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Post by salem on Apr 12, 2013 6:57:36 GMT -6
"C'mon, Sal, don't be a pussy. Ask her out."
Well, that was certainly a convincing argument. The blue haired yardbird was hanging out with his usual ragamuffin team of friends, all of them looking hilarious yet intimidating at the same time with their too-cool-for-you clothes and their outrageous hats with the big flat brims.
The residential district was boring so the group usually kept to the business district, hanging out in the "alleyways" between buildings. In truth, Salem's grandmother was more metro and ghetto than Primula Town. But a group like this existed in every little town; a group of rebellious youth who had their heads in the clouds.
When she walked by, they started their howling. Calling her "baby" and "sexy girl" and trying to catcall her over to them, but she either didn't hear them or ignored them. Either way that got them all riled up and soon Salem, the leader-elect of the group, was being goaded into talking to her.
She was...strange. She had ears, after all. Who had ears? He assumed she was magical — like him, although that was mostly just a secret — or perhaps the victim of a spell gone very wrong. He'd never admit that she was attractive, at least from what he could see, but instead had to play along with his little gang of miscreants.
"Fine, fine, stop botherin' me you asshole," he replied to his friend with a cocky smirk. "I'll go ask her out, but you know it's only lastin' until I lay that fine bitch." With that, the blue haired young man (if you could call him by something so respectful) made his way over to the girl, who was either very spacy or very good at ignoring idiots.
"Hey. You," he said, approaching her. Still not the most polite greeting in the world but at least he left out any expletives and derogatory names. "My friends and I saw you while we were chillin' over there and, well, I think you're damn fi- uh, cute. Wanna go out?"
(notes: IDK if this is what you had in mind so i kinda just went with it i figured it would be good to actually play out them meeting? they can go on an impromptu date?!!? slljfkw also all these words i've never gotten to use ic before omfg) |
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Post by hazel on Apr 12, 2013 10:11:55 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:400px;,bTable]Hazel wasn't used to cat calls. She was ignorant and sweet enough to ignore them, especially since it would let escape from attention sooner, but that didn't mean they didn't affect her. Especially with the mental puns one might come up with. When she passed, her ears were laid dormant against her hair. If she also had a tail, it'd probably be swishing doubtfully between her legs. She ended up stopping along the street corner just to duck her head into a store. Hazel fingered a dress that was on the sale rack outside. On nice days like this they didn't mind trying to get attention. She frowned and touched her own threadbare sundress, once a vibrant red but now a washed-out pink. Her musings were interrupted, and she glanced up. The most irritating thing about her ears was not the attention they garnered, but how emotive they were. They weren't stagnant ornaments, they were their own body parts and organs that responded to her feelings as much as the muscles in her face. And she'd always had a very awful poker face. When she looked up, the twitched like a flicker of recognition. His greeting was callous but the words that followed had to be compliments... right? Traitorous things, her ears swiveled towards him and stood at attention. Then one went sideways in thought. Thoroughly embarrassed by that, Hazel blushed. It wasnt often she got asked out or even complimented. Auro chased them off, they laughed her off, maybe she was just too nice and no one would take her seriously. Despite the reasons, she didnt get in this situation often. Hazel bit her lip and her eyes widened to saucer-size. "Er… I…" her voice was terribly uncertain. The blush grew to scarlet and she looked at the ground in her budding shame. "That'd be nice…" she ventured, and looked up at him from thickly set lashes. Hazel's glance only lasted a moment - enough to take in his shaped face and deep eyes (which were probably kinder than he wanted them to look), piercings that Auro would crudely rip out if Hazel ever brought this boy within arm's length of her brother. "My name is Hazel." The introduction felt stuffy and piled more embarrassment. She was back to staring at her feet and her face felt hot. She's got you high and you don't even know yet
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Post by salem on Apr 12, 2013 19:10:17 GMT -6
He hadn't exactly noticed the ears when he first spotted her. He assumed it was some kind of hair accessory or something but now that he got closer, he realized they were living ears that moved around. When he approached, they perked up, even though she was reluctant to look up at him.
Salem could see the blush on her cheeks though, the pink tint spreading across her face, staining her with embarrassment. While a devilish little smirk spread across his lips — one of his trademark smiles — he couldn't help but notice how cute she was, despite the whole ear thing. Surprisingly, that didn't throw him off at all.
"Hazel, huh?" he responded, letting his arms hang at his sides, thumps looped in his belt loops, slouching a bit in a relaxed pose. "Nice name. Mine's Salem," he responded customarily, but refrained from adding 'better remember it because you'll be screaming it later.' He could just tell she wasn't like that and he didn't want to scare her off so soon.
She had accepted his offer easily, even if she did look hesitant and nervous through her thick lashes and golden bangs. Salem wasn't a complete idiot, he could read people as well as the next guy; she probably wasn't a girl who went on a lot of dates. Then again, not many dudes wanted to sleep with a girl with ears unless they were a furry or something. Absentmindedly he wondered what that made him but pushed the thought away — he didn't know they were actual ears at first, dammit.
"So, uh, where do you like to go? I ain't got no qualms," he said, glancing back at his friends with a smirk and a discreet thumbs up, as she was staring at the ground anyways. "Unless you wanna go sit in a field or some shit, I don't know. Let's stay in town where real shit actually happens." |
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Post by hazel on Apr 12, 2013 19:46:45 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:400px;,bTable]She took a moment and smiled up at him. "Sounds witchy," this time it was only a half-mumble. Her smile was bright and betrayed her shyness. After all, Hazel just wasn't used to handling herself in these situations. That was the jist of it - she was amicable, charming, even if a bit clumsy. Self-consciously, she rubbed the back of one of her ears with the tips of her fingers. It was a habit when she was nervous - these things were so annoying. It was like a monument to her shame, her mistakes, the hardships she endured. She really didn't want to be reminded of those side-by-side graves when she looked in the mirrors; and her own idiocy. Maybe she should just get over her aversion to wearing hats. Hazel could use a big sun-hat, with a wide brim and lots of room. If it was big enough she could just hide her ears in it and they wouldn't even touch the straw if she laid them flat. I ain't got no qualms, she giggled a little. It was funny to hear contradicting grammar like that. Haze's fingers moved from her ears, tugged at the end of her choppy hair. "Um, anything is fine," her voice was still unsteady, but it was clear that Hazel was warming up a little. She had to be careful though - too comfortable and she'd probably do something embarrassing like trip over her own feet (or give someone else another pair of ears). She peaked behind him to the friends - she wasn't incredibly dumb, just a bit dense. Hazel blushed a bit more. It was surprising she had enough blood in her body to blush this much. Instinct told her to look down again, but instead she met his gaze. Salem's smile made it a hard thing to do. "Fields are nice too, though." She was compelled to stand up for fields every now and then. Hazel'd done enough damage turning begonias into bees, she should probably do some charity work for mother nature. She's got you high and you don't even know yet
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Post by salem on Apr 13, 2013 19:40:05 GMT -6
"Oh, heh, does it?" he responded, trying not to be too overt about it. She couldn't possibly tell he was magical, right? He knew she had to be magical to some degree because regular humans just didn't have ears like that. Hopefully if she had some weird sixth sense where she could tell he was magical...and if she did, he hoped she would keep quiet about it.
Who was he kidding? She looked shy enough as it is. Even if she did know it's not like she would say it, it didn't even go with the conversation they were having in the first place. Or, so he told himself, to make himself feel better.
Despite the blush still spreading over her cheeks, she giggled at him. He wasn't sure at what but it didn't matter because it was cute. As long as she wasn't screaming and throwing a shoe at him (something he had experienced far too many times in his young life) he was okay with it.
"Nah, girl, fields are for cows. And since I ain't no cow and neither are you we should hang out where people are. Somethin' like that," he said, justifying his apparent and uncalled for dislike of fields.
Linking his arm in hers he turned away from his friends, starting to lead her off if she was willing to follow. It was probably kind of weird that a random hoodrat came up to her and asked her out but hey, she said yes. Hopefully she knew well where this was going to go and then, subsequently, going to stop. A hookup was all this was. A hookup disguised as a date. Or something.
"So, Haze. Is it cool if I call ya Haze?" he asked, dubbing her with a nickname. It was just something he did; if he didn't shorten your name somehow he'd call you by something else, be it bro, dude, or his usual for women — bitch. But Hazel wasn't a bitch...he wouldn't want to call her that. At least to her face.
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Post by hazel on Apr 13, 2013 20:06:06 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:400px;,bTable]Hazel was a little amazed at how smoothly everything was going. Again, she didn't have much experience for things like this. Attention was exciting, and he didn't seem taken aback by how her ears shifted this way and that way when he spoke, like they had minds of their own. It was good attention and so Hazel felt some of her apprehensions lift up off of her shoulders. It made her smile and hold her head up high when Salem linked his elbow through her's. She took exaggerated steps and laughed lightly. Hazel's opposite hand touched his arm lightly, like back in the old days when gentlemen escorted ladies everywhere. "What is there to do where the people are?" her voice was sincere, it wasn't a joke to bump conversation. Hazel seemed like someone that tumbled out of a woodland fairytale, an intangible being who had spent her life sleeping on beds of moss. It wasn't surprising that she didn't spend a lot of time in populated areas. Her hand that rested on his arm moved to tug at a chop of hair - it was the equivalent of tucking her hair behind her ears, if her ears had been the way they were supposed to. "Yeah, my brother calls me Haze sometimes, too. It's kinda common, I guess." She paused, a little bit of uncertainty leaked in during that space. "Hazel's not very common to begin with..." She laughed again and looked up at him with bright eyes. Oh, she was such a shrimp. But she was unexpectedly happy now. She's got you high and you don't even know yet
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Post by salem on Apr 13, 2013 21:14:21 GMT -6
Although it shouldn't have been, it was strange how proper she seemed. It was almost...strange, considering the girls he usually hung around weren't really viewed as proper young ladies. Hazel was different than that though, and they certainly made an odd couple. Er, pair. They were not a couple, not at all. This was a hookup.
"Uh, all kinds of shit I guess," he said, not knowing how to answer the question. What did people do? All he did was hang out with his friends and cause trouble, but he wasn't about to go take her on a mailbox tipping raid or something.
What did girls like...shopping? Shopping was good. He was feeling a bit hungry, though, so maybe they'd have to stop for some food before long. It was getting close to lunch time, after all, but that usually didn't matter to Salem, he was nearly a bottomless pit.
"How 'bout dis. We go get some food and then, I'unno, we look at a shop or somethin'. The town is kind of boring after all innit?" he asked, starting to feel a bit awkward...not necessarily in a bad way; more because he wasn't sure what to say.
t wasn't uncomfortable but he felt like he should know what to say, given how confident he felt. Well, he usually felt confident...right now was different, and he couldn't pin why.
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Post by hazel on Apr 13, 2013 21:39:25 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:400px;,bTable]She couldn't stifle another giggles. Why so many giggles? She was too full of them, full to the bursting. They spilled out of her mouth unnecessarily. His words were funny and jumbled, and Hazel was pleased with herself. "Fields don't sound so bad now, huh?" she said in a tone that implied 'I told you so.' Her eyes closed and when she smiled she smiled with her full face, round cheeks puffed and perfect lips pouted. The streets were busier than the last few times Hazel had been in town. Maybe it was because it was the weekend, or something. She watched, wide-eyed, at the activity. Someone raced by on a bike, a soft thumping sound when the tires went over grooves in the cement. She wanted to ask what there was to eat, but she didn't want to sound too ridiculous. She really should know more about the shops, considering she was a delivery girl. Hazel's boss mostly sent her on easy stuff, things she couldn't mess up - flowers here, a small package to an elderly woman by the ranches. Towns put her off sometimes, and despite the good nature of the townspeople, she often felt alienated for her features. Most people were used to them - they had been there for seven years, after all. It would probably be a lot worse if they knew why she had them. Only Auro knew, and Hazel was comfortable with that. (Although, were she to be honest with herself, if Salem asked she would probably tell him.) She's got you high and you don't even know yet
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Post by salem on Apr 13, 2013 23:25:18 GMT -6
A smirk grew on his lips with her comment. The quiet girl had a spark in her, it seemed. He liked that. Hopefully the spark translated to...other things, but he could only hope so much before. It was hard to keep his mind from wandering to dirty things when this was just a hookup. Maybe if he kept telling himself that he'd actually believe it.
When he glanced back down at her she was smiling, her eyes closed a bit. It was...well, it was a nice smile. Not one of those fake ones, it was a real smile. A pang of guilt went through him when he thought about his intentions but pushed that away like he always did when his conscious decided to speak up.
And her lips...well, those spoke for themselves. Delicate and pink and they looked so soft and inviting and her eyes were closed — damn, it was tempting to steal a kiss right then and there. But what would happen if she got scared away? What was he supposed to tell his friends, he kissed her and she ran away? He'd never hear the end of it.
"Uhhh you wanna just eat at the inn or somethin'?" There weren't many restaurants in town; the only one he knew of was the inn, and it was pretty cheap so it was good by him. Besides, he had to save his money to buy her something later. Girls loved it when you bought them stuff, or at least what he'd experienced in his life.
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Post by hazel on Apr 13, 2013 23:55:47 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:400px;,bTable]If only Hazel had known that the most obvious intentions weren't always the truest ones. Her brother had sheltered her, her ignorance had sheltered her, too. Her method of living was a shade over her eyes and it all lead to one inevitable conclusion; she just didn't even consider that Salem might have something else on his mind. To her this was her golden ticket. Sure, she was cute and she'd had her school-yard kiss or two, but nothing felt substantial. No one had interest in her long-term. They dubbed her too vapid, too strange, too ethereal. It wasn't because of her magical heritage, either. Her personality was strange, a square peg in a round hole. It could be right, with a bit of shaping, but it was wrong in all the right spots. Wrong enough to be unsettling, off-putting. This train of thought was a reminder to rein herself in - this might not be long term either. He could lose interest. Yeah, she never sent them running. She sent them slowly rowing from her waterfall-mind. Hazel waved her white-flag handkerchief to their departing shadows. Another hair tug. "Sure," she said, absentminded. Hazel had distracted herself. "What kind of food is there, there?" She giggled again at her slip up. There, there? Now, now? It was kind of funny. She was glad the feeling translated to a laugh instead of another blush though. That would be degrading. She made another glance at Salem, at how he towered above her. He was handsome but not in an unabashed way. In a way that would certainly make her blush if she was caught staring. Haze coughed slightly. "So do you have a nickname, too?" She's got you high and you don't even know yet
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Post by salem on Apr 14, 2013 0:07:44 GMT -6
"Ah, man, I dunno...all kinds," he said with a shrug. It had been a while since he last ate there, since his family used to do family dinner outings every once and a while when he was younger, but now that he was older they didn't really happen at all anymore. That and he was pretty sure his parents were embarrassed to be seen with him.
It wasn't a long walk to the inn, but they were walking at a slow and relaxed pace. It was nice to slow down, he supposed, and just take it all in. If he said anything like that around his friends they'd probably assume he was effeminate or something, which he didn't understand but went along with anyways.
"I guess people call me Sal," he shrugged. "I don't really have any other real nicknames. A lot of my friends call me, uh, dickhead, or somethin' like that, you know how guys talk."
Not long afterwards they reached the inn and he opened the door, holding it open for them both as they walked inside. Picking a nearby table he sat down in the chair, leaning back on the back two legs and trying to balance himself.
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Post by hazel on Apr 14, 2013 0:12:45 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:400px;,bTable]Inside she sat delicately, like maybe some feminine movements would garner more attention. It was alarming how much she was starving for it all the sudden. Her ears flipped back when he cursed, and a hand reached up to rub her fingertips against it. Nervous ticks, self-conscious attitudes. "Sal sounds significantly less witchy," her voice was unsteady but the more she spoke the more solidity it gained. "Sounds more like a pizzeria. Do you throw dough in your spare time?" she spoke with a smile. She's got you high and you don't even know yet
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Post by salem on Apr 14, 2013 0:27:37 GMT -6
Her ears flipped back and he absentmindedly wondered if he had done anything wrong. He knew that animals usually pinned their ears back if they were upset so he was curious if the same was for her. Clearing his throat a bit awkwardly, he couldn't help but snicker at what she said next.
"That depends, is 'throw dough' a metaphor for somethin'?" he smirked, his mind always going to dirty places. How that could mean anything dirty didn't make sense, but he didn't care. "If that's the case then yeah, I throw dough all the time."
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Post by hazel on Apr 14, 2013 10:54:10 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:400px;,bTable]Obviously, Hazel didn't get it. That wasn't surprising. Why would she? A metaphor for what...? Wasn't what she said straight forward enough? She even talked about a pizzaria. Hazel had thought she was being a bit funny, that she was showing she could keep up with conversations and be humorous. Clearly, she'd been wrong. Hazel made a face. By now they'd gotten drinks and she twirled the straw of her iced tea with fumbling fingers (Hazel always preferred Arnold Palmers, but that was a difficult thing to ask for and she hated being a bother, so she would usually just have iced tea with a few lemons in situations like this). Her eyebrows knit together in uncertainty, and her ears laid flat against her head like she was about to whip out puppy dog eyes. "Uh, what could that be a metaphor for?" Again, she scratched the back of her ear, and the opposite ear swiveled sideways. Unless Salem meant something that was definitely over her head, and when she thought of that, she realized he'd been doing it for a little bit. It made her stomach clench a little bit, but she kept looking at him with her slightly probing, very confused expression. She's got you high and you don't even know yet
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Post by salem on Apr 14, 2013 14:28:39 GMT -6
It was clear by her expression that she didn't get it. Now he kind of just felt...well, silly, making a metaphor without her understanding. The more time he spent with her, the more he realized just how naive and innocent she was. That was a bit troublesome; he tried to act nonchalant about this kind of stuff but he couldn't help but feel like his intentions were now dirty and that he was just going to take advantage of her.
But that was another thought he just pushed out of his head, trying to focus on the matter at hand. Should he just drop it, tell her what he really meant or make something else up? It was kind of a stupid metaphor in the first place. Salem mostly just talked without thinking about the consequences or the actual meaning of what he was saying, leading him to say some pretty stupid things.
He was trying to think on the fly, which was proving to be difficult. He was interrupted for a second by the waiter and he would have praised the goddess (if he were a religious man) for the extra time to think.
She ordered an iced tea with lemon and he just ordered a cola. It was his usual drink of choice — well, when alcohol wasn't involved of course. Given that he wasn't really allowed to order that, though, cola it was. There was a slight tinkling noise as she stirred her tea with her straw, the ice cubes hitting the side of the glass.
"Uh, well," he started, trying to stall a bit. "It's just...a metaphor, y'know? A saying people say. It means, uh...throwing dough is like sayin' you spend a lotta money, right? 'Cuz dough is another word for money or...somethin'." That was quite possibly the most idiotic explanation he could have given, but he just prayed and prayed that she would accept his definition and they could move on from there.
And so they did. The date went by...well, it was rather nice. Besides the fact that Salem realized he used way too many metaphors for dirty things, it went without a hitch. But...Salem just couldn't bring himself to to do what he had originally planned to do.
Hazel was too innocent. He couldn't do it. So after they ate and walked around a few shops, they parted ways; he didn't know what she was thinking but all he knew was that he hoped he wouldn't have to face her again, because after the lies he would have to tell his friends tomorrow, he wasn't sure if he'd be able to look at her without feeling a little guilty.
FIN.
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