Another Day, Another Time

[kat]

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Note
Kat will be bitter at some moments in this post.
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Kataliena woke with a start that Saturday morning as the the sunlight that was steadily seeping through her dorm room window hit her square in the face. She squinted against the light for a few seconds and then closed her green-gray eyes again tightly, taking an extra few moments of sloth before beginning her day. Jumping out of bed with surprising quickness, she headed to the bathroom to get ready while thanking the higher powers that be that it was a weekend. It had been a dreadful week- she had spent every waking moment devoted to her work. Arranging her brown locks into a low ponytail before the mirror a slow smile spread across her face- work was not on the agenda today.

Satisfied she returned to the main bedroom and began putting on her outfit- a well worn blue strapless baby doll blouse and equally dependable pair of black skinny jeans. She kicked on a pair of black shoes and grabbed her blue and grey striped jacket from it's position on her desk. Looking around the room she realized for the first time that it was empty- somehow her roommates had the jump on her and had already begun their day. Kataliena headed out and through the living room, walking quickly on her way to her destination.

She decided that morning she'd go to a cafe for some food and maybe a little shopping afterwards. She patted her clutch consciously, with the fact that she didn't really like shopping. She walked through the wet grass at a quick pace- she felt as she though she was late. Upon arriving at the cafe she entered and peered around expectantly. She spied a table for two near the window and grabbed it quickly, it was practically the only seat available. The cafe was a bit of a dive but people didn't seem to mind- there were groups and couples at every table. Kataliena sat nervously, feeling out of place by herself. Her green-gray eyes remained fixed on the door, anxiously waiting someone's arrival. Motion from the table next to her caught her eye and she turned unwillingly. A couple was sitting there and they were snogging without shame, scarcely pausing for breath.

Kat rolled her eyes and did her best to avoid looking at them. It was rather hard when they were doing it so publicly, without even a pause to stop for breath. She sighed aloud, perhaps she was bitter because she was scared of love and rejection. Resisting the urge to yell, "get a room," she sat in her seat while drumming her slim fingers on the table in front of her. As she continued to repeat the drumming and staring at the door she hoped for someone she knew to enter. She just did not want to be alone any longer, well not since she saw the couple.

[ds2k6]

Rising from his rented bed, Uriel sighed and looked out the Youth hostel window at early-morning Maseille. He hadn't seen anywhere this busy since back in London, almost 7 years ago. Throughout his time in France, he had stopped over in many places, but Marseilles had not been one of them until a few days ago. He had missed out Paris, as the idea of never-ending romance and general soppyness repulsed him. He could barely look at a couple in the street without thinking of Lucy... And what could have been if not for this abnormality of his.

He showered quickly, desperate to get out of the room and further investigate what he had come to France for. Namely, the location and name of the village his mother had been born in. According to his father, a village for people like him, or 'Tainted'. Obviously whoever thought of that name was quite the charmer. Altough, he remembered with a wince, it seemed to be accurate: Almost everything and everyone he had loved had been seperated from him because of his ability.

A few minutes later, he exited the building in his favourite black suit, with a perfectly matching black shirt open at the collar. Even though it was the weekend, the streets were still absoloutley mobbed. Shoppers, Weekend workers, and other commuters seemingly couldn't see people coming their way, and so Uriel found himself weaving between bags and suitcases, random french being flung at him whenever he clipped someones shoulder. He didn't even know were he was going: Most of his research was based on luck. Which explained his distinct lack of research, really.

Deciding that the streets were too busy to navigate right now, Uriel squeezed his way into a café. When he saw that it was almost as mobbed in here as it had been outside, he groaned. What was more, the place seemed to contain a rather large concentration of slushy couples, smooching or otherwise professing their undying love of each other and their hatred of breath mints. Allowing himself a shadow of a grin, he spotted a seat near the window. There was a young woman already sitting at the table, so he approached the seat, put a hand on it, and smiled warmly." Excuse me? Is this seat free?".

[kat]

Note
I'm towwy Raph, that it ishn't oh so good. x.x
& twankies for replying! =]
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Kataliena stopped drumming her fingers and she immediately looked up to where Uriel was. Nodding her head, she smiled a half-smile before speaking, "Yeah...go ahead." She was tempted to turn it into a joke, but she just didn't seem to be in a joking mood. Perhaps it was because of the love in the air that surrounded her. A quiet sigh escaped her lips as she began playing around with her bag. Biting her bottom lip Kat spoke up, "I'm Kataliena, by the way... But most people call me Kat."
She almost instantly wanted to ask why he was here alone, since the two of them were surrounded by...love birds.

Curiousty filled her mind but she said nothing about it, knowing that there was a chance that he had broken up with his girlfriend or whatever. Not wanting to bring any cruel memories back into play, Kat asked, "So, are you going to order anything...?" Finally being distracted, Kat began to become...unbitter. To her she thought she would never become unbitter, at least until she saw him. And by him, she meant her crush. And by crush she meant Viktor DuVont. Waiting for Uriel's reply, she began to think of Viktor.

Her eyes almost immediately turned to a misty, far-off look. Her thoughts were of the times that the two spent together. Had she not shaken her head, she knew she probably would of been remembering the times that she sort of pushed away in her mind. Having not seen him for many years, Kat's heart almost instantly began to crack again. Exhaling sharply she muttered in a semi-harsh tone, "Why must Cupid shoot an arrow through me...in a time that I need to be free..." Kat was a girl who loved mythology, which was why she normally always said such things as that.

Brushing her bangs away, her eyes automatically turned once again to the door. Sure, she knew Uriel was there but she yearned for Viktor. No guy seemed to be able to replace the sweet artist. But then again, Viktor was her first and only crush. Shocking much? No, at least not for Kataliena. She wasn't a girl who looked for men but rather just friends. She hated and feared love, because she did not understand it. Not one bit.

[ds2k6]

Uriel nodded curtly as the woman allowed him the saet, and sat on it without hesitation. Though it had only been a few hours since he had woken up, he felt relif as soon as he sat down. Obviously the strain of avoiding Marseille's weekend commuter had really taken it out of him. He looked up at the woman as she introduced herself, and nodded slowly. "Pleased to meet you, Kataliena. I'm Uriel.". He wasn't one for introductions: They always seemed a bit awkward and forced to him.

Taking his watch off, Uriel began to tap a tune out with it on the desk He always took his watch off when he stopped somewhere: He hated it leaving marks on his wrist. Sweaty and uncomfortable was no way to spend a lifetime, just for a timepiece. "Well, I was planning to have a small glass of wine. Great thing about France: They stock red everywhere.". His accent gave him away as forgien right away: The east london twang mixed with hints of middle eastern and a few french influences was difficult to place, though. "But, y'know, if you weren't planning to, I could go without...".

Casting an eye over the restaraunt, he almost vomited at the sheer number of slushy couples in the place. God, it was terrible. Surely some kind of law should be passed against such publicly displayed passion? But not in France, anyway, a country that diffrenciated between murder and killing your wife's lover. No sooner had he thought this than Kataliena began to mutter something beside him, and he couldn't stop himself turning to her and raising an eyebrow.

"Erm... Yeah, that sounds like a pisser.", he noted dryly, a faint tint of humor in his voice. As a rule, he didn't often make jokes much these days: This form of mild sarcasm was about as close as he got. 7 years spent in a forgien country, even one he could speak the language in, had been lonely: There was rarely a comrade to exchange laughs and merriment with. Even if there was, he doubted he would. Every time he began to enjoy himself, his mind cast back to that day in Lucy's flat, and he felt like crying again. Shaking himself, he looked out of the window to the people in the street. "So, you stay here?", he adressed Kataliena, without looking at her.

[kat]

[/i] What she meant by torture chamber was the fact that almost every other person was being sooo...icky. Sure, icky was a childish word, but to her it was icky.

Kat chuckled quietly she cocked her head to the side saying, "So, you want wine? I don't care, I was thinking of getting a drink as well. Probably non-alcoholic but either way a drink.“ Kat almost instantly figured he was a foreigner but she wondered from where. She did not want to seem nosy, so she said nothing about it. Her eyes snapped toward Uriel, she had not been paying much attention and well wasn’t really expecting him to pay any attention either. Her cheeks naturally had a light pink tint, but now it was turning rosier.

Her eyes turned from Uriel to the door, hoping that the door would keep her distracted. But when she heard the question, it brought her out of her gaze from the door to him. She nodded, but realized he couldn’t see she was nodding she spoke in a calm quiet tone, “Yes…I was raised here. I moved to the U.S.A. for four years ago, New York to be exact. I lived there for four years and went to Cornell University. I studied Art, Music, and Veterinary Science.” Being curious and with the fact that he had just asked her, she asked him, “And I suppose you have not lived here in Marseille for long…?”

Sure, he had a hint of a French accent but there also was a hint of a Eastern Londoner. She was definitely curious, but would she ask and appear nosy? No, she would not. She did not need to scare herself, after all she needed to train and learn how to control her powers. Well, she could control her powers to the extent of her freezing time for about an hour. But what she needed to control was how her power tended to be affected by her emotions.[/ul]

[ds2k6]

As she returned the greeting, and began to look around the restaraunt, Uriel began to survey Kataliena carefully. Not in a sexual or romantic way, just as one person would scope out another. She seemed nice enough, and rather genuine, but Uriel knew that first impressions weren't always accurate. As he realised how absurd it was to be phsycing out a woman in a café, he supressed a laugh. God, no doubt who the ex-soldier was here.

Uriel grimaced slightly at her drinks hypothesis. "Yeah, I'm afraid I can't say no to a glass of wine. Probably borderline alcoholism, but y'know...". He shrugged. "There are worse things.". In truth, his love of wine hadn't really surfaced until he had reached France. For some reason, it tasted better in it's country of origin.

He listened to her describing her past, and smiled. "Ah, New York... One place I've always wanted to go. I served with some New Yorkers in Kosovo, good people... If a little brash.". His memory of the NATO camp he had spent some time in was hampered by the memory of the incident on the Serbian road earlier that day. He shuddered and cast it from his mind. "But no, I haven't lived here long. Not at all, in fact - Just stopping by. I'm looking for... ah, another place.".

How much should he tell her? If he told her about the town he was looking for, she would want to know why. For a brief moment he considered telling her, but the memory of Lucy's face when he had told her was enough to cart that idea off. Instead, he returned his gaze to the café window, and surveyed the people outside. "Sure is busy, though...".

[kat]

[/I]

So many people compared her to the curious and crazy primate but she didn’t really care. Since she thought it was cute, to an extent, that the monkey wanted to learn about the world around him. But once she heard that he was looking for another place, it perked her interest. Though interested and terribly curious she said nothing. Absolutely nothing.

The two were sort of silent, till Uriel spoke about how busy it was. Nodding, she yawned quietly, attempting to stifle it she spoke up, “Yeah…convent when you have a business around here..” Sighing, a small frown crossed her lips as she thought looking out of the window gazing at the people, I wonder how the pets are doing… Biting on her bottom lip she murmured to herself, “Maybe…I should of stuck to working today…”

Sighing, yet again, she slowly stood up and asked, “So, what is it that you’d like Uriel?”
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