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Escape; [ci: Aiden || iso: Valentina]
Topic Started: May 15 2010, 12:42 AM (200 Views)
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Date/Time: Tuesday, Winter 24th, 07 || 11:30am.
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He couldn't keep up this pace. He just couldn't. Aiden closed his eyes with a soft sigh as he leaned against the table, raking his hand through his hair. There had been a massive influx of customers lately at the spa, if only due to the fact that many couples were giving each other gifts from there for Christmas and many decided to redeem them early. He supposed that he could respect that, but given that Deidre still had yet to have any luck with hiring others to work at the spa, he was doing twice the amount of work that he should be. While he knew it would slow down once this week passed, he was absolutely exhausted. Pushing further still seemed...sickening, in its own way. And would he get a raise or something? No, of course not. Aiden huffed out a sigh, opening his eyes only when a waitress arrived to ask if he was ready to order. "Give me a moment more," he said softly, looking up at her so harshly that he knew the woman would happily turn and run back to the kitchen just to get away from him. Fair enough. Perhaps his red eyes were good for something, then.

Was he even planning on ordering anything? He doubted it. He wasn't hurting for cash, but he had plans. He had things to purchase, things to worry about in the future. And perhaps a woman to romance if he ever got his head on straight. His eyes closed again, this time completely willingly. Naomi. Her name was still sweet in his mind and even sweeter on his tongue. She had no idea that he still found her incredibly fascinating, of course. After the episode with the cookies, he'd been reluctant to approach her again for more than a quick conversation, and asking her out on a date seemed absolutely foolish. She'd turn him down in an instant, he just knew it. He wasn't exactly the most desirable man out there.

He reached up, rolling a few locks of hair through his fingers. Black and smooth, just as Naomi's seemed. Nearly as long as hers in many respects as well. She probably saw him as some bizarre little feminine man who was creepy and weird and liked to dress in strange ways. His hand curled into a fist and he dropped it onto the table with an audible thud as he drew out another long sigh. How was he supposed to get her to develop an interest in him if he was...well, himself? She didn't seem like the type of woman who would enjoy coming to his heavy metal concerts or out to his parties. She seemed more cultured than that, softer and more feminine and more sincere. Then again, wasn't that what he wanted? Of course it was.

...but what did she want?

"Are you ready, si-"

"I said wait!" Aiden snapped at the waitress, not realizing he'd raised his voice nearly to shout until he noticed that everyone was staring at him as the waitress bustled quickly away. He glared at each in turn before returning to staring at the menu without actually looking at it.
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Valentina could not believe it. It was the day before Christmas. Time flew fast. Tomorrow it would be Christmas, then New Years day. Spring would come soon. She could not wait to get out of these wooly clothes and into some light clothes that she felt comfortable. She saw many people running around in Obsidian, doing some last minute Christmas shopping.
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She liked Christmas back home. Her dad would surprise her each Christmas day with cute gifts and her family would get something from her dad’s family in Japan. It would be different now that Valentina lived by herself, but she wondered; what if they sent her gifts here? She would be very excited.
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She entered the café for some breakfast, since she could not cook a decent meal (plus the minor ingredients). She was looking for a seat until someone caught her eye.
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Red cloak, black shirt, and long black hair. Where did she see this man before? Then it came to her. It was Aiden, the man who gave her that soothing (and a bit painful) massage a few weeks ago. Shouldn’t he be working at this hour? Maybe he was on a break, but Valentina doubted that since it was still morning. She decided to walk over and say hi.
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“Hello Aiden!” She said with a wave. “It’s been a while since we’ve seen each other. Um… do you mind if I sit down?” She asked. She thought he would say no since he looked a bit mean, but she would have to wait and see.



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He'd barely relaxed and prepared to order his lunch, as he still had to get back to the spa rather quickly, when he heard a cheery voice. Good Goddess, he thought, gritting his teeth behind his closed lips and closed his eyes yet again, drawing in a deep and quiet breath as he did so. Let me be steadied. Let me not hurt anyone. Not today. Who in the world would be stumbling over to him to greet him after he'd just frightened half of the patrons of this cafe anyway? The waitress stared at him quizzically and full of a bit of fright from where she lingered near the kitchen, he saw once he opened his eyes again, and released his breath in another deep sigh. He attempted to convey to the waitress that all was well, that she could approach, but with his sternly his face was still drawn it only served to send her scurrying into the kitchen once again.

I antagonize people, he mused, turning that phrase over in his head as he looked up at the woman who spoke to him. He'd purposely let those few moments of silence extend through the air in case she wished to find a better offer elsewhere. Apparently not. He studied her face for a few silent moments more, wondering how in the Goddess's name she knew who he was, before an image swam before his mind's eye. "I gave you a massage," he said softly, it not being so much a question as a statement. That was strange. If that was all it took to have a young woman have dinner with him, he'd march right over to Naomi's apartment later and give her the most mind blowing massage of her entire life.

The girl was still there. Huh. He supposed she was serious about eating with him, then.

Aiden flicked his long, slender hand toward the chair across from him. "Be my guest," he intoned, immediately looking down toward the menu. "I won't be here long. I'm only here for my lunch break. But you are welcome to sit until then." Only fair to let the young woman know the truth. He wasn't quite in the mood for conversation right now, not with anyone. He had a feeling that even if his bandmates pranced into the cafe he would turn them away. However, she'd asked. he wasn't cold enough to turn her away just because he was mildly uncomfortable with being in anyone's presence right now.

The waitress magically materialized beside the table right then, as if she saw that it was safe for her to approach now that Aiden had a young woman with him. Either that, or perhaps she was considering calling the authorities in order to protect the young woman from his wrath. Good heavens, he couldn't even remember the purple-haired girl's name. Strange, that. "I'll have the turkey sandwich."

"Sir, that's not served until noon."

Silence. Aiden blinked before turning his head very slowly to regard the woman beside him, arching his brow as he did so. "Ma'am, it is 11:55. By the time you return to the kitchen, it will bloody well be noon. One turkey sandwich, please." The waitress stared at him with wide eyes before she immediately fell into writing it down. Aiden gestured to the girl across from him then as he folded his menu and nudged it away. "Order away. And please oblige me with your name. I rarely remember the names of my customers. Less messy that way, you see."
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Aiden finally said yes, after a long pause, but he noted that he would not be here long. Valentina sat down across from him. She felt a bit intimidated by his irritableness when he wanted the turkey sandwich since it was almost noon. She looked down on her hands until she looked up when he told her to order.
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He also asked for her name, as he couldn’t remember. “I’m Valentina Suzuki. Don’t forget it, okay? And I’ll have the Chicken Sandwich.” She wondered if something happened to him that made him get up on the wrong side of bed. The waitress hurried back into the kitchen to make their orders.
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“So… how are things for you?” She asked awkwardly. She didn’t want to look at him since his red eyes scared her half to death.



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Great job, hero. Now she's afraid of you. Aiden took one glance up at the girl who was attempting to hide from his gaze and huffed out a sigh, waving the waitress back. "Two waters. And a hot fudge brownie in a few minutes." Hmph. He'd bribe her not to be scared of him, then. He turned his gaze back to the purple-haired girl, who introduced herself as Valentina Suzuki, and nodded gently. "I shall try my hardest not to," he said softly and dryly, as if an eye roll should accompany it, before he folded his long hands against the table and leaned forward. Slouching. That was always good for stress, right? "It is...generally uncomfortable to know a patron's name when they arrive at the spa, especially if she is a woman. You cannot fault me for forgetting it soon after." And it was true. While Aiden was quite in control of his libido and other such things that served to distract most men these days, there was still little he could do when he was running his hands over a woman's naked back. Subtracting the familiarity made it all the easier to turn it into something clinical and less distracting, after all.

When she asked how things were for him, he snorted softly and rolled his eyes. "About as well as can be expected during the holiday season at a spa. It will only be growing worse from here." If only he could deflate, he would. The table looked quite comfortable, after all. It was a shame that he wouldn't get a break for the holiday season, but, then again, he didn't exactly have anyone to spend it with. He might as well work and save Deidre the trouble, as he'd informed her of. He was sure she'd appreciate the day off much better, after all. "Every husband decided that the perfect gift for his wife would be a massage. I'll be developing arthritis shortly." With a glance down at his hands, he curled them in on each other, overlapping his fingers as he did so. Eh. He supposed they were doing just fine, given the circumstances. His mind drifted to one of his previous bandmates, Rick, who would be in absolute heaven if he had Aiden's job. Touching almost naked women freely and getting paid for it? Ah. Aiden shook his head. If he was a more cruel man, he would be thankful that Rick was hit by that truck.

He glanced up at Valentine again, nudging his bangs away from his eyes as he did so. "Forgive me. How are things for you? Are you in school, or...?" He didn't know anything about the girl, and while he would be keeping it that way if they were in the spa he figured that there was really no harm in making conversation. This would be a very long half hour otherwise. The waitress delivered the waters then, and Aiden took one and sipped it while offering the other to Valentina. "I apologize. I did not know what you might like, but I thought I might as well have one for you also." Finally he managed to lean back a bit in his chair, coaxing his shoulders to lay a little lower. Tension wasn't good for him right now. He might as well relax for the short amount of time that he had left.
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“It’s good, we’re pretty much on break until the New Year. It’s almost Christmas, can you believe it?” She couldn’t wait. Too bad, she couldn’t spend it with her family. However, she knew that they would send her gifts from Nevada. At least she would spend it with Colin. If only they had a Christmas tree, Valentina’s Christmas would e much better here.
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“It’s okay; I pretty much like anything except candy and muffins. Too much is bad for my teeth ya know? And don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll get through with the spa today. As for me… I don’t have any plans for today or tomorrow…”
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She was a little sad whenever she said that, for it made her a bit lonely. But she stood strong and she could think of other ways to spend Christmas. With or without friends.

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Well, she seemed to bounce back quickly, now didn't she? Suddenly she was quite chipper again and more than willing to chat about every little thing, it seemed. Fair enough. It'd be a little difficult to constantly relate to her, then, but he supposed that he could roll with it easily if he tried. The waitress delivered their sandwiches while Valentina was in the process of talking, and he nodded studiously in all of the correct moments of silence even as he took a few bites of his turkey sandwich. Delicious. He almost felt bad for carrying a bit of an attitude earlier. Indeed, the girl still seemed rather uncomfortable being in his presence, as she eyed him even as she scurried away and into the kitchen once again in terror.

"Plans with others are not always necessary, I assure you," Aiden stated as he plucked up a piece of turkey that escaped from its confines of bread. He shook it lightly at Valentina, as if making a point. "It may be Christmas, but it can be celebrated just as well alone as any other holiday may." He was quite used to spending such festive occasions alone. While in college, he was one of the few students to stay on campus for Christmas Break. Even his bandmates, who generally muttered angrily about their families and everything that they put them through, went home and came back a few pounds heavier from delicious homecooked meals. Well. Aiden had never needed any of that, and his family had understood that he had not the funds to travel back home. In those short years, he learned to love having a sense of antisocialness, especially with everything that happened with Timmy. By his senior year, he was the only one who would lounge around in his apartment, even while the other members of his band ran off to those loud and boisterous parties and relished in the debauchery going on there. Hmph. No more of that for him.

Then again, he supposed that Valentina may be of that same sort of breed that his bandmates were, especially such social creatures as Joel. He didn't know nearly enough about her to know exactly how she was, but he supposed he might as well take a chance on it. "If you are that worried about being alone for Christmas, then I know that the Mayor is hosting a great shebang at his manor." And he shrugged, taking another sip of his water as he returned to his food. "Better than nothing, aye?" At least she couldn't complain any longer about not having plans. Beggars couldn't be choosers, after all, and that he was sure of.
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Oh, a Christmas party! Now she would not have to be lonely after all. She had to remember to mark it down somewhere, so she did not forget. It would have been better if she could just go back to Nevada to see her Mom and Dad again, but she needed the money, which she did not have now. Oh, joy.
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“Thanks for bringing that out,” she replied to him, before taking a bite from her chicken sandwich. “It’d be really nice if I could see my family again; my dad would probably be still making more Christmas rock songs.” She had laughed when she said that. Then a question came to mind.
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“You look like a rock star; are you one?” She asked Aiden, curious as to what he used to be back in his home.

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Oh, good, she didn't snap at him. She looked girly enough that Aiden expected she'd be offended at his dull tone of voice, thinking he was insulting her or pushing her or some such thing. He gave a little shrug as she thanked him for the reminder and took a bite of his sandwich again instead of commenting. He only had around fifteen minutes left before Deidre would begin growing concerned, and thus there was less time for talking and more time for eating. However, he couldn't really dodge it when she asked if he was a rock star.

Star. Huh. Well, not really. Rock? Not nearly. Aiden resisted the urge to smirk slightly as he chewed his sandwich and shook his head, setting it down as he reached for his water and swallowed. "Not hardly." He took a sip, desperate to keep dehydration away at work so that he didn't randomly pass out face first into a customer's naked back. Wow. Imagine the lawsuit for that. A very small smirk came to his lips before he could hold it back and she shook his head, shoving the image away before it could make him laugh. Instead, he began swirling his water around in his glass, the ice clinking against the sides as he did so. "Not a star, especially. Though I was in a small band back home in college." Well, it was one of his favorite subjects. He might as well talk about it and head off any other questions she might have at the pass, even if it might keep him from savoring the deliciousness of his turkey sandwich.

"We played metal, mostly of the screaming variety. Mostly a cover band, putting our spin on a few popular favorites of the crowd and tweaking the lesser known ones." He shrugged, taking a small bite and nearly swallowing it without chewing. "Didn't have enough time together to create many originals, you know, much to the shame and chagrin of our guitarist. He had so many musical ideas, but he just...couldn't get them out on paper." Oh, Timmy. He didn't think it would be prudent to mention the fact that it was because of Timmy's great frustrations with life and what not. His thoughts were always spinning around so desperately in his head, always distracting him from the music he'd hope to write. One day, Timmy, you'll figure it out. I promise. He'd said that to him once, and Timmy had nearly punched him. He'd shouted that Aiden couldn't understand what he was going through, and Aiden couldn't deny it.

He supposed his interest in his neighbor, little miss Naomi, would most definitely speak to that.

Aiden returned his attention to his sandwich, letting Valentina digest what he said and hoping he could swallow a few bites before she threw any more questions at him.
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Woah, that was awesome! Valentina felt all giddy inside and smiled at him as she continued to eat her sandwich, and then took a sip of her water. She loved rock music, especially metal and Visual Kei. Thanks to her father, former singer and guitarist of Astral Vision, she really wanted to become singer, and do write her own songs. She would do pop and a little bit of rock to be popular.
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She would have to call her father for some tips. “That’s cool! I hope to become a singer myself, just like my dad. He used to be in a band called Astral Vision back in Japan, everybody there loved him. After he married my mom, he decided to settle down and move to Nevada.” She wished she could live in Japan, but she knew her father’s fans still craved for him, so she could at least understand why they had to move to Nevada.

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Aiden nodded unhelpfully, mostly due to the fact that he had absolutely no idea what that band was. He'd never even heard the name, actually, and he wasn't going to pretend that he had. The only foreign bands he followed were from such places as Norway, Finland and Germany, being of the darker black metal variety that often led treks to burn Christian churches to the ground and terrorize all of the Christians that they could. While he didn't agree with their way of life and their pursuits, he still cared to follow their music. It was just the touch he needed when he was fueled with anger and shaking from it, needed some way to let it out. Just pop one of their CDs into his stereo and scream and mosh along in his apartment, and all was slowly better. He wondered not for the first time what Naomi must think when his apartment started shaking and music blared from within and if he was disturbing her any time that he needed to do that. Perhaps he should go across and apologize to her? It'd certainly give him a chance to see her, right?

Oh, stop acting like a schoolboy, his thoughts chided him. Sure, he had a little crush here, but that didn't mean he needed to be open and flamboyant about it. If anything, he should be careful to feel as little as possible, since his crushes generally got out of hand very quickly and led to harder-to-destroy and full-of-angst infatuations. Imagine how that might work if Naomi found out. God, she'd probably just laugh at him, toss her lovely long hair over her shoulder, and run off to find a man actually worthy of her attentions. Oh God, don't let the angst start now. Shut up and distract yourself. And thus he did, devouring his sandwich and gulping down his water as Valentina finished her sentence. What would be best to distract him? Work, of course. Yes, he should definitely be getting back to that, shouldn't he? He glanced up toward the clock and noticed the minutes ticking down, after all. "If you want to sing, sing," he said softly, watching as the waitress moved toward them with the hot fudge brownie he'd ordered earlier as well. "Don't wait. Just find opportunities for it, and do it. You'll regret it if you wait."

The instant that the waitress plopped down the plate in front of him, he offered her the money for the meal and then pushed the brownie toward Valentina. "Consider it a peace offering for my earlier attitude," he murmured, nodding to her as he stood to his feet and adjusted his cloak around him. "I must be returning to the spa for the rest of the day. Thank you for sharing your lunch with me, Valentina. It was most enjoyable." He bowed his head lightly in farewell and started toward the door, throwing a few words over his shoulder as he did so. "Have a wonderful rest of the day." The waitress quickly dived out of his way, as if she feared that he'd be coming after her to yell at her some more, and he paused for only a moment to give her a small bow and a murmured apology before he exited the cafe and headed toward the spa again.
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