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damien vincent roth
 Posted: May 11 2013, 04:52 PM
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He liked his hiding spot. Very much so did he like the small cove that allowed him to watch everyone walk by while no one could see him. It allowed him to study people; figure out why some of them were so stupid while others were overly bubbly. It also allowed him to sketch them out. People would never question what he was drawing if they couldn't see him do it. It allowed him to action poses- quick five minute sketches that he could fill out and finish when he was bored at work.

There was a shift in the air as the wind blew through the city. Rain- he could smell it. It meant he would have to find legit shelter. Sighing in mild agitation, he took the time to look around his surrounds. The leaves on the trees were upturned, eagerly awaiting the incoming rain. Hell, when he finally took the time to look at the surroundings about him it was considerably darker out than when he first got there. The evening sky was on fire as the sun was slowly starting to set along the spring horizon. A grin started to spread across his face as the sky shifted from a fiery orange to a dark brooding red. It reminded him of home. And it was the only thing that had actually impressed him in this world, and it wasn't even human.

With a sigh escaping his lips, he started packing his things. Stuffing pencils into the front pouch of his backpack, he started to close his Sketchbook when a gust of wind blew hard through his little hideaway, causing the pages to flip about in protest. In a slight state of panic he quickly brought his hand down upon his book to keep any of the pages from ripping out. Glaring at the unseen force that was the wind he took a moment to look down at the page it had flipped to. Chuckling softly to himself, he shut his Sketchbook and gently placed it in his backpack.

He knew where he was going to hide out from the rain tonight. Though the question stood though: Would she be working tonight?

Slipping through the crowded streets of New York, Damien made his way towards the small little diner that he was slowly growing accustomed to. It was a place he stumbled upon trying to stay out from the cold, and while it was one of the cleaner twenty four hour joints in this God forsaken state, there was one reason he kept going back. Though, he would never openly admit it to anyone as to what the reason was.

Dodging a shady looking group of kids, he made sure to slip through the alley that was beside the diner. It was faster than making the trip down the block and with the way the wind was blowing, he was sure the rain would start to fall at any minute. Jumping the fence that blocked the back part of the joint from the busier part of the street he bent at his knees to absorb the impact of the landing. Shaking his head, he ran a hand through his long locks and pulled the hood of his jacket up the hide his face. Just because he was going to see her didn't mean she needed to see him.

Pushing the door open, he slipped in and made his way to his usual spot in the back. Slinging his backpack from his shoulder, he slid into the booth and rested his elbows on the table. Scanning the rather empty diner, he didn't see the one he was looking for. Well, even if she wasn't here, he would still be dry.

Then, as if on cue, the sky ripped open and the rain started to pour. Thunder rolled in the distance and a fresh grin spread across Damien's face. Looked like he was going to be staying here for awhile now. Looking around once more, he saw the cook peek his head around the opening used for delivering food then quickly withdraw when Damien glanced his way. Shrugging the moment away, he pulled his backpack up on the table and pulled his Sketchbook out from it's confines. If he was going to be stuck in here he would damned well keep himself entertained.

Flipping through the filled pages, his eyes caught sight of a sketch that was still in the filling out process. It was of the red head, the waitress that kept his interest whilst sitting in the back with a milkshake and fries. She was waiting on a customer in this piece, and as he pulled a pencil out of his pouch, he set to filling out the details of her uniform and making sure her hair was shaded just right.

For once in this Sketchbook he might actually finish something that he started.


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kira felicity king
 Posted: May 14 2013, 10:50 PM
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The city never sleeps at NightFor the first time in what seemed like forever, she had been able to keep this job. She didn’t know why, or how, or what type of crazy her manager was for not screaming in her face about her utter uselessness like all the others, but three and a half weeks in and she was still at the diner serving guests with a smile as if she was born to do it. It had to be some sort of miracle, just had to. The gods above probably looking down on her in pity for the last string of jobs that had her hired and fired from within the same week, and deciding she deserved a bit of good luck after the hell she had been through. To which Kira knew she would be eternally grateful for. She liked working at the diner, in all honesty. Most thought it mundane and boring, walking around and taking order, delivering food as if you were some sort of errand girl. And yeah, it was aggravating for the most part because customers had it in their head that your sole purpose in life was to serve them. But at the end of the day, when she would fold her apron up and tuck her order pad and pen in her breast pocket, Kira could look back and say that it was a good day, that she didn’t dread coming back and doing it all over. There was just something oddly fulfilling about being able to look back on the day, and knowing you came through it successfully. It wasn’t something she was exactly used to from her life before New York. Even though no one would tell her to her face… well, mostly no one, she knew deep down that she failed as a lion. She was clumsy and uncomfortable in her body. She made a wreck of everything she touched, and couldn’t hunt to save her life. The only thing she seemed capable of doing was things that amused her… adventuring into places she didn’t belong and getting into trouble she was told to stay away from by her over protective father. So when it came to success in some aspect other than self-entertainment, Kira felt herself swell with pride. She liked the way her manager would gently pat her shoulders and give her a ‘Good job tonight Kira!’ as they left the building at whatever crazy hour in the morning. It made her happy to work there… happy to work harder to keep her job. The sound of the bell ringing pulled Kira from her reverie, her eyes having been blankly staring at the comment board in the back. Apparently a customer had been so pleased with her and her “bubbly attitude and infectious smile” that they felt it necessary to make their appreciation known. The smile she got from reading it, still hadn’t left her face, even after being a few hours into her graveyard shift. Pulling her attention away, she moved to the food window, peeking her head out to look and see who it was, just as Kyle had done a few moments before. Her smile widened, if at all possible, and when she looked to Kyle to ask him to throw from fries in the fryer, he gave her a playful eyebrow wiggle and nudged her teasingly. “Boyfriend’s back again Ginger, what’s this… like the millionth time?” he teased as she gave him a playful sneer. “Just like Trucker Joe over there, he’s gotten quite smitten with you kitten…” he continued, referring to the truck driver who seemed to be quite fond of her, moving to throw some fries down as if reading her mind. “He’s not my boyfriend, and leave Joe alone… he’s just, er, lonely?” she explained with a smile on her lips thankful that Joe hadn’t shown up that night yet. He was a nice guy, but it was getting harder and harder to ignore and play oblivious when he was coming on to her so strongly. Pointing a finger to Kyle as he opened his mouth to continue teasing her, she shook her head, giving him no time to speak before she took the plate of French fries from his hand and sauntered out into the dining area. Scanning the room quickly, she noted the few stragglers idly sipping at coffee cups and picking at the remains of their food they refused to relinquish, before looking to the familiar ginger boy who she had a few conversations with as he took refuge. Glancing out the window, she saw the downpour of rain that was plaguing the city, and instantly knew why he was gracing them with his presence. It was when she was a few steps away that she noticed he had his sketchbook out. She had seen him with it before, be he was always so secretive about it, just like he was with his name. She had caught glimpses, but nothing more as he’d close it or flip to an empty page. Realizing that he hadn’t noticed her yet, a devious smile curled to her lips. If she could somehow manage to be stealthy and quiet enough, maybe she could sneak a better peek. Though, she never really was good as quiet and stealth. Biting her bottom lip, she held her breath as she tiptoed closer, leaning to see if she could see what it was he was working on. Standing behind him, looking over his shoulder, she finally caught site of the sketch, and found herself grinning, forcing back the urge to just blab out that she was spying on him and possibly looking at something private. Grin still on her lips, she pulled her mustache pen from her breast pocket and held it under her nose so it looked like she had a mustache. Moving out from behind him, she cleared her throat to make her presence known, setting the fries down on the table before sitting in the seat across from him. “Excuse me, but I mustache you a question,” she said playfully with a fake accent. Raising a brow, wiggling the pen as if she would wiggle a real mustache. She really had nothing to ask, but the temptation to use that line was too great. Giggling, she stuffed her pen back in the pocket and raised a brow at him. “Been a while Van Gogh… was beginning to think you were a ghost.” TAG: Solar/Damien! WORD COUNT: 1077 ! OUTFIT: CLICK! NOTES: Mustache you a question!! CREDIT: NUTTERIE @ CAUTION 2.0
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damien vincent roth
 Posted: May 20 2013, 11:28 PM
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Sitting in his usual back booth, Damien was lost in his sketch. It wasn't often he got to sit and actually work on anything without being disturbed. One would think that without any responsibilities save for a couple hours at a boring liquor store, it would be possible to have book after book filled with sketches. If only it was that easy, but it was one of the reasons he frequented the small hole-in-the-wall diner.

He had found this place by accident; running from a group of thugs who felt the need to comment on his hair. Ignoring them in the beginning was easy- he just kept walking. Then they started following him, whistling at him and chucking stones at him. Of course, his aura got the best of him and he smarted off to them, which lead to him socking the "leader" in the nose. That had caused the lot of them to come after him and why he started running.

Reason number one as to why Damien was proud of his past life: he knew how to run the fuck away.

As he was filling in the details of her skirt, he completely missed the sound of frozen fries hitting the scalding oil. The pounding rain against the window he was sitting beside seemed to do a good enough job of drowning out anything that wasn't within his personal space. When he wasn't automatically joined by his red-headed waitress he enjoyed so much, Damien assumed tonight wasn't his night to see her. It was probably one of the latter girls who gave no fucks about their job and was busy either getting fucked up or talking some poor saps ear off in the back.

Honestly though, he was bummed that she hadn't greeted him. Oh well- maybe some other night.

Without looking up, he pulled a napkin from the dispenser and started smudging the shadows on her legs. Bringing out the highlights and making it look more realistic than the traditional Van Gogh style he usually did. She made him want to try something new, and what better way than on a sketch of her.

Completely lost in his work, he didn't notice the shadow that loomed over him. Didn't notice the smell of freshly fried fries drifting though the air. Didn't hear the gentle pad of her shoes against the tiled floor. It wasn't until she was standing beside him and she coughed that he jumped from his seat, his pencil flying out of his hand as the other quickly slammed it shut. Whipping his head around the glare at the ass that almost made him draw a heavy line across her face.

The glare quickly shifted to a grin as he forced himself to calm down as she pulled a corny line out of nowhere. Running a hand through his hair before reaching for the bottle of hot sauce as she sat the plate of fries before him he snorted through his nose. "I'm only a ghost if you want me to be," he replied with a smirk as he began dousing the fries with the fiery sauce. "Though, I never thought you'd be one to miss me, Spitfire." Shooting her a grin, he stuffed a couple fries in his mouth, tongue darting out to catch some of the hot sauce from the corner of his mouth.

Using his sauce free hand, he pulled his sketchbook from the table and carefully stuffed it back in his bag, turning his attention back to the red-head sitting across from him. "Thought you weren't in tonight when I wasn't automatically bombarded with your overly optimistic attitude." Stuffing another mouthful of fries in his mouth, he was pleased that he was proven wrong and that he would get to spend his night with her instead of some dimwitted bimbo who would fuck everything up he ordered.


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 Posted: Jun 4 2013, 07:26 PM
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The city never sleeps at Night It took everything in her power to not downright laugh when she saw how startled he was. The look of fear on his face, shifting to indignation nearly broke her resolve, but she remained strong as she eyed him with a large smile curled to her lips. In her chest beat the heart of a strong and proud lion, a feeling of accomplishment—however small it was—coming over her as she successfully snuck up on someone. Sure, it hadn’t been intentional, and Damien was far too wrapped up in his drawing for her to think her apparent stealth had anything to do with her success, but still she couldn’t help it. For so long she had thought herself a failure of a lion. She had to face it, even being trained by some of the best lioness’s she couldn’t seem to get a grip on what stealth was. She clambered around and made too much noise. She had no elegance in her movements, tripped on every branch and stone that crossed her path. It was no wonder every time she had tried to hunt she came back empty handed… that or well… she was just so bad she needed to be saved. So when she finally was able to do something right, to be able to sneak up on someone and catch them at their most vulnerable, she couldn’t help the beating in her chest, the way she held her head up just a bit higher and her back just a fraction straighter. Situating herself so she was comfortable on the booth seat, she raised a brow and watched as he drowned the fries in hot sauce. Each time this had happened she had found herself scowling and crinkling her nose, a light giggle escaping so as to not offend him or the gesture. She just didn’t understand. She had tried hot sauce when she first arrived in the world—it smelled so good and something that bright had to be delicious right? Wrong! Her entire mouth had turned to fire and brought tears to her eyes as she desperately sought out something to make the pain go away. She had felt like an idiot waving her hands in front of her open mouth as if it would work in cooling it, and only caused her waitress to laugh. Needless to say after that she avoided hot sauce, and she couldn’t quite figure out why someone would enjoy the feeling of their tongue burning off. “Your appearances make the graveyard shift more enjoyable.” she smiled occasionally waving her mustache pen in front of her nose and giving a wiggle of her eyebrows. “Better than Kyle at least... you don’t tease me near as much as he does.” she said with a smile as she watched him shift the sketchbook out of view. She felt a small pout fall to her lips, but it took all of a second to regain her smile, looking back to him with interest. She had only seen a few drawings from him, each of which had been by random chance. It was interesting to watch him draw and to see a semi-finished item. But it was likely that he didn’t want anyone else to know, by the way he seemed so secretive about it. And it probably didn’t help that well… the subject of his current sketch had randomly popped up. She felt herself giggle, the warm fuzzy feeling taking over her stomach. It was like her own little secret, knowing about it, and it would likely make for good entertainment to tease with herself at a later time. “Well, about that,” she started, pulling her order pad out from her breast pocket and drawing idle squiggles on the elephant print stationary. “I actually was changing out of my superhero costume so no one would learn of my secret identity,” she explained, lifting a hand to cover her mouth as if it was a major secret. Lifting a finger, she looked up for a moment to press a finger to her lips as if to tell him to ‘shh’. She knew she had only been waiting for his fries to fry before making her appearance, denying the accusations from her co-worker and the like—but he didn’t. Though really, even her pretend story was cute, but her version of humor lame. She gave a laugh as she looked back up from her doodling, giving a nod to the fries. “And ya know, waiting for the fries to be done so I could bribe my ghost for an actual name.” she finished sticking her tongue out playfully at the ginger, who, even after so many visits remained as nothing but Van Gogh in her mind. TAG: Solar/Damien! WORD COUNT: 792! OUTFIT: CLICK! NOTES: Mustache you a question!! CREDIT: NUTTERIE @ CAUTION 2.0
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damien vincent roth
 Posted: Jun 21 2013, 12:09 PM
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Stuffing another mouthful of hot fries into his mouth, he took the time to suck some of the sauce off his thumb this go around. It was weird, actually. How someone from Halloweentown who lived on things like 'Snake and Spider Stew' and what appeared to be a never-ending supply of candy would come to love all things spicy. But that was how he was now; anything that had a kick to it he had to have it. Which made him tickled pink when he discovered Atomic Fireballs and those cinnamon Mike and Ikes. His all time favorites though, revolved around the hot things you never expected to be hot. Those were what made him excited about this world, even if he didn't care for it all too much.

Raising an eyebrow at his companion sitting across from him, his cheek tucked full of fries as she gave a small giggle. She did that more often than other people he would hang around. Granted most of the people he hung around were shit-faced little punk guys who thought they could rule the world. He didn't really grace his presence around too many girls. Most of them were just trouble and he wasn't about to get involved with the sort of things they could cause. Too many guys he'd heard bitch about how the girl went bat shit crazy on them.

No way in fucking hell was he going to fall into that category himself. Nu uh.

After another handful of fries and a content feeling settling in his stomach, making him wonder when the last time he actually ate was, he paused in his feasting to blink at her. Swallowing the mouthful as an eyebrow arched he ran his tongue along his lower lip. "I make things more enjoyable?" Well that was something new to hear. "Are you sure we're talking about the same person here?" He went to reach for something to drink, but was sadly turned down when he discovered he was drinkless. "Well I might start if you really miss him so much."

There was something on her face that just seemed completely different about her, and no it had nothing to do with that mustache pen she was waving around. That look seemed so familiar, like he had worn that same smirk more times than not. Giving her a questioning look, he pushed his half eaten plate of fries forward a bit so he could rest his elbows upon the table. Tapping his fingers together he half hid his face behind his hands, eyebrows raising and lowering as he studied her face. So.... familiar....

Then she gave it all away with that giggle of hers.

She knew something. Oh the little thing had a secret that she wasn't willing to say. A grin split his face in two as he gave a small nod and reached for more fries. He would have fun pulling that precious little secret from her tonight. At least there would be something to do tonight, as the rain pounded like a warhorse's hooves upon the outside world. Silently he was thankful he wasn't out there.

On heavy rainy days and during winter were the times he wished there was an actual place to call his own. His own home. But then he thought of all the things he'd have to buy, the people he'd have to put up with. That's when he nose would wrinkle and he'd shake his head- pushing the thought out of his mind. The effort behind having a place of his own wasn't really worth the "privacy" you thought you had. It would surprise people, knowing that being homeless actually gave you so much more privacy than having a "home" to return to every night.

He had teased her about not being automatically greeted like he normally was when he showed up here, and as his nose wrinkled up when he reached for a non-existing glass she went on to explain what she was "doing." Tilting his head when she claimed to be a Super Hero, he chuckled. "Well I suppose the cat's out of the bag now Spitfire. I suppose you'll have to do everything in your power to bribe me to keep your little 'secret.'" Leaning back in the booth he folded his arms behind his head, using them as a pillow.

"Though, you know what would be super? A tall ass chocolate milkshake with a tower of whipped cream. And more fires. Because no one makes fries like you do." He wiggled his eyebrows and nudged his head towards the counter where they did all their dirty work. Well, it wasn't really dirty, more like messy. Still, he was hungrier than he expected and he was really starting to get thirsty. "As for my name? You'll get it in due time. Well, maybe." Another chuckle bubbled through as he reached out and took the last of the fries from the plate and stuffed them in his mouth. "A'leas awe;ll tink 'bout eet." He was ever the graceful one, if anything. How she ever put up with him would be a mystery to him.


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 Posted: Jul 18 2013, 01:53 PM
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The city never sleeps at Night Looking outside, the gray sheet of rain bombarding the city, Kira gave a small half smile. For many people, the rain was like a bad omen or just an annoyance that ruined their plans. She had noticed during her stay in the city that when the city grew dark with ominous clouds and the rain fell from the sky like a holy downpour, the people retreated to buildings and only ever came out when necessary. At first she had thought it weird, and assumed that maybe the humans had a weakness to the water unlike the animals—after all, that green lady in the Oz movie melted when she got wet. But the complex had to set her naïve mind straight before she even thought about spouting off such a weird idea to some person. Apparently, it was just an aversion to getting their clothes wet, and nothing more. The thought had made her frown, looking out the window longingly, wanting nothing more than to ditch her shift and just run in the sudden onslaught of rain. Back home, storms like this were very rare. Sure they had the occasional quick rain—it’s what kept the savannah alive enough for the circle of life to continue. But storms were different. She had loved running in them as a cub, escaping her father’s protective eye and splashing around in puddles… curling her claws in the mud. Despite how the lightening would flash in the sky and the thunder would boom and quite nearly shake the ground, it had been a peaceful occurrence, a sort of renewal and washing away of anything bad. She missed it, and was sad to realize there were very few people in the city who saw things the same way. Pouting at the ginger in front of her, when she realized he had come in to the diner to escape the oncoming storm, she shook her head. Just another person she could cross off her list of those who would twirl in the rain with her. Looking down to her memo pad, smiling at the chibi elephant in the corner, she idly moved the writing stick around drawing squiggles as he ate his fries drenched in that horrid hot sauce that made her tongue tingle just thinking about it. Looking up from her drawing, the elephant now clad in a monocle and top hat, sporting a healthy mustache, she rolled her eyes. “Contrary to your beliefs, you’re not as bad company as you’d think. I wouldn’t continue giving you free food if you were so bad,” she said playfully, trying to fight back the smile that played on her lips. Studying her drawing for a moment, she turned it up to show him her work as if it were a masterpiece, a subtle hint that she knew his secret. “I think I’ll name him Esteban. That’s a regal name for an elephant right?” she asked, completely disregarding the previous conversation, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she set her pen down finally. “Oh really now?” she challenged with a raised brow, a sly lioness smile curling to her lips as she cocked her head to the side. “And how is it you’ll know what to tease me about hmm? We’re virtually strangers.” she finished, watching as he pushed his fries away and donned a contemplative look. For a long while they sat in silence, him watching her and her watching him watch her. At first she had thought they had silently entered into a staring contest, and had attempted to not blink for as long as she could. But it donned on her that this wasn’t a contest, but more of him trying to read her. He had figured out something about her, and she was almost afraid to find out what. The confidence in her eyes, her smile, dissipated into questioning as she bit her bottom lip, and finally she looked away, thankful that the conversation picked back up again. “Awe, you mean to tell me my secret identity wasn’t safe with you. You dastardly fiend!” she exclaimed in a tone of mock desperation. Her hands moved and covered her face, as if hiding from him, shaking her head almost wildly. “Whatever will I do! My enemies will find me! I’M RUINED! DEAD!” She mock wept into her hands, her loose ponytail slowly falling out until her ginger hair fell into a poofy mess around her face. Peeking her fingers opened, she peered at the boy through the cracks, the smile on her lips hidden from view. “I thought you cared… who will give you free food when I’m gone.” she finished, her voice lower… softer. She kept her eyes locked on him in silence for a long moment, before finally pulling them away and laughing. Fingers lifting to comb through her hair, Kira haphazardly threw it back up into another loose and much messier ponytail. Leaning back in the booth, she crossed her arms over her chest and raised an eyebrow as he asked for a milkshake and more fries. And while she knew she would get up and get more for him, she wasn’t about to let it go without proper manners. If there was one thing she hated most about waitressing, it was the lack of respect people gave you. She was a servER, not a servANT. Some people just couldn’t make the distinction. And while she couldn’t yell at them, at least with this boy who was given free food, she could insist. Crossing a leg over her knee, she tapped her foot on the ground, her nails drumming on her arm. “What’s the magic word.” she teased the ginger, playful smile curling to her lips. TAG: Solar/Damien! WORD COUNT: 959! OUTFIT: CLICK! NOTES: Mustache you a question!! CREDIT: NUTTERIE @ CAUTION 2.0
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There were some who thought him as one who never paid attention. Popular to contrary belief he actually paid close attention to the things going on around him. If you were going to be a menace to society and make your living in an illegal way, you had to keep an eye on everything, and everyone. So even though it looked like he was engrossed in his fries, he could see how she pouted and looked outside. It made his brow raise as she was distracted, and to keep up the image he shoveled another mouthful into his mouth.

Rain was a hit or miss with him. Mainly a mess because of the whole not having a settled place to call home. If it was during the day, he didn't mind it. The sun would dry everything out. But at night, there really wasn't a place for him to go. So he was just happy for all night diners like Kira's.

Lifting his head as she spoke, his eyebrows shot up at her compliment. "Oh is that the case Red? I never knew I had a fan-club. Though, you're probably the President, Vice-President, and whatever else goes with that Government mumbo-jumbo." He grinned at her as he saw her fight with a smile. It was nice to at least know there was one person save for the ass that was Ender that was able to put up with him.

Shoving another mouthful of fries, he licked his fingers clean as he pushed the plate off to the side. "You're naming elephants now?" Leaning forward he took to inspecting the small adjustments to the elephant. "Esteban? Is it some sort of Hispanic-Italian elephant?" With a teasing remark he wiggled his eyebrows.

"You know I can't give my secrets away Girl. I know more than you may think." It was a half-truth, but still. When she thought he wasn't looking or paying attention, he was.

Laughing at her reaction to her "secret identity" being exposed. This girl was really something else. Smirking as she hid her face, he leaned back in the booth. "Oh, I care. It's why I haven't said anything, yet." Leaning forward he folded his arms upon the table. "The food is the reason I haven't said anything."

In an attempt to get more food and perhaps a milkshake, he tried to give her signals here and there. Finally he just came out and asked. Well- more like semi-demanded. She would get the hint, at least he hoped. A look of confusion crossed his features as she took to getting more comfortable instead of getting up. Then it hit him as she smiled and called for the 'magic word.' Groaning he slumped in his seat. Aw God dammit. Of course she would.

"Do I really have to? I mean, that was the nicest way for me to do it." He hated being polite. There really wasn't a reason for him to be polite to anyone, because over ninety percent of the population was rude as fuck to him. Covering his head with his arms, he groaned louder. No this wasn't a way to get what he wanted, but it gave him something to work with. Let her believe it was hard for him to be as nice as she was.

Peeking his head from under his arm he couldn't help the smirk that played across his lips. Raising his arms in a defeated manner, he sighed dramatically. "Alright, alright. I give. Plllleeeeeaaaassssseeeeeeeeeeee?" He gave her a cheesy forced smile and batted his eyelashes. If anything, he would at least make her laugh and there would be the hopes of more things to stuff into his face.


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The city never sleeps at Night “There, there now, was that so hard,” she teased playfully, giggling as he dramatically drew out his please. Her eyes rolled at his exaggeration and it took all the power in her to not reach a hand forward and pat his head like he was a good dog, knowing full well that that gesture was more offending and demeaning than anything she could possibly do. Having spent her life under the scrutiny of her father, and after that under the watchful eyes of her managers, she knew the pain and aggravation of being demeaned in such a fashion. She wasn’t about to go an do that to her friend, even though the urge had been strong… and well, he was asking practically asking for it. But that was beside the point. Shifting out of the booth, standing at the end of the table, she leaned forward and grabbed her memo pad, eyeing the wonderful creation now known to her as Esteban. Cocking her head to the side as if sizing it down, she gave it a warm smile before tucking it in her shirt pocket and sticking her tongue out at the ginger male whose name still eluded her. A part of her wanted to use this moment to bring up the picture she had seen him working on, come up with a snide little comment about how not everyone could be good enough artists to sneakily sketch waitresses and make it look good. But she refrained… it was good ammunition and she wasn’t going to waste it in jest. Flipping her hair over her shoulder, Kira sighed and placed her hands on her hips. “Has it ever occurred to you that if you out jeapordize my secret identity, there might not be someone here to give you free food and milkshakes. Then what would you do Picaso? Stand outside the diner doors and look in all forlorn, distraught by the overwhelming guilt that your favorite waitress was taken hostage by Dr. Doom and his Evil League of Minions and no longer there to give you your food? And all because you couldn’t keep your mouth shut.” she teased, her tone anything but playful in hopes of fooling him. Her hand lifted from her hip and lifted to her forehead, taking the classic damsel pose. “Oh no… Picaso… what have you done! I can’t possibly fight Dr. Doom! Why ever did you give me up! I’ve only ever been kind to you.” she teased, sighing and falling back into the booth as if she had fainted. For a long moment she remained in the booth seat across from him, unmoving, but after the long silence she giggled and gave herself away—not that the ginger hadn’t already caught on to her joke. Shaking her head, she stood back up, fully intent on going back and getting him more fries and a shake. She knew if she waited too much longer he would get more ornery than before and instead of nudging her to get food with a dramatic display of forced politeness, he’d demand. And even though he was in no place to make demands when everything he received was free, she was weak willed and tender hearted… she didn’t take to being yelled at well, and it would end one of two ways either leaving her upset in the walk-in where she would try to pick up the pieces, or yelling indignantly right back at him. Neither seemed good when the evening had just begun. “Strawberry Banana shake it is and more fries… coming right up,” she said, watching his reaction closely. It seemed to have been a mission of hers to find shake flavors he wouldn’t appreciate, just to punish him when he decided to be an asshole and take her kindness for granted… maybe he wasn’t to keen on the idea of strawberry banana… maybe she hit the jackpot and could load more ammunition into her proverbial gun. With a wink and a smile, she turned on her heels, moving back into the kitchen where she noted her coworker playing a game on his phone. Her eyes brows rose at him, but it was her tapping foot that caught his attention and ad him scrambling to his feet. Earning a quiet laugh, she motioned to the fryer, and he rolled his eyes as he went about making another batch of fries. “Its not my job to feed your boyfriend Kira,” he jested, moving and nudging her side with his elbow as she started to work on the milkshake. “Oh, because it’s my job to wait on your three girlfriends hand and foot when they come in huh?” she teased back, wiggling her eyebrows playfully. His hand lifted to his chest as if he had ben hurt by her words, before laughing and shaking his head. “Exactly what I thought,” she laughed over the loud sound of the machine. Grabbing the tall milkshake glass, whipped cream and cherries, she poured the drink and looked back expectantly, offering a smile when she was presented with a plate of fries. “Thank you, you can go back to texting your ladies ya pimp.” she teased, quickly scooting out from the kitchen before he could the bright idea to slap her with a spatula like he had done once before. Moving back to the booth her red-headed ghost had occupied, she placed the fries in front of him, taking her seat across from him and gripping the milkshake tightly in her hands. “What do you say...” she teased, waiting for the begrudgingly forced ‘thank you’ she would receive, before she would relinquish the milkshake she had worked on. TAG: Solar/Damien! WORD COUNT: 947! OUTFIT: CLICK! NOTES: Mustache you a question!! CREDIT: NUTTERIE @ CAUTION 2.0
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Sitting there with his arms crossed, he couldn't help but grimance when she asked if it was hard. Fuck yes it was hard. Concidering he never once had to ask for things in his life. Whatever he use to want, he just took. And hell, it was almost like that here and now. There was just something about the way her eyes lit up when she starting to tease him, or how it seemed to make her bloody day when he was "polite" and used these "manners" she spoke of. Huffing through his nose, he could only imagine how Barrel and Shock would react to this. "You've no idea.," he mutter under his breath as she stood up.

They bantered a bit more, and still she stood there, leaving him fries and shakeless. He couldn't help but pout jestfully at her. It wasn't like he was going to starve, there was just nothing better than freshly dropped fries and something cold and chocolately to wash it down with. This was more like it. Their banter. Much better than her begging him to be prim and proper.

"Don't get your panties in a twist girly. I never said anything about actually outting you." He casually waved a hand at her in a weak attempt to get her to calm down. "This diner would lose a valuable customer if you ever went missing." He couldn't help but chuckle as she got all dramatic on him, even going as fair as to "faint" on the seat. Leaning a bit over the table to get a better look at her, he couldn't help the grin that was on his face. "Feel better Princess? If it really means that much to you, I suppose I can keep my mouth shut for you. But only you, ya hear? Any of your other co-workers or anything are are on their own."

When she giggled and finally sat up, he leaned back against his booth and smiled smugly at her. "Thought I had lost you there for a minute. Did you get it all out of your system, or do you need a moment longer?" At that she stood up and announced that his shake and fries were on their way. It wasn't until she started walking away that it clicked what she said. Strawberry Banana? Oh hell no. "You know better than to give me that! Chocolate woman, chocolate!" And in that moment, he was actually worried that she meant what she said.

The silence that followed before the sound of the blender and fryer started going had him sitting in his seat, blinking slowly as he silently prayed to whoever, or whatever was listening, that he wasn't going to get a strawberry banana shake. Those were for pussies. Or girls. But he supposed they fell under the "pussy" category as well.

Aw fuck him. Maybe he should have said please in a better tone? Or sooner? Shit, he didn't want the wrong shake. Groaning he let his head fall to the table with a small 'thunk' noise as the humdrum of cooking went about around him.

The sound of the plate sliding against the table made him shift a bit, but he kept his head firmly attached to the table. Then she started with the asking for formalities and he loudly groaned this time, letting her know it was against everything he ever stood for to be polite. "I'm not saying anything until I know you didn't give me the wrong shake." It was muffled by table and hair, but he stood- er, well, sat his ground as he awaited the answer that would either make or break his night.


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 Posted: Oct 27 2013, 02:50 PM
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The city never sleeps at Night She couldn’t help the eye roll she gave him when she approached the table, the way she felt a sarcastic clicking of her tongue as she shook her head. The way he was asking was reminiscent of children holding a hissy fit when they didn’t get what they wanted. Temper Tantrums came in many different forms, as Kira had learned over her time here, and what she was witnessing was classic. Sure, Damien could have had a loud angry fit, or he could be trying to guilt trip her with pouty lips and puppy eyes, there was even the possibility of him just giving her cold shoulder until she gave in and got him what he wanted, but he wasn’t being typical. He was doing the denial-ultimatum. Refusing to believe what he had been given and telling her she wouldn’t get what she wanted unless he got what he wanted. Drumming her fingers on the table, her eyes focused on the ginger who’s head seemed glued to the surface, she waited to see if he’d react any further. Though, something told Kira deep down that if she was going to play this game the two of them would sit in complete silence until his fries were cold and his shake was lukewarm and unappealing. And what would the point be then? All her work would have been for naught, the food would be wasted, and she’d be dealing with a pouty redheaded mystery customer who, even after talking many times she still didn’t know his name. DAMNIT! What did she have to do to get a name? Sighing, her eyes trained on him, she finally decided to end the game of who was more stubborn. Lifting a hand she took a few fries from the plate, wasting very little time to dip them in the shake she had brought him and raised a slim brow. “Never pegged you to be the dramatic type Michelangelo. Should I be looking out for you in the Theater District?” she jested, popping the fries in her mouth and making quite the show of eating them. If he wasn’t going to take advantage of her kindness in giving him free food, just because he MIGHT not get what he wanted, who was she to let good food go to waste? “If you’re not going to eat those, I might as well. Haven’t eaten for a bit and my break isn’t for another hour,” she explained with more than one intention. While it was true, maybe the threat of losing his precious fries would rouse him from his tantrum. Reaching her hand forward pulled the plate closer to her, taking the milkshake along with it, a soft and pleasant hum light in the air. Taking another handful of fries, humming a quiet tune as she kicked her legs back and forth slightly, she watched him closely. He still might take the bait of losing his food, realizing she was serious, but maybe he wouldn’t and this whole debacle would just continue. Kira was never one for being rude or forceful, she liked being energetic and happy, helping others and basically having a good time. But sometimes, someone needed to step up and thank her for doing her rather thankless job that was quite often taken for granted. Playing with a stand of her hair, most of which was up in a ponytail, she clicked her tongue again. “Ever think of not looking a gift horse in the mouth? I don’t know what it means specifically, I’ve heard other people say it, but shouldn’t you be thankful for what you get for free?” she questioned genuinely, her tone light with a hint of playfulness. Honestly, he was acting like a strawberry banana shake would be the end of the world for him… that his life would be in shambles. Something told her the Earth would keep turning though, and if he’d stop being such a drama queen he’d realize she hadn’t been as dastardly as he thought. “Oh yee of little faith” she added quickly, giggling to herself. TAG: Solar/Damien! WORD COUNT: 681! OUTFIT: CLICK! NOTES: Mustache you a question!! CREDIT: NUTTERIE @ CAUTION 2.0
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Head glued to the table, he didn't budge when she slid in across from him. Even with his head against the table, he could smell the fries. They taunted him, teased him. Ugh. She wasn't playing fair. Damn that woman. He huffed again, waiting to hear something, anything from the girl- some form of verbal confirmation that she didn't make him that overly sweet shake. He would drink it, because it's free; but that didn't mean he would enjoy it.

The only sound to reach his ears was the drumming of her fingers on the table and the usual humdrum of the diner. The clinging of cups on the table from the other customers that were there, shooting the shit to pass the time. Then in the background, there was ever steady drum of rain against the world outside.

When she finally sighed, he grinned against the table. He had managed to crack her a bit. Good. Because if this went on any longer he'd have cold fries and a wasted shake, because who the hell liked to drink them half melted? But what followed wasn't a "Yes Van Gogh, here is your shake just like you wanted." Instead she was being sassy and it made him grin even more. Chuckling lightly, he was about to comment when the sound of chewing caught his ears.

She was eating his fries.

Oh that was dirty. Sneaky. Underhanded. She just kept getting better and better, didn't she? Alright. Fine.

He shifted, pulling his arms back across the table the press against the edge. If she was going to play dirty then he supposed she deserved a thank you. It wasn't like it was something she did all the time. The overly bubbly red-head that she was. Pushing himself, he sat up in his seat and blinked a bit at the sudden change of light. Stupid floursencet lights. Running a hand through his hair he raised an eyebrow at the sight before him. "Pretty sure nobody cares about a horse. Food, however, speaks many languages."

Grinning at her, he crossed his arms across his chest. "You can have it, if you're hungry. I promise I won't waste away." A small shrug followed before he continued, "Plus I know you get the shitty shifts. Though," reaching a hand out, he wrapped it around the tall, chilled glass that was his shake and pulled it towards him, happily taking the straw in his mouth. "This is mine." With a smile on his face, he took a long inhale and relished in the delicousness that was blended ice cream.

"But to answer your question, I'm in the theater district every other day. Gotta keep my skills in shape somehow."


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The city never sleeps at Night Normally she wasn’t like this, cunning and sarcastic. It wasn’t who she was deep down. However, there were times when she knew she had to be a certain way, and after spending many a night catering to this elusive guys whims of milkshakes and fries, she had picked up a few things. Bubbly optimism wouldn’t always get her where she needed to go in life, so maybe she owed him a thank you. But on the same token, in doing so she’d probably be shooting herself in the foot. This guy, as much as he was a friend was still very much a stranger. And as trusting as she was, she didn’t need to let him know just how much she trusted him to have taken on a few deceptive personality traits here or there. Not yet at least, not until she had a name. Smirk glued on to her lips, slipping fries into her mouth slowly, she watched as he finally seemed to suck up the dramatics. If she had known he was going to be such a queen about the threat of a different shake she wouldn’t have done it. Though admittedly it was hilarious to watch and even more so to deal with, but she wasn’t the type to intentionally make her friends suffer. Which apparently, a free strawberry banana shake was reason enough to whine, something new in her book. Giggling like normal, her large smile brightening on her face, Kira was glad to see him opening up and no longer hiding his face like a pouting child. Offering a mock pout to him, her lower lip jutting out and giving a soft sniffle, she waited for his reaction. But like normal, the smile was too hard to keep from her lips and she broke seconds after she started the charade. She would never make for a good actress, she’d have too much fun to be serious… and something told her that she couldn’t break into giggles if ever given an upsetting scene. It would defeat the whole purpose. “Oh, why thank you, you kind soul or letting me have these fries I made. I would wither away into nothing without your selflessness,” she teased playfully, sliding a nothing fry into her mouth. Honestly she was happy he wasn’t up in arms though. She hadn’t eaten since earlier in the afternoon and with her break being a few hours away she was getting hungry. This was just was she wanted as a pick-me-up. Good company, a good laugh, and a bit of comfort food. She might not have needed it, but having it she really didn’t want to give it up. “You should know I would never let my Donatello waste away into nothingness,” she chirped with a smile, giving a playful wink to him. “What would I do without these lovely visits?” she questioned with a laugh. Slowly her eyes moved around the diner, and she sighed head hanging low for a moment. “I know what I’d do… get forced into a conversation with Mr. Kinders and get obnoxiously hit on.” she sighed, leaning back in the booth. As much as she liked her job, that was one aspect she could do without. “So, yeah, no letting you waste away if I can help it.” she laughed playfully. TAG: Solar/Damien! WORD COUNT: 584! OUTFIT: CLICK! NOTES: Sorry its so short D:!! CREDIT: NUTTERIE @ CAUTION 2.0
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There was something about coming to this diner. Be it the fact that it was a twenty-four hour diner. Or that they didn't care how long you sat there as long as you bought at least something. Damien was pretty sure it was because of the red-headed waitress that sat across from him with a smirk upon her lips, trying her hardest not to crack and become overcome with giggles. Apparently he was rubbing off on her, and even though he was nothing like her, she was able to put her own little twist to it and it fit her just right. That was a good thing, considering she was one of his favorite waitresses when he came here.

"You're learning well young grasshoppa. Though you really need to work on that whole straight faced thing."

Grinning he took a long inhale on his straw and raised an eyebrow as she started giggling. She was completely opposite from him, but he didn't mind it. There was something there about her that caught his attention, and it had nothing to do with the free food she gave him either. Whatever it was he didn't want her to change it.

Letting the straw out of his mouth long enough to huff at her comment he shook his head as he rolled his eyes at her. "You make it seem like I come in and work you to the bone." Taking another slurp from his straw he licked his lips. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were smitten with me, the way you spoil me." He chuckled as he snuck a couple fries for himself. He was still hungry, but he'd hit up a convenience store later for a bag of chips or something. If the girl was hungry, she needed to eat.

With a smirk he leaned back in his booth, crossing his arms against his chest. "So what you're trying to tell me is I'm your knight in black armor, is that it?" Reaching out he grabbed a hold of his glass and stuck the straw back in his mouth as he took more of the cold treat in for himself. He she wanted to tease him, he could return the favor. Besides, she just admitted that he was better conversation than the other creeps that came into this joint.

Sitting his glass back on the table, he leaned back in the booth and took to staring out the window, watching the large raindrops pelt against the glass. "You could always be like the other waitresses and hide in the back. though I think they honestly do more back there than 'hide' from the guest out here." Shifting his eyes to look at her from the corner of his eyes, he gave his head a small shake. "But then you wouldn't be you and I would have a problem with that. You make this place more tolerable."


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The city never sleeps at Night She couldn’t help the roll of her eyes as Damien acted like some bit of him were rubbing off on her. Sure he was a devious creature and from what she had seen of him he didn’t exactly play by the rules. But this little joke had nothing to do with what she was learning from her favorite customer. She was naturally playful at heart, liked to joke around and even sometimes pull innocent pranks like saying she’ll switch certain milkshake flavors just to get a reaction. To see what would happen, who he would do. Though, back in the pridelands such activity wasn’t really smiled upon as much as it was here. Or even as much as it was showing across the devious grin on his lips! Though regardless of the place it never seemed to stop her. It was just too much fun, and being more socially acceptable in the city only seemed to enhance that part of her. As much as she wanted to protest though, to sarcastically huff and roll her eyes, make more of a spectacle of herself for the ginger to laugh at, she couldn’t help the smile that broke out over her face. She never had a good poker face; that much was obvious. The way the urge to laugh bubbled in her throat and a quiet little giggle escaped. Even a hand, lifted to cover her lips, couldn’t stop it and she was left to just shake her head at herself and blush a light shade of pink. There was no hiding when she did something particularly… pranky. The only reason she didn’t just burst out laughing the second she set the glass down had been because of the tantrum he was throwing—it had been her only saving grace. And what little saving it had actually done. So really, there was just no fighting a losing battle. She could complain to him, but all it would do was make him in turn roll his eyes and discount her… and they’d be trapped in a never ending loop. It was best to just drop it, a nod of her head in agreement as soon as her blush subsided. “Oh yes, so entirely smitten that the moment I see you walk through the doors my heart flutter in my chest,” she started dramatically, clasping her hands in front of her and purposely over exaggerating her eyelash flutter. Giving a long sigh, placing the back of her hand to her forehead and a damsel-esque fashion, she looked to him. “You make the butterflies tickle my stomach, the breath catch in my lungs and make me feel like I’m walking on air… and with just one look I am sent swooning… wanting only to bribe you into loving me by giving you fries and shakes.” she continued, her voice like a starry-eyed lovesick girl. She gave a giggle and shook her head, the façade (like most others), falling and leaving her a quietly giggling mess on the booth bench. “T-Tell me,” she started between breaths, “is it working? Do you love me yet? I don’t know what I’d do without my knight in black armor in my life,” she finished, a soft snort escaping. A blush colored her cheeks as she continued to laugh, a hand covering her mouth. She hadn’t quite expected that to be as funny from how she heard it in her head compared to out loud. Taking a long moment to calm herself down, watching as her friend sipped at his milkshake and eating a few fries here or there, Kira slowly caught her breath. The red from her cheeks dissipated, though from lack of air or embarrassment she couldn’t quiet figure out, and the giggles faded into the air around the diner. Slowly her blue eyes looked around to make sure she hadn’t disturbed any customers, and when none seemed too angry, she looked back to her friend and raised a brow. “And do tell, good sir, what else could they be doing back there?” she asked in an almost accusing tone. Oh, she knew what he meant, had seen it first hand during her first week of late shifts, but letting him know that wasn’t part of the game. Though the return of the blush probably gave it away, and she diverted her eyes from him. Suddenly, she couldn’t look him in the eye… the topic making her more than nervous and uncomfortable. Clearing her throat she stood up, flashing him a quick smile before grabbing the near empty plate of fries. “I’ma go drop another basket and check the other guests. Try not to stare too hard Van Gough. I’d tell you to take a picture cause it’d last longer, but you already have one in the works don’t you,” she teased with a playful wink, hinting towards the sketch she had seen earlier in the night. With a playful laugh she quickly skipped away. TAG: Solar/Damien! WORD COUNT: 828! OUTFIT: CLICK! NOTES: She got so playful... what even Kira CREDIT: NUTTERIE @ CAUTION 2.0
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In his times of coming to visit, he was growing accustomed to the bubbly personality that was Kira. She certainly took to him better than the other waitresses- she actually acknowledged him when he walked through the door and sat down. How their relationship came to that of her giving him free food, he wasn't sure. As it was, he didn't mind in the beginning- free food is glorious. But as the time went on, and he worked on filling his pockets even more, he would leave behind bigger and better tips for her. Sometimes it would be enough to cover the bill, other times (and the more it passed) he would leave her with something that was better than just a tip. Large bills would be left on the table, and he knew she appreciated it, even if she didn't say much of it.

As it was, tonight would be another of those nights. He would end up staying the shift with her, not wanting to go and try to find a place to sleep in the downpour of rain. It wouldn't be the first, or the last, time he would have pulled an all-nighter in this diner of hers.

He could only grin as she rolled her eyes and played her little role. She was adorable when she tried so hard, he would have to admit that. Even if it made him feel all weird inside. Other girls, especially Shock, just made him turn his nose up. But Kira- she seemed to have wiggled past his defenses somehow. Maybe it was the free food. "You may want to get that looked at if that's the case. Probably coming down with something I'd say." He grinned as he took the straw back in his mouth. An eyebrow was raised as she asked him if he felt the same way. He always felt sick when people mentioned things like that. Chuckling as he chewed on the end of his straw, he looked up at her as she looked away from him. he was a night now? Oh how the other two could laugh in his face. Oh well, it wouldn't matter. They wouldn't know.

Pointing out how she was the one he came to the diner for, he could only grin as she asked what the others do back there. "Trust me, you don't wanna know. It's amazing how anyone wants to eat here half the time."

Keeping his attention mainly focused on the milkshake before him, his eyes looked over at the other guests who were starting to quiet down. Apparently Kira caught onto it too as she slipped from her seat and offered him another basket of fries as she refreshed their drinks. He was about to comment on how he would be alright, but when she finished talking he only shut his mouth and grimaced at her. So she did see what he was working on. Fuck. Ugh women were so fucking complicated.

"Yeah, yeah- whatever. Go do your job for a change," he mumbled into his shake. Well that was new.


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