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Post by .: T O K I :. on Jul 16, 2009 19:45:53 GMT -5
Ian opened his mouth and... let out a great big... yawn. He groaned, annoyed that he really had to get up this early today for work. Why couldn't his boss find someone else? Did he really have to call him? Ian lifted up his wrist and glanced at his watch: 7:22. Well maybe it wasn't so early, but he still had leftover homework from yesterday he hadn't finished and he was worried about not getting them in on time. High school was so much easier than college. Ian leaned his chair forward and off the back legs as to not accidentally brake the chair.
He slumped forward and with his elbows on the table, he groaned into his hands. He closed his eyes in thought for a moment, washing away all the worries he had. After a few seconds of calm thinking, he lifted up his head and his shaggy hair fell into his eyes. Frowning, he snapped his head around, flicking his bangs to the side of his head. He had an unusual serious face today, though it was reasonable, he had a big project to do. At least, that's what he was told on the phone this morning.
Ian's cool gaze searched every inch of the cafe. It was big for a cafe. He noticed many tables scattered around the room with one center line, from the door to the counter. Lights hung from strong, metal chains bolted into the roof, though they weren't on. It wasn't dark enough yet. There was a small stage toward the corner of the large area for the bands and singers to play for special occasions, and for karaoke. A waitress walked by, and noticing he didn't have anything with him stopped by. He glanced up at her.
She grinned at him when she caught his eye. The man had shady brown hair, almost black that fell in waves from his head--hat hair it seemed. His even gaze looked at her as she took him in. She even noticed his eyes, blue with a slight orange tint. Interesting. He wore a casual white, button shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows along with fitting blue jeans. The waitress hardly cared about his shoes, but she did oddly noticed a choke necklace around his neck. It was small, and looked like it was made of wood. From Texas maybe? Florida? Some coast state it seemed.
He seemed about the right age too! She batted her eyelashes in a supposed sexy way, "Hey there. My name is Hannah and I'll be your lovely waitress for today. Would like anything today?" Ian raised his eyebrows in astonishment, smiling. Of course, this was the wrong thing to do as the waitress raised her eyebrows at him in he guessed what was supposed to be seductive. On his side, he was just freaked out. It would be a little odd if a waitress suddenly started hitting on you in the morning. He wasn't even fully awake.
Ian's smile faltered, half in thought of what to order, and have in fright of the girl. He turned away from her, staring at the table for a moment rubbing his chin. He wasn't that hungry or thirsty, but it would be a good idea to get something to eat before school. He already had a water bottle in the net holder of his backpack in his car. Nodding to himself tilted his head toward the girl, "I'll just have two donuts."
If anything he smile got bigger and she slightly leaned forward. He leaned back. Unlike Ian, Hannah didn't falter at all. He was a good 'catch', she wouldn't let him get away so easily. "Two donuts, eh? Are you sure that's it, is there anything more I could get you?" She bent forward a bit more and lightly placed her hand on his upper thigh. Ian's eyes widened the slightest bit as he swiped her hand away. "N-no thank you, that's all I need. Some food."
He stuttered just the slightest, not in embarrassment, but in shock. Hannah was to say the least, put of a little bit, but the reminder of him stuttering kept her going. With a little smile, she quickly leaned back and said in a much too happy voice, "Ok then! I'll be back with your donuts Mr..." Ian glanced up at her, and decided not to encourage her, "Hayes." She nodded, a little put out about not getting his name, but she had something, "Ok, I'll be right back Mr. Hayes."
Grinning like a maniac, she walked off toward the back of the room where the kitchen was located, swinging her hips like a celebrity. Or something... Ian sighed and leaned over his table again, thumping his head against the top. He turned a few heads, but he didn't see any of them as he had his forehead on the table with his eyes close. Resting his head against his forearms, he silently grumbled meaningless words to calm himself. What a turn off.
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Post by Rena DeVito on Jul 16, 2009 20:24:36 GMT -5
A tiny, average house mouse scurried around on top of high shelvings, looking down at the bustling kitchen. A thin waitress rushed in, wearing way to much make-up. She nearly knocked over another waitress. The first one, Hannah, talked excitedly with the second waitress, Angela, and both of them peeked out of the doors over to a certain corner in the cafe. Curious, Adina scrambled closer, until she perched precariously on the door jam, her long tail, and nimble fingers, helping her keep her balance.
Hannah was gushed about this "Super hot guy" who was "A hot item." After a couple of minutes Hannah asked, "Angela, do you know his name?" To which Angela replied, "Of course girl, His name is Ian, he's a regular here!" Just then, the cook came up behind them, bellowing, "ARE WE GOING TO STAND AROUND HERE LOOKING AT OUR CUSTOMERS, OR SERVING THEM?!" Which, of course startled both. Hannah slammed shut the door she had been holding open, and the vibrations caused the small mouse to loose her balanced. 'Whoops!' she thought, as she tumbled down, head over heals. Luckily, she was able to twist herself upright and she landed on her feet. There she sat calmly and serenely, washing her face.
She had landed right in between the cook, and Angela and Hannah, The cook went screaming in one direction, and the two girls went screaming in the other. Hannah's scream was the loudest, and she screamed, "HELP HELP! OH IAN SAVE ME!" Making a beeline to Ian, she attempted to leap into his arms. Adina paused in her face washing as the world around her freaked out. She returned to it calmly though. Soon the cook came back, swinging a broom. "Well, I certainly know when I'm not wanted!" Adina squeaked at the cook before turning tail and running right after the two girls. Seeing a safe haven right behind a tall man's big shoes, Adina made her way over there, nimbly jumping on tables, chairs or anything else in her way. Several customers jumped up screaming as a small brown mouse ran over their laps.
Adina easily climbed up the tall man's shoulder, his blue jeans giving wonderful hand holds, but the white shirt was slicker, and she slipped once or twice on her way up. She settled on his shoulder, sitting on her hind legs, and squeaked triumphantly at the angry cook. He couldn't swing at her while she was on a "CUSTOMER'S" shoulder.
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Post by .: T O K I :. on Jul 16, 2009 21:05:32 GMT -5
Ian quietly sighed, glad that the commotion was gone for now. What was with that girl? Unfortunately, Ian's mind slipped into darkness for a moment, almost falling asleep. "ARE WE GOING TO STAND AROUND HERE LOOKING AT OUR CUSTOMERS, OR SERVING THEM?!" Ian jolted awake, he abruptly sat up straight, eyes wide open now. What was that? Luckily he was wide awake, he probably wouldn't be late for school. His mind still clouded, Ian lifted his large hand and wiped his eyes for a moment. He glanced around and slowly turned his head down until he was blankly staring at the table.
He actually sat the for a moment doing nothing, until he absentmindedly blinked. Where's my donuts? Ian closed his eyes and took a deep breath, waking himself up. Being relaxed seem to make people fall asleep, to Ian it made him more awake and alert of his surroundings. Just in time too. Suddenly screams echoed around the cafe. Ian bolted up right with his hands held firmly onto the edge of the chair, ready to jump up at a moments notice. The kitchen doors swung open and Hannah and another waitress ran out.
Their eyes were closed and their hands were covered over their ears, for whatever reasons. They were the running and screaming anyway. Ian frowned at this, what was happening? Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the other customers thinking the same thing. No one saw anything or heard anything. Was someone in the kitchen maybe? Hannah paused from her screaming and yelled in distress, "HELP HELP! OH IAN SAVE ME!" Ian coughed loudly, how did she know his name? He hadn't said anything had he? Had someone told her? Who here even knew his name?
The man blinked dully at the thought, of course. Nearly everyone knew his name here, he came every day of the week in the mornings. Gosh, it was nearly embarrassing by the fact he knew the chef. Then again, the chef was the mother of a good friend of his. The woman made a beeline for him. Unfortunately... before he could react the girl ran and stumbled into him. She slung her arms around his neck and hugged him tight. Ian's eyes widened, but his brain was a little behind schedule. Whaaat?
A little uncomfortable, Ian muttered, "Excuse me miss..." He trailed off as he forcefully removed her from him. He didn't exactly enjoy all the touching and crying and screaming. What was there to be afraid of anyway? Before he knew it, a few other customers screamed. Ian snapped his head toward the rest of the room, looking for whatever might be the cause. He didn't even see anything... suddenly a little brown flash caught his eye. His astonished gaze locked onto the movement.
He saw a long tail and a small body with two round dots on the head. What was it? It kind of looked like a... "MOUSE!" Hannah screamed and backed up, stumbling into a table behind her. She fell on the ground, pulling the tablecloth with her. At least now she couldn't see the little vermin. Ian felt a little tugging on his shirt and he glanced down. So it was a mouse. He found his eyes following the little creature as it gripped onto his shirt, pulling itself up to his shoulder.
Once it was there, the mouse sat on its haunches and squeaked into his ear. Ian flinched a little at the loud sound since it was so close, but the mouse quieted down soon enough. He turned his head so his eye could catch sight of the mouse, his chin almost touching the thing. Now Ian wasn't really afraid of any animal, let alone a mouse! He clicked his tongue lightly, "Hey there..." He murmured quietly.
Hannah, watching this stared at him with a horrified like, "Y-y-ou.... is th-that y-y-our.... y-you... y-your.... THING?!" She ended with a high pitched squeal. Ian's eyes traveled over to the girl and said, "Where? What thing? I don't see anything. I only see a mouse." He gave her a small smile, not for her, but out of humor. Maybe it wasn't exactly funny, but she was a little loud. Besides, it was rude. He was sure the mouse didn't like being called a thing just as much as he hated being called a boy... or in some cases a sea gull. Personally, he looked nothing like a little gull.
Ian turned away from the girl and again looked around. The other few customers were looking at him, staring, but they didn't seem as horrified as the staff had. Some murmured amongst themselves and began leaving. Apparently they didn't like the idea of a mouse in the kitchen. Their previous food might be poisoned and they might get sick and might die. The chef walked over to him, still holding the broom. Ian looked up at her through his hair.
"Hello Mrs. Davidson." He greeted without a smile. She frowned at him, her face making the slightest of wrinkles. She was still young as a chef, that was good. It means she still had a long while to go for her job, she was a great cook though. Her brown eyes looked solemnly at him, but not angry. Ian was thankful they knew each other and that he was such good friends with her son, Josh, otherwise he might not be able to get away with this. He was easily known as a guy who liked animals it seemed.
"Ian," She briefly paused to nod at him, "Would you please get rid of that mouse. Now." Her face scrunched up in anger for a moment. Ian didn't want to get in trouble and have an argument thought. He bowed his head, taking caution not to hit the mouse off his shoulder, "Umm, of course." Using the table to prop himself up, Ian stood up and turned around to head toward the door. When the cook couldn't see, he smiled and his mouth twitched as he hid his smirk.
Ian didn't really have anything to hide, but he still found the situation a little humorous. He pushed the door open of the cafe and stood right outside. The sun was hidden behind layers and layers of gray clouds. It wouldn't rain, but it wouldn't be sunny either. He lightly sighed, just like Shelpey Alley. At least it wasn't pouring rain though. He wouldn't like to send the little brown creature off on its own in the rain. After a moment's pause, he kneel-ed down and let his arm drop to the ground, palm up. He lifted his shoulder up and down very lightly to get it to walk off, without it dropping off. "Come on, time to leave now. The cook obviously isn't too please." He beckoned the mouse quietly to himself.
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Post by Rena DeVito on Jul 16, 2009 21:32:17 GMT -5
As Adina squeaked, Ian flinched. 'Of course,' she told herself, 'It probably hurts his ears.' She immediately ceased her squeaking and simply watched the show. She sat still and watched the big man as he turned his head, his chin almost touching her nose. "Hey there..." he spoke quietly, which Adina certainly appreciated after all the screaming. She twitched her whiskers, and nipped him the tinniest bit on his chin. It certainly wasn't meant to hurt. It was almost like a mousy kiss.
Then the loudmouthed waitress spoke up again, horror coloring her tones. "Y-y-ou.... is th-that y-y-our.... y-you... y-your.... THING?!" Her went shrill, sounding very much like the squeal of a mouse ten times Adina's size. Ian turned his head towards the girl and easily said, "Where? What thing? I don't see anything. I only see a mouse." As if it was every day that a random mouse would climb on his shoulders. Ian smiled a small, pinched smile, that disappeared as soon as he saw the cook walking over. Several of the customers were preparing to leave, and the chef did NOT look very happy about it!
"Hello Mrs. Davidson." Adina's new best friend said. This, "Mrs. Davidson" frowned, her face wrinkling slightly. From Adina's perspective she looked very serious, not furious, simply serious. "Ian." She said with a brief, almost business type nod. "Would you please get rid of that mouse. Now." Apparently, she lost her self-control, for her face twisted in a strange way. That's when Adina peeped up. "Y'know, you could take anger management classes to help you with that issue." Of course, Adina knew that Mrs. Davidson couldn't hear her, but none the less, she was going to get her two cents in.
Ian's head bowed, slowly, and Adina nearly lost her balance. Luckily though, her long tail saved her from any more mishaps. "Umm, of course." Ian said obediently. He stood, turned towards the door, and walked out - the smallest of smirks on his lips. Apparently he found the entire thing funny. He pushed the door open with one hand, showing the overcast sky. 'Oh yeah! That's why I went inside in the first place. I didn't want to get wet and then I got hungry...' Adina's stomach growled, the tiniest of tiny stomach growls. Adina heaved a little sign. 'Why did I have to remind myself?'
Ian leaned down, and Adina again used her tail as balance. He dropped an arm to the ground, the same arm that was attached to Adina's perch. "Come on, time to leave now. The cook obviously isn't too please." He lifted his shoulder up and down, obviously trying to get the common house mouse off. "Aww!" Adina squeaked. When his shoulder raised, she grabbed at some of his hair and pulled herself up onto his head. There she burrowed around in the sweet smelling stuff. "Do I have to? I'm cold out here, and hungry too!" Grasping his hair carefully, Adina leaned far over his forehead, until she peered eagerly into one of Ian's eyes. They were an interesting color, blue with flecks of gold in them. With a tiny gasp she lost her grip and fell. She managed to get a hold of Ian's nose, and sat on her hind legs there, licking her tiny paws and washing her face.
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Post by .: T O K I :. on Jul 16, 2009 22:02:36 GMT -5
The mouse squealed in protest as Ian shook his shoulder. He almost frowned, he would certainly be yelled at if he didn't get the mouse to get away from the cafe. After being awake for only about an hour, he wasn't ready to be yelled at. That would be for later in the day. He kind of felt sorry for the mouse. He knew what it was like to have to search for his own food. Of course he never actually had to, but when he shifted it was easy to understand things when you could suddenly understand all the animals.
Suddenly, as Ian raised his shoulder, the mouse latched onto a lock of his hair. He frowned, but Ian was a man! No sir, he didn't scream at all but murmured, "What are you doing in my hair?" Once there, the mouse scurried over his head. Ian could feel the light pressure of the mouse's feet as it clasp strands of his falling hair. He could feel the body of the mouse sliding through his head toward his face. He hoped the mouse didn't have a disease, or at least was recently cleaned. He had only showered this morning, and he didn't want to have to drive all the way home to shower yet again this soon.
A big, brown blob covered his vision in his left eye. Ian blinked and looked closer at the mouse. Its whiskers were constantly twitching while it peered into his eye. What was it doing? Ian guessed it was just looking at his eye, a lot of people tend to do that. He chuckled quietly and murmured a quiet greeting. Of course people would think he was weird, talking to a mouse. Ian knew better though. Animals could understand people, but people couldn't understand animals. If only people would understand the concept.
The mouse grumbled a moment and one of its little claws accidentally let go of his hair. Ian blinked in surprised and pulled his head back a little bit. Even though he tried, unsuccessfully, to dodge the mouse, it ended up landing in his face. It slipped down his face, but it caught hold onto the edge of Ian's nose and skillfully climbed back up. It took careful heed in holding on this time. He sat there as he tried to peer down at the mouse as it washed its face. What the heck?
Ian looked cross-eyed as he tried to see what the mouse was doing. His eye brows furled down in concentration. He didn't really want to bother the little creature, but this was just a little weird. He was drawing looks too. Ian personally didn't really care about what others thought, but still... He scowled and grasped the mouse with his hand, pulling it off his nose. It was very tiny in his hand, but he was very careful and gentle as to not squeeze to hard.
Heck, if it wanted to, the mouse couldn't just crawled out of his hand. He gentle set his hand on the ground. Although amusing, Ian took no chance of letting the mouse pull that stunt again. He tipped his hand slightly and let the brown fluff ball tumble lightly to the ground on top of the sidewalk. When it was off his hand, he picked up his hand and crossed them over his knee as he was still kneeling. He rested his chin on his hands as he curiously gazed at the mouse, wondering what it would do, where it would go.
((Permission from Tav for Ian to grab Adina.))
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Post by Rena DeVito on Jul 16, 2009 22:25:41 GMT -5
Adina did a little squeaky laugh as Ian looked cross-eyed at her. His brows furrowed, making perfect steps for Adina to crawl back on his head, when she felt large fingers grasp her around her middle. Adina gave a protestant squeak and wiggled 'viciously'. As soon as she realized that he wasn't going to squeeze her to death, she relaxed, content to go for the ride. Ian gently set his hand on the ground, and tipped his hand, sending Adina somersaulting to the ground. Giving another squeak of protest against this 'rough' handling, Adina sat on her hind legs.
The giant rested his hands on his knee, and his chin on his hands. Adina surveyed him critically for a moment, her whiskers twitching, and her occasionally pausing to sniff the air, or to glance around in the nervous habit of a mouse. Then she crouched down, and with a simple leap landed on his head once more. If nothing more, Adina was a persistent little mouse. This time, she ran down the back of his head, down his neck, into the neckline of his shirt. She poked her nose around in there, and then ran back out, landing on his shoulder. Her tiny hands gripped meticulously at his shirt, and she poked her nose in his ear, her whiskers no doubt tickling it. Running back down his arm, she dropped to top of Ian's sneakers. There she nibbled on the shoelaces, tried to crawl into the shoe, and then crawled up his pant leg. She got about half way up, and then fell back down, getting caught in the hem of his pant legs. But, she had seen something worth seeing.
His shifter's mark.
Dropping back down to the ground in front of him, she glanced around the street. Most weren't paying attention to them, and if they were paying attention to them, it was to Ian cause there were oogling girls. Turning towards Ian, she sat back on her haunches and gave him a very human like wave, the best her mouse limbs could manage. Wondering what Ian would do next, she sat there, considering him with her beady black eyes. Unable to keep still any longer, Adina ran around Ian in two circles, and then waved again.
OhOhSea:// Yuppers, I have her permission xD
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Post by .: T O K I :. on Jul 16, 2009 23:06:25 GMT -5
The mouse didn't do much except the occasional whisker twitch and a sniff of the air. It slouched on its haunches and glanced around a few times with its beady eyes. The mouse seemed very cautious, then again most mice are. It was a little odd to see a mouse not running away at first sight. It was odd enough that it didn't completely run away, but had instead rested on Ian's shoulder. Yes, it certainly was odd. Maybe he'd shift and find out, but there were too many people around. Besides he had to get to work really quick before school to pick some things up. He sighed and closed his eyes, annoyed about how his day had gone so far. However, before long a small, warm thing landed on his forehead. His eyes snapped open only for a little claw to hook onto his eye. "Ouch..." He muttered and rubbed his eye with the palm of his eye. Ian could feel the mouse's claws clinging to his hair. Again. He sighed and carefully opened his sore eye. His sight was slightly blurry, and he could feel his tears ready to spill over, cleaning his eye. No of course he wasn't crying, but gosh that stung a little bit. He took a quick glance at his hand, ignoring the mouse. At least nothing was bleeding. Ian shot his neck back in surprise at the feel of little feet sliding down his neck. That was weird. He grunted as he stood up. Now he didn't mind mice, but sometimes mice were mice. He could still feel the weight of the mouse on his shoulder, it sat there and sniffed his ear. Ian frowned and without thinking he rubbed his shoulder against his ear to get rid of the feeling. Ian had never felt a mouse crawling all over him before, this was definitely new. His mouth twitched, fighting a smile. However amusing, it was also annoying to a point. He was still relaxed, but his expressions were saying the exact opposite. He wasn't mad, or sad, or frightened, maybe confused though. Ian was a smart guy though, he knew what was happening. What was running through his head was why. Why was this mouse... clawing all over his skin? It scurried down his body to his shoe. For a moment Ian thought about kicking it off, but quickly decided against it. He wasn't that mean. Ian frowned at the creature, "Why are you chewing on my shoe lace?" He talked to know one but himself. Ian was sure the mouse could hear him with its big ears though, it didn't answer though. Just went on with its mouse business. It nibbled on his shoelaces in which he tried to shoo the mouse off, but it was persistent. The furry vermin dug in his shoe before realizing it couldn't go any deeper. At this, the man cracked a small smile. and blew out his nose, in a seemingly quiet... almost laugh. The mouse turned up at him, catching his eye before it ducked down and crawled up his pant leg. Ian exclaimed, "Gahh..." in shock. Whaaaat. Isn't that what they do on cartoons and crap? Mice don't do this in real life! He frowned and grunted as he felt the mouse claw his skin. Ian thought he could feel the little scratches ooze blood, but it wouldn't matter. They were scratches, they would probably disappear in a couple of days. The vermin ran up his leg until it stopped right above his knee. Ian shook his knee a few times, knowing that if it fell, the mouse would most likely grab onto his shoe. It feel a few times, but then it stopped. Ian frowned, knowing where it was. His shape shifter tattoo. That was not good. Ian batted his leg right above where he could feel the little creature. All the people on the sidewalk had looked at him funny and had walked off. Now there was no one. Finally the mouse clawed back down and landed on the ground in front of his sneaker. For a strange reason, the mouse scurried a little ways around Ian. Looking around I guess. But for what? His face wasn't frowning anymore, but he wasn't smiling either. Ian was neutral--confused. Should he be happy? Not really. He wasn't really sad either though, or angry. A few people had turned the corner, but no one was really watching them. Was the mouse maybe looking for a dog? Cat? Maybe a bird? At that he had to crack a smile. His smile fell though as the mouse came back to him. Was it following him or something? Ian scowled in thought, that wouldn't be good. Since when did he attack mice? Maybe he'd just eat them later. His lips twitched, but he wouldn't. Ian was a civilized person, even for a shifter, or ever for a boy of 23. Ahem, man. The mouse sat with its back straight and looked him in the eye. It waved. Ian's eyebrows shot up. Gosh, how many times was he going to be surprised today? Many times it seemed, and many more to come. It wasn't the best, as the muscles of a mouse were short and made for running, not for waving. It almost looked like the mouse was saying bye, but he knew that was not the case. It was definitely a wave. The mouse studied him with its wet, black eyes. It blinked a few times, as if waiting for a reaction. Ian took a breath to calm himself. He certainly hadn't seen weirder things, but...ahh, oh well. The mouse dropped to its paws and ran around Ian in a few circles. Once it was in front of the man, it waved again. Ian kneel-ed down and opened his mouth widely to find something to say, but the words didn't come. After a pause, he closed his mouth. "Oh Iaaan!" There went his mood. Ian spun around 180 degrees to see the same waitress behind him. Oh great, not again. A few heads turned at the sound of her high voice. Oh no, not an audience too! He winced, wanting to slap himself. Why does it take so long to get rid of a mouse? Hannah's smile brightened as he noticed him. She hadn't yet seen the mouse. It was small and Ian was big, he was blocking it without even knowing it. "There you are! You must be really brave, getting rid of that vermin from the cafe." She grinned broadly the whole time while adding a hard pronunciation on her words to show her emphasis. Although she looked happy, and oddly enough--proud, she spat the word 'vermin' out as if it were a curse. Of course to her it was. Mice were gross. They were little pests that did nothing but eat food, bite, and annoy people. She couldn't fathom why mice were even on Earth. Ian just thought she didn't like them because they chased away customers. And staff, he silently tacked on with a smirk. Of course with his luck, it had actually shown. Hannah made a tinkling laugh and skipped to his side. Did she just skip? Wait. Why is she standing next to me? The girl locked arms with him and tried to pull him back into the small restaurant. A few on lookers turned away, while others were still watching. He noticed some guys at the corner smirking and pointing at his misfortune. Oh well. They were right. It was his loss. He sighed and his smile fell into a deep frown. Sadly, he wasn't old enough to have wrinkles when he frowned yet. Maybe if he did, or if it were in his genetics, the girl would have been disgusted. "Oh eww! Ughh! Look at those wrinkles! Hun, you need a lot of help!" Yeah... if only. He stopped with only moving one foot and held her back. Realizing this, he uncurled his arm from hers and clasp his hands behind his back so she couldn't try it again. "Uh, actually it's right there. And uhh... how do you know my name?" Of course, he was ignored the girl's eyes widened at the news. How could it not have left? I thought it died! Didn't Ian kill it? He was supposed to be my hero! The woman's thoughts flashed quickly. She stared at the mouse and backed into her savior. "EEeeek! Ian, Ian kill it already!" She completely ignored his last question. It would be too embarrassing to tell him. Maybe she could just make up some little white lie. Hannah inwardly grinned, though she was still freaked out about the mouse. Ian frowned, and this time on purpose. How much worse could it get? Wait, don't think about it. It'll just get worse. Think positive. Ian grunted and pushed the girl away from him. Too much... closeness. He decided to ignore the mouse for once. He knew the mouse wouldn't really do anything, at least anything that could hurt the girl. The mouse was already odd enough to wave at him. Did that mean something? He couldn't think about that now, his mind was ringing from all her screaming. "Please be quiet. It's just a harmless mouse." Well... could be harmless. "Now please tell me how you know my name?" ((RECORD!!!! 17 PARAGRAPHS IN ONE POST! I could have gone longer with Hannah complaining and stuttering, but I figured I'd give you a chance to reply Tav. ^^ )
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Post by Rena DeVito on Jul 18, 2009 16:19:01 GMT -5
OhOhSea://
Geez! TOKI IS WRITING BOOKS NOW! xD Congrats Toki xD
Am I power playing a bit Toks? I dun't mean to - if I am, let me know ^^
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Adina hadn't been paying much attention to Ian's faces that he was making. She was more concerned about doing the mouse thing, which was to run all around, poking her nose everywhere it didn't belong. She would occasionally, pause, glance around in a twitchy, nervous way, and then continue her search. Searching for what she wasn't sure.
After she made her homey little wave, Ian's face changed from a little frown, to a face of genuine shock. Adina's lips curved in what was supposed to be a smile. It wasn't everyday Ian got waved at by a mouse, of this Adina was sure. The big man took a deep breath, and then seemed to dismiss it. Adina ran her two circles and then waved again. His mouth hung open, and Adina squeaked softly, "Be careful! Or you'll catch a fly!"
Just then, she heard a whiny voice, "Oh Iaaan!" Ian's mouth snapped shut, and he whipped around to see dear, sweet, sweet Hannah. She smiledĀ widely, reminding Adina of a shark. 'She just wants to gobble my protector up!' she thought, rather possessively. The brown mouse got some satisfaction at the fact that Hannah had smeared red lipstick over her teeth, looking like a shark at a feeding frenzy.
"There you are! You must be really brave, getting rid of that vermin from the cafe." Vermin? VERMIN? Adina huffed and if she could've, she would've folded her arms. 'I am a perfectly clean mouse...Probably even cleaner then Miss Prissy Pants over there!' Ian must've done something to encourage Hannah, because she skipped over and took his arm.
She tried to yoink him back to the restaurant, but he pulled his arm away, and clasped his hands behind his back. "Uh, actually it's right there. And uhh... how do you know my name?" Hannah stared at Adina who wiggled her whiskers and looked away. She would have nothing more to do with Miss Prissy Pants. "EEeeek! Ian, Ian kill it already!" She squealed. Adina rolled her ebony eyes best that she could and turned away from Hannah.
"Please be quiet. It's just a harmless mouse." Ian paused then repeated his question. "Now please tell me how you know my name?" Hannah paused, considering her answer. "Uh, I overheard some of the other waitresses talking about you." She batted her eyelashes coyly, trying to distract him by 'mystifying him.' Hannah was sure he was going to 'get lost in the depths of her eyes.' After all, that's what always happened in books!
Adina, now unnoticed, meandered over to Hannah. She stood in front of one sandaled foot. She lifted one of her front paws on Hannah's shoe, and then lifted the other. Adina then lifted her nose and sniffed at Hannah's sugary perfume. 'Ugh!' She thought, just as Hannah screamed and aimed a kick at the tiny mouse. Adina skittered by it, and scrambled behind her protector. She rested in between Ian's sneakered feet.
Glancing up, she realized she could probably climb back up to Ian's shoulder, a perch she very much enjoyed. Adina considered it carefully. Ian had been fairly patient with the mouse's randomy explorations earlier, so she decided to have a go at it. She carefully began to climb up Ian's pantleg, her nimble fingers quickly finding grooves in the material to grasp. While climbing, she let her mind wander. 'If Ian's a shifter, I probably can show him my shifting ability without him freaking out or anything. I need to get him away from normal people. How am I going to do that?' she mused.
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Post by .: T O K I :. on Jul 19, 2009 2:03:35 GMT -5
((Eh it's ok, just a little much to catch up with. But no, I believe it's okay. ^^ I will admit, it was tough, but I love the fact that I actually reached 17 paragraphs! I would've gone longer, but I wanted to give you a change to control Hannah. xD She amuses me greatly.))
Ian's eyebrow slowly rose in impatience as Hannah paused. A thoughtful look crossed her face before answering, slowly, "Uh, I overheard some of the other waitresses talking about you." Hm, Ian didn't even consider others talking about him. He briefly wondered why they were talking about him. Had he done something wrong? His face concentrated and his thoughts wandered as he tried vainly to remember anything he had previously done. He was too busy in thought to even notice Hannah's battering eyelashes.
Of course, being a little air headed she thought he was--as she put it "getting lost in her eyes". She sighed quietly to herself, inwardly smirking. Yes! I got Ian now! God, look at those amazing muscles! And his hair! And his eyes, so unique! The girl clasp her hands together behind her back, barely unable to contain her squeal. She couldn't even bring herself to think of him as even remotely poor. I bet he's rich too! She smiled brightly and titled her head at Ian. Before she spoke though, Hannah felt a little pressure on her foot. As if he was stepping on it. Awww!
Blushing, she glanced down, only to find that rat on her foot! The little pest was sniffing around her socks. Eww! Stupid rat! Hannah loudly screamed, breaking Ian out of his thoughts. He blinked in surprise and stood at attention, wondering what had made her scream. Ian watched silently, wide eyed as Hannah shook her foot to get the mouse off. It tumbled to the ground and Hannah pulled back her thin leg and tried to kick it. Luckily for the mouse, it collected itself and skittered away just in the nick of time. Ian's mouth popped open as the brown creature scuttled between his shoes.
Ian frowned. He hated the fact that people would try to hurt animals. It was just a little mouse for crying out loud! How much could it even do?! He couldn't exactly sympathize with Hannah, but he could at least try. "Ugh Ian, stop protecting that little rat! Aren't you going to kill it?!" The waitress's voice ended in a crying pitch. He flinched, jeez. After tonight, he wouldn't be able to hear anymore! He'd have to learn sign language! Or lip reading! Lip reading definitely seemed harder, but no one would be able to understand sign language...
He sighed, feeling a little tug on his jeans. His discolored eyes flicked down for a moment before looking back up. Honestly, he wasn't all that surprised that the mouse wanted to climb back up. Something was up with it, but he didn't think about it long. Thinking was his strong point. Sure Ian could think, but why couldn't he just play it off with a laugh? Everyone needed a good laugh once in awhile. Besides, you only have one life. You might as well live it to the fullest.
With that in mind, Ian turned his unclaimed attention back to the woman--err, girl, "It's a mouse, and I'm not going to kill it. Err, him... or her." He paused, unsure. It really wasn't like it mattered too much, but the mouse probably didn't like just being called an "it". It wouldn't know though, as he wasn't the mouse and he wasn't in the mouse's mind. "Anyway," he continued, "why should I kill it? A mouse is just another animal. People are animals you know." Ian deliberately said the last part slowly, suspecting that Hannah, being Hannah, would not get the point.
Now she just took it offensively though. She pouted, her bottom lip sticking far out. It had way too much make up. Ian didn't even know it was possible to put that much on. Hannah supposed her pouting would look sexy. Ian found it annoying and almost revolting. Almost. That would've been embarrassing. "Please Ian? For me?" Disgruntled, Ian pulled up his hand covering a cough. This girl just did not know when to stop did she? He sighed and prepared himself for the waterworks, "Sorry, er... Hannah, but I have no reason to do anything for you at all." Hopefully she wouldn't take it the hard way.
((He's so freaking oblivious...))
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Post by Rena DeVito on Jul 19, 2009 11:49:01 GMT -5
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lol, m'kay...Sometimes there is a fine line between power playing and just assumption...O.o If that makes sense ^^;;
lol, Seriously! It's amazing that you can put that much detail into a post! And dun't worry about controlling Hannah, have all the fun with her that you want ^^ We should ask Safi to make her a Cannon Charrie xD
And, lol...Oblivious Ian xD
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"Eww! Stupid rat!" Hannah had freaked out. Adina had jumped, looking all around for that rat. "Rat? WHERE?" she squeaked loudly. Adina had then realized that Hannah was talking about her. Dodging the kick, she had scurried up Ian, back onto his shoulder. With a small giggle, Adina squeaked, "I should keep her away from you, if you don't want her around." Adina was mindful of how loud her voice was, keeping low-key so she wouldn't hurt Ian's ears again.
"Ugh Ian, stop protecting that little rat! Aren't you going to kill it?!" Hannah's high pitched voice was starting to hurt Adina's round ears, which were used to high sounds. She waved her long, slender tail a bit wildly as Ian unexpectedly flinched, throwing Adina off-balanced. Ian then sighed and relaxed a bit. "It's a mouse, and I'm not going to kill it. Err, him... or her." "Her!" Adina added helpfully. To bad the Big Man couldn't understand her. Ian paused, and Adina could almost see the wheels turning in his head. "I'm a girl!" The house mouse pointed out again.
"Anyway," Ian continued, "why should I kill it? A mouse is just another animal. People are animals you know." At the last sentence, Ian slowed down. He eyed Hannah as he spelled it out for her. The waitress instantly pouted, trying to do a fair imitation of a puppy face. Adina squeaked and ran to Ian's other shoulder, skittering over the back of his neck. From there she peeked out at Hannah again. 'Shark.' She thought again. "Please Ian? For me?" She said in a 'sexy voice' batting her eyes again. She gazed up at him through her mascara covered eyelashes, her lips turned down in a frown.
Ian raised his hand to cover a cough. He sighed again, and spoke, "Sorry, er... Hannah, but I have no reason to do anything for you at all." Hannah gasped, raising one hand to cover her mouth, which was hanging open in shock. Her eyes welled up with tears. Adina instantly felt bad. "It's okay Hannah. I'm sure there are other guys out there who care for you! Don't give up!" "I-i-Ian? Y-you don't l-like m-meeee?" Hannah managed to squeak out. "Aww! It's okay Hannah! I like you!" Adina tried to comfort the waitress, but - quite obviously - it wasn't working. Adina turned to Ian, "C'mon Ian! Say something that will make her feel better! It's not her fault she so..." Adina paused, trying to find a word that adequately described Hannah. Unable to find one, she finished with, "...Hannah-like."
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