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Post by arun on Oct 18, 2009 10:07:18 GMT
She blinked, supprised and silent for the first time really. The red-head stared at Ben, and for a moment, just a moment, her wall slipped and she looked lost. Then her wall was back and she smirked. "Here." She peeled her hands off the cup and extended them towards Ben, not realising that she was biting her lip as she looked at him.
The New York Times sitting on the edge of the table caught her attention and it took her a moment to realise why. The date. Today was the day she'd always marked her birthday, not that she cared really, but it was strange to realise she was eighteen today. She could vote now. "Heh."
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Post by ayden2 on Oct 18, 2009 11:18:29 GMT
His hands slowly moved onto hers; fingers delicately tracing the back of her palm as he moved closer to examine them. The skin looked to be burnt underneath the bandages, but the strange thing was, they both appeared to be burnt in the exact same position. He looked up at Jordon, to catch her eye for a few moments, before he looked back down rather awkwardly. "What caused this?" He then noticed that she was looking at the paper on the table, and noticed she made a slight laughing sound as she looked upon it. He narrowed his eyebrows in curiosity. There was certainly alot to this girl that he wanted to learn more about.
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Post by arun on Oct 19, 2009 1:17:37 GMT
She stiffened at his touch, not because it hurt, but because no one had touched her with anything other then a closed fist in longer then she could remember. She looked at him, not realizing that her expression was slipping into the same expression that was on his face. "Playing Star Wars." She answered without thinking, then blushed slightly. "Er, sort of." It was the best answer that she had, without saying that she was a mutant, but it sounded stupid. Not that she usually cared what she said.
She saw Ben look confused at her laugh and smiled at him. "It's my birthday. I hadn't even realized." She didn't suppose it was even her real birthday, but today was the day she'd always celebrated it.
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Post by ayden2 on Oct 19, 2009 1:46:35 GMT
His eyebrow raised at the mention of her playing Star Wars. He let out a rather loud laugh as he leaned back in his chair and joked around. "Hah! You get stabbed through the hand by Darth Maul?" Problem was, he had no idea that he was quite close to the dot. Leaning forward, he took another sip of his coffee before his eyes widened at her mentioning his birthday. "Give me a second...Hey Jack! Is that piano being used?" Jack at the counter merely shrugged and smiled to Ben, knowing he'd probably want to play it. Benjamin smiled and made his way towards the piano on the stage, Jordon would most likely follow him as he sat down at the piano.
"I know it's not much, but it is the best I can do..." He began to play the typical Happy Birthday theme that you hear at every single birthday party you will ever go to. Benjamin sang happy birthday whilst rather expertly playing on the piano...A smile on his face as he did so.
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Post by arun on Oct 19, 2009 4:16:24 GMT
She got up and followed him curiously, unsure of what they were doing, and thinking about his comment. It was almost scary, how dead on he was. Although she considered herself cooler then Darth Maul. When he sat down at the piano and started playing she blushed a deep red, looking around and trying to figure out how she could get away from this. But he had a good voice, and she wasn't sure if she'd ever been sung to, so she smiled.
While he was playing, Jordan eyes him curiously. He was cute, at least her opinion... Hey, stop it. She told herself quickly. He was older, and probobly not interested in her. She sure wouldn't blame him. But still.
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Post by ayden2 on Oct 20, 2009 0:50:10 GMT
Benjamin finished on the piano, and recieved a warm reception from not only Jack but the small minority of people in the cafe/bar at the time. He smiled to the people before getting up and going back to Jordon. He slowly walked down the stairs, a smile on his face as he reached her; before he took a small bow. He sat back down next to her, not really saying anything, probably because he didn't know what to say.
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Post by arun on Oct 20, 2009 1:00:14 GMT
Jordan smiled at him, a true, warm smile. She sat down next to him, looking more comfortable then before. Plus, he'd bowed to her. That was definatly a first for her, and to her own supprise she loved the feeling. She rested her hands on the thighs of her dirty jeans. They used to be blue, but it was harder to tell now. "Thanks." She whipered. She found herself wanting to lean against him, but forced herself not to act on the urge. She wasn't that kind of girl.
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Post by ayden2 on Oct 20, 2009 5:20:23 GMT
He didn't know why, but he felt the urge to put his arm around her. They didn't even say anything to each other, apart from her thank you. They were sitting together, formerly complete strangers. Benjamin lifted his right arm and put it around her in a slow motion, but the funny thing was, it wasn't even in those stupid 'yawn' tricks, he just casually put his arm around her, before looking at her and smile faintly.
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Post by arun on Oct 20, 2009 6:00:59 GMT
Jordan's eyes widened, and she fought the urge to scramble away from him, while also fighting the urge to lean in closer to him. She leaned backwards, still completely unsure of herself and what was happening. But it didn't feel wrong, just new. And rather strange, she'd met him less then an hour ago. The red-head mutant girl looked over at him, and smiled faintly back at him. "So... your other girlfrinds?" She asked softly, one eyebrow raised.
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Post by ayden2 on Oct 20, 2009 11:34:43 GMT
"All on the other side of the planet...I'm that bad of a boyfriend." He laughed to himself as he ran with the joke; it was obviously utterly untrue, he has only ever had one girlfriend in his time. Turning to her, he winked as he returned the question. "What about you? Any psychotic ex-boyfriends I should be aware of?"
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Post by arun on Oct 20, 2009 15:14:09 GMT
"Oh, well I'm warned." She said, laughing silently. "At least they won't be walking in and catching..." She couldn't say 'us'. She hadn't ever been an 'us'. She wasn't sure this was an 'us'. So she trailed of, looking at him. "Well, becides the random guys I've gotten into fights with, no." She suspected that Ben had had a couple more dates then she had, but probobly not the number he was claiming. She sighed and leaned against him, emotions winning her over.
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Post by ayden2 on Oct 21, 2009 4:37:48 GMT
"You get into fights with boys??" Ben's eyebrow raised as he heard her talk about fights wih guys. Maybe that was how she got the injuries, the black eye and the hand injuries. This girl was a complete mystery to him, and yet, he felt for some reason that he should try and understand her. She was obviously warming to him; or maybe she was just happy to have someone's arm around her, who knows?
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Post by arun on Oct 21, 2009 4:47:29 GMT
"Er... yes." She said, nodding slowly. "There's more drunk guys out there then girls, although I'm not really picky." What she didn't add was that she liked fighting guys more because they hit harder. Her hand darted up automatically to feel her black eye, shivering slightly as her fingers probed the bruise. She forced her hand back down, realising that even right now she wanted to poke it harder. God, you're sick. The realization hit her yet again and she stood up suddently, scrambling away from Ben. She backed up, eyes wide and found herself stopped as she hit the table.
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Post by ayden2 on Oct 21, 2009 4:57:43 GMT
It all happened so fast, she had a minor freak out. Ben didn't even know what he did that was wrong, he sort of stood up, hand trying to reach her as she stood away. "Hey...Hey, what's wrong?" He didn't know what to do, what was the girl so ashamed/terrified of? Did he do something wrong? Maybe he shouldn't of put his arm around her.
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Post by arun on Oct 21, 2009 5:10:16 GMT
She looked at him, green eyes wide. She looked like the scared little girl that she'd been what seemed like ages ago. The mutant gripped at the table behind her, sending pain shooting up her arms. "No!" She gasped, pushing herself away from the table and leaving spots of blood behind. Not caring that she was probobly making a scene, Jordan looked up at Ben. She was close, but not quite touching him. "You've got to help me. You've got to stop me." She said desperately. Jordan was so sick of this. So sick of pretending that she wasn't sick, didn't need help, couldn't change. She was going to burn, and she was scared.
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