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colincredible ([info]colincredible) wrote in [info]wished,
@ 2010-09-14 10:36:00

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Entry tags:!2003: 09, !complete, colin creevey, oriel summerby

Who: Colin and OPEN (also open to several people, don't be scared!)
Where: Diagon Alley
When: Following Colin's dentist appointment
Status: Incomplete, low rating (I expect)


Shite bloody bollocks hell arse...

That fucking hurt! Colin took a couple of tentative steps out of Dr. Dolder's office, as if his swollen gums might somehow affect his walking. On realizing that the jawbone isn't connected to the foot bone, he set off at a brisk stride in the direction of his favorite pub, The Mission.

"Your lunch, you are planning to have it soon, yes?" Dolder had asked him in his thick (and annoying) Swiss accent. Colin had tried to stare him down, but Dolder seemed incapable of recognizing a death glare when one, well, stared him in the face.

"Yesh," Colin answered, then winced at how he sounded. Bloody novocaine. Dolder had forbidden magical-only treatments to fix Colin's rotten tooth, so a numb jaw and a power tool were the order of the morning.

After staggering through another minute or so of the Swiss Sadist's lecturing of what Colin could and couldn't have (though Colin planned to ignore all of this), the young blond man retreated from the sterile smell of the dentist's office.


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[info]isign
2010-09-14 03:24 pm UTC (link)
Oriel had dropped off his latest column at the Quibbler offices - and then stayed to do some fact checking for some of the other journalists. But round about lunch time, his stomach started growling (not that he could hear it, but he could feel the twisty-churniness) and so he decided that lunch was in order.

Setting off, he headed for Diagon Alley, not entirely sure where he would stop in, but wanting food nonetheless. He walked along with his fingers tucked loosely into the pockets of the slim fitting jeans that he wore. The sleeves of his sweater fell down over his hands, and he had a scarf knotted around his neck, falling long and loose.

His mind drifted, as it often did, and he turned a corner and ended up running smack into someone who was just coming out a door. Oriel's vivid blue eyes snapped up then, wipe and apologetic, and he threw up his hands and started signing a rapid apology - forgetting, for the moment, that the person he had run into probably wouldn't understand. Like most people when they were frantic, he defauled back to his first language - sign.

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[info]colincredible
2010-09-14 06:56 pm UTC (link)
Well, wasn't this just Colin's day? He hadn't been hurt, or truly, even very affected by the young man's unintentional assault on Colin's right shoulder. But it had come at precisely the moment he'd gotten Dolder out of his head and his focus set on pizza and beer for lunch.

Instead, he was looking down at a smallish guy who was gesticulating wildly and rapidly in what Colin could only assume was sign language. Bleeding hell.

"Mate, I've got no idea what you're saying" Colin squeezed through his swollen gums. Only then did he realize the humor in the situation: Colin could hardly speak after his dental injury, not that it mattered: this guy couldn't hear him!

Colin dug into his corduroy coat, looking for a pen to hand the kid. He found a beaten and chewed stick pen and offered it up, sheepishly, to his "assailant". Digging around with his free hand in every remaining pocket, Colin found he had nothing to write on. Shite.

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[info]isign
2010-09-14 08:21 pm UTC (link)
Oriel blinked several times rapidly as the other began to speak, which he could tell by the moving of his lips. Although it wasn't perfect articulation, he could tell (a result of the freezing, but he didn't know that!), but he had some idea of what was said. Sort of.

He let his hads fall back to his sides, and looked a little bit sheepish at that. Glancing at the pen that was offered to him, Oriel gave a little shake of his head.

"Sorry," he pronounced, which also explained that he could speak. His voice had that flat quality to it, because he had never been able to learn inflections or anything like that, given that he couldn't hear such things. But he could speak. He didn't always like to around strangers, because he was self concious, though. But it tended to be necessary.

"Are you okay?" he asked, although he knew he wasn't the hulking and large sort that could really do damage by running into someone.

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[info]colincredible
2010-09-14 09:43 pm UTC (link)
"Yeah, m'all right", Colin replied, chuckling at his errant assumption. Which was followed with another realization - laughing, shrugging, and speaking all at once makes for poor lipreading.

Raising his hands into a gesture that could mean "I can't sign", "look, I'm not wearing gloves", or "holy crap, I have hands!", Colin repeated himself slower and more clearly through his throbbing gums.

"I'm okay, are you okay?" Kevin stuffed the battered pen back into his pocket.

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[info]isign
2010-09-14 09:46 pm UTC (link)
Oriel nodded his head in understanding (going with the assumption that the first was meant, as that was generally the case in these matters). "I can read lips," he replied. As long as Colin was looking at him and not holding hands in front of his face or anything else that would obscure his view.

The bloke looked a bit familiar although he couldn't entirely place why. From Hogwarts, he assumed, as that was usually the case when someone looked familiar (unless they were exceedingly old or young).

"I'm okay," Oriel agreed, dipping his head in a nod, his fingers forming the words as he spoke them, out of habit. "Just wasn't watching." Obviously, since rarely did he run into someone on purpose!

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[info]colincredible
2010-09-15 04:06 am UTC (link)
Or listening? The wisecrack came far too fast to Colin's irreverent and take-no prisoners wit and mind. For once, though, Colin bit back the retort, but not the sly smile that accompanied the thought.

"Good on, then," he replied instead, careful to keep his mouth in full view of the younger boy, who looked a bit startled still. "On my way to grab a slice. What's your name, I would fold aces if I've not seen you before."

Okay, so Colin played poker. Big deal. (It was, especially at the end of the month when he had to rely on winnings to pay the rent.)

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[info]isign
2010-09-15 01:13 pm UTC (link)
Oriel wondered if he had read those words wrong, because he had absolutely no idea what 'fold aces' meant. He furrowed his brow a little bit before he replied.

"Oriel. Oriel Summerby," he said. And of course they had crossed paths before. More than once, likely, both being Muggleborn and all. What with how all the Muggleborns had been lumped together that year, that fateful year when the Death Eaters had been running the school.

"What's yours?" he asked, because he couldn't quite placing. Years and age did that to a person.

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(ooc: pronounced or-EYE-ell or ORE-ee-ell?)
[info]colincredible
2010-09-15 05:03 pm UTC (link)
There was a strange chill in Colin's occipital on hearing Oriel's name. Now he was sure he knew this bloke somehow. He was young enough to have been several years behind Colin at Hogwarts, but Colin had admittedly fallen into the same trap as most Hogwarts students: with a couple of notable exceptions, he'd not noticed anyone younger than his brother.

"Colin," he answered with a slight frown, still working over where the name Summerby had last appeared. "Colin Creevey."

Just then, a hulking sort in a khaki-colored trenchcoat and black bowler hat nearly ran over the impromptu introductions, and Colin flashed an arm out to stop Oriel from being trampled. He stared down the stranger as he continued down the sidewalk.

"Mate, we've got to get out of traffic. Islands in a stream and all that," he turned and said to the younger man.

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(ORE-ee-ell!)
[info]isign
2010-09-15 06:57 pm UTC (link)
"Oh," Oriel said lamely, because that name meant something. Dennis had been in his year (at least, the year Oriel had started in - he had had to repeat a year after the War), and so he knew him. And thus knew who Colin was for that reason.

"I--" But he didn't know what to say, because what did you say about someone who was dead five years. Not that time made it any better at all. Some wounds never healed, did they? Oriel didn't think so. He'd lost his grandparents and he still missed them all the time. His great-grandmother as well.

Fortunately Colin spoke, and moved them out of the way of a hurried stranger. "Ah, yes," he agreed with a nod of his head. "We could go and sit somewhere? Talk?"

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Re: (ORE-ee-ell!)
[info]colincredible
2010-09-15 08:24 pm UTC (link)
The younger man went strangely quiet. He wanted to go somewhere and talk? They'd only just exchanged names (familiar though they might have been), and it was chatting time?

"O-okay," Colin answered, a little unsure of exactly what was going on. He jerked his thumb in the direction of the Mission. Hell if he was going to be put off his grand pizza-and-beer-lunch designs.

As he took the first step or two back into the flow of foot traffic, Colin vaguely wondered if he was being picked up, then dismissed it. No, that would just be too bizarre.

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[info]isign
2010-09-15 08:35 pm UTC (link)
Oriel would have turned ten shades of red and more if he knew what Colin was pondering then. He had never picked anyone up in his life. Oriel was a hopeless romantic, which probably explained why he had never really been on many dates before.

"We don't have to," he said quickly, not sure if he had asked something odd or not. He was a friendly sort and always up for meeting new friends. His fingers fiddled when he wasn't signing, feeling a bit awkward, but then he smiled and nodded his head.

"Sure," he said, and he fell into step with Colin, following him to the pub, and through the doors.

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[info]colincredible
2010-09-15 09:08 pm UTC (link)
On stepping through the threshold of the Mission, Colin stopped, hovering between the ornamental Western saloon doors that had no place in an establishment of this type and the first several tables, all of which were empty. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, savoring the familiar scent of the fresh tomatoes Peabody used in his exquisite sauce.

"Oi!"

Colin snapped quickly back into reality at the sound of the sharp voice that cried out at him. It was Rebecca Hopkinton, wife of the old owner of the place. After Rebecca's husband Eric had died, a young American expatriate had bought the pizza place, and he'd kept Rebecca around on a "temporary" basis until he'd established regulars of his own. Rebecca, naturally, never left.

"My dear!" Colin hollered at the diminutive grey-haired woman who charged at him as rapidly as a diminutive grey-haired woman could. He exchanged air kisses with matron Hopkinton and grabbed a nearby table, motioning for Oriel to grab the other seat.

"She was very kind to me after I...left my job nextdoor," he explained. Saying that he'd left his job at the Idiot Savant nextdoor would have been a charitable description. Rather, it would be more accurate to say he'd been canned for harassing a patron who'd gotten a little mouthy with him. And, of course, for the handful of missed shifts when Colin couldn't get out of bed.

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[info]isign
2010-09-15 09:11 pm UTC (link)
Oriel stepped in after him, and he too could smell the mess of flavours that tangled together, his eyes darting as a woman came from the back. He missed half the exchange there, because he couldn't see their lips, but when his eyes landed on Colin, he did catch the explaination, and bobbed his head in a nod.

"That was nice of her," he said as they found a table, and he slipped into the seat opposite Colin. His eyes were all over, glancing up and around as he took in the place, before they returned to the other. Oriel looked at people quite a lot, out of necessity.

He took one of the menus on the table and flipped it open in front of him so he could study the selections, his eyes automatically seeking out the meatless options. There was always something, these days, even on the meatiest of menus.

"The food's good?" he asked, because Colin had obviously been here numerous times before.

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You're pretty quick on the draw with these, huh? ;-)
[info]colincredible
2010-09-15 09:35 pm UTC (link)
Colin threw his head back and roared with laughter. It was innocent guffawing; Colin certainly didn't intend to imply he was laughing at Oriel's suggestion the fare was less than fair. But it was a slightly absurd thought, knowing the Hopkintons (and Peabody) as well as he did.

Regaining control, Colin elaborated:

"Yeah, mate, the food's primo," he chuckled. Colin had no need to peruse the menu, he was a regular customer with a regular order (and a regular discount thanks to his loyalty). Half a Hawaiian pizza and a Carlsberg. Or two, depending on his state at the time.

"Any thoughts?" he asked Oriel with a grin.

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i've heard that rumour! :D
[info]isign
2010-09-15 09:37 pm UTC (link)
Oriel quirked a dark eyebrow, which disappeared up under the fringe of inky black bangs that covered his forehead. He wasn't sure why Colin was laughing, but he didn't feel like he was being laughed at which was good, because he never liked that.

"Good. That's good," he said, with a little dip of his head. His fingers slid down the edge of the menu again before he replied.

"I was thinking about the vegetarian pizza." He was a big fan of pizza in general, and it was one of those things that worked just as well without any meat on it at all (or so he thought - he knew well that other people didn't agree!).

"What are you having?"

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I'm off to rehearsal, back tonight. What time zone are you?
[info]colincredible
2010-09-15 09:44 pm UTC (link)
"Half an Hawaiian and a Carls'" he replied automatically, still in a bit of a habit from before that had become his de facto order. "The veg is good, just pass on the broccoli. Little trees and pizza do not mix," he added.

Colin took a moment to rack his memory for where the name Summerby registered. He could swear he used to hear it all the time, but not since...

"How do I know you?" Colin asked abruptly, with only a flicker of an idea of where that uncommon name had last crossed his ears.

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AST (EST + 1)
[info]isign
2010-09-15 09:47 pm UTC (link)
"No, they wouldn't be the best on pizza," Oriel agreed, and when the waitress came over to take their order, he asked for that - the vegetarian without broccoli, and some juice as well.

Colin's question was a fair one and also a difficult one. Oriel's eyes dropped to his fingers on the table top for a moment before he looked back up.

"Hogwarts," he replied, which probably was somewhat self-explainitory. "I'm Muggleborn as well." And many of the Muggleborns had been thrown together at times - and used for various experiments and 'practices' that still woke him up at night.

"I-- I was in Dennis's Year," he added, voice quieter than normal.

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Gotcha. I'm EST, that might be why this works out so well. :) You in Newfoundland?
[info]colincredible
2010-09-16 02:05 pm UTC (link)
That was it, then. That's where Colin knew him; "the little guy" (as Colin had taken to calling Dennis, afraid still of associating the memory with a name) had mentioned Oriel a few times. The little guy had liked Oriel, thought he'd been a good kid, a little shy, though the hearing thing might have caused that.

But how to approach this now? Colin still wasn't ready to talk about the little guy. He wasn't sure he ever would be, frankly; every time he got to thinking about the little guy and how it all...ended, Colin flew into a rage filled with despair. That's how he lost that job at the Idiot Savant. And the time before that, he got blind drunk and had "He Ain't Heavy" tattooed across his upper back.

"Right," Colin said flatly, not sure but not really concerned for the moment whether he was overemphasizing the lip movements for Oriel's sake. He shifted in his seat and furrowed his brow. "What house were you in?" Colin could tolerate Hogwarts talk for a few moments, but if it started to circle back to the little guy, Colin was going to have to take a more drastic step.

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Nova Scotia! Newfoundland is half hour ahead lol
[info]isign
2010-09-16 02:10 pm UTC (link)
Oriel traced fingertips over the table top in an absent manner, giving Colin time to process this. If there was one thing that Oriel was (generally) it was patient, and now was no different. His eyes flickered between Colin and something across the way, as if to give him some semblance of privacy, as much as he could.

When the conversation resumed - without mentioning Dennis again, although Oriel could understand that well enough - he replied, "Hufflepuff," easily enough. Something that rarely surprised anyone who met Oriel, who knew him at all, the softness and gentleness of the young man.

"You were in Gryffindor?" He was pretty sure that was the case, unless his memory was wonky.

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I've heard great things about both places. Want to visit PEI, myself. (From Boston.)
[info]colincredible
2010-09-16 02:38 pm UTC (link)
With a sad, wry smile, Colin replied, "House of champions." Quidditch Cup champions most of his Hogwarts career, House Cup champions for most of the same period.

Not to mention champions of the Second War. But at what cost? Gryffindor had been decimated, particularly in the Battle of Hogwarts.

Thankfully, matron Hopkinton saved him from further contemplation of the inequity by bringing his Carlsberg to the table. Colin started to lift it to his lips when he noticed Oriel had not gotten a beer.

"None for you?"

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PEI is lovely! :D Well, they all are!
[info]isign
2010-09-16 02:41 pm UTC (link)
Oriel nodded his head. Gryffindor had had quite a streak of winning those years leading up to the War, he knew - from the years he had been there, and the stories he had heard about the years before his arrival.

He glanced up when Colin did, to see the waitress bringing their drinks - Colin's beer and his own juice. Oriel shook his head, his inky dark hair sifting a little bit with the motion.

"I don't like beer," he admitted, and while his voice didn't change, his expression looked sheepish, as if there was something wrong with that. Well, most blokes seemed to like beer! Oriel, however, did not. But then, he didn't drink much, often. Maybe because he was down one sense already, but he didn't like doing something that could disorient the others.

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Ha. My Canada exposure is limited to Toronto. And the US side of Niagara, I guess.
[info]colincredible
2010-09-16 03:01 pm UTC (link)
This was one strange guy, Colin decided. He could speak (pretty clearly) though he couldn't hear, he was a vegetarian at the age of 21 or so, and he didn't like beer. Colin very nearly checked under the table to see if he wore Birkenstocks, clash though they might with his scarf.

"To each their own, then. Cheers," he offered, clinking glasses with the ex-Puff before downing a third or more of his beer. The novocaine had started to wear off, and Colin had half a mind to replace one numbness for another. Thank heaven he was off from work that evening.

Colin leaned back in his chair, hiked one leg up to rest his ankle on his opposite knee and sipped again on the beer. "So what should I know about you aside from the velocity at which you walk into people?" he asked with a wink.

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I was in Boston once! ... except I don't remember it.
[info]isign
2010-09-16 03:10 pm UTC (link)
"Cheers," Oriel said and he lifted his glass to clink it against Colin's, in a careful manner, so that he didn't end up with juice sluicing down his hand. Juice always left such stickiness behind that lingered and lingered.

He took a sip of the liquid before he set the glass down, although his fingers remained loosely curled around it. He ducked his head a little bit in a shy manner, but a smile was playing on his lips.

"Not much," he replied. His life was not one that was riddled through with excitement - but he was okay with that, as well. "I work for the Quibbler." A statement which made some people cock an eyebrow and look at him as though he'd suddenly grown a second head. But he liked the paper. Maybe it wasn't all true, but it explored the possibilities, and he liked that.

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[info]colincredible
2010-09-16 03:47 pm UTC (link)
The Quibbler, huh? Colin smirked.

"So's this place full of nargles?" he asked, amused. He must have asked a little too loudly, as Madam Hopkinton shot him a look from across the restaurant, which Colin returned with a toothy, all-too-fake smile and a wave of his hand.

Oh Luna. He hadn't heard anything about her after she was kidnapped early in Colin's 6th year. He'd worried about her; despite her bizarreness, she was sweet and loyal. But that was about when the anti-Muggleborn measures began in earnest at the school, and Colin had to put himself and the little guy ahead of anybody else.

"I'll definitely give the Quibbler one thing: they didn't decide Harry was a nutter. That always bothered me about the Prophet," he added.

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[info]isign
2010-09-16 03:51 pm UTC (link)
Oriel gave a little smile of acceptance at the comment - sort of came with the territory of his job. "They prefer mistletoe, so I'd guess no," he replied, his own version of a joke. He didn't know if he believed nargles even existed, but he liked the idea of them.

"They didn't," he agreed, fingers slipping over the table top, the wood notches and scuffed from wear. "They always believed in him." He had read the Quibbler back then, found it endlessly fascinating. The Prophet - well, it was just a typical paper, wasn't it? The truth didn't always win out over what would make money, sell copies.

Their server returned then, with their pizzas, which were pipping hot and smelled divine, and Oriel smiled at the scent alone as they were set down on the table, with utensils and a stack of napkins, because pizza could be messy business, with stringy cheese and drippy sauce.

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[info]colincredible
2010-09-16 04:15 pm UTC (link)
When there was pizza to be had, Colin was unlikely to speak. He laid into the first slice of his ham-and-pineapple concoction (though Peabody despaired of making it), feeling the burn of the hot cheese on his sore lip and soothing it with, you guessed it, beer.

After packing away a couple of slices, Colin slowed down, finished his beer, and sat back in his chair again. Now what?, he thought. Pleasantries were out of the way, by-and-large.

"Where were you off to so fast you nearly ran me over and then came to lunch with me?" he asked, quirking his eyebrow.

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[info]isign
2010-09-16 04:22 pm UTC (link)
Oriel was a more delicate eater, picking up a slice carefully and taking a nibbling bite of the end, to test both flavour and temperature. It was hot, but also delicious, and he decided he liked it quite a bit. Good pizza was always important.

He had only eaten his first slice and was just starting in on his second when Colin sat back. He set the piece down and wiped his fingers on his napkin, lifting one shoulder in something of a shrug.

"I wasn't going anywhere, really. I'd just come from work. Was thinking about finding lunch. Thinking too hard about it, I guess," he said with a rueful smile. Because he had been lost in the thought of food and then wham! collision with Colin. "Where were you going?" he asked curiously.

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[info]colincredible
2010-09-16 04:43 pm UTC (link)
That was a good question. An existentialist one, even. Where was Colin going? The short answer was,

"Right here. Wanted food after Dolder finished sticking drills into my mouth," he replied. The long answer would have been tougher. Nowhere, really. Living in a messy flat he shared with a messier alcoholic, working for spats of a couple months at a time wherever he'd be tolerated, and hoping for the occasional fuck and warm body to help him forget about the past.

"You from around here?" Colin wondered aloud. It was always good to know if someone he got along with lived in the neighborhood. The roommate had a tendency to get, well, touchy when he'd had too much to drink.

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[info]isign
2010-09-16 04:49 pm UTC (link)
Drills into his mouth? Oh. "You were at the dentist?" he asked, although really it was more a statement than a question. He couldn't think of any other situation that involved somsone drilling into your mouth. If there was another situation, he didn't want to know about it.

Oriel lifted his slice into the air again, letting it hover there as he said, "A few blocks away. Not too far," and then he took a nibbling bite of the pizza, which was still warm, but no longer threatened to burn his tongue off with every bite. He lived in a small flat, with two budgies, a mouse, a Pygmy Puff and soon to be a kitten as well, and sometimes an owl, when he wanted to come inside.

"You live close by as well?"

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[info]colincredible
2010-09-16 05:18 pm UTC (link)
"Sort of," Colin said, picking a chunk of pineapple from one of the remaining pieces and tossing it into his mouth. "I live in SoHo," he explained, not looking at Oriel but wondering if he quite understood what SoHo meant. "I've been there since, oi, three years ago."

Not in the same flat, of course. He hadn't held any one of those for over a year. Nor had he had a roommate for longer than that, but it's not as though Colin really worried about that; as long as the other guy paid their part of the rent, he couldn't be bothered.

Colin laid into the last slice he was going to eat at lunch (anything left would be dinner). When Madam Hopkinton stopped by to collect his empty beer glass, Colin asked for a glass of water and the check. He might not take off just yet, but he wanted to be all squared away.

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[info]isign
2010-09-16 05:23 pm UTC (link)
Oriel nodded, having an idea where SoHo was although it wasn't an area of the city he was in very often. "Do you like it?" he asked slowly as he finished off his second slice of pizza, and decided he would get the rest to go, to have for supper, or lunch tomorrow.

He was sipping on his juice when Hopkinton stopped by and he asked to have his pizza wrapped up, and said that he was seperate, because he hardly expected Colin to pay for his meal! All said in the halting, shy voice he used with strangers.

Oriel sat back then, pulling his mostly-drunk glass of juice closer to him, although he didn't make any move to take another drink. But rather just held onto it.

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[info]colincredible
2010-09-16 05:36 pm UTC (link)
"It's got some fun places to hang out," Colin said cryptically. After all, he'd only just re-met Oriel, there was no need to elaborate on his...weekend activities just yet. "You've never been? You should take a walk around there sometime," he added.

Colin paid for his portion of the meal (with his special Hopkinton discount) and re-crossed his legs. He had to figure out what to do with the rest of the day; now that his dental diversion was over and done with, he had no plans.

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[info]isign
2010-09-16 05:40 pm UTC (link)
"Does it?" Oriel asked with a naive sort of curiosity, because really, the more seedy things in life and in the city wouldn't really occur to him. He was like a lamb in the forest in that way.

He pulled out his wallet (not one made of leather, naturally) and paid for his food as well, giving a smile of thanks as his pizza was brought back in a small cardboard box that he could take home with him. "What sort of places?" he asked innocently as he set the box down for the moment, and took the last swallow of his juice.

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[info]colincredible
2010-09-16 05:56 pm UTC (link)
Colin stared. SoHo has an international reputation, how had that not made it as far as Diagon Alley? Was there a similar district in Wizarding London that Colin had missed? He hesitated for just a moments.

"Specialty shops and bars. Very...special," he repeated, wondering if the word would catch on. Colin usually wasn't much for subtlety. He'd take one toss at the politically correct way to describe SoHo and then blow caution out his arse and try again.

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[info]isign
2010-09-16 07:29 pm UTC (link)
It didn't take a moment or two, but the full meaning of the word did sink in eventually. "Special," Oriel echoed, and there was something in the way that Colin's lips formed the word, and the expression on his face when he said it, that made the meaning suddenly click home.

Oriel's cheeks turned very quickly pink, a bright colour that settled into his fair skin. "Oh," he said, his eyes darting down and then up again. "Erm. No. I definitely don't know those."

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[info]colincredible
2010-09-16 07:51 pm UTC (link)
What was that expression that flashed across Oriel's face as he blushed madly? It wasn't shame; no, Colin had seen that before on a couple of one-night-stands-on-the-morning-after. It didn't look much like guilt, either, though there might have been a touch of that in there.

That was embarrassment. For what, Colin wasn't quite sure.

"Evidently," he laughed. "Still say you should take a walk through there sometime, mate. If nothin' catches your fancy, it'll at least make for a good story." Colin winked at Oriel impulsively. He could take it as he wished, as it didn't actually mean anything.

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[info]isign
2010-09-16 08:07 pm UTC (link)
"Maybe," Oriel said, mostly to be polite. Although it could be interesting to walk through. But to do anything more than that was highly unlikely for him.

Because he was a romantic to the core, and whether that would see him caught in flights of fantasy over finding anything in reality, well, so be it.

But he didn't begrudge anyone their choice in lifestyle, that wasn't Oriel - well, unless said choice in lifestyle hurt people, of course. That was a different story altogether!

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Let me know if you've got ideas on where to take this.
[info]colincredible
2010-09-16 08:19 pm UTC (link)
Colin nodded and chuckled to himself, then changed the subject. It looked to Colin like Oriel wasn't really the clubbing type. But hey.

"So forgive the question, but how did the being deaf thing work at Hogwarts? Flitwick and Snape always talked with their backs to the class," he said, interested in the logistics.

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you should come on aim!
[info]isign
2010-09-16 08:23 pm UTC (link)
It was quite a good question! Something that had been difficult to sort out - in the beginning of his education. But magic was good for a number of things and that was one of them.

"Dumbledore gave me a special charmed quill," he replied. "It wrote down what the Professors were saying, in class." Regardless of where they were facing. So instead he could read along, and look up when he needed to see something - a picture or a demonstration or some such. Not an ideal solution, but it worked for him.

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I will when I get home, I'm leaving work soon.
[info]colincredible
2010-09-16 08:42 pm UTC (link)
"Huh," Colin grunted in response. He tried to picture it. A Quick-Quotes Quill of sorts, he imagined.

"So you do that at the Quibbler, too? I don't mean to pry, I'm just curious," he offered.

Hopkinton dropped by and cleaned up the rest of the table, winking at Colin as she whirled around the table. He gave her a curious look, not sure what that was supposed to mean, but convinced he'd ask her later on.

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okee :D
[info]isign
2010-09-16 08:46 pm UTC (link)
Oriel shook his head a little bit. "Not usually. Most people there are good about it." Looked at him when they spoke, so he could read their lips. And he never had to sit for such a long period of time listening. He wrote his column, and did his fact checking, and spoke to people when he had to. It was all pretty low key.

He leaned back when the woman returned, so he wasn't in the way of her tidying things up. Oriel saw the wink but thought it was some private joke thing between the two of them, since they apparently knew each other, and so thought little of it.

"Do you work?"

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Online now!
[info]colincredible
2010-09-17 07:23 pm UTC (link)
"When my sleeping and being lazy doesn't get in the way," Colin answered coyly. It wasn't entirely false; it was just...framed differently. "Right now, I'm a bartender at this hole in the wall down the street. Called The Landing, s'not too bad."

Untrue. Colin was not all that thrilled with his job, between the fat bald cigar-smoker boss of his and the regular "clientele" that used the Landing as a place to drown their sorrows. Colin was depressed enough without contending with the drawn faces of Ministry cronies in dead-end positions.

It hardly mattered, though; Colin wasn't really good enough at anything to give much thought to changing jobs.

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I pinged you!
[info]isign
2010-09-17 07:30 pm UTC (link)
Oriel believed every word he said. He was trusting - too trusting, really - and assumed that people would, for the most part, speak the truth. Which naturally, was not always the case.

"I always thought bartending would be interesting. Sort of like potions, mixing all the drinks. Except less chance of explosions," he added with a shy smile. He didn't laugh - Oriel never really laughed in an audible way - but there was laughter that danced in his vivid blue eyes.

"And it's close to things." Yes, that was Oriel, always looking for the best in any situation.

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[info]colincredible
2010-09-17 07:42 pm UTC (link)
Bartending, strangely enough, was something Colin took reasonably seriously. There was a certain power he had, standing between the patron and their liquor. He had the tools at his disposal to help people remember, help people forget, or help people get laid. Sometimes they'd come into Colin's bar expecting one and needing another, and it was Colin's job to plant the seed to change the road they were on.

"There's two sorts of people that know everything about everybody, but that you don't know anything about: bartenders and barbers," Colin said, somewhat ominously. "We have a lot of responsibility, but no notice. Hidden in plain sight."

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[info]isign
2010-09-17 07:47 pm UTC (link)
"The best place to hide, sometimes," Oriel murmured. He did not know well of either! Bartenders, hardly at all, since he rarely drank alcohol, and barbers, well... it was hard for him to carry on a conversation with someone who was standing behind him.

He took the last sip of his juice and set the glass down. "It was nice seeing you, Colin," he said, and he meant it. He did have to go though, take care of a few things, run to the post office and what not. "Perhaps I'll see you again?"

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[info]colincredible
2010-09-17 07:56 pm UTC (link)
Colin gestured in a faux-salute. "I'll be around the Landing, you ever need a gin and tonic."

As Oriel headed out of the Mission, Colin cornered Hopkinton, intent on getting to the bottom of that wink. Hopkinton offered no answers, but coyly said he and Oriel had "settled in pretty well".

Damn that woman.

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[info]isign
2010-09-17 07:57 pm UTC (link)
"I'll keep that in mind," Oriel said, looking at Colin for another moment more before he lifted a slim hand in a wave, and then turned to head out of the pub, into the September air.

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