hot, didn't matter to the employers. For him though it was basically a dream job. He loved almost every minute of it. Being paid to play around in dirt all day(more or less)? It was a dream come true for someone like him.
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Post by Erika Bellefonte on Mar 9, 2019 14:33:05 GMT
[googlefont="Krub"] [attr="class","boxhover"] SHE HAD A WHISKEY-SIPPING SKINNY DIPPING SMILE [attr="class","boldtext2"]Pursing her lips, the brunette found herself once again considering the male's words: She supposed it wasn't too odd for someone to do any kind of research when offering the proper reasoning behind it. Perhaps she could say she was a journalist, writing a piece about Portland's history. Maybe she was a college student, doing research for one of her papers.
"I'm writing an article about Portland's nightlife." She said, lifting her head to gaze about the room. "I go to a different bar or club every night." She continued as her brown eyes returned to the man's. She offered him a shrug.
"Ah, that makes sense." Though, one would expect a shower was a reasonable thing to consider before going out, but that was really none of her business.
Still, as the man continued, his words were met with a quirked brow. Hidden gems? Well, that sure sounded like something that wouldn't hurt knowing about. "Oh? You've caught my attention." Her lips curled back into a pleasant, yet attentive smile. "Maybe I'll be lucky enough that I'll find something better to write about than drunk people." [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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I don't believe in destiny, I just do what's best for me.
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Post by Flynn Matthews on Mar 11, 2019 3:56:40 GMT
[attr="class","titlequote"]WELL YOU LOOK LIKE YOURSELF [attr="class","titlequote2"]but you're somebody else [attr="class","titlequote3"]ONLY IT AIN'T ON THE SURFACE [attr="class","titlequote2"] Flynn mulled over Eri's writing topic. He wasn't sure if that was true or not, but getting to go out to bars and clubs every night sounded like a good gig to him and if he had the chance he would have taken the job too if he was in her position. "Well it sounds like you've managed to find an enjoyable story to write about, I hope's been coming along nicely." he finished with a nod. The terrakinetic finished his drink and watched as Eri looked at him curiously. He chuckled a bit, slowly bobbing his head as he agreed with the drunk part. "Don't fancy writing about drunk people?" Flynn jested. He probably wouldn't have either but, going to bars every night for a job still seemed fun regardless. Maybe that was just the alcoholic in him but no matter. "Yeah, it's a shame that many of the local places fail and get abandoned or are quickly bought out." He glanced at his drink, debating on ordering another but soon turned back to Eri. "But what can you do." he said with a smile and a shrug. "If you're ever writing a story about those kinds of places, let me know and maybe I could show you around." He couldn't promise though, sometimes he was busy with work for days at a time and some of those places were getaways for him but he'd be willing to show her some of his second or their favourites.
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Mar 11, 2019 23:07:30 GMT
Post by Erika Bellefonte on Mar 11, 2019 23:07:30 GMT
[googlefont="Krub"] [attr="class","boxhover"] SHE HAD A WHISKEY-SIPPING SKINNY DIPPING SMILE [attr="class","boldtext2"]"I'm not sure enjoyable is the word I'd use." She mused, turning her head to look around the room. While she didn't necessarily mind the scene, she had never been too fond of drunk people while she was still sober, and being drunk off her wits wouldn't make her story very believable. Perhaps she should have chosen a different answer, after all.
"I'm not sure anyone do." She added, the corner of her lips quirking upward into something akin to light amusement, though, she quickly shrugged it off. "But it pays, so there's that." At least she was sounding like she was telling the truth. That was something. But then, it wasn't as if she'd made a very complex story for herself.
It was easy enough to carry along.
"How about you show me around anyway?" She suggested, quirking a quizzical eyebrow in his direction. "I haven't been in Portland very long, and I doubt it could hurt to know more about the place." Before allowing the man a chance to respond, Erika raised two fingers at the bartender and pointed at her tequila shot, then gestured towards the man next to her.
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I don't believe in destiny, I just do what's best for me.
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Mar 12, 2019 13:53:20 GMT
Post by Flynn Matthews on Mar 12, 2019 13:53:20 GMT
[attr="class","titlequote"]WELL YOU LOOK LIKE YOURSELF [attr="class","titlequote2"]but you're somebody else [attr="class","titlequote3"]ONLY IT AIN'T ON THE SURFACE [attr="class","titlequote2"] Flynn laughed a bit when she admitted that it wasn't all fun in games. The more he thought about it the more he could see where she was coming from but he definitely would have given it a shot as well. Flynn nodded in agreement to the comment about it paying regardless. That's more or less where he was at in life. He didn't have some glorious job that everyone was jealous of, but he enjoyed it enough and paid enough for him to live what he would consider as comfortably. With that said, before Flynn had a chance to really react, he had suddenly become a tour guide. He looked to Eri with a somewhat surprised look as he chewed on his lip. He couldn't really say no, he had been the one to offer but he hadn't really expected her to say yes or even yes so quickly. He figured at best a few weeks, maybe a month or two down the road she'd reach out and he could offer some addresses but guess that wasn't happening. It didn't take long for the shots to arrive and he couldn't help but chuckle and shake his head slightly. He grabbed the shot and raised it with Eri. "I guess here's to being a tour guide." he said with a grin as he lifted the glass to his mouth and let the liquid easily slip down his throat. "Just say the word and if I'm not working, we can meet somewhere and I'll show you around town."
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Mar 14, 2019 21:30:40 GMT
Post by Erika Bellefonte on Mar 14, 2019 21:30:40 GMT
[googlefont="Krub"] [attr="class","boxhover"] SHE HAD A WHISKEY-SIPPING SKINNY DIPPING SMILE [attr="class","boldtext2"]Lifting her own glass in turn, the brunette offered him something of a grin before the glass touched her lips. Dipping her head back, she allowed the bitter liquid to fill her mouth before it slid down her throat, leaving a familiar, and welcome burning ache. Putting the glass back upon the counter, she allowed herself a moment to enjoy the burn that settled in the pit of her stomach.
But only for a second.
Turning her attention back towards the male, Erika's expression quickly turned somewhat amused. "The word." Her eyebrows rose, as if daring him to turn her down. Then, she offered him a shrug: "Got anything better to do right now?" She didn't, that much was certain, but then, it wasn't as if she would hold it against him if he declined the offer.
She couldn't very well expect him to have as much free time on his hands as she did. For all she knew, he had an early shift in the morning and only came here to end the night with some... Well, she wouldn't necessarily call a bar a quiet place, but it certainly was peaceful. "Well?" [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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Mar 15, 2019 15:55:18 GMT
Post by Flynn Matthews on Mar 15, 2019 15:55:18 GMT
[attr="class","titlequote"]WELL YOU LOOK LIKE YOURSELF [attr="class","titlequote2"]but you're somebody else [attr="class","titlequote3"]ONLY IT AIN'T ON THE SURFACE [attr="class","titlequote2"] Flynn scrunched his face up when Eri literally said, 'the word'. It had been a while since somebody had done that... His lips parted slightly as he tried to say something but the words froze in his throat. Well played. Of course he didn't have any plans so there wasn't a reason to say no but he couldn't help but feel the word dancing around in his head. The more he looked at her though, Eri was right, what was the reservation for if he didn't have plans tomorrow morning? But then like, stranger danger, right? With the night upon them, it was probably a wiser idea to just regroup in the morning or something. "I suppose not, lets do it." He said with a nod. Wait, that wasn't no. He clenched his teeth together for a moment before offering a smile. He wasn't drunk per say, but he wasn't so sure he meant yes. There was no turning back now though. Flynn stood up and stretched for a brief moment glancing around before looking back to Eri. "Alrighty uh, since we're doing this now.. didn't quite get a chance to make a lot but if I recall correctly, there's a few places not too far from here, or we could visit some of my favourite places but not all of those are as close and might take a bit of walking to get it. So, the choice is up to you."
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Mar 24, 2019 11:45:01 GMT
Post by Erika Bellefonte on Mar 24, 2019 11:45:01 GMT
[googlefont="Krub"] [attr="class","boxhover"] SHE HAD A WHISKEY-SIPPING SKINNY DIPPING SMILE [attr="class","boldtext2"]Feeling the urge to clap her hands together excitedly, but resisting, the brunette didn't hesitate to lift herself off the barstool. The corners of her lips quirked upward as she looked at the male: She could tell he wasn't one hundred percent into it, but she was glad he'd agreed nonetheless.
"Lead the way." She simply said, one hand moving outward to gesture towards the door. "The show is yours, after all." Her hand dropped back down against her side. "I wouldn't dare impose, so how about you should me some of your favorite places that are still close by?"
She had to admit that she was getting a little excited, which was a rather rare emotion for the telekinetic these days.
"And if you need some liquid courage, there's a store a few blocks away that sell the best damn tequila you'll ever taste." And of course Erika knew: Tequila was her thing, after all. Always had been, always would be. Even the end of the world as they knew it couldn't change that. [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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