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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Mar 22, 2012 17:13:52 GMT -5
The only thing that Arthur hated more than France was the French, and he was bumping into more than a handful of them in Paris. He honestly didn’t care much for trends either, so why he picked fashion week of all weeks to travel was still beyond him. One may wonder why a person who has no interest in fashion and strongly disliked the French would travel to the country to begin with. It certainly was a mystery.
As lovely as London was, and it was lovely, Arthur found he needed a change of pace. There were too many people talking in his ears at work and he was up to said ears in papers he’d yet to complete. At least here the only pain his ears had to endure was a dreadful language and the awful accent that accompanied it. Although one probably wouldn’t hear the Brit admit to his dislike of the French directly unless they caught him in a bad mood or drunk. In other words, one was very likely to hear it if they chose to spend an hour or more with him.
If there was one nice thing that could be said about the French however, it would be that their pastries could only be rivalled by British cuisine. Superior in both texture and flavour. But since they weren’t available in the small café the escargot was a welcomed replacement. He spell checked his latest chapter on the brick that he called his laptop, as he did every fifteen minutes or so then closed it after saving the draft. Even with the annoying, nasally accents surrounding him it was nice to be able to find a place where he could enjoy simply not being able to stress. His problems were over an hour away after all so even if it were urgent there would be nothing he could do about it.
With his laptop closed he stood up to order another cup of tea, a rather contented look replaced his usual slight frown. Although that didn’t last long when he bumped into someone standing closer to his table than he thought they should have been. “Terribly sorry.” He said, not sounding apologetic in the least, it was probably their fault after all.
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Post by prussia on Mar 23, 2012 15:14:37 GMT -5
Maria inhaled the scents of Paris and grinned widely, spreading her arms out as if to embrace the sun and atmosphere of the French city. She hadn’t been here in years, the only time being for a business trip to shoot some political event that she had forgotten about already, but that didn’t matter. She was in Paris. Maybe she could find some sort of forbidden love here.
The woman cackled in amusement at the thought, earning startled stares from the citizens around her, but she didn’t notice as she bounced down the street. Her favorite silver purse hit against her hip as she took in the sights, amazing and awed at how beautiful it was, and she drew to a stop when she spotted an adorable little café. Tilting her head, Maria quickly changed her mind about her current course of adventure and changed direction, weaving her way through the customers.
Her path was interrupted when someone bumped into her from behind, and she quickly turned to pin a fierce crimson glare on whoever had knocked into her. Maria blinked when she took a good look at the man, staring at his facial features openly – especially his…were those eyebrows? – and she started to grin, her thoughts diverted once more.
“What’s that on your face, man? Shit, I never knew caterpillars could take the place of your eyebrows. Kesesese! But you look cute with them, don’t worry about that!” Maria winked cheekily at him, far more amused by this than she probably should have been.
[ Hope you don't mind me jumping in this XD Maria couldn't resist ]
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Mar 26, 2012 7:31:42 GMT -5
Originally Arthur was caught off guard by the red-eyed glare which couldn’t possibly be her natural colour. Of course not. It was fashion week after all and her eye colour was far from the most outrageous accessory he’d seen this week. If it was shock factor she was going for she’d need to invest in a few more tattoos and piercings first.
A rather heated flush rose quickly to the Brit’s cheeks where it would probably remain for an inconveniently long period. It wasn’t his fault that his eyebrows were they way they were and he’d attempted to maintain them in the past. And being ‘cute’ couldn’t possibly have been means as a compliment; that made it an insult. Possibly the worst thing about the woman though was that he couldn’t blame her attitude on her being French, she was clearly just a bitch.
“I refuse to dignify that with an answer.” His response didn’t come out quite as detached as he would have liked it to have. Clearly he was not as amused as she seemed to be and it irritated Arthur that she was sniggering at his expense when he hadn’t so much as introduced himself, not that he was planning on doing so now that she had insulted him on two different levels.
“But if I were you I wouldn’t dress up like a Twilight character in public. It’s not fashionable.”
(Of course not! >u< )
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Post by prussia on Apr 1, 2012 21:23:31 GMT -5
Maria just laughed at his response, her grin a practical copy of the Cheshire cat as she turned fully towards him with her head tilted slightly. “Well, well, well, aren’t you snippy? Kesesesese, you’re just proving how cute you are!” She cooed softly, almost condescendingly, amusement in her features as she leaned closer to the man. “Have you had your coffee yet? Or perhaps you want some tea? With milk? Eh?” The woman reached forward to cup his cheeks, her lips turning up into a crafty smirk. “Maybe you need to take a nap, ja ja?”
At the comparison to a Twilight character – why would she want to dress up like a shitty character from that good for nothing series in the first place? She was too awesome for that – Maria only scoffed as she shook her head, tossing her silver hair over her shoulder haughtily. “Ha! As if! This is my own awesome fashion! Something you apparently don’t have.” Her tone was a bit snappy as her eyes trailed over his figure, lingering on the sweater vest. “Especially if you wear this.”
The Prussian woman reached forward to trail a finger across the collar of his shirt, pausing for just a moment, before smirking once more. “I have to say it fits though. Kesesese.” That same hand was held out, a challenge in the crimson of her gaze. “Maria Beilschmidt, Augenbrauen.”
Augenbrauen = Eyebrows
[ Short and crappy reply is short and crappy. And I'm sorry she's such a bitch pffff. ]
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Apr 3, 2012 5:58:43 GMT -5
There was absolutely nothing cute about him! And Arthur found that he wasn’t feeling all too comfortable with her leaning close to him the way she was. In fact, he felt quite the opposite. He was about to retort and tell her to move it, but suddenly he found his cheek cupped between long fingers and a flush immediately broke out across his fact; be it from anger or embarrassment it didn’t matter. “Let go!” He snapped, slapping her hand away from his face with a rather horrified glare which may have had quite the effect on her if she wasn’t so conceited.
It seemed as though he’d struck some nerve behind that huge, arrogant mask of hers. The fact that she needed to defend herself rather haughtily amused him as well, but then of course she jumped straight back to insulting him. “Cheers.” He scoffed, stepping back to get away from the insane woman, but his path was blocked of course by his table. Despite everything, he still blamed the French. “I’m so sorry, but it’s not in my interest to take fashion advice from a vampire.” He childishly clung to his first insult since it seemed to bother her the first time. If it works, why change it?
He looked sceptically at that hand, wondering if some harm would befall on him once he took it. Determined to be the bigger person and, somehow, finding their banter just a little amusing, at least on his side, he took that hand firmly. “Arthur Kirkland.”
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