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Post by GREYtheFLAILER on Nov 28, 2009 23:45:43 GMT -5
Fransisca Alazne
Fransisca walked hand in hand with Jacob, until they entered the cafe. They found a table, and Fransisca sat down happily, setting down her bags beside her.
"You want to learn more about me? There isn't much, but ask away."
She said, smiling. She wondered if he woudl ask about her parent,s, not knowing that they had been dicesed since she was thirteen, or ask about where she had lived befor ethis, not knowing she hadn't had a permantent home. Fransisca shrugged to herself and studied him carefully. She really did like him, already. And so what if he was a little older.. Age didn't always count, did it?
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Post by Silverheart on Nov 28, 2009 23:55:54 GMT -5
Jacob sat down and waved his hand for a waitor. When the waitor came by he smiled. "Coffee, nothing in it," he said. He waited for Fransisca to order before he continued to ask questions. "Well, first of all, how old are you?" he asked. All he really knew was that she was a really cute girl. She could be really young, like fifteen, and look like an eighteen year old. "I'm twenty-three," he added, resting his arms on the table. His dark eyes looked straight into hers as he awaited her answer, waiting for her dazling voice.
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Post by GREYtheFLAILER on Nov 29, 2009 0:03:03 GMT -5
Fransisca Alazne
She waited for him to order, then asked for a cofee also. Before answering his question.
"I'm eighteen, almost nineteen. "
She said, as the waiter came and place their drinks before them. She put both hands around the steaming cup, liking the warmth. She sighed happily, and took a sip.
"Yeah, I have a feeling you might ask, so I'll just go ahead and tell you. Umm.. My parents passed away when I was thirteen, so I was forced to live alone. I went to school after I worked up as much money as I could, while staying at shelters and friends houses. Then, I grew and got a job, and moved a few times, pretty normal.. Then I ended up here. That's basically my life story. Now, your turn."
She said softly, giving a waek smile, then lookign down at her coffee.
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Post by Silverheart on Nov 29, 2009 0:21:26 GMT -5
Jacob looked at her. He took a sip of his coffee. He sighed. "My mom died in a car crash when I was thirteen. I lived with my dad, and went to school like any normal kid, but when I was Twenty, my dad was murdered. I don't know by who or by what, though. Now I'm here, living a new life," he replied, giving her a small smile. He took another sip of his coffee and looked around the coffee shop. "So, what are some of your hobbies?" he asked, looking back at the blonde sitting infront of him.
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Post by GREYtheFLAILER on Nov 29, 2009 0:26:47 GMT -5
Fransisca Alazne
Fransisca looked up at him, her face filled with sorrow.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring up... yeah.."
She said, then he changed the subject. Her hobbies, Nice.
"Well, I like long romantci walks along the beach, going to greek resteraunts, and caoning in the moolight."
She said, laughing, she wondered what his reacction would be if she was like a person from one of those dating sites.
"I'm just kidding. I like to horseback ride, oh, I also love to draw and paint. Swimming is fun to, sports in general are fun, except golf, I can't stand golf."
She said, letitng her head rest on both of her hands.
"And you?"
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Post by Silverheart on Nov 29, 2009 11:22:28 GMT -5
Jacob gave her a weird look at what he first heard, but when she said she was joking he gave a small smile. "I sing, play guitar, taking walks through forest, and play football," he replied. "Although I'm not sure I can take walks in the forest anymore, you know since there are wolves. I wouldn't mind if I saw one, but they do occansionally attack," he said, chuckling. He was told to stay away from the forest because of the wolves, but he always went to the edge. He never saw any wolves, which made him guess they were further back, deeper into the forest.
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Post by GREYtheFLAILER on Nov 29, 2009 14:06:17 GMT -5
Fransisca Alazne
Fransisca smiled happily at him.
"You seem like quite a talented person."
He said softly, then took a sip of her burnign coffee. It was reallt that, burning. Her brow furrowed and she took the cup from her lips emediately. Fransisca held her hand to her mouth, and looked towrads him embarrassed.
"Sorry.. It's hot."
She said, smiling sheepishly, then setting the coffee down and glaring at it for second. She wanted to plot against the evil coffee, so she could embarras it infront of a cute male coffee cup. Jeeze, was she goign insane? Seemed liek it.. But mabe he didn't notice.. Gulp.
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Post by Silverheart on Nov 29, 2009 14:11:54 GMT -5
Jacob chuckled a bit. "I guess you could say I'm talented," he said. He then gave her a small smile when she covered her mouth. "It's fine. It happens all the time," he said. He noticed her glaring at the coffee cup, but didn't say anything. "So what kind of music do you listen to?" he asked, taking a sip of his coffee. Yeah, it was hot, but he didn't seem to mind. His dark eyes looked around the small coffee shop, awaiting her answer.
Suddenly, he felt eyes boring into him. He glanced at the person, but shrugged it off and looked back at Fransisca.
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Post by GREYtheFLAILER on Nov 29, 2009 14:18:09 GMT -5
Fransisca Alazne
Fransisca smiled at him, she liked music.
"Well, I like lots of music, but I'm not really into the hardcore rock thing, you?"
She asked, folding her hands i her lap. She thne noticed Jacob turn around, to see some creeper staring at him, no.. Mor e liek glaring. What was going on?
She waited until the person walked along, after she glared at him annoyed. She was sweet yes, but still, her glare scared most.
"Why was that man giving you a dirty look?"
She whispered. What was with these people.. Liek Jeeze!
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Post by Silverheart on Nov 29, 2009 14:39:08 GMT -5
"People don't like me. They think I'm a trouble maker just by the way I look. Also because I like wolves. Many people here are scared of them," Jacob explained, looking at Fransisca. He didn't seemed bothered by it. Instead he seemed kind of happy he was hated. The reason for that was because now he was different.
"Now, back to the question," he began. "I like all types, some hard rock, but mostly stuff like Jason Maraz and 3 Doors Down," he replied, looking down at the table now. "I listen to Disturbed, also," he added. Disturbed was a good band, but it was inthe genre of Hard Alternative.
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Post by GREYtheFLAILER on Nov 29, 2009 14:48:48 GMT -5
Fransisca Alazne
Fransisca frowned at his explanation.
"That's unfair, some people are so insensitive."
She said, lookign around a little. SO what if he liked wolves? She did too! And, she surely did think he looked liek a trouble maker, not even close. SHe then listened as he spoke about music.
"Thats cool. So, you said you play guitar and sing... You shoudl play for me sometime."
She said, wiking before taking a slow sip of coffee. No longer hot, good. Dang coffee. A light drizzle started outside and she sighed. She then glanced at her watch. almost five O'Clock. Nice, they had been here for a while. She should really get packing though. Dang it.
"Listen, I'm having the greaest time, but I really shoudl get un-packing. If I don't get it done soon I'll probably end up going insane."
She said, a smile on her sweet face.
"Like I said, you're welcome to come and hang out, you don't have to help. I could just use the company."
He said, but she did need to get it done.
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Post by Silverheart on Nov 29, 2009 15:22:35 GMT -5
Jacob nodded. He had already finished his coffee. He paid for both coffees. "Well when do you want me to come over?" he asked. He could go over that day if she wanted him to, but it would be rude to ask to go over to someone elses place. He got up and helped her up. He then looked out the window. "Drizzling out, huh?" he muttered to himself.
"If you don't have a way home, I can drive you. My truck is just outside," he added, looking at the blonde next to him. His dark eyes were practically begging to spend a little bit more time with her, but if he couldn't, then that was fine.
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Post by GREYtheFLAILER on Nov 29, 2009 15:36:23 GMT -5
Fransisca Alazne
Fransisca smiled at him happily, seeing the longing in his eyes.
"Yeah, I did take the bus here, so I woudl really liek it if you coudl drive me... And it woudl be great if you wheren't busy now, like I woudl love you to join me. I just need to get it done."
She said, ketting him help her up. His grip was tender and warm. She smiled then, but.. differently than before. It held a tint of loving and tenderness. She then walked outside with him and spoke.
"Oh, and thanks again for that, I had fun."
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Post by Silverheart on Nov 29, 2009 16:48:01 GMT -5
Jacob smiled a bit. "No problem. I had fun, too," he said, walking out side. Once outside, he walked to his truck and unlocked the door. It was a nice, black truck. He unlocked the door and opened the dorr for Fransisca. Inside, the truck was leather on the inside and it had a GPS on the console. Once the blonde got in the truck, he closed the door and then went to the other side. He got in and started it up. Putting the car in reverse, he looked back and began backing out. He then began driving on the road. "So? What do you want to talk about?" he asked.
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Post by GREYtheFLAILER on Nov 29, 2009 20:34:46 GMT -5
Fransisca Alazne
Fransisca got in happily, taking in the nice interior of the black truck. What did she want to talk about? Hmm..
"Hows about jobs? Do you do anythign for a living?"
She asked, turning in her seat to look up at him, her smile interested, her eyebrows raised questionigly. She did up her seat belt, and let her arm rest on the arm rest, her hand dangling off the edge a little.
"I have been working at the general store a little, and doing volenteer work.. But, I really want to get a degree to become a pharmasist. I don't really knwo why though, mabe just helping people..?
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Akame 
John