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Post by oscar xavier emerson on May 28, 2012 10:05:53 GMT -5
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since arranging to meet winnie for drinks, oz couldn't lie it had sort of been the only thing on his mind in-between inking people's skin and such. it had been awhile since a girl around crystal lake had actually caught his attention so quickly, they'd just seemed to click so well over an im chat and well it was the first time a girl had seemed to share so many of the same interests and opinions that oz had. so meeting her for drinks was certainly something that was occupying oz mind, he'd spent most of the day barely concentrating on the sketches he was meant to be drawing up, because his mind had this habit of drifting to think about the drinks with winnie. his friends at work had even started to flick things at him when it looked like he was drifting off into his own little world. oz hadn't dared tell them what it was that had him so distracted, the guys at the shop were like kids and would have just teased him about his 'date' the whole time.
it was safe to say though that oz wasted no time once he was done with work, getting back o his apartment and starting his attempt at being ready for meeting winnie at warp speed club. "fuck.." he mumbled to himself as he started to look through his closet and pick out something to wear. so if anyone really knew oz they would known that his closet was one of the most important things to him, his clothes are just as meaningful to him as his art work. it might make him sound gay, but oz had no problem in admitting that he loved to get new clothes. especially it it was shirts or bow ties, two of his most important clothing choices. tonight though he wanted to be a little more casual, clubs weren't always the rig place for a bow tie. grabbing what he first put his hands on, and tossed it on the bed whilst he went and took a quick shower. as he was dressing, oz's eyes took a quick wander over to the clock and decided he was doing pretty good time, he had about half hour to be ready and get there.
adjusting this beanie hat just slightly, oz wandered out of his room, walking into the open plan area of the apartment. the place wasn't massive, but it had character and that was what had made oz put the offer in for the place. it wasn't like he needed a tonne of room, it was just him and his cat, who half the time was too antisocial to even be in the apartment. for once though the little ginger cat was perched on the back not the arm chair watching him carefully. "hey there weasly" oz smiled as he scratched the cat behind the ear. "wish me luck, huh" laughing slightly as the cat just moved and slinked off, oz grabbed his keys and left the apartment. five or so minutes later and oz was outside warp speed, that was the other plus side to his apartment it wasn't really too far away from anything. looking around he couldn't see winnie outside, so decided to head on in. "hi, can i get a beer please" oz sat himself on one of the stools at the bar, it was a pretty good place to see if he could spot winnie coming into the club.
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Post by winifred hazel england on May 29, 2012 3:43:03 GMT -5
She was nervous at best, meeting up with someone she’d only ever talked to through the internet was nerve racking for anyone. If he turned out to be completely different to whom she thought he was, she wasn’t sure how she’d even be able to react. He’d seemed completely genuine during their short conversation; he’d seemed to actually show an interest in getting to know who she was, and not just what she was capable of between the sheets of a bed. Conversation had slipped by so easily, and they both seemed to hold similar qualities and thoughts about life, and every day matters, from their artistic sides, to their feelings when it came to how people are around others. She’d enjoyed it, but was telling herself not to get her hopes up about anything. There was always going to be something wrong with someone who seemed to perfect over the internet. Although a part of her wanted to completely believe that he was as genuine as he seemed. She’d been slightly distracted at work, partly hoping that he might actually show his face in the place, she’d been keeping an eye out for him – just in case. But alas, he hadn’t, and if he had, she hadn’t been working. Tonight though, she was finally going to be able to put a proper face between the name, Oscar.
She peeled through her clothes in the closet, looking through the dresses, and jeans, sorting between things that were far to dressy to be worn out on a casual night of drinks, to dresses that were more suited to proper dates. Finally though, she settled on a simple pair of off white high waisted shorts, a thin brown belt that looped through the straps and a loose fitting cream silk blouse. She grabbed a black short sleeved, thin, knit cardigan and slid that over her arms, and pulled on a pair of black gladiator sandals. It definitely wasn’t overly dressy, but enough that she wouldn’t stand out in a place that was bound to eventually fill up with scantily clad women. Her hair was down and about her face in loose curls, and a light layer of makeup that didn’t take away from her natural glow. She was basically ready to go, but not without those nervous butterflies flitting about in her stomach, and what ifs that filled her mind.
Finally though, she was able to leave the house comfortable in what she’d picked out to wear. She clutched a small purse in her hand, her keys stuffed within, and made her way to warp speed in the small car she owned. The club wasn’t far, and within ten or so minutes she finally made her way inside the building. Flashing a small smile to the bouncer at the door she headed for the bar. He was there, of course, which made her feel even more awkward. She hadn’t considered whether she’d be late or not, but she had assumed she was running well on time. Heaving a breath, she brushed a nervous hand through her hair before she made her way over to him. Oscar, right? a smile fell over her lips, and her hand fell upon his shoulder giving it a friendly squeeze before she took a seat beside him at the bar, angling her body more towards his as she waved the bar tender over. just a black Russian, please she slid her eyes back to Oscar how are you? she asked, a little unsure of how to go about conversation. Meeting people was always an awkward situation for her, but usually they ended quite well.
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Post by oscar xavier emerson on May 29, 2012 10:38:21 GMT -5
sugar we're going down swinging , [atrb=style, background: #373737; border: dashed #ffffff 4px; border-radius:50px 0px 50px 0px;] [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border: dashed #ffffff 3px; width: 400px; height: 500px; float: left; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 20px; padding-bottom: 25px; padding-top: 25px;]
oscar hadn't wanted to say that tonight was a date with winnie, just because well they had only agreed to drinks so it wasn't like it was a full on date. something that oz really had not had much practice in lately. work had him so busy that it was pretty hard to find the spare time and what spare time he did get was usually spent doing photography or chilling down at the beach catching the surf when he could. so yeah it felt like he was a little bit rusty at the whole dating thing, so for now to keep his nerves in check he was just thinking about it as a drinks with a friend. since they had hit it off so well though, oz was not too nervous about it, from what he could gather, winnie was the sort of girl that he would definitely be friends with and well she was probably the prettiest girl he had seen around crystal lake for awhile. his charm had seemed to work out again for him too, which was always a plus side to life.
oz didn't really try to be over the top of it and usually most of what he was saying was just honest, but hey it had always helped him out with the girls to be able to switch a little quirky charm on. sitting himself down at the bar, oscar drummed his fingers lightly along the surface of the counter, his eyes drifting to look around the club. the place was quiet, a few people were sat in the booths having drinks and the dj seemed to be setting up and readying himself for when more people showed up to party the night away. oscar was often out at warp speed, being that it was the only decent club around it was were a lot of the locals would be to hanging out. slipping the money to the bar tender, oz picked up the cold beer and sipped on it, glad for the cold drink after the heat of the day. his mind wandered for a little, before his attention was brought back to the club as he heard his name being said.
looking up a smile drifted across his lips as his dark green eyes met with the the blue pair that were looking at him, feeling her hand lightly on his shoulder before she sat down. "yeah that would be me and so i guess that means you are winnie" oscar adjusted himself a little on the stool so that he was facing toward her,"it's nice to finally meet you", if he was being honest her im picture hand not really done justice, if he wasn't convinced before he certainly was now that she was the prettiest girl he had seen in a long time. "you look really pretty by the way" he complimented her, before glancing back at the bartender, "add that to my tab please" with that said his eyes fell back onto winnie, the smile still playing with the corner of his lips. "i'm very good, finally getting a bit of a break from work. been pretty manic there this week" oscar answered before taking another sip of his beer. "how about you? i hope work and studying has been going well for you" now that she was here oscar felt himself relaxing, almost feeling foolish for being nervous about this.
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Post by winifred hazel england on May 30, 2012 5:59:55 GMT -5
It was definitely relieving to see him there, while her nerves had driven her to worry about the authenticity of the man, seeing him here in the flesh, that friendly smile greeting her – she was immediately relaxed. She settled into the stool next to him, her eyes meeting his a moment with a small smile as she listened to him talk. it’s a pleasure to meet you too, oz. she leaned into the bar a little, reaching for her glass as the bartender set it down and took a calming sip, before her eyes sought out his again thankyou she added lightly, as he offered to pay. He was courteous even then, and still he held that charm about him. Perhaps it was the friendly smile, or just that she did feel incredibly comfortable around him. It wasn’t as though they’d had to force conversation before, and she was sure neither of them were going to have to force it now in person – though she wondered if her confidence would hold up long enough for her to make it through the night without some ridiculous stuttering, or blushing. But one compliment had already left his lips, and she was already biting back a small grin of delight at hearing his kind words.
you look… she couldn’t put her finger on the word right away as she looked him over, the rugged smart appearance seemed to be unique to him, something he could own with no problem you look different with a shirt on she smiled, her mind drifting back to the image of him without that shirt, the tattoos that lined his skin, and her eyes were drawn momentarily to his chest, before she lifted her eyes back up to his face you look great, handsome as ever she added finally. Licking her lips she took another sip from her glass, a light crimson blush spreading over her cheeks as she sucked in a small breath, before she turned more towards him, listening to him; not just watching him, actually listening.
I wish work and study was keeping me as busy, but finals are over at college, and we’re just finishing up a few things at the moment – summer is here after all, so I’m looking forward to a bit of a break from that… work on the other hand she shrugged lightly and cast him a soft gaze work will hopefully be picking up, but I guess I can’t complain. The less hours I have, the more time I actually have to write... and I’m hoping I’ll find my muse this summer, maybe I’ll find my inspiration to get something actually done. with the drink in her hand, and the pleasant company here with her, she knew it was going to be a good night. Already she felt as though she didn’t have to try – faking it certainly wasn’t something she ever had to do, she liked being able to hold her own with someone, and actually be herself. so, have you been drawing a lot? Doing a lot of tattoos? she asked lightly, her eyes falling a moment to his hands, and the small glimpses of inked skin that she could see on his wrists. how many do you actually have? Just curious of course, I’ve never really seen that many tattoos close up… unless you count the few bikers who come into the diner, but usually they’re those really awful ones that they had done in prison she smiled a little yours though, well, they look good from what I saw in your picture... as small as it may have been. she grinned softly, resting her chin on her hand.
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Post by oscar xavier emerson on May 31, 2012 9:51:06 GMT -5
sugar we're going down swinging , [atrb=style, background: #373737; border: dashed #ffffff 4px; border-radius:50px 0px 50px 0px;] [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border: dashed #ffffff 3px; width: 400px; height: 500px; float: left; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 20px; padding-bottom: 25px; padding-top: 25px;]
really there was no reason to have been getting generous and other thinking the whole thing, of course she was going to show up, after all she had certainly not come across as the kind of girl that would stand someone up, when they had been chatting on im. nonetheless oz was very happy when she appeared in front of him, he'd been looking forward to these drinks so much that it was nice to finally be happening and already it felt very relaxed, there was no pressure at all and that was something oz liked. "well thanks" he nodded a little, his hand moving to adjust his beanie again, a habit that he had never been able to kick was adjusting hats when he wore them. "not a problem at all, drinks are on me for tonight" oz smiled softly at her, before bringing the beer to his lips and taking another swing of the cold liquid. obviously his eyes had subtly run over winnie when she had sat down and well if he was honest no photo would have done her justice, she was extremely beautiful and oz really was baffled by the fact he had never noticed her around town before.
his eyebrow quirked slightly as she began to say something about his appearance, this oz was a little nervous about, not everyone really got his sense of style but he had liked to hope tonight that he had toned it down enough for the club that it didn't make him stand out in a bad way. a light chuckle passed through his lips at her mention of him having a shirt on, "well i thought that coming shirtless might have been a little odd to a club, don't think the bouncers would have let me in" after all, there seemed to be a misconception that people heavily tattooed were likely to start trouble, so oz kept them reasonably covered up on nights out. scratching his beard lightly, oz felt himself smiling again as she complimented him. "thanks, that was what i had been aiming for" his eyes met with hers for a moment before she turned away to sip on her drink. it really was great how easy things seemed to be with winnie. already they were just chatting like they'd known each other for awhile, it was a nice feeling.
"ah yeah i forgot that summer was close for students, seems like forever since i was in your position doing finals" he nodded slightly, "well not that im really old or anything, it was only a couple of years ago" oz defended himself slightly, not wanting winnie to think that he was some older per or something like that. "having break is always a good thing, i could do with one soon too" oz had been working solidly for the last few months that he really couldn't remember the last time he took week off and just did what he wanted. "true, don't wish for work to get too busy, trust me it isn't as fun as it sounds" finishing his beer, oz nodded at the bartender for another one. "that would be great if you found that muse, always helps to have something that can really inspire you to write something that you'll love" it was great talking about creative stuff, it was obviously a passion they both shared and an important part of their lives. "work has been hectic for me if im honest, i've been tattooing nearly six hours every day for the last couple of months, i mean i really do love it, but im sensing the need for a bit of time off" he angled himself a little to lean on the bar as he faced winnie, "my drawing has been a little lax lately cause of work, i have to draw what the client wants, so i haven't worked on my own stuff for awhile" he paused for a moment, thinking over her question of how many he actually had. "if im honest i've sort of lost count, one of the biggest pieces though is my japanese sleeve" oz slipped off the jacket he was wearing to reveal the half of the sleeve you could see with his shirt rolled up and held it out so that winnie could see.
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