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Dr. Giles Audley (thecaringcurse) wrote in nosuchplace,
@ 2008-11-11 15:23:00

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constance alexie, giles audley

Sunday: October 28, 2007
Who: Giles and Constance (You can’t escape meeeee!!! But yell at me if this isn’t okay :3)
When: Mid Morning
Where: The Restaurant
What: Giles interrupts someone’s breakfast

The best part of Elysium was that there wasn’t a Starbucks on every corner. Apparently towns looked ultra cool if there were two story coffee shops that charged you five dollars for coffee because people couldn’t get off their own asses and make it on their own. Damn Italy for creating a monster. But bless Elysium for no more Crapuccinos.

Today Giles felt like a lazy ass himself because he didn’t feel like cooking something himself. But he was trekking all the way to Town to check out what the restaurant had to offer. From what he had heard the food wasn’t as bad as what his expectations were leading towards. He was thinking aged oatmeal and fresh squeezed orange juice at best. But as he neared the place, the smell proved otherwise.

When Giles was inside his head moved around slowly to inspect what people were eating. He stole an apple off a couples’ table and wiggled his brows. “Don’t worry. In about a day or so you’ll have it back.” He took a bite and began to search for a place to sit. He didn’t want to sit with anyone honestly but the damn place was packed. Didn’t people..oh he didn’t know. Have lives? Didn’t they want to stay inside and snuggle?

Giles found a woman perhaps older than him sitting by herself. Hm, pretty hot for her age. Ten points for planning on invading her privacy. Without asking he sat across from her and propped up his feet. “Busy day here. Makes me hope half of these people don’t live in the Forest cottages. They’re annoying.” He took another bite from his apple and then put the fruit occupied hand to the side. “Oh, I’m sorry. Is this seat taken?”

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constantguard
2008-11-12 02:23 pm UTC (link)

Ever since Constance resigned to giving Adam his space, she had been frequenting the restaurant in town for her breakfast, lunch, and supper. Generally, people left her alone and let her eat her meal, but this time she had a very interesting interruption from a very chatty man. She wasn't sure if she'd seen him before. Obviously, he must have not noticed her from the town meeting the other night either. Her image probably didn't stick much with people since she hadn't made a single public appearance except for that one announcement. He must have been in the back.

Constance raised an amused eyebrow, smirking at the new company at her table. He sure was making himself at home by propping his feet up like that. Constance couldn't help the words that came out of her mouth. "You must be bored to come sit over here and make small talk with a stranger," Constance declared, picking up her glass for a drink. She placed it back down on the table. She wanted to laugh at what he said about the people in the restaurant, but it didn't stop her from challenging him. "Well, I hope that means I'm not one of those annoying people. Otherwise, I might question why you're sitting your butt down here, anyway," she said.

She finally did chuckle silently and shook her head at him. "If you don't see a plate, I'm pretty sure it's empty." Last she checked, Constance was eating alone this morning. Unless mister snarky pants was looking for company to help amuse him. He amused her, too, so she figured she'd indulge him since he was certainly making her laugh. It was a change of pace from the silence and discomfort she felt ever since the fight with Adam. He came home to sleep, but other than that he just wasn't around like he used to be. She would have to get used to that until he chose to come speak with her again and she found out just what was bugging Adam so much that made him angry like that.

"Of course, it's not so empty now that you're sitting in it, so yeah, I suppose it's taken now," Constance commented as she went for her glass again.

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thecaringcurse
2008-11-12 03:54 pm UTC (link)

At town meetings, Giles either fell asleep and asked the person next to him for foot notes, or he got distracted by breasts or other interesting parts of the female body. He always still hoped he could persuade the elf woman for sex, but he knew that was one for another fantasy world. Damn the elves for being so ignorant to sexy time. He heard there was a dijiin (or whatever it was called) around. Couldn’t he at least wish for her to wear more revealing clothing?

When the stranger stated that he was bored and that was why he sat with her, he nodded. “Well, that could be true. But if you knew me you would know it is my trademark to be the ‘pick someone and chat with them’ kind. Only thing is I get bored with the person I am talking to and walk away from them if I find them a waste of my time. You sent out a vibe that you weren’t boring. So though I seem bored enough to sit with you, I sat with you because you seem like an interesting person.” He gave a smug smile. “So far, you’re hardly annoying.”

He took a look around the room. “I feel like I am in a gap commercial. Let me know when you see someone over thirty five.” Maybe that would be a good start. “Oh and as far as the chair, it’s already keeping my ass warm. I would try and be nice and tell you I would leave if I bother you-but.” Giles made a face like he was considering it. “Nope, not gonna happen.”

He waited a moment before he introduced himself. “The name is Giles. “

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constantguard
2008-11-12 06:03 pm UTC (link)

"Uh huh," Constance went on to say, nodding her head as she caught onto his logic. There seemed to be a measure of skepticism in her voice. "You have some interesting logic when it comes to making friends." It didn't change the smile on her face, though, so clearly her words weren't meant to be sour. Constance wasn't the sour type unless someone did something worthy of really pissing her off, and that was a rare occurrence. Constance looked affronted towards the end of his explanation. "I sure as hell hope I'm not," she said. "Or that you think I am. 'Cause otherwise I might have to beat your ass."

That phrase wasn't something that often came out of the mouth of seventy-seven year old female. Looking him up and down, though, she knew she could take him. He was a spindly man. She was sure he wouldn't cause her any trouble, though.

Constance pretended to look around for a moment as if to try and spot someone her age. "Ooh, right over there," she said, pointing off in a random direction. She glanced in the opposite direction as she lowered her hand. "Yep, that's the only one. I'm afraid the rest of the older population keeled over and died while I wasn't looking. They forgot to send me the memo." Constance simply shrugged. She smiled at him again. "Well, I wouldn't want to rob you of your butt-warmer. That'd be a crying shame."

A short moment of silence passed, and Constance decided to extend her hand to him after he introduced himself. "Constance," she said.

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lmfao Constance=win

thecaringcurse
2008-11-14 04:27 pm UTC (link)

Giles really never smiled when talking to people. Of course this was excluding when he was making them miserable or making perverted comments towards their breasts or what have them. But this was actually a pleasant conversation that had him grinning. The empathy liked her humor; it was close to his if he wasn’t so damn perverted. “Yes, we may be one of the few, but that makes us special. A rare breed like the Pegasus.”

He gave an impressed hum when he learned the strangers’ name. “I like that name. Sounds powerful and bossy. And to think, I thought your name would have been Janus.." He teased. "I once had a patient named Constance and she punched me so hard I was unconscious for about thirty minutes.” He stole a muffin from the table next door.

“Apparently, people don’t like it when you tell them that they are dying in a very blunt matter.”

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constantguard
2008-11-17 02:18 pm UTC (link)

Constance wasn't much of a pervert. It was hard to be a pervert when you never really thought about things like sex anymore. Constance figured she'd been there and done that, and while it had its great moments, it wasn't the best thing in the world. More like in the top ten, but Constance could live without a number of things in the top ten. As long as she had a good sense of humor and people around her who could take it, life was going to continue to be pretty damn good for her. She wasn't very hard to please. This man was certainly a fun person to have a conversation with, too. The sentiment was equally shared.

"Ah, the pegasus," Constance said dramatically. "What a noble breed. Not many animals can shit high up in the air and have it land on their enemies' heads like fine clockwork." She raised one of her eyebrow for emphasis. "It's an artform," Constance said with assurance.

"Why, thank you. I like to think I have a strong fist myself." It was the only proper way to answer a compliment, and she did so with a smile on her face. Of course, the man seemed to have a fine sense of humor, so she had to take a playful jab at him. "I don't imagine they would," she added with a shake of her head and a laugh. "Can't say the same for your name, though." Constance pointed her finger at him idly from across the table. "Your name makes you sound like a softy, Giles."

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forrrrggivee meeeee *big hugs* sorry for the wait!

thecaringcurse
2008-11-25 12:08 am UTC (link)

“You let me know when the Pegasus have to take a shit again. I know a few people I would like to direct its feces towards. Maybe if I’m lucky it will sparkle and everything. What a perfect gift.” He took another bite out of his apple. “To receive a dazzling piece of Pegasus shit compliments from Giles Audley. Of course, I know you’re just screwing around with the meaning. I’m just having fun with the actual thought with what you just said. It was far too amusing not to play around with.” He paused for a moment. “The idea, not the Pegasus shit.”

When it came to his name, Giles gave a grin. “You should see what’s in my pants. Makes up for the meaning.” The empath had to give into the fact that his name did indeed have a very miniscule meaning to it. “You got me there. My name means small goat. “ he batted his eyes prettily. “Don’t I look like such a sweet little goat?” He found maybe too much amusement in his name. “It’s as if my parents knew I was going to be an ass when I grew up so they named me something delicate. Though of course goats have horns to ram people all over creation.”

After Giles tossed his apple in a careless direction, he looked carefully towards Constance. “Come on. Tell me more about you. There has to be more to you other than your name. I’m curious as to what other smart ass remarks you have in store for me. Never have I met a women who could out-smart ass me. I’ve been told what’s what..as in rejected, smacked in the face, knifed, shot at..but I’m yet to be out smart-assed. I’m willing to take that as well.”

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constantguard
2008-11-28 04:45 pm UTC (link)

Constance found herself laughing out loud thanks to Giles. She now had the image of sparkling Pegasus feces in her mind as well, and it was too much not to burst out laughing over. "Well, if it were real, it sure would be one hell of a sight. I'd pay good money to see that," she admitted, shaking her head as her laughter died down to chuckles. Raising her eyebrows, she wasn't so sure if he was joking or trying to be serious. Constance settled with possibly joking. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, big boy," she began, pointing her finger at him again. "Not on a first date. You save that for later."

His name meant small goat? In a way, it was oddly endearing and adorable. Constance had seem plenty of small goats in her time, and they were just as cute as buttons. "You must've been the cutest thing when you were younger," she jested, a grin plastered over her face. "Batting your lashes now ain't saving you, though." Constance was trying her hardest not to laugh this time. Really, she needed to keep this one in.

"More about me?" she asked, chewing on her lower lip. Well, she could tell him more about herself, and why not? "Heh, you'd like more smart ass remarks, wouldn't ya? Maybe I gotta start holding back from you." She winked in his direction and continued on a moment later. "Not much to say, except I'm an alchemist, a grandma, and part of the Head Council. Things have been interesting around here lately, that's for sure. Perks of the job is you tend to find out about things before everyone else. Of course, I don't always consider that a great thing. It gets annoying, to be honest."

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so sorry yet again hun ><

thecaringcurse
2008-12-11 09:26 am UTC (link)

Giles had to admit, he wasn’t too bad looking as a kid. He sure had the ass trait going on though. He was very distant and already could quip up some good one liners to his parents to get them away from him so he could do his homework. If he could go back in time, he might have changed that. Even though his parents were pain in the asses, it was still good to at least have a bond with them when a child. Giles would probably take that thought back minutes later, but he was feeling nostalgic. “Ohh, come on. We both know we were good looking kids when we were younger. All these young kids wouldn’t be able to take our dashingly good looks.” He teased. “Even know they gawk at how well we age. Besides, we didn’t have to lure the opposite sex in with tiny tops, tight jeans.” which he liked “And perfume that is so strong my nostrils are begging for mercy.”

Well, she was an alchemist was she? He somewhat knew what that was. “I’ve been near the shop you know. I think that’s where you can turn coal into gold..things like that right? Can’t you do more than that? I mean not like the coal thing isn’t good enough. I could have made a fortune. It’s better than being an empath. One word-SHITTY” He shot the core of his apple to the trash bin about a yard away and almost hit a waiter before it made it in. Shrugging, he continued. “And hell, you’re a member of the Head Council? If there have been any complaints. I was drunk-and I swear I thought she was eighteen.”

The empath could understand the stresses of being on the council. “Christ, if I had to make laws, announcements, feel bossy, find out disturbing events, make sure things were in order and have to watch out for any jackasses around here I would be annoyed too. Granted-it’s quite nice to have the power at first..but after awhile you’re willing to give authority to a fifteen year old potthead. I had good authority status back home..and to my surprise. I hated it after awhile. “ He admitted. “Too much responsibility and if anything went wrong it was on me.”

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omg, I didn't get a notification!

constantguard
2008-12-16 05:24 pm UTC (link)

As for cute kids, Constance had to admit she thought she was adorable when she was younger. She wasn't the spitting image of beauty now in her own eyes, but she looked damn good for someone in her seventies. "I bet you couldn't guess how old I am," Constance said with a big grin on her face. "I've aged like fine wine for a woman. We usually turn into hideous looking old bags when we get older. I've managed to fend off the worst of it. I'm not the prettiest thing I used to be, but I haven't lost it all just yet." Constance kept up a confidence about her appearance because confidence got a person far in a lot of matters, not just that of love.

"Something like that," she agreed. "I can turn worthless things into meaningful things, but until we get a capitalist system back, I'm not exactly Miss Rich around here." Though she didn't share it out loud, Constance was afraid of the system they currently had in some ways. Technically, they were a pure communist society. They were ruled by a government with full power, and people didn't earn wages or have different social structures. On the plus side, there wasn't any poverty. On the bad side, Constance hoped none of them ever became corrupt. She couldn't see it happening to Theora or Dylan, and Constance doubted she'd be around long enough to see it happen to her. What happened when they were gone, though, and power fell in the wrong hands? That was what Constance feared the most.

"Empaths know things others don't," Constance countered, ignoring his jokes. "That's a pretty powerful tool, actually. You would know when someone is lying. It'd be a powerful tool for law enforcement." Constance was getting ideas. Emotions were uncontrollable unlike thoughts. An empath was more reliable than a telepath.

The older woman listened to his description of his past and thought about making an offer. He didn't seem like he wanted any power or responsibility, but she leaned forward anyway. She could at least try, and there wasn't any harm in that. "How would you like a position in Elysium's government?"

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it's totally cool! I hate when that happens! *hugs* <3

thecaringcurse
2008-12-16 08:05 pm UTC (link)

In Giles’ case, he would have to say that he was aging normally. He had his hair thinning and graying, but his face wasn’t wrinkling as bad as it could be. Constance, who was opposite of Giles looked only (maybe) a bit older than him and he was in his late forties. So he would have to guess that they were about the same age. “I hate guessing a woman’s age. But then again..I am an ass. So I will say you are just before or after fifty.” He inquired carefully. “Am I close?”

Giles was intrigued with how she explained empaths. It was true. Giles didn’t even want to feel emotions from others, but he felt it anyway. He could never forget the first time. It was so overpowering in the emergency room he thought he was going to pass out. There was so much anger and sadness..he didn’t know what to do with it. He was even affected by it and that was the part he hated.

When Giles was offered a place in Elysium’s government his head perked up a little. He could do it. He wasn’t one for a power trip because he hated those kind of people. While he loved to tell people what to do, no one should have to listen to what he said as long as they at least followed the rules of Elysium’s law. He was good with words when he had to be too. Plus, if he got to spend time with people like Constance, why not?

“What the hell?” He chuckled. “On a serious note, if you are serious…I accept.” He paused for a moment.

“Does that mean I get a luxury sweet?”

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constantguard
2008-12-17 07:41 pm UTC (link)

This was going to be interesting. He guessed her age, and Constance burst into a fit of laughter. She had to wipe a tear away from her eye. "Nope," she said. "Not even close. But fifty? Wow, that feels like a big accomplishment!" She grinned at him, settling her arms on the table. "I'm seventy-seven years old," Constance said, winking at him. "Don't look it, do I? Can't say I really act it either. I hate acting old."

The thing that drew Constance in the most was how he said he didn't want it. People who didn't want responsibility were the best ones to handle. People who did want it usually screwed everything up beyond recognition. She got a good feeling about Giles, even if he was a little smartass. He could deal with it, she thought, and it didn't seem like a far-fetched thought to Constance.

She smiled brightly at him. "No, no luxury involved. Very gritty and grimy, but you're smart. We could use someone like you." Constance leaned forward again. "We're looking for Vice Council members. That's a position you could pursue, but it's also one you could lose since it's a voting process. You'd have to put your heart into getting your name out there." She lowered her voice, as if sharing a secret with him. "But if that doesn't work or you don't like the idea, you can become part of the Guard. Only not a physical guard. Someone who could help us with questioning suspects, a detective of sorts. I can recommend you."

She left it there to see what his response would be. Maybe he had never worked something like that before, but he could be shown the ropes and learn the techniques. She had never done it before coming to this place either. It was a great opportunity, though, and she was only making the offer to him.

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thecaringcurse
2008-12-29 05:42 pm UTC (link)

Giles liked being called smart. He liked it very much. On the other hand, he did not favor losing. But there was some sort of thrill in a competition that had him in on the game. “I could do it. I mean maybe if I find a mountain top and shout my name off of it, I could win the position.” He chuckled at seeing himself doing such a thing. That was very Bruce Almighty.

“I’m a doctor. I hope we get extra points too. To always looks nice to see an MD next to A Vice Council Members positions. But considering I might be the oldest one, I might have to wear a turtleneck and pull a blue steel to get the job. “ He was having fun cracking jokes. “Of course I am a good detective. I can always tell what color and kind of underwear woman are wearing.” He only a waited a second to continue talking. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding.” Although Giles did used to do that.

“I will be all for trying to win a position. If I lose I will laugh at those who got the duty of professional responsibility.” He poked at her.

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Fin!

constantguard
2008-12-29 07:15 pm UTC (link)

Constance laughed aloud, and it was a pleasantly happy sound. "I like you," she said frankly, eye twinkling. "I hope you win." If not, the other offer was waiting there on the table for him, and of course, he could get to working on that now if he liked. She would contact him later about it after having talked to Theora and Dylan about it. It would be good to get their opinions first before she charged ahead with anything.

"As for now, how about I order you something to eat?" she said with a grin. "You're looking mighty skinny," she poked back at him. "Ain't getting enough food in your belly." They could continue their conversation over a nice meal, and she was ordering him one whether he liked it or not. He would just have to deal with her company now. After all, it was his choice to sit his ass down at her table.

Constance called over the waiter and ordered one of her favorites for Giles, and they talked for some time before eventually parting ways as they left the restaurant.

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