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Post by Caebeeb on Aug 2, 2014 21:15:23 GMT -5
Jax lifted his eyes from the newspaper when the woman at the other table spoke, swallowing the bite of his sandwich he'd been chewing. He cast her a slight smirk, "Cute." Eyeing her for a moment, the look melted into a smile and he dropped his gaze back to the black print in front of him. He sighed inwardly at the impression he had probably given the patrons around him who'd been eavesdropping.
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Post by Pirate on Aug 2, 2014 22:07:42 GMT -5
Katina looked up when the man spoke, a little surprised that he'd responded to her. But then again, she wasn't. She shook her head and went back to her article, taking a sip of her coffee. She wasn't trying to be cute, but whatever. Glancing at her watch, she realized it was time for her to go. She needed to get to class at some point. She folded up her newspaper and dropped some change on the table as a tip before getting to her feet and slinging her bag over her shoulder. Off she went to her Greek history class, which was actually one of her favorites. She needed it if she wanted to get her curator's license and do the same work as her father.
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Post by Psychic Tiger on Aug 6, 2014 23:42:48 GMT -5
Tomas followed the pretty woman out of the market and paused when she turned around to face him. Deep blue eyes watched Agatha as she pulled a pen from her bag. Tomas grinned like the Cheshire Cat when he realized Agatha was giving him her number. "The pleasure has been mine, Miss Agatha." His eyes didn't move from his hand. However, he sensed her presence vanishing and looked up to see her slim figure disappearing down the block. "Good luck with your studies!" He called after her. With a smirk, Tomas turned and headed home for his apartment. Tomas got to work on his last concoction, loosely following the recipe the waitress had given him. He added a few spices, only improving the taste. He liked experimenting with food at home; having the freedom he lacked at work to combined new tastes. Tomas stirred his tomato sauce when he thought about Agatha. Their meeting was a little unconventional, but he liked her. Probably more than he should. That is when he remember her number on his hand. "Shit," He cursed, quickly dropping the spoon his was stirring with, causing some of the sauce to splash onto his shirt. Tomas turned his hand so that his palm was facing his body. The numbers were smudged but still readable. He reached for his cell phone and punched in Agatha's number. While the phone rang, Tomas slipped off his shirt and tossed it into his tiny bathroom. He froze, something black on his neck catching his eye in the mirror. Tomas's eyes widened as he stepped closer to the mirror, one hand reaching for the markings as the other held the ringing phone.
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Post by Caebeeb on Aug 7, 2014 0:33:05 GMT -5
[You'll have to do a continuation post, Pi. xD Because I have nothing to say to that.]
Agatha felt her phone buzzing in her pocket, patting around blindly to find it as she was unable to draw her eyes away from whatever was rummaging around in the darkness at the end of the alleyway. She managed to pull out her phone, answering it quickly just before it went to voicemail. "H-hi, hi, hello," she murmured in a rush, slowly retreating toward her apartment. The thing in the darkness knocked over a trashcan as it swiveled toward her, its eyes gleaming. "Shit," she gasped, backtracking much faster now. The creature poked its head into a lit area, appearing to be something akin to a wolf. Pulse racing, Agatha sprinted to her apartment, swiftly locking herself inside. She moved toward her living room, suddenly realizing she was still on the phone. "Sorry, who is this again?"
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Post by Psychic Tiger on Aug 7, 2014 21:22:01 GMT -5
Transfixed by the strange markings on his neck, Tomas barely heard Agatha's voice on the other end of the line. He strained his neck trying to view them better. It was impossible to see all of it, but the markings were clearly some sort of tattoo. Tomas was even more perplexed; when had he gotten a tattoo? Tomas heard Agatha's cursed and remembered he had called her. "Agatha..." Tomas turned from the mirror, focusing on the phone call. "Everything alright?" A chill shot up Tomas's spine when there was a long pause. He didn't even realize he was heading for the door when Agatha came back on. Relief flooded through his body. "It's Tomas-from earlier. Did something happen? Are you okay?"
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Post by Caebeeb on Aug 11, 2014 13:14:15 GMT -5
"Y-yeah, everything's fine," Agatha stuttered, her eyes fixed on the door. She opened her mouth to tell Tomas what had just happened, but promptly closed it, deciding not to. He would probably assume that she was nuts. A giant wolf outside her apartment? Unlikely. Clearing her throat, she slowly took a seat at her kitchen table. "So, uh, what's up?" she asked casually, her heart still pounding in her chest.
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Post by Psychic Tiger on Aug 24, 2014 12:53:06 GMT -5
Relief washed over Tomas when Agatha confirmed that she was alright. "Good, good," He mumbled as he leaned against the doorframe of the tiny bathroom. "Well, I have to thank you," Tomas told Agatha. He actually did not have a real reason for calling, other than the fact he wanted to hear her sweet voice again. "The tomatoes you picked out really make the sauce."
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Post by Caebeeb on Feb 7, 2015 19:30:31 GMT -5
Agatha's lips twitched up into a smile at what Tomas had to say, a soft chuckle escaping her lips. She was still recovering from the shock of the beast she had seen earlier, but she made an effort to push it from her mind. "Of course, I know how to pick 'em," she said teasingly. Feeling she could trust him, she decided to pose a question on a whim, "Hey, has anything strange happened to you recently? Like, since this morning?" she asked slowly.
Jax quickly finished his sandwich and coffee, before he folded up his newspaper. He tucked the reading material under one arm, pulling out his wallet and dropping a few bills onto the table. He pushed it back into his pocket and left the small cafe, meandering down the sidewalk and back toward his workplace.
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