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Post by Tally-Wa [crazy admin #1] on Dec 31, 2007 20:47:06 GMT -5
If this could be counted as a date, Cupid must be one sick bastard. Edward Moser, Dragon Tamer and murderer extraordinare, held the door open for his fellow colleague, Anya (I can't remember her last name). The smell of coffee was intoxicatingly strong and made Edward seriously consider asking for that mocha latte that the girl in front of them just got. It looked good. . . . Foamy. He kept holding the door even though his mind was trapped in the smell of the beverage. He had been told for a while that he was ADHD, but he found this suggestion to be stupid. When someone suggest this, he would always tell them to stuff it. Then, he would proceed to chase a pigeon or some other small animal that was nearby. Not to hurt them, of course. Edward was not fond of hurting animals no matter how much psychologists seemed to think he did. He only liked how shinny/furry/cute they were. Wait. He was ADHD, wasn't he? Oh no, that description was not of Edward. It was of Dexter, but the Goddess felt like putting it in because it added length and made her sound witty, clever, and down right hilarious.
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Post by Bai on Dec 31, 2007 20:54:54 GMT -5
Anya walked in the door, wearing the same warm smile she had when she had first met Edward. Her dress made her stick out in the jeans-wearing Starbucks. Several people stared at her, wandering why she was wearing a dress in a coffiee shop, wear it can be stained considering it was white. But was she worried about stains? No, considering the fact she was a witch. She had her hands in her jackets pockets and her black hair was pulled over her right shoulder. She made her way to the counter, following the sent of the warm coffee. "What's good?" she asked Edward, turning to face him.
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Post by Tally-Wa [crazy admin #1] on Dec 31, 2007 21:09:32 GMT -5
He looked up at the brown and black menu and said, "Just about everything, actually." It was true. A lot of the stuff was good. "But the fraps are craps and I'd suggest to get one only if you are a teenager. Those kids are the only ones who get those things. For you, I'd suggest the biggest fix of caffeine there is. In other words, order the ultra-shot-double-syrup-latte. Lotta caffeine."
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Post by Bai on Dec 31, 2007 21:12:38 GMT -5
"Er, great..." she said uncertainly before repeating the order to the person at the cash register. After a minute or so, she grabbed her drink and went to find a table at the back of the coffee shop, sending an icy glare to a couple of teenage girls that were staring at her, who now quickly turned their heads, not wanting to meet her gaze again. Anya smiled to herself as she took a seat.
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Post by Tally-Wa [crazy admin #1] on Dec 31, 2007 21:28:24 GMT -5
The looks to Anya's clothes made Edward look down at his own. Now, he realized why so many people had looked at him. He looked relatively handsome, for a change. His shirt, which was clean, Has no design but was a classic black. It looked like something Simon Cowell would wear, and that was actually quite hot. His jeans were slightly dirty, but not in an over obvious way, and they were a bit baggy but never too much so. He hated overly baggy jeans due to their hindrance to running. In other words, he was hot. His decent looks helped a bit in this assumption, but that hardly mattered. His nice leather shoes were impressive as well. In case you were wondering, yes, the Mosers had a very high view of themselves. Edward was the youngest, but felt as though he was ten times better than his brother, and twice as handsome. If you were to suggest that they looked exactly the same, which they did, both would challenge you to a fight. The Mosers were known in America as vain, and that is the perfect word to describe both brothers.
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Post by Bai on Dec 31, 2007 21:32:50 GMT -5
Anya waited patiently for Edward to sit, well at least she looked pateint. Inside she wanted to yell at him to sit the hell down so she could get the information he had promised. She sat there staring at him, waiting for him to sit.
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Post by Tally-Wa [crazy admin #1] on Dec 31, 2007 21:36:55 GMT -5
He smiled at the counter-person as he grabbed his own coffee, black and pure. "El'Silencio," Edward whispered before sitting down. He listened with a keen ear as the volume in the shop went from teenage-girl loud to practically silent. When he talked, it appeared that no one else heard him because he yelled, "Hey idiot!" at the teenagers. None of them noticed, they just kept chatting. He sat. "Now that I've gotten that settled," he murmered. "We can talk honestly." He was back to being blunt and rather monotone-ish. He didn't smile even though he could've without seeming fake. "I explained all about my brother, correct?"
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Post by Bai on Dec 31, 2007 21:41:10 GMT -5
"Yes, you've noted he was an idiot, but you still need to tell me the ENTIRE reason you want to kill him," she said, leaning foward and resting her elbows on the table.
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Post by Tally-Wa [crazy admin #1] on Dec 31, 2007 21:49:22 GMT -5
He put his hands on the table and began to explain, "I made the mistake of getting married when I was twenty one. My new wife, a girl from Florida named Paige, had visited Paris because it was one of her dreams. I met her in a coffee shop and it was very much like this. She talked about her abusive ex-husband who she married when she was sixteen, and I was fascinated by the muggle who had no idea what real life was about. She didn't know that most men were more like him than she thought. I, according to her, was different. I was 'compassionate'," Edward laughed before continuing, "I was 'smart' and 'well rounded'. We went out for the rest of that week until she got bold enough to ask for marriage. I would've said no . . . But, think about it, who expects a man with a pretty wife, kids, and a house to kill somebody? No one, that's who. So I accepted, we bought a huge apartment in Paris, and we later had two kids. I named one of them Ashton, and she named the other, a older boy, Kyle. Everything was fine and dandy until the Moser family reunion when Dexter met Paige. Our marriage was already going bad, but," he sighed, "it got worse after she 'fell in love with Dexter'. We divorced, she got with Dexter, and they moved to Miami where he is now dating, not married, to her. Ashton's five and Kyle's nine this year. We divorced about three years ago and I haven't seen any of them, not even the kids, in that time. Dexter took my kids. I got pissed. You do the math."
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Post by Bai on Dec 31, 2007 21:54:54 GMT -5
"Well reasoned...And I'm sorry about that, but I'll help you murder him if you want," she said taking a sip of her coffee before making a face. "Wow...Er, that's very strong..."
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Post by Tally-Wa [crazy admin #1] on Dec 31, 2007 21:59:17 GMT -5
"The funny thing? He thinks I forgive him for getting with Paige. Isn't that hilarious? He'll get a big wake-up call. And I could use a hand if you are actually interested." He took a sip of his own coffee and wasn't surprised at the fact that his own had ten times the caffeine as hers. He liked caffeine. Kept the senses sharp and when coming down from a caf-buzz, he could always drink more coffee or, perhaps, chew the coffee beans he kept in his pocket at all times. "Anything else you wish to know about Dear Edward?" He raised an eyebrow, but quickly lowered it for fear of seeming sarcastic.
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Post by Bai on Dec 31, 2007 22:09:24 GMT -5
She thought for a moment. "Yes, acctually...Er, you said you lived in Paris, is that correct?" she asked, hiding her egerness by taking a sip of coffee. Paris was the one place she had always wanted to go. London had lost it's glamor five minutes after she had arrived.
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Post by Tally-Wa [crazy admin #1] on Dec 31, 2007 22:12:12 GMT -5
"For six years, yes. Why?" He took another si, mirroring her movements with fluid motions. He was glad that no one else could hear their conversation. Most who overheard something like him would say 'Poor thing' or 'She didn't deserve you'. He hated pity above all things, so he was glad, yet again, that he had used a version of the silencing charm.
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Post by Bai on Dec 31, 2007 22:16:37 GMT -5
"Six?Oh nothing...I've just always thought Paris was a great city, though I've never been myself. I was just curious," she shrugged. "I haven't been to many places other than Bulgaria and London..." she added with another shrug, sipping her coffee. She changed the subject. "So when are we going after your brother?" she asked causually.
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Post by Tally-Wa [crazy admin #1] on Dec 31, 2007 22:24:01 GMT -5
"He's currently getting his gatherings together in America. It'll take a day for the flight to bring him unless we decided to fly him over." He sighed, "And do you honestly want to go through traffic tonight? Those skies will be flled with drunk airplane pilots."
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Post by Bai on Dec 31, 2007 22:26:30 GMT -5
She shuttered. "I'd rather not...Drunk pilotes equals me not flying at all," she said flatly.
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Post by Tally-Wa [crazy admin #1] on Dec 31, 2007 22:51:34 GMT -5
"Not as if they could hurt us, but being careful is important." Edward nodded. He was slightly out-of-it due to his plotting. He could most probably take on the name of Dexter for a while. They looked exactly alike, except for a few minor physical body differences. Edward, for some unknown reason, was taller and slightly more lean. His hair was darker, though, and that could be fixed if necessary. With his own Medical degree, magic, and Dexter's degree in psychology, he could probably get a really great job somewhere. . . . . . "When was the last time you brought out the old broomstick?" Edward personally hadn't flown since med school, but he had his old one in his closet.
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Post by Bai on Dec 31, 2007 22:54:05 GMT -5
"A few years ago...Why?" she asked with a small smirk on her lips. In school, she had been a great flyer, but of course her uncle wanted her in 'the family buisness' otherwise she would have gone pro. How else did she get a job in the ministry. They didn't exactly favor girls working in the ministry, but her uncle insisted, giving no one a choice, not even her.
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Post by Tally-Wa [crazy admin #1] on Jan 1, 2008 1:36:04 GMT -5
"Just thinking about brooms, that's all," he pointed towards the teenager sweeping. "I had jobs like that once. Great to find people who pissed me off." He laughed and spped more coffee.
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Post by Bai on Jan 1, 2008 1:42:50 GMT -5
"I haven't...I couldn't...They were 'beneath me'," she said bitterly, quoting her uncle. "Along with quiditch....Otherwise you would know me for a different reason," she said, smirking slightly.
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Post by Tally-Wa [crazy admin #1] on Jan 1, 2008 1:48:02 GMT -5
"Ah, I never liked Quidditch, personally. I prefer the more," he looked for the word and found it rather quickly, "'creative' arts. Like lock picking, door breaking; cooking, which is another thing me and my brother have in common, we both enjoy using knives to cook. I was always good at making inkblots and flying was a relativily good sport. But never quidditch. Magic's fun to get into, but I prefer the more practical arts."
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Post by Bai on Jan 1, 2008 1:56:41 GMT -5
"I love quidditch! But as I said, my uncle never allowed it...Considering he was minister of magic in Bulgaria, I had to join the ministry, which I couldn't have done considering they don't like women to be ministry officles, but he didn't give them a choice..." she sighed, taking another sip of coffee. "And creative arts?" she repeated with a smirk.
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Post by Tally-Wa [crazy admin #1] on Jan 2, 2008 13:33:54 GMT -5
"Yes," he replied, "There's something very beautiful in lock picking. It's just you, the door, and a set of well made picks. Very exhilarating. As a ministry official, you wouldn't know such arts, I assume?"
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Post by Bai on Jan 2, 2008 15:25:15 GMT -5
She smirked. "I'm guessing you love to pick locks? And no, I'm not fimilar with it. I'm more fimiliar with just blasting doors down without making a sound. See, THAT'S breaking in and it doesn't take as long," she shrugged, smirking up at him.
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Post by Tally-Wa [crazy admin #1] on Jan 2, 2008 16:19:43 GMT -5
"Ah, well, it's a good way to pass the time." He realised just then how much taller he was than her. She constantly had to look upon him and he now felt slightly self consious. "Blasting is just too impolite, don't you think?" he smiled, raising his left eyebrow.
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