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Sheila Blackstone has a heart on the highway. ([info]intodarkness) wrote in [info]paxletalelogs,
@ 2010-08-08 00:56:00

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Entry tags:nephthys, poseidon

Who: Paul and Sheila
What: Advice and fun times
Where: 1005 and we'll see
When: Umm. The day after this.
Warnings: Not likely.

She'd managed to leave work early, driving home with enough time to change before heading up. She didn't have much hopes for Mr. Oceaneer on the 10th floor, but she was trying to pay more attention to her neighbors. They were important in a way. If she looked out for them, they might look out for her. If she needed it - which was fairly doubtful.

She pulled on a loose pair of black capris, along with a tank before grabbing a bottle of grape juice from the fridge. It would be a more funny accompaniment then wine at any rate. She took the elevator. A tongue was stuck out at Pseudo's door before she rapped on 1005.


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[info]intodarkness
2010-08-08 04:00 pm UTC (link)
"The big stuff," she said, laughing lightly. No, she didn't quite believe him - but that was alright. Seven floors to ride down took no time and she could humor it. "I think people overthink it all, frankly."

Her head tilted, her twin ponytails swinging off to the side. "Not that often. It's not as fun when you're by yourself. You need someone who's either as enthusiastic as you are or slightly squeamish." Her grin was impish as the elevator doors opened. "And the ball pit is the best part." She held up a hand before dashing for 301. Her door had been unlocked and with an underhand toss, the grape juice landed on her couch. Score. She skipped back, hands slide-smacking against each other as she did so. "Easy as pie."

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[info]i_sea_you
2010-08-08 04:38 pm UTC (link)
"Really? You think people overthink it? I hadn't thought much about it all until recently," Paul admitted, rubbing the back of his neck as he followed Sheila to her apartment. "Things have been...weird." He wasn't quite sure how to put it into words, but she was easy to talk to and cheesy pizza would always help too.

Grinning, he gently tugged on one of her ponytails. She was...a kid at heart? Or something? That might explain the Disney fascination. "I guess I would fall under the squeamish category," he said. "I can't remember what else is there besides the ball pit. Alright, let's roll."

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[info]intodarkness
2010-08-09 03:19 pm UTC (link)
The door was slammed shut but not in an agressive manner. Just tugged until it made a satisfying slam that echoed through the halls. Nodding - half to herself and half to him - she moved back to the elevator. "They do. Everyone goes on and on, bemoaning things when - simple as that - you just can just deal and keep going." She paused though before jabbing the button for the lobby. "People like to pity themselves though."

A laugh erupted as he grabbed her ponytail. Aha, lightening up. "Games and the worst pizza ever. You'll like it or need tylenol after."

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[info]i_sea_you
2010-08-09 06:06 pm UTC (link)
"Just deal and keep going?" Paul held back a smile. "Easier said than done sometimes. We're not all as resilient as you, madam," he said as the elevator doors opened - was this thing actually cooperating tonight? Crazy shit. "But I've always tried to remember that life is more about how you react than what happens to you." Tried to, but it was still quite a task sometimes, when all he wanted to do was throw himself off the roof.

Games the worst pizza ever! "Sounds great," he nodded. "I haven't had cardboard crust in awhile."

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[info]intodarkness
2010-08-09 06:30 pm UTC (link)
"Why waste time musing over it?" Sheila nodded though. Most people did get caught up in it and couldn't move past it. Most grumpy and depressed people did. If they just didn't let it affect them, they'd be that much better. At least, that was how she viewed it. She tossed a smile up at him. "Good. It's a good step to start with."

The elevator in this building was fairly reliable and they reached the lobby in no time. "It's very nutritious," she said, biting her lip to keep a grin from spreading. Serious just didn't do well for her. "Better than those with high nutrients."

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[info]i_sea_you
2010-08-10 12:51 pm UTC (link)
"Because it's...well, don't you like to understand things, and why they happen?" Paul asked as the elevator doors opened and they emerged into the lobby. "Is there even such a thing as nutritious pizza?" he inquired in all seriousness, but he smiled and it actually reached his eyes as he opened the front door for his grape-juice cardboard pizza consuming companion.

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[info]intodarkness
2010-08-10 11:07 pm UTC (link)
"Sometimes," she admitted. Her head tipped to the side again, heading out the doors. "But at a certain point I realize it's a waste of time and it's better to just power forward. You know?" She gave a slight, mocking curtsy, tugging at her pants before heading through the front door. "Organic ones, I think. I'm no healthy food nut though."

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[info]i_sea_you
2010-08-11 11:08 am UTC (link)
They emerged into the summer night air which, around this area at least, always carried the slightest hint of the smell of sea salt. This was why Paul had moved here, why he liked it so much. It was calming, in a sense. "You should write fortune cookies," he informed Sheila. "If the storyteller thing doesn't work out for you. And no, I'm not a healthy food nut either. I try to be, but sometimes it doesn't always work out." He liked alcohol too much for that!

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[info]intodarkness
2010-08-11 03:10 pm UTC (link)
She shook her head, smirking slightly. "I'd have to limit myself word wise. I like to ramble a bit. Word padding, giving details. Straight-up advice is often ignored anyhow. I do better by putting it in my stories." She took his arm as they moved along, keeping her eyes peeled for the pizza place. "I don't think anyone really is a health food nut. They fake it."

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[info]i_sea_you
2010-08-11 04:14 pm UTC (link)
"Oh, you do? So does every story you tell have some advice hidden somewhere, meant just for the audience?" Paul wanted to know as they headed for giant mice and cheesy pizza. The weather was gorgeous, standing no chance of changing - he could tell immediately - and it wasn't every day that he had a perky storyteller girl on his arm so he was content. "People fake a lot of things, sadly."

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[info]intodarkness
2010-08-11 08:11 pm UTC (link)
"Most. If they don't they're told just as a distraction." She leaned towards him, mock-confiding. "They're not as good as the ones with a lesson." She pulled back spotting the home of the mouse - and not her favorite Disney one. "Over there and - yes. They do. But sometimes it's better."

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[info]i_sea_you
2010-08-11 11:30 pm UTC (link)
Paul laughed softly as Sheila shared her Big Secret. "So the one you told me, did that have a lesson?" he wondered, striding forward a few steps to get the door to the fine establishment for her. He didn't think chivalry was dead, and it was just respectful to not slam the door in someone's face anyway. "I suppose you have a knack for storytelling and lesson-giving," he said, scanning the place once they were inside. Holy shit, this was going to be interesting.

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[info]intodarkness
2010-08-12 04:49 am UTC (link)
"Of course it did," she said brightly. "Did you get it?" She inclined her head before slipping inside. She skipped ahead to the woman at the front, holding her hand up for a stamp even though they didn't need one. She grabbed Paul's arm again to move to the main counter. "What kind of pizza do you like?"

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[info]i_sea_you
2010-08-12 11:09 am UTC (link)
He was in Chuck E. Cheese. There were...ball pits nearby, and shrieking children, along with whack-a-mole - which Paul would probably kill in about two seconds. Give him a hammer to take out his aggression and shit would hit the fan. This was still hard to believe, but perhaps better than watching nerdy documentaries at home.

Studying the pizza selections, he shook his head. "I actually didn't get it," he confessed. "But I guess you're not going to tell me, right? And I'm a ham and pineapple sort of person but really, not picky. You can put whatever you want on your half."

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[info]intodarkness
2010-08-13 01:31 am UTC (link)
Her grin was entirely cheeky. "Of course not. Part of the lesson is figuring it out." She stepped up to the counter, doing the work for both of them. Her tastes weren't too picky and since Em, she'd learned to expand her choices. Ham and pineapple was fine by her. As the lady at the register rang it up, she asked how many tokens they needed. Sheila raised a brow at Paul. "Are we playing games tonight?"

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[info]i_sea_you
2010-08-13 11:15 am UTC (link)
Games? Were they playing games? Oh, hell. Why not? A dose of air hockey or some skee ball wouldn't kill him.

"Uh, sure," Paul said, wondering how many token things they'd even need. "We'll take one hundred." Was that enough? He hadn't been to a place like this in, well, maybe forever. But he just went with that for now, and handed over the cash to pay for this fine dining and gaming experience. "If I beat you at air hockey, you'll have to tell me the meaning of the story," he stipulated.

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[info]intodarkness
2010-08-15 05:35 am UTC (link)
She couldn't help the smirk as he said they were to play. Good. It couldn't hurt to lighten up - and they were both well aware of the cheesiness. As the girl handed back the tokens and a tray with their number, along with forks and knives Sheila raised a brow.

"And what happens if I beat you? What do I get? You still owe me a story, Paul." It wasn't like her to forget such things and she hadn't; a friendly reminder now, that was all.

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[info]i_sea_you
2010-08-15 02:16 pm UTC (link)
Now to find a table, he supposed? So they could wait for their delicious and amazing ham and pineapple cardboard pizza? Paul took proffered tray and tokens, then began winding his way through the crowd of little people with Sheila, until they found a table toward the back.

"I owe you a story, Ms. Storyteller?" Paul asked, as if shocked. "Well, I guess I do, so that seems fair. I'll tell you one if you beat me but you'll have to specify what you want it to be about otherwise I'll tell you any old boring story."

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[info]intodarkness
2010-08-15 04:44 pm UTC (link)
Far enough back that the happy screams from the children were slightly muffled and the pop music echoed terribly, Sheila approved of the table. She slipped into the booth pulling the cup of coins off to begin making two even piles. Metal coins stacked high and she smiled, half to herself.

"I want to hear about your lady," she said simply. "Even if she's not exactly your lady yet or was before." She didn't want to make assumptions after all.

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[info]i_sea_you
2010-08-15 09:18 pm UTC (link)
"My lady?" Paul, of course, blushed a slight crimson. His leg was bouncing nervously but he put an end to that and folded his hands on the table. "Oh, well...it's sort of...strange." How to describe it? He wasn't even sure he could put it into words. "We work together. Just started working together, I mean. And I feel like I've known her for years, like I already know her from somewhere. She seems so familiar to me. Isn't that weird?"

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[info]intodarkness
2010-08-17 05:55 am UTC (link)
She continued to make her stacks of coins, looking around them at him. "Are you sure you've never met her before?" More coins went higher and her tongue stuck out between her lips in thought. She wasn't one for it, exactly but she did suggest, "If you haven't, some people believe in reincarnation."

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[info]i_sea_you
2010-08-17 12:23 pm UTC (link)
Paul arched an eyebrow at the question, watching Sheila beyond the twin token towers. "I'm absolutely sure," he confirmed. He would have remembered someone like Cassie. She wasn't easily forgettable. "...reincarnation?"

Wasn't that some crazy cracked out idea, like, when you died you could come back as a pair of tennis shoes? "What exactly do you mean?" Paul asked. "What would she be a reincarnation of?"

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