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| Wouldn't it be Loverly?; Helena // Rosealye | |
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| Ammy | Feb 23 2011, 05:07 PM Post #1 |
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[dohtml] <br><br> <table border="0" align=center height="400" width="500" background="http://i816.photobucket.com/albums/zz86/MlleAmmy/Misc/helenatable.png"> <tr> <td> <div style="position:relative; width:220px; height:340px; right:2px; left:20px; top:10px; bottom:-7px; overflow:auto; padding:2px;"> <span style='font-size:10pt;line-height:100%'> [align=right] <br>Spring 21st, Year 09<br> around 11:00 a.m.<br> | outfit | mood: pleased[/align]<br><br> This was the second time in the past week Helena had dined at the Fluorite Cafe, but this time she could safely say she was feeling a mite more confident about the trip. An invitation for tea, from none other than Mrs. Allen. She had not the pleasure of meeting with the fellow Englishwoman since Christmas, and Helena had to confess she missed her company. There were few women she could say she could converse easily with. Often they were so soft-spoken, or too brazen in their manners, young women these days seemed capable of being both strong-willed and polite. So meeting Rosealye, who was polite and agreeable enough, was a breath of fresh air.<br><br> Or perhaps I am too harsh on my own sex, Helena thought as she locked the door to her apartment with an audible click! She alighted down the stairs, thinking back upon Rosalina, whom despite her dedication to her son, constantly seemed one step away from a breakdown. Being around a woman as high-strung as her near constantly, well...<br><br> Let’s just say she was looking forward to an afternoon with a woman who seemed wholly stable.<br><br> Her legs carried her quickly across the island, a briskness to her pace that matched the cool weather. A breeze flapped at the hem of her dress, but otherwise the day was quite agreeable. Winter had been long, and eventful as far as winters went, though frankly she was merely glad she could wear sundresses again. Soon enough the doors of the Fluorite was in her sights, and the prospect of the day coupled with the fine weather caused Helena’s lips to lift into a smile.<br><br> She scaled the few steps of the cafe’s porch, smoothing her dress down around her hips before she opened the door. Immediately she was reminded of her date not three days ago with Mister Kei, these thoughts quickly pushed aside for a more pleasant memory, that being anything short of being shot in the back. Shaking her head, Helena took a quick glance around the premises. Deciding that Mrs. Allen had not yet arrived, she sat beside one of the cafe’s large windows, chair turned so she could better look out at the waterfall not so far from the building.<br><br> Tardiness would not affect her mood. Besides, it seemed she always arrived early, and she was feeling too glad to allow a few minutes of sitting alone to put her off. </span> </div> </td> </tr> </table> [/doHTML] |
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| BwavoBunny | Mar 1 2011, 06:21 PM Post #2 |
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It was going to be a very good day; Rose could feel it. It had been ages since she had 'hung out' with another woman. She didn't count Jewel since she was her boss, and someone she hadn't chosen to grow attached to. Helena though was absolutely delightful, making Rose's preparation for the day all the more chipper. Kissing her husband and Irene goodbye, she headed off to the cafe with an extra bounce in her walk. She had dressed in a yellow blouse with dark jeans and a nice pair of boots; Clint was rubbing off on her. Seeing the cafe, she smiled and headed in. Looking around, she spotted Helena sitting at a table beside the window. Smiling she walked towards her, "Good morning, Ms. Tuddenham. Sorry if I kept you waiting." Rose slid into the seat in front of her, "How are you doing? Have you ordered yet?" She was a bit jittery with excitement. How embarrassing...excited just to have a friend. |
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| Ammy | Mar 4 2011, 01:55 AM Post #3 |
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[dohtml] <br><br> <table border="0" align=center height="400" width="500" background="http://i816.photobucket.com/albums/zz86/MlleAmmy/Misc/helenatable.png"> <tr> <td> <div style="position:relative; width:220px; height:340px; right:2px; left:20px; top:10px; bottom:-7px; overflow:auto; padding:2px;"> <span style='font-size:10pt;line-height:100%'> [align=right] <br>Spring 21st, Year 09<br> around 11:00 a.m.<br> | outfit | mood: pleased[/align]<br><br> Helena grasped the dangling silver necklace, squeezing it lightly as she waited. The small piece of jewellery represented a lot to her. Her faith, her beliefs, her history. Her mother had given it to her when she was fifteen, a gift for her birthday. Her mother had one of her own that she used to nick when it was left on the counter. If she had it her way, it would never leave her neck. Even when it was not on apparently display, she had it tucked away under her clothes. Her mother would always say she had all the luck in the world when she wore it, words that Helena had apparently taken to heart. Certainly nothing awful had happened while she had worn it, so she was inclined to say she was right.<br><br> She observed the gems within the cross for a few minutes, the way they caught the late morning light. The chair across from her scraped against the floor, Helena looked up from her musing to meet a familiar pair of eyes. Her lips lifted into a wide grin. “Ms. Allen! Good morning.” She gestured to the chair, “do have a seat.” She shifted forward in her seat, taking a menu.<br><br> “I have not, but I’m quite boring—I tend to get the same sort of thing.” As if to prove her point, she perused the menu for only a moment until she set it down. Turkey sandwich, with lemonade. That sounded like the perfect combination at the moment. Still smiling , she crossed her legs, hands folded in her lap. “I’ve been doing... well. It’s been a busy couple of weeks, but it’s a little calmer now.”<br><br> Or so she hoped, anyway. “How have you been? Hopefully your new year has been a little calmer than mine.” She quirked her brow, observing Rosealye over the table. </span> </div> </td> </tr> </table> [/doHTML] |
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| BwavoBunny | Mar 13 2011, 04:46 AM Post #4 |
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“I have not, but I’m quite boring—I tend to get the same sort of thing.” Chuckling, Rose shook her head, "That's not boring; simply means you know what you like. I think life would be too hectic if we never repeated." Glancing at the menu herself, she couldn't quite think of what she wanted. Maybe a soup...or a sandwich... “I’ve been doing... well. It’s been a busy couple of weeks, but it’s a little calmer now.” Glancing up, she leaned forward a bit, "Oh dear, I hope it hasn't been crime that's had you busy." If there had been an ourburst of crime, Rose figured she would have heard about it; the town was much to small for it not to. Leaning back she smiled, "My year has been fairly good so far...I accidentally punched my husband in the nose though..." Dropping her eyes, she blushed, a bit surprised she actually mentioned it. Looking up again, she laughed, shaking away her embarrassment, "But otherwise it's been rather uneventful." |
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| Ammy | Mar 17 2011, 01:01 AM Post #5 |
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[dohtml] <br><br> <table border="0" align=center height="400" width="500" background="http://i816.photobucket.com/albums/zz86/MlleAmmy/Misc/helenatable.png"> <tr> <td> <div style="position:relative; width:220px; height:340px; right:2px; left:20px; top:10px; bottom:-7px; overflow:auto; padding:2px;"> <span style='font-size:10pt;line-height:100%'> [align=right] <br>Spring 21st, Year 09<br> around 11:00 a.m.<br> | outfit | mood: amused[/align]<br><br> “I suppose that much is true,” Helena said, tilting her head to one side in thought. “Though when it comes to my taste in food and drink I’ve never been an adventurous sort.” Her mother would say that all the time, she was just so picky. Food had to be prepared a certain way; else she might turn her nose up at it. Yet at the same time she could hardly cook anything more complicated than cheese on toast, not without risking burning down the whole apartment complex. God knows I’ve caused them enough trouble with my talent for breaking keys. she thought, rubbing her chin. She looked back to Rose, about to speak when a waitress approached their table, notepad in hand.<br><br> “You ladies know what you want?” she asked, brandishing her pen and putting it to paper, looking between the two women for one of them to speak up.<br><br> With one quick glance at the menu to review her choice, Helena cleared her throat. “I’ll have the turkey sandwich and some lemonade, please.” Then paused, and added, “No mayonnaise as well... please.” The waitress nodded affirmatively, then looked to Rose. She took a moment to jot down the redhead’s order before leaving the women to themselves.<br><br> “Emmm...” she began, trying to get back on her train of thought before the waitress had come. “Oh, right. Em. Yes, actually, I’m sure you heard about some of it.” Namely the murder, though that had nearly been a season ago. Thankfully, other than that it had been quiet, but a murder was a lot of work.<br><br> Helena blinked, snorting loudly into her hand in a desperate attempt to stifle her laughter. “You punched your husband... in the face?” That was either awful or the best thing she had heard all day. When she at last felt ready to remove her hand from her lips, she was still grinning from ear to ear, hoping this all didn’t come off as rude. “How on Earth did you manage that?” <br><br> {{OOC: I hope it's okay I assumed the waitress took Rose's order. xD If not, i can edit.}} </span> </div> </td> </tr> </table> [/doHTML] |
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