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Post by bel on Apr 4, 2010 18:16:22 GMT -5
Adventure could hardly be considered the word to use for her current circumstances. She lived alone, in an apartment near the edge of town with no one but her hideously adorable mutt of a bulldog. Moving here had been something else, though. It’d been a long roadtrip in a rental car where not only her pup hung its head out the window, but she did, too. Albeit only briefly, “Its been alright,” she confesses, “Not exactly what I’d call an adventure,” her nose wrinkles with a quick shake to that pretty head of hers.
It’s Miss Annabel Lee’s turn to listen this time around, and the small girl tongues that cigarette toward the corner of her mouth and slender arms cross before her chest for a short moment. Her face tips to peer upon Elliot’s own features. A mountain guide? She hadn’t exactly expected that one.
Then again, she was naught more than a Kindergarten teacher. A babysitter with a college diploma. Annabel didn’t so much mind her prior duties, but it certainly didn’t make for the bustling social life she’d had when she was younger, and despite her outgoing personality, she met far less people than she would have had she opted to be a bar tender at some night club, or a desk clerk at some office. Both of which would probably better utilize those civics classes she was forced to take.
That’s life though.
“A mountain guide?” Bel questions with a lift to her brow. It was a skeptical sort of look to say the least of it. “Bullshit,” she dares thereafter with a knit to her brows. Unique people worth learning about seemed to be few and far between, and needless to say Annabel wasn’t so sure that finding someone so unique and interesting was even possible anymore. Still, Bel offers up a sweet, if not subtle, sort of smile to stave off any sort of offense her accusation may have brought on.
“I could have made fast food back in Boston,” Bel argues with a wrinkle to the bridge of her nose, and a purse to her mouth upon that cigarette. But she hadn’t stayed in Boston for a reason - even in a large city it was difficult to avoid an ex-boyfriend, and even moreso when you worked with them. Her shoulder lifts with a lazy shrug as she takes another drag from that cigarette. She wasn’t too worried about finding a place to work. At least not yet.
“Ar and Ar,” Annabel Lee echoes, “Have you been to the beach yet?” she questions with a widening grin, more for the fact that she lived near the shoreline than whether or not she actually cared about how well his vacation was going.
Perverted? A slight.
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Post by elliot on Apr 6, 2010 18:51:19 GMT -5
"Why's that so hard to believe?" He questions with brows lifting. "You're not very open minded, Annabel," he says with a sarcastic drawl to his tone of voice. Her sweet smile was taken with a grain of salt though. He wasn't so very sure whether or not she was playing with him or not. She could be. Maybe she didn't mean any semblance of offense. Although, to be fair, he didn't really care either way. He looks ahead of them and lifts one shoulder within a shrug of dismissal. "You'll be surprised by what tourists will pay to see," he says suddenly. Wasn't that the truth! All throughout the year men and women paid to see the homelands of fallen kings and religious figures. They sought to climb the tallest of mountains and brave the more daring of forests and wilds. They needed men like Elliot to lead them to and fro; men who knew such places like the backs of their hands. They needed men like him to live the life of adventure to assure them they'll be safe. "You could have," he says, "but you didn't." That's what made her different from ninety-nine-percent of the world's population. He hardly knew her but he could tell she wasn't one to sit idly by like some doormat and be walked all over by life. She got up and moved. She made motions and the world gave way to let her past. She didn't take shit and he liked that about her to be quite honest. "No," he reluctantly confesses. "Is that an invitation?" He asks with a grin. All the while the cafe drew closer and he was opening that door. What a Gentleman!
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Post by bel on Apr 6, 2010 21:11:12 GMT -5
Her shoulders lift and a grin crosses that soft mouth of hers, “I suppose I believe you,” Annabel cedes with a crinkle to her nose, “Someone needs to do it, I guess. It’s just strange,” she reasons, and pauses for a moment to inhale another breath of that menthol cigarette before she flicks such toward the ground, and crushes it with her next step. “It’s like seeing a teacher in public. It’s weird, because you don’t realize that these people have lives outside school,” at least it felt like that at the moment. Why should mountain guides simply exist upon mountain tops? It’s not as though they were hermits, or wise men!
“On that note,” Annabel sighs, pushing the smoke from her lungs, “I’m a teacher,” she confesses and purses that soft mouth of hers, “Was,” she restates thereafter, before giving a dismissive sort of flap to her hand, and a quick shake to her pretty head.
Though she had the beach to talk about to. To promote and sell, though she does none of this and simply lifts her shoulder in reply. “Maybe it is,” she utters in reply, “Though we can save that for our second date,” Annabel teases with another broadening smile. It’s obvious that Miss Courcel amused herself. And quite thoroughly, to boot! Her back nudges upon that open doorway and the small girl delivers a quick wink before bouncing within.
“You’re cute,” she compliments suddenly. Eyeing him from the otherside of that doorway, between that accent, and those manners, who could blame her for finding him attractive! Still, her smile is shameless, few girls were this blunt. At least sober.
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Post by elliot on Apr 6, 2010 22:04:47 GMT -5
"I didn't realize that teachers had lives outside of school!" He chirrups with sarcasm and a grin that accentuates such. It pulls at the corners of his mouth, even. What she admitted next, though, wasn't something he had expected. Who would have thought this sharp witted woman was a teacher? Then again, when he thought about it, it made sense; that, and the fact that she had that motherly instinct that forced her to clean his marked cheek earlier. Ah, well. ...was though... She moved on like most would. He moved on too. It's what happens. Maybe she was attempting to find herself as he was? It's possible that the two had a lot in common or maybe that they didn't. Maybe he needed to stop looking so far into things and simply let it be; after all, he got into enough trouble as is and he certainly didn't want any more. "If I survive this when then I'll take you up on the offer," he says suddenly and rather playfully at that. It wasn't long until they were entering the small cafe though. It's not a Starbucks but definitely nothing horrid. It had a semblance of class to the air that holds to a bit of sophistication but certainly not out of way to the point of seeming smug as compared to others. He's following at her heels thereafter only to wrinkle his nose at her compliment. "Me?" He asks dumbly and smiles somewhat. "I'm sure you're mistaken," he says with gleaming eyes. "You aren't too bad yourself, though," he murmurs and lets go of the door whilst stepping within; the door falling shut as the bell chimes faintly. His hand reflexively lifts to the small of her back as he nudges her forth toward an empty table near a window. It wasn't long until he's drawing back a chair for her, and when she does take her seat, he takes up his own and removes his messenger bag only to set such upon the window sill with a sigh of relief. "So, why aren't you a teacher anymore?"
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Post by bel on Apr 6, 2010 22:35:19 GMT -5
“Survive?” Annabel questions with a lift to her delicately plucked brows, “Don’t speak so rudely, Elliot, I’m still here, you know,” she reminds him with a purse to her soft mouth, simply doing her best to bite back a widening grin. Still, she manages a look that’s nothing, if not teasing, that smile finally tearing her lips to part in a wide and satisfied sort of grin.
“You.” she confirms thereafter, though the small girl simply motions onwards and closer to a desired table. That same smile was still upon her lips, and gleaming within those green eyes of hers.
She finds herself taking a seat, though not without his assistance. He was truly too good to be true. There had to be something wrong with him. Perhaps he was bad in bed, or something of the sort. Still, no one man was ever this attractive, and well mannered without some sort of a flaw. So she settled with the belief that he was probably a little lacking in the sack. Though even that could be improved upon, no? “Thank you,” Annabel murmurs, none the less, lifting her purse overhead and simply settling such upon the tabletop before her.
But why wasn’t she a teacher anymore? Well, that was sort of personal, now wasn’t it? Her brows knit, and her chin settles within her palm as she settles her elbow toward the lip of that table. “I, ah, got fuckin’ canned,” Annabel utters with a knit to her brows. She shifts within her seat and her free hand plucks at the strap of her purse, “Though not for anything I should have,” Bel rectifies quickly. “I was dating the principal of the school, and when I decided he wasn’t treating me well enough he threatened to fire me,” her nose wrinkles, “And I decided I didn’t give a fuck about what he had to say anymore. So I left.”
Annabel never was much for being controlled.
“Now I’ve got a new apartment on the beach, a nice severance package, a puppy to keep me company, and a lot of free time on my hands.”
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