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savetheearth2013-06-25 05:27 pm
hoennmaihime) wrote in savetheearth2013-06-25 05:27 pm
Entry tags:
- !open,
- #network,
- bleach: hollow ichigo,
- castlevania: alucard,
- golden sun: sheba,
- gundam unicorn: banagher links,
- homestuck: the psiioniic,
- kamen rider ooo: kiyoto maki,
- legend of zelda: vaati,
- marvel cinematic universe: loki,
- moon child: sho,
- original: camille,
- pokemon: haruka,
- tales of symphonia: colette brunel,
- the world ends with you: neku sakuraba
[ 2nd | Text | iPad ]
[So guess who's still sulking about the mine incident?
Who else. Sorry, guys.]
This shouldn't need to be said, but if you have yet to update your will then I highly recommend that you do so.
If you do not already have a will, I recommend writing a list of what you want done with your things after your death to give to your mommies and daddies. Because surely only the children and young adolescents among us are naive enough to lack them.
Who else. Sorry, guys.]
This shouldn't need to be said, but if you have yet to update your will then I highly recommend that you do so.
If you do not already have a will, I recommend writing a list of what you want done with your things after your death to give to your mommies and daddies. Because surely only the children and young adolescents among us are naive enough to lack them.
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Still. What do you want, Luke?
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[ it's not, he imagines, the answer she's after or even the answer to the question she'd meant, but it is what he wants above all else at present. what he's intends to get regardless of what it might call for.
(ignorance isn't something he's ever been fond of, and ignorance in this, when it's changing him—
unacceptable.) ]
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[Double meaning fully intended.
Still - even though she doesn't share the depth of his need for answers (she's spent too much of her life around ones that couldn't be given), she does sympathize.]
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[She might mean it jokingly but it's... also kind of the truth. Oops.]
...I can't force you to anything. Not really.
I like it.
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I'd be happy to tell you in person though, if you really would like to know. I could never give away such details over something as insecure as this network, you see.
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Is that an agreement to meet me in person?
[DID SHE SUCCEED....]
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1/3
2/3
Oh wow this is awesome she was starting to doubt herself
Her grin isn't as big as that of the icon's (she probably doesn't have the right muscles lbr, even now her face is hurting) but it's definitely how she feels on the inside.]
3/3
sigh what a charming jerk you are (◡‿◡✿)]
Are you free now? Is there anywhere in particular you'd like to meet? Thank you, Luke!
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text -> [action]
[Ah, the convenience of the summer holidays. She's already showered and dressed, so it's just a matter of choosing the right pair of shoes, purse, and shade of lipgloss. Google gives her the directions and 50 minutes later she's there... hanging unsurely off to the side, doing her best to remain composed in spite of how awkward she feels on the inside. She's... never actually arranged to meet someone at a cafe before, how does she shot this.]
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for him, this would be lunch. he'd specified the café for its closeness to work and as such, he'd dressed in trousers (black, of course) a white shirt, and a tie; a jacket is folded somewhat lazily (but not, for the attentive, untidily) over one arm.
he spots her easily, of course, and inclines his head a little in acknowledgement as he approaches before holding the door open for her. ]
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...There isn't a need for words, not really. She briefly touches the hand that isn't holding the door open to indicate her gratitude, before entering. Only once inside, as she's moving towards a suitable table, (checklist, performed on automatic: clear view of the front door, the back of her chair facing the wall, emergency exit nearby, noise level loud but not deafening) do the implications of his appearance hit her - he would have been at work, wouldn't he? The majority of people didn't make their own schedules (even if it was just to work 24/7, most of the time).
The result is a rush of embarrassment - it was probably his lunch hour, yes, but... she didn't know. What if he'd wanted time to himself, or something? She highly doubted he'd cancel anything for her, but it really was something of a strange, sudden request. She'd rather check.
Smile becoming slightly sheepish, she asks:]
This... isn't an inconvenience, is it?
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he wasn't going to make any assumptions on how perceptive haruka really was — though she didn't act in the manner typical of a teenager (or so he imagined; the majority of his interaction with teenagers had come when he'd been one himself, and though the network seemed home to a surprising number, he tended not to seek them out for the purpose of inane conversation), there was still a naïveté there, still a certain childlikeness that was — useful, he supposed.
("from the mouths of babes", in a manner of speaking. everything else aside, she'd — he hoped — be able to provide him with a perspective he wouldn't have access to ordinarily.)
the sheepishness, though, does come as something of a surprise, and after a moment, he adds: ] I tend to come here for lunch regardless. [ a means of explanation and a verbal admission that he hadn't gone out of his way to meet her, the comment a mix of truth and the result of curiosity as to what she'd take from it. ] Routine does have its comforts. [ a slight smile. ]
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Reassured, she smiles her own smile before continuing:] That's what I thought, it's just that I didn't actually... consider what your daily schedule might be like before I said I wanted to see you. [Or rather (carelessly): that it would be something other than what she was used to. But soon, he'd understand why that was as well. Hopefully.
Still. The whole thing was pretty spontaneous. It's hard not sigh happily when she says:]
Thank you for meeting me.
[Because even if she knows better than to say as much, she's pleased beyond all belief. Flattered, even, because Haruka is a sad, sad girl.
For once, her expression is openly curious when she asks:]
What is your job, Luke?
[this'll lead to answers for him, she promises. just let her guide the conversation there.]
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[ he pauses after that, his gaze somewhere between level and watchful. it's not that the question takes him by surprise as such — it's expected and reasonable — but he is a touch surprised by the fact that she hadn't, in all their dealings thus far, thought to look him up. none of them exist in a vacuum and he's never sought to hide his identity; his linkedin profile would list the basics to any queries she had about his professional life.
(or perhaps, he reasons, she had and she simply wishes to hear it from him.) ] Research and publishing. [ he comes here often enough that he knows the menu but he glances at it anyway, the break in answering her question entirely deliberate. it's only when he's decided what it is he wants (quinoa with roasted almonds, pulses, vegetables, dried fruit and falafel, accompanied with hummus; americano) and ordered, that he continues. ] I read International Relations at university; the company I work for primarily deals with immigrant rights advocacy, community education and assistance with naturalisation.
[ whilst much of it is ingrained and force of habit, there's a degree of consciousness as far as his phrasing goes; his word choice. it would be easy to rid himself almost entirely of britishisms, to speak of majoring in a subject instead of reading, of vacations rather than holidays, but despite his occupation, he enjoys the sense of otherness it brings in spite of the alienation it courts at the same time. there were pros and cons to both, but he's of the opinion that the former outweigh the latter. his image and presentation isn't entirely cultivated, he's aware of that, but he likes to think he's managed to embrace the aspects that aren't of his choosing and use them to his advantage.
(or try, at the very least.) ]
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Still, Haruka nods lightly at the snippet of information; calmly watches him as he skims the menu, taking advantage of the brief opportunity that she's been given (admiring the lines and curves of his face; studying the way he holds himself today). She knew it all already - she'd looked him up on LinkedIn long ago, but figured it polite to ask him in person as well
because I'm an idiot who completely forgot that she would have done that second she learned his full name. That, and to observe his reaction to to her (seeming) lack of apparent - advisable - action. The move of someone who deserved to be held in lower estimation.]How noble. [she remarks softly once he has finished. She might have been told nothing new, but somehow, hearing it from his own mouth is enough cause for something inside her to twist. She really didn't think Luke would have a problem with her family's business, but- what if she'd misjudged him? Miscalculated the gravity of things? While perfectly normal for her, she was aware that most people would be bothered. Some might even demand she 'go and do something about it' .
As if she wanted to.]
Possibly- [she lets it hang there momentarily, a lilt in her voice when she continues:] -too noble to associate with the likes of myself. [He should know by now that Haruka believes no such thing about herself, and therein lies the tease: the hint - the promise - of more information currently unknown, lying just beyond his reach-
-something made both sweeter and sharper by soft, pink lips that curve just so.
And then she's pulling them away, moving the conversation to something that interests her, but doesn't require her attention while she surveys the menu for herself. Said with a far more neutral smile:]
Do you enjoy what you do?
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whilst he's never indulged in wanton cruelty, in vindictiveness for its own sake, he's never been one to go out of his way to help others just because he can. he's always been and will readily admit to being entirely too selfish for that; it requires an effort beyond that which he's willing to give. his work, though— one lives to their means and he's content (was content) with what he had. though one might expect that, given the nature of it all, it would limit the types of people he comes in contact with, he's found it's done quite the opposite — from so-called good samaritans to businessmen hoping to improve their image by helping a bit here and there (without, of course, really doing anything); one makes their own connections, and luke thinks he's chosen quite well in that respect.
so: ] Nobility's got nothing to do with it. [ there's amusement evident in his voice as he speaks, though it — nobility, the lack thereof and whatever might be perceived as nobility — isn't something he bothers to elaborate upon. haruka will, he expects, be able to ascertain what she will and what she wants from that one comment alone — and more from what isn't said, if she's clever. still: a minute lift of his shoulders; an almost dismissive reply. ] I enjoy it.
[ as for her second remark — "too noble to associate with the likes of myself" — he ignores it for a few moments, attention drifting briefly to a newspaper left on a table across from them. since moving to america, he's made a point of reading locke's local paper, a national paper, and he has the guardian sent to his apartment — to compare and contrast; he's always the differences in tone and vocabulary and spin vary from nation; from paper; the left-wing of the states was still rightist as far as britain was concerned, for example. it's a matter of perspective and—
he looks back up at her, away from what's viewable of the headline and the story (nothing interesting, he notes). ]
What is it you know of me, Haruka? [ it's a soft utterance, but entirely level and deliberate and not intrinsically kind in tone. a beat. ] Do you think you know enough to be able to call me noble? [ he almost adds: "you're a child". there's very little, he imagines, she could have done that would make him less noble than he unless, he supposes, she believes the sins of one's kin and one's acquaintances have bearing on oneself. ]
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Not in seriousness- [Slightly taken aback she responds quickly, eyebrows rising by themselves.] -I don't subscribe to the belief that a person is their job. [The ugliest desires could be sublimated into the most seemingly altruistic actions. It didn't change the motivation.]
...I know very little of you, Luke. [Her delivery is wide-eyed (innocent) as she tries to gage what needs to be expressed, pick up on what needs to be smoothed over. Making it seem as if she's 'aware' that the other person is an enigmatic chasm, too deep for her to ever really understand - is generally a good place to start.] Merely what I have seen, and that is always a matter of interpretation.
[Briefly - briefly - she is tempted to take offense, to respond with ice. 'and what do you know of me?' - it would be so easy.
But foolish. She was here to make a display of trust, not to give in to base impulse. She could afford such treatment only to the ones that didn't matter.]