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Post by karsten rené ferdinand on Aug 15, 2011 0:15:03 GMT -5
 --- A low rumble roared from deep within Karsten's stomach as he reclined on a small bench. Taunting the male from across the street sat Taki's, one of the best restaurants in all of New York. Hell, the blonde would go so far as to say it was the best. It had a good home-yet-diner feel to it, and the food was simple and cheap yet absolutely delicious. Another grumble. The male rubbed his stomach with a pout, horrified by the fact that he was so close to food yet so far away. A quick glance to one of the thousands of street-clocks showed that he was on time for dinner. Karsten light a slight chuckle escape his lips. Although he was on time, it seemed as though his roommate was struggling with meeting their set time. His shoulders shrugged. Normally the polite gentleman within the German male would wait for Bron to get there, but today he was starving. Hopefully she'd understand!
The warlock lifted himself up from the bench and jogged across the vacant street, thankful that he didn't have to dodge any cars. Strong hands pushed open the door of the small diner, setting off a high-pitched jingle of bells from atop the door. Karsten braced himself for the worst, but was luckily greeted by the smell of buttery pancakes. Probably the only disadvantage of Taki's was that you had to smell whatever was being cooked at the time, and to be frank, the blonde never did approve of the smell of blood milkshakes or raw meat. Regardless, the delicious human food kept him coming back for more. Karsten plopped down into one of the nearest booths, almost having to hold himself back from chugging the syrup bottle already resting on the table. He hoped that it didn't look odd sitting by himself - after all, Bronwyn would be arriving at any time. Purple eyes scanned the diner, waiting for someone to take his order.
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Tagged: O'de pancakes a la butter.
Outfit: Black shorts, light blue v-neck (as pictured).
Words: Short, 327.
Notes: <3
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Post by sinclair westley savage on Aug 15, 2011 1:00:27 GMT -5
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Westley glanced out the window of the diner, New York Streets as busy as ever and took in his surroundings. It had been ages since his life had flipped itself upside down, and he liked to think that he’d adjusted pretty quickly. He’d made a fair amount of money selling his old belongings and up until now, working this job at the diner was helping ends meet well enough. He’d have to look for a second job soon, but he wasn’t letting things like that bother him at the moment. Of course, leaning against the counter in a less than crowded diner, on the day of a new moon, he could hardly help but feel good about things. It was the best day of the month, the furthest from the full moon either way, and her was the closest he’d get to normal. Well, not that he could really ever be considered normal, but it was the closest he ever got to being mundane again, not that he really missed that.
He played with the corner of a laminated menu and glanced down at his watch, he still had quite a bit of his shift left, but he wasn’t getting antsy quite yet, so he didn’t have anything to complain about. The ringing of the bell on the door caught his attention and he looked up to see the back of a blonde head on its way to a booth. He straightened himself and refilled the straw pocket of his waitors apron before walking over with a smile. He didn’t even have to fake cheery on a day like today ”Hi, I’m Westley and I’ll be your server, can I get you anything to drink today?” [/color] he fired off his usual speech, his words faltering slightly at the end as he focused on the face in front on him, realizing that he recognized it. ”Oh....Hey.”[/color] he said with a slight smile. This was definitely the guy he’d spent a fair amount of time dancing with at a party only a few nights ago.
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Post by karsten rené ferdinand on Aug 16, 2011 18:04:24 GMT -5
--- Long, patient fingers of one hand drummed the cool tabletop while the fingers of another hand clutched at one of the laminated menus. Being a fan of Taki's ever since migrating to New York, Karsten didn't necessarily need to read the food selections. In fact, he could probably recite every entree the small diner had to offer, whether it be human food or off-the-wall items. No, the man just had a heart for reading and kept himself preoccupied before the waiter arrived. As if on cue, a smooth voice rang through the blonde's ears, signaling that it was time to place his drink order in. Without taking his eyes off the menu, Karsten started to mumble what he wanted to drink but was cut off by an "Oh... Hey." The German's ears perked up, suddenly interested in who was standing beside him.
Deep purple eyes glanced upwards, taken aback by who he saw. Pink splotches almost instantaneously flushed his cheeks, remembering that the insanely cute guy that stood before him was the insanely cute guy he danced with at his party just a few nights ago. Being the High Warlock of the Upper East Side, Karsten had the uncanny desire to throw a party whenever he pleased, and was eager to dance with this Downworlder as soon as he laid eyes on him. "Hey," was all he could muster, matching the brunette's greeting. The two really didn't talk much at the party; lots of dancing, but no conversations. Karsten was glad that the waiter had leaked his name, Westley, out. He would have felt bad if he had forgotten it - if he ever learned it in the first place, that is. Finally recomposing himself, a set of pearly whites flashed up at Westley. "Nice to see you again, Westley."
Karsten couldn't help but notice how fashionable Westley was dressed. It simply wasn't fair. At his job, he was forced to wear certain work attire. Perhaps he should get a job at Taki's... if not for the clothing then for the delicious waitstaff. Speaking of which, the blonde couldn't even remember what species Westley was. Did he even learn about him at all at the party? Was he too drunk to remember anything? Must have been a hell of a party. Continuing where he left off, Karsten added, "Especially after how good of a dancer you were." He had no idea where this confidence was coming from, but he liked it.
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Tagged: Westley!
Outfit: Black shorts, light blue v-neck (as pictured).
Words: four one one.
Notes: <3
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Post by sinclair westley savage on Aug 28, 2011 1:27:42 GMT -5
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Those purple eyes did wonders for West. He didn’t typically find one feature of a person and fixate on it, but he’d spent a good chunk of time looking at those eyes and he could honestly say, he didn’t think he’d ever forget them. They were the most stunning thing…if someone was had to be marked with a sign of the devil…well eyes like those was certainly the way to go, because West had seen far less stunning warlocks from time to time. He smiled a bit, though it slipped into more of a smirk as he got thinking about the night they’d spent dancing…he was pretty sure his companion had never even told West his name, though he was pretty sure this was someone important, and were he a little more tuned into the downworld…West would know who he was exactly. ”nice to see you again too.”
[/color] he replied, being careful not to add an awkward pause where he should have added the warlocks name, since he didn’t know it, but knew he should. He slipped a hand casually into his jeans pocket, feeling comfortable in his jeans and flannel. Part of what had drawn him to this job was the promise that the only uniform he’d have to wear was the Taki’s apron he wore over his clothes now. He could only work this shift if he could be comfortable doing it. It was hard enough going from mundane socialite status to downworld waiter anyway. West grinned again at his comment ”I get better and better the closer it gets to a new moon.”[/color] he said, voice radiating with underlying meaning. He wasn’t trying to be incredibly suggestive…it was just happening…as per usual.
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Post by karsten rené ferdinand on Sept 2, 2011 10:58:26 GMT -5
--- A hearty laugh bellowed from the young-looking blonde. Karsten wasn't exactly the smallest guy out there, but he wasn't necessarily huge, either. For his size, he could dish out anywhere from a cute fit of giggles to a laugh that could knock you backwards at a few thousand decibels. He wasn't exactly sure what Westley had meant about the new moon joke. Werewolves were interesting creatures to the warlock, yet he had never had the chance to get to know many. He did know that they were practically forced to change at the full moon, so new moons must be easy on them... Did that mean that they were semi-wolf-like when the full moon was close? Karsten mentally took note. When the two would start dating, if they started dating, Karsten determined that he'd have to deal with a feisty wolf boy throughout half of the relationship. Something deep inside him grinned devilishly; a feisty boyfriend would be a fun boyfriend!
"It's okay, I understand," Karsten dished out, not wanting an awkward silence to enfold the two. He wanted so desperately to yell out his feelings. Hey, you're freaking hot. My room, now? Or something along the lines of look, I'm single. You're single. Let's fix this. Sadly, the blonde wasn't as blunt as he wished. Instead, he settled with the drink order, hoping he didn't sound rude. Westley was still his server, after all. "I think I'm just gonna have a water today." Typically Bronwyn would have a water, too, but the fact that she was fifteen minutes late wasn't helping her case. She could order a water when she got here. "It looks like I'm just eating by myself, too." An almost silent sigh parted Karsten's lips as his purple eyes stole another glance from his incredibly cute waiter. At least he would keep him company!
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Tagged: An adorable Westley!
Outfit: Black shorts, light blue v-neck (as pictured).
Words: Short, 308
Notes: <3
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