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Post by Lillian 'Kat' Gillespie on Jan 15, 2008 23:08:23 GMT -5
Kat followed Gabe, glad to be moving and not talking. In fact she slightly ran into him when he stopped just outside the shop, admiring it. She had to take a step back to remove the front of her from his back. "Sorry." she muttered in response, letting him know she wasn't intentionally trying to run him over. Kat hadn't really paid much attention to it's plain appearance but hey, she didn't really go by that as often as most. If he said that he liked it, then surely it was good enough. Besides it was alot easier to make others.. or let others be happy then worry about herself.
She went ahead and stepped into the shop, picking out a small booth that had no one around it. She at least liked some privacy and no crowd when doing... well anything. She was sure that Gabe was following. She just wanted to try to relax a bit more - feeling that slightly up tight side of her tugging at her responses again. Perhaps if they actually sat down and talked away from everything else she would calm back down.
There were several things that she didn't know about him and she wouldn't mind knowing either. She was genuinely interested now, finding herself liking his company. But she still felt more comfortable getting to know him. She wasn't really the type that liked to let people in on her life. They could talk about school or some other craptastic topic like that...
But she would just have to try to ease up a bit and remember not to snap his head off without good cause. And she reminded herself this as she slipped her robe off and placed it and her hat in the cushioned seat before sliding in herself and looking to Gabe, hoping that this would be alright with him.
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Post by Gabriel Sutherland on Jan 15, 2008 23:27:06 GMT -5
Gabe didn't bother to turn around when Kat ran into him, mostly because he didn't want her to see that he was laughing at her. For someone so connected with everything, she sure seemed disconnected. Gabe didn't have the right to say anything, after all, he was the king of day dreaming and the slight tiny scar just underneath his hair line would attest to that. The momentous meeting of Gabriel Sutherland and his mother's china cabinet, the topic of many holiday dinners still today.
He followed along behind Kat slowly as she entered the shop, letting her pick out the place to sit, just another way of keeping her comfortable. This looked as if it was Kat's first time here and Gabe surmised as much. Not that he thought Kat was in that category which thought themselves too good to eat here, but because well...not many every day passersby seemed to even notice this place. Gabe had stumbled upon it by mistake really, tripping over his own two feet and falling through the front door to be more precise and so, in a very horrible attempt to save face, he decided to stay and well...the rest is history.
He stopped as Kat picked out a booth, tossing her hat and coat inside before giving Gabe a look to see if he approved. Gabe didn't waste time however and quickly took his place across from Kat, tossing his bag of candy on the table and looking toward the small woman behind the front counter. He held up two fingers and smiled, giving the woman a wink who just laughed in return. The odd little exchange between the two and the words not spoken, indicated Gabe was somewhat of a regular here. "You like pickles?," he asked her with a very perplexed look, hoping the answer would be yes, because if she didn't, he would be having double helpings today, much to his stomach's disapproval.
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Post by Lillian 'Kat' Gillespie on Jan 16, 2008 0:16:57 GMT -5
Kat sat and watched as Gabe made a motion to the woman behind the counter. Obviously he came here alot. And it's funny how something things don't even exist in your little world until someone else reveals it to you... much like this place. She had never seen nor heard of it in all her time at Hogwarts and her few trips to Diagon Alley.
He asked her if she liked pickles and she nodded, "Dill, not sweet." Her lip slipped up just slightly in distaste as she mentioned sweet pickles. Why that was right up there with broccoli on her list. And giving this she assumed that he had ordered his regular for them both. That was good because she could be quiet indecisive and she was trying to remain nice - such a tiring job. Not that he had done anything wrong, at least not that she really thought.
As the woman left to get their order she placed her hands in her lap under the table, looking right across to him. It was pretty nice in here, nothing special in the least but the atmosphere was laid back. Plus the lights weren't real bright that were over the tables so it kinda put a calm air about the place. She might as well start interrogating him. And she just imagined herself standing up, one foot left on the seat, her sharp heel digging deep into the padding, all decked out in mad leather with a riding crop and shinning this bright light down on his face to keep her identity as she started demanding answers in some German accent. But that was far from the truth.. at least she hoped she didn't come off as quiet that overbearing.
"Do you know what you want to do when you get out of school?" She asked him, curious of his answer because she had not yet fully planned out her life. She highly contemplated applying for something at the Ministry. Probably because whenever someone thought of a high job they always thought of the ministry of magic first. "Do you have a pet?", she asked next before he even got a chance to answer the first. After all the animal you pick to bring to school with you could say alot about your character. She tried to imagine what he would have brought.. but nothing seemed... fitting.
She moved her hands up to push her long black hair back over her shoulders and away from her face. She watched him patiently, however her right leg bouncing up and down without even her knowing so. It was alot like her rubbing obsession, rubbing her fingers over material until they went numb was soothing to her. She didn't actually have this until she was a little older, not something she had as a child. However her little tick that made her move something almost all the time (well when it wouldn't put more attention on her) she had done that for as long as she could remember. She leaned forward slightly, putting her hands back down in her lap. "Maybe do something like your mom or dad do?" yeah.. maybe that didn't come out right. I mean after all it sounded as if she was asking him if he was going to be a model. She didn't mean for it to come out like that at all but she really didn't know what to say to keep from poking at something that may not have been as bad as it sounded to her.
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Post by Gabriel Sutherland on Jan 16, 2008 0:38:17 GMT -5
Gabe just sat there, the slight squeaking of the booth from were Kat bounced her leg like obsessive compulsive sanitarium patient making him grit his teeth, his mind trying to process the sudden flood of questions he saw coming his way. Yeah, she only asked him two, but they both came at him like buckshot from a double barrel. He suddenly saw what his father had had to endure for who knows how many years and wondered how the old man put up with it without having his head explode. Then, he finally figured it out, the old man probably just let his mind drift off like this.
Snapping out of his day dream, Gabe smiled at Kat and leaned forward, his elbows on the table like some heathen. "Well, I don't know about being a model," he said with a laugh, "but music seems to alive and well within my soul," he said as his dropped his hands on the table, crossing one over the other. "Don't know where that'll come in handy in the wizarding world, but hey, there's a time and a place for everything," he replied in response to one of her questions. He couldn't be really honest in his answer, because he hadn't really thought about what he was going to do. On one hand, Gabe loved music and everything about it, but on the other, the magical world was just know starting to open itself up before him and he wasn't really sure if he could leave it right away or even at all.
Gabe wasn't one to really focus on career, he just liked to have fun and enjoy what time he did have with friends and family. His family had enough money, that Gabe really wouldn't have to worry about serious work, hence his love for music. This might seem a bit selfish, but that was just Gabe. It wasn't like he wouldn't or couldn't provide if ever put in that situation, he would just do it in a very different way.
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Post by Lillian 'Kat' Gillespie on Jan 16, 2008 0:55:59 GMT -5
Kat noticed that tighten of his jaw as he was gritting his teeth and that made her conscious of what she was doing. Though really it wasn't any of his d*mn business, she stopped and crossed her legs. Sitting back and listening to him all the same. There were certain things she was accustomed to doing, it soothed her and helped to calm her down. Sure she'd stop but now, now all that jittery energy would probably find a worse way of working itself out.
He pushed the model comment aside with a joke and confessed that he followed more in the footsteps of his father. "Chris Isaac." There it was again.. a word blurted out without any prior warning. And soon after she realized she said that out loud she tried to explain herself, "I was just reminded that video where it was him and the girl rolling around in the sand. I mean.. he could have pulled it off." Yeah, no need saying that either. Even if he was more than smooth back in his time. But she shook her head as if dismissing the whole thing. It was just the whole sand and beach thing that made her think of it when the topic of male model skimmed through the air.
She quirked her eyebrow, "Do you like to sing or play?" He hadn't really specified just what he enjoyed so much about music.. or which area he had talent in. "And truth be known it wouldn't hurt for someone to push music a bit more in the wizarding world. I mean if there's any advantage in living in the muggle world it's because you have more diversity." She gave a slight shrug as if this could be the answer to his problem. I mean who's to say they wouldn't really like it if they heard it? She couldn't really imagine the pull of one world then another on him and trying to make a major life decision. Of course he had time to wait around and gamble with favorable ideas.. Kat, well she really didn't have the funds to keep her going to do something like that.
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Post by Gabriel Sutherland on Jan 16, 2008 1:10:29 GMT -5
Kat had more energy than Gabe had bet on, a gamble he wasn't really prepared for at the moment. He figured she would be more stoic, but now that he was getting a bit more personal time with her, he was learning different. Not that he minded the questions, it was just coming a bit fast. It was like she was some five year old who had been chasing the white pony all day long. It all made Gabe laugh a little, in fact even easing things for him. He was all worked up and stressed about Kat being uptight and aggressive with him and now, having that fear jerked out from underneath him sort of relaxed him.
He fell backward slowly into the booth, a very surprised looked on his face as Kat blurted out something about Chris Isaac and rolling around in the sand. Things were getting real weird with Kat right now and Gabe couldn't hold his tongue for much longer. In all his years in the magical world (the whole seven), Gabe had never met any witch or wizard who knew this much about muggles, save for those of that lineage, but they didn't count. "Both," he replied in response to her question of playing or singing, crossing his arms as he narrowed his eyes and tried to figure Kat out. The way she carried on about music needing to be pushed in the wizarding world was the button which finally sent Gabe on the offensive now.
"Your not muggle born, that's a fact which can't be disputed," he said as a matter of factly, "I mean if you were, Slytherin house would have fell apart by now. So, pureblood or half?," he asked her, his curiosity eating at him, "Because, to be honest, I'm a bit confused at this point," he added letting out a slow exhausted breath. All this muggle talk had finally gotten to him and he had to know, but knowing Kat she would probably turn it all around in her head and find some offense there, but then again, she was sharing the day with him, so Gabe had a least a chance of not getting mauled.
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Post by Lillian 'Kat' Gillespie on Jan 16, 2008 1:32:16 GMT -5
Kat had wanted to ask him more on the topic of music but he quickly turned it around and put her on the defense. It wasn't what he asked but what he could be asking and the probability of those questions to follow that made this all unfavorable to her. She sat up and put her fingertips (index) together, touching them to her bottom lip a moment before answering. Her cool eyes stayed locked on his, not blinking and seeming to dare his to.
Finally after that moment of hesitation (in a way all too much resembling a mobster) she dropped her hands back down under the table. "Pure." she said coolly, clearly her temper almost on the brink. "Why? Is there a problem with that?" She quirked her left eyebrow and it gave a slight tremor. She wanted to say so many more things, point out the fact that she hadn't made a deal out of his blood lineage. I mean hell, sure he had a more 'glamorous' lifestyle but honestly when it came down to it to alot of wizards he still wouldn't amount to anything because he would be looked at as if he were a mistake.
And as I mentioned before Lillian wasn't really a muggle hater. She would meet and interact with them if she had a reason but she wasn't the type of person that ran out and socialized with them on regular occasions. She knew her place was in the wizarding world and that's where she would stay as soon as she left Hogwarts.
And trust me, she could be alot crueler. After all she didn't know what a muggle born was really called until she got to school. Mud blood was what she had always heard growing up. Her parents weren't too fond of them and it seemed to run in the family. Not that she knew alot of her extended family, or that there was many to know.. But lets just say that their was evidence they hated muggles and their offspring, be it mixed with magic folk or not. However Lillian wasn't really instilled with these ideas. I mean hearing them as a child it all seemed practical but many different events in life can change your perspective or make you become stubborn and calloused to many things.
Anyway, there she sat, stiff as a board and as cool as a marble tombstone, unflinching and seeming more confident than ever. It was quiet the calm before the storm and it showed that she did have a dark side to her. He wasn't just treading on thin ice anymore he was driving picks into it, cracking the area completely around him. And she wasn't going to wait around long for an answer or let him try to construct some kind of painted over answer to sooth her. She wanted the truth and she wanted it fast before it could be modified. "Well?"
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Post by Gabriel Sutherland on Jan 16, 2008 1:47:02 GMT -5
Gabe became oblivious to Kat's rather icy demeanor and all his focus went straight to her answer, the one was hoping for. In a way, the pureblood part was good and bad. Good on the end that it gave his ideas backbone, but bad in the aspect of the relationship department. If Gabe were to pursue a more intimate relationship with Kat, granted if he was lucky enough to even be allowed a brief glimpse of something like that, then it wouldn't be easy. Not that all purebloods were muggle haters or anything of the sort, but most had a bad reputation and well, being of such old and established lineage, it was hard to tear down such walls.
He drummed his fingers on the table in some sort of rhythm and smiled, well, laughed actually. "No, nothing wrong, its great," he said, only adding to the confusion. "I've just never come across a pureblood who knew so much about muggle society," he said enthusiastically, "Well to be honest....I've never really met a witch or wizard outside of a muggle born who knows that much about muggles," he added, furrowing his brows again in thought. "I've crossed the line somewhere, haven't I?," he asked her, realizing the tone of her voice now. Gabe had offended Kat with his questions and mentally kicked himself for such a stupid mistake. He should have known better than to ask, after all, she seemed to get rather worked up over blood status, but not in the usual pureblood way.
Gabe took a deep breath and glanced away for a moment, trying to think of a way to salvage the situation. Yeah, he could try and apologize or find some way of explaining himself, but that would just piss her off even more. Gabe may have not been that experienced with women, but he knew enough and knew that once pissed off, you shouldn't talk anymore unless you were forced. His eyes slowly drifted back to Kat's and waited for whatever reaction she was going to throw his way, he just hoped it would be good.
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Post by Lillian 'Kat' Gillespie on Jan 16, 2008 2:01:27 GMT -5
Gabe finally noticed the red flags right as he was skipping all over her panic button. However not fully setting her off yet she gritted her own teeth a little and replied, "Mmm-hmm. About to skip off a ledge actually." It wasn't just a line with her that you could cross so much then work twice as hard to slip back to her good graces. Nor was there any lee way to ask juicy tid bits before she threw your ass out in the deep end, all alone with the hungry sharks.
She squinted her eyes a bit as he said that it was good news. Well, not talking about her blood lineage and muggle knowledge, per say.. but asking why he thought this was such great news wouldn't hurt. After all he couldn't really give her any information that she had kept from him. "It's great I'm a pure blood only because I know a lot of useless muggle knowledge? Or did you mean something else by that?" She wanted to know what was making him so d*mn cheery. All sitting over there tapping out a tune, whistling to the blue birds perching on his shoulder...
"I thought you said you liked me.." there it goes, the most powerful slip up (well perhaps it wasn't really an accident) that he had armed her with and she was indeed trying to use it to rain out his parade, "and I surely hope that it wouldn't have effected anything if I was any less." It could be taken two ways.. either that weakening of the blood was less or just the simple fact, well that was how it was, wasn't it? Or the fact that people of lesser blood are less. He could take it any way he wanted because if he got offended by anything she said, well she would just have to see. She might press the issue and she might let him cry it out.
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Post by Gabriel Sutherland on Jan 16, 2008 2:16:46 GMT -5
Alright, things were getting a bit heated here and had to be put back in line once again. Gabe wasn't getting any closer to the shallow end, but maybe if he could answer the right way with the right answers, he just might find a life preserver somewhere in this sea of discord. Kat was getting rather worked up and it seemed like she was just looking for an excuse to rake him over the coals, that is until she brought up the part about him liking her. Seems that some personal issue was more present than Gabe was first aware, an issue which now smacked him in the face.
Gabe leaned forward, his smile slightly there as he prepared to do his best and diffuse this ticking time bomb which was Lillian Gillespie. "I do like you Kat, trust me on that one," he began slowly and calmly, "and your blood lineage has nothing to do with that. Its just...," he tried to begin, but stopped and thought about it for a moment. "Alright, look at it this way. How many purebloods can name off the muggle things you have? Heck, how many halfbloods?," he asked her as he laid one hand on top of the other, "Now, couple this with the fact your in Slytherin house," he went on, putting his hand up again, "Not that it matters what house your sorted into, but its just...well....Let me try this. If one pureblood Slytherin can show this much interest in muggle society, then why can't the rest? Kind of blows the whole idea of house sorting out of the water if you ask me," he finished up, doing his best to keep from going on some rant.
"That is just part of what attracts me to you," he said, saying it before he realized it, his mind sending the warning a bit too late. With a sigh, Gabe plunged on, might as well get it all out. "Your you Kat, not because of what someone else wants you to be, but because you decided it on your own. Your not just another mindless drone, drowning on the idiocy they keep cramming down our throats at school," he finally finished, hoping he hadn't pounded that final nail into his coffin.
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Post by Lillian 'Kat' Gillespie on Jan 16, 2008 15:05:10 GMT -5
And he started some rant about why can't every slytherin be interested in muggles and such.. blah, blah, blah. Did he expect them to make some sort of team and go out and try to touch people? Was this what he was trying to do was blur the lines between houses (like that would ever happen)? Well whatever dream he was working on over there Kat had to quickly squish it out. She wasn't up for anything like that and she wouldn't want to do it.. Not that he really said they needed to work together but that's where she was afraid it was heading.
She threw up her hands and shook her head slightly. "Hey, I can't say I blame pure bloods for their anger and slight hatred. I mean look, they can't live the life they were born to lead because it might upset someone who doesn't understand." She was taking her time trying to say things that wouldn't seem so offensive to him. "Look, your world may seem amazing to you, you were born straight into it. However someone brought up in a different world were magic was the center of function and organization and entertainment.. Well it's sort of hard to really be interested when you take that spark out." She was trying to be nice in a round about way but really he needed to chill out on his whole change the world and peace, love, and hair grease stuff."I mean if things had been different I would be as oblivious as the next Slytherin but some things in life you can't change or alter."
And there he went about the houses and she let out a sigh, leaning forward. "Do you really think eliminating houses will solve cliques? Really I think it's a brilliant job because it sort of helps you know who you are most compatible with. I'm not all one for house wars and such but realistically I have to realize that most Slytherins and I have more in common than anyone from any other house. I mean, other than a few drama freaks in there." She gave a slight pause, exhaling slowly, "Besides Gabe, in case you haven't noticed - no ones sorted into any particular house because they hate mud bloods." Whoops! There it was, a slip of the tongue and she tried to stop the whole incident but her tongue only slowed and slurred the end of that word.. Sort of like when someone knew they put their foot in their mouth.
But either way the lady whom Gabe had motioned to earlier came quickly walking up between the tables and booths making her way towards them with two plates in hand. And Kat heard her way before she saw her body standing next to the booth. She didn't know if it was worse that this awkward moment was interrupted by a stranger or if this woman was somehow a slight savior by throwing out a distraction at a most uncomfortable time. Kat wasn't really prejudice or anything. She just called things like she seen them, one person at a time and she just happened to feel more comfortable with terms that were meant to upset others.
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Post by Gabriel Sutherland on Jan 16, 2008 15:26:37 GMT -5
Gabe didn't really expect Kat to fall in line with what he was saying, after all, who really did? Kat came from a world where the most intriguing and wondrous things happened at the mere snap of someone's fingers. He couldn't argue with the fact that the magical world was far more interesting, but that didn't mean anything non-magical was to be discarded. Muggles had many interesting inventions of their own and to be honest, sometimes they were far more creative. Muggles had to rely on wits and physical hard work to account for every accomplishment they ever succeeded at and while magic wasn't easy, it was just different. How many witches and wizards out there had every gotten a callous from chopping wood or digging ditches or took everyday items and turned them into something which could carry them to the stars and last time Gabe checked, there weren't any wizards walking around on the moon.
Of course, all this was a moot point the second Kat uttered the word 'mud blood'. Now, Gabe wasn't one to get real worked up over the word, after all, he had years to tune it out, but it still stung a bit. He tried to remind himself that Kat hadn't really meant it as it sounded and for what it was, it was just a word she grew up hearing and to her it was no different than any other adjective. Like I said though, it still hurt and the look Gabe gave Kat as he sat back, allowing the waitress to sit their plates showed the disappointment he was feeling. "Thanks Myra," he said without taking his eyes off of Kat, the waitress reading the look and backing away slowly.
"Compatibility is just another word for lazy," he said kind of coldly, pulling his plate closer to him, removing the little red flag which was stabbed into the top of the sandwich. "Do you think friends get along because they like the same things? Maybe to an extent, but there are times when those friends are going to clash and its only the desire to stay friends that keeps them together. Good relationships are something you have to work at if you want to keep them or have them," he said as he took another slow breath before turning his head to take a rather large bite of his sandwich, turkey judging by the smell of it.
He chewed his bite slowly, keeping his eyes on Kat while he did so, his look indicating he was warring some private little war inside of his head. Finally after swallowing his food, he spoke. "We all say stupid things from time to time Kat, so don't worry about it," he said, letting her know he wasn't going to get too worked up about her little slip up. Gabe couldn't get too mad at her, after all, he had just given himself some great advice. Besides, it wasn't like Gabe wasn't used to being treated like a freak show, after all, he was the odd ball on both sides of the fence.
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Post by Lillian 'Kat' Gillespie on Jan 16, 2008 15:55:16 GMT -5
She had uttered a bad word, of sorts, and it was clear that Gabe didn't approve. However due to her dysfunctional personality instead of feeling worse about it when he gave her that disapproving look she felt a bit rebellious. He had said things to her that labeled her. She wasn't really saying anything rash and she surely wasn't singling him out. She just didn't know why he seemed so spazztastic when it came to the whole blood lineage and to her Slytherin house. Of course this silence and gaze only last for a few second, within this time the lady left and he finally began talking again.
Gabe went on about compatibility being lazy and such. Well, yeah.. she wasn't the one that was labeled for being a 'hard worker'. She was on some things, like grades.. but still if you don't get along with someone, well then it just didn't happen. And if you weren't really clicking then it was hard to think of things to talk about that were interesting to both. Needless to say important relationships did need alot of work, however you can't rely completely on hard work to keep it going. You can't force yourself to .. well believe like someone else does and you couldn't make them be any more like you either.
She gave a slight sigh as she listened to him. d*mn he was all hard headed. A mind full of foolish dreams that should have been squashed by reality sometime before puberty. And when he gave her the opportunity she tossed her two cents down on the table. "Yeah, I do believe friends get along because they like the same stuff. And I don't think that there's anything wrong with people putting work into their relationships if thats what they want to do.. However something that should be enjoyed only becomes a chore if you are both poor matches." She shook her head just slightly, thinking it all over. Most of the time when relationships were on the rocks it was one person always giving and the other always taking. And that's how human nature was. When one person actually cared about someone they were vulnerable to be taken advantage of. It seemed like a win win situation if you kept everything at a reasonable level to Kat. "Besides people are selfish when it comes to relationships. It's always something you want to fulfill with yourself. You want to talk about your likes, share someone else's pain or joy. Or be it from wanting someone else to sweep you off your feet. It's all selfish because no matter what you're seeking you wanting something that you can't give yourself."
She relaxed a little as he ate a bite of his sandwich. Right now she thought she'd choke on it if she tried. Her mouth felt dry and it usually did when she was irritated. Of course by now the sides of her tongue were sore from all the times she had to stop herself from saying something even worse.
Now when Gabe sort of implied she had been stupid she went on the defense again. That was a sore spot with her and she didn't like others putting all the fault on her. "Really?" Her eyes narrowed on his, she knew deep down that she shouldn't be mad and that she should appreciate the fact that she wasn't having to say sorry to get him to forgive her.. but .. she just couldn't.. or at least she couldn't show it. She didn't like to be told she was wrong. "Did I say something stupid or where you merely being stupid for getting offended over a simple word?" Gah! Really deep down Kat didn't want to make him hate her.. but perhaps that would be safest. I mean he was a bit too kind hearted and he over looked her mistakes so easily. If she got used to having him around and had that feeling of security like she couldn't mess up enough to screw it up.. then guaranteed he suddenly wouldn't be here. And that brought her to another irrational conclusion. "We only talk because we met at school, don't we? I mean if I had just been a mere stranger on the street you wouldn't have even been tempted to introduce yourself to me, would you?" The closer you get to the fire the more it burns..
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Post by Gabriel Sutherland on Jan 16, 2008 16:17:39 GMT -5
Kat was immediately on the defensive and everything she said was total and utter bullsh*t. She was twisting words and phrases that made her feel better, that let her sleep better at night. All of a sudden, she wasn't so worried about what she had called him, where as in reality, if she wasn't worried, she wouldn't have tried to stop herself from saying it the first time. It was things like this which Gabe picked up on, a trait which he developed early on in his life. When dealing with people and trying to get past their defense mechanisms, one had to learn to see the motives behind them, something which Gabe had seen enough of and knew almost by heart.
Kat's irrational behavior and little speeches only got worse the longer she ranted. She wasn't making any sense by the end and Gabe could only smile at her in response. Apparently, he had more of an effect on her than he knew...even now. She needed to vent and so, in respect of that, Gabe gave her the time and room needed. However, Kat wasn't really going to be happy once he started speaking again and began bursting that angsty bubble all to pieces.
"Feel better?," he asked her, as he ate a potato chip from his plate, seeming a bit too relaxed considering the venom bath he just took. "Now in response to your last question, I want you to think about it for a second. You were a total stranger at school.....one that caught my eye and one I took an immediate liking to. Street or library or sandwich shop....its all the same Kat," he said before eating another chip. Location had nothing to do with the decision Gabe made when deciding if to talk to a total stranger or not. Gabe went on feeling and the mood set by some people. "How do think I know Myra over there so well? Its not from sitting her all the time eating her sandwiches, its because I took the time to get to know her," he said calmly, finding interest in his turkey sandwich again, the last few comments of anger sliding off his back like they never happened.
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Post by Lillian 'Kat' Gillespie on Jan 16, 2008 16:37:30 GMT -5
Gabe didn't react like she was used to, or how she was really hoping he would. ~"Feel better?" ~ His words drifted through the air with ease and she wanted to scream out 'HELL NO!!!' Especially when she knew that he really didn't care about anything that she said. Which honestly she did believe that relationships were selfish. Of course that's another excuse why she has so few as it is.
And he went on explaining they were complete total strangers. Ah, but they did have something in common. They went to the same school and they were both magic users. That was at least two obvious things that were alike between the two of them but she wasn't going to say anything. Why should she? She felt she was being completely logical and him... well she just thought he was a tad crazy in his way of thinking. Which of course he thought was logical.
She was going to attempt to poke at her food, right now too upset to actually eat anything. But she didn't get the chance because Gabe went on asking her how she thought he knew Myra so well. How was she supposed to know?! And then he commented it wasn't from coming in here and eating her sandwiches all the time. Then what was it he was doing with her? Now rationally she would have kept that cool head, she didn't care who he talked to or spent his time with. She didn't have any right to disapprove ... or feel jealous because he had no right to do any of that when it came to her life. But still her mind was starting to slip. Yep, it was that totally crazy personality that was tucked neatly in every girl that was started to rage. She wanted to burst out, be very aggressive despite the fact that she felt she was only trying to protect herself. But she couldn't say anything. No, because no matter what maliciousness she spoke he would simply be all smiling when she got done. She actually bit down on her tongue this time, not realizing it until she tasted that slight coppery warmth at the tip of her tongue. She felt her whole chest and neck getting warm (her skin flushed alot when upset) and it was a good thing she had on a turtle neck or it would have been all too obvious. But instead of saying anything, well she just crossed her arms tightly in front of her and looked away. She didn't want to see him sitting there with that stupid grin on his face. The one that she believed she was starting to despise. And truth was hard but she was about half a step out of the door already. From this point it could only get worse because he would poke her. And if by some queer chance he didn't poke at her. Well she would have this feeling in her head all night. Some form of uncontrollable anger and she would keep making up excuses until she found one rational enough.
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