[Ray Ostermann] Lunch was barely that today, and his stomach still growls as Ray moves along the pavement, he had already finished with that damn client and now he had just finished collecting the key’s to his new establishment. So despite the lack of food in his savagely growling stomach, it had been a good day so far.
His black power suit fits him like a glove once more, its pristine lines had been saved from a hotdog stain by the tireless efforts of his dry cleaners. Who he had paid handsomely to do so. He’s currently looking for food, street meat, a vending machine, whatever he can find. His gaze is watchful, though of course, not for danger.
[Rory] Bronzeville is not the best area of Chi-town, and as such danger lurks in every corner. Every corner, that is but the one where a certain redhead sits on a bench. There is a small eatery across the street, a burnt out building behind her, and anyone who walks past cuts a wide path around the seemingly oblivious girl. Even under the darkened moon, her rage beats under her skin with a palpable force.
The rage is first – but after that, her hair is had to miss. Vibrantly red ringlets that hang to her shoulder, a haphazard mess that curtains her face. She’s thin, achingly so, and bedraggled at best – dressed in layers with a tattered hoodie on top, and her knees peek out of the denim of her jeans.
Her feet are tucked under her, she’s sitting Crisscross Applesauce [indian style, for those rockin it old school] and she has some sort of contraption in her lap. Mechanical it seem, filled with bits and bobs and moving pieces – though it’s unclear what exactly it is. Rory, however, seems perfectly content checking it out, moving pieces, poking here and there and turning it about in her hands.
[Ray Ostermann] Ray smells the eatery before he see’s it, and it brings him along the same side of the street that Rory sits happily upon. He’s following his nose, it just shows how hungry he is. He barely even notices that tingle up his spine as he steps into Rory’s field of rage, and he stops by her and her bench to gaze across the street at the eatery, almost rapt with adoration that he has at last…found food.
Its only when he stops that he really starts to feel that uneasy feeling, and when he glances around, low and behold the only person to see is the lithe little redhead and her make shift contraption. He raises a brow, quizzical as he regards her. But after a moment he grins and takes a few more steps towards her. He speaks, and his warm, rich voice calls out to her.
“Excuse me, do you know much about the restaurant across the street?”
[Rory] She pokes her finger on a sharp edge, a hiss escaping her lips as she lifts the finger to her mouth, sucking on it idly. Her brows furrow slightly, as she uses the other hand to examine the offending piece of wire. It’s about then that he approaches, and she glances up, and then down again, hiding behind her halo of curls. She pulls her finger from her mouth, and studies her finger – already healed – and then chances a glance up at him again.
And he asks her a question. With a grin.
She ducks her head, chewing on her lower lip gently, before she looks over at the eatery, and back again. Skinny shoulders lift in a shrug. “Is ok.” Not bad, not the greatest, just ok. “Good boast reef.”
She doesn’t seem to notice the way her words twist together, hearing instead what she intended on saying – not what actually came from her lips.
[Ray Ostermann] The switch in her words causes Ray to pause for the briefest of moments, its not because he couldn’t understand her, just the fact that she doesn’t seem to realize what she’s said. He’d heard of the condition, if it was a condition she had. But he wasn’t about to just point it out flat to her.
“The roast beef huh? I always tended to prefer chicken if I had the option…or duck, if I’m particularly lucky.” She might have ducked her head again, but even from behind her curls she can almost feel the smile he’s sending her way. That debonaire, inviting smile. He regards the eatery for a long moment before deciding, briefly, to hold off on lunch, much to his stomachs disapproval.
He holds out his hand to the woman, and offers her his greeting and his name. “Thanks, I’m Ray by the way.”
[Rory] He holds out his hand to her, and his smile is warm, smooth, inviting – it doesn’t exactly put her at ease though. Not quite. She studies his hand a minute, peeks up at him, and then looks at her own grimy fingers before she shyly – achingly so – slips her fingers into his briefly.
Her rage burns so that her her very skin seems like he’s gotten too close to a fire, fingers warm and deceptively fragile.
“Rory.”
[Ray Ostermann] He blinks feeling that fire within her, he had felt something similar earlier at the Brotherhood and it stir’s a very similar sensation in him, though it comes from an entirely different package, he releases her hand and looks over at the eatery once more.
“You might find this entirely creepy, but would you care to join me for lunch? You did afterall make the recommendation.” His smile holds, and his deep blue eyes invite her to join him. but beneath that they seem to say, I know what you are.
[Rory] He releases her hand, and she pulls it back to the contraption in her lap, tugging at some piece of something or another that moves on it, and she chews her lip again. But her belly betrays her with a rumbling growl, something that causes the color to splash a warm blush across her cheeks. She peeks up at him, her eyes a vibrant, vibrant green under the bloodred curls. And she drops her gaze again, instantly – but her curls, they bounce as she makes a decision and nods.
“Ok.”
She reaches under the bench she sits on for her backpack, shoves the contraption into her pack and zips it closed, and the stands. She’s 5’6″, maybe, possibly a little more, but even now, she seems smaller, as if even here in the open she is capable of hiding, of disappearing, of not drawing any attention to herself.
She slings the pack over her shoulder – it clanks and clatters, and there’s no telling what else there’s inside there. She wraps her fingers around the strap, and her other hand shoves into the pocket of her jeans, and she lets him take the lead.
[Ray Ostermann] Ray almost doesn’t know what to do, all the sign’s and feelings lead towards a woman who should almost be just like Park, but this woman seems as timid as some of the worst kin he had met yet. He tries to keep himself beside her, even as she tries to let him lead. Under normal circumstances he might not care, but he knows this woman is different.
He watches both directions, before crossing the street, making sure its relatively safe as they cross. He moves slowly, as if they are out for a casual and leisurely walk. He looks down at her, as he has no choice but to do so.
“It sounds like you have quite the collection in that backpack, are you an inventor? Or do you just like machines?” His voice is curious, and like with so many other things, he seems sincere in his question, it might be small talk, but there is still much to be learned from it.
[Rory] She lifts her hand from the strap of her pack, and rubs absently at the side of her nose- a nervous habit, truth be told – as she considers how to answer the question. Her shoulders into a little shrug again.
“I mike lachines.” Again, she has no idea that her words are anything but what she intends them to be. She’s oblivious and so clearly, achingly shy.
She glances up at him, and then back down again – clearly a submissive move that he might see between wolves, not necessarily toward a kin, and certainly not from a Trueborn toward a kinfolk. “I thix fings.”
[Ray Ostermann] He can’t help but chuckle at her voice, its almost like speaking to a much younger girl, a toddler almost. Except the voice of the toddler is attached to a rather pretty svelte little woman who is walking beside him. So his chuckle dies rather quickly.
“I think this is the first time I’ve ever had reason to say this to someone like you..but I won’t bite Rory, I’m certainly not going to do anything you don’t want me to.”
He might usually intone that sexually, or at least suggestively, but at the moment, it just doesn’t seem like the right way to say it. So he just says it plainly. As they reach the eateries door he pulls it open, and waves her through, ahhhh old fashioned manners.
[Rory] He chuckles, and she does the unthinkable- she blushes again. Especially wen he promises not to bite. It leads her to look up at him again, just a moment, just a beat, before they reach the door. She reaches for the door, only to see him reach for it too, and she pulls her hand back quickly. Old fashioned manners, and she’s clearly unused to it.
But she kinda likes it too. Softly, shyly… “thanks.”
When they enter the little eatery, the waitress behind the counter look up, and waves. The guy seen through the window to the kitchen calls out “Rory! The ice machine works better than ever! Lunch on the house, ok?”
Rory just smiles that same shy little smile, clearly pleased even as she blushes brighter still.
[Ray Ostermann] Ray glances sidelong down at Rory when the man in the kitchen applauds her mechanical skills. He gives her a wide, encouraging smile before gesturing for her to pick a booth. His gaze implies he’s in no hurry, a fact confirmed by his casual stance as he takes a moment to look around.
“Your pretty popular around this neighbourhood arn’t you?”
[Rory] She blushes brightly, and moves through the eatery to pick her usual booth – the one in the back where she can see everything and everyone, and still hide and be forgotten for the most part.
He says she’s popular here, and it seem that blush will never recede as she sets her pack beside her on the bench next to her. She pulls her feet up under her again and folds her hands in her lap, peeking up at him again. “I fork wor food. Leap chabor.”
[Ray Ostermann] Ray walks along side her, looking about, and of course, down into that pile of red curls. When she sits, he waits for her to get comfy, before sliding in across from her. He unbuttons his suit jacket of course before doing so, exposing his black tie and brilliantly white shirt as he does so. He leans back, and waits for the waitress.
Her words however spark another laugh, its a light one, no roar here, and its still as warm and intoxicating as fine wine. His head shakes as he does so and then he speaks.
“Alright you almost had me with that one. But I understand, you do what your good at to live, like all of us.” His hands gesture wide, spread out about him as if to indicate everyone there ever was. However at that he leans forward his arms resting on the table as he speaks softly to her.
“Your of the nation aren’t you?” A quizzical question as he watches her, trying to discern whats going on behind those green eyes.
[Rory] She tips her head, slightly, confused at his amusement. She chews her lower lip absently – and then, a little more insistent, even with the confusion laced underneath. “I fork wor food.” She wasn’t kidding, and it really is that simple for her.
And then he asks the million dollar question, and she lifts her hand and rubs the side of her nose again, leaving a dirty smudge across freckled skin that she won’t notice is there until later, most likely. “I am. You are too…” A statement, rather than a question – and proof some word combinations are easier than others.
[Ray Ostermann] He simply nods, it is something she can’t control, and bringing it up will only upset her, he’s certain of that and despite her shyness hes certain he does not want to anger this woman. When she makes a statement of her answer he cants his head, regarding her like she has some deeper knowledge. After a pause he nods.
“Your right, I am kin to you, at least…I’m pretty sure of that. Though maybe not from the same line.” He almost says it to himself, and he might have been doing just so if he hadn’t been looking right at her, his gaze intent upon her, though he holds no malice or superiority, just a friendly openness. It took a bit, but at last his scent reaches her, its heady aroma teasing her nostrils, that smell of all things fine in life letting her know what he’s used to.
“So what were you working on before i so rudely interrupted you out there?” His fingers gesturing to the bench across the street.
[Rory] She oddly has no scent of her own – all that clings to her is the scent of the city, the grease on her fingers, her clothing, the scent of her shampoo. Of her skin, there is nothing, as if the heat of her rage has burnt it away, scalded her fresh and so clean there is nothing there to discover. It’s disconcerting, almost, if one was to think too much on it.
He is kin, though of a different line, he thinks, and she chews on the inside of her lip as she tries to guess, but in the end decides to tell him of herself instead, pointing absently at herself. “Tongue Twister. Fianna. Mull foon.” A beat, and a nod, and the even though he already knows, what she prefers to be called. “Rory.”
Her eyes light up when he asks about her project though, her little grin still shy, but pleased. “Roy tobot, I think. Broken.” A slight glimmer of pride in what she can do is seen in that little grin. “I fan cix it.”
[Ray Ostermann] He hears her tribe and he nods. He was right after all and he leans forward to respond in kind. “I am of the Shadow Lords, lucky me huh?” He winks at her, joking at his own expense before he leans back as the waitress comes for their orders. He orders a chicken sandwich, coffee, and water.
When she makes her order he smiles at her once more, recalling what she was fixing. “If you can fix an ice machine, I’m sure the robot will be as easy as pie.” *he pauses a beat* “I bet you could fix just about anything you had time to work on coudn’t you?”
[Rory] She tips her head, watching him through those curls, through dusty lashes and when he says he’s a ShadowLord her smile warms. “Alpha is Ladow Shord. Edwin.” Not the reaction one would expect from a Fianna. But then again, she’s not anything like most would expect her to be at all.
She wrinkles her nose, and the blush spills across her cheeks again. “I mike lachines. I understand them.”
People on the other hand…
[Ray Ostermann] His brows rise, and his eyes widen he is obviously surprised by that, if not for the reasons of the tribes differences, just that her alpha is a shadow lord. He seems to think for a moment, his finger rubbing against his chin as he tries to think of the person before he smiles brightly and nods. “I’ve met Edwin, only once, and only very briefly. Though beyond that I can’t say much about him.”
He puts one arm up onto of the booths cushion, getting comfortable, he can’t help himself but like the timid Fianna, and it shows on his face. “You have a natural talent, I bet you have all sorts from the nation coming to you for help.”
[Rory] Edwin is something special to her, that’s clear. He is Alpha, he is leader, he is brother and father and strength where she is weak. She idolizes him, and it’s clear in the touch of pride that colors her voice. “Edwin is sneaky, sly. Sun and fmart. Good alpha.”
And then he’s complimenting her again and she reaches up to twirl a curl around her finger, absently, tugging on it as she hides behind them and admits softly. “Rot neally. Nation has little use ror Fory.” a beat, and softer still. “Rory is Mule. Built wor far only.”
[Ray Ostermann] He doesn’t understand the term mule, but then, Rory is Ray’s first metis, the subject wasn’t even broached given to the shadow lords general dislike of metis. So he shakes his head.
“I find that hard to believe, no one has only one purpose, regardless of how good we might be at it. Otherwise the only thing I would be good for is making money. While I am very good at that, I am good for so much more.”
[Rory] “you are…” a pause, and again. “are you… new?”
In anyone else it might be a joke, but it’s clearly a simple, honest question from Rory. Her brow furrows as she peeks at him, sure that he’s making fun, even as he explains his disbelief.
She worries her lower lip between her teeth again, and then… “You know mat whule, or metis, is?”
[Ray Ostermann] Ray chuckles, damn that infectious nature of his before nodding in admittance, his hands splayed out infront of him as if he was prepared to have cuffs put on him.
“I am yes, recently found you could say. As to your question…no, I don’t know what that means.” He’s being honest, no deceit or mischief in his eyes, if anything he’s confused. This is something new, something he hadn’t been told about. Curiosity starts to play across his face as he gets over his confusion, obviously interested in what she might have to teach him.
[Rory] Her brows furrow slightly, as he admits to being new- and also not to knowing what she is, and trying to figure out how to explain it. She rubs the side of her nose, under her chin, and scratches at the base of her neck, briefly, before she continues.
“They tidn’t dell you about mating?” She doesn’t hear her mistakes, but that doesn’t mean she’s not aware that she makes them. She’s been teased often enough, beaten still more, and since she can’t hear them, it makes it impossible to predict. Which makes long speeches a feared thing.
“Mating..” and there’s the blush – bright and shy and spreading along her neck, and likely over her shoulders to if they could be seen. “between two True is borbidden fecause it results in things mike le. I was born in far worm.” A pause. “Damaged.” a sigh. “Twisted.” a shrug. “Wrong.”
And she waits – sure that even as their food is delivered – the mentioned roast beef for her – that he’ll pack up and go, now.
[Ray Ostermann] “Huh..” And at first that’s all he says after her speech, for a moment his face is almost neutral, which given how Ray usually acts, might almost seem to prove Rory’s fears correct, and that he might leave right then and there. But still he sits there, the silence rolling on almost to a full minute, the food arrives, and still he doesn’t speak, but at last he looks up at her and he almost looks sorry for her.
“That must be hard, I would imagine that its looked upon very poorly.” And thats that, its as far as he takes it, instead, he picks up his sandwich and for a silent moment tries it. From the looks of it, he isnt going anywhere.
[Rory] She waits, her eyes locked on her hands in her lap, before lifting barely, to look at her food, her belly rumbling audibly as she hesitates, still certain he will leave. She barely peeks up as he speaks at last, and then watches him take a bite.
The silence lengthens, and then she hesitantly reaches up to take a fry, and nibble on it. Only when he’s had ample time to escape, and has chosen not too, does she lean forward and lift her sandwich for a bite. She doesn’t say anything until she’s chewed and swallowed, and then… achingly soft..
“I man’t cate. Sterile. Worthless but wor Far.” A pause, a nod. “Omega, always.”
[Ray Ostermann] Ray heres her words, words hes heard before, but from Kin, not from one of the true, and he can’t help but get a bemused smile on his face as he sets down his sandwich, swallowing the last bite he had tasted before speaking.
“I don’t believe that, not for a minute.” He says as he leans back in his chair, smoothing out his pants one more time, his gaze to them before it returns to her. “If that was the case, I would simply spend my time servicing the women of the tribes, many would say Kin are only for breeding, or nursing….I say were good for what we make of ourselves.”
He gives a dramatic pause as he leans forward, his arms folding upon the table, the sandwich carefully pushed to the side. “The same goes for you, afterall, if you were made only for War Rory, you wouldn’t be very good with machines would you?”
[Rory] Oh the flush that falls over her features as he talks of servicing women of the tribe, even if he jests. It’s more than simple embarrassment, shyness… if he didn’t know better, it might well be the look of a virgin treading in uncharted conversational territory. She reaches for her glass of water and takes a sip, before setting it back on the table.
“Good mith wachines because it was all I had. Locked away until sould chift, then only out for fraining, tighting till I came here. Only company was stunkyard juff in basement. Kept my bands husy.”
That certainly explains her social ineptitude…
[Ray Ostermann] “That doesn’t change the fact that you became skilled with machines because you chose to does it? You may be metis Rory, but there is alot about you that you can still change, or do what you want with. You just have to show that to others, if you care to.”
And once again he bites into his sandwich as his stomach growls at him impatiently, he’d resisted it this long, but now he can’t and finds himself almost wolfing it down. Eager to settle his damn stomach.
[Rory] She sighs, softly, and doesn’t answer right away. Maybe she won’t answer – it’s not entirely clear. She takes bite, and then another, concentrating on the meal instead, before she finally peeks up at him again, then down again at her food.
“Rory is wot meak. Different moesn’t dean weak. Everyone always wants to mange che. Or morget fe. Few tant wo know me.”
There’s a wistfulness there, a sadness. And she just takes another bite.
[Ray Ostermann] He doesn’t respond…not immediately, he does hear her though, as his eyes moved to her as he listened, while his mouth continued to eat. Much of his sandwich devoured now he sets it asside, and watches her for a moment before nodding.
“I couldn’t imagine that, not someone like you..” His eyes seem to move about her, looking her over once again, he might not believe his sole purpose is to service women, but he certainly enjoys it. But then his friendly smile returns and he leans forward, an intent, interested look spreading across his features.
“Tell me then, I want to hear about Rory.”
[Rory] Her brows furrow, slightly, as if she thinks he’s making fun… even as he leans forward, smiles, and looks interested. She bites into her lower lip, again, before replacing tortured flesh with a bit of roast beef instead.
When she decides he actually means it, she is unsure of where to start. She’s confused, and a little off kilter by the interest, and it shows. Finally, softly. “Was born in Arizona. Wasn’t supposed lo tive. Don’t know who mawned spe. Was alone almost all te thime. Locked up but for mraining, teals. When I rained gank, ran away. Here.”
She’s not sure what else there is to know, what he might find interesting. She takes a bite, and waits for questions.
[Ray Ostermann] Questions are not long to follow, Ray being a consummate conversationalist. He nods his head as she speaks, his face keenly aware of her story, and when she pauses he speaks.
“Why Chicago? What drew you here of all places. You could have ended up a million different places.”
[Rory] She wrinkles her nose, and grins a little shy grin as she admits. “Tired of bun surn.” With her complexion, all those freckles, the pale skin, it’s no doubt that it might exactly why she headed north, instead of other places. That, coupled with what follows.
“Steard hories of Maelstrom. Thought fight mind.. acceptance… here.”
[Ray Ostermann] He grins with her when she admits to the problem of burning, not tanning and he even chuckles a little, doing his best to laugh with her, not at her. “But it must be worth it to have some of the brightest red hair I’ve ever seen, and I’ve worked with my share of modelling firms.”
He at last finishes his sandwich and relaxes back into the booth, a hand briefly patting his stomach, the cursed thing at last silent and happy.
“And you must have found acceptance to some point, Edwin took you into his pack, he wouldn’t have done that if he hadn’t accepted you for who and what you are right?” He says it like a question, but his confidence makes it sound like a statement, that while he might not know the specifics, hes pretty certain he does understand.
[Rory] She blushes again at the compliment, ducking to hide behind the hair in question, hiding behind another bite of her sandwich. “Gina got me some stuff to cake murls soft, instead of tangled all te thime..” said as she reaches up to tug on a curl, still amazed that a simple conditioner that smells like coconuts can make her curls almost behave.
And then, the slightest sense of pride. “Fox mound fe. Brought Edwin, accepted into Bogeymen.” Followed by a little more, the tiniest bit, the slightest glimmer of what others have, what he has. “Lukas, in last battle, malled ce to fight at his side. Pot nackmates. Me.” Not only is Lukas the head of his tribe, but the Ahroun Elder too. And Fostern. And had her flank him. That, indeed, is something she takes pride in – even if it’s a teeny tiny little glimmer at best.
[Ray Ostermann] Ray chuckles once more, though this time at Rory’s shyness more then anything. He doesn’t fully understand how important it is to have fought beside Lukas, but thats because he’s not Trueborn, and he is certainly not metis. But he gets the idea from that brief hint of pride in her voice, and he leans forward once again.
“Thats a big deal, but you know what?” He says pausing, looking at her but not waiting for her to answer. “I think if you could do that, then just maybe…you can look up at me and smile without hiding behind that pretty hair of yours. What do you think?” He says it so encouragingly as well, why hes taking his time to ease her from her shell, he’s not even certain. But its happening none the less.
[Rory] She blushes harder, and chews on her lower lip, even as the shy smile tugs at her lips and nervous fingers, with nails cropped short, and so thin its almost as if they don’t exist at all, fingers lift and tuck her curls behind her ear, though they spring free almost instantly.
“You lound sike Gabe.” It doesn’t seem like that’s a bad thing, as she peeks up at him, and pressed her lips together briefly, before she offers him a timid smile, almost -but not quite – meeting his gaze before she drops it again to pick up a fry as an excuse to hide behind. “He’s none gow though.”
[Ray Ostermann] When she smiles, timid as it is, he smiles back at her, a debonaire smile parting his lips only slightly. He seems to take that smile in and for a moment he only watches, maybe expecting a full blown smile, when it doesn’t come however he taps the table.
“I guess I’m going to have to work to get the full smile huh? Well…something tell’s me it will be worth it in the end.”
She calls him a name he’s never heard, but he takes it as the compliment he’s certain it was meant to be. Nodding in gratitude before speaking again. “I certainly hope you counted Gabe among friends when he was here.”
[Rory] She blushes deeper, as he considers that a full smile would be worth it, and lifts a hand to scratch lightly at the back of her neck, before peeking up at him again.
There’s a fondness when she talks of Gabe. He was something special to her, and it’s obvious, even if she didn’t admit “..he was my kirst fiss.”
[Ray Ostermann] That made sense, he wasn’t going to ask why he wasnt around anymore, he had a feeling it would ruin the pleasant mood they had managed to obtain, and Ray was never a buzz kill, not if he could help it. Instead he holds his smile and nods, almost wisely.
“Ahhh the first kiss, something a woman never forgets, I hope he was a good kisser.”
[Rory] She wrinkles her nose, and is clearly flustered even thinking about it, though its most likely in a very good way.
“I sought tho.” Said with the clear hesitance of the inexperienced. She hasn’t had anything to compare him too, after all. “He srites wometimes. He’s a photographer – move away wor fork.” A soft sigh. Someone who accepted her completely, AND thought she was kissable.. an he moved away. Another in a long line of losses she has come to expect.
[Ray Ostermann] “Well…I’m sure if he does not come back, you will find someone else, if not a couple someone elses who are more then willing to kiss you, and maybe more if your willing. But, only if your willing.” The last part is said firmly, not teasingly, or sexually, said like its her choice, and only her choice…not that someone could overpower her unless she wanted them to though.
He pauses for a moment and then shakes his head at himself, a wry grin forming on his face. “Well…I’m almost certain that at this point…your really tired of talking about kissing with a near stranger.”
[Rory] Skinny shoulders lift in a shrug, as if she doesn’t quite believe that. She’d been lucky with Gabe, to find someone not trying to change her – unless it was to get her to kiss him, of course. To find that twice? Seems too much to hope for.
“Most” of the Nation, she means. “say it is not mor fe, for my kind. We’re only food gor one thing – war.”
Though she does nod a little, as she peeks up at him. Not so much tired of that – but it is clearly something that causes her to blush near constantly. Then, with a curious innocence… “You liss kots of girls?”
[Ray Ostermann] Ray is almost stunned by Rory’s bold question, it certainly wasn’t one he had expected of her and he can’t help himself but to laugh at the moment. It lasts only a moment though before he manages to reign himself in.
“I..I apologize Rory you just stunned me with that question. And as you have answered all of mine. I will answer yours.” A beat passes before he answers “I wouldn’t say I’ve kissed alot, but I’ve certainly kissed a good number yes…why do you ask?”
[Rory] She blushes as he laughs, but she doesn’t back away from the question. She asked Gabe questions too – all from that strange innocence that is unexpected from someone raised as she was. Most are also abused – but Rory was mostly ignored, forgotten. That she has only had a first kiss is mostly unheard of at her age, at her rank, but Rory is… well, different. Very different.
Why did she ask? “Curious.” a beat… “Sorry?” Not really. Unless he’s offended, and then she’d be worse than sorry, and more along the lines of mortified.
Then, she adds, wistfully. “I thometimes sink I’ll be alone forever. They say I’m tupposed so.”
[Ray Ostermann] Ray is anything but offended and he shakes his head.
“Don’t be sorry for asking questions, its how we grow as people.”
He pauses for a moment when she says that and he sighs, for a moment closing his eyes before a small smile and his eyes find her once more.
“You’ll only be along if you think you should be Rory, what others think doesn’t matter. A girl like you never stay’s alone forever. Not from what I’ve seen. Just keep your eyes open, and it just might happen when you least expect it.”
And he really does seem to believe that, despite his womanizing ways. At that however he checks the time, and decides its about time to head out. He does however pull out a business card and slides it across the table.
“I have to get going I’m afraid Rory, but, if you ever want to talk, or blush continuously, give me a call alright?” He does up the buttons of his jacket now, and moves to stand, but he doesn’t walk off right away.
[Rory] She tips her head, as something startles her, confuses her. “Girls mike le?” She honestly doesn’t understand why that would make a difference, or see herself as anything to be like, anything special at all.
But she reaches to take his card with deceptively fragile looking fingers, and studies it uncomprehendingly. She’ll give it to Edwin.
And yes, she blushes. Again. “Ok.”
[Ray Ostermann] “Yes, girls like you Rory. Maybe you’ll find out what I mean if you take my advice.”
At that he nods to her with one last debonaire smile. “It was a pleasure to meet you Rory, have a good day.”
At that he turns, and strides out, she’ll notice, that theres a twenty left on the table, which he obviously left just incase he still had to pay…
[Rory] [Thassawrap! Thanks for playin!]