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Callum Young (fakingit) wrote in toujoursliberer,
@ 2008-08-21 23:41:00

Entry tags:

callum_young, lucy_pendelton, reuben_stjohn

Meet Mr Young
Subject: A faud is in town!
Where: Out in the streets of London, afternoon
Warnings: TBC
Open To: aaaanyone (more than one person can reply, so feel free to thread!)

Callum was never one to wait around in a pub when things got a little tired and bored - and that was a frequent occurance at four in the afternoon. Though "Antony" might have disapproved of his employee wandering the streets when he was feeling slightly inebriated Callum saw no harm in it. It wasn't as if he was going to run around and throw paint at random people and Antony certainly didn't need to know of his escapades on the side.

Striding around and smiling at a few familiar faces who walked by, the familiar thought of "I love this" popped into his head and he beamed even wider at the ones who looked rather displeased to see him. Mr Young, the infamous Scottish painter of saucy pics. If only they knew; Callum couldn't even draw stick men, let alone the masterpieces the Earl frequently finished.

Tripping over someone else's feet, Callum managed to steady himself and swung around rather flamboyantly yet with a graceful and earnest, "I'm so very sorry," as if they were the most important person in the world, a knack which came naturally to him.

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wiltedwalflower
2008-08-21 07:40 pm UTC (link)

This was the hardest part of her job. Delivering her column to the pick up point always made her quite antsy and anxious. To combat her anxiety, Lucy liked to pretend she was a character from one of her favorite books, and that she was just as brave and fearless as they were. It was rather childish, she supposed, but what did that matter? It brought a little bit of excitement into her rather dull and predictable life.

She was busy imagining what sort of daring escapade she was on this time, when she felt someone run into her. That jarred her from her make believe and instantly put her on edge, fearing whoever it was was going to know immediately what she was doing. She brought her hand to her chest to check that nothing was jarred. Feeling the small bundle still in place, Lucy breathed a sigh of relief, but snapped at the man after he apologized. "As well you should be. You need to watch where you're going!"

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fakingit
2008-08-21 07:59 pm UTC (link)

Of all the years Callum had wanted to play someone else, now he was actually living as a character, not just make-believe. He had possibly met his match with this one, though. Stalling, Callum did a double-take at the woman's response, not really expecting it on such a nice day and after he'd apologised so nicely too! He'd obviously got her riled and despite his shocked face a smile formed on his lips and he gave an, "Oh hellooo," in his deep Scottish brogue, glancing her up and down as his eyes got that intrigued sort of shimmer.

"What beastie do I seem to have summoned from the mists?" There went his loose tongue again. All niceties were dropped in favour of a sparring match due to the slight amount of alcohol he'd consumed. If they had swords he would be waving his around right now and doing a dance with it, with little regard for anyone else. "I appear to have ticed it somehow.."

	fakingit 2008-08-22 07:51 pm UTC (link)
	Callum gave a small, barely-there smile. Almost rueful. Her tone had changed dramatically, she showed a slight curiosity in him rather than the will to dismiss him immediately as he'd supposed she might. "It is my job, miss," he answered simply. "In my current position to be myself would be to my ruining." And that was the most he'd admitted it to himself. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	fakingit 2008-08-23 06:54 am UTC (link)
	"Only almost?" Callum laughed gently, but he did not add anything more to it. He had already said far too much and if this woman had an astute brain she might haev been able to figure out exactly what he meant by it. He hoped to God she wouldn't. "I must say you are quite nicer to talk to when you are not snapping like a poked bear..." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	fakingit 2008-08-23 05:27 pm UTC (link)
	"Then I feel honoured to witness it, my lady, and I pray you are better for it in the remainder of the day," he said, giving an earnest bow of his head. He was quickly becoming sober and he didn't like it too much especially not when this woman was getting to him. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)