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| Ammy | Jul 21 2010, 02:21 PM Post #1 |
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| Midnight Sleeper ♪ | Jul 22 2010, 02:32 AM Post #2 |
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“Working at the mayor’s house…yay. Thanks a lot, daddy-o.” Shaking his head as he continues to walk down the road with a duffel bag in hand, the would-be-repairman, also known to civilization as Bucky Kavaledge, actually cheers up ever so slightly as he notices the aforementioned building in the not too far distance. The simple fact of going to fix something isn’t what has the black haired youth in a foul mood. Rather, it is the fact that it’s the mayor himself. The big cheese. The one guy on the island that you definitely don’t want to be on the wrong side of. ”Alright, Bucky! This is gonna be simple! Go in, say hi to the old coot, fix the window, go home.” Bucky thinks to himself as he continues to walk along. ”Make sure that you go and do a good job, don’t let dad down…especially since he volunteered you for this one….thanks a lot for that again, dad. At least he got a good idea of what the fix would be from talking to the mayor. Shouldn’t have to run off to get supplies or anything…” The scowl still etched on his face, the youth stops at the door and takes a moment to compose himself. After all, it wouldn’t do for his dad’s (and to a lesser extent, his own) career if he were to walk in there looking irked to high heaven at the world. Although he isn’t sure why he’s sporting the annoyed look when the emotion running through his veins is still mostly nervousness. Maybe a defense mechanism as looking angry is more ‘macho’ than looking scared. Ah, no matter. Student, rancher, handyman…nope. Not seeing ‘psychiatrist’ in that list anywhere. Now wearing a smile on his face, Bucky slowly opens the door. Taking a brief moment to adjust his eyes due to the sudden lack of sunlight, Bucky looks around, hoping to catch a look at his little repair job for the day. Granted, he probably could have done it before walking in, but the mayor might think him to be a peeping tom or something, which while amusing, would certainly not do anybody any favors whatsoever. Hell, with the police force seemingly growing by the season, he’d probably be getting a firsthand look at Obsidian’s judiciary system if he tried to pull that. With his mission remaining quite unaccomplished after his initial scan, Bucky opts to look for the secretary. Old, cranky, probably underpaid and disgruntled. Shouldn’t be too hard to find, right? Turning his head ever so slightly, Bucky notices the secretary’s desk. Although, what he finds there isn’t what he had in mind at all. Instead of old, cranky, and the like, he’s noticing young and pretty. And great hair. Even though it’s rude, Bucky finds himself staring at it, wondering if she had to do anything to get it to have that particular shape or if it more or less does it on it’s own like his own mane does. Well, at least she seems to be reading over paperwork still. Standing there quietly looking at someone for a few moments would probably rate up there pretty high on the creep-o-meter. Figuring that it’d probably be good to let her know that he’s there, the teen finally speaks up. “Um…hiya!” Bucky starts off, a true maneuver of creative speaking. “I guess I’m here to fix a door…glass…window! Yeah, that’s what it is! Sorry for getting tongue tied there. I kind of got recruited for this at the last moment and all. You ARE the secretary, right? Sorry for asking, but I was expecting someone old and not my age…um, though I‘m sure you do an awesome job though!” ”Real smooth, Kavaledge. Note to self: Work on a cooler first impression.” |
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| Ammy | Jul 22 2010, 08:53 PM Post #3 |
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| Midnight Sleeper ♪ | Jul 24 2010, 04:18 AM Post #4 |
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”Geez, Bucky. You want to save some speaking for the rest of the class?” Feeling a slight twinge of guilt over his long windedness, Bucky finds himself feeling quite relieved over the simple fact that it either went over the young woman’s head or rather more likely, that she had picked up on his rambling and decided to roll with it. Either way, it’s all good for the spiky haired youth. The simple fact that she is now smiling instead of, oh say, rolling her eyes, is definitely a good sign. ”Yeah, that’s me.” Bucky nods in response, still surprised to find somebody so young working a job like hers. ”And you bet I do an awesome job.” Well, at least she’s confident. Definitely a nice trait for people to have. A pity that all too often it is perceived as arrogance. Considering the fact that this woman currently isn’t delving into all sorts of tales of secretarial heroism and awesomeness, Bucky is pretty sure that it’s simply confidence in this case. ”Chris Heikki, nice to meet you.” Oh. Now this certainly won’t do. What a terrible move on Bucky’s part! In his whole mini ramble about fixing stuff and young secretaries and the like, he had forgotten the most important aspect. Namely, a name. His name, to be more precise. How terribly rude of him to do that to anybody, let alone a lady! Mentally kicking the stuffing out of himself, Bucky remains calm on the outside, grinning and extending his hand as a means of rectifying this problem. “Bucky Kavaledge! And I must say that it is very awesome to make your acquaintance, Chris!” Well, there we are. Social faux pas fixed in a jiffy. No harm, no foul. Everything right in the little personal world of Bucky Kavaledge, the young man’s gaze follows along with Chris’ to see what the whole purpose of his little visit is. Well, shoot. No wonder Bucky hadn’t noticed anything wrong with any of the windows. He simply wasn’t looking high enough. Well, no problem, right? Climb right on up there, take the window out, tarp it off so no crazy birds fly in to unleash hell or anything, replace the broken portion, fasten it back in, do a good enough job and maybe go grab a bite to eat with the cute secretary. Obviously, this is a rough sketch of the plan for the day, but a good starting point at any rate. Chuckling to himself, Bucky turns his attention back to Chris, grin etched on his face. “Well, no trouble, Chris! This shouldn’t be too terrible of a fix to make!” Bucky happily chirps, smiling to himself he notices a ladder nearby. Certainly saves him the trouble of having to go and rummage through the estate to find one. “I’ll have this fixed up in no time, so don’t worry your pretty little head about it! …Speaking of which, I dig the hairstyle.” Being one that has naturally spiky hair for whatever odd reason, Bucky finds himself enjoying rather unique hair on other people as well, whether it be a unique color, a unique shape, or a combination of the two. But alas, considering that he’s here to, you know, actually work, it might be a good idea to save the hair gazing for after when he gets done with his job. Giving the girl with the awesome hair a thumbs up, Bucky strolls across the room to the ladder, ready to get this little show on the road. |
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| Ammy | Jul 25 2010, 05:47 AM Post #5 |
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| Midnight Sleeper ♪ | Aug 3 2010, 03:16 AM Post #6 |
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”It’s very awesome to make your acquaintance as well.” Grin growing ever so slightly at Chris’ response to his introduction, Bucky finds himself feeling a great bit of relief in her words. With his outgoing personality and his tendency to come on a little strong, it’s always a question mark as to what is going to happen when Bucky goes and introduces himself. Some people are polite and introduce themselves back; others look on like he has some sort of brain damage or the like; whereas only a select few have given any form of a positive response like Chris had. Always a nice change of pace, that. After the handshake, Bucky watches on as Chris’ gaze finds it’s way to the reason for his being here. Namely, a busted window. Nothing too terrible at all, but definitely something that needs to be addressed, especially with it getting hotter out this coming season. Not much sense pumping cold air into the building only to let it escape through a busted up window, right? Looking at the damage, Bucky, much like Chris, isn’t quite sure what to think about what item might have been the culprit. Bigger than a pebble, smaller than a park bench would be a good place to start guessing, at any rate. No matter! This shouldn’t take too terribly long. Kind of a shame, really. Would be nice to get to know Chris a little better… Shaking the thought out of his head for the time being, Bucky manages to put business before pleasure as he puts the ladder up against the wall. Awfully kind that Chris offered to help. Granted, there isn’t too much Bucky can think of that he can use her help with, but at the very least, she could hold the ladder or something. Taking a fall onto a hard floor really doesn’t sound too pleasant, especially doing such an act in front of a female. ”So how long do you think this will take, anyway?” ”Probably not as long as I would like.” Bucky thinks to himself with a mental grin. Probably a good idea that one didn’t come along out loud, especially on a first meeting. Opting to give her a more accurate answer, the black haired teen finally speaks up. “Well, Chris, I don’t think it’ll take too long.” Bucky starts with a grin. “Especially with such a lovely assistant. You didn’t have to offer it up at all, but as long as you’re offering your help, it would be rude not to accept it. For starters, I suppose that you can hold the ladder for me. If it’s any consolation, if I fall, I’ll aim for the floor, not you.” And with that, Bucky starts on his way up the ladder, slowly but surely. And carefully. Falling still sounds pretty crappy any way you slice it, so it would be an outcome that Bucky would love to avoid. Making his way to the window, the young man hums to himself as he takes a screwdriver from his pocket and begins the task of unscrewing the window from the building. Thankfully the window looks to be really light, so getting back down shouldn’t be too much of a hassle. ”Okay, Buck. So far, so good. Teach this window who is boss! …Then maybe ask the nice secretary if she wants to go to dinner. Priorities, Kavaledge. Priorities.” |
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| Ammy | Aug 6 2010, 05:38 PM Post #7 |
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| Midnight Sleeper ♪ | Aug 10 2010, 05:34 PM Post #8 |
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”Ah…good, as nice as it would be to hang out here with you all day, I get off in, like, an hour.” Mentally raising an eyebrow, Bucky kind of feels his hopes of dinner slightly sink. Then again, she had been here all day, and unless she’s doubling as a secret agent or an elite jewel thief or something, odds are that this job isn’t really action packed. Might just be the tedium of the day speaking. Might be the fact that they’ve only met speaking. Either way, better not to push his luck this time around. Then again, maybe things will go so awesome and he’ll do such a good job with the window that Chris will offer to take him out to dinner herself. Of course he’d wind up paying for it, but that probably won’t happen…bah, who cares about the future!? ”Focus on fixing the window first, Kavaledge. Odds are that keeping the girl here is only going to make her think ill of you rather than well. No problem! Kick this window’s ass! …Figuratively speaking, of course.” Humming happily to himself as he takes out a couple more screws, Bucky lightly pulls on the window to see if it will give any. Thankfully, it doesn’t seem to be jammed in there too badly. Good thing too. Pulling really hard on it would probably go and cause Bucky to take a tumble off the ladder, and knowing his luck, probably right on top of Chris, thus making him an idiot, an incompetent handyman, and a lair and failure as a man. Can’t have that . Nope, not at all. ”How’s it going up there?” “Pretty good!” Bucky replies with a grin as he finishes unscrewing the window and takes it from the wall. “Nothing to worry your pretty head about, my dear! Coming down!” Carefully coming down the ladder with the busted window in tow, Bucky feels a wave of relief wash through him as his feet touch ground. Not afraid of heights by any means, but when you’re up on a ladder, well, it’s pretty nerve wracking. Especially if you have to do something more than simply climbing the damn thing. But alas, nobody got fallen on, nobody’s hurt, window down, mission…well, roughly halfway accomplished. “Alright, then!” Bucky exclaims. “Now, the easy part. All I have to do is replace the busted portion with a new piece. Shouldn’t take too long. Just need to get the old glass out…” Of course, as he’s saying this, Bucky’s attention isn’t really so much on the window as it is on Chris. Kind, pretty, a nice figure…the rocking hair being a big bonus in the mind of the spiky haired youth. Just what is her type anyways? She’s a secretary, so maybe someone bookish and nerdy? But then again, she is rather charismatic for a secretary, so maybe a bad boy? Then again, could be something different all together. It’s hard to tell, really. Especially after a first meeting… *CRACK!* Eyes going wide, Bucky looks down to the window, which he figures was probably the cause of the shattering. And sure enough, the young man would be right on the money with that little assumption. The bad news is that it was a little abrupt, unceremonious, clumsy, take your pick of adjectives that work for ‘not going according to plan.’ But on a bright note, at least the only section that broke out was the section that he was trying to break out to begin with. Best to play it cool. “Whoops! Sorry about the noise there, Chris! Bucky replies, trying to be as cool as the other side of the pillow. “Good thing that pane had to be replaced anyways. I’ll make sure to sweep up the busted glass when I finish up, so no worries! Despite the big old burly frame here, I can be a decent housekeeper if need be, believe it or not.” “All better! Probably.” |
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| Ammy | Aug 12 2010, 04:18 AM Post #9 |
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| Midnight Sleeper ♪ | Aug 13 2010, 11:26 PM Post #10 |
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”Crap! Crap! Crap! Crap! Crappity-crap!” Despite his calmer sounding words to Chris, inside of Bucky’s mind is a different story. Mainly, the theme of the day for the teen seems to be panic While granted, he needed to take that particular part of window out, there were most certainly better ways to go about it, especially with a pretty lady nearby. Trying his damnest to calm himself down, Bucky tries to think of something to add in to break the silence. Anything, really. ”I believe you, but I think I’ve got this one. You just concentrate on that window.” Luckily enough for Bucky, Chris has been kind enough to take that annoying awkward silence and kick it right out the window…well, figuratively speaking, anyways. What the…? She’s even GRINNING? ”It looks like it’s not going down without a fight.” “Right you are, madame! And, thank you!” Granted, while he still feels plenty bad about Chris having to clean up after him, Bucky does find himself feeling better as a whole due to the calm and cheerful way she dismissed it. Definitely a good outcome. A lot more desirable than oh, say, screaming and wagging her finger at him or something like that. Although, beauty queens don’t usually do that, right? Bah, no matter! Worry about it when the job’s done. “Alright then, seeing as how that annoying broken glass has been swept away, as if by an angel…” Bucky begins with a grin at Chris. “I suppose that I can keep at it here. Just finish this up…” Bucky trails off as he takes a cloth out of the toolbox. Humming to himself, the spiky haired repairman lightly dusts the outside section of window that had it’s glass liberated to ensure that nothing keeps the glue from holding. That task done, Bucky carefully puts the glue around the small pane of glass. That inconvenience out of the way, Bucky carefully sets the piece into place in the window itself before grabbing a clamp. Considering how well the glass working has gone thus far, some care and attention to detail might be a good idea here. “…And there we go!” Bucky grins in triumph, the clamp set in place successfully. “The good news about this adhesive is that it should only take about ten minutes to set up before it doesn’t need the clamp. I should be able to go up there and get the window back in then. If all goes according to plan, I should be done at…” Bucky trails off, taking a glance at the clock. “…about a quarter till five! Should be able to get you on out of here right on time! Least I can do for you considering the little mess I made.” The mess still bugging him, Bucky decides that it’s high time to right that little wrong. Looking around, the teen’s face lights up as he finds a dustpan. Quickly rushing over, Bucky grabs the aforementioned instrument of good housekeeping and makes his return to the scene of his little glass breaking misfortune. “The least I can do while we wait is help out, considering that it was my own idiocy that caused this.” Bucky offers up with a sheepish grin. “In the meantime, if you don’t mind me asking, why a secretary? You seem to be a little too outgoing to just be a secretary, if you don’t mind me saying.” |
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| Ammy | Aug 15 2010, 12:11 AM Post #11 |
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| Midnight Sleeper ♪ | Aug 17 2010, 03:57 AM Post #12 |
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Still grinning as he holds the dustpan, inside Bucky is kicking himself as he had caught a glance at the clock again. Not good for his prospects at all, probably. Lesson learned. The next time he is sent to fix a window…maybe he should fix the window? Hopefully Chris won’t hold it against him too much. She does seem to be a rather reasonable sort, after all. The fact that she isn’t verbally chastising him right now can definitely be taken as a good sign, at any rate. ”…Uh. It pays the bills. I mean, I was strapped for cash when I moved here so I took the first job I could get my hands on.” Smiling and nodding, Bucky listens on as he holds the dustpan to the floor. Always nice to have an actual answer, rather than something along the lines of ‘mind your own business’ or ‘ask me another question and I’m going to make you eat this broom.’ But nonetheless, Bucky listens on as the pretty girl gives her answer, nodding every few moments to show that he’s listening. The one thing that made the secretary job seem really odd; something the Chris even admitted herself, was the fact that she used to be an actress. Nice, charming, good way with people as far as Bucky can tell…yeah, he can see that very easily. “No kidding?” Bucky asks with a smile on his face. “You know, there’s a theatre that me and my dad are renovating on the Mainland. Once we get that bad boy fixed up and running, you should talk with the owners about performing! Probably better than me, at any rate. Only acting I’ve done was in drama this year. Although they said I did a pretty fair Captain Hook.” Not wanting to come off as bragging, especially considering the simple fact that Chris probably has a lot more experience than him, Bucky decides to leave it at that for the time being. Both for not wanting to come off as boastful by any means, plus the fact that she doesn’t need to know about him accidentally making Peter Pan fall flat on his butt during the performance. Seeing as how the glass is now a thing of the past, Bucky moves on. This could prove to be interesting… “Um…say, Chris?” Bucky starts off, trying his damnest not to sound nervous. “I know we’ve only just met and all, but, well…you maybe wanna…I dunno. Go get coffee some time? Nah, scratch that idea. Coffee sucks out loud…dinner, maybe? Not a ‘date,’ but rather ‘hey, we’re about the same age, let’s get to know each other!’ I’d pay and everything!” Oh, if only talking to attractive females came as easy to him as athletics! Poor, poor spiky headed kid. |
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| Ammy | Aug 19 2010, 09:42 PM Post #13 |
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| Midnight Sleeper ♪ | Aug 26 2010, 03:24 AM Post #14 |
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”Really now, Bucky. Did you seriously just ask that?” Bucky smiles on the outside, though inside he’s feeling less than confident. ”You don’t ask someone out on the first meeting! It’s bad policy! Well, at the very least, Chris isn’t laughing about it…crapspackle, that means she’s probably going to retaliate with violence! Not good, not good, not good…” ”Uh…” Yeah…that isn’t good. At least it doesn’t look like she’s going to hit him at least. ”Yeah, coffee does… suck…” A good agreeing point, at least. Probably to soften the blow for the ‘no’ that is sure to come. Heck, it might even be a ‘hell no.’ Still better than a slap across the face. ”Uh, no” Rejection! Bittersweet rejection! ”that does sound cool. Are you free… maybe, the first Friday of the Summer?” “Ah, well, that’s fine. Sorry about bugging you with such a silly…” Bucky trails off, killing the autopilot switch that his brain was apparently on. “…Waitaminute…you did say ‘yes,’ didn’t you? Holy crap…um…I mean, thank you for the privilege of dining you! And yes, the first Friday in Summer sounds absolutely awesome! Awesomely awesome, really! Where at…oh! The fancy place on the Mainland! The Italian one! I know the name, but I’ll be danged if I can pronounce it right.” Well, THAT is certainly a pleasant surprise. Throwing the dice, direst of straits, and Bucky still pulls it off! Maybe it’s a pity thing…nah. From the brief time that they’ve known each other, the spiky haired teen is fairly certain that if Chris didn’t want to do something…well, she’s probably the type to let you know. Heck, the fact that she didn’t even try to come up with a blow off excuse is really promising. “Ah, this is just so exciting!” Bucky replies with a grin, picking Chris up by the waist and spinning her about the room. Chuckling and blushing, Bucky rubs the back of his neck after putting the girl with the awesome hair down. “Um…sorry about that, Chris. I’m a little on the excitable side, I guess. Hope I didn’t cross any boundaries or anything or…I’ll just…go back to fixing the window and shut up for now.” Still chucking, Bucky bows his head to Chris before turning back to his little handyman project for the day. A brief examination and the teen figures that the seal on the new window pane should hold up good enough to be put back. Thankful that it gives him a reprieve from his embarrassment, Bucky grabs the window and quickly scurries up the ladder. Humming to himself, the man sets the window back in and goes about placing the screws back in. ”There we go…almost done…show that window who’s boss! Got it!” Chuckling in triumph, Bucky stays on the ladder to take a look at his handiwork. ”Not bad, not bad at all, Buck! Pops couldn’t have done a better job if he tried! True, he probably wouldn’t have busted the old pane like I did. Wouldn’t have asked the secretary out on a date…wouldn’t have fumbled over words…but good enough! It’s a damn good job, and I even got a dinner date with a nice girl! I’m the freaking king of the world right now!” “This…is…great!” Beaming as he is overtaken by his epic success today, Bucky thinks of throwing in a manly fist pump as a sort of exclamation point. Sadly for the youth though, the only exclamation point that he makes is losing his balance and falling off of the ladder. Thankfully, the landing was slightly rough, meaning that Bucky didn’t really hurt himself and that he didn’t land on Chris. Good thing too as that would no doubt cause the day to take a sharp turn for the worse. Taking in a breath, Bucky lifts his legs and rolls on his back before kipping up to his feet. “Well, it was the fastest way down the ladder.” Bucky offers up with a chuckle, opting to play it cool. “Bottom line though, your window problem is now a thing of the past! If anybody else winds up breaking it, the easiest answer would be to break them. And then give me a holler again. But anywho, I suppose that I shall see you in a week and a half or so! Have yourself a nice rest of the day, Chris!” Smiling as he puts the ladder back in storage, Bucky smiles and nods to the pink haired beauty before making his way to the door. Now then, hopefully there’s a breeze outside. Open the door, the wind picking up, blowing his hair about. Bucky could turn his head, smile and wink, and nonchalantly walk out the door. But of course, with this awesome plan in mind, it’s safe to say that there is no breeze outside whatsoever. No wild hair blowing about, no cool factor. Oh well. There’s always that nice little dinner meeting in the not so distant future… |
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| Ammy | Aug 27 2010, 03:44 AM Post #15 |
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