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Post by Pee-Dee on Mar 2, 2012 21:13:46 GMT -5
Petunia sighs. "I wish people would stop acting like it was so special, really. It's just the proper equipment for doing something dangerous, like a hunter wearing bright orange while she stalks deer."
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Mar 2, 2012 21:49:55 GMT -5
"Oh, I can imagine that. Though to be fair, a hunter tends not to wear his gear while in the city." There's a playful little smile on his face, but it fades quickly when he hears a commotion.
He turns to look, to see what is going on, and his smile returns and even widens when he sees that the usher allowing people inside now. "Oh, marvelous." He puts the glass down, pays the bartender for both their drinks. If Petunia insists to pay for herself he will allow him to keep it as a tip. Then, he digs out his ticket from a pocket and turns to smile at the redheaded law enforcer. "I enjoyed our light conversation, miss Dahlia. I hope to catch you again after the show ends. I would love to know your thoughts on the play."
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Post by Pee-Dee on Mar 3, 2012 15:55:15 GMT -5
"Hunters don't hunt inside the city. I do ride my motorcycle." Petunia more than happily lets Arthur pay for her drinks.
"Maybe you will," she says as Arthur says he hopes to catch her after the show. She finishes her drink before she wanders into the theater to find her seat. There's a sense of something pulled in around her now, stillness where everything was animate energy before.
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Mar 3, 2012 22:02:32 GMT -5
Arthur flashes her one, last smile before he disappears into the crowd to head to his seat. But their next meeting will be far sooner then she may have suspected. Chance is funny like that, especially when one rigs it in their favor.
For when she approaches her seat, she will find that her neighbour is none other than mister Aldrin. Who in his turn plays his role well, raising an eyebrow inquisitively as she approaches. There are several seats not yet claimed by their ticket holders , and he seemingly wonders which one she will take.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Mar 3, 2012 22:30:30 GMT -5
Petunia looks at her ticket, then at the seats. She nods to herself, then slips down the aisle, ghosting past Mr. Aldrin to take the seat to his left. She settles into her seat, twists, nestles, rolls her shoulders, settles again.
She won't shift from this position for the rest of the show. It might come across as a little creepy.
She turns her head to look at Arthur. "Hello."
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Mar 3, 2012 22:40:13 GMT -5
The way she sits is a little odd, but Arthur does not comment on it as he watches her settle in. He does smile at her greeting, however. "Hello again. This is certainly an unexpected turn of events. But welcomed."
The show will start soon, but the crew is waiting for everyone to seat themselves and for the audience to quiet down.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Mar 7, 2012 20:43:58 GMT -5
Petunia nods. "Once is happenstance."
Arthur may find it worrisome if she ever completes that saying.
"So what is it you do, Mister Aldrin?"
OOC: Play starts on Petunia's next round?
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Mar 10, 2012 8:42:41 GMT -5
The million dollar question. Arthur realizes that this puts him in a rather awkward position with someone who's a law enforcer. Thankfully, Arthur has danced this dance before.
"I work for an employment agency who specializes in security. My department focuses on finding work for those who society does not welcome anymore, but who we believe still have a future, a chance for something better. We do our best to give them hope and happiness."
He chuckles softly as he turns to look at her again, but the look in his eyes is softer, regretful even. "Of course, the PR department came up with that, but honestly, I fully believe in it. I only wish others would see those who would condemn us, see the same as I do."
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Sure.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Mar 11, 2012 20:13:21 GMT -5
For some reason, Arthur's words hit her in the heart. She turns her neck to look at him, red eyes soft. "Everyone deserves a second chance. It's good of you to give them to people."
OOC: Actually, no, this conversation first.
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Mar 11, 2012 20:21:45 GMT -5
Arthur reacts with surprise, like he did not expect her to say that. Then, his smile and eyes soften as well, amber eyes looking deep into ones that are red. "There are few who genuinely believe that, miss Dahlia. I look into your eyes, and I know that you are one of them. Thank you."
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Post by Pee-Dee on Mar 11, 2012 20:26:49 GMT -5
"People who don't believe in second chances never needed them." She glances around the theater curiously, wondering if the play will start soon. No, people are still sitting themselves and chattering and the lights are up. Bah.
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Mar 11, 2012 20:35:38 GMT -5
Arthur does not miss the hidden meaning behind her words. He too glances around to watch people as they seat themselves before leaning in slightly closer. "Not many law enforcers who were given second chances. You already had my interest, miss Dahlia. Now you have my curiosity as well."
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Post by Pee-Dee on Mar 12, 2012 11:49:29 GMT -5
A searching expression crosses Petunia's face. She's looking at Arthur; he might think it is him she's searching. But no. It's the blank space of her own memories. What had she meant-
Black fury.
Careful tread and careful trap. Eyes on the prize. Await the misstep. In space, no one can hear you scream-
Red fury.
Oh. That happened.
"Not everyone who believes in second chances has needed them," she says, smiling with a flash of teeth. She's not yet ready to lie to his face.
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Mar 12, 2012 17:42:41 GMT -5
Arthur watches her closely for the briefest of moments. Then he smiles again. "Yes, of course. Shame, though. I was hoping for an interesting story." He chuckles, before the look in his eyes softens again. "It makes you even more admireable, miss Dahlia. I wish that there were more people such like you."
She is hiding something. He will enjoy prying for more information later, as he would enjoy prying open an ornate lock box, with no real care as to the damage he would inflict in doing so.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Mar 12, 2012 19:06:36 GMT -5
"Oh, I have lots of interesting stories," Petunia says brightly.
Then the lights go down, the curtains open, and all efforts to communicate with her will be utterly ignored. Her attention is riveted to the queer interpretation of"Goldilocks and the Three Bears" being performed.
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