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Post by Andrew Jamie Grant on Mar 11, 2012 21:56:43 GMT -5
For the first time since "growing up," Andrew felt alive again. No nine to five job, nobody but himself to worry about, and nobody to tell him to be Daddy's favorite; he was living the dream. His new life was wreckless and dangerous and fun; and he loved it. This was what he would've been like if he hadn't had a sis-- no. He wasn't thinking about her, New York, or that general part of the globe. His life wasn't there anymore; it was in Europe, enjoying the perks of too much money and no way to spend it. Once he'd left the hospital, the golden boy he'd turned himself into had vanished. Andrew Grant was no longer going to force himself into being someone he wasn't.
The first thing he'd done was withdraw as much money from the bank as he could, shoving it all into a bag and not thinking about the consequences if it happened to get lost. He'd headed to the airport then, buying the next flight out of New York and situating his passport with a flick of his wrist. After that, he was gone. No goodbyes, no warning, and, most importantly, no Ember to tell him he was being an idiot about it all. The moment he'd stepped foot on that plane, all of that had been thrown out the window. Since then, he had been what the high school him would've wanted; a wreckless rich boy with way too much money to blow.
The flight landed him somewhere in Europe, he still hadn't figured out where, in a world where he had no friends or family to recognize him. He'd used his emergency savings to rent out a tiny flat, paying in cash of course, and settling himself quite nicely in the bustling city that didn't remind him in the slightest of New York. This bustle was different; peaceful, almost. It was calming enough to lull him back into the bars, ordering drinks by the dozen and smiling at pretty girls he'd never met before in his life. All of it helped him to forget, though, and, for the time being, that was all he really wanted.
Andrew stumbled out of a bed, blinking hard against the sunlight glaring through the opened window. He pulled on his jeans and shirt, attempting to figure out where the hell he was. This wasn't his apartment; it was too girly and neat for him. Glancing back at the bed, he sighed as his eyes took in the petite figure curled under the duvet. Andrew quickly slid his shoes on and headed for the door as silently as possible, running before he could get too attatched to the girl or the situation. He was here to run wild and free, not develop relationships he'd later regret.
He snuck out of the door and managed to find his way out of the apartment complex, grumbling to himself as the late morning sun continued to irk his raging headache. How much had he had to drink last night? Honestly, he couldn't remember. The most he could recall was arriving and leaving with some girl whose name he'd already forgotten. Shaking his head, he shrugged the thoughts off and pulled the pack of cigarettes from his back pocket, grabbing the half-empty lighter and lighting up.
Andrew balanced the stick in his mouth, inhaling the chemicals he'd once again addicted himself to. He continued down the sidewalk, not looking back as he tried to figure out where the heck he was.
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Post by Sorina Elisabeta Lupescu on Mar 13, 2012 22:33:51 GMT -5
 Rina loved Europe with all the old cities, cobblestone streets and amazing histories. It was Europe where she learned how to walk in heels, where she did her first go-see, first shoot and runway show. And she loved New York, but Europe was where her heart really called home. She’d gotten in late the night before, and hadn’t done much in the way of sightseeing, before her driver pulled up to the cute little hotel by the market that she loved to stay in whenever visiting Poland. Oh all the places she’d been to across the continent, the former capital city of Krakow had to be her favourite; especially the downtown core, where the market was still a big thing with fresh produce and flowers, ready and waiting to be taken home.
If she’d had the energy the night before, she would have dolled herself up and hit that market square for the last horn song of the night from the church tower and the clubs surrounding the square. It was probably her favourite of the old stories, based on the cities colourful history. But she’d been exhausted having finished a shoot in New York then hoping on a plane for Europe. She was there, doing a new ad campaign, but that wasn’t until the following week. When she’d found out they were shooting in Krakow, Poland, she couldn’t help herself and booked a flight and hotel for an entire two weeks, for a mini vacation before work began again. The night’s Rina had spent in those very clubs had to be some of her favourites as well. The city held so many wonderful memories it was hard to come up with a reason not to go at every single chance.
So instead of the night before, she woke up early, dressed for the warm Polish weather and hit the streets, forgoing the complimentary breakfast the small hotel offered. It was a fantastic meal, but she wasn’t interested in staying indoors even for a second longer. She walked the two blocks to the already bustling with energy Market Square, stopping just long enough to hear the horn’s final song; which played on the hour, from dawn ‘til well after dusk. It was a beautifully sad song cut short as the tale proclaimed. Sorina visited Poland so much, her parents often joked that she should have been born and raised there. She knew so much of that single city’s history; it was like she’d lived there her entire life anyway. Once the song ended as it always did, unfinished, Rina continued through the square and down the busy side streets, stretching away.
There was a quaint little café she’d found on one of her many visits that she’d fallen head over heels for. It was well past the square opposite her hotel, and quite the walk but they had wonderful food and the couple who owned it were the sweetest people Rina had the pleasure of meeting. It was a place she couldn’t pass without stopping for a quick caramel latte. She passed by some of the more major sights to get there, but she didn’t really see them. After all, when you saw where the pope lived when he visited the city a dozen times each visit, how many more times could you look upon the beautiful building? Finally though, she came to the café. Rina took a seat at a small table on the street, behind the wrought iron enclosure, facing away from the direction she came, and towards an apartment complex down the block. A waitress asked for her order, to which she supplied in near perfect Polish; a Caramel latte, double shot of espresso and chocolate croissant.
Rina was enjoying her over caffeinated latte when a man walked toward her assumingly to pass her and the cafe. Not one to be shy about matters that annoyed her, she called out to him, hoping to get his attention. “To coœ ciê zabije,” she said loud enough as he walked right past her that she knew he could hear her. The thought that maybe he wouldn’t understand her hadn’t even crossed the pretty blonde’s mind. The only people usually around this neighbourhood were Polish, lived there, born and raised practically. And those who weren’t spoke it fluently and would understand her words, and their meaning quite easily.
Tag|| Andrew!
Words|| 738
Location|| Krakow, Poland xD <3 <3 <3
Clothes|| Close Enough to Touch
Music|| Possibilities by Freddie Stroma
Notes|| Rina went a tad overachiever xD <3 <3 <3 |
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Post by Andrew Jamie Grant on Mar 23, 2012 13:15:21 GMT -5
Since he'd been gone, Andrew hadn't been sober enough to figure out what language everyone around him was speaking. He paid a pretty girl to translate, charming her with a grin and a drink if he needed her for something. The chick who'd help him get the apartment had been decent enough at it, but he rarely needed the girls any longer. His life consisted of drinking, smiling, and bedrooms; that was it. Little talking was actually required when his American accent seemed to have people flocking around him; all he had to do was say a sentence or two and there was a crowd of blondes on his arms.
Andrew strolled down the lane without more concern than figuring out where he was. Eventually, if he kept walking, he'd find some familiar landmark of shoppe front to guide him back to his flat. Pulling the cigarette from his lips as he searched for his wallet, he barely heard the voice shouting at him as he walked past. Snapping his head around, typical scowl on his face, he looked at the only person close enough to have said something. It was in the foreign language so many around here kept speaking, so he wasn't prepared to ask what she'd said. He was about to flip her off and continue on, but this girl was familiar; he had seen her before. It wasn't in this country, however, or even this continent. She was from New York, from his sister, from that life; she was someone who brought it all crashing back into his mind.
Physically shaking his head, Andrew ran his free hand through his hair, dropping the just started cigarette and stamping it out with his foot. He needed to find out how he knew this girl. Turning and walking towards her, he called, "English would be lovely, honey." Even if this would bring back all the memories he kept trying to wash away with alcohol, he needed to know if the people in New York were alright. If this girl knew something about his family, his sister, his anyone, he wanted to know. If they were all okay, he could officially disappear without even a half-glance behind him.
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Post by Sorina Elisabeta Lupescu on Mar 23, 2012 22:18:00 GMT -5
At first Rina hadn’t recognized the man she was telling off, but when he turned around, the resemblance was unmistakable. The sibling’s had quite a few similar features. Hidden behind dark shades, Rina’s eyes widened with the shock of recognition. The young business student was still unaware of the exact details of Ember’s health issues, they weren’t close enough to exchange those tales, but she did know the other blonde’s brother basically disappeared from her life without a trace while she’d been away from school. Rina had stopped by once after Ember had been discharged with notes on the classes she’d missed. She remembered handing over the blue folder with the typed up notes inside and asking if she was feeling better, unaware but assuming she’d been out with flu of some kind.
It had been near insane for Rina to deliver the papers, with her background, the chances of her catching anything and everything was very high. But she’d gone and heard about her brother’s leaving then. He had changed from the last time the young model had seen him. He was scruffier, like he hadn’t bothered shaving that morning. And he absolutely hadn’t been smoking the last time either or she would have yelled at him then, too. There wasn’t much in the world that got under Rina’s skin. After her childhood, how could there be? But basically killing yourself slowly, willingly, she couldn’t stand behind, or hold herself back from commenting on. Smoking, excessive drinking, drugs she was very much against.
She had lived through cancer, and one she was very lucky to survive. At her age, she shouldn’t have made it, but she had a guardian angel somewhere who wanted to keep her alive to do some great things. And she had done just that, behind the scenes. She wasn’t entirely ready to come clean about her childhood, because it was such a harsh reality. Sorina laughed, tilting her head back as she did so. It always amused her to see people in different countries who couldn’t speak the language. It made her wonder what they were doing there. Even if it was a vacation, it would be wise to at least carry around a translator book with the basic questions, replies and comments. She only knew Polish because of her frequent visits to this exact city.
Rina crossed her legs casually as she lifted her adorable china cup to her smirking lips. “Where’s the fun in that?” she asked, deliberately making her accent thicker. Throughout her years of modeling, she’d managed to turn her Romanian accent into a more worldly one; one that couldn’t be placed to any single country. Of course, the last time she’d seen him, she hadn’t spoken as it was just in passing, so she really hadn’t needed to make her accent stronger. She took a sip of her sugary caffeinated drink and relished the taste. It really had been far too long since she’d had one of these coffees. And it was just as she remembered it; absolutely perfect.
Tag|| Andrew!
Words|| 509
Location|| Krakow, Poland xD <3 <3 <3
Clothes|| Close Enough to Touch
Music|| Possibilities by Freddie Stroma
Notes|| Rina went a tad overachiever xD <3 <3 <3 |
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Post by Andrew Jamie Grant on Apr 1, 2012 10:21:06 GMT -5
In his defense, Andrew hadn't exactly known he'd be leaving for... wherever this was until the ticket sales lady had said there was an open seat. Between the plane, partying, and not caring, there hadn't been a lot of time to learn the language of his temporary home. There were people to translate, anyways, and he was okay with using sign language to get his point across. Plus, having been drunk most of the time, some girl usually took pity on him and helped out. No, there hadn't been a need to learn a few phrases. Until now.
He recognized this girl as someone Ember knew from school; he'd seen them leaving campus a few times when he'd had to pick his sister up for work. Her name, her major, her anything, was beyond his knowledge, but, he knew one thing. She was from New York. She would have to know how everyone was, if Ember had survived whatever the hell the doctors had done to her, if that guy she was sleeping with had stuck around; she'd have to know. Right? He'd never ask outright though, not in a million years. That would be admitting he regretted leaving which, honestly, he didn't. Playing Daddy's Boy had been his job for years and he was done with it. Ember, his mother, money; nothing would bring him back to a life of submission. He had ideas, plans, dreams, and those were the things he wanted to pursue. Pretending to be the perfect guy wasn't his idea of fun any longer.
"You'd have to try it to know," he smirked back, watching her carefully. "You're not from here either, are you? Too pretty to be one of the girls 'round here." Andrew gave her a charming grin, fully prepared to do whatever he had to for this girl to open up to him. He'd been toying with girls for awhile now; what was one more? She was different though, and he knew that. But, for the time being, he was ignoring it. He couldn't afford complications now when he was almost erased from the face of "success" entirely.
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Post by Sorina Elisabeta Lupescu on Apr 2, 2012 19:30:13 GMT -5
Modelling gave Rina a purpose in life other than just living, going to school. She got to travel, she got to see the world, and she met interesting people all over the world. Sometimes she was gone for weeks on end, with go-sees, shoots, shows, everything. But she always went back to her sister, before in Bucharest and now in New York. Just like after this vacation, she would be sitting in a first class seat, enjoying the space and the quiet to dig out all her books and study; anything to pass the time stuck in the pressurized cabin for hours on end. She wasn’t doing what she did for anyone like some thought she was, she was doing it all for her. She wanted to be well known and well respected so people would take her seriously and would listen when she spoke of helping the children. Some of those spokespeople were only in it for the money; Rina was in it to actually help people. She didn’t want to be remembered as just a model in a cutthroat world; she wanted to be remembered as a model who did something, somehow made a difference.
Sorina was good with faces and names, but she wasn’t willing to spill what she knew without a little fun and torture. She could easily give him false information, having him hop of the first flight back to see for himself. But Rina didn’t have a cold heart like that. And she wasn’t a member of the Grant family; it wasn’t her place to step right into the middle of the storm currently brewing in New York. Besides that, she didn’t know what was really happening. She only knew that Ember had landed herself in the hospital and that she and her brother had a falling out and he disappeared. Andrew just so happening to be in Krakow at the same time Rina had a commercial to shoot was just to coincidental. It was as if fate was playing a cruel game. Sorina narrowed her eyes, smiling her sweetest smile. “Do you really want to know what I said that badly? I don’t think you do,” she said casually sipping at her latte.
Rina laughed, “Do you even know what country you’re in?” She asked, unable to help herself. She knew transplants, she was one. But at least she knew where she was and how to speak the language, even if it was rough and she messed up a bit; she tried. She shook her head, unable to resist. How did he get around, order food, order drinks? Because it was clear that he’d been drinking at least the night before, and since he’d been missing for weeks now, she figured he’d spent about ninety percent of that three stone cold drunk. While the other ten was spent wondering where the hell he was and how he was getting back to wherever he was staying. “Flattery will get you nowhere with me, Sweetheart,” she said behind her china cup; she'd heard it all before. She took a sip, setting the cup down on the table once again. “You are right, though, I’m not from here. I just happen to fit in better,” she added with a wicked smirk before picking up her chocolaty treat and thoughtfully tilted her head before taking a bite.
Tag|| Andrew!
Words|| 560
Location|| Krakow, Poland xD <3 <3 <3
Clothes|| Close Enough to Touch
Music|| Possibilities by Freddie Stroma
Notes|| Btw, Rina said "That thing will kill you." I forgot to add it before xD <3 <3 <3 |
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Post by Andrew Jamie Grant on Apr 5, 2012 20:21:24 GMT -5
Andrew wasn't going back to New York. He didn't need the city to be happy; he had charm and wit enough to keep himself from starving or dying in the streets. Soon, he'd transfer countries again, maybe fly to London, and look for a job or two. It wouldn't be that hard, especially since he could fudge his resumee a bit. For now, however, he had enough money to keep him comfortable and not longing for New York. Honestly, he didn't even know why he wanted to know if Ember was okay. She had a new Superman in her life, and, it had been her who'd always said she'd wanted him gone. Now, he was, and he didn't want to come home for anybody.
"Does it matter what country it is? All I know is it's not New York, and that's all I need," he shrugged, no hint of regret in his voice or gesture. Andrew didn't miss New York; he doubted he ever would. Here, wherever he was, he was free from all the worries and stress that city brought out. Granted, most of the stress-relief here had come in the form of alcohol, but who was thinking of that? He was having fun for once and no one had gotten hurt. Yet.
He laughed, shaking his head. "Who said anything about flattery? Just stating a fact, sweetheart," he said, repeating the pet name with a bit less affection than his compliment. "Well, since you fit in so nicely, interested in showing a foreigner around?" Andrew asked. He put on his most innocent, charming face, the one he used in business meetings when trying to work a new client. Right now, that was what she was; another client. But, he had a feeling this pretty blonde would change his opinion rather quickly.
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Post by Sorina Elisabeta Lupescu on Apr 8, 2012 17:33:04 GMT -5
In the long run, going back to school shopping with her sister had been a good thing. She’d gotten to do a lot of the things she never thought possible only a few short years before. She’d traveled, had a few magazine covers under her belt, not to mention spreads for fall and spring. She would have never seen half the places she had without modeling. She was twenty-one and already travelled all over the world. And it was a little over ten years before no one thought she’d ever see the outside of a hospital room again. She proved them wrong. Rina came out of that with a different outlook on life though. It was the little things that made her happy now. Being about to go to the park just because it was a nice, sunny day, getting to travel all over for work and seeing all these amazing places. She would have never found Poland. And she grew a tough skin. She accepted the compliments from the photographers, designers, and all the rest. But as soon as she stepped away from that world, it took a bit more than a sweet line to convince her you were sincere.
Rina raised a brow. How could he not want to see New York again? Wasn’t everything in New York for him? She didn’t know what was happening between the siblings, no more than the basic, he left and I don’t know where he’s gone. Rina wanted to slap him across the face and yell some sense into him. But as much as she could be nosy and want to know everything, she couldn’t bring herself to push her way into other people’s problems, unless her friends came to her for help. She couldn’t say much to his remark so she just shrugged her shoulder delicately, taking a small bite from her chocolate croissant. Now that she’d been to New York, and lived there for a while now, she couldn’t picture herself living full time anywhere else. Even Poland, which she loved and reminded her so much of her Bucharest, she couldn’t stay forever.
Sorina laughed, weaving hers fingers together under her chin and setting her elbows on the edge of the table. “Hmm,” she hummed amusement bright in her eyes. Ember had said her brother was a charmer. She didn’t know what exactly the family business was, like everything else Ember had kept it to herself. But she did know the siblings worked together in some capacity. “You can take your mask off now. That sweet smile isn’t fooling anyone but the gullible. And those are only the ones that don’t understand English so well,” she said, her lips spreading in a wicked grin. She didn’t take the sweet words and soft smiled seriously anymore, there were far too many of them being handed out for that; especially when all you had to say in return was a quick thanks and run. “Besides, I’m a transplant, how do you know I know anything more than the language and this café? I could have stumbled across this place looking for the grocery.” She knew quite a bit, but she wasn’t about to give away the dark secrets of the city she adored so much. Not without enough incentive.
Tag|| Andrew!
Words|| 548
Location|| Krakow, Poland xD <3 <3 <3
Clothes|| Close Enough to Touch
Music|| Possibilities by Freddie Stroma
Notes|| <3 <3 <3 |
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Post by Andrew Jamie Grant on Apr 28, 2012 10:58:58 GMT -5
Like everyone, Andrew had a breaking point. He had reached that point in New York, which was how he'd ended up in a strange country playing anything but the Golden-Boy his family expected him to be. He didn't want that anymore; any of it. The money, the company, the lifestyle; let Ember have it. Lord knows she needed to take her fair share in the family business. For years, it'd been him being the responsible, grown-up one while she'd partied her life away and thrown a temper-tantrum every time someone tried to help. He knew she'd had reason to for awhile, but it'd gone on too long, and the sister who he'd loved so much back when her heart had been shattered had disappeared. Now, he didn't want to deal with her or his pressuring father any longer.
Andrew's mask was one that had been glued to his face a long time ago. The rich boy, who had to be responsible and take charge, who had to be his father whenever the man was out of the office, the charmer; that was who he was to everyone these days. Even to Ember, he thought, because they'd been growing apart for so long, the mask had gone up with her, too.
"Taking it off is harder than you think," he mumbled, running a hand through his wild hair and looking away from her. He may have been slightly hung over with a headache that could kill, but Andrew was still aware of what was going on around him. And, he knew that his life was a lot more complicated than just taking a long-worn mask off. Andrew didn't return her grin, digging in his pockets for another cigarette out of habit now. Frowning, he shook himself, remembering that this girl was against it and that, if he wanted to spend time with her, the smokes would have to stay away. At least until the day was over.
He gave her a weak smirk, one without the charm in it this time. If she wanted all-natural Andrew, she'd get it; sort of. "Two things more than I know, honey. I think a couple language lessons could benefit me, anyways. I'm sick of waving my arms around to get a point across," he said with a casual shrug and half a smile on his lips now. Maybe it'd be easier than he thought to play himself.
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Post by Sorina Elisabeta Lupescu on Apr 28, 2012 23:25:45 GMT -5
Rina wanted to narrow her eyes at his comment, trying to decipher it. She’d been in an industry where wearing a mask was something that happened on the runway or in a shoot. She wasn’t the type to hide behind a façade or keep things to herself anymore. When she had something on her mind, anyone close to her knew what she was thinking. She had an idea where he was coming from, though if what his sister said was true. But she couldn’t be certain. “It’s probably a lot easier than you think,” she said, sipping carefully at the hot drink. Rina also wasn’t the type to be handing out philosophical ramblings either, but that’s what slipped past her lips. Sorina recognized the movements, digging around in pockets, searching for something. She expected him to dig out his pack of cancer and light a stick of death up. She was far from a fan and she let everyone know it, too. Of course, she couldn’t make him stop from lighting up in front of her and quickly resigned herself to sitting with yet another smoker. Her eyes widened though, a moment later when he stopped himself from smoking and had a small spreading across her glossed lips. “Thank you,” she said softly, knowing he only stopped himself because she hated them so much.
Speaking of the grocery, she did have to go pick up some things. Of course, she’d passed the store already, leaving it behind with the market square. She wasn’t staying as long this time around to have rented a flat, but that didn’t mean she could go without the snacks that filled the cupboards of the rented flats. She laughed shaking her head. “Przepraszamy, nie jestem nauczycielem. Bêdziesz musiał znaleźć kogoś innego,” she said smirking behind the cup still in her hand. “I would love to see that. It would be absolutely priceless. Amuse me,” she said, raising a brow as the waitress stopped at their table asking how she was liking her food and if there was anything else she could get from them. “Nie dla mnie, dziękuję. Ale mój przyjaciel może chcieć czegoś,” she smiled happily, turning her attention away to look back across the table at Andrew. “Well?” she asked, leaning back, crossing her legs and letting one swing casually, waiting for the show and wishing she could get her phone from her bag and have the video recorder up before it was all over. She wasn’t mean though and knew that before he made a huge fool of himself, she’d take over and order for him.
Tag|| Andrew!
Words|| 434
Location|| Krakow, Poland xD <3 <3 <3
Clothes|| Close Enough to Touch
Music|| Possibilities by Freddie Stroma
Notes|| First is: Sorry, I'm not a teacher. You'll have to find someone else. And second is: Not for me, thank you. But my friend may want something. |
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Post by Andrew Jamie Grant on May 7, 2012 10:36:19 GMT -5
Andrew had been taught to put his own wellbeing in last place. The company, his parents, Ember; they all came first. It was expected of him to drop everything and race to their side whenever one of them said the word, like he was some sort of human dog. With his sister and father, there was never a moment of time where he could ask if this worked for him. Always it was, "will this be okay for Ember," "will this upset her," "will my dad be okay with this." Both of them just assumed that he'd carry out their wishes, or that he'd pick up their slack at work, or that he'd be the one cleaning puke off the penthouse floor. And, now that he was finally escaping their clutches, there wasn't a doubt in his mind that they'd all be painting him as the villain because that was what they all did. They shoved all the blame at him instead of looking in the mirror and realizing that they'd been the ones to push him this far; this escape was him finally getting up off his ass and refusing to be their pet.
Everyone automatically took Ember's side whenever the siblings fought because she was the "baby" and the one with a medical issue. That hadn't stopped her from partying, though, or throwing herself near death more than once now, but, somehow, it gave her a right to always be the innocent one. Always. Even now, he was regretting thinking of asking this friend of his sister's for help because he was positive she'd stand by the blonde, reckless being he called kin. Andrew just shook his head again, smoothing his hair down as his eyes moved off of her. What was he doing? He shouldn't be here with her. "I'm not addicted to them yet," he said, shrugging as he continued to crave a cigarette, despite her warnings about it. They were part of his stress relief and, now that he was giving them up even for a minute, he could feel that noose tightening around his neck again.
Andrew gracefully plopped into the seat across from her, not bothering with the menu and just shaking his head in a dismissive way at the waitress as the meaningless conversation floated around him. He wasn't really hungry, not yet, at least, and his body ached too much to even consider coffee. At this girl's prompting for him to make a fool of himself, his mask snapped right back into place. Not even five minutes and she was doing exactly what his sister did; making him parade around for her amusement.
Abruptly, he stood up, a look of pained disgust on his face. "Don't spend so much time with Ember," he said, no emotion in his voice as he turned to walk away, no longer wanting anything to do with this young lady or the ways in which she reminded him of his family in New York.
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TAG: Miss Rina!
LOCATION: Somewhere in Europe... XD
WORDS: 523!
MUSIC: "Not Ready to Make Nice" by Dixie Chicks
NOTES: <3 <3 <3
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Post by Sorina Elisabeta Lupescu on May 7, 2012 12:49:49 GMT -5
Rina had been the one everyone sort of took the side of. She’d been sick when she was a child and then she was hardly ever home because of modelling only a few short years after she’d gotten the go ahead to live a real life. But she’d never really wanted that, and had said time and again that Maddie had basically grown up without one or the other parent. Someone had always needed to be in the hospital with their eldest child. And that left the baby without both. When she’d finally gotten out of the hospital, she’d become quite the stubborn little girl. Every time they looked her way, she pointed towards Maddie, trying to get them to be more her parents than her own. Yes, she’d needed them while she’d been sick, but now, not so much. And when she’d started travelling with modelling alone, Maddie got their parents attention like she so deserved. "You should hand those over so you don't feel compelled to light one up," she said with a glimmer in her eye. Oddly enough, for not having spoken to him before, she was compelled to keep chatting with the older Grant sibling.
“I don’t apologize to anyone for anything, Andrew. So this means something coming from me. I’m sorry. That was terribly rude of me. Sit and we’ll have coffee and learn a new language, which by the way was all I was trying to do,” she said, both feet slamming into the ground as she stood, just in case he said no and kept walking away. “I am not your sister. And if you keep walking, I’ll just fall into step beside you. And you’ll still get that lesson.” She felt terrible. She hadn't meant any harm by it really. She’d struggles learning Polish as well, and had been teased relentlessly by her friend who’d taught her. It was all in good fun, nothing more. Of course, she also had no clue why he’d gotten so upset by it all. She didn’t know him well, either, probably only a little less than she knew his sister. Rina considered them friends, but in reality, they were more acquaintances than friends. They shared classes, notes and occasionally a coffee, but the blonde transplant still didn’t know much about her tall friend.
She never thought she’d feel so terrible, and yet here she was, standing at her favourite café, across the table from a friend’s semi-lost brother, and she was acting holier-than-thou. She’d always been teased backstage at runways and on sets of shoots because she had been kind of on the innocent side there at the beginning. But in that line of work, she’d had to grow a thicker skin and that, as unfortunate as it was, meant she had to swallow a few bitch pills. It was the after effects of all those pills that drove her to do what she’d just done. “I don’t know what happened between you and Ember, Andrew but I am sorry you felt you needed to leave town for a bit because of it all,” she said softly. It wasn’t quite obvious, but after that little stunt she could guess he hadn’t just sat down because he saw a pretty face. Sadly, she didn’t know anything about Ember. She’d stopped by before she’d left for this trip, but she hadn’t stayed long, just enough time to hand over the work and tell Ember it was due whenever she could email it in.
Tag|| Andrew!
Words|| 434
Location|| Krakow, Poland xD <3 <3 <3
Clothes|| Close Enough to Touch
Music|| Possibilities by Freddie Stroma
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Post by Andrew Jamie Grant on May 7, 2012 13:43:41 GMT -5
This wasn't worth it; he didn't need to know about Ember or anyone else in New York this badly. It hurt, sitting at that table and watching this blonde do the exact same thing his sister always did to him, though not in the exact situation. This was why he'd run away; to escape the games and to finally not be everyone's puppet. Yet, he was with this girl who had done just that! All because he wanted to find out if the sister he still hated was alright. This wasn't worth it.
Andrew took two steps away from the table, fully prepared to storm off and buy his next airplane ticket. He'd go somewhere in Africa, or India, or Australia; anywhere that wasn't here, where this girl and the rest of his past couldn't find him. He needed to keep running. However, her words brought him up short and made him pause. He should keep walking and forget about this; he knew that. But, he couldn't leave. She hadn't really done anything, afterall, though his mind kept telling him that she would do the exact same things Ember had done. Weren't they friends, afterall? How simlilar were they? One thing was for sure, his sister wouldn't have apologized like that. Already, the two blondes were very different, though he still was hesitant to stay and put himself on the line again. He paused and took a deep breath, longing once again for a cigarrette as he ran an agitated hand through his hair. From the sound of it, this girl didn't know anything, anyways. He should keep walking.
Instead, he slowly turned around gripped the back of the chair, not meeting her eyes. "No, it's my fault. I'm sorry for... that," he sighed, waving his hand casually, but still not taking his seat again. "I left New York to get away from it, from her, and I just can't deal with it here. This 'trip' is supposed to be sister-free," he said. From the way he said trip, it was clear that this was no vacation. If he'd had it his way, this would be lasting a lifetime, though he was sure his money would run out by then or someone would find him, just like this girl had.
Reluctantly, he sat back down, ram-rod straight and stiff. "So, you know my name, but I don't know yours," he said, looking into her eyes once more as he fought to keep himself from running away from yet another problem of his.
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TAG: Miss Rina!
LOCATION: Somewhere in Europe... XD
WORDS: 459!
MUSIC: "Not Ready to Make Nice" by Dixie Chicks
NOTES: <3 <3 <3
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Post by Sorina Elisabeta Lupescu on May 7, 2012 22:34:40 GMT -5
Rina felt like a complete fool, acting like such an ass. There hadn’t been a need for what she’d done. It had already been blatantly obvious that he had no clue what everyone around him was saying, let alone what language those words were spoken in. Rina waved away his apology. “Nu vã faceþi griji despre el,” she said, slipping into her native tongue, not meaning to mess with Andrew’s head, but probably doing just that by slipping from English, Polish and her beloved Romanian. Now that she’d been doing that for a few years, it was so easy to her and she often forgot that not everyone around her could understand what she was saying. Maddie understood the English and Romanian, naturally, but it was only a few of her other model friends that understood anything else she had learned while modelling. “Er, I mean,” she said, finally realizing she hadn’t been speaking English again. She coughed, clearing her throat, her cheeks burning. “Don’t worry about it. It’s all forgotten. My fault anyway, really,” she said, adding in the last bit.
“I know it doesn’t really help, but the last time I saw her, she looked okay,” she said with a shrug. Honestly, what the hell had happened back in New York?! She didn’t want to ask Ember back there and she really didn’t want to ask Andrew now when it clearly made him distraught. Rina shook her head, sighing at her own stupidity. She shouldn’t have opened her mouth in the first place. “Have a cigarette, would you? All the stress is making me want a drink and I can’t get one here,” she said, waving her hand towards his pocket. If that waitress came round again, she was going to ask directions to the nearest pub and down a shot or two of something strong.
She only sat when he did, letting out a breath of relief, her shoes were fashionable and she could run in them. But these were cobblestone streets and running in heels wasn’t an intelligent idea. She was still nervous that he would get up again, after she’d put her foot in her mouth again. She laughed, “Don’t get too excited, that’s nearly everything I know,” she said, keeping a smile on her face. “And, it’s Sorina. Rina if it’s easier,” she added automatically since it seemed so much easier for others to say Rina as odd as that seemed since her name wasn’t that hard to pronounce in the first place. As the waitress passed their table again, Rina signalled for two more coffees before turning her attention back to the runaway man before her, trying to gauge his reaction to the things she did or said.
Tag|| Andrew!
Words|| 455
Location|| Krakow, Poland xD <3 <3 <3
Clothes|| Close Enough to Touch
Music|| Possibilities by Freddie Stroma
Notes|| Dx <3 <3 <3 |
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