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Post by The Sidhe on Jul 4, 2014 17:21:47 GMT -5
Their destination was the suburbs of Death City’s residential area. The Yilmaz residence didn’t exactly stand out, most of the neighborhood consisting of the same two story house and floor plan simply rotated at various angles to keep things different. Off-white siding with a completely white roof to reflect the laughing sun’s rays. The painstakingly gardened front yard was a testament to his mother’s love of anything plantlike. Cacti gathered in the front left corner, pansies and irises moving inward towards the porch. The right side mirrored the left, smaller dahlia flowers lining the pathway leading up to a small set of steps. The porch was just large enough for a rocking chair and a small table. Inside, still hidden, was a very worried Aslan.
This was all terribly embarrassing.
Aslan really hadn’t thought things through at all. Calling in a couple of NOT students was bad enough, but then realizing that Bianca would likely see them and worry since she lived right next door had sent him into a panic. Running his hand through short but thoroughly messy brown hair, Aslan paced the floor of his living room. What if she showed up to see if everything was alright? What would he say then? Oh nothing, just trying to find a way to ask you out because I’m a complete and total moron?
He sighed and paused, falling heavy into an overstuffed armchair. This was absolutely ridiculous. He was smarter than this, why couldn’t he just figure it out on his own? Probably because you can’t so much as look at her without grinning like a fool and having your tongue tie itself in knots. Yeah, that was probably it. Aslan nervously pushed his glasses further up his nose, dark eyes staring up at the hanging lights glass lights of the high ceiling. He had tried to get rid of some of his nerves earlier that morning by taking a jog around the neighborhood. All he'd succeeded in doing was tiring himself out and letting the sun further tan his already dark skin. At least Aslan had managed to keep his head together to shower and change into battered jeans and a white tank top so he looked vaguely presentable.
Asking NOT students, his own age, who may or may not know what they were doing for help. Somehow this seemed not only like a shot in the dark but also a surefire way to screw himself over. He had been psyching himself up for weeks to just tell her and get it over with. But every time he tried to tell her, something happened. The bell rang at school, a soccer ball hit him in the head, one of their other friends showed up, traffic got loud, or he just got distracted by how gorgeous her eyes were and froze up when she looked at him.
Dragging his hands slowly down his face, Aslan glanced at the clock. They would be here soon. Taking a deep breath he managed to force himself upright and standing. He just had to hold out hope that they could help him since he obviously couldn’t help himself. He was incapable of communicating his feelings, soft spoken to begin with, and terrified of losing his best friend. It was plain ridiculous to him. He was built for the football team he was captain of, tall and muscular, and completely fine with taking physical hits. But the threat of a broken heart and losing a life long friend scared him half to death. Aslan realized his hands were shaking and shook his head. He really was hopeless when it came to Bianca.
Aslan ran a hand through his hair and started to pace again. He hoped to Death that whoever these NOT students turned out to be would be able to help.
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Post by Jo Workmann on Jul 8, 2014 11:21:46 GMT -5
First mission!
Jo was excited, though oddly so. Their mission objective was to help the guy get the girl. She hadn’t quite gotten why this was so pressing. Or why Elias cared so much about this particular one. But a mission just sounded so great to take! Besides. The way Elias seemed so fixated on this one, she wasn’t going to get much else done. Another thing… it really seemed like it was between this and helping find some lost animal. so….. might as well please her blond companion.
Residential area. They were directed to meet up with… um…. a boy. Some kid. Who had a name that she didn’t remember. Oh well. Walking down the sidewalk, hands in her pockets, she took a glance to her now official partner. Elias the demon fan. Lord of funny words and looking uncomfortable and irritated with her. Ha.
“Who are we assisting again?”
A light grin played at the woman’s lips, but she was certainly serious about her question. Jo forgot the boy’s name almost instantly. She just needed to know where to go! Once she knew the location, all else just sort of faded away. All these similar houses. They could be quite confusing to some people, but this was more or less how home had been set up. Maybe not how these specific houses looked, but the block over all looked the same. Different houses, different colors, same basic floorplan. People usually distinguished by either the color of the place, or the car they owned. Seeing as her father worked on the cars, the Workmann family often knew everyone by vehicle… She never quite thought about how odd that may be.
But here they were. White-ish house. Lots of plants. The young meister wondered if that was a female thing, if mothers did that. There was certainly no plant life anywhere near her house back home. Thinking about it was laughable. Not hesitating in any steps or movements, she walked right through the front yard. Along the pathway and somehow managing to avoid destroying the flowers lining the ground with her feet. Jo hadn’t been at the door for more than a fourth of a second before she rapped on it. Right hand had been pulled from her pocket the moment her foot hit the porch, her knuckles met the doorway multiple times, a solid knocking sound occurring.
Not an ounce of worry came from the female. Nothing but confidence spilling from her. Today was like any other day for her. Go do what she wanted to get done. Come away having accomplished her tasks. Same get-up as always, Jo was sporting her normal denim, black buckled shirt, and red and white leather jacket. Still a hot choice of clothing for the desert, but she had a hard time changing her consistencies, however few they may be.
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Post by Elias Larenz on Jul 8, 2014 19:19:49 GMT -5
Now, this was a rather nice change of pace, wasn’t it? Being outside was not something Elias did in frequent. It was difficult with him being so prone to overheating. The outdoors were lovely! Elias could truly appreciate it more than most; as being apart does make the heart grow fonder. Sure, he wouldn’t be outside for long, but still. And even if he would be, he now had a meister partner. Should the heat get so bad he could hear his own heart beating or the like, he could just transform into weapon form! But, Elias hadn’t the time to be too excited about the fact he was now able to spend some time outside. Not yet, anyway. For the task at hand was far too important to be ignored.
Jo had been kind enough to let Elias pick out the first mission they went on. Probably less because she wished him to feel like he wasn’t being pushed around, but rather because she thought the same thing he did. Most NOT missions were rather frivolous. While the one stars were chasing kishins, those of the NOT class were chasing chickens. Of course, the keyword in that sentence was ‘most’. For this particular mission held rather great purpose. Alas, it was a purpose Jo probably didn’t comprehend. She didn’t seem the type. Or maybe she was?
The answer to that question was cemented as a big ‘no’ when the girl spoke up. As she did, an audible noise of annoyance came from Elias’ mouth, followed by him tensing up slightly. ”She doesn’t even remember the name?! Tsk. Some people really don’t see the importance of romance anymore. Tis a dying art, I suppose.” As Elias thought this, he forced himself to loosen up. Jo was smiling. She was obviously toying with him. Of course, Elias couldn’t rid his voice of annoyance completely, and a vague german accent clung to his words. ”A boy named Aslan Yilmaz. Didn’t I tell you not to forget the name? I know nothing of the layout of the residences besides my own.”
Eventually, the two made it to the boy’s residence. Nicely kept place. There was a rather nice garden. The whole house was rather nice, to be quite honest. It was very reminiscent of a typical suburb home. Elias was not really familiar with the sort; being from the capital of Germany and all. Jo had knocked on the door. Rather loudly. Hopefully she didn’t intimidate the boy by her confident expression, rude tongue, and even possibly the outfit she was wearing. It seemed a bit warm for the desert, no? Elias wouldn't know, but it wasn't like he was much better. He was wearing his normal outfit. Light red jacket over grey button up shirt, grey gloves and boots, and black pants. Also probably too hot for the desert, but it was better than enabling people to note how hot his skin was. Or note how visible his veins tended to be. Not that that stopped the blushing. His face was rather flushed. Annoying. It was the girl - Bianca Whittaker, right? - who was supposed to be blushing. Not him.
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Post by The Sidhe on Jul 9, 2014 14:51:34 GMT -5
Aslan nearly jumped out of his skin at the rapping on the door. Letting out a long breath, he pinched the bridge of his nose, glasses lifting up closer to his eyebrows in the process. Calm down, he told himself, they’re here to help an if you start freaking out right away nothing’s going to get done. Taking a deep breath, Aslan deviated from where he’d been slowly pacing a ditch in the living room floor and moved to meet the team. He wasn’t sure what to expect, not that he was really one to judge people off looks alone. He didn’t care what they looked like if they could help him.
Opening the door, Aslan blinked at the two standing on the porch. Both blonde, both looking entirely different based on what he could see but again, he could be wrong. He wouldn’t really know what to expect until they started speaking. Opening the door more fully he managed to give them a gentle albeit somewhat nervous smile. “Good morning. I’m Aslan, but you probably already know that.” For someone so large, Aslan was surprisingly soft-spoken, possessing a voice as gentle as his smile, a vague Turkish accent clinging to his syllables. Stepping aside, he held the door open for the team, “Please, come in.”
The temperature change from the Nevada sun to inside the house was clear, air conditioning likely a godsend. The inside of the Yilmaz residence could only be described as immaculate. There wasn’t a spot of dirt or dust anywhere, whether it be the muted red walls or the polished wood floors, but other than that it was your average middle-class suburban home. A small foyer with the stairs leading to the second floor clearly visible with white railings. To the left led into the study, but Aslan led the team to the right towards the living room.
On the far wall was an entirely useless fireplace, not just because they were in Death City but also because in place of an open space for kindling there was a stone wall making it impossible to burn anything. It was more for show than anything else. On the mantle was an extensive collection of family photos that told easily that Aslan had an older sister and that they both took after their mother in terms of bronzed skin and dark eyes. Their father appeared to be from somewhere far north of where their mother was from. Among them, though were two repeat strangers. Other family members came and went, but his sister was shown repeatedly with a young woman her age. A side by side picture showed them together in one frame and then showed his sister holding a battle axe in the next told an obvious story. The other guest was likely Bianca, a tiny little thing that barely came up to Aslan’s chest. Long, wavy blue hair and grey doe-eyes with a shy smile save for the pictures she stood side by side with Aslan. How he wasn’t tipped off by the elated grin on her face was a mystery. With the photos of them ranging from when they were small children to present day, they had clearly known each other since childhood.
The rest of the living room held a central coffee table surrounded by a sofa and two arm chairs. Aslan slowly moved towards the one on the left, casting glances at the team as he went. “Thank you for coming,” he said as he fiddled with his glasses, “as embarrassing as this is, I do need help. I get so nervous trying to think of things on my own my brain just sort of…shuts down.” As honest as he could be. He could be around Bianca just fine, hiding his crush had become somewhat easier over the weeks. Even still, all the symptoms were there that made his head foggy. The rapid heartbeat, the blush he was thankful wasn’t as obvious given his skin tone, and of course how tongue-tied he’d become. Remembering manners nailed into his head since he was a kid, Aslan looked to the team and asked, “Oh, can I get you anything by the way?”
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Post by Jo Workmann on Jul 30, 2014 21:41:06 GMT -5
Aslan Yilmaz. Huh. How could she forget that one, it was such an odd name… Then again, here she was with a guy named Elias Larenz. This place was just so different than her hometown, Jo constantly wondered if she would ever become used to it. Oh well. For now she had to ignore Elias’ nagging with a smirk across her face. That boy couldn’t drag her down if he tried, and try he may.
Jo’s grin only widened as the door opened before them. This Aslan kid reminded her of her brothers! Each of her siblings were had a larger frame, fit as a fiddle, and…. wait. None of her family would be caught dead looking like they wanted to melt into the floor. That would surely invite torture and relentless teasing. The female’s chin lowered just slightly, joy in her expression being replaced by a more mischievous quality.
Even as the kid opened the door and invited them in, Jo didn’t take the time to thank him. Instead, she expressed ‘gratitude’ and ‘affection’ in her own way. Her right hand fisted and shooting out for a quick and mostly painless punch to Aslan’s chest, she spoke with a somewhat mocking tone as she moved past him to enter the house.
“Animals can smell fear.”
Chuckling at her own words, she let her attention slide away from him for the timebeing. Eyes darting around the home, she couldn’t believe it. This place was like something from a magazine or a cleaning commercial. No one lived like this. It wasn’t even possible, was it? The grin settled off her lips and her eyes widened to only add to her surprised expression. Flowers? Hospital clean? Man… this kid needed more help than he thought!
Shaking her head, the girl’s smile was soon replaced on her face and she suppressed her own laughter. She saw Aslan ushering them towards the living room. Needing no further invitation to get herself in a more comfortable position, she saw him head for an arm chair and she took the other. Of course, sitting like a magazine family child was not in her blood. Thankfully, Jo had decided not to throw herself into the chair like she did at home. Leaping bounds to claim territory before another took it… ‘Sitting’ in her proclaimed spot, Jo’s legs were hoisted over the one arm, her back pressing lightly into the opposite arm and her elbows raised to rest on it. Settled and comfortable.
In that moment, she remembered that maybe she should be paying attention to Elias. Not that anything bad should befall him, but he kind of reminded her of like… a small child or something. Should she pay attention and watch out for him? Inwardly shrugging, she decided he was doing just fine on his own. Aslan had started speaking again and Jo was quite sure Elias would be none too pleased if she didn’t pay attention.
Listening and trying to pay attention, Jo couldn’t find any reason why this wasn’t all silly. It was like those elementary school days… Give the girl a note, check if you do or don’t like someone. How hard was it to just blurt it out? This nervous thing was his problem! Not the girl! But, people were people. Jo had realized long ago that the outward thinking and doing Workmann blood in her was not held by everyone.
Then, something oh so precious caught her attention.
Can I get you anything by the way?
All the lovey dovey stuff put aside, Jo jolted up. Sitting with her ass actually in the seat now, her feet firmly on the floor, Jo was leaning forward.
“Do you guys have jerky? I haven’t had some since home.”
The excited tone could not be denied. Jo wanted jerky and the mere thought of it got her going.
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Post by Elias Larenz on Jul 31, 2014 17:22:51 GMT -5
The person who had come to the door was not someone Elias had been expecting. Normally people who were lacking in the self confidence department were lacking because they weren’t very attractive, right? Usually, for males, less attractive meant scrawny and this guy was the exact opposite of that. How odd. Why did he lack confidence in asking this girl out, then? Elias’ facial expressions only portrayed a slight amount of surprise and confusion. Aslan would probably miss it in his worried state, and Jo was Jo.
Regardless of being surprised by the boy’s appearance, Elias was quick to note other things about him too. He seemed nice enough, speaking with quite the soft voice. He also seemed nervous, though he had every right to be. It must have been quite the girl to get him to not only be this nervous about asking her out - something Elias never had any problem with - but had to get help to do so. He’d make sure not to tread on the boy’s toes, but he wasn’t exactly in full control of what Jo were to do.
”Yes, good morn-” Elias begun to respond with a smile, but was cut off when Jo opened her mouth. “Animals can smell fear”? What on earth did that mean?! Jo was certainly the odd girl, but even so her words were spoken in a somewhat mocking tone. She meant to mock someone who had employed them? That idiot. The girl then headed inside the house with these words. ”I apologize in advance for her.” Elias said with a grim expression as he stepped inside the house.
The house was rather nice. Nothing out of the ordinary. Despite his appearance, Aslan was shaping up to be quite the average guy. Good, that’d be easier to work with. Today might just be a long day, judging by how his partner was acting already. So, the quicker he could sort out this romance issue the better.
Jo was quick to sit in one of the two arm chairs that rested on either side of a coffee table, leaving Elias to awkwardly stand. How childish. And rude, too. She did not have permission to do such a thing, and it wasn’t like this was her house. Or, at least, Elias believed her actions to be rude. Truth be told he didn’t know. much in regards to etiquette while visiting someone else’s home. He recalled no lessons on the subject, and also hadn’t really ever been to someone else’s home before.
Elias shot the girl a look that she probably hadn’t noticed, then returned his attention to what Aslan was saying. He was offering to get them something? Quite the nice gesture, but Elias wasn’t sure whether it would be polite or not to take him up on that offer. Jo was, of course, quick to accept it. With how generally impolite she was, Elias inferred that asking for something would indeed be rude. ”Uhm, I’m quite good. How about we simply begin discussing the problem?”
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Post by The Sidhe on Aug 1, 2014 14:24:01 GMT -5
Aslan had hardly been put off by the team’s entry. If anything the girl reminded him of a few of his teammates. He only grinned at her remark and shrugged at the apologies from her partner. “Don’t worry about it,” he assured the blond boy, “I’m on the football team, I can take it.” The two seemed very different, and they only further proved that once they were inside. The girl certainly seemed rowdy in a way Aslan was familiar with. The boy on the other hand seemed much more…reserved? That didn’t sound quite right, but Aslan decided not to worry about it for now.
Aslan didn’t know what he expected in terms of requests if the team had any, but jerky hadn’t been high on his list. He gave her an apologetic glance. “Unfortunately we don’t.” If she had any reaction, her partner stole his attention away before Aslan could catch it. Yes, figuring out what exactly he should do to win Bianca’s heart was probably a good course of action since that was why they were there in the first place. Nodding to show his understanding, Aslan gave a moment’s thought to what exactly to say.
“Like I said, I have no idea what to do. Romance isn’t exactly my area of expertise. I’m made for sports and not much else.” Not entirely true given his high scores in math, but that wasn’t the point. Aslan turned his head to look over to the photos on the mantle before slowly approaching them. “It probably doesn’t help that I…” He paused, equal parts nervous and just embarrassed of how much of a mush Bianca could turn him into. He delicately picked up the most recent photo of them together. “I’m terrified that if I say something and she doesn’t feel the same I’ll lose her forever. We’ve known each other since we were little kids. It feels like this should be simple, but my nerves keep making me tongue tied.”
He held the frame in both hands, his previous look of apprehension replaced by unmistakable fondness. His expression softened entirely at the sight of Bianca, even if it was only a photograph. Turning back towards the team, he walked to the blond boy rather than the girl. Call it a hunch, but he seemed more the type to know what exactly Aslan should do in terms of suggestion. He held the picture out to him, still looking love struck at it. “That’s her.”
The top of Bianca’s head barely came up to Aslan’s collar bones. Her blue hair was pulled back tightly into a bun and she was clad in what was clearly a gymnastics uniform with a small gold medal hanging by a blue ribbon around her neck. Judging by the background being filled with tumbling mats and balance beams, it reinforced the idea that some sort of meet had just finished, and that Bianca had done well. Both of her pale hands were raised victoriously in the air, Aslan holding onto her with an arm around her and giving a thumbs up to go with the proud grin on his face. Bianca’s grey eyes were shining, but her smile and look of pure joy weren’t focused on her victory. She was very plainly beaming up at Aslan.
The boy truly was dense as bedrock.
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Post by Jo Workmann on Aug 2, 2014 14:48:45 GMT -5
Aslan’s reaction and words to Elias made her chuckle, but it was far too late to act further on any of that nonsense. She had moved on to other things. Looking at the house. Sitting down. Requesting lovely jerky. Sadly, there was none of the treat to be had. While she had been looking at Aslan with an excited expectation, her expression settled more into a unconcentrated grin as she shrugged and settled her back into the seat. Legs stretched out to the point of almost touching the table, butt far up on the seat, she was almost laying in the chair. Her arms were still up on the armrests, her fingers tapping lightly and incessantly on the furniture.
Her bum of a partner hadn’t requested anything. How could you turn down such an opportunity? But she guessed he was all business and no fun. Unless… this was his fun? He did seem quite excited about the mission. Aslan had started talking and Jo did her best to pay attention. As much as she didn’t really care if the guy got the girl or not, she really didn’t feel like dealing with an angry Elias if she decided to not help or pay attention. So, pay attention she would. For the most part, Aslan seemed to have a good head on his shoulders. Knew little of useless romance and dealt with sports. But there was that whole nervous thing. It crippled him so, she silently wondered what motivated him to play sports when he seemed so backward.
Rolling her eyes, she had watched as the guy got up and retrieved a picture. Jo hadn’t really noticed who happened to be in the photos, but she assumed by the love sick look that he had a picture of her in his hands. First thought that crossed her mind is that she wanted to snag that picture out of the kid’s hands when he held it out to Elias. It was just bug Elias so and that was amusing. But then she might have to say something helpful, and she really didn’t feel like messing in this whole love-dove thing.
Giving a moment or two for Elias to take and look at the picture, Jo continued on with her tapping her fingers against the chair she still ‘sat’ in. Elias better darn well have a plan that would work and not be stupid.
“Get him the girl Elias. You wanted to help with this silly stuff.”
While her words were mostly demeaning, as always, Jo never ceased grinning. She was teasing Elias for his odd taste and also mocking Aslan for being such a head over heels ball of nerves.
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Post by Elias Larenz on Aug 3, 2014 17:06:48 GMT -5
Aslan seemed to have taken Jo’s mockery well enough. That was good, at least. Honestly, Elias wouldn’t be too happy if they had failed their first mission due to the girl’s poor attitude. Elias would not be content with staying in the NOT class forever. After all, the missions (save this one) all were so trivial seeming.
Aslan had also taken the fact Jo had asked for something so specific in such a rude manner well too. That was good. Perhaps Elias could use that kindness to his advantage in some way... Any girl worth the time tended to like nice guys, after all. And the fact the boy was this desperate meant she probably was.
Soon enough, Aslan begun to say what his problem was. Oblivious to the world of romance? Check. Too nervous to even begin to attempt to ask her out? Check. The girl being way out of his league? Possibly... The boy had picked up a picture and had walked over to Elias to show it to him. Pretty little thing, putting emphasis on the word little. The girl was absolutely tiny compared to Aslan. Of course, she seemed happy enough to be there.
Perhaps Elias was equally as dense when it came to romance as Aslan was.
To be quite honest, Elias had never really fallen in love before. It had intrigued him, sure, but he had never succumbed to any given woman’s charms in full. Furthermore, no one had ever fallen in love with him before. So, despite how painfully obvious it was that the girl was equally head over heels for Aslan just judging by the picture, Elias didn’t catch on to such things.
What he did catch onto was that the two of them were very athletic. The girl was a gymnast, it seemed. Well, that’d require a deviance from the boy’s original plan of attack. The two probably wouldn’t like tea very much. Oh well. It wasn’t like Elias didn’t have ideas regarding this kind of thing to spare. Alas, the timidness might be a problem. Perhaps he should just suggest Aslan take her out for a drink. ”Why don’t you try asking her out to lunch over the phone or something?” With these words, Elias brought a hand through his hair. ”Not the best impression, honestly. But, it might help with the tounge-tied-ness.”
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Post by The Sidhe on Aug 8, 2014 12:34:41 GMT -5
Well, there was the confirmation of Aslan’s previous assumptions. The boy apparently was far more interested than the girl. Granted, her description of silly was well founded. Aslan considered the entire situation to be rather silly as well. Given the bond he held with Bianca and how strong his feelings were, one would think this would be easier. It should be easier, right? Not that he wasn’t completely aware of his own ineptitude but that was why they were here in the first place: to try and help him move past hat and come up with a plan.
And the first suggestion was made. Aslan thought it over a moment. Technically it was a good idea right up until it was a little too… Aslan couldn’t quite put his finger on it. There was a hole in it of sorts. Looking back at the picture in his hands, Aslan then glanced back at Elias.
“Bianca really wouldn’t mind about the invitation not being face to face, but I wouldn’t really necessarily need to ask her over the phone,” he admitted. “I can talk to her just fine over normal things like that, it’s just when I think about telling her that I get nervous and clam up.”
It was technically a good idea; after all he could take Bianca out to lunch and tell her then, which was where he would screw up. Everything would be fine right up until he tried to tell her, and then his tongue would go numb again and he wouldn’t be able to look her in the eye for a good couple of minutes until his heart stopped hammering against his ribcage. Or worse, he’d blurt it out and make a fool of himself in public which would be equal parts embarrassing and devastating.
Looking almost apologetic for shooting the suggestion down, Aslan backpedaled a bit before turning fully to move back towards the mantle. He gently placed the photograph back in its proper place, giving it a rather worried glance. With the way he was going, maybe he should just blurt it out, not that he couldn’t stutter it out either. Aslan had never had a stutter in his entire life, but somehow Bianca had given him one. Hopefully when all of this got resolved, which he begged to Death would be soon, he would be able to speak and think clearly again.
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Post by Jo Workmann on Aug 8, 2014 13:34:46 GMT -5
This was getting boring…
Sure, it was nice to help someone. But only when they couldn’t help themselves! This kid was just being a pansy-ass… While she found him amusing to a certain extent, the fact that he had to ask a school for assistance in his love life and not just open his mouth seemed like a joke. Maybe his football friends would spring out soon and express how her and Elias had wasted her time and this was some weird show.
But no football players came. Sad day. Elias was taking forever to come up with a plan and Jo was losing patience with this whole mission to please him thing. FINALLY he spoke. Ask the girl out to lunch. That was surprisingly… simple. For some reason, Jo expected him to be quite over the top and annoying. This was a little refreshing, even though it failed. Shot down by the timid child.
Aslan was on his way to put the picture back. Dang these magazine house families. So clean… Maybe that’s what mom’s did? Shrugging inwardly, she attempted to bring her thoughts back to this situation of insanity. Ceasing the tapping of her fingers on the chair, Jo stood up.
“Where’s this chick at now?”
Her question was innocent enough. Jo had once again found herself gazing about the room. It really was something. Maybe like a movie set… Probably why she thought this was some weird reality show. Without looking back to the others, she spoke again, but this time with a more mocking tone.
“You know, in case we were going to shower her with heart confetti and make a pathway of rose petals back to you, Aslan.”
At his name, Jo attempted to make eye contact. The mocking grin didn’t fade, in fact, she even chuckled quietly. Then she shrugged, dismissing something but she still hadn’t lost her joy.
“Let’s go find her. A little anxiousness and a dwindling time limit will help us think of something.”
Motioning towards the door with her head, she shoved her hands into her jean pockets and headed to the door they had come in. Before she moved too far, she spoke again a tad bit louder so they would hear her.
“In case you were wondering, I’m serious. Move your asses!”
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Post by Elias Larenz on Aug 8, 2014 18:44:36 GMT -5
Aslan thought over what Elias had said for quite a bit, once again leaving Elias to merely stand about awkwardly. He glanced over to Jo for a second. She looked rather bored, didn’t she? He’d just ignore his partner for now. She wasn’t interested in the subject at hand, and therefore probably wouldn’t contribute at all. Getting these two lovebirds together was up to him! And Elias was sure he’d succeed at this noblest of quests.
Sadly enough, Aslan had shot down Elias’ idea. But what for? He would clam up regardless? Did Aslan truly think Elias had not thought of such?! Of course he had, merely not mentioning it in the vain hope Aslan would be able to man up when in a public place! Tsk. Oh no, Elias had a plan. It was an easy, classic plan! Simply go to a chinese restaurant of sorts, and order some fortune cookies. Make a custom one with the question in it, give it to the girl, and bam! Problem solved. At least Elias assumed that’d work. Perhaps it wouldn’t. Honestly, he wasn’t even sure if there were any chinese restaurants in Death City...
So, Elias thought over other possible plans as Aslan put away the picture. Perhaps Elias could pretend to be his friend or something and hint her in that he liked her, to the point where she’d pry? No, no. That was no good! Far too many variables in such a case... Perhaps make it very obvious that Aslan was trying to impress her? Actually, if Elias managed to get Aslan in a completely different mind frame perhaps he’d be more confident! Girls did like a bad boy, after all.
As Elias continued to ponder different plans of attack, Jo stood up and spoke. Oh? That was new. It seemed as though she was actually trying to help. Good. Perhaps Jo had thought of something worthwhile. Elias turned his attention to her to see if she would say anything else.
And she did. Mocking. Eck. Did that girl do nothing but mock others? Did she not know that others did not like being constantly mocked? It was getting tiring to listen to that tone so often... Jo then proceeded to suggest they go find Bianca. Already? Elias’ was rather concerned by such an idea, as his expression clearly showed. Even so, Jo begun to walk to the door and soon called that the two of them follow. He did not want to get in a fight with her, so quickly begun to make his way towards the door as well. ”Right...” He said hesitantly, seeming to have forgotten about Aslan.
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Post by The Sidhe on Aug 8, 2014 20:30:22 GMT -5
Aslan glanced to the girl as she stood, almost nervous in her doing so. Any suggestions she could have made him nervous somehow and she hadn’t even said anything yet. Being so full of nerves already, Aslan couldn’t help but wonder how he was even standing upright let alone functioning like a living, breathing being. Then again living, breathing idiot was probably a better definition since that was certainly what he felt like, and his reaction to her words certainly proved it. There was only one reason she would want to know where Bianca currently was, Aslan wasn’t that stupid. “She’s…right next door, actually. If you walk out front and turn left, her house is right there.” Why the hell did he just tell her that? Maybe it was reflex; or rather maybe it was coherent thought starting to filter back through his head. Whichever it was, he was distracted by the clear digs she took at him next. He may have been insulted if he weren’t used to it. Rolling his eyes, he crossed his arms. “Ha, ha. I’m a football captain, not Romeo.” He sounded equal parts sarcastic and annoyed, but he smiled when she made eye contact. She reminded him a little bit of his sister, granted much more built. Aslan may have anticipated her suggestion given the line of questioning that preceded it. And he may have hoped he was wrong. And he may have frozen for a moment or three as she started walking towards the door. Go find her? The thought sent a jolt of panic straight through him. He wasn’t mentally prepared for this. Aslan adopted a look of clear petrification as thoughts raced through his mind, but… Then it faded. It wasn’t so much as he deflated so much as he almost looked enlightened, but in a more exhausted way. Aslan let his arms fall limply at his sides, staring hard at the floor and clenching his jaw. Bianca was right next door. He knew she was home. They had known each other since they were kids, they went to school together, they went to each other’s sports meets, they were over at each other’s houses constantly- “Wait up.” The boy had already begun to follow after his partner, so Aslan simply caught up to them. The exhausted look of near defeat had vanished, and something more akin to courage but with more warmth to it had painted a small grin on his face. “I don’t need the time limit. I just need to stop being such a wuss about all this,” he glanced between the two of them and gave each a small nod, “I’m…going to go next door and tell her right now. If I change my mind and try to double back you need to deck me in the jaw and tell me to turn my ass around, okay?” He said the last to the girl. She looked more the one that would comply. Taking a deep breath, Aslan moved past both of them to leave the house. Let the door swing a little so it would still be open for one of them to catch. He skipped the small set of steps in favor of jumping them, moving quicker than he meant through the front yard and making a sharp left turn when his feet hit the sidewalk. Bianca was in the house next door. The exterior was identical to the Yilmaz residence. The only difference was that the Whittaker house had deep red siding rather than off-white, and there was no garden. Just a painstakingly trimmed lawn and a stray tennis ball belonging to the family dog. Aslan paused briefly at the edge of the yard. Gazing up at the house he knew just as well as his own, he took a deep breath and marched up the thin paved path towards the porch. Right as Bianca exited the door. The little thing had pulled her wavy hair up into a ponytail, sweatpants and tank top in place with her running shoes on her feet. Shoot. He’d forgotten she ran later in the morning! Coming to a screeching halt, her eyes flitted up at the movement. Upon seeing Aslan, Bianca smiled like the sun. “Morning, Aslan! I was just gonna run over and ask if you wanted to come jogging with me today. What’s up?” Her voice carried for someone so small. It was delicate for certain, but it held a sharpness to it that told it could bite under the right circumstances. Aslan could feel panic rising again, but he shoved it down. Go big or go home. With Bianca raising each arm over her head to start stretches, he took the time to at least make it to the bottom of the stairs. Trying to breathe and pretend it was just the Nevada heat making his face feel hot, he gazed up at Bianca and looked a might more apprehensive then he meant to. “Bianca, there’s something important I’ve been meaning to tell you.”She paused when he said that, concern marking her features as she paused and stood rather stiffly. “What is it? Something wrong?” It was just like her to worry. Aslan opened his mouth, shut it, threw his eyes to the ground. He took a second or five. Maybe ten. He pushed his gaze back up to Bianca, swallowed thickly and forced the words out in a much softer tone of voice than he’d intended to. “I love you!”The words hung in the air for a moment while Bianca went from concerned to stunned. Then stunned turned to tightly held caution as she took one step forward and asked just as quietly, “Really? I heard you right, you-““Bianca, you know I don’t say things I don’t me-“ Neither got to finish their sentences. Bianca was cut off by Aslan’s reminded, and Aslan was cut off by Bianca’s reaction. Her face split into a grin as she bounced on her heels, making a shrill sound of elation before she took a running leap off the porch and threw her arms around Aslan’s neck. Thankfully he caught her, spinning around so he wouldn’t be knocked over and barely catching what Bianca was saying. “I love you too, you giant knucklehead! What the hell didja think I was gonna say?” It was Alsan’s turn to go from looking stunned to looking elated. He got a grin on his face like he’d just struck gold, and to him Bianca was worth far more than any treasure. Bianca was laughing, one hand hanging on around his shoulders and the other messing up his hair with purpose. Aslan held her around the waist s she would fall, unable to keep from laughing along with her and trying to turn his head away somehow to get her to stop, even though he didn’t really mind. At the moment, Aslan didn’t mind a damn thing.
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Post by Jo Workmann on Aug 8, 2014 21:55:20 GMT -5
Though Jo was mostly paying attention to Aslan, she detected a sort of… sneering expression. Maybe that wasn’t exactly it, but she had the feeling that Elias wasn’t the happiest with her. Oh whatever. This was all nonsense anyway.
Everytime she thought that this stud might be a useless sap, he surprised her. First with her greeting and now with her mocking him. He did have a spine, he just had to fish it out. A pleased smirk settling in, she was pleased with the events that had played out so far. Being met with sarcasm was encouraging. It was how her and her siblings bonded, it’s how Jo knew to interact. For once since she came here, someone was dealing with it well.
Now to find that girl. Next door he said? It was just that simple! Now they had to get that Aslan to speak to her. She was mostly to the door by this time. She heard a quiet something from Elias, but never looked back. Jo Workmann was on a mission! Even if these two saps wanted to beat around the bush. This wasn’t a time to plan out little moves, this was a time for action! Aslan had waited long enough!
Apparently he thought so too. His words came to her ears asking them to wait. Pausing in her movements, she expected to have to push him out the door. When she turned, there was Elias and then also Aslan who was quickly closing the distance between himself and the door. Was that… fire in his eyes? An excited grin took its place on Jo’s lips, the first real hope she had that Aslan had found the balls to go talk to his girl.
Her hope was only strengthened as the boy continued to speak. He was going to suck it up! Good. About damn time. Plan set up by himself, he was going to tell her. Just walk over and tell her. Even the back-up plan was pretty good. Chuckling lightly, Jo cracked her knuckles after he spoke about getting him in the jaw.
“You got it.”
He may still look nervous, but at least he was doing it. That was real courage. He took a breath and dove in. Leaving the house and leaving them behind, Jo took a side glance to her partner. Her grin didn’t falter, she was too pleased for that. She just wondered what Elias thought of all of this straightforwardness. Her side glance didn’t last long though, she needed to see what happened with the guy and his girl. Mission and all that.
Just barely catching the door before it closed, Jo moved out onto the front porch. Hands shoved in her pockets, she kept an eye on the two. Aslan would probably suspect they were watching, but he had more to worry about. Bianca may realize it, but most people wouldn’t assess their surroundings when leaving their home. All in all, Jo didn’t really care.
The girl was cute. The two of them together looked like the dictionary definition of opposite. This whole neighborhood was like some weird show. Picture perfect houses. The adorable couple. The romantic twist and anxiety. Man she needed to hit something. While Jo couldn’t quite hear all of what was said, more Aslan’s ‘fault’ than the girl’s, from the unfolding actions it was obvious things had gone well. The little woman had leapt from the porch and into the guy’s arms. More movie material. This was turning into quite the day… And don’t forget. This girl had to have the Death City weird hair.
Elated smiles. Ruffling hair. Laughing couple. Yea… that’s it. She was done with this.
“No more love missions. I feel like I’m in some weird soap opera or something.”
Though her words could be categorized as negative, Jo still had a grin on her face. The sight didn’t make her sick, just more uncomfortable. It wasn’t something she didn’t quite know how to handle, seeing as she never entered into any sort of romantic situation herself. Descending the steps of the porch, she looked to the couple once again. Moving one hand out of her pocket, she raised the hand to about head height. A wave without waving. Just raising and lowering her hand back into her pocket. This was accompanied by a headnod.
That was all she was giving this guy. She wasn’t going anywhere near a new pair of lovebirds. Glancing once again for Elias to make sure he was coming, the grin still comfortably held to her face.
“I’m glad no one wanted my rose petals idea. I woulda smelled like a plant forever.”
Her mocking tone was back, though this wasn’t particularly aimed at anyone. They were done. Bring on something else!
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Post by Elias Larenz on Aug 8, 2014 22:52:26 GMT -5
Once again, Aslan had taken Jo’s mocking sarcasm surprisingly well. What was this guy? How did he switch between being so nervous and being so on top of things so quickly? Eck. Elias couldn’t worry about such things now. He’d just allow the two to go about being sarcastic and the like to each other so long as they left him out of it.
Soon enough, Aslan had decided he was going to follow Jo’s advice. Just simply go and ask her. Elias was beyond confused. When Elias had suggested he’d tell Bianca in a subtle way, Aslan had said that he’d get too tongue tied. But, when Jo had mocked him and - more or less - forced him to tell Bianca how much he loved her, he had willingly done so! What on earth had Jo done that had got him to change his mind? If it was possible for him to get headaches, Elias would have probably had one right now...
It just made no sense! Elias couldn’t wrap his head around how this Aslan’s mind worked. He was so odd. But that didn’t matter right now. The mission mattered. It was Elias’ goal to get the weirdo the girl, even if he really hadn’t done anything that impacted whether Aslan was successful with telling Bianca that he loved her or not. There she was. Going for a run, it seemed? And Aslan had forgotten that little detail? Elias could have worked it into one of his schemes. This whole situation was so very aggravating.
Bianca seemed more than happy about the whole thing. She seemed absolutely elated, actually. Same went for Aslan. How cute. Elias supposed he should be happy since that meant that him and Jo had finished their first mission together. But, it was so unsatisfying. He really hadn’t helped in any way. Oh well. Just be happy for the guy, would you?
Then, Jo spoke. No more love missions? Great idea! Elias generally loved the concept of love, but if he had to repeat this experience the boy might just die. ”Great idea.” He said, bluntly. Elias ignored Jo’s last comment. He had wanted one of his plans to work. Blah. This whole mission had turned out so poorly...
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