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Post by Bambi Engel on Jul 9, 2008 4:53:51 GMT -5
Bambi laughed once more though it held a nervous hint to it. Her mind instantly summed that he was still joking, though he was far from the first man to tell her that. They had all eventually fled though, and that told her enough.
She wasn't half-bad to look at, but half-bad to put up with in too close of a relationship it seemed.
"Oh, wow." His story seemed so ridiculous, but he didn't appear to be making it up. She found that she could believe the tale. He obviously hadn't been hurt from the third-story fall, or he'd at least healed by the time the women caught up to him.
Maybe he was an enhanced human like Peter who dyed his hair. It'd explain why he was at Genetech, though there was a wide variety of reasons he could be. At the thought of Peter, her mind drifted to work, and she realized how long she'd been sitting here.
"Happiness seems to be a rather rare thing in the world these days. Many, many things seem to be." She sighed softly, eyes darting around the area. She shifted back to smiling once more after a pause. "It's encouraging to see that not everyone's given up on it."
She really couldn't draw up the will power to pull herself to the office Anthony had loaned her. So many papers she'd have to look through, to examine and mark. She was a bit surprised, usually she longed for work.
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Post by "Danny" Damascus on Jul 9, 2008 5:15:05 GMT -5
Damascus brightened considerably. He dropped his hand from his eyes and gave her a look that most would say meant one was helplessly in love with the subject. It was a smile that played across every inch of his face; he smiled not just to try and make her happy but because she had made him feel unbelievably remarkable. He couldn't say anything, his face said more than his tongue ever could.
He had fought for that principle, that no one woul give up on happiness like it had been before Manalism - when happiness had been a thing won by helping others. She had no idea who he was (in just about every sense) and couldn't know what he was but she could judge on what she saw. But she judged on what she heard and felt and that thought was magical to Danny. To know that he'd had everything taken seemed small now that he could meet a person who hadn't given up on the best kind of happiness.
He looked down slowly, lossing himself in though. He looked at where he was sitting and his head bolted back up so quickly it might have shot right off. He looked disappointed with himself.
"I think I stole your seat." He said slowly, looking back down. He covered his face with one hand, embarassed. "Sorry. Could I scoot over for you?"
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Post by Bambi Engel on Jul 9, 2008 5:41:27 GMT -5
His smile was one Bambi had never seen before, not in her life. She imagined it was the way a mother should smile when she was looking at her offspring. Realizing the implications of that, it felt as if her face was on fire. She prayed her face was not as red as it felt.
She couldn't help but giggle softly as his head shot up, his hand coming up to cover his face in an embarrassed fashion. The sound was not something familiar to her. Yes, she could see how women had chased him out of a third story window.
"No, it's all right. You certainly needed the seat worse than myself. Actually..." She paused, knowing it was probably the best time to make her departure. "I should really get back to work..." She spoke slowly, the volume of her voice dropping considerably.
The thought of never having a conversation along these lines again saddened her. She could not remember a conversation even similar to it. She supposed that was the way of life, though. She brought her hand up to give a friendly wave of good-bye, and once more paused.
Her thoughts swayed to the masked man, to the self-vow. Who was to say she must say good-bye to this man for possibly the rest of her life? She was only going to live once. She had already wasted so many years being like... this.
"You really don't seem the type to carry a cell phone." It took another moment for her to realize she had spoken aloud. Attempting to seem as if she had stated it on purpose, she continued. "Are you from around here?" She shifted her feet nervously. "Not to pry, or anything... You needn't answer if you don't wish to."
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Post by "Danny" Damascus on Jul 9, 2008 6:23:33 GMT -5
Damascus gave a sigh fromthe whole of him, saddened that this had to be over. He hadn't had any kind humans to talk to in so long, it had been an eternity since he had felt this way and he was not eager to leave. But she had work and he wouldn't presume to keep her from her work. Hopefully, what she did here didn't futher Manalist objectives; he thought he might stay in bed for weeks if she turned out to be one of them. And yet, he didn't think he could hate her if she was one of them. He wanted to stay in touch and so he started hoping she wouldn't hate him after this.
He smiled gently, a good look when you had to say goodbye. "I'm really glad I met you, beautiful." He looked a little apprehensive as he produced a grubby index card with his handwritting, giving the name 'Danny Crane' and a series of numbers; contact information. It didn't say or imply anything about drug running but he wasn't just a drug runner, he did a little of everything. "I don't want to surprise you, lovely, but what I do," He lowered his voice and put his mouth very close to her ear. "Is usually very illegal." Stepping so close, he hoped she didn't mind.
He stepped back, still standing close, hoping he wasn't giving the wrong idea. "But I don't want you to jump to conclusions; I really help people." Danny looked slightly abashed and gestured vaguely with his hands, trying to indicate innocence with his hands. He looked toward the ground rather than at her. "I'm not local but I'll come running if you ever need anything." Sounded a bit clingy but he had to be honest.
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Post by Bambi Engel on Jul 9, 2008 6:53:32 GMT -5
Bambi was slowly becoming accustomed to his statements on her appearance, the pink not near as dark shaded as before. She supposed she should be used to them altogether from anyone, but it had been a long time since the last. She finally pushed her glasses up the rim of her nose before taking the card.
A part of her found itself majorly relieved at the numbers, she did not have to say goodbye to him forever. That was when he leaned toward her and whispered at her ear. She felt her muscles tense in a natural response, but it was hard to stay that way with him.
She smiled weakly, million of things running through her head at the word "illegal." He stepped back to gesture at himself and justify his occupation that she was still unaware of. She was silent, studying her bowed head while he gazed at the ground.
With a nod mostly to herself, she looked down at the card still in her hand. "Danny Crane... I like that name. It seems to suit you." She was unsure how to reply to his last statement, so she skimped over it for now. It was certainly flattering.
Her hand reached into her purse, dropping the card in it and picking up her own. She pulled it out, offering it to him rather shyly. "I'm not local, either. I can't say I do anything that must be as exciting as whatever you do though. I... Well, I'm mainly an accountant."
She prayed he was not aware of the animated deer that she believed her mother had probably named her after. So many others at school seemed to be, even though when she looked it up the movie had been created so long ago. More than likely someone at school had been looking up the meaning of her name online.
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Post by "Danny" Damascus on Jul 9, 2008 7:23:22 GMT -5
Danny took the card and gave it a good long look. Bambi Engel. Disney and German might seem odd but it didn't matter. He liked how it sounded. As he looked at her he said her name a few times in his head, just so he wouldn't unconsciously call her an adjective again.
He jokingly squinted at the card. "Bambi Engel. Ms. Engel, right?" There was a wink as he said "Ms." Danny put the card in the right back pocket of his pants with one hand and grabbed his suitcase with his other hand. "Much lovlier than 'precious' or 'gorgeous,' if you don't mind my saying." He chuckled and then thought of how to leave. He personally prefered a good hug but he didn't think she'd go much for that.
"Don't forget to write." He gave her a lovely smile and winked at her as he started backing away, facing her. Wouldn't be the last time they met. Didn't make it much easier to go but it could have been worse so he thanked the good spirits that he'd made a good new friend. And that he'd see her again soon.
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Post by Jack Kruschev on Jul 9, 2008 7:41:17 GMT -5
(To Danny)
Anthony led Lonnrot out of his office and sat back at his desk. Sighing, he knew that his shipment of opium would be on the grounds soon, if it wasn't already.
Picking up his cell phone, Anthony called his drug dealer. "It's your valued customer!" Anthony said in a singing tone when the phone was answered.
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Post by Dr. Lonnrot Kukkanen on Jul 9, 2008 7:55:54 GMT -5
"Thankyou, I'll get you that red leaf once I can," I say on my way out of the door. Dr. West had been so kind, as he should be to a man of my political stance. He may be a Geneticist, but I had the manalists on my side. If anything were to happen between us, I shall win.
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Post by Bambi Engel on Jul 9, 2008 7:58:34 GMT -5
Bambi nodded at both his statements, giving a warm smile that she was pretty sure she had never truly flashed at anyone else.
"I may not be bad on the eyes, but I'm horrible to deal with in the mornings apparently!" It wasn't entirely true, but it had been the excuse one of her past flings had used.
As if she could feel anymore likeness to this Danny, he actually complimented her name. She felt as if she should tell him good-bye in a different way from her usual manner, as if he deserved it. He was certainly unlike anyone else she had met before.
"I believe I'd prefer to ring you, my hand writing is hardly anything pretty." She stated, taking a step forward to cover the distance he had backed from. "I... hope to see you soon. It's been more than a pleasure speaking with you."
She spoke in a tone to try to convey how much she really meant her words. Suddenly finding an idea, she flashed another smile and leaned down to pat his suitcase. "And your suitcase. I'm glad he came around."
She laughed a final time. She hesitated for a moment before bringing her hand closer to his and patting his hand lightly like she had the suitcase. "Good-bye for now. I hope you have a good day." She flicked her eyes to his face for a last time, smiling weakly, and begun to head to the office Anthony had described to her.
It seemed like they had spoken for ages, but at the same time, it seemed like they had spoken for only seconds before it was over. Such a peculiar thing.
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Post by "Danny" Damascus on Jul 9, 2008 7:59:31 GMT -5
Danny was stunned, poleaxed to the spot as she walked away.
Then he winced as the throw away Leilah had given him started going off. He flipped it open and spoke quickly. "Yeah, sure. Look, I've got an office number and a briefcase, you'll get what you paid for." He shut the phone and powered it down. He had yet to meet a buyer that he liked and had never met one he didn't hate instantly. Unfortunately, one needed capitol to survive and so Leilah sent him off to the four corners of the world selling to wicked and greedy men. He would not have let it stand normally but due to the Curse he had no way to stop it. Which made him a cog in the machine that made the rich richer. He couldn't think of words strong enough to describe.
He wasn't going to dilly-dally now that Bambi was gone; this'd be quick and with as little communication as possible.
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Post by Jack Kruschev on Jul 9, 2008 8:03:57 GMT -5
(I gotta go to work. I'll be on later today.)
Anthony got up and left his office with roughly two million dollars in his briefcase. The plan was simple, go and exchange briefcases. Quick, easy, and simple.
Anthony stepped outside and immedietly spotted his target.
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Post by Taniel and Taline Qassim on Jul 9, 2008 20:15:13 GMT -5
It is a slow day for the store Starlights, and Taniel became bored, very bored. He would like to play his instruments, but could not because Taline is sleeping at the moment....even though she could sleep through it.
So, he simply close the front door, and put out a sign, which it says gone for an hour. He heads upstairs and before going to his room, he checks on his sister. Taline is still her pjs(pink top and green boxers) and is still sleeping. Taniel simply let out a sigh as he goes to his bedroom and began reading Trokisyt's books.
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Jumala Keitoleinen
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Owner of SOTA/God of Destruction
"Man created God in his image : intolerant, sexist, homophobic and violent."
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Post by Jumala Keitoleinen on Jul 9, 2008 20:27:34 GMT -5
Keitoleinen had just arrived back in Helsinki after a business meeting in Isreal, when he saw that he was getting a call from SOTA's office. He quickly slung his bag over his shoulder and picked up the phone. He walked side ways since he was imbalanced by the load of his baggage while talking on his cell phone.
'Hello, this is Keitoleinen." The god of destruction said in a business like tone.
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Post by Hilja Kukkanen/Sasha Pisarev on Jul 9, 2008 20:30:56 GMT -5
I am distracted by all of the new people and things going on around me...as well as the insult to my fashion, so it is hard to keep track of these strangers. Taylor suggests food, and feeling pretty hungry, this sounds like a good idea to me. Alas, I don't have any money, so I really can't afford to go out.
"Well, why don't you guys go out with out me. It was nice meeting you and all...but I suppose I should go home and...give my hedgehog a bath!" I say to make an excuse for myself.
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Post by Linnea Korpela on Jul 9, 2008 20:52:30 GMT -5
"Hi Keito," Linnea tried to sound pleasant. "I'm at the office and I noticed that there isn't anything on your schedule and I was just checking to see if that is right."
Shifting nervously on her chair she expected him to freak out about this.
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