for both but at separate times 8)shellbreakingJanuary 18 2012, 04:11:21 UTC
When Mark met Elena, she was not her usual self. She'd eaten an apple that made her more carefree than usual, and together they went on a magic carpet ride to a tequila fountain. They both ended up very drunk, but it was a lot of fun! She's an awesome friend to him, and he'll always be in her life to rush in and remind her how to have fluffy, fun times.
He's out with some sugary drink when he runs into Elena. Mark sees her nearly slip and fall, and being an angel, he's fast and can get there in a moment. He moves forward and grabs hold of her hand when she reaches for something to grab.
"Hey, you okay there? The ice is... slippery, and Mark makes observant, important, and not at all redundant comments," he says with a small smile as he tries to keep her steady. "I think they cleared the sidewalk over this way more."
Mark makes a face at the ice as if it had tripped her on purpose. "I hate the snow
( ... )
She chalks it up to the city keeping everyone busy, and it's definitely been keeping her busy, too. The night they found themselves taken away by a magic carpet feels like it was so very long ago. It wasn't, not really, but she doesn't forget that night and how good of a friend he's been to her, how many lighthearted moments he brings into everyone's life.
There's a small, fast-moving blur, and then there's a Mark!
"Mark! Hey. I'm okay. I should've just... watched where I was going," Elena says, and she gives him a small smile too, using his arm to help her regain her balance. "Thanks."
Despite the severity of the last couple of days, she can't help the small smile as he makes a face at the ice. She is grateful for this indignant reaction on her behalf, Mark.
"Do you?" she asks, subdued amusement in her voice. "What's your favorite season, then?"
The city is very busy, and the Crowbar is almost always slammed with activity. It's been worse with the case that they have going on, trying to get at the Society before the Society comes for them.
Mark remains hopeful though he knows they are up against an incredibly powerful force. It's just in his nature to be hopeful like that despite the fact that there's tension about it at home, and they're all so used to having cases like that that it's-- it hasn't changed things too much. They're all able to take it in stride.
There is so a Mark. There at the exact right moment!
"I think even if you watched, you'd still have tripped. The ice is under the snow and hidden there so no one can blame you," Mark says, smiling back at her brightly and Mark-like, because this is how he rolls. "No problem. What are friends for?"
He is very indignant at the ice. How dare it trip her up like that? This is not okay!
"I do. I know a lot of angels don't mind it since we have the colder body temperature so it should feel more natural to us, but I
( ... )
Elena is not surprised to find he's in a good mood. For that matter, she doesn't think she's ever encountered Mark while he's having a bad day, or if he is, he doesn't let it faze him. She briefly wonders how he does that, living in the kind of city they do.
"Yeah, and these are actually supposed to help with the traction," Elena says, giving him a smile even if it's not brightly, and it's half-hearted at best.
She is trying, okay?
"It's either the spring or the fall for me, for similar reasons," Elena says, letting herself be tugged away. She slips her hand over the crook of his arm as they walk, letting the rest of her thoughts dispel the way the ice melts on the sidewalk.
Mark doesn't even know how he does that himself. He is just so fluffy that things bounce off of him. Granted, he does have his sad moments, his tense moments too, but he somehow manages to maintain the demeanor even in a city like this, working the cases that they work.
"Your boots lied to you, Elena. I don't know how to break it to you. I know it's a terrible, painful thing how they have betrayed your trust in this terrible, terrible way," Mark says, smiling at her. He is perceptive enough to tell that she's not very happy.
However, he wants to cheer her up for a little bit or at least give her something else to focus on. He's also there for listening but sometimes people just need to have some lightness in their lives.
"The birthing of life or the dying of life. Well, the fall has school starting, which is a... has that beginning feel to it, and the leaves turning colors," Mark says as if this is a conversation that people actually have.
"I was headed to the Crowbar on this fine, snowy day. What about yourself?"
Elena lets out a small laugh in spite of herself but no, it would be impossible for her to conceal it has not been a particularly good day, and her spirits aren't at their highest. "Unfortunately, I don't think I can part with them. I'll just have to be more careful," Elena says.
And luckily, she has sturdy angels such as Mark Barnes to break her fall.
Elena lifts up both brows, that quiet amusement still on her face. "It looks like you've thought long and hard about this," Elena says, though she wouldn't be surprised if that wasn't the case.
If it was just Mark's angel of knowledge-y prowess at work.
"I was headed to school, but I don't have class for another hour. I have a paper to work on now that we're back from winter break," Elena says, sliding the bag over her shoulder since she nearly dropped it. "I'm... not really good company right now, so I'll catch you later?"
"I have absolute faith that you can be more careful. They're nice boots. I don't know much about boots, but I know you're a stylish young lady so you'd pick out nice boots," Mark says as if this is totally a normal thing to say. For Mark, it is completely normal for him to say it.
He is happy to be a sturdy angel that helps to break her fall, okay?
Mark tilts his head to the side as if thinking long and hard right now. "There have been thoughts," he says with a small smile. "It didn't take me very long to to think it, but you know. Thoughts were involved
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Katherine's stirring in her creme. It's an old trick for a vampire. Coffee warms the blood stream and therefore her. And she's getting a little sick of playing this game. She's been 'Elena' enough today and judging by how their lunch went with Ethan, Elena won't stop at being honest with a few people. She'll reach out to her network of friends. Perhaps through her journal and that will be an even bigger headache. So, Katherine has to head that off at the pass. Let this -- person make his own judgment. He seems... chipper enough.
She looks up at Mark, blinks for a second, trying to recollect. "Oh," she says. "I'm sorry, I'm not Elena." She finishes stirring and drops the plastic stick in the trash. "And we've never met." She offers her hand. "Katherine."
Hopefully, he sees how much more carefree she is, how sassy, her curls. Her voice isn't as gravelly and she's not constantly pouting.
Mark is extremely chipper person, and he is nonjudgmental and almost impossible to anger, which can be an issue when there are times that people should get angry. However, he can't help it. It's not in him to judge. He's the type to step back and observe like a fluffy marshmallow with... observing powers.
He stares at what she says. "...oh, wow. You look exactly like this girl that I know. Elena. Like there are differences that I'm seeing, but if you curled Elena's hair and had her act a different way, you would look the same," Mark says, shaking his head as he stares at her and then seems to realize that's rude.
He takes another drink from his cup. "Hello, Katherine then. I might make this mistake again, just to warn you, but you can throw something at my head, that'll make me listen," Mark says with a grin anda wave. "I'm Mark, and I didn't mean to think you were someone else, but seriously if you met her, it's uncanny."
While normally, the abnormally chipper might get on her last nerve, Mark is extraordinarily attractive. Taller, the kind of man that can just scoop her up and rattle her -- let's just be honest, she'd rattle his. It's been too long and luckily, the candidates for rattling are increasing tenfold in Chicago. Katherine likes marshmallows.
"A girl can't hear that enough. Really," she says, deadpanning the second sentence. Yes, Mark. Very rude.
But, the cheerful, friendly tone? Warming her up.
"I'll remember that. I'll make sure it's heavy," she jokes. And she nods because she can't lie about meeting her say anything about 'if' something -- this has all ready gotten old. But, she's managing. See her manage. "Hello Mark. How about we talk less about Elena and more about you. You're -- cute in a tall, grinning ball of pulsating positivity way -- care to share a cup of coffee?" While she may not be complimenting him in any way, shape, or form? Her tone sure suggests it.
Mark would be very pleased and surprised to know that she finds him attractive, extraordinarily attractive. Hey, it's not like it's been very long for him
( ... )
Katherine follows that ramble, her eyes daring him to step up. She's got him wrapped around her finger and she knows it.
"Mark. Breathe."
She cants her head before moving towards an empty table, just knowing that not only are Mark's eyes on her but that he's following. It's like clockwork. Taking a seat, she crosses her legs.
"Tell me something I don't know, Mark," she asks, challenging him, flirting, bringing the cup to her lips again.
It's not very hard. It is a very attractive finger. He has no idea how he can not be attracted to Elena in that way but he is very attracted to Katherine. They are completely separate in his mind at this point, and Katherine seems older too.
"Yes." He breathes in. Literally. "I am... breathing."
Mark is watching and following. It's true. It would be impossible not to, and he sits across from him.
"It seems like you're a very knowledgeable, intelligent woman, Katherine. That might be difficult," he says, and he has pretty much forgotten his drink at this point. "You obviously know you're well spoken, confident... you look-- the cup of coffee and your mouth." He clears his throat. "You know how to use your body. But you know all that too about yourself."
That's because Katherine is older. Leagues older. But, a lady never reveals her age. And she has aged very well.
Her eyebrows raise as he steps up to the plate, metaphorically. He doesn't have to kiss her ass but really, it does not hurt one bit. "The cup of coffee and my mouth?" she repeats, letting mouth trail off. What is he saying? "I -- do," she admits. "But, I meant about the city. The Rift. Something helpful. Or, something about you. Were you were born. Where you live now, if you have any roommates, how long it's been since you've --" She looks straight at him, not surprised if he chokes back. She leans forward. "Useful information."
Mark wouldn't ask how old she is. He is positive that she is older than eighteen which is what matters. It's all that angel of knowledge reasoning.
He is very good at ass kissing, because he thinks the best of most everyone. "Yes, what you're doing with it is very..." Mark lifts his hands and nods, because there are no words, "Right. Oh! I know anything you could want to know about the re-" There's choking at the part that she cuts off on, yes. He clears his throat looking over at her. "I know... uh, plenty."
And he's about to answer her all at once because that is how he rolls.
"The Rift is most active here in Chicago. If you see a Rift, you do not want to touch it because it will chop your hand into little bits. I was born in Ohio, very boring. I live in a bar, Crowbar, lots of roommates." And the last question, he'll just leave off with a .... He clears his throat. "Have you been in Chicago long?"
She does happen to be older then eighteen. And considering how long Elena's been tripping the rift, fantastic, she too has hit the big one-eight
( ... )
He's out with some sugary drink when he runs into Elena. Mark sees her nearly slip and fall, and being an angel, he's fast and can get there in a moment. He moves forward and grabs hold of her hand when she reaches for something to grab.
"Hey, you okay there? The ice is... slippery, and Mark makes observant, important, and not at all redundant comments," he says with a small smile as he tries to keep her steady. "I think they cleared the sidewalk over this way more."
Mark makes a face at the ice as if it had tripped her on purpose. "I hate the snow ( ... )
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She chalks it up to the city keeping everyone busy, and it's definitely been keeping her busy, too. The night they found themselves taken away by a magic carpet feels like it was so very long ago. It wasn't, not really, but she doesn't forget that night and how good of a friend he's been to her, how many lighthearted moments he brings into everyone's life.
There's a small, fast-moving blur, and then there's a Mark!
"Mark! Hey. I'm okay. I should've just... watched where I was going," Elena says, and she gives him a small smile too, using his arm to help her regain her balance. "Thanks."
Despite the severity of the last couple of days, she can't help the small smile as he makes a face at the ice. She is grateful for this indignant reaction on her behalf, Mark.
"Do you?" she asks, subdued amusement in her voice. "What's your favorite season, then?"
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Mark remains hopeful though he knows they are up against an incredibly powerful force. It's just in his nature to be hopeful like that despite the fact that there's tension about it at home, and they're all so used to having cases like that that it's-- it hasn't changed things too much. They're all able to take it in stride.
There is so a Mark. There at the exact right moment!
"I think even if you watched, you'd still have tripped. The ice is under the snow and hidden there so no one can blame you," Mark says, smiling back at her brightly and Mark-like, because this is how he rolls. "No problem. What are friends for?"
He is very indignant at the ice. How dare it trip her up like that? This is not okay!
"I do. I know a lot of angels don't mind it since we have the colder body temperature so it should feel more natural to us, but I ( ... )
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"Yeah, and these are actually supposed to help with the traction," Elena says, giving him a smile even if it's not brightly, and it's half-hearted at best.
She is trying, okay?
"It's either the spring or the fall for me, for similar reasons," Elena says, letting herself be tugged away. She slips her hand over the crook of his arm as they walk, letting the rest of her thoughts dispel the way the ice melts on the sidewalk.
"Where were you headed off to?"
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"Your boots lied to you, Elena. I don't know how to break it to you. I know it's a terrible, painful thing how they have betrayed your trust in this terrible, terrible way," Mark says, smiling at her. He is perceptive enough to tell that she's not very happy.
However, he wants to cheer her up for a little bit or at least give her something else to focus on. He's also there for listening but sometimes people just need to have some lightness in their lives.
"The birthing of life or the dying of life. Well, the fall has school starting, which is a... has that beginning feel to it, and the leaves turning colors," Mark says as if this is a conversation that people actually have.
"I was headed to the Crowbar on this fine, snowy day. What about yourself?"
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And luckily, she has sturdy angels such as Mark Barnes to break her fall.
Elena lifts up both brows, that quiet amusement still on her face. "It looks like you've thought long and hard about this," Elena says, though she wouldn't be surprised if that wasn't the case.
If it was just Mark's angel of knowledge-y prowess at work.
"I was headed to school, but I don't have class for another hour. I have a paper to work on now that we're back from winter break," Elena says, sliding the bag over her shoulder since she nearly dropped it. "I'm... not really good company right now, so I'll catch you later?"
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He is happy to be a sturdy angel that helps to break her fall, okay?
Mark tilts his head to the side as if thinking long and hard right now. "There have been thoughts," he says with a small smile. "It didn't take me very long to to think it, but you know. Thoughts were involved ( ... )
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She looks up at Mark, blinks for a second, trying to recollect. "Oh," she says. "I'm sorry, I'm not Elena." She finishes stirring and drops the plastic stick in the trash. "And we've never met." She offers her hand. "Katherine."
Hopefully, he sees how much more carefree she is, how sassy, her curls. Her voice isn't as gravelly and she's not constantly pouting.
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He stares at what she says. "...oh, wow. You look exactly like this girl that I know. Elena. Like there are differences that I'm seeing, but if you curled Elena's hair and had her act a different way, you would look the same," Mark says, shaking his head as he stares at her and then seems to realize that's rude.
He takes another drink from his cup. "Hello, Katherine then. I might make this mistake again, just to warn you, but you can throw something at my head, that'll make me listen," Mark says with a grin anda wave. "I'm Mark, and I didn't mean to think you were someone else, but seriously if you met her, it's uncanny."
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"A girl can't hear that enough. Really," she says, deadpanning the second sentence. Yes, Mark. Very rude.
But, the cheerful, friendly tone? Warming her up.
"I'll remember that. I'll make sure it's heavy," she jokes. And she nods because she can't lie about meeting her say anything about 'if' something -- this has all ready gotten old. But, she's managing. See her manage. "Hello Mark. How about we talk less about Elena and more about you. You're -- cute in a tall, grinning ball of pulsating positivity way -- care to share a cup of coffee?" While she may not be complimenting him in any way, shape, or form? Her tone sure suggests it.
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"Mark. Breathe."
She cants her head before moving towards an empty table, just knowing that not only are Mark's eyes on her but that he's following. It's like clockwork. Taking a seat, she crosses her legs.
"Tell me something I don't know, Mark," she asks, challenging him, flirting, bringing the cup to her lips again.
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"Yes." He breathes in. Literally. "I am... breathing."
Mark is watching and following. It's true. It would be impossible not to, and he sits across from him.
"It seems like you're a very knowledgeable, intelligent woman, Katherine. That might be difficult," he says, and he has pretty much forgotten his drink at this point. "You obviously know you're well spoken, confident... you look-- the cup of coffee and your mouth." He clears his throat. "You know how to use your body. But you know all that too about yourself."
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Her eyebrows raise as he steps up to the plate, metaphorically. He doesn't have to kiss her ass but really, it does not hurt one bit. "The cup of coffee and my mouth?" she repeats, letting mouth trail off. What is he saying? "I -- do," she admits. "But, I meant about the city. The Rift. Something helpful. Or, something about you. Were you were born. Where you live now, if you have any roommates, how long it's been since you've --" She looks straight at him, not surprised if he chokes back. She leans forward. "Useful information."
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He is very good at ass kissing, because he thinks the best of most everyone. "Yes, what you're doing with it is very..." Mark lifts his hands and nods, because there are no words, "Right. Oh! I know anything you could want to know about the re-" There's choking at the part that she cuts off on, yes. He clears his throat looking over at her. "I know... uh, plenty."
And he's about to answer her all at once because that is how he rolls.
"The Rift is most active here in Chicago. If you see a Rift, you do not want to touch it because it will chop your hand into little bits. I was born in Ohio, very boring. I live in a bar, Crowbar, lots of roommates." And the last question, he'll just leave off with a .... He clears his throat. "Have you been in Chicago long?"
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