theo (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} londonaftrdark) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} oldwest_rpg,@ 2008-10-06 21:11:00 |
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Who: Theo & Lydia
What: Dinner conversation.
Where: Joanna's Home.
When: October 06, 1867; Early Evening (4:45pm)
Status: Incomplete.
What: Dinner conversation.
Where: Joanna's Home.
When: October 06, 1867; Early Evening (4:45pm)
Status: Incomplete.
So it had been a day after one week since the last time both Lydia and Theo had seen each other. Sure Theo received the letter only a day after their little run-in, but since he had been so damn nervous to even step foot near Joanna's home. Many times he tried to ready himself, thinking that this was the day he would head over there for a meal and a talk, but every time he stopped and simply turned his heel, heading in the opposite direction. Today was different. He kicked himself in the ass and decided that he wasn't going to be such a whimp. It was only Lydia, so what was the harm in visiting?
After stepping foot from the inn, he tidied up his tie and wiped at his vest, pulling either corner of his coat tighter around his form. Theo wanted to look somewhat decent for this; not only because this wasn't his home, nor had he met the owner, but it was for her. Hopping on his horse, he slowly trotted away from the buildings in the direction of where he had been taken last time. He wasn't in a hurry, but he did think twice about sending the horse into a gallop, afraid that by the time he'd get there, Lydia and her friend would be gone.
Moments passed, and during those moments, he was able to smoke a cigarette to calm his nerves, as well as chew frantically on a mint leaf to clear his breath of tobacco. Theo reached the home, and dismounted, spitting from his mouth the soggy leaf and squeaking his teeth with the rub of a surprisingly clean finger. He then tied the horse up, and stepped forth to the door.
*knock-knock-knock*
After stepping foot from the inn, he tidied up his tie and wiped at his vest, pulling either corner of his coat tighter around his form. Theo wanted to look somewhat decent for this; not only because this wasn't his home, nor had he met the owner, but it was for her. Hopping on his horse, he slowly trotted away from the buildings in the direction of where he had been taken last time. He wasn't in a hurry, but he did think twice about sending the horse into a gallop, afraid that by the time he'd get there, Lydia and her friend would be gone.
Moments passed, and during those moments, he was able to smoke a cigarette to calm his nerves, as well as chew frantically on a mint leaf to clear his breath of tobacco. Theo reached the home, and dismounted, spitting from his mouth the soggy leaf and squeaking his teeth with the rub of a surprisingly clean finger. He then tied the horse up, and stepped forth to the door.
*knock-knock-knock*