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andrew has been down a lot of lanes. (downlanes) wrote in transition_rpg,
@ 2012-11-02 20:47:00

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01.04.13, andrew, andrew and gwen, gwen

Who: Gwen Tennyson and Andrew Lane
When: January 4, 2013.
Where: The local coffee shop.
What: Andrew is new to town and scoping the place out. He runs into Gwen.
Rating: Can't imagine it'll get higher than PG, but I'll update if I'm wrong.

Andrew had been very careful upon his arrival in town. He'd found a room at a quiet motel, and then he'd gone and driven a circuit through Duskwood's streets. Architecturally it was lovely enough, not unlike his memories of early childhood in the northeast, and there seemed to be all sorts of people about. He'd had time to work out the bugs in his speech - to recall American slang, to remember how Boston boys pronounced their ahhhhs, long and nasal and distinctive. The trip down from the old homestead in search of family had been good practice, and now that he was in Supernatural Central, he felt absolutely confident that he could fake being semi-local.

Thank the lord for television. Jon Stewart was the source for all things American pop-culture, as far as Andrew was concerned.

After he'd seen the town, he'd circled back around to a coffee shop and parked his car. Then it was a matter of trotting up the steps, in the door, and buying some kind of drink to nurse until he could find a natural way to ease into conversation with a stranger.

"Andrew?" The barista called. "Your cappuccino is ready."

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lawfulbeauty
2012-11-03 02:14 am UTC (link)

Gwen rarely spent much time not doing school work. Today was no different. It didn't matter that her classes didn't start again until Monday, she wanted to be ready. So she'd spent a great deal of her holiday break going over legal terms and brushing up on the things that she'd already learned. She didn't care for being cooped up all the time at home, especially since Wes worked as much as he did and she didn't particularly care for being alone. Because of this she'd become a frequent patron of the local coffee shop.

She had her favorite booth there, close enough to the counter that she didn't have to worry about leaving her stuff while she got up to walk to it to collect a drink. She'd been there for a while, laptop and books spread out over the table top, her cozy little home away from home. She liked being able to at least have some background noise while she did her studying.

When the barista called Andrew, she was already at the counter picking up her own warming beverage and she smiled at the man as he approached. "Morning," she said to him, flashing a smile. It was only right to be a friendly face to a stranger, perhaps it would be the bright point in his day. "Good choice," she added, eyes flicking to his cup as he picked it up. "The cappuccino here is divine." Her accent was still as thick as ever despite having been in Duskwood for some time now and did little to hide her British origins.

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downlanes
2012-11-03 04:17 am UTC (link)

Andrew almost forgot himself. Almost. In the end it was the drawn-out "ahhh" that saved him, a verbal space-filler until his brain could restart. "Morning. I'm glad I made a good pick; sometimes there's too much milk."

It was the accent that had thrown him - like something from a summer trip as a teen, not the sort of thing he'd expect in Duskwood. In spite of himself, he smiled a little. "If you have breakfast ideas, I'm open to them. I mean, I suppose you can't go wrong with coffee cake--"

But it wasn't much of a meal, and making his own judgment call wouldn't keep the conversation going, would it?

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lawfulbeauty
2012-11-03 04:25 am UTC (link)

Gwen smiled at him, glad to have a little morning conversation. It was nice to speak to someone who wasn't her brother or one of his many conquests that passed in and out of the house on a near constant basis on his off days. She loved her brother, she really did, but some of those women were just... well, her mother always told her if she couldn't find something nice to say it was better to just leave it at nothing. And that was exactly what those women were; nothing.

"They make a wonderful croissant," she told him. "And they can serve it with fresh fruit. Not a huge breakfast, but it's really filling. Or you could replace the fruit with an omelet which are also really good," she added. "Actually, an omelet does sound lovely to me," she admitted, turning back to the barista. The coffee shop didn't have a huge selection of breakfast foods, but omelets were better than some of their pastries and other little items they offered. Ordering one with cheese, ham and assorted peppers along with a croissant, she then turned her attention back to the man.

"Guess I made myself hungry," she laughed, offering out a hand. "Gwendolyn," she told him. "Nice to meet you."

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downlanes
2012-11-04 08:53 pm UTC (link)

"Andrew," the stranger said, and reached out to shake. "New to town. If you couldn't tell by the, you know, Boston." Though he didn't laugh, Andrew did grin widely. Then, once his hand was released, he tucked it into a jacket pocket. He'd be needing that wallet again.

"An omelet does sound like a good start. I'm going to spend the day looking for work, so who knows when lunch will be."

Whenever he got hungry, most likely. Andrew wasn't a man of strict timetables, which would have to change if he really was going to stick around. Bosses generally didn't like employees who turned up whenever it suited them.

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lawfulbeauty
2012-11-04 09:10 pm UTC (link)

She smiled at him again. "I'm slightly new to town myself," she admitted. She'd noticed his accent, but it wasn't uncommon to see people with Boston accents considering the town wasn't too terribly far. Plenty of Duskwood residents commuted to the bigger city for jobs and things like that. Her own accent was much less common place but that didn't matter so much. "Haven't been here even a year yet," she admitted. It still felt brand new to her sometimes.

"Do you have anything in particular that you're looking for as far as work goes?" she asked him. She didn't know much about the town, but maybe she could think of some place that was hiring in the field he hoped to go into. It couldn't hurt to help the man a little if she could.

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