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gothichippy (gothichippy) wrote in not_honest,
@ 2008-05-13 23:41:00

Current mood:	cheerful
Entry tags:	damien east, raven

Stocking the new flat
Who: Damien and Raven
Where: Somewhere on the streets
When: Just about dusk

Damien headed back to his apartment--no, not apartment, FLAT!-with several grocery bags in hand. As skinny as he looked it was a wonder he managed to keep them all in his grip. He had a skull cap pulled down over his curly hair, which was currently just short of his shoulders, green eyes glittering brightly beneath the heavy dark liner he wore. His skinny form was wrapped in a long sleeved shirt, a tattered black suit jacket which had lyrics written all over it in white pen and a scarf just for looks.

He hummed a song to himself as he moved through the setting night, glancing to his dark purple jeans wondering if he could somehow manage to free enough of a hand to pull a cigarette from his pocket and get it to his lips without losing all his bags. Squinting one eye, he tried to calculate the distance from where he was to his new apartment--FLAT!--and if his need for nicotine would hold out that long. "You can do it," he murmured brightly to himself. "Get home, put the grub away, have tea and a smoke." His voice was soft, a cheery almost musical tenor.

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gothicportrait
2008-05-15 08:58 am UTC (link)

To say one was lost usually meant to admit a certain sort of defeat. For one it was embarrassing for a woman who had lived in London as long as she had, to say 'oh, I'm lost'. And for another, it was just...utterly unbelievable. Trying to get to Brent, and somehow she was positive she'd ended up in Southwark.

Maybe she could put on a Northern Accent and no one would notice?

Still, she had concept pieces in her hand when she turned and almost collided with the bag laden gentlemen. "Oh! I'm so sorry!" She exclaimed, almost dropping her artwork as she tried to step back a bit suddenly. Unfortunately a heel caught the curb, and Raven was tumbling back even more before falling into a dirty, smelly puddle.

"Ooooh," she whined, a pout on her lips before flicked a wet hand. She'd need to go home, now, assuming she could even find that.

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gothichippy
2008-05-15 02:18 pm UTC (link)

"Oh fish sticks and gravy!" the curly haired youth exclaimed, he trying to catch the female and not drop his bags, though both were quite impossible. He spun on his heel and quickly sat the set of bags down on a bench before rushing back to her side, grinning in far too cheery a way as he extended a hand to try and help her up.

"You're muddy now, that's no good! I'm sorry!" he apologized brightly, trying to help her up and dust mud from her. His accent was clearly American, his face showing him to be hardly out of his teens.

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gothicportrait
2008-05-15 08:09 pm UTC (link)

Raven whined as she took his hand and stood, looking down at her prim skirt and legs and boots...she was a gothic messy, no longer the dainty piece of art.

"Oh no," she said softly, shaking her head, "no it was my fault, I wasn't looking and...OH NO!" She looked as though she'd been shot as she rushed toward the fallen drawings. Each was mostly wet, or covered in mud. "No, no, no, noooooo...."

This was karma getting back at her for playing games with Jacoby Wilkes, wasn't it?

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	gothichippy 2008-05-15 08:16 pm UTC (link)
	"Oh no, the arworks!" Damien frowned as he went to scoop up any she had missed as quickly as possible. "I have power towels at my apartm--flat! We can try and save them before it sets.." he offered, brow crinkling into a mask of concern. "And you can clean up a little too, those boots are far too hot to have muddied up!" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	gothicportrait 2008-05-15 08:26 pm UTC (link)
	She wasn't sure they could be saved. Which was horrid, simply horrid! First lost, and now this! "Oh, maybe..." She gave him a pleading looking, looking as miserable as she felt. "I'm so, so sorry...this just hasn't been my day." At all. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

gothichippy
2008-05-15 08:52 pm UTC (link)

"We all have those days," he said warmly, his eyes gentle and understanding, he suddenly whipping off his tattered and written on tuxedo jacket and dropped it oh so casually around her shoulders. "Bit of disguise until you can get cleaned up!"

He then snatched up as many of the artworks as he could manage and still juggle his grocery bags. "Come on, right here!" He seemed so comfortable and casual about this--was it some kind of trick?

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	gothicportrait 2008-05-15 09:19 pm UTC (link)
	Inviting did little to stop Raven. If anything she only smiled at him, and followed him to his flat, determined to save what she could of her work. Nothing she created to replace them would ever been half as good. "Thank you," she said softly, coming up closer. "This really has just been the day for me. I'm Raven, by the way." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

gothichippy
2008-05-15 09:24 pm UTC (link)

"Damien!" he announced brightly, staring to give her a quick salute, then nearly dropped his bags and rethought the action. "Well I hope I can improve it a little." He closed one eye and licked his lips, juggling the bags carefully to unlock the door to his little flat before stepping aside and giving as grand a motion for her to enter as he could with full hands.

The flat was small, it furnished in greens and browns, looking very natural and comfortable, there no real dining set, rather a low table with several over sized pillows placed around it. A bird cage sat in one corner, a slightly shrill squawk heard. "Hey Zevo, I'm home! And I brought a guest!" Damien greeted the bird brightly, setting the sacks down in the kitchen.

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	gothicportrait 2008-05-17 03:21 pm UTC (link)
	Well, this was quaint. It wasn't quite like her place, but then her's was a studio more than a flat. But she smiled a little at the bird, looked about for a place to let the drawings dry, and...ultimately clean up. "This looks cozy." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

gothichippy
2008-05-17 04:49 pm UTC (link)

"Thank you!" He beamed, truly seeming to be basking in the compliment. "It's still not all broken in, need some more plants and things on the walls," he motioned to the mostly bare walls as he hurried to clean off the low table and the kitchen counters of items so she could lay out her drawings. "Restroom's the door on the left," he said, pointing in that direction. "May I offer the lady some tea to warm up with?"

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gothicportrait
2008-05-18 02:08 pm UTC (link)

"Oh, tea would be nice." She said with a smile as she started toward the bathroom. Once inside she went about the business of tidying herself up, pulling her boots off to clean off the mud. She took her time, before coming out with boots in hand and a small smile.

Without the boots on, she only stood about 5'1 without the boots.

"How long do you think it will take them to dry, you wonder?"

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gothichippy
2008-05-18 04:49 pm UTC (link)

Damien stood a little under six feet himself, he surprised at how far down he had to look to see her. Not that he minded, she looked cute and squeezable. Not that he'd say that out loud, of course.

"I'm afraid I'm not sure," he said honestly. "I am a master of many things, the art of drying paper is not one of them. Mint jasmine all right?" He asked then, sliding a small tea glass towards her, it triangular and had no handle. "I have honey, sugar and lemon if you desire."

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	gothicportrait 2008-05-18 10:42 pm UTC (link)
	Well foo, she thought, looking at the drawing with a sullen expression. At least the mud was off her boots, and mostly off her skirt. And the smell of the tea was really quite inviting. "Oh thank you," she chimed, before beaming at him, "honey will do." And after she added a bit, she sat there a moment. Then brightly asked, "so what brings you here?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	gothichippy 2008-05-18 10:58 pm UTC (link)
	He slid a container of honey toward her with a grin and pushed a hand trough his light curls. "Oh I've been told to go out into the world and find myself. I suppose the self I am isn't good enough," he chuckled and shrugged, sipping the tea. "You are an artist?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

gothicportrait
2008-05-20 08:32 pm UTC (link)

"Yes...sort of." She laughed a little, "trying to be, at least. I paint and draw...mostly I just work at one of the galleries. I sale someone else's work for hundreds of dollars, and cringe because my work is better...but finding places to show it doesn't come easy."

She sighed a bit, though, shaking her head. "At least I'm not starving. And I do find time to paint..."

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	gothichippy 2008-05-20 08:38 pm UTC (link)
	"Well, do it for the love and the sky's the limit!" he said brightly as he moved to look a few of those paintings as he sipped at his tea. "These are very nice," he soon announced. "I'm more a music boy than a visual artist, but really, very lovely." (Reply to this) (Parent)