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Pansy Parkinson (pugface) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2009-09-06 23:55:00

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WHO: Pansy Parkinson & [OPEN]
WHAT: Taking in the city.
WHEN: This afternoon.
WHERE: A cafe near the buildings.
RATING: TBD.
STATUS: Incomplete.

Pansy still couldn't believe she wasn't in her own world anymore, that she was stuck in some strange portal to all different dimensions and universes and time periods. Bloody insane, that's what it was. All the witch wanted to do was get back home and get back to work on her latest designs. She didn't even have a wand here! Oh, sure, Merlin himself and a young Professor Snape were helping to make her one, but that wasn't the point. She had her own, sitting in her bedroom where it always was when she wasn't using it. Someone like Pansy didn't exactly need her wand for fights or defense, but it was incredibly useful when it came to the charms necessary to put together her pieces.

With a sigh, Pansy glanced down at the small cup of coffee she was holding in one hand. She'd taken one sip, wrinkled her upturned nose in distaste, and refused to drink another drop. Even the food and drinks here were way below her usual standards. She was used to the finest of everything, and, well, this was most definitely not.

She was sitting at an outside table, watching the people go by with a sort of snobby expression on her face. She always walked around looking that way for the most part, and it really didn't mean anything, even if Pansy was pretty much the epitome of a snob, a spoiled brat. She was just busy concentrating on the area around herself, trying to feel like she belonged, even though just her pristine posture made it clear that she wasn't in her own element at all.

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itllbeokay
2009-09-11 04:35 pm UTC (link)

Sam was practically jogging down the side walk. It was a lunch break and his boss had all kicked him out of the garage in order to get something to eat. He figured the minute his stomach started growling loudly that it was time to listen.

He would have simply stopped at his parents' apartment and get a sandwhich but he didn't feel like bothering his mother at the moment. Instead he walked passed and noticed a cafe. It wasn't his usual type of thing but it was right there and it would be a quick way to eat then go.

Sitting himself at a small table across a woman, Sam waited for the waiter. Hand idly wiping at the smudge of grease on his forehead.

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pugface
2009-09-11 10:19 pm UTC (link)

Pansy couldn't help but stare at the man that had seated himself nearby. She liked to be aware of things, and whenever a new person was in her presense, she just had to give them a once-over. She ended up staring quite a bit, which often made other people uncomfortable, but she couldn't really help it. And she didn't much care to, either.

He didn't look any different than anyone else she had seen before, especially in this place, although he was positively filthy. She didn't know what was all over him, but it caused her to wrinkle her nose up in distaste. Reaching for her napkin, she reached over and proceeded to hand it to the man.

"If you're going to sit here where I can see you, would you mind cleaning up a bit?" she asked, her heavy English accent even more apparent.

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itllbeokay
2009-09-14 01:37 am UTC (link)

Sam frowned for a moment, before a bemused smile curved his lips and his brows bunched a bit more together. He looked at the napkin, before looking at her. Some unfavorable things flitted through his mind, most of all refusing it. Because really, he wasn't bothering her none. However, that would have been childish of him and she had a point. Not to mention Sam didn't feel like arguing. He knew her type of female. And it was the last thing he wanted to deal with right now.

Taking the napkin with a polite accent, he wiped his face. His hands are clean. He always washed those, it just hadn't occured to him, while he'd run out to get food for that very hungry stomach, to wash much of his face. "Thank you, miss." He said before proceeding to hand her his own clean napkin in return.

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pugface
2009-09-14 02:24 am UTC (link)

Well, that had gone better than Pansy could have imagined. She didn't think about it, but she said things a bit more...bluntly than most. If someone took it the wrong way, she didn't care much, but it was always better to have a pleasant interaction than a nasty one.

"Thank you, love," she replied with a smile, allowing herself to put on the charm now that she was looking across at someone a little more dirt-free. "Honestly, you don't want to sit down to a meal with a filthy face." Because she thought it looked much better when she could actually see it.

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