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Post by tanglenose on May 23, 2011 18:31:46 GMT -5
Adrian slid into the chair opposite Amanda and started fiddling with the little cylinders of creamer, arranging them into random pyramids. He knew it was kind of childish, but it was something he had always done because it mildly entertained him. A waitress came over and asked for their order. “Uhhh, I’ll just have a cup of coffee.” He glanced around the diner as Amanda gave the waitress her order. The diner was about half full, mostly old people, but the occasional young person chatting amongst themselves.
When Adrian turned back, the waitress had gone off to get their order and Amanda was waiting not-so-patiently for the question. So far, he was enjoying making her wait, keeping her in suspense. “Ok, so you know Mr. Hoffman, the Mythology teacher?” He asked rhetorically. “Well, apparently, he-“ He was cut off as the waitress re-appeared with their order. “Thank you.” A couple creamers went into his coffee and he resumed talking. “Apparently, he heard about me wanting to escape and he wanted to help me. He said he’ll break me out and hide me in his house, in exchange for me doing some ‘odd jobs’ for him. When I asked if he could break a second person out, he agreed. And I wanted to ask… you.” He ended looking out the window and took a long sip from his mug. Amanda WORD COUNT: 230 NOTES: THERE, ARE YOU HAPPY? |
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Post by amanda on Jun 11, 2011 14:14:20 GMT -5
amanda had kept her eyes down, and angled away from the people around her. being practically alone gave her the illusion of being okay with coming here. of not worrying about the men that would occupy the tables around them. her heart had already began to speed up, her nails digging into her palm as she stared at the table, only lifting her eyes when she saw movement. adrian was acting childish and a small smirk appeared on her lips. leave it to him to find something fun to do while she was practically freaking. sitting up straight, she tossed her hair out of her face, and met the waitress' stare straight on. it was the only thing she could do. she let a glare form in her eyes, "just bring me something hot." her voice was cold and leveled, a change from the what was happy and chipper a moment prior.
she frowned at adrian's insane question, "yes. wh.." but before she could as the question her hot chocolate was in front of her. she frowned and muttered an incoherent profanity. watching the woman stomp off in bitter anger, amanda felt a little better. at least someone could feel almost as bad as her. though the next thing she new, adrian had started up again. now his next words startled him, breaking out? she thought back to buck, the guy she hated, the guy she wished would fuck off. but now...now she could leave. leave him, this place, all the things she hated and disappear. "i'd like to..um do that," she said finally. then she thought of hope, how she would feel and then it was gone. who cared. she didn't. at least not right this moment anyway.
words: two hundred ninety-four
outfit: here
tags: wolfie with addy
notes: are you happy? ?
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Post by tanglenose on Jun 11, 2011 22:50:42 GMT -5
Adrian’s eyebrow bounced up as Amanda agreed to his escape plan. “Really? That’s great!” He exclaimed, a smile crossing his face. Half of him had expected her to call him insane and walk off, but this was a pleasant turnout. “Fantastic!” Taking a long sip from his coffee, he noticed dark clouds forming outside the window. “Uh-oh, where did those come from? We should head back before we get drenched.” He muttered, flagging down the waitress. “Could we please have a couple disposable cups or something?” Pulling out his wallet, he handed the waitress a twenty to pay for the drinks. “What? You didn’t think I’d actually let you pay, did you?”
As the waitress strolled off to find them some cups, Adrian resumed talking about the escape plan. “So apparently, he turned his basement into some sort of suite or something, where we would live. If that wasn’t good enough, he also said he would even provide us with some money, in exchange for us doing some work for him.” Glancing around, he leaned forward and lowered his voice so only Amanda could hear him. “But they’re not normal jobs. I mean, he paid me two hundred dollars to blow up that car down on Wren Street. When I asked why, he said he could tell me after I escaped.” He leaned back and resumed talking normally. “And if that doesn’t sound legit, I don’t know what is!” Amanda WORD COUNT: 250 NOTES: YES!!!!!!!!! |
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