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Post by Gwynne Windover on Apr 2, 2008 18:16:27 GMT -5
Gwynne pushed open the door, heading into the little soda shop. She grinned widely at the place, feeling comfortable in the new environment. Beaming, she strolled to an empty booth, sliding into the seat and peering around it at the old fashioned candy dispensers. Quickly she wondered whether to get herself some. In the end quickly got up, trotted to it and inserted a quarter, scooping out the little candies. She popped one into her mouth, crunching down on it with satisfaction. Gwynne returned to her seat and wondered whether to motion for the waitress or just wait. Quickly settled for the latter and she leaned on the table, still eating the candy.
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Post by Nathan Lockwood on Apr 2, 2008 18:35:48 GMT -5
Nathan was strolling down the sidewalk with the hood of his sweater up. The wind was whistling around him causing him to shiver. That was a bit odd for Nathan. He rarely got cold, which explained the sweater he was wearing in weather that a jacket was clearly necessary. The beating of his feet against the pavement quickened slightly. Nathan didn't particularly like being cold, though it rarely happened. His gaze shifted from the ground ahead of him to the shop and buildings he was passing. None of them were right for him to just go in and sit for a while. Woman's clothing stores, Candy shops, office buildings. Those wouldn't work.
Finally Nathan approached Pop's Soda Shop. He stood in front of it and stared for a while. The fifties style wasn't something he was looking forward to. The thought of the overly-perky waitresses nearly sent a shudder down his back, but he managed to control it. Finally he took a breath and placed his hand on the cool metal door handle and entered the diner. Nathan glanced around the inside of the building blinking. It's not..too bad he thought to himself and sat down at the nearest table.
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Post by Gwynne Windover on Apr 2, 2008 18:48:44 GMT -5
Gwynne heard the door jangle as it opened. She blinked and peered over the top of her rose red seat, spotting the newcomer. She pursed her lips, blinked then looked up as a waitress in bubblegum pink with a white apron sidled over.
"And what can I get you?" She smiled, revealing perfect white teeth and blue gum mashed between her molars. Gwynne couldn't help it as one eye half hidden behind her hair twitched slightly.
"I'd like.. a root beer float, pleases and thank-yous," beamed Gwynne, a sugary sweet smile plastered across her face.
The waitress nodded, shaking her bottom as she departed towards the counter. Gwynne sighed and sunk deep into the chair, glad the peppy waitress had gone. She came upon the conclusion that if she were to stay in the same room with that girl for more than ten minutes, she'd go crazy. Probably need a wig afterwards from all the hair-tearing. Gwynne amused herself with these thoughts as the waitress returned and settled the glass upon the table.
After a drawn out one sided conversation, the girl left again, leaving Gwynne in harmonious peace. She sighed and looked back over at the guy sitting alone. She eyed his sweater, pants, shoes, hair, and face in general. Bunching her lips to the side, Gwynne picked up one of her little candies and tossed it at him.
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Post by Nathan Lockwood on Apr 2, 2008 19:30:49 GMT -5
Nathan's face was turned toward the clean white table-top, his hands in his pockets. He heard the loud chatter of the waitresses coming from the kitchen wondering if anyone ever complained to them about the distracting noise they made. He wasn't bothered by it, but some people must be. He glanced at the counter and silently hoped that a waitress wouldn't come to his table any time soon. He wasn't in the mood to order anything, but would have to if he wanted to stay inside the building.
Suddenly he felt something small hit his shoulder. Nathan glanced at his shoulder then looked at the black and white tiled floor where a small round candy was resting and raised an eyebrow. He raised his gaze to see Gwynne sitting at a nearby table. That was strange. Nathan had thought he was the only one in the diner besides the staff members. He wondered why he hadn't noticed the girl sitting there, then he pushed those thoughts aside and narrowed his eyes and turned back to his original position.
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Post by Gwynne Windover on Apr 2, 2008 19:53:58 GMT -5
Her lips a flat determined line, Gwynne flicked another candy at him before turning and taking a gentle sip of her rootbeer float. She wasn't one to give up that easily, and she wanted to see him say 'hello' at least. If worst came to worst, she thought about sending the waitress out to flirt with him. He didn't seem the type to like that.
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Post by Nathan Lockwood on Apr 2, 2008 20:11:43 GMT -5
He was almost positive that wasn't going to be the last irritating thing the girl wouldn't do while he was sitting here. If she had the nerve to flick a candy at him once, she would definitely have the nerve to do it again. When he felt the second candy hit his arm he knew his prediction was correct. He looked down at the candy which had landed on the table-top this time. After a moment of stillness he slowly picked the candy up and turned to look at Gwynne. Without hesitation, he flicked the candy at her. This wasn't a normal move for Nathan, he was usually too shy for such things, but this girl was getting annoying, and attention was probably what she was looking for.
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Post by Gwynne Windover on Apr 2, 2008 20:18:59 GMT -5
Gwynne drew away from the float and tilted back her head in time to watch her earlier flicked candy piece land with a little dollop in her root beer. She stared at it for a moment then turned to look at Nathan. Grinning slightly, she put on a mask of incredulity.
"At last, a response," she said, raising an arched eyebrow. "I was even thinking of getting the waitress on you."
Using her straw, she suction-cupped the candy to the bottom, raising it and dropping it into her palm. Quickly she popped it into her mouth and looked back at Nathan, raising her arm and resting it on the back of her chair.
Normally she wouldn't have done an act like that, annoying somebody in public and somebody she'd never met no less. But he seemed a dull and low person, so Gwynne wanted to take a test run. She fiddled with the zipper of her green and white stripped hoodie, a bright yellow shirt half visible underneath and a black rope necklace with a pink tinted stone dangling from her neck. She pushed her green converse clad feet against the base of the booth, wearing dark, slightly flared, jeans that fit her nicely.
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Post by Nathan Lockwood on Apr 2, 2008 20:43:49 GMT -5
Nathan was still turned toward her, his hands now resting casually on his lap. He raised his eyebrows.
"The waitress. Lovely." He replied, his voice heavy with sarcasm. Anything as preppy as the waitresses here were sure to drive a person insane, he wondered why anyone would enjoy to be here. He broke their eye contact and his dark gaze returned to the ground, a natural gesture from him, leaning sideways against the back of the chair.
The hood of his dark gray sweater was still up, but the sweater itself remained unzippered as usual. Underneath the sweater was a slightly lighter gray graphic t-shirt that fit loosely on him. Naturally he was quite thin, so most of his clothing was baggy on him. On his lower half he was wearing plain black skinny jeans and dark skateboard shoes with a red stripe, which was pretty much the only colour in his entire outfit.
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Post by Gwynne Windover on Apr 2, 2008 20:49:02 GMT -5
The corner of Gwynne's mouth twitched in amusement. "I couldn't agree with you more."
She noted the lack of food or drink at his table and blinked. He seemed thin, so why wasn't he eating? Gesturing at the diner widely, she inquired, "And why haven't you gotten anything?"
Gwynne expected nothing more than a shrug, a blank stare or perhaps a noncommittal mutter. A lot of the guys like Nathan usually did that, and Gwynne was no stranger. She only hoped that he would lighten up a bit. Wondering if something happened, like a change in love life for the worse, Gwynne raised her eyebrows innocently, having a cheesy grin on her face.
"But it does look like you could use the company of that waitress anyway."
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Post by Nathan Lockwood on Apr 2, 2008 21:07:53 GMT -5
Nathan shrugged then looked back at her. "I'm not hungry I suppose. I prefer not to gorge myself with food when I don't need it," was his response. He found himself talking more than he usually did, perhaps he was beginning to overcome his quiet life-style? That seemed strange to him. He lifted one arm and rested it on top of the table, the other remaining on his lap.
At her comment about the waitress his lips curved into a small, amused smile. "I'd..rather not." he said, the heel of his foot now resting against the horizontal bar under the chair.
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Post by Gwynne Windover on Apr 2, 2008 21:17:19 GMT -5
Gwynne rolled her eyes good-naturedly, now fiddling with the straw of her root beer float. She knew the logic of Nathan's words, but why not give yourself a little something as a treat once in awhile? She brushed back a lock of hair from her eyesight and blinked at Nathan, grinning.
"I'm sure it'd be fun. At least she'd enjoy your," she searched for a word briefly, gesturing lightly with the hand not fiddling with anything. "Presence."
Gwynne let a brief lazy sigh escape from her lips. She saw Nathan as the type to not realize their potential, when he could be out there doing what he loved without being critisized. Gwynne felt a sudden pang to do just that. She didn't want to be judged and left out of everything she enjoyed. Even if the majority of her hobbies were for mostly one person, Gwynne thought she could come to enjoy some company if someone like her were to join in and go out there, face the world and do what they wanted.
She supposed that was why she was such a rebel as people labeled her. She chewed the inside of her lip then turned her attention to Nathan for his response.
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Post by Nathan Lockwood on Apr 2, 2008 21:29:22 GMT -5
"Presence. Wow, that's flattering," Nathan rolled his eyes, but was smiling as he did so. He found this girl amusing, which was a first. Nathan rarely found anyone humourous in particular, but this girl stood out. Suddenly he realized that he was repeatedly labeling Gwynne "this girl" in his thoughts, for the simple reason that he didn't know her name. He looked at her.
"I didn't seem to catch your name." he said, hinting he wanted her to introduce herself. Nathan wasn't exactly the type of person who asked questions, he tried to put things in comment form as often as he could, of course, he rarely spoke at all. Nathan's gaze had traveled to the floor once more, he looked back up at her, hoping she would tell him who she was.
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Post by Gwynne Windover on Apr 2, 2008 21:36:51 GMT -5
Gwynne bit the inside of her lip, stopping herself from chortling. She got up from her spot at the booth, picking up her rootbeer float and walked over to Nathan. She slid into the spot opposite him, putting her drink down.
"I'm Gwynne," she said. "Gwynne Windover. And I don't think I caught your name either."
She could tell that her irritating nature had got him to loosen up, which she was pleased about. Gwynne took a small and casual sip of her float, and patiently waited for his name. From what she gathered of this short conversation, she believed Nathan to be a good guy, and a good friend if he were to open himself up to the world. People take time to change, she thought absently to herself.
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Post by Nathan Lockwood on Apr 2, 2008 22:08:09 GMT -5
Nathan watched her sit down in the seat in front of him and smiled.
"Well it's nice to meet you Gwynne, I'm Nathan Lockwood." He said casually, and it was true. It WAS nice to meet her, he could see himself becoming friends with her in the future. For a moment he froze.
Friends. his childhood definition of a friend drifted back to his mind [/i]'Someone you share all your secrets with' he recited in his mind. He had never really had a true friend. Acquaintances, people he sometimes hung out with, sure. But he has no one that he actually considered a friend before. His secrets had always remained to himself. Stupid secrets. They were holding him back. Eventually Nathan found himself getting too caught up in his thoughts.
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Post by Gwynne Windover on Apr 3, 2008 13:47:19 GMT -5
Gwynne smiled happily, then jutted her chin out, eyebrows raised and lips bunched together. She blinked her mascara combed eyelashes, wondering what was wrong with Nathan. She was a bit confused by his sudden rigidness and tilted her head as his eyes lost their focus, as what should happen when somebody drifts off into their own land.
"...Nathan?" Gwynne drew out his name questioningly. "Are you okay?"
Briefly she wondered if he did that often, totally ditching the conversation to daydream. Well, thought Gwynne, I can't really put that against him. After all, I do that to the teacher all the time. Leaning over, she took a sip of her root beer float.
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