|
|
Post by Tuesday DeCastro on Jun 21, 2008 11:47:22 GMT -5
Tuesday raises and drops her shoulders, shrugging, she runs a hand through her hair. "I don't know...maybe hes in a Manalist prison somewhere? Maybe getting held hostage or something? I really have no idea. I'm worried about him though." She lightly bites her bottom lip. "Maybe if we manage to catch the man in the gas mask he'll be able to tell us more." She shrugs again.
She shakes her head. "No, hes not my boyfriend. Just a friend. I work with him for the rebel newspaper, he's a good person." She explains.
|
|
|
|
Post by Alexei Nacharade on Jun 21, 2008 13:44:07 GMT -5
Alexei nods and shrugs.
"Maybe. He might already be dead."
He leans in close, wrapping an arm around her waist and whispers in her ear.
"But your friend or his associates could be watching us now, so lets watch what we say, hm?"
He kisses her on the cheek, obviously pretending to have shared some romantic secret with her in order to avoid unneccessary attention. He winks at her and laughs as they continue walking.
|
|
|
|
Post by Tuesday DeCastro on Jun 21, 2008 14:02:22 GMT -5
"Well that was blunt." She says after he states that Malak could be dead. She knows he might be, but she hopes not. He's a really good friend.
Tuesday had kept her voice low, so as to avoid being overheard, but she hadn't considered that perhaps he was still following them. When he wraps his arm around her waist, she puts her arm across his shoulders, playing along.
"That tattoo on your back, did Maeve do it? Or had you had it?" She asks a little randomly, but shes curious.
|
|
|
|
Post by Alexei Nacharade on Jun 21, 2008 14:08:26 GMT -5
Alexei shakes his head.
"Maeve did a tattoo on my leg, but I got the one on my back in prison. Prison is definitely the place for tattoos, the whole thing cost me a pack of cigarettes."
He neglects to mention that after the tattoo was finished he slit the throat of the man who gave it to him in order to get his cigarettes back.
"Why did you get a tattoo?"
|
|
|
|
Post by Tuesday DeCastro on Jun 21, 2008 14:12:28 GMT -5
Tuesday shrugs. "It was really a spur of the moment kind of thing. We were going to go get lunch, and instead we stopped in the tattoo parlor." She laughs a little.
"I'd always wanted to get one, but never had. I don't really know why."
They reach the restaurant and sit down.
|
|
|
|
Post by Alexei Nacharade on Jun 21, 2008 15:07:08 GMT -5
Alexei sits down and stretches a bit.
"You do that a lot? Decide things on the spur of the moment, I mean."
|
|
|
|
Post by Tuesday DeCastro on Jun 21, 2008 15:29:47 GMT -5
Tuesday thinks for a moment. "I guess I do. I just never plan for things to happen...they just do. And being a journalist, I travel a lot, following stories, interviewing people, and such."
"What about you? Do you decide things on the spur of the moment, or do you have a set plan for everything?" Honestly, Tuesday doesn't know how people have set plans and schedules, it would make her feel so trapped.
|
|
|
|
Post by Alexei Nacharade on Jun 21, 2008 15:52:04 GMT -5
Alexei nods slowly.
"I tend to plan things out. In business it's a good idea to stay one step ahead of everyone else. Sometimes that's the only way to survive...er, in my business."
He grins and shrugs.
"Do you like traveling a lot? I tend to travel quite a bit for my job, too."
|
|
|
|
Post by Tuesday DeCastro on Jun 21, 2008 15:58:33 GMT -5
Tuesday nods. "Yeah, I enjoy traveling. I like seeing different places, experiencing new things." She pauses to order herself a coke.
"I don't really like being in one place for too long either. I mean, eventually I want to settle down, and have a solid lifestyle, but for now thats just too boring for me."
"I do want to rent an apartment or something though, so if all else fails, at least I have a place to call my own." She looks over the menu.
|
|
|
|
Post by Alexei Nacharade on Jun 21, 2008 16:04:13 GMT -5
Alexei nods and orders himself a shot glass and a bottle of Vodka. Once it arrives he fill the glass and tosses back the shot. He doesn't look at the menu, he isn't really very hungry.
"Where all have you been?"
|
|
|
|
Post by Tuesday DeCastro on Jun 21, 2008 16:09:58 GMT -5
Tuesday looks over the menu a bit more, and orders herself something light, she feels hungry, but she doesn't really want to eat, this wasn't unusual for her though.
"Hmm." She thinks for a moment. "Well in the past few weeks, I went from France to Cuba then from there Helsinki, and after that Allwhere, Florida, then I was in London for a while, then back to Cuba, from there Ireland and now I'm back here."
"That was a mouthful." She says, laughing a little.
|
|
|
|
Post by Alexei Nacharade on Jun 21, 2008 16:14:02 GMT -5
Alexei chuckles.
"Never been to London. I've been to parts of England, and I visited Paris once. I've been to Cuba, and Helsinki many times. I've been to parts of Aghanistan and Columbia..."
He thinks as he pours and tosses back another shot.
|
|
|
|
Post by Tuesday DeCastro on Jun 21, 2008 16:50:23 GMT -5
Tuesday nods, as her food comes. She proceeds to cut it into minuscule pieces, before taking a bite, she seemed to chew for entirely too long before taking a bite.
"What do you do for a living? You might've mentioned it before, but I forgot."
|
|
|
|
Post by Alexei Nacharade on Jun 21, 2008 16:59:06 GMT -5
Alexei took another shot then looked at her.
"I sell flowers and plants." He answers.
Or had he told her that he sold antiques...? Fuck.
He coughs and loosens his collar, hoping she just lets it go.
|
|
|
|
Post by Tuesday DeCastro on Jun 21, 2008 17:03:29 GMT -5
"Flowers and plants..." Tuesday says, thinking a moment. "Wait, the first time I bumped into you didn't you say you sold antiques?" She asks, remembering that time in Cuba.
She eats a few more bites, before pushing her plate aside, looking to Alexei.
|
|
