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Post by Isidor Faust on Dec 11, 2014 23:45:43 GMT
The streets had finally changed to match the season, he noted, as he made his way down the sidewalk. Everywhere he looked there were lights hanging along shop windows, wreaths on doors, and little Santa figurines – not to mention plenty of nativity scenes here and there as well. He found it odd that some of the people still adhered to those beliefs in the face of what had happened recently, but no doubt they had found a way to rationalize it in their minds. They always did. And that was fine, really. Blind faith was good when it was placed in the correct hands. More often than not as far as religion was concerned it wasn’t, but whatever. Every now and then there was a good religious leader, he supposed. Not that the rest of the world really mattered at this point, anyway. He wondered if the people in the toy box would eventually elect their own pope, perhaps a president to rule over all the lands found within. It would make sense. They got no news from the outside world anymore.
He was dressed sort of oddly in comparison to the people who walked around him. No doubt they found it cold, having lived here for their whole lives or at least for several years, but he found it more than bearable. Much more comfortable than it had been when he had moved here during the summer. That had been unbearable. How the people survived it was beyond him. He pushed the sleeves of his sweater up to his elbows, wishing that he had worn a thinner shirt or something. He liked winter clothes, but he found he couldn’t really wear them around here. There was no need for him to miserable in the winter as well as the summer, after all.
He pushed open the door to the diner where they had agreed to meet, Gisela padding in before him. She got some sidelong glances, but there was no panic like there might have been in the outside world. Just about everyone seemed to have a familiar of some kind, it just so happened that his was rather dangerous. Gisela wasn’t the only dangerous familiar, though. Plenty of people had large dogs or wolves, and birds of prey could be deadly in their own right. “Es ist heiß hier.” The tiger murmured testily, her tail twitching back and forth. “Ich weiß.” He told her, his voice sympathetic as he pushed himself into the booth opposite the redhead he had set out to meet. Gisela laid down half under the table and huffed. “Rosen~” He greeted with a warm smile, his blue eyes brightening a bit. “I hope you have not been waiting long.” He went on to say, his brows furrowing slightly.
Rosen was a newer member to the gang, but so very important. Her surname – Evans – hadn’t struck him as odd on initially meeting her. But after seeing her home, and researching her mother’s maiden name, he had come to find out that she was from old money. Very old money.
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Rose Evans
“Es ist heiß hier.” - It is hot in here.
“Ich weiß.” - I know.
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Post by Rose Evans on Dec 12, 2014 18:54:26 GMT
Of the four seasons, Rose loved the two extremes above either of the moderates. While summer was a time for short shorts, sandals, and beach volley ball, winter was a time for snug jackets, cute hats, and Christmas music. When asked to pick between the two, Rose preferred the summer for seasonal aspects but preferred the winter for social ones. People just sort of started being merrier around this time. The world was less threatening and cruel with songs of good cheer and shouts of glee in the air.
Dressed in slick black jeans and a red hoodie over two layers of shirts, Rose was warm as she made her way past people and into the diner where she was to meet Isidor. When she found he was not there yet, she secured a table, but now that the redhead was resting inside the warmth of the diner, Rose found herself pealing at her clothes. Her monogrammed hoodie was shed first and laid across her lap, and for a little, that made it bearable. As time had ticked on, she thought to take off the t-shirt over her long sleeved under shirt but stopped in mid motion upon seeing Isidor walk through the diner door.
All too quickly, she was settling her shirt again and reaching up to claw through her short hair in a ditch effort to make it look presentable. “Izzy!” her voice chirped over the lower din, and an arm raised briefly in a wave before Rose settled again sitting up a bit taller than before. As the large cat laid down under them, Rose glanced down briefly before rather quickly glancing up again as Isidor spoke. The utterance of her nickname, something Rose found unique and pretty in its own way, earned a warm smile before a head shake was given at the comment thereafter. “Not too long,” she assured brightly.
As a waitress approached after having initially been swatted away by Rose the first time around, orders were taken before she left once more. Rose’s attention, however, had been caught rather quickly by her friend across the table. “Ready for Christmas?” she asked casually thereafter.
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Post by Isidor Faust on Dec 16, 2014 0:58:15 GMT
The redhead’s excitement at seeing him settled warmly in his stomach for two reasons. The first was a bit darker than the second, of course. Rose was so easy, so, so, easy. He loved her for it, really. Why the girl had developed a crush on him, he couldn’t be sure. He didn’t know why some people did and some people didn’t, but he never complained when they did. And besides, Rose was beautiful, especially with that hair color. She was much too important to lose as well. If it came to it, he could be her boyfriend. He just preferred not to, because she wasn’t the only person who could be manipulated by romantic feelings. Either way, he did legitimately like her. She was a warm and kind person, energetic and fun to be around.
“I am glad~” he told her, “I would hate for one such as yourself to have to wait too long for me.” He smiled warmly at her as he settled more comfortably into his seat. The sleeves of his sweater would be pushed up to his elbows once again, the top button undone. Damn. Why was it so hot in here? Even Rose was hot, he noted, with her jacket placed off to the side. He raked his fingers through his blonde hair. A bit of color was found on his cheeks due to the heat, but he never once mentioned it.
As the waitress came by and took their orders, he requested a glass of ice water to drink. Yes, that would be good. His blue gaze focused solely on Rose as she spoke though. Was he ready for Christmas? Heh, what a question. He hadn’t been included in any of his “family’s” decorating, nor had he been taken out with them to look at the lights and whatever else they did. It made him slightly bitter, but it didn’t matter. They weren’t his real family anyway. Rather than mention this, though, he smiled and nodded. “Oh yes~” he said easily, “I have picked out several presents, and I bought Gisela a ribbon to wear, but she will not let me near her with it.” The tiger under the table rumbled dangerously. “Verpiss dich.” She cursed, and he chuckled. “What of you?” He questioned, accepting his water as the waitress brought their drinks.
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Verpiss dich - Fuck off.
Rose Evans
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Post by Rose Evans on Dec 17, 2014 3:55:21 GMT
A small grin flashed across Rose’s features as Izzy commented on hating to be late before a shake of head was given. She wouldn’t have minded waiting for him— though if he had been too late, he may have arrived to find her with food and drink already set up and being devoured. Though Rose felt she was patient, her stomach was not. It was questionable how she kept so lean at the end of the day, though perhaps her active lifestyle preserved her in that regard. With the budding and blossoming of her power, she’d grown much more active than she had ever been before doing what she could to learn the physical movements that would be of the most use to her in time. The girl still found she suffered limitations in some regards, but even those she was sure she could overcome somehow.
Despite the heat, when the waitress had returned, Rose ordered hot chocolate. She couldn’t help it; it was winter. The season practically demanded it. As the waitress retreated, Rose continued on with that tangent thought. The smile she would receive in response warmed her cheeks a little though she listened intently as he spoke. Several presents? A nod was given as Rose began scrolling through mental possibilities of what her present could be. Unintentionally, her mind filtered out what would have been considered ‘lower priced’ presents, and thus she was imagining things such as the bike she had- OH RIGHT!
Rose had to stop herself from blurting out what she had more recently received, but it was easy to fall quiet when Izzy explained about the ribbon. Glancing under the table for a moment, Rose gave a small grin before glancing up again. “Guess what I got!” she said rather rapidly thereafter keeping rather intensive eye contact with Isidor. She’d wait only a few seconds before blurting it out thereafter. “A bike! A motorcycle,” she emphasized with warmth in her features.
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Post by Isidor Faust on Dec 19, 2014 11:39:26 GMT
When the redheaded girl ordered a hot chocolate, he had to smirk just slightly. He did enjoy hot beverages as well, but he doubted he could stand to drink one with how hot he currently was. Well, maybe he’d steal a sip of Rose’s – she’d probably like that, anyway, and he would get some hot chocolate without having to drink an entire cup. Seemed like a good plan to him, everyone won. He did try to do things that made her, and the rest of the gang, happy, though unfortunately he often – either intentionally or unintentionally – put his happiness first. Well, he was still young. Perhaps given time he would get better at taking care of them, perhaps.
His blonde eyebrows raised slightly when her gaze returned from Gisela. He could tell already that she was very excited about the news she was going to share with him. Her golden eyes held his blue ones easily, and they were bright and wide. A smile was present on her features – she practically radiated excitement. It was basically impossible for him not to grin back at her. He didn’t even have to hear the news. Her happiness was infectious. Before he could respond with a ‘what’ to her initial question, however, she was already telling him what she’d gotten.
A motorcycle? Sometimes Isidor forgot just how rich Rose was, but she would always pleasantly remind him in these ways. It wasn’t even Christmas yet. Surely whoever had gotten it for her had meant it as a Christmas gift, but she would probably be getting something else from them as well, and probably nothing any cheaper. “That is amazing!” He told her, leaning forward on the table a bit as a brighter grin expressed itself onto his features. “What kind is it?” He went on to ask, flicking some of his hair from his eyes.
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Rose Evans
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Post by Rose Evans on Dec 23, 2014 0:55:44 GMT
The exclamation that it was amazing and the legitimate interest in her bike that acme thereafter practically made Rose gush. Though she hadn’t picked out the bike herself, she’d read its paperwork and gone over all of its modifications a little after getting it, and thus when he asked, she beamed ready to tell him. “It’s a 1200 Harley Sportster with custom black laced sixteen inch wheels, ralley runner seat so you can sit behind me, locked leather saddle bag, and chrome engine!” she proclaimed proudly and more than a little happy that she’d remembered it all.
Pausing but a moment, Rose offered a small smile before delving into a grin. “My brother’s teaching me to ride it so I can get my license for it,” she explained a bit softer after the fact warmly. “But after that, I’ll be able to ride it to school and around town. We could even go out of town faster.” She smiled a little thinking that over. Though she could have a car called and or possibly break into a car now that she’d learned the hand gestures that went into such things, it was nicer to know she had something on hand and super-fast. “The only problem’s going to be the snow,” she sighed a little at that thought. The streets could be slick; Rose knew this well. Driving a car was difficult but a motorcycle with only two wheels? It was a challenge to say the least!
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Post by Isidor Faust on Dec 24, 2014 7:45:12 GMT
He listened, his blue eyes bright, as she told him all about her bike. Her excitement was so adorable, really. He liked seeing her face so bright, liked hearing her talk about something she was clearly pleased with – he liked seeing her happy. He wanted Rose to be happy. He wanted Lenny, Ruru, and all of his family to be happy. The fact that she was happy over something that was almost equally exciting to him was just an added bonus. The motorcycle was perfect, really. Perhaps a car would have been better for towing everyone around, but the motorcycle could get places that a car could not. Plus with Rose having her own vehicle their movements would be much harder to track than if they took a taxi or used some sort of driving service – not that that was an issue at the moment, but it could become one in the future. “It sounds really nice, you will have to let me see it soon~” He told her warmly.
He sipped at his water, though his gaze never left her, as she talked about how much faster they could get around now. He was slightly amused at the thought of riding on behind her, but Isidor didn’t consign to sexist nonsense so it didn’t bother him. He was just quite a bit bigger than her so it would look silly. He was sure she would enjoy it though. If he hadn’t had such a good hold on his facial expressions he would have smirked. Yes, this would be fun. He would enjoy being close to her as well. After all, he was a teenage boy and she was a pretty girl – it didn’t take a genius to figure it out.
“With your brother teaching you I am sure you will have your license in no time.” He told her confidently. Really, he wasn’t sure which of her brothers was teaching her, but he felt like it was the oldest. Christopher, he believed was the older man’s name. He didn’t like him. He was shrewder than Rose’s mother, but luckily he wasn’t around as much. “Yes, you will have to be careful in the snow. I would hate to see you get hurt.” He frowned thereafter. He honestly would be genuinely upset if something happened to her.
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Rose Evans
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Post by Rose Evans on Jan 6, 2015 4:23:10 GMT
Rose practically glowed upon finishing her description of the motorcycle she’d received. She loved it; she absolutely loved it. The excitement of it would not wear down or wear off just yet and probably wouldn’t for a while. Of all her gifts in life, this one felt like the best— well maybe aside from the year her father got her an actual pony for her birthday. That had been wonderful….. She regretted leaving him back in Boston but couldn’t deal with the memories the small horse carried with him of the old man who gave him to her. It was why she cut her hair, changed her attire, and became a different Rose from the one she had been before her father’s death. It was the only way she could deal with it even now years later.
She nodded quickly when Izzy commented that she would have to show it to him soon. “Of course!” her words came thereafter were simple enough in response. Rose didn’t consider what it would be like to have him riding behind her nor did she consider the implications that brought. At the moment, her head was in the excitement of riding and the joy of being free on the land. Little did she realize what chains bound her were almost all self-established now a days. A giggle crossed those lips as Rose brightened. “Yep! I can’t wait,” she replied before actually doing some consideration in the form of safety. When spring came, it would be easier, she told herself. Until then, she just had to go slow and carefully.
The drinks were set on the table causing Rose to pause and glance over at them as if perhaps she’d forgotten they were coming. Meeting the gaze of the waitress, however, she smiled and rather quickly took up the hot chocolate. While it was warm in the room, she loved the drink all the same. As the liquid pressed to her lips, she hesitated as if gauging its temperature before taking a bigger sip thereafter. Thankfully it was not scorching, and thus a big sip wasn’t too terrible. “Mmmmm~” she giggled a little thereafter.
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Post by Isidor Faust on Jan 13, 2015 1:36:09 GMT
The boy lifted his hand, brushing some of his hair to the side as he considered her. An easy smile continued to play on his lips. The bright expression on her face was enough to make him want to reach across the table and touch her, though he kept his hands to himself for the time being. He could touch Rose anytime he wanted to, he knew, so it wasn’t like he needed to be in any kind of hurry. Though he was slightly concerned by her nonchalant reply. Having grown up in Germany, Isidor was no stranger to driving in the snow, but Rose was. He assumed. She was from somewhere colder, but she wouldn’t have been able to drive while she had been living there. Isidor, on the other hand, had started driving when he was thirteen. He would just have to trust her, though. And trust her brother to teach her as well.
That was hard. As much as he expected Rose and everyone else to trust him, the blonde’s trust was not something that was easily or readily handed out. He didn’t trust anyone to take care of her except for himself, and that included her. It was silly, really, and most of it was his possessive nature. She would be fine. She would be careful. She had to be, because he had told her to.
He was distracted as the waitress finally brought around the hot chocolate. His blue gaze flickered up to her, watching as Rose accepted the drink and tasted it. When the woman had left, Isidor smiled easily, any of the darker thoughts he’d previously had not showing on his features. “Is it good?” He questioned, grinning. “Can I try some?” He went on to ask, tilting his head to the side slightly.
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Rose Evans
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Post by Rose Evans on Jan 26, 2015 20:29:22 GMT
As Izzy spoke, Rose brimmed giving a warm smile and a nod. “Mhm! It’s good,” she mused lightly. For someone who had grown up amongst the refined class, Rose didn’t hate the food and drinks of the lower class as some did. While she might have preferred steamed low fat milk as the base for the hot chocolate, the girl didn’t mind what tasted similar to a water base in her drink instead. At the end of the day, hot chocolate was hot chocolate, and unless someone really messed up in preparing it, she wasn’t going to hesitate in drinking the rest.
The second question that came shortly after the first had the girl shifting over the drink towards Izzy without a second thought. “Sure,” she grinned warmly. It was only after Izzy would take a drink that Rose would slowly blush as the implications of such a simple gesture heated her features a bit more than the temperature of the diner ever could. Contrary to her desires, Rose’s crush was pretty obvious to those who knew her. She just couldn’t help it, however. There was something about Izzy that just seemed so … perfect? Perhaps if she had been to see a psychologist or two, they might have suggested it was her father’s traits that she saw in Izzy. Readily, however, Rose would have denied such an accusation.
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Post by Isidor Faust on Feb 7, 2015 20:47:25 GMT
As the drink was pushed over to him, long pale fingers curled around the handle fluidly. The cup was raised to his lips as he took a short sip. The liquid was really much too hot for him to ingest too much of it, but it didn’t taste bad. It would have been better with milk, but it was still pretty good either way. The cup was sat back down on the table and pushed back toward her as he licked his lips. The blush on Rose’s face was not missed, but he didn’t comment on it. He knew that she had a crush on him, just about everyone did. It was pretty obvious, but he found it to be cute among other things anyway. He had noticed that American girls seemed to be quicker to crush on him than German girls, and while he wasn’t exactly sure of the reason, but he did like it.
He leaned back in the booth and stretched his legs out, his feet coming to rest on either side of Rose’s. Gisela growled a bit under the table as his legs brushed past her, but she settled once again easily enough. “Do you have any other news besides the bike?” He questioned. Honestly, he didn’t. Unless she wanted to hear about how he had to clean up after farm animals and do horrible, annoying, stinky jobs all day every day – and he had to guess that she didn’t. Fingers would raise to absently brush some of his hair from his eyes.
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Rose Evans
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Post by Rose Evans on Mar 9, 2015 1:26:51 GMT
Clasping the mug again, Rose carefully lifted it once more and took a sip. Even then, she could feel the steam rolling off of it, and while the room itself was rather warm, feeling the steam was surprisingly nice regardless. She could still remember times when she was younger, coming in from snowy days and sitting in the mud room, drying off with a cup of hot chocolate in her hands. A part of her missed Boston, as much as she missed her dolls, dresses, and ….and her father. Unintentionally, Rose took a shaky breath inwards at that thought. It could easily be dispelled as a shiver from the cold had not the room been so warm, but Rose herself knew better. Setting down the hot chocolate again, she slowly drew her legs up in front of her and wrapped her arms atop them.
Resting her chin there, Rose looked considerably more pensive that way as she considered Isidor’s question. Did she have any other news? Well now that she thought about it, now that the excitement had lessened, a different thought came to Rose. “Ah well…uhm….” she began briefly pausing to regroup her thoughts. “Do you know if Cailyn is… ok? I saw her walking funny the other day, but when I went to catch up with her, I guess she disappeared in the crowd or something,” she admitted with a small frown. Truthfully she hadn’t seen the other girl since, and that in itself made her … worried, almost? Rose wasn’t particularly great at naming let alone understanding her feelings.
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Post by Isidor Faust on Apr 7, 2015 22:28:04 GMT
The change in Rose’s attitude and posture wasn’t missed by the young man as he watched her. Despite the fact that his features were relaxed, as he had trained them to be, he watched the people who mattered to him closely. He picked up on things. He was left wondering what could have caused such a change in her mood, and perhaps he would have asked about it, had Cailyn not been brought up. The other girl was his closest friend, the closest thing that had to a real a friend. She knew things that others did not about him, and he knew things about her. However, as to why she had been limping, he had no answer. Little injuries such as that seemed common for the blonde-headed girl. Izzy did his best to justify them, sometimes he assumed that she was simply clumsy, though she didn’t seem to be around him. There always seemed to be an explanation for the injuries, and under the assumption that she wouldn’t lie to him, Izzy believed her. The reality of her situation was lost on him.
“Hmmm…” He murmured as he sipped on his ice water. Thinking back, he wasn’t quite sure if he’d noticed the limp that Rose was speaking of. “It is possible that she twisted her ankle or something.” He responded, brushing his bottom lip thoughtfully with his thumb. “I was texting her earlier today and she seemed to be fine. Though of course it is hard to tell through text messaging.” He fished his phone up, unlocking the screen to read over the texts once again. They seemed normal, but it was easy to appear normal through such a medium. Creases appeared on his forehead as his brows furrowed. He felt slightly anxious.
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Rose Evans
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