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Post by patch on Jul 13, 2009 14:15:46 GMT -5
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Shaylyn walked into the cafe, her red hair tied back. She was wearing a simple t-shirt and jeans, and probably would have blended in very well except for the fact her hair was so red. It made her stand out unless there happened to be a large group of gingers about, which there rarely was. She shrugged to herself, before finding herself a table. She was new to town, and still didn't know anyone, so sitting alone didn't bother her as much as it would have under normal situations. No one knew who she was, and she didn't blame them for not coming over. It was a cafe, not a place to embarass the redhead who was all alone.
She ordered some pie, suddenly not feeling so terribly hungry. Shaylyn glanced around, noticing that everyone else was sitting with another person. Well, wasn't that great. She ended up alone...And she wasn't brave enough to go introduce herself to anyone. When her pie got to her table, she dug in, refusing to let any of the people around her upset her enough to destroy her appetite.
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Post by jagger on Jul 13, 2009 14:25:09 GMT -5
The hostess used a low tone, explaining to him that the bar was open but if he preferred a table, he'd need to sit with someone else. Scanning the sparse amounts of people, his features expressed a slight boredom, wandering over to flop down and fold his entire six-foot-five frame into the free seat at Shaylyn's table. "Mind if I intrude? I'm creaky, my back does not like those bar style chairs." He quipped, snatching up a menu and pouring over it for a split second before listing off his order to the waiting waitress. "Cheeseburger. Seasoned fries. Fresh dill pickle. Glass of orange juice. And.... what's she got? A slice of that pie. Thank you." Olive-skinned with light eyes, he was a somewhat odd figure; dishwater blond hair beginning to curl as it grew out. Shoving mirrored glasses up on his forehead, he rubbed the bridge of his nose with a sigh, eyeing Shaylyn quietly.
"Names Ichabod." And that was the end of his greeting.
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Post by patch on Jul 13, 2009 15:29:23 GMT -5
Shaylyn jumped slightly as an extremely tall man sat down with her. She shrugged, when he asked if she minded. She didn't, and was in fact very glad of the company, even if he did intimidate her a bit.
"I don't mind." She replied, laughing softly in appreciation of his words. She wasn't sure how much of a joke it had been. She wrinkled her nose slightly at his ordered. She didn't like pickles, and orange juice sort of sickened her. Oh, well. She wasn't going to be the one to eat it. She watched him eye her for a moment, and instantly raised her chin a bit. She wasn't going to let him think she was a push-over.
"Ichabod? Nice to meet you. I'm Shaylyn." She replied, a soft smile still on her face. [/blockquote] |
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Post by jagger on Jul 13, 2009 15:58:07 GMT -5
Nodding at the waitress as his food was promptly delivered, he dug in with flourish, politely tucking his napkin onto his lap and wiping his fingers frequently and his mouth near neurotically. He was a very neat person; despite having a voracious appetite. Eyes on his plate as he neatly arranged his food as to avoid it touching [not neurotic; just particular], he stopped to take a swig of orange juice, making a face as he discovered it tarter than usual.
"So I suppose you're a horse person?" He asked after the cramping in his cheeks had subsided, dumping a sugar packet into the OJ and stirring rapidly. Man of few words, but those he spoke were fairly to-the-point and matter-of-fact. Nearly everyone here was a horse person; so it was a viable question. He himself had just purchased a cute little Appaloosa who was proving to be a teeny bit of a handful.
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Post by patch on Jul 13, 2009 16:35:31 GMT -5
Shaylyn quickly finished her pie. It wasn't much for a hungry person, but, well...Shay didn't eat very much, and she hadn't been that hungry to start with. She sipped at her glass of water, and was about to say something to break the silence when he spoke again. She was relieved; she didn't exactly like to just sit in silence. Sure, it could be comfortable, but more often than not it wasn't. It usually just meant that you weren't very interesting, and she liked to think that she was interesting enough.
"Well, yeah. More of just an animal person in general, though," she nodded. It had been part of the reason she had moved here; so she could be closer to all the animals. She had always wanted a horse, but never been able to get one before. Now, though...Anything was possible. She was starting afresh. [/blockquote] |
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Post by jagger on Jul 13, 2009 22:00:11 GMT -5
Piling now empty plates on the edge of the table and digging into his fresh slice of pie, he glanced up to eye the redhead thoughtfully, smiling slightly at her in what was hopefully a reassuring way. "Mmh. Fabulous. Animal people tend to be a little more sensitive.. more sane. Do you ride? English or Western?" He was chit-chatting with purpose; sizing up his tablemate as he scarfed down his pie. Ichabod was, given his size, a veritable garbage disposal. This was a snack for him. It usually fairly unnerved people to have someone wolf down the equivalent an entire steer at the dinner table, so he tended to break his meals up to avoid frightening the natives. Safety measures.
Asking for a refill on his orange juice, he slid his empty pie plate to the edge of the table with the others for pick up and wiped his mouth one last time, tossing the napkin on the plates. "I apologize for the questions, I just don't talk to people much."
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Post by patch on Jul 14, 2009 11:23:45 GMT -5
Shaylyn watched as he stacked the empty plates for the waitress to pick up. She sort of wished she had a big appetite like that, sometimes it got frustrating to never be able to finish a meal. She didn't like to waste her food, but it seemed to happen a lot because she could never seem to finish it. She laughed softly at the comment that animal people were more sane. That really was true, wasn't it? Shaylyn didn't see the attraction of something that couldn't love you back, and that was part of the reason she was so into any sort of animal. She couldn't wait to start adopting pets and maybe get a horse...
"Oh, yeah. I ride western. How about you?" She replied, and paused before adding on her question. She felt a little odd just answering, so she decided to take a bit more active part in their conversation. "Oh, no. It's fine. I don't mind answering. I haven't talked to anyone in a while, either." [/blockquote] |
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Post by jagger on Jul 14, 2009 12:07:24 GMT -5
Ichabod quipped a smile, pale gaze concentrating on the redhead's delicately carved face and studying her petite features. She couldn't be a day over twenty-five, if even that. He should watch his Ps and Qs. He was getting to be an old man, and the young generations generally found people like him to be creepy. Leaning forward to rest his elbows on the table - so impolitely, but whatever - he nodded.
"Western as well. Team penning, just bought a fantastic little mare for it. Own anything?" He toasted the waitress when she replaced his juice, cupping the sweating glass between his palms as he considered his next statement, carefully choosing his words before aborting his statement altogether and moving onto the next topic. I work at the Veterinary Clinic.. as an Assistant. It's a nice set up, but doesn't lend to a whole lot of free time. My people skills are lacking.
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Post by rayne on Jul 14, 2009 12:26:51 GMT -5
A slightly taller woman walked into the diner, with a bold expression on her face. She was wearing a silky turquiose blouse with a skinny black skirt. It wasn't the most comfortable skirt, but Holly didn't mind. She stepped more into the small building and looked at her shoes. They were heels, and they fashioned the same color as the shirt she was wearing. Looking around, she found a table next to two other people sitting and talking. Nodding and giving them a smile, Holly ordered what she wanted.
When it had come, she took a bite and narrowed her green eyes. Sometimes being a vegitarian didn't pay off. Putting her hand on her forehead, she adjusted her hair. The long, wavy hair was pulled into a messy bun, and there were wisps this way and that in the front. Holly took a pin from her small white clutch, and pulled back the brunette wisps and pinned them up. Breathing the rich cafe scent, she looked at the two beside her. They seemed to be having fun. One was a girl with very red hair, and the other was a tall man. Looking back into her lap, Holly half-smiled.
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Post by patch on Jul 15, 2009 18:54:47 GMT -5
Shaylyn finished her pie and added it to the steadily growing stack of piles at the end of their table. She laughed softly at that; they looked like such pigs. That was fine with her, though. She had never had any problem with weight or eating. She just happened to have a small appetite.
"Aw, awesome!" She remarked in reply to his just having bought a new mare. She couldn't wait to buy her own horse... "Ah, not yet. I'm planning on getting a horse soon, but nothing's really surfaced yet. I work at the shelter, so I figure I'll end up loaded with dogs and cats and random critters, though!" She laughed. She had already found soft spots in her heart for nearly all of the animals there.
She noticed a girl enter and look at them for a moment. Seeing as most of the tables were full, Shaylyn figured that it wouldn't hurt to let one more person join them. She waved, signalling that she could sit with them if she wanted. [/blockquote] |
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Post by jagger on Jul 15, 2009 23:23:31 GMT -5
[ooc - I apologize in advance, I'm museless tonight.]
Flashing Holly a gentle smile, the lurch-like individual returned his gaze to Shaylyn, keen blue stare almost a little too intense; though he couldn't exactly help that. He was a brooding, quiet individual.. far from shy but not exactly what you'd call outgoing, either. Tugging on his earlobe, he grinned, shrugging his shoulders. "I considered a shelter job in the past but turned it down for exactly that reason. I live alone, no way I could have a dog cooped up in my apartment for hours on end. They'd hate me for it, ya know? Horses are easier in that respect."
He crossed his legs at the ankle, chuckling slightly before glancing again at the color-coordinated new arrival. "'bout you? Any horses, ma'am?" May as well include her in the conversation, too - the more the merrier.
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Post by patch on Jul 16, 2009 10:55:52 GMT -5
Shaylyn nodded, understanding perfectly. Still, she was glad she had chosen her job. Even if she was in the same situation - living alone, in an apartment - she was confident she'd be able to keep a few dogs happy, if she decided to adopt them. Which she was sure she was, but she wanted to be sure it was in everyone's best interest.
"I do, too, but I just couldn't resist the chance to be with them and actually be getting paid for it. It's a great way to work. Besides, if I did decide to adopt, I wouldn't have any illusions about them. I'd have seen them at their best and worst."
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Post by rayne on Jul 16, 2009 13:23:07 GMT -5
OOC;; Naw, not really... xD
IC: Holly smiled and shrugged. Might as well... "Hi," she greeted. Turning to Ichabod, she shook her head. "No, but I do work at the stables."
Pulling a chair to their table, she told the waiter to take away the plate of some random vegitarian dish.
Ring, ring... "oh, sorry, I have to take this," she commented, pulling out her white cell-phone. "Oh, hi!" continuing chatter with the other line, she gave Ichabod and Shaylyn a sympathetic look. Running her finger through her now out-of-hair band hair, she hung up the phone.
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