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James ([info]jamesownsit) wrote in [info]halcyon_halls,
@ 2008-06-21 23:35:00

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Entry tags:ayolinda, james

Week Twelve: Friday
Who: James and Ayolinda
When: Friday Afternoon
Where: The Nail Salon

Certainly he was not the only man at this school that cared about his appearance. It was definitely starting to seem as such. James was at the salon at least once per week to have his hair trimmed and at the nail salon at least once a week as well for a pedicure and a manicure. All the times that he had been, he had yet to ever see another man there and the women all acted shocked the first time or two that he had visited. Honestly, what age were they living in? A man's nails and hair was just as important as any woman's. Strange, but who was he to tell anyone else how to live?

Friday was the day that he had all of those things taken care of. The first stop was always a coffee shop for a nice cup of latte. Second came the hair salon to get a trim and, of course, a facial. The third place he always went was to some of the more pricey stores in the city, looking to see what the latest releases looked like. It was important, after all, to keep himself in fashion. The final place he would stop for the evening, unless there was more shopping to be done, was the nail salon, where he would have his pedicure first and his manicure second. Always in that order.

This is where James was at present, the nail salon, his feet soaking in the jet-filled water so that the manicurist could work her magic. This was where he sat when the door above the door chimed and a girl that had become more than familiar in the past day appeared, as if she had followed him here as well. Already he had seen her at the hair salon and the clothing store. And now she was here as well. Seemed someone had finally arrived at Halcyon with similar taste to his own.

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[info]kuze_es_bunitu
2008-06-22 09:52 pm UTC (link)
The big difference, it appeared, between Ayolinda and James's day is that she had a fourth very necessary stop: the apple store. She was really an equal opportunity user, but the Mac had more than enough uses. Her PC use had come out of necessity due to lack of software and programming. She also shopped more than he did, but that was because she had packed less to buy more.

And the weather here was colder than what she was used to. Ayolinda had only experienced truly cold climates a few times and it was entirely foreign to her. Some stores were still socking quality scarves and she had bought some. She wasn't one to visit the salon very often; she was blessed with good hands and feet, but there was no sense in just running back to the school. It wasn't as if she had anything much to do there.

Handing her bags off to an attendant she was shuffled pretty quickly out to the jet-tubs herself. It wasn't a busy time and the sharp eyes of the attendent noticed her sparse jewelry was real and all the labels in her clothes would most likely be designer. Money. Ayolinda never had direct intentions of showing her wealth, but she preferred to buy quality, even if that meant she would have less.

Ayolinda gave the boy next to her a small nod as she sat down. She probably weighed as much as any two of the women who worked there. It was something that she could sit amongst them and not be intimidated. Most of them needed better eyebrows and hers were perfect. She recognized the guy next to her. Personally, she thought his taste in clothes was needlessly conservative for designer clothing, but that was just her.

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[info]jamesownsit
2008-06-22 10:08 pm UTC (link)
James was not much into electronics. For him, they served a purpose, and that purpose was very minute. He had other things, better things, to do with his time than waste them on electronics that, while they were built to simplify ones life, only served to create more havoc. At least they did in his opinion.

Clearly the girl came from money as everything about her screamed. He was very much the same, conservative as he was, in his designer label jeans, his button up that probably cost more than most people paid for their entire outfits, and his shoes that were beyond expensive. The girl was much the same though much more flashy than he would ever begin to prefer.

A glance was given in her direction as she took a seat at the jet-tub directly next to his own. She was large, but she carried herself well, not seeming to mind her size at all. His gaze moved forward once more and then down to his fingernails, the cuticles far too overgrown for his taste. "I'd think you were following me if I actually knew who you are." He remarked, then glanced over at her once more. "Student?"

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[info]kuze_es_bunitu
2008-06-22 10:22 pm UTC (link)
"Don't you hate having to ask that?" She asked, her English flowed naturally, if with her defining accent giving a slight edge to the words. Ayolinda turned to look at him from one side of her tastefully made-up eye. The trick was to use loose powder around your eyes for a general shine and then do some darker outlines for your eyeshadow shade and blend out with more natural colors. It looked like you used very little makeup for the effect and complimented your face rather than painted it. Eyeshadow, unless for costuming, should never be fully opaque. Eyeliner, however, could be. She used a lighter shade of brown to make them pop."And yes."

"It's not actually following someone if you don't have a choice. The brochures lie." She meant the brochures they got handed when they came on the island. Every store you can imagine! Givenchy didn't exactly have a shop on the street, did they? There were some boutiques, but they were so gaudy. Not that she could buy more from there other than accessories. Luckily, electronics were a much easier find, if the prices were jacked up for the shipping.

"And you?" She asked, her ear tilted in one direction as she listened to two girls gossip about a client. Of course, they were talking an African dialect she didn't quite get, but every word here adn there she understood. The tone she understood, they weren't saying anything nice. Ayolinda kind of liked that. There were a few hispanic looking women around. If she played dumb, maybe she'd get some dirt. There was nothing like a manicure with overheard gossip.

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[info]jamesownsit
2008-06-22 10:41 pm UTC (link)
James laughed a little as a smirk dressed his lips. "Yes, I do hate it." It seemed so trite. He was so beyond the whole entire school thing and yet here he was, and for what purpose? So far he had yet to learn anything at all. Then again, classes hadn't even started yet. He was certain, once they did, he may come across something useful. And if not, then he might have to consider going elsewhere. Europe was always an option.

"That they do." James shook his head softly. "The only place to shop here is online. Thankfully there is a halfway decent tailor in town." The only thing about that was that you had to like pain. He wasn't so great with the pinning part of it all. Everything he had cost more than usual because it all had to be shipped, which wasn't an easy feat.

"Of course. What else is there here?" Aside from the work horses that lived in the surrounding town. But a person with money didn't just come here on vacation, that much was for sure. "James McCafferty." He introduced himself, a hand that was, in his opinion, in much need of a manicure was extended towards her. "Pleasure."

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[info]kuze_es_bunitu
2008-06-22 11:07 pm UTC (link)
Ayolinda agreed, but more in general than what James intended. For the most part, the internet was her friend. A lot of designers did carry her size, just not in any of their actual stores. That would ruin their upscale image if a fat chick was wearing one of their designs.

Ayolinda's seamstress she heard was wonderful, but she wasn't one to go on about that. She'd wait to hear if anyone said his was better before she made any sort of inquiry otherwise. "Ayolinda St. Croix." She responded, taking his hand in a more lady-like hand and shaking it before letting go. Quick, clean, and efficient, that's how she liked her physical contact.

"I think the whole island is an attempt at niche marketing." The mall, this supposed single club that served everyone; everyone was trying to please everybody. She imagined she'd walk into the bathroom and find rows of stalls with different climates and toilets to best serve everyone. Unfortunately, when you served everyone you didn't fully cater to anyone. It was the reality of supply and demand. As generations and populations came and went it would change slowly. Still, it did make for a somewhat interesting experience.

If she was in the mood for adventure, that was. "Everything's funded by JC Penney and Harrod's." Ayo had been told her humor was a little dark as well as sarcastic.

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[info]jamesownsit
2008-06-23 08:08 am UTC (link)
James was usually much more debonair. He usually kissed the hand and made a big deal about it but he was perfectly okay with the limited physical contact in this regard. Clearly he liked his women with the figure of a stick, and Ayolinda certainly did not meet this criteria. But if nothing more, they could at least talk about the school, the town, and the people in it, and understand one another better than anyone else would in that regard.

"As is most of the world." Depending on the part of if that you were in. There were clear lines defined all over the place. Even in Europe, there were clearly areas catered towards tourists and then those that were catered towards the people that lived there. New York was the best for niche marketing. Anything and everything that anyone could want was there but it was all separate, all divided, depending on how much money the people in that part of the city had.

James smirked a little, a brow arching ever so slightly. "That would probably be so much more amusing had I ever been in a JC Penney." Sadly, at least in this respect, he had only ever seen their advertisements and catalogues.

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[info]kuze_es_bunitu
2008-06-23 11:12 am UTC (link)
Ayolinda didn't mind her figure. What the media said and what was were two entirely different things, because she could still turn heads. It was the public sentiment that made guys not talk to bigger girls in public. She gave him a look out of the side of her eye. He had just been shifted a little over to the side of deluded men. The type who thought bragging about their inherited class was impressive. Not that she wasn't entirely used to it.

Then again, she knew punks who said the same thing and sneered at her before she could so much as get a word out of her mouth. "It doesn't take much." She'd learned very early on that the best deflection for pride or boastfulness was to just let it slide like nothing had happened. Her practiced monotone also helped for deadpan humor.

"Still, I cannot complain too much, there is a break on tarrifs here. And the cheap imports." She always intended to learn Mandarin or Japanese to start importing electronics from localized shopping websites, instead of waiting for it to come to the american market. As it were she had an Asian MP3 player that would work with essentially all music programs and files, was cheaper than american ipods of the same size, and came out earlier. It just took some difficult translation of the menus (with some help) and memorizing them.

One of the women interrupted her to inquire about her preferred nail color in spanish. She must have assumed with Ayo's accent. "Vermelho." Unlike in English, that usually meant a darker red, otherwise it was considered more of an orange than a red. Her hands needed almost no work, so they were taking off her clear polish and replacing it with color. Ayo had never been one for acrylics or gels; they slowed down her typing.

"You make a point, but that have clearer lines to define the classes. It is upside-down. Age, species, class, and gender. If you live long enough money is made easily enough in antiques or property. Many could just have money. It seems to have created a pocket culture in which the cultural norms of the rest of the world do not exist." As a heavy, black woman in the world that probably sounded much more appealing to her than James. It was still a funny feeling, no longer being a minority figure. She'd already seen men on the journals spouting sexism. At the same time, for all she knew, he was a slave race to some other species. It didn't excuse his behavior, but it did not make him into the generic 'scary white man' mold that people could be so easily swept into.

It figured the first real conversation she was having she would start swaying towards an anthropological discussion about class and culture on the island. Somethings never changed.

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[info]jamesownsit
2008-06-23 01:52 pm UTC (link)
Perhaps he was a bit harsh in the way that he judged others by appearance, but it was a preference for him. It had nothing to do with the way that other people looked at him when it came to the company that he kept. If that were the case, he would have never dated Natalia, he wouldn't socialize with Nell or with Cassandra. In his world, Ayolinda would be much preferred over his past companions.

"I've not benefited much from that." He bought what he liked and only what he liked. He wasn't one to attempt to get a better deal on something different. It was the best or nothing at all.

"You've hardly been here and already you've figured it all out." He didn't know for sure that she had only just arrived, but he was certain he would have bumped into her before now had she been here for very long.

"Honestly, I'd say it's a bit refreshing. Certainly a change from the monotony of life in upper Manhattan." The people here were much less judgmental and, on the same token, much less impressed. A double-edged sword, if you would. He had very little experience in impressing people without the levity of his cash flow.

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[info]kuze_es_bunitu
2008-06-23 11:23 pm UTC (link)
Ayolinda didn't know much about James' world, although she was presuming plenty about it. Still, it was true, Ayolinda was the type to either be well versed on or soon after entering into a situation. She hated being in the dark. The type of girl who got introduced to something and, a week later, would know more about it than the person who introduced it to her.

She was also opinionated, although tactful enough to keep most of those things to herself. Ayo didn't like the nail color she was being painted with much, but she'd probably just change it in a few days, it wasn't a big deal. "I've been on vacation there a few times." Although she would have hated to live there. Being rich in Cape Verde and her area of California meant you lived very privately. You had your own beautiful beach and land.

This would be her first experience living so close to a number of strangers when she wasn't just on vacation. Even if she lived with five other people, she knew them all intimately. And had her own space. "It was so noisy, but the places I went weren't in Manhattan." Ayo's friends up there were promising intellectuals from mostly middle-class families. She went to post-riot grrrl shows and shopped used records and indie cd's almost the entire time. It would have been rude to bring them to some of the other places she went with her father.

Chanel by Lagerfeld charm chains and sandals, Dolce & Gabbana purses. It was important to him that his daughter be seen shopping at the right locations on 'shopping dates' with fellow bussinessmen and there children. The uppercrust business world was increasingly strange. Her feet were lifted out of the water and towel-dried for polish application. "I liked the bootleg Chinese hardware on 5th avenue." Expensive, authentic computer parts for prices that were criminal, and that was probably literal.

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[info]jamesownsit
2008-06-24 07:57 pm UTC (link)
"See, that's the part that I love about New York. You can close your doors and hear nothing, feel like you're in a world all alone, but as soon as you open them, there it is. Noise and lights and dirt and it never stops."

To him, living in Manhattan had been like having the best of both worlds. In his building, in their penthouse, it was as secluded as could be, and he knew all the neighbors well, always knew when one moved out and another moved in though that rarely ever happened. But there was always plenty to do whenever he chose to do it. Whatever it happened to be. It was like having the best parts of the entire world all rolled into one and easily accessible either by foot or by limousine. Of course his existence have become a little less upper crust when he moved in with Natalia.

His feet were removed and dried around the same time as he own, the woman going to work quickly on his toenails. "I am not much of a technology guru." He had a laptop, of course, and it was top of the line, but it was mostly just for appearance, and to have when he wanted it. It wasn't something that he ever really put to any use. Perhaps when classes started again, he would get it out and dust it off. Until then, it was of no concern to him.

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[info]kuze_es_bunitu
2008-06-24 11:30 pm UTC (link)
It sounded like delusion to Ayolinda. Besides, she needed the room to sing. One of those open secrets families have. The people of Cabo Verde on the smaller islands often believed at least a little in sirens and the such. They had heard her mother call to her father from far off. On the wind they could sometimes hear her singing, waist deep in the sea.

New York was a city of noises. You would never see long stretches of loose, white sand and clear water. Her interested in technology could easily be traced to her urge to not live in a large city, but still be connected to the world at large. "It's the wave of the future." Ayolinda glanced at her Apple store bag. Her father actually bothered her to buy nicer clothes and complained about her purchase of electronics. He didn't complain so much when she could netmeet with his laptop and fix things for him.

"I was a communications technology major." She immediately rolled her eyes at herself for confessing she had a major. That was the major college student cliche'. "Most of the teachers here probably don't even know how to use a computer." They probably still wrote with quills and ink for how old they were supposed to be. Ayolinda had asked.

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[info]jamesownsit
2008-06-25 06:53 pm UTC (link)
James couldn't speak with Ayolinda the way he would with someone such as Nell, perhaps, or even Natalia. With Natalia, he would just tell her she had no idea what she was talking about. With Nell, he would have some witty comeback like, "The wave of the future is in my pants.", but here he had nothing, so he said nothing, just offered a polite smile as if to say, "I really have no interest in what you're talking about at all but I was raised well enough to know not to say that.".

The next part, however, made him laugh a little. "You think that is something, try philosophy." He arched a brow slightly. She knew as well as he did that in the world they came from, it didn't matter what the degree was in as long as you actually had a degree. It was such bullshit and yet, everyone in that world fell into the same trend. It was very rarely unsettled. "I know for a fact that a few of them don't." He had been forewarned that certain teachers took months to get back via email for that reason and that reason alone.

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[info]kuze_es_bunitu
2008-06-27 01:04 am UTC (link)
Probably best that James kept it to himself. Putting that on the table was like asking for it to be cut by Ayolinda's humor. It wasn't that she was a complete buzzkill, she just didn't tend to trust people offright. Allowing trust meant someone could hurt you more easily.

And she was going to have a big problem if most of the island's leaders were computer illiterate. If her advisor wasn't she would unintentionally make it her private mission to get them to accept technology so that they might communicate. "Most philosophy majors come with an asshole concentration." There was no reason to soften that statement, he knew exactly what she was talking about. Ayolinda sighed and looked at one, unpainted hand scrubbed fresh and clean. Her feet were being rubbed and it felt wonderful. A little more relaxed now.

"It might be completely insane of me, but I'm hoping this school is marginally more interesting than the others I've gone to." Which offered faux-intellectualism and keggers to its repertoire. A lot of 'self-exploring' students sometimes came up to Ayolinda and tried this amazing open and honest approach. Also an excuse for being able to speak one's ignorance out in public. She turned to look James directly in the eyes and give him one of her patented deadpan statements. "Which I've been saying since I've been six." She just pulled these sarcastic faces with quick facial quirks.

"Mutu bom." She complimented her painted hand, which was flawlessly executed. Maybe she would rethink her home manicures.

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[info]jamesownsit
2008-06-27 10:51 pm UTC (link)
James had to laugh at the statement. He didn't take offense to it, not at all. Why would he? She was right. Him and every other man who he knew that had majored in such a subject were raging assholes. Maybe they tried to be better, tried to do things differently, but it just didn't happen, didn't work for them. There was no way around it and no reason to deny it. He had accepted who and what he was. "That they do."

James smirked a little, his focus moving from her down to the woman that was at his feet and then the one that had come to work on his hand, rushing the process along. He generally preferred one thing done at a time. He had no reason to rush. "I'd hate to see you disappointed, but I've got to say, there is very little that makes this fine institution of education any different from the rest of them." And he should know. He had been to several, and had experienced the same thing that she so detested in her mind.

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[info]kuze_es_bunitu
2008-06-28 11:36 am UTC (link)
He was nicer than Ayolinda. If she were a philosophy major she probably would take the entire thing far too seriously. It was a good thing she was objective enough to know that and avoid it. And she already thought too much about everything. She was a girl with her own secrets and didn't try to hide that much. In a culture of confession, she wasn't participating.

A wave of disgust ran over her face. It wasn't like she thought James was the ultimate litmus test for the island, but he seemed to have his brain connected to the rest of his body, including his mouth. "Thanks for bursting my bubble." Sarcasm tinted her voice. It was better she find out before things started. Just another school. Ayolinda's main reason for coming was that she knew she just wouldn't be able to stand the idea of being all this out in the world and she having no idea.

That or finding out that people were essentially the same minus all those wonderful little human, cultural prejudices. She always thought it was correct, that all the -ism's were, in some small ways, genetically predisposed as a survival tactic that had gone terribly awry. She sighed. "There should be no surprise, the tattoo shop can put permanent ink on anyone. I know in two hundred years I'll recognize someone by their tragic tramp stamp."

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[info]jamesownsit
2008-06-29 12:41 pm UTC (link)
No, James was not the end all be all in opinions, his was just than, an opinion, but he was probably more qualified of having one than most other people here would have been. There really were some incredibly dumb and naive people running about. And yes, he thought it was for the best that he let her know up front not to anticipate too much. It was better not to get one's hopes up only to have them let right back down.

A laugh parted his lips at her comment and he shook his head softly. "A truer statement has not been made." Teenagers were teenagers, supernatural or otherwise, and none of them really thought things of that nature through. He was never one for self mutilation so he had thankfully not fallen into that trend, but there was plenty of ink running about and he just couldn't understand it.

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[info]kuze_es_bunitu
2008-06-30 02:02 am UTC (link)
"Don't remind me." She replied, her voice deep with regret for their situation. Ayolinda was usually the funny, smart, sarcastic, or a combination girl in America. If your direct family grossed more than 200K/year it was as if her body was invisible and she was a floating head of words.

Although she did it to herself, if she was being honest with herself. There was a definite sense of personal space she radiated. So if all you gave people were the sarcastic comments that's all they could get from you. It was stupid to expect someone to look through who you were to something you weren't 'underneath it all'.

She was so fucking depressing. Ayolinda always got this the first week or two going somewhere new. The dreaded sense that nothing would be different. "How do you stand the cold? I've never lived through a winter someplace before." Not a bad winter at any rate.

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[info]jamesownsit
2008-06-30 07:23 pm UTC (link)
It really was quite depressing, the way that things were here, the way that they were everywhere. It certainly made him glad that he had no children, at least to an extent. It was something he had considered but something he had decided against. Children were not for him.

A small shrug of his shoulders were given as the ladies moved, almost in sync, from one appendage to another. "Living in New York all my life, I've gotten rather used to it." The winters there were rather harsh at times. "There are lots of ways to generate heat." That made him smirk a bit, though he wasn't exactly coming onto her, just being a bit.. brazen.

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[info]kuze_es_bunitu
2008-07-01 01:06 pm UTC (link)
Oh Lord, Ayolinda rolled her eyes automatically at his smirk. It was her natural reaction to brazen displays of egoism. She almost opened her mouth to say it was like rubbing to sticks of wood together, but thought better of it. That was one fire she would not be feeding.

She wasn't sure about kids. It was weird that her own people were strange to her, but it was very possible that she might have her own children with wings or different abilities. Ayolinda knew so little about what she actually was it was frightening. Her singing wasn't human, but she wasn't sure she was ready to find out just how not human.

"I am from a tropical country." And had spent half of her life there only. "Pretty sure I've only seen snow four or five times. I'm just not going to leave the school for four months." Ayolinda couldn't imagine actually walking around in that stuff. How did you go by the water? She could already feel the Ocean calling to her if she went too far inland for too long. In fact, she had craned her neck for a moment to look in its closest direction, although it was at a wall.

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[info]jamesownsit
2008-07-01 08:36 pm UTC (link)
"You'll get used to it." He assured her, and then hissed as the lady at his feet snipped a little too far. "Careful with that thing." He warned her, a brow arching slightly to add a bit more intimidation to the statement.

His focus moved back to Ayolinda as he added, "Just be sure to bundle up if you do go out. Or better yet, take a fire user with you." He shrugged his shoulders. "They could probably keep you at least moderately warm." If he were in control of his powers, he was certain he could do it, but he wasn't yet, the precise reason why he was here, so he would really be of no use unless she wanted to make him angry in order to generate a spark

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[info]kuze_es_bunitu
2008-07-03 10:54 pm UTC (link)
Ayolinda spoke to the woman softly in Creole, which she seemed to understand and she smiled. Just a little something about how different the world would be if a woman complained so loud everytime she had a little discomfort. It was an old saying her aunts used to mutter when their sons or husbands used to complain too much.

"I think I'll take my chances with the down." She said immediately after in English. Ayolinda didn't think these women needed to be spoken to harshly. Obviously if they worked at a nice salon here they did their jobs well and she had felt no real discomfort. New money; she was still practical underneath all her money. Quick to come quick to go.

"It's the temperature of the water I'm worried about." Ayolinda added casually, ignoring the slight tickling as her feet were gently toweled off. She'd said she didn't want her toes painted. It was too annoying to leave a salon in their generic flip-flops and cotton wedged between your toes. She'd finish the pedicure herself and her nails were almost dry.

Women were so much easier to care for.

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[info]jamesownsit
2008-07-06 02:36 pm UTC (link)
"The salt in the water naturally keeps it a bit warmer." Though probably not nearly as warm as she would care for it to be. He wasn't even remotely curious at that point about why she would care, what race she might possibly be that would dictate need to know about the winter water temperature.

The ladies had just finished up and he moved to stand, taking his wallet from his back pocket to hand them enough cash to cover the work as well as a decent sized tip for all of them.

"It was a pleasure meeting you." He had not yet turned towards her as he spoke it but he was speaking to Ayolinda of course. He glanced in her direction. "I will see you around, I am sure." A smile was given as feet found his ridiculously expensive leather sandals. He only ever wore them when he was going to the salon.

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