Fill: Juxtaposed 3a/?
anonymous
October 18 2014, 18:18:34 UTC
The next afternoon Jane found her thoughts constantly drifting whenever she tried to draw the Hanar preacher, or whatever term they used, was is Evangelical?so she decided to give up the pretense of getting anything done today and instead started to contemplate her dilemma.
Here was this Turian, a cop at that, who she just met two days ago and the only conversation they really had together was just flippant flirting that she was known to use in nearly all her conversations like a cloak to keep anyone from getting in. Whenever someone did get in, like the shrink a couple years back, she immediately clammed up, got angry, and refused to continue any more conversation. He, however, managed to pull the conversation back into familiar territory when she started to shut down and he probably didn’t even know it.
Could it be possible that she was ready to start making friends again after Akuze? It was coming up close to the three year mark and although she was amicable towards any and all of her sqaudmates since then, she was never really at the point where she openly looked for their friendship.
Maybe this Turian cop was what she needed, someone who openly joked with her but didn’t expect anything to come of it, where nothing would come back to bite her in the ass later if she rushed into it and screwed up. She would ship out soon on her next posting and he’d just go back to being C-Sec and doing whatever it is C-Sec officers do.
Mind made up to make an effort towards opening up and letting some of her walls down if the conversation took such a turn instead of shutting the other party out, Jane was able to get back to her portrait of the Hanar giving its speech to whoever it was able to grab the attention of.
Fill: Juxtaposed 3b/?
anonymous
October 18 2014, 18:20:36 UTC
It wasn’t until much later as she just completed putting the last touches on her sketch that she found she was starting to get hungry. Hoping Garrus would show before she’d have to take a run for something to eat, she stood to stretch while checking her Omni-Tool for the time.
Two hours had passed since she had made her earlier decision, but Garrus was only behind his usual time of appearance by about half an hour if the previous two days were to go by. With that in mind she decided to at least get her things packed up and when he arrived maybe she could convince him to show her somewhere to eat.
Leaving the hotel this morning she stopped at a small gift store that for the previous three days she just walked right by without a glance, thinking of Garrus’ remark about not seeing the shops the Citadel had to offer the day before. In it she found a small tote bag with a graphic of the Citadel that was the perfect size for her sketchbook and a handful of her various drawing mediums. Paying more than she considered it was worth was fine because it marked her trying something different and out of her comfort zone, and who knows, maybe eventually she come to like shopping enough to find clothes that were just the first thing she fit into and was comfortable.
The last of her supplies safely stowed away. She throws it over her should and stands looking across what she can see of the Presidium from her spot as she runs her hands back across her forehead and through the loose strands from her ponytail. She isn’t far from the bench she frequented on the previous days and she can clearly see it from her location. She continues her scanning and sees the familiar blue armor of C-Sec, topped with the familiar face of Officer Garrus Vakarian. “I was starting to worry that you got lost.” She jokes as he approaches, a half smile forming easily.
He nods, his mandible tilting out like it did the first day, then returning to its position. A smile she thinks, probably what I’m doing would look like on a Turian. “Sorry Jane, I got held up. I’m finally getting a posting where I can actually do something.”
“No problem, and congrats.” She finds that now that she has decided to put forth the effort, friendly conversation comes easy, whether it’s because of the company or herself she doesn’t know, but figures it doesn’t matter. “But as I’ve been waiting so long for you to show I’ve just about wasted away to nothing, so to make it up to me, you need to tell me where is a good place to chow down.”
“Chow down?” He tilts his head, which makes her think of it as his ‘confused’ look.
“It means eat Garrus.” She chuckles as the plating above the deep set of his eye quirk up quickly in understanding, his ‘ah-ha’ face she imagines. Ever since her internal decision, she has begun to notice the little differences in his facial expressions that are similar and different from her own. That feeling of being too exposed hasn’t made even a small appearance, so she concludes that is why she must suddenly seem like a new person to him.
He pulls up his Omni-Tool and begins typing into the interface. “Humans and weird sayings…I know of some places nearby that serve both dextro and levo. I know the ones that have good dextro, but I can’t tell you how yours will be. Are you preferring Salarian or Asari?”
“Isn’t Salarian mostly bugs?” She questions, never having really eaten either, or at least if she had, not knowing what it was one way or the other. Was asking that a bit xenophobic of her? What are the odds that they look amphibious and eat bugs? She should definitely look into other species so she doesn’t insult someone one day. Noticing him waiting for her response, his fingers still above his tool’s interface she snaps out. “Oh, sorry, daydreaming,” to which he chuckles quietly, “I think I’ll go with Asari. I think I heard that they like to experiment with Human cuisine, so maybe I’ll get lucky.” Closing his Omni-Tool after he found the location of said restaurant, Garrus motions towards the automated cab terminal and the two set off.
Re: Fill: Juxtaposed 3b/?
anonymous
October 18 2014, 18:21:23 UTC
As they’re walking, he notices her bag slung over her shoulder and laughs. “Finally went shopping and you picked a gift shop? There are specialty stores here, you know.”
She looks over to him on her right, having to tilt her head slightly up to catch his eye. “And what exactly would I be needing from a specialty store?”
Quick with his smirk he looks to her, and responds casually, “material for your other sketchbook?”
That sly little… and she can’t help the laugh that spills out, but quickly controls it so she can respond. “No, those drawings are done with live source material, it comes out better. Can’t find it in stores.”
They reach the cab terminal as he laughs and goes over to input the destination. The cab lights up, beeps, and the doors open up just as Jane makes it over to the passenger side.
Here was this Turian, a cop at that, who she just met two days ago and the only conversation they really had together was just flippant flirting that she was known to use in nearly all her conversations like a cloak to keep anyone from getting in. Whenever someone did get in, like the shrink a couple years back, she immediately clammed up, got angry, and refused to continue any more conversation. He, however, managed to pull the conversation back into familiar territory when she started to shut down and he probably didn’t even know it.
Could it be possible that she was ready to start making friends again after Akuze? It was coming up close to the three year mark and although she was amicable towards any and all of her sqaudmates since then, she was never really at the point where she openly looked for their friendship.
Maybe this Turian cop was what she needed, someone who openly joked with her but didn’t expect anything to come of it, where nothing would come back to bite her in the ass later if she rushed into it and screwed up. She would ship out soon on her next posting and he’d just go back to being C-Sec and doing whatever it is C-Sec officers do.
Mind made up to make an effort towards opening up and letting some of her walls down if the conversation took such a turn instead of shutting the other party out, Jane was able to get back to her portrait of the Hanar giving its speech to whoever it was able to grab the attention of.
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Two hours had passed since she had made her earlier decision, but Garrus was only behind his usual time of appearance by about half an hour if the previous two days were to go by. With that in mind she decided to at least get her things packed up and when he arrived maybe she could convince him to show her somewhere to eat.
Leaving the hotel this morning she stopped at a small gift store that for the previous three days she just walked right by without a glance, thinking of Garrus’ remark about not seeing the shops the Citadel had to offer the day before. In it she found a small tote bag with a graphic of the Citadel that was the perfect size for her sketchbook and a handful of her various drawing mediums. Paying more than she considered it was worth was fine because it marked her trying something different and out of her comfort zone, and who knows, maybe eventually she come to like shopping enough to find clothes that were just the first thing she fit into and was comfortable.
The last of her supplies safely stowed away. She throws it over her should and stands looking across what she can see of the Presidium from her spot as she runs her hands back across her forehead and through the loose strands from her ponytail. She isn’t far from the bench she frequented on the previous days and she can clearly see it from her location. She continues her scanning and sees the familiar blue armor of C-Sec, topped with the familiar face of Officer Garrus Vakarian. “I was starting to worry that you got lost.” She jokes as he approaches, a half smile forming easily.
He nods, his mandible tilting out like it did the first day, then returning to its position. A smile she thinks, probably what I’m doing would look like on a Turian. “Sorry Jane, I got held up. I’m finally getting a posting where I can actually do something.”
“No problem, and congrats.” She finds that now that she has decided to put forth the effort, friendly conversation comes easy, whether it’s because of the company or herself she doesn’t know, but figures it doesn’t matter. “But as I’ve been waiting so long for you to show I’ve just about wasted away to nothing, so to make it up to me, you need to tell me where is a good place to chow down.”
“Chow down?” He tilts his head, which makes her think of it as his ‘confused’ look.
“It means eat Garrus.” She chuckles as the plating above the deep set of his eye quirk up quickly in understanding, his ‘ah-ha’ face she imagines. Ever since her internal decision, she has begun to notice the little differences in his facial expressions that are similar and different from her own. That feeling of being too exposed hasn’t made even a small appearance, so she concludes that is why she must suddenly seem like a new person to him.
He pulls up his Omni-Tool and begins typing into the interface. “Humans and weird sayings…I know of some places nearby that serve both dextro and levo. I know the ones that have good dextro, but I can’t tell you how yours will be. Are you preferring Salarian or Asari?”
“Isn’t Salarian mostly bugs?” She questions, never having really eaten either, or at least if she had, not knowing what it was one way or the other. Was asking that a bit xenophobic of her? What are the odds that they look amphibious and eat bugs? She should definitely look into other species so she doesn’t insult someone one day. Noticing him waiting for her response, his fingers still above his tool’s interface she snaps out. “Oh, sorry, daydreaming,” to which he chuckles quietly, “I think I’ll go with Asari. I think I heard that they like to experiment with Human cuisine, so maybe I’ll get lucky.” Closing his Omni-Tool after he found the location of said restaurant, Garrus motions towards the automated cab terminal and the two set off.
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She looks over to him on her right, having to tilt her head slightly up to catch his eye. “And what exactly would I be needing from a specialty store?”
Quick with his smirk he looks to her, and responds casually, “material for your other sketchbook?”
That sly little… and she can’t help the laugh that spills out, but quickly controls it so she can respond. “No, those drawings are done with live source material, it comes out better. Can’t find it in stores.”
They reach the cab terminal as he laughs and goes over to input the destination. The cab lights up, beeps, and the doors open up just as Jane makes it over to the passenger side.
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Part four estimated to be out later today.
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