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Apr 24, 2011 00:58

WHO: wrong_sometimes and OPEN.
WHERE: A cafe near an art school.
WHEN: Backdated (kinda) to Saturday afternoon, April 23rd
WARNINGS: Angst
SUMMARY: Cassie has a birthday and she doesn't tell anyone.
FORMAT: Tagger's choice ( Read more... )

cassie holmes | watcher, † eleanor lamb | big sister, † alex wilder | n/a, kaylee frye | n/a

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hells4children April 24 2011, 07:47:57 UTC

It'd been a long few days for Alex. With all the schools closed, he didn't have to pretend he was busy during the mornings, so they had him pulling double-duty at City Hall. Plus there was still his campaign to keep Hundred on his toes, and he was running behind on that. Phase Two should've been implemented this morning, but with all his time being taken up by work, he was still drafting the script.

He'd come by the cafe to toy with a notepad and a pencil while working on a sandwich. Couldn't help noticing the girl with the highlights on the adjacent table. It was the dog that caught his attention, do they let pets in places like this?

Hell, maybe it was a seeing-eye dog.

wrong_sometimes April 25 2011, 03:49:50 UTC

While Cassie was focused on her drawing, more rats, pigeons and pests, the dog was focused on everything else. He was curious (to a fault, Cassie would probably say), and while he'd been trained not to directly interfere with others it didn't stop him from watching, especially when the person he was watching had obviously seen him.

Cocking a mechanical-looking head, seen only in shadow under the table, the dog stared back.

hells4children April 25 2011, 05:44:15 UTC

Alex shut his notepad and turned his chair at an angle to face her. He nodded his head in her direction and pointed at the dog. "What's his name?"

wrong_sometimes April 26 2011, 04:10:13 UTC

"Bot. As in Ro-Bot. Come on out, boy." From under the table a mechanical voice chirped, "Yes, Mistress," and the mechanical mutt came fully into the light.

"Greetings, sir."

hells4children April 26 2011, 05:40:53 UTC

"Oh." He rubbed his eyes and knocked his glasses back down off his forehead he really must have been overworked if he didn't catch that rather large detail. "Nice to meet you, Bot."

Trying to compensate for that lack of observation, he noticed the candle on the brownie. "Celebrating something"

wrong_sometimes April 27 2011, 01:53:35 UTC

"Does this look like a celebration?"

She pulled out the candle and slid it under the napkin, if there was one thing she didn't want to do, it was talk about her complete lack of a birthday with a stranger.

"It is my Mistress' birthday."

Damn dog.

hells4children April 27 2011, 03:48:09 UTC

He gave the dog a nod before turning his attention back to Cassie. "Doesn't look like any kind of way to spend a birthday, all on your own."

wrong_sometimes April 28 2011, 06:09:21 UTC

"Yeah? I hadn't noticed."

Cassie's irritation was clear and she went back to ignoring him as she tried to go back to drawing.

hells4children April 28 2011, 06:22:26 UTC

Alex reached in his pocket to see how much he had on him. Seven dollars wasn't much, but his next check from the Porter should clear by Monday. He'd be able to make it till then.

He crossed his arms in his lap and stared at the back of her head. "Well, how would you feel about a sandwich?"

wrong_sometimes May 1 2011, 04:13:14 UTC

"I don't need a pity meal. I'm fine."

Which wasn't true, not really, but she just... didn't know how to deal with this... entire day. It sucked. She wanted to scream.

hells4children May 1 2011, 07:13:30 UTC

"I don't mean it out of pity, it's just..." She was another kid. She looked lonely. ...He could relate. "...It's your birthday." He shrugged and stared out the window. He never really knew how to deal with people when he didn't want anything from them. "People should do nice things for you on your birthday."

wrong_sometimes May 2 2011, 02:43:18 UTC

"Whatever." She shrugged and turned to a blank page.

"Your money, your time."

hells4children May 2 2011, 04:54:38 UTC

"So, uh..." He was still fishing for the words, this was not going well. "What kind of sandwiches do you like?"

wrong_sometimes May 2 2011, 05:01:19 UTC

"Roast beef. No onions, no mayo." She ordered here a lot, and she had her favorites.

Might as well have some lunch with her dessert if someone else was gonna pay for it. And if she couldn't eat it all, she'd just take the rest... well, somewhere. Living with a vegetarian was awkward.

hells4children May 2 2011, 05:31:31 UTC

He came back with her order a few minutes later, and set it down while taking another seat on her table with his own half-finished sandwich. A token meal wouldn't really do the job, after all, so he hoped she wouldn't mind the company.

He couldn't help glancing at her sketchbook. "So, what're you drawing?"

wrong_sometimes May 4 2011, 03:56:03 UTC

"Stuff. Mostly birds and the damn rats." That weren't stopping in the next day or so that she could see. Which just added to the suck of her life.

"Want your future told?" Maybe it would give her a chance to draw something else.

[ooc: If you want her to actually see something, let me know, otherwise she'll just make something up.]

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