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Post by jody on Jun 22, 2006 14:50:38 GMT -5
Players;; Jou Rivenns, 20 - Me David Dubois, 20 - Kaffy Setting;; London, a local bookstore/coffeeshop. - - - - The hum of the ceiling fans was nothing less than relieving, and Jou found herself taking deeper breaths just because of the clean-feeling silence in the London bookstore. She was standing by one of the bookshelves closer to the merged coffee shop, an idle look on her face. Her ever-delicate, thin fingers gripped onto a paper-cased coffee cup, doing a dance every now and then to prevent the wildfire budding in her skin. Jou never really knew what drew her to bookstores, whether it was the silence, the peace, or the books themselves. The coffee started to burn at her palms and she looked down, quickly altering her hands' positions to remedy this. There were quiet footsteps all around her, and the chocolate-haired girl looked up to match them to the people who made them. It had been ages since her Hogwarts years-- the hair she'd so roughly sheared off had grown back and now trailed at the edge of her shoulder blades. She hadn't exactly grown any more in stature, but it actually added to her childish appearance. The still-jade eyes searched over the spines of many elegantly-published books. Gold-leaved titles and rough canvas spines, sleek leather spines, polished vinyl. The coffee burned again, and Miss Rivenns adjusted her hands accordingly without lifting her eyes from the spines. She would find a book today. Afterall, it wasn't like she had much else to do.
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Post by Kathryn on Aug 4, 2006 17:53:22 GMT -5
David wheeled himself carefully into the bookstore, smiling over his shoulder gratefully at the older woman who was behind him holding the door open so he didn't have to continiously push at it and wheel his way through. She smiled back and looked patient for him to finish getting into the store before simply moving around him and contining on her way.
That was one thing he loved about muggle London. They'd seen or heard of people in wheel chairs and it wasn't a strange concept to them, not like it was in Hogwarts. Kids tended to tease each other, but for him it was worse. There were only a select few students he'd even kept in touch with, and that was rare because he was so busy.
And in his spare time he liked to come to bookstores, with cafe's in them to mix his love of coffee and old books together. Unfortunately, this time, he wasn't just here to read. His cousin was getting married, and he was ment to find some recipe books for her before he left. He didn't entirely mind, he could find them as he was finding the books he'd orginally come for. It just made it harder.
See, as much as he'd had since he was 9 to get used to the wheelchair, he still had some problems holding onto a large pile of books on his lap and steering at the same time. He probably should have mastered steering with one hand, but he hadn't bothered. There was usually always someone to help him out at home, or a few of his friends would carry his books for him at school, so he was fine.
It was this such problem that had him cursing only 15 minutes later. He'd grabbed the books he'd wanted and three cook books he thought she'd like, and he was just going to cut through and aisle and towards the cafe section when he'd gotten his wheel stuck around the corner of a book shelf. He'd struggled for a few minutes before he successfully pushed forward and...
Dropped all of his books onto a slender foot, and instantly recieved a splash of hot coffee along the shins of his cream slacks. He wanted to die on the spot. This was turning into a horrible day already. He flushed slightly, never quite able to shake his shyness around people he didn't know, and looked up.
And stalled. Of course he'd drop his books onto someone very, very pretty. His cheeks darkened even more.
"I'm so sorry miss. Really, I should be more careful of where I'm going.."
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Post by jody on Aug 5, 2006 17:11:51 GMT -5
There was a sharp pain and before she knew it, she'd drawn her foot back from where the books had dropped, lips parting to expel a small, whimpery-sounding yelp as her hands lost control of her coffee. She felt the jolt go all the way up to her shin until she realized that the pain as ... hot. Immediately, the clumsy lady looked down to see a plunge of brown all over the carpeting, her dark brown tights, and a pair of feet that she'd never seen before.
Jou tried to overlook the shock of pain from her foot and the burn of the coffee enough to trace the feet to their owner-- what she found was probably the most attractive shade of hazel she'd ever seen-- paints or reality. "I-- w-- oh--" It was just like that-- her lips immediately shut tight, her throat tightened, and the ache that was starting to settle into her foot was second to none but the creeping red that seemed to enhance because of the short, maroon-coloured scarf that was looped comfortably around her neck.
"You, but-- I--" Miss Rivenns stuttered for a minute more before looking down at the coffee again and her brain made a connection-- she dropped it. Quickly, she flicked her head back at him, eyes wide with worry and shock as her lips finally molded into spoken word. "I'm... so... sorry-- I-- I should have-- have kept the cup in-tact at least, I-- oh, no, don't-- it's -- it's not your fault, my goodness!!"
Hurry-- hurry-- what do I do? Where can I find tissues? What if the manager is mad!? What if this young sir is mad!? What if I'm mad?! At this rate, I could be-- rambling on to myself as he sits there-- oh, I have to clean! That's what I do! Clean! Her slender hands hurriedly dove into her tan-colored purse, fumbling for a small, cheap-looking package of mini-tissues. "I'm-- I'm absolutely appalled at myself, my reaction was just uncalled for, I--" As she continued murmuring apologies, she bent, crouching on the front part of her feet, making sure not to let any part of her brown pencil-skirt graze the coffee-stained flooring. With the napkin in her right hand, she tucked her purse onto her lap, continuously dabbing at his shoes and pants, forgetting completely of her own clothing.
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Post by Kathryn on Aug 5, 2006 17:24:20 GMT -5
She was sorry? He blinked at the strange young woman who had went from blushing and quiet to a flurry of apologies and fumbling withing her purse. Not his fault? Of course it was! It wasn't anybody's fault but his that he didn't take the corner properly. "It is too, and I'm very sorry..." He trailed off in utter surprise.
The mad fumbling she'd been doing in her purse had been to take out a bunch of tissues. Well that made sense, she'd spilled quiet a bit of coffee on her self, and of course, the floor. He honestly, had much more interest at this point at watching her slender hands then listening to her babble, while it was cute, he couldn't accept that she was at fault, and thus her babbling was a bit irrelevant.
"No look, it's perfectly fine, I surprised you and you dropped, happens all the time, really. It's no big deal. I'm just sorry I dropped my books on you. It must've hurt." The fact that she was more flustered then he was allowed David to relax and think rationally. Except for when she decided to start dabbing at his pants.
He flushed lightly again and then gently shoved her hands away. "it's fine. I can get them dry cleaned later...But I do feel bad about the coffee. How about you let me buy you another one...?" He kept his gaze on the floor at the books he was bending over to pick up. Being older, and having grown into a 6 foot frame, it made it much easier to pick them up from his wheelchair then before.
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Post by jody on Aug 6, 2006 16:37:29 GMT -5
Her pious hands stopped when she saw bigger ones calm her down, and her face slowly lifted toward David's. "Aaa-- well-- honestly, sir, I--..." Once Jou saw his eyes move from hers to the books, she silently gasped and began rounding up the books that had clattered all around her, ignoring the dull throb in her foot. It was peculiar-- he'd calmed her down well, for the most part, and she was usually jittery even after being told things weren't her fault. It was, in a way, new to her.
Lifting up the small stack of books, Jou quietly looked back up into the eyes of hazel. "I... well... that... would be nice, I think." She had to remind herself to smile, and she did, though it was petite and slightly uneasy at first until she relaxed. Miss Rivenns looked down at her coffee-soaked ankles and used the inexpensive little napkins to dab at herself, face still burning in thought of how she could repay him for getting his pants stained. He said he would get them drycleaned, so... Ah!
"Um... if you please-- can I please pay for the drycleaning fee? At least part of it?" She sheepishly mumured as she finished drying her shoes as best she could, face lifting up to the young man in the wheelchair. No words could express how guilty Jou felt, and only if he said yes would she feel able to let the situation drop.
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Post by Kathryn on Aug 6, 2006 17:07:08 GMT -5
David was pleased when she calmed down considerably, though she still had an air of shyness about her, but at least she wasn't saying it was her fault anymore. He settled the few books he'd grabbed that were his on his lap and was surprised when he didn't feel slightly pitied when she went to get the rest. It was a feeling he usually got, while in the Wizarding world, and here. It was different, and something he definately wasn't complaining about.
"Lead the way." He figured that way, he couldn't cause more injury to her then he already had if he stayed behind her. And, if he ran into anything, he could back up, and it wouldn't be on anyone's foot. Though he was sure the bookshelves wouldn't appreciate it.
He felt awful for ruining her shoes, but wasn't quite sure what to do about that, except maybe ensure she got some cake with her coffee too. Because, honestly, how strange was it to have someone you didn't know, offer to buy you shoes? Very. He know he'd have been creeped out.
David blinked at her request. Well, he supposed that was fair, and if it made her feel better about the whole situation, he couldn't say no. Sure, he was all for being the man and never letting women pay for anything, but they weren't dating, and he couldn't quite deny this woman he'd just met if it ment her spending money was going to make her feel better.
"Part of it, I suppose I can allow." A smile. "I'm David by the way, and you are?" He shifted his wheelchair to face the aisle they would be heading down toward the cafe, this time careful to make sure the two books he'd grabbed weren't going to topple anywhere.
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Post by jody on Oct 22, 2006 16:49:33 GMT -5
An exhale came from her lips, and she was once again reassured: this new person that she dropped coffee and books on was not upset. This was a good thing-- in fact, it made things about ten times much more easier if they were going to carry on more of their conversation, and possible accquaintanceship.
From the crouch, she slowly stood, the little styrofoam cup in both of her trembling, small hands. Nodding to his request, she turned slightly before looking back at him as he began to introduce himself. "I-- I like the name David! It's very nice!" Jou nodded, then fully turned herself toward him and extended a slightly sticky (from the coffee, of course) hand.
"My name is Jou Rivenns! It's quite a pleasure to meet you." 'A pleasure to meet you'. She thought it sounded just a bit too cookie-cutter, but what else could she have said? She was afraid to offend him as it was-- pushing it would not be an option she'd be willing to accidentally accept.
The healthy red upon her cheeks and the bridge of her nose lingered there, and she waited for his handshake before turning to lead toward the small café section of the bookstore.
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