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Post by charlotte on Jun 22, 2007 5:08:14 GMT 1
Charlotte stood before the mirror, the tickets upon desk behind her, alongside her bed. Of course, there certainly was cause for a sort of nervous anticipation - this being the first real date she was to have with Leon, and as such, there had been much debate over what to wear. In the end, the Junior had settled on a simple but elegant white full skirt which ended just past her knees and a black shortsleeve blouse. Deciding not to wear her glasses, Charlotte had opted to leave her hair down, and, with a final fleeting glance in the mirror, she made her way over desk, snatching up the tickets. Taking a moment to pause before leaving, she pushed a book she had been reading neatly to the side of her desk, closer to the bed, and shut off her stereo, from which Radiohead had been wafting out from, the volume set at a midway position - not so loud as to be intrusive, but not so quiet as to have to struggle to hear it. She had not called Leon to tell him of her intent, and instead had only left a voice mail message for him, saying simply for him not to make any plans for the evening. As such, Charlotte grinned to herself, thumbing the tickets with her free hand before once again returning the cane to her grasp and making her way out of the apartment, careful to tack a note on the refrigerator for her mother - who was out at a bar, and would likely not be back before Charlotte was. Making her way toward Hircine, her progress was slow, but much faster now that her leg had begun knitting. Of course, her spar with Valencia had set back her recovery, but her leg thanked her in its own peculiar manner of the much-needed exercise. Complex Four, Dorm Room number six-four-two.She made her way carefully across the grounds; the walk had not been long - only a few blocks - and the journey well known to her, as she walked to and from Hircine every day for school. However, she had not yet been in or near Leon's dorm, and curiosity was beginning to set it. Did he have a roommate? If so, who was she/he? With a harsh exhale, she shoved her latent curiosity from her mind, striving to pay more attention to her surroundings and the room number. Mmmmm ... Complex Four ...She walked, hands still closed around the tickets - to what would not be revealled until having arrived at the dorm - grey eyes searching for the number in question until - Ha! Six-Four-Two!A grin curving at the corner of her mouth, Charlotte made her way to the door and gave a firm, resounding tap with her cane; a sound which, from its low elevation and hollow thunk thunk thunk would almost certainly distinguish her from any other visitor.
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Post by Leon Loire on Jun 28, 2007 2:48:55 GMT 1
Friday afternoon, the hour after school's final block for the week. Standing in the archway of his Senior-grade apartment was Leon Loire, garbed in his usual attire, a simple black back pack strewn over his right shoulder, eyes somewhat heavy, scanning the open living room blankly for a few moments, simply happy to be home. ' Could this really be called a home?' Loire pondered, dropping his back pack to the floor with a thud and lightly kicking the object into a nearby closet. Picking off the gloves over his hands and tossing them onto a nearby table, Leon notices the red blinking light of his answering machine as he hangs up his leather jacket. ' Hmm... I wonder who's left me that?' Tapping the recall button, Leon smiles at the speaking voice. It was Charlotte Anders, telling her new boyfriend to keep his evening free of plans. ' Oh? I wonder what you'll be planning then...' Leon wonders in a risen spirit, his energy rejuvenated for some reason. It seemed that the week had taken a lot out of him, but now that he knew he'd be at least spending a few hours of the evening with Charlotte, the weekend would be worth something. Tossing himself into the shower, Leon decided to at least clean himself off; he had no idea what Charlotte was planning, unfortunately, but he knew to at least clean himself up. Tossing on a simple white tee and some jeans, Loire decided that his best opportunity would be to kick back, turn on the television, and wait for his girlfriend to surprise him. ' We shall see what you're planning, soon enough...' ***** A few hours later, as the afternoon began to recede into the evening night, a soft combination of taps resonated from his white-paint apartment door, and thanks to the solid conditioning of years of standing at attention to the end of a school period's bell, Loire turned off the television and stood up. Scanning the room around him, Leon checked to guarantee that nothing was in sight that could potentially embarrass him: just beside the entrance door was the shut closet on the entree's left, paired by the small wooden table that held Leon's plain white telephone with built in answering machine, phone book, calendar/agenda, and a holding case for keys and other necessities. A simple beige carpet near-instantly led to the open living room/kitchen area, a television and viewing couch to the far left corner with a various assortment of other devices - DVD player, Xbox, a few strewn movies, and a case to hold them all - and a refrigerator, stove, microwave, cabinets, island, and sitting area for eating. Beyond that, directly ahead from the entrance, was a door leading toward Leon's single bedroom and door to the one bathroom. Shrugging, Leon quickly found himself at the door and pulled it open, to find himself looking at Charlotte Anders, waiting for him in a black blouse, white skirt and the signature cane. Smiling, Leon opened the door wide, waving Charlotte to enter. "Since you're so well dressed, I'm guessing I should go out like this?" Leon grinned, waving his arms in a fashion to signify his simple garb, "That way people can recognize just how gorgeous you are. But then again, I think they could tell that already, right?" Leon turned on his heel, "Make yourself comfortable Charlotte, I better grab a blazer and such. I'll only take a minute." While Leon was certain she would be a bit uncomfortable being left alone in his apartment, he also trusted her to his things. After all, with the time they had known each other, and the brief time thus far that they had dated, Charlotte had done nothing but gain Leon's trust and respect. Entering his bedroom and grabbing his own navy blue suit from his closet, along with a white collared shirt, a black belt, and mahogany shoes, Leon entered his bathroom and threw on his clothes in a hustle, comfortably keeping his shirt's collar loose by a button and letting the jacket lay unbuttoned. Of course, for the sake of his girlfriend's own reputation, Leon tucked the shirt behind the belt and checked for any obvious signs of lint. He was clean though, and after combing his hair clean, stepped back out into the main living room and smiled, walking over to the girl and inserting his left hand into the loose pocket that was now filled with his wallet and cell phone. Placing his right hand behind Charlotte's lower back, Leon led her toward the door, opening it for her, and leading her toward the complex's elevator. "So..." Leon queried, side glancing the girl's gray eyes, "What exactly might those tickets lead to, hmm?"
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Post by charlotte on Jul 2, 2007 4:20:56 GMT 1
Charlotte did not have to wait long before the door swung open and Leon Loire appeared in the doorframe. As he made way for her to enter, smiling, so did she oblige his welcoming-wave, stepping into the room and taking a quick once-over glance before shifting her gaze back to her boyfriend, regarding his garb.
"Since you're so well dressed, I'm guessing I should go out like this?"
Charlotte tilted her head and grinned, but before she could reply, Leon spoke again, to which she only found herself blushing, still unaccustomed to such foward compliments, even ones coming from her boyfriend.
"Make yourself comfortable Charlotte, I better grab a blazer and such. I'll only take a minute."
"Sure," she confirmed to his retreating form, eyes already moving about to take in the room with a more careful detail. Taking a few steps further into the dorm, she moved near the middle of the living room/kitchen, grey orbs moving over every object with a careful gaze as she awaited Leon's return. And, though she didn't feel comfortable going about and literally "making herself at home", she did feel an interested sense of security being there - a familiar presense, perhaps the aura of Leon Loire having rubbed off on the living space, as most homes tended to begin to feel like their owners after a certain point of being lived in.
However, her wait was not long, and Leon soon emerged from the bathroom. Charlotte turned to him, a grin growing on her face as she regarded his change of attire.
"Very suave," she said with a wink.
She turned as he placed his right hand upon her lower back, leading her toward the door, then after he had opened it for her, allowed him to lead her outside. She caught his eyes watching hers and she met his gaze with one of her own.
"So... What exactly might those tickets lead to, hmm?"
Charlotte leaned back as she walked, moving closer to him and holding up the tickets, her head turning slightly to the side to better face him.
"Orpheum Theatre, eight o'clock. They're playing Avenue Q and I managed to snag two second row seats. However, right now it should be sometime around six, probably quarter to, so I thought we might stop at a nice restaurant along the way, wherever you suggest," she grinned.
"First date ought to leave a lasting impression, after all."
She turned towards the direction of Leon's parked car, having noted its location before knocking at the door, though still walking close to him.
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Post by Leon Loire on Jul 7, 2007 4:01:04 GMT 1
A tingle spread over Leon's forehead as Charlotte mentioned the "play" that they were going to attend. When he had been a resident of Varron City, it was a common thing to hear about the many events coming and going on New York City's Broadway. Various students would discuss whatever they had seen on their weekend trips to the local Big Apple, and one of the larger festivities ended up being one of the most amusing carnal shows in Manhattan history. Avenue Q... and some of its famous moments. A grin spread across Leon's face as he and his girlfriend continued to walk outside. It was obvious that she knew what she was doing by buying the tickets she had, but Leon wasn't certain if she knew to the extent of just how... interesting the particular play could get. Leon had never seen the play himself - he had never ventured out of Varron City, save for his time at Manerin - yet it was clear from some of the whispers that spread around the girls and the laughs through the guys at Varron Academy was a clear give away of its "mature" comedy. "I'm going to definitely enjoy that, for sure." Leon remarked, leading Charlotte to his Mustang, opening the front passenger door for her to enter, then placed himself behind the wheel. Even after pulling over his seatbelt, he didn't start the car; Charlotte had, in fact, left him in a strange predicament. She had gotten the play, now he needed the dinner. But what would fit? Leaning forward with a concentrated stare through his windshield, Leon smirked with a sigh, "Damn it girl, now I need to think of where to go, that's never fun. Then again..." Perhaps it wasn't so difficult after all. -- -- Flashback -- -- "Explain to me Leon..." murmured a quiet, slightly agitated voice from behind the wandering Hircine student, his head turning around slowly to notice a frowning, and clearly bored, Varron Graduate by the name of Toshikune Sekine, "why the hell are we walking around for no reason?" His Asian black hair was curled back in a simple ponytail at the center of his skull, something new to the man that had grown used to letting his shoulder-long hair lay in full. His eyes pierced with a sharp mahogany glare, and his clothes remained dark, even in the sunny light of the San Fransisco day. Leon's face was blank, and his lips sighed, "Girlfriend business, don't worry about it, Tosh." His own attire was simple, a white striped overshirt with sleeves rolled up, worn blue jeans, and a pair of chocolate walking shoes. His own hair was flying around within discrimination, thanks to his lack of a good trim, and the famous San Fran wind. That answer only made Sekine more upset, "Right, so is this what you did back in Sacramento when you and Jaina --" "I'm not in the mood for the past Tosh," Leon interrupted, his attention now back to the road ahead, his eyebrow twitching at the thought of his friend's mention, "So let's just drop it and keep walking, okay?" The older man mumbled, probably his own aggravation for spending time in the light for once, as Loire continued to lead the way. The day was a nice transition from the usual school days, warm and breezy, with a touch of that great weekend energy. Other students were walking around with friends, relatives, lovers, other peers, hoping to find something to do. A group of thug-culture teens from the urban residences took refuge at a local corner, talking and laughing and listening to their CDs of various Rap classics; they were even discussing the quality of Fort Minor's art, and it seemed the friends were "calmly" dealing with the differences. They had passed the intersection between Columbus Avenue and Broadway Street a few minutes ago, and passing through the edges of Chinatown's influence. Coming across the block of Jackson Street, Leon found himself waiting at a red light as the corner of his eyes caught the retreating form of Toshikune as he decided to turn left instead. "The hell are you doing?" Leon queried, watching his friend as he continued to walk, as if it had been planned. "Hell, you think I'm going to wait around on a damn light? Come on, we need a change of scenery." Sekine seemed strangely intent on finding a locale of his own, something that Leon felt curious over; was he actually trying to be helpful? Perhaps he was, or perhaps he was just being the usual asshole he was, either way, Leon decided to follow. It was only a minute's walk before Leon's sight came across an interesting alleyway with a unique bustle of activity. Various cars of Middle Class elegance were parked near the small alleys' entry, alongside a neon sign that held a unique appearance. "Is that what you were looking for?" Leon nudged Tosh, looking at his friend with confusion before receiving his answer. "I told you that Ben was in town to keep an eye on you, right?" Tosh noted, inserting his hands in his pockets, his thin rimmed glasses lighting his eyes - and looking remarkably similar to Charlotte's own shades. "Yeah, I think -- wait a minute, you never said --" "It just so happens," Tosh continued with a smirk, "That he works here on Fridays and Saturdays as the manager of some Jazz players. And no, I see that look on her face, she's not with him. Mr. Jendo's all on his own." Toshikune had a gaze of personal amusement at the thought, before patting his hand on Loire's shoulder, and continued to walk, "Looks like you found your hopeful restaurant, loverboy..." Leon stared darkly at the man, and growled, a tinge of frightened anger in his voice, yet curiosity all entwined, "Son of a bitch..." -- -- End of Flashback -- -- Leon felt himself sighing, his mental thoughts a bit frightened by the option, but a part of him ordering him to listen to his judgment; it was a damn fine joint from what he heard, and in the end, perhaps it was good to get the scene in Ben Jendo's sights. ' He'll understand, it might be good for me to see him anyway...' Turning on the car's engine, Leon smiled at the girl sitting next to him, before winding the volume of the radio a bit louder to reveal ' Shine On You Crazy Diamond' playing. "I think I've got just the place, and even better, it's less than ten minutes away." Leon told Charlotte, before accelerating his vehicle into the traffic of the city, and down Bay Street, intent on making the short turn and long drive down Columbus Avenue. It wasn't long before his Mustang was pulling up near the alleyway's entrance, his smirk lightening a bit as he pulled the gear into park and turned off the engine. Opening the door and allowing Charlotte to follow him, Leon waited for her at the entrance of the alleyway as he led her down the brief path. "My friend Toshikune Sekine recommended this place to me the other day, he said it was pretty fitting for 'smarties like us.' I think you'll like it." Leon explained, looking around the grey walls of the surrounding buildings that hid the jewel inside. Just nearby, after all, lay the small stone steps that led to the waiting room of Bix Restaurant. Entering the scene, Leon led Charlotte to the front desk, where they were led to their own table on the second floor. The brief stroll through the festivities of the locale gave evidence to its fitting atmosphere: a theme of the 1940's timeless drama, furniture in warm contrasts of beige and ebony, golden lamps illuminating the classic American style, live Jazz musicians bringing the aura of Harlem to the present day. The architecture was elegant, as the times truly were, and seemingly fit the soul of Leon Loire better than he had imagined; he only hoped they'd fit his date as well. Their seating was a comfortable booth of dark scarlet cushions and a spacious mahogany table, white plates already spread out next to simple silver ware, their neighbors dressed no less comfortably. A menu had yet to arrive, yet water was offered and accepted, and the two were available to lean back into their couches, finally able to rest from a long week of school. "You know, Hircine High really makes you forget how great this city can be." Leon mentioned, leaning against his seat and taking a sip of his ice cold water, then looking back at Charlotte, and smiling at the beauty that she had turned herself into for the night, "Had I known that remark I made about that skirt would bring about this, I would have said the shirt looked good too." The remark was lighthearted, a smirk across his lips, and a comfort inside the man; he felt happy to be in her company, a person that cared about him, regardless of the things he had built himself to be. He would make sure to guarantee that her investment of care towards him was returned in full, as best he could.
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Post by charlotte on Jul 22, 2007 6:43:21 GMT 1
Charlotte turned, as the car's engine did the same - her head inclined to face Leon and his grin at her. 'Shine On You Crazy Diamond' resounded from the radio as Leon spoke, and she nodded before replying as they were underway; the car moving into traffic and onto Bay Street.
"It had better not be seafood," she said playfully, though still clearly indicating her dislike for it, "I can't stand seafood."
Presently, they came to a halt, and Charlotte, upon stepping from the Mustang, followed Leon to thier destination.
"Smarties, huh?" she offered to his explanation, quickening her limp-step momentarily to catch up to her boyfriend, slipping her hand into his just before they entered the restaurant. Moving from the front desk to the second floor, Charlotte allowed her eyes to wander, taking in the beautifuly thematic environment, remeniscient of the 1940's. With the presence of live Jazz musicians, the Junior felt a new swing in her step, somehow and strangely accentuated by the presence of her cane - despite being forced to limp, her hips swayed slightly to both the timeless aura and the background music. She had to admit, turning her gaze once more to her date, that the setting seemed to suit Leon well.
Finding their arranged seating - a booth - Charlotte sat down lightly across from Leon, propping the cane against the scarlet couch, nestled comfortably between it and the table as she shifted her position to a comfortable posture.
"You know, Hircine High really makes you forget how great this city can be."
Charlotte nodded, not touching her own glass of water yet.
"You're telling me ... most of what I think about day after day is what stunt some hippy-radical will pull next, or who's fighting who ... it's a wonder I don't take daily doses of Tylenol." She sighed, lifting the glass to her lips and taking a sip before placing it back upon the table.
"Come to think of it, the last place I really went out was to a coffee shop downtown; I met a few people, but it didn't end up to be a lasting friendship."
At the comment about the skirt she had wore, Charlotte grinned, once more shifting in her seat and leaning back, crossing her arms over her chest as she smiled.
"I always knew you had been flirting with me," she said. "Of course, I was always flirting with you too ... and to think, we first met in the cafeteria, after I tried to blow up a fire extinguisher in your direction in the riot."
The menus arrived then, but Charlotte did not look at it; only flipped it open, still looking at Leon, wondering as to his response.
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Post by Leon Loire on Aug 4, 2007 8:43:01 GMT 1
Leon couldn't help but grin a bit at Charlotte's insertion, easily noting the irony of her preference in food. "I guess I"m lucky you moved to San Fran for reasons besides the fact that it's on a port, or else we'd never meet. But don't worry, this place is more like a Steakhouse, with some lighter seafoods if you so choose."
Back to the scene at hand, Leon found himself smirking at Charlotte's retort, yet kept it to himself, allowing the entrance of the building to take her in as a sort of physical answer to her light question. The restaurant enveloping them, the music filtering through him, his date's hand comfortably embracing his own hand, Leon Loire allowed a calm smile to pass over him, a sort of transparent warmth filling him. The entire scene felt like it were designed with his own soul in mind, his beloved instrument leading on the pleasant background, the furniture and architecture soft on the eyes and giving the sense of a modern classic, and the fact that Leon was there with someone who cared for him, it meant all the more to him. He wasn't alone in a place that felt a bit like his home; he had someone there with him, enjoying the moment as well.
When inside the booth at last, Leon Loire found himself concentrating to Charlotte's response, not necessarily as if he were attempting to block out the world around him, but in a natural, interested manner, as if nothing else truly mattered at that moment other than some terrible mistake or event. Yet no such things were due to happen like that; it was just Charlotte and Leon enjoying themselves.
"Yeah, the hippies I'm not used to, but you'd think we'd grow used to it, what with this being San Francisco of all places..." Leon took a sip of his drink, before adding "But when you spend two years or so at Varron Academy, you kind of grow used to such head aches, especially Stern Mason. But if that coffee shop didn't get you anything great out of it, perhaps we'll go a second time, and I'll drag my friends along to greet you to them. Should be nice; you're already met Kira after all."
Taking another sip, Leon found himself now mentally smiling at Charlotte's own warm grin over the skirt, and with a laugh after the water was from his lips, he quipped back, "Yes, I can't help but find myself turned on by women wielding blunt objects. Seems you caught me with that cane, eh? Even still, I might have been flirting, but rather, I thought I was simply speaking the truth about a girl I felt attracted to."
Leon leaned back, his grin still over his face, "So if you count the pick-me-up you gave me at the cafeteria after Stern's return and that sight of you in running shorts," Leon made a mock whistle, playing off the scene a bit, but hoping the girl would turn as scarlet as he imagined, "as 'flirting', I'm definitely happy that you came out and told me about how you felt. Makes my life more interesting by the day."
Leon turned his attention to the band below them a few moments later, after their conversation was at a pause, and let his smirk turn into a sigh, the reminder of his Saxophone brewing in him, "Remind me to play you a song sometime, I'd certainly like that."
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Post by charlotte on Aug 7, 2007 8:01:17 GMT 1
Just as Leon hoped, Charlotte's face turned bright red at the mention of her in running shorts. The Junior, smiling out of abashedness, took up the glass of water before her and took a draught from it before clearing her throat and grinning.
"Well ..." was all she could manage as a response, but as luck would have it, the conversation turned to another, previously unknown topic factiod.
She watched Leon intently as he turned to the band, sighing as if remembering something that was not present now in his life; something that he missed dearly and was reminded of by the band.
Her immediate thoughts went to a previous girlfriend, either of whom he had spent a few evenings here with, or that the particular tune the band was playing reminded him of her. A flash of concern and worry came over her face - Leon would not see it unless through his peripherals, and she desperately hoped he would not for the breif moment it lasted.
Jealous of a memory? she chided herself, but in the space of that moment, all her doubts simply disappeared as Leon spoke once more.
"Remind me to play you a song sometime, I'd certainly like that."
She could not help doing otherwise, so Charlotte laughed then: a lighthearted chuckle, both of immense enjoyment and relief.
"I'd love that," she replied with a smile, composing herself, and no longer wondering if Leon had caught her earlier look of worry, or the measure of relief present in her laugh. "What instrument do you play?"
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Post by Leon Loire on Aug 9, 2007 2:59:22 GMT 1
Leon's brief attention towards the musicians awoke memories of his past, the melodies floating from their brass instruments resembling countless days that he spent at the old jazz bar in Varron City, surrounded by souls that enjoyed the atmosphere as much as he did, rehearsing songs and tweaking tunes, attempting to make something of their young, innocent hobby. Derak, his attire matching the dark gaze of his eyes, right hand embracing his Trumpet and left hand gesturing to his sister, Lisa Hughes; the Armstrong sisters, all of differing appearance, their unifying trait being their love of following Derak's lead with the Trumpet; Alicia, their matriarchal singer, dancing to a song in her mind; Ben Jendo, his wavy red hair passing over his forehead, as his head leaned towards the notes he strung on his guitar; and again, Lisa Hughes, laughing at something her brother had mentioned, before casting a look to where Leon Loire usually stood standing beside her...
'But no more.' Loire thought, as he tossed his attention back to his date, his observant subconscious noticing her concern, yet allowing his comment to allow such worries to pass over them. Her laugh and acceptance of the offer made Leon feel a bit better, a strange swell of nostalgia collecting in his heart for the past, before he allowed the subject of discussion to transfer that emotion towards the present, towards the girl that had chosen him.
"I played the Saxophone, actually," Leon began, leaning back into his seat, a sort of sleepy gaze passing over him, his mind tempted to wander back to older days, "I started when I was pretty young; my old friend Chris joked with me once that I seemed the poetic type, and I took him seriously. So I took some lessons, got into it, and held onto it. Mostly just for recreation, though; don't know too much about Jazz. Just love the music."
Leon took another sip of his water, noticing the waitress had arrived at their table. She seemed to come off as a local city native, but strangely enough, Leon didn't feel the need to take in her appearance too much. He smiled socially when she greeted herself, then asked for water when she asked for their drinks. With the matter aside, Leon turned his attention back to Charlotte, and decided to play off of the music subject.
"Well, now you know about my taste in music - and a strange taste it can be," Leon added, leaning forward a bit, gazing back at the girl, "But oddly enough, I haven't caught on to what you listen to. Classical, right? In to Mozart, since he was such a hunk, eh?"
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Post by charlotte on Aug 15, 2007 20:07:35 GMT 1
"Saxophone huh?" Charlotte mused. Saxophone, while not one of her favorite instruments which grasped her interest, was interesting enough to hear of - especially being such a longtime interest of Leon's.
As the waitress arrived, Charlotte did a quick once over of the menu and politely declined to have a drink other than the water already before her. Though certainly comfortable and outgoing among friends and her peers, the Junior was still painfully aware of her own introversion and social awkwardness. That thought itself only made her give a telling grin - almost broadcasting said awkwardness and feelings of such.
The feeling and the smile quickly passed into the realm of comfortability as the waitress left and Leon inquired as to her musical tastes, once more leading in with a joke that, while not neccessarily funny, made her grin and let a slight chuckle/giggle escape her lips. It was a crush-thing, she surmised, but found she did actually enjoy such moments to an extent.
"Well, I'd say Wagner was more of a hunk than Mozart. Besides: child prodigies and angry old men aren't all that appealing to me," she replied, furthering the joke before moving on to answer his question.
"I rarely listen to classical, but I like to hear a few things from all sorts of genres and time periods ... I try to be a bit eclectic in a lot of things, music included," she took a short sip of water, clearing her throat before continuing.
"My mother is pretty into Jazz and Blues, and she complains a lot when she ... when she's," Charlotte gave an 'ahem', clearing her throat once more to signify her slight uncomfortability with the topic of her mother's alcoholism, "... drunk or hung over about my music.
"I listen to alternative rock; Radiohead, mostly," she nodded. "And its kind of funny: I once looked over a few of thier videos on Youtube, and a lot of the comments said how much of an ugly genious Thom Yorke was, but I actually don't think he's ugly whatsoever ... quite the opposite in fact."
She shrugged.
"One of the many 'weird' things about me. Thom Yorke is hot, I hate seafood, I'm pretty good at chess, and I've made homemade soap before," Charlotte nodded again, this time making an effort to hide the grin that had begun to widen on her face.
"What other things haven't I told you about me Leon Loire? Or things about you that I don't know?" she asked, raising an eyebrow as she leaned back in her seat, no longer bothering to hide her grin.
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Post by Leon Loire on Aug 31, 2007 7:03:14 GMT 1
Charlotte's giggle was well taken, and with her own quip at the silly joke, Leon allowed a bemused grin to spread over his own lips. She would go on to briefly cover that her own taste in music could be in any direction, depending on her mood and situation, leading Leon to believe that a bit of luck had been the reason for her taste in Alternative Rock, as she would go on to identify a few moments later. When she related that her mother had an interest in Jazz, Leon had a spark of hope in him, realizing that - when he finally did meet her, that he could use that connection as a way to smooth his ties to his girlfriend's mother.
Of course, when the clearing cough was made, Leon felt a twist in his neck; he had grown used to the fact that Charlotte's mother was an alcoholic, but her awkward, embarrassed way of relating to the fact was of no surprise. After all, having a parent with such a flaw was far from a badge of honor. Still, Leon only furrowed his eyebrows a bit, and nodded, allowing her to pass on without question or interruption.
Leon couldn't help but grin at her mention of the "ugly genius" in her favorite band. While he honestly didn't know the group at all, her description led Leon to have a laughing smile at the thought. It was the only thing she listed that came off as 'weird' to Leon, however, and he made sure to clarify that for her, "I don't find you 'weird' Charlotte, although that attraction of yours is something I get to use from now on as a tease. But still, I'll make sure to prove to you that making home made soup could be very useful; maybe we'll try that sometime at my place."
Leon winked at the end for closure, then took a sip of his water as Charlotte threw back a bit of conversation. Leon pondered the thought, placing his chin against his two gripped hands, gazing at her gray eyes in a sort of tranquil connection, allowing her face to be his link of thought.
"Well..." Leon began, smirking, "I don't know what your favorite movies are, what other friends you have, any particular places you like in San Francisco, and then - of course - your pet peeves, so I can make a note to avoid them as best I can. After all, having you beat me with a cane is an... interesting thought, but definitely not without a bit of pain."
He then leaned back, hesitating to reply to the second aspect of the question. Being rather modest, he wasn't sure what to say without any real ideas. He felt that constantly conversing to her about school politics, corporate violence, and all the dramatic details would get sour eventually. He wondered if he should cover his social life back at Varron, how he met Kira Karyuudo nearby Maverik, the time he and Dain Gavyns practically led a Star Wars party at the Academy, how he met Tyler Scott, or even that he grew up behind the back of his best friend, Christopher Kingston, before he became Captain of PHS #2237.
But he decided against all that, and decided to continue down the path of his musical interests.
Leon placed his hands on the table with ease, smiling comfortably, finally reacting, "One thing I haven't told you yet was my membership in a small, mediocre Jazz group back at Varron. It was about... nine of us in all, and only two of us were actually in High school. We were the Jupiter Blues, a bunch of young folks trying to kill time by entertaining ourselves with music. I met some great people there, including a good friend of mine, Lisa Hughes, and her brother, Derak."
Leon's eyes glazed a bit, his mind trailing off at an after thought of the girl mentioned. He had expected the memories to flood back, but it was hard to resist them. "... We were pretty light about things, but a few of us had chance to get farther up the ladder - not me included. Our lead singer, Alicia, was an amazing singer, Derak was a great Director, and Ben... well, he's doing pretty well for himself already, I guess."
A grin of pride passed over his lips, and Leon nodded his head to the right, "Take a glance down to the first floor, and you'll see what I mean."
Following the path himself, Leon took in the nearby edge of their platform to the view of the first floor below, the other patrons continuing their meals without interruption, yet at the restaurant's center stage stood a small group of musicians, all carrying various instruments, all dressed in bright tuxedos and wearing slick hair and shades. All except their leader, who kept his subtle red hair loose and long, spilling across his sable vest, his shades pressed tightly to his eyes.
Leon's grin widened, "Ben always liked to think of himself as a ladies' man..."
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