Connor Grayson
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Post by Connor Grayson on Jul 10, 2015 21:56:37 GMT
 Heads You Win.Tails I Lose.
Connor was not a morning person.
Too many people hustling and bustling towards their nine-to-fives carrying overpriced frap-a-dap-a-chinos and wearing "business" clothing. It wasn't like Connor had anything against dressing nice, but the whole ordeal of morning commuters gave him a headache. It was all so fake, a mask put on to appease the masses of bureaucrat and likewise professional folk.
It was a wonder how he was able to live as close as he did to L.A. and still function, given his opinions towards useless people.
[You're one to talk], Leo chimed in wryly from his place inside a shard of obsidian. The housing had gone through a few design changes over the years. Its current incarnation was a necklace made with some leather thong tied simply around Connor's neck.
"Quiet you", He retorted, gaining him a fisheyed look from a slate colored, thigh skirt wearing passerby. He gave her a look back that said "Can I help you?", his eyebrow raised in challenge. She turned her head back to look down at her phone and lengthened her strides, taking her away from the man in some kind of uniform who was telling himself to be quiet.
Connor had taken the park truck into the city to pick up a parcel from the post office. When he had asked the postmaster why he couldn't just deliver it to the park he had to pull the receiver away from his ear to protect it from the sudden volume change due to the man's laughter.
Some people.
So, Connor reluctantly made his way into the City of Angels by way of smog, morning traffic, and a chorus of yelling middle-upper-classers and car horns. One could almost understand why the Ranger didn't live in the city.
Business was Business though, and it had to be done. He was completely out of place on the streets with his Ranger uniform, but he didn't mind. Better to let people know that this wasn't his city than them assume that he belonged. Then, boy, wouldn't Connor's face be red.
[Will you just stop moping and get on with it? It's bad enough that you drug me along with you, do you have go on and on about this place? It's not all that different than any other city we've been to.] Leo was not a happy lion in the mornings either and even though he gave Connor a hard time, it wasn't like he could stay behind. He had chosen to bind himself to the you Grayson, and that meant that he was there. Always. Whether the feline was happy about it or not.
Connor had to admit though, his friend had a point. I mean, he had grown up in Austin. As in the city who sells shirts branded with the saying "Keep Austin Weird". L.A. couldn't be any more odd than tha-
As if on queue, a rotund man wearing nothing more than a shinning gold Speedo and a pair of glittery blue roller-skates rounded a corner, a sparkler in one hand and a kazoo in the other. As he passed Connor, he lifted up his maroon tophat-which had to be the least disturbing thing he was wearing-and a purple bubble machine shot out a stream of soapy nonsense. Then before Connor could so much as say a Howdy-do, he was gone, a much too falsetto "Tra-La-La" trailing in his wake.
Connor let out a satisfied snort.
[Oh, shut up.]
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Eponine Graves
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Even the most vicious of dogs require affection.
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Post by Eponine Graves on Jul 11, 2015 4:34:47 GMT
❝ morning rituals ❞ Human beings seemed to have a hard time figuring out just that, they were human. They seemed to get a thrill out of toying with each other's emotions, doing things just for the heck of it, the pure thrill of it. It was a shame, really. If they spent more time fueling their knowledge, perhaps they could figure out just that..
The short, dainty blond walked amongst the sidewalk of Downtown Area. Unlike the harlots that came out at night, she was clad in a pair of skinny jeans, converse, and took an extra precaution to add an extra layer of warmth with a hoodie. Her hands were tucked into the pocket of the cotton hoodie, her mind wandering off.
Such a pretty bird. She thought to herself as she caught glance of some sort of eagle in flight. It was then that she fully registered the distasteful smog that was evident in the atmosphere and took to coughing for a brief moment.
It was a waste of a place that could potentially harbor so much beauty, only to have it riddled with pollution. Humans were much too lazy and couldn't be bothered by transporting themselves around on foot, then again they were always intent on going places thousands of miles away on 'business' trips.
Although, she was quickly growing tired of the near claustrophobic spaces. With each and every moment, the downtown area made it feel as though the towering buildings were closing in, ready to drown any and everything within it's reach. As she turned around, she found herself focusing on a masculine figure that appeared to be talking amongst himself, but there appeared to be no one directly within his vicinity. How peculiar. She thought to herself, and like she often did, she approached the man without caution, wishing to bid him hello.
Out of all the people in the world, she shouldn't be talking to someone who seemed with content with talking amongst himself. However, one should know to always judge a book by it's cover, as appearances were just that, appearances. "Good morning, I'm Eponine." And just like that, she cut every corner possible, right to the chase. It was a terribly bad habit of hers, introducing herself to people right on the spot. However, who could blame her? She wasn't fully accustomed to the stereotypical customs of normal life, nor did she intend on learning them all, either. "Are you troubled?" She asked gently, her aqua gaze observing the man with a quiet curiousity, his eyes void of malice, or judgement. ❝ we're all the same on the inside ❞ Connor Grayson | 473 words | muse: xokay, let me start by saying your writing is friggin amazing, and i'm sorry if mine is just barf
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Connor Grayson
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Post by Connor Grayson on Jul 12, 2015 20:32:53 GMT
 Heads You Win.Tails I Lose.
"Good morning, I'm Eponine. Are you troubled?"
Connor, the oblivious dolt, missed her meaning entirely. He shook his head, letting out a sigh. "After that, who wouldn't be? I swear, this City", he gestured at the strange front that had just blown its way through.
|Probably not the only thing he'll blow today|
At that, Connor's eye twitched a little and he let some air out of his nose in annoyance. He tried his best to keep his attention on the newcomer as much as his frustrating companion would allow.
|Oh, I'm distracting now? Pardon my behavior. Please, continue with your awe inspiring conversation with the young lady. Speaking of, when was the last time you got lai-|
“So!”, Connor all but shouted. He cleared his throat, embarrassed, and tried again. “So. Sorry, Too much coffee this morning. I'm Connor, how are you?” Connor had gotten used to making excuses for his spirit’s interference over the years, especially in the presence of the fairer sex. His dating life was an awful mess, and Leo never ceased to enjoy poking fun at his knack for skirting around the subject. I mean, Christ. He just found out her name and he was already implying turn-down-service? Say what you will about alpha males, they don’t waste time.
|I was merely implying that you aren't getting any younger. Why, when I was your age I had already sired two litters of cubs!|
Despite the intriguing questions about the lives of daemons that sentence raised, Connor kept his mouth-and his mind- trained on…what was her name? Eponine? How did you even spell that? Boy, it was almost as if the majority of his conversations had been with a big, hulking, fuzzy-headed, stupid lion for the past decade.
|Hey!|
Jeeze. I really need to get out more and engage with my own species ever once and awhile.
|I’ll say|
The irony was completely hidden from both of them.
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Eponine Graves
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Even the most vicious of dogs require affection.
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Post by Eponine Graves on Jul 13, 2015 4:15:14 GMT
❝ morning rituals ❞ She had only been attempting to inquire about the man's well-being, although it looked as though he had been rubbed the wrong way, recently. Although she follow his gaze to the rather colorful individual who sped away on glittering roller-blades. Odd. It wouldn't have been the first time the woman had encountered a rather...artistic individual within the city limits, she was beginning to think it was the norm for this society and typically paid them no mine.
For a fleeting moment, she thought she had somehow offended this man. It only added more evidence to increase her doubts of her presence or concern being wanted. The sigh that came through the man's nose, resembled that of irritation, annoyance even. "I'm sorry, I should not have intefered with you at all." Eventually, she was going to have to learn that not everyone wanting random strangers butting into their business, or asking if they were troubled.
Eponine wasn't the sort of woman who often flinched as a reaction to another's actions, however the man's abrupt raise in tone caused her to flinch, albeit slightly. Perhaps I should go? She thought to herself, her lower lip trembling slightly as she considered her options. However, the man spoke up again after the clearing of his throat, and he appeared to be calmer. Was he mentally unstable? No, that's not very polite. She thought with a thoughtful glance cast to another passerby. "Coffee...I've never had that. It must be very potent... Er... it's nice to meet you though, Connor." The conversation, although having just begun, had already made the woman feel more out of place than she usually felt at times.
There was a brief moment where she remained silent as she fumbled with her thoughts. "But, how are you Connor? Oh! I didn't interrupt anything before I intruded upon your personal space did I?" It would help greatly if she tried to talk like, you know, a modernized individual. Although the thought had never crossed her mind, and no one had bothered to complain about her choice of words. ❝ we are the black sheep ❞ |
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Connor Grayson
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Post by Connor Grayson on Jul 13, 2015 22:27:23 GMT
Heads You Win.Tails I Lose.
"A Pleasure", Connor responded to the lady, still unsure where the interaction was going.
"Oh! I didn't interrupt anything before I intruded upon your personal space did I?".
He shrugged at that, a too-natural gesutre on the man.“I’m just heading to the post office…Nothing too ground breaking” Connor was still a little confused. He wasn’t used to the idea of a stranger coming up and talking to him out of the blue like this, certainly not a woman. Did he know her? Shit. Was he supposed to remember her from somewhere?
Leo, do you recognize her?
|Beats me, she does smell funny though|
That was odd. Leo never commented on someone’s odor. In fact, if memory served, Leo only remarked on someone’s no-physical presence if it was something…else. Like someone who abused other people, or harmed themselves, or some other spiritual damage.
|No, it’s nothing like that, it’s…different|
Connor was suddenly very wary about Eponine and her intentions. He wasn’t really up for fighting a girl, and if she were to try and rob him, well. She’d get the opportunity to meet his friend.
|Oh, great. I’m reduced to your foxhound now. Joy|
He tried to keep himself neutral as he lightly prodded Eponine for her intentions.
“So…Did you need something? I’m just wondering if I know you or not. I’m not used holding a conversation with a stranger.” He laughed lightly, as if that would make the sentence any less awkward.
|Smooth work dumbass.|
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Eponine Graves
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Even the most vicious of dogs require affection.
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Post by Eponine Graves on Jul 16, 2015 0:43:53 GMT
❝ morning rituals ❞ Lately, she'd been trying to ignore the scents of other individuals as to the best of her ability. It seemed like the majority of the city's large population all had their own unique smells, they didn't even have to be nonhuman to smell as such. Some scents, were a bit too revealing, some smelled like death, food, children, and others, fear.
There was a tinge of some sort of emotion that the woman picked off on, and it caused her brows to furrow in deep thought. She would never purposely harm someone, anyone, and even if she did? It would be for her own protection, or to protect someone she cared for. She never went out of her way to pick fights, to support violence. She wasn't like that..she refused to be like that.
It was then, after a long pause, that she realized the man had been talking to her again. "Oh..oh no. You just..you just looked like you were troubled..by something. I apologize, I did not mean to make you feel uncomfortable. I only stopped to talk with you out of neighborly concern. But, you are right, we do not know one another." She explained, her aqua eyes watching the man with some kind of young wisdom.
Griffins had a good feel about emotions, or at least Eponine, had a good feel for emotions. It was if this man was..she couldn't describe it. It was so odd, it was unlike anything she had... There had been that other woman though, Copious. It had been the same scenario, hadn't it? His laughter did not remove the awkwardness from the conversation, for it it had settled in a good few inches. "I didn't mean to be rude, I should leave you to continue on with your business." She spoke hastily, taking a step back, practically ready to flee. ❝ the black sheep ❞ |
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Connor Grayson
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Post by Connor Grayson on Jul 16, 2015 21:38:15 GMT
Heads You Win.Tails I Lose.
"I didn't mean to be rude, I should leave you to continue on with your business."
Connor stopped himself from smacking his face, but only just.
It wasn’t entirely his fault. The man was just not used to talking to anybody. It just so happened that the random stranger in the form of Eponine made his nonexistent conversation skills all the more apparent. He wasn’t intentionally rude, honest.
Connor didn’t smack himself in the face, but he did settle for mopping it with his hand, and sighing lightly.
“No, no. You’re okay. I’m just in my own head a little this morning.”, Connor said tiredly. He waved a hand around his head vaguely to accent the delirium.
|Understatement of the decade|, chimed in Leo
Connor ignored him, “I’m sorry for my social ineptitude. My business isn’t so pressing that it warrants me to dismiss the polite conversation of such a kind stranger.” He smiled weakly at Eponine, “You mentioned that you’d never had coffee, can I make it up to you by getting you one?”
Leo grumbled heavily in his head |I don’t think this is such a good idea. Something is definitely off about this one|. The lion sounded weary, but Connor had already made up his mind.
Yeah, Connor thought back, because we are a paragon of normal ourselves.
Leo continued his warning growl for a few more heartbeats, but otherwise said nothing.
Connor continued, “I think I saw a café a couple of blocks away. That is, if you’re interested.” He shrugged. He was in uncharted territory here. He’d really never been on a date, and even worse, he had never really gone out with friends. You had to get close enough to people to let things like shared experiences happen.
Something about Eponine’s forward nature had caught Connor off guard, and he wanted to know more about her and why she subverted his outer walls so easy. Hell, normally he’d have walked away by now.
In his head, Leo chuffed disapprovingly.
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Even the most vicious of dogs require affection.
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Post by Eponine Graves on Jul 21, 2015 6:28:16 GMT
I KNOW I DON'T DESERVE IT BUT STAY WITH ME A MINUTE MORNING RITUALS
ALL I REALLY CARE ABOUT IS THAT YOU WAKE UP IN MY ARMS
| People often thought the woman odd, mostly for her unusual way of speaking. She almost spoke in an old tongue, but not fully. She used large words at times, and never used slang. In fact, whenever someone used slang for certain terms, she often didn't know what they meant.
It had never occurred to her that some people did not quite understand her choice of wording, some might even find it offensive. Her forward behavior of casually strolling up to strangers and asking of their well-being was a bit off-putting as well. "A little in your own head? That sounds quite painful. Does..does that mean you have a cold?" Oh, she often took things quite literally as well. The dainty woman of five foot two most certainly believed that the man was referring to some kind of head cold.
And when things involved basic issues like a cold, Eponine always tried to bring in her own natural remedies. "I may have just the right herbal tea remedy for that." The blond haired considered a variety of simple recipes in her head, wondering which one would be the best one to utilize.
She broke away from her intense thoughts when she heard the man's masculine voice once more. "That is quite a generous offer, Connor. I would love to try this coffee. What's it like?" She asked with a burning curiosity that rivaled even that of a young, rambunctious kitten. "I do not believe I've been to a cafe either. Those are the places with muffins, right? I enjoy muffins quite a lot. Especially the banana bread ones, and blueberries!" And she went on a tangent about her favorite muffins, it was then that it occurred to her that she had been jabbering about the delectable pastry for a good few minutes. "I apologize, I didn't mean to ramble." She sighed, looking as though she had really done something unacceptable.
Her arms were crossed over her chest lightly, her aquamarine eyes looking about her surroundings curiously. She seemed to value shutting up when she felt as though she was annoying someone, even if it wasn't a valid thought. "So, coffee, right?" She confirmed, casting her gaze around eagerly looking for the cafe shop that would be their destination.
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Connor Grayson
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Post by Connor Grayson on Jul 22, 2015 1:28:03 GMT
Heads You Win.Tails I Lose.
The odd pair had made it all of three steps before Connor began to regret his decision.
Forget talking to a normal human being, forget trying to talk to an elder or a child or some sort of vagrant. No Connor was getting coffee with the strangest woman alive.
It was interesting, to be honest. He was genuinely perplexed by the woman, but then again, weren't all men? Eponine was more than just the typical Y chromosome enigma though, she was a whole new kind of weird. I mean, who just saunters up to a total stranger and strikes up a conversation then rambles about their favorite breakfast pastries!
In the impregnable solitude of his head, Leo cackled like a madman. Lion. Mad-lion.
|I take it all back, this is the most fun I've had in decades!|
You do realize that encompasses all of the time we've spent together, right?, Connor thought back in an annoyed tone.
|Oh, is that so?|, Leo shot back innocently. Then, after a contemplative second, |Yes, that sounds about right.|
Leo was often an insufferable ass.
|Hey!|
Don't worry, Thought Connor reassuredly, You're my ass.
|Oh dear lord|. Connor could just imagine the eye roll. And yes. Lions could eye roll. At least his could.
"So, coffee, right?"
Oh, right. Connor still had an exceedingly awkward social interaction with another human being to attend to. Shit.
"Right", Connor started,acting like he had not heard the rambling. He figured it would either come off as polite, or rude. He gave it 60/40 towards polite, but what did he know? He had conversations in his head with a Lion. "The cafe should be around the corner",He said with a nod forwards. He shoved his hands into his pockets awkwardly as he walked. How did one talk the small?
Small talk. Get it? I'm so funny, he he.
|Get bent|
"So", Connor attempted, counting down the seconds until he at least had a cup of joe filled with precious caffine to ease his wearyness, "What do you do here in the city?"
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