| Title: What're we talking about? Better, yet, WHO ARE YOU?!
(Part 2) Time: Sunday, March 28, 2004 The Thespians: Event Lienuvel, and Pascal Curio Location: Denver - Jenks Circle and Denver - Absynthe |
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+---[ Denver - Absynthe ]----------------------------------------------------+ | | | The atmosphere is dark and fog originates from around the large black | | marble dance floor off to the left. Music from both wizarding and a few | | popular muggle bands pound, so that one might feel the bass in their | | chest. The walls are painted black, however it is as though the universe | | had been cut into their surface, as green light flickers through tiny | | holes of various sizes that mimic planets and stars. To the right is the | | elevated bar which appears to contain just about any kind of alcohol one | | could desire, and even though the club hasn't been around for long it is | | known amongst a certain crowd that if you would want something stronger.. | | that isn't exactly legal, all you need do is ask.. though everything comes | | with it's price. Black stools padded with emerald satin cushions are | | seated before the counter, and if that does not fit your style there are | | tables and chairs lining the edge. Yet if you want even more privacy there | | are a few indented cubbies that have emerald satin curtains wrapped to | | either side of their entrance that are free to draw if one wishes. Inside | | the nooks are no chairs, but instead the interior is cushioned with lavish | | pillows, and in the center a small round table for one to set their glass, | | or anything else. Indeed there is nothing to be complained of within this | | club, it's drinks, food, and seating are all of the highest quality, of | | course it would cost you a pretty penny to enjoy it all completely. | | | +----------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |
| Pascal Curio smirks, and traces his fingers over the top of the table and then resumes staring at Event, trying to conjure up some sort of amused expression to his face. He just settles for a somewhat lopsided smirk. "Still having problems with some people. You've got the cool ones," Pascal racks her brain for names, "Like Kit," Eli thought she was cool, "And Pascal," yes, shameless self promotion, "But then you've got the little shits like Billy Asterik." Pascal figured some sort of profane word was in order here, and so he leans back in his chair, trying to look like he's glowering at the mention of the last name. |
| Well, Event's in a good mood, which is good. ...Wait, Pascal? Ughh.. Right. Sigh. "Still, huh? I see. Well, I guess you'll hang out with whomever you choose, as is your choice, of course." Elijah doesn't do hexes too, does he? "Although I swear, if you ever try to something to me, I'll drag your ass through the dirt and hang it up to dry where you can see it." Grin. Gotta keep it light, after all. "And who's Billy? Don't know him.. What'd he do that's so terrible?" (Event) |
| Oh, oh, Pascal notes Event's reaction and apparently someone's been talking about somebody else. He raises an eyebrow at the reaction, and sits back up in his seat. The comment about choice is let go, and again, his face /wants/ to smile, so Pascal does, smiling at the little threat there, filing it into the back of her mind. "I'll take you up on the offer once I get out of school then," a wink, and then his face grows dark again, though he's forcing it to. What was it that Eli said about Billy to Pascal? "He breathed." Oh yeah. "The kid wears a fucking cape. He's in eighth grade, and he actually dared to insult me." He's just about quoting verbatum now. "Don't get me wrong. I don't give two shits what he thinks about me, but I got a fucking reputation to keep." Pascal could get used to all this profanity very quickly. "He can't just go about insulting me, and I wasn't about to let him get away with that..." |
| Snicker. "Oh, I'm sure." Ah, good.. Elijah didn't take his words the wrong way. Excellent! Because more stress from Elijah is the last thing Event wants on his shoulders at the moment. "He breathed, huh? Heaven forbid. And a cape, too? Damn, I knew someone who did that." A smile quirks on the edge of his lips. "Funny guy, though." Still is, too, sometimes. "So what'd he say? I mean, granted, any kid can be insulting, but considering your said 'reputation', I wouldn't think you'd make such a big deal out of one eighth grader. You said yourself you don't care." Shrug. "So what'd you do back? Assuming you did something, of course.." |
| "I would have hexed the shit out of him," Pascal mutters, and then his eyes widen slightly and he coughs violently. Again, wrong mind talking. "I didn't though," he says quickly to cover up his mistake. He doesn't even realize what Event has against that hexing though. "What do you think I did?" All of Event's jests are clearly taken with amusement from Pascal, but he forces himself to look a little bit miffed at them. "What he said to me doesn't really matter," Pascal can't remember if Elijah told her, and if he did she still can't recall. "I socked him one." For the time being, he's just going to leave out the part about Billy casting 'Wingardium Leviosa'. It's much more dramatic to say that he punched the lights out of a kid three years younger than him. |
| Oh, yeah. Real dramatic. "What??" Gape. "Elijah! What the *hell* is wrong with you! Shit.. Ugh, I know we have different views on things, but what the *hell* is it that makes you want to go around hexing and *punching* people?? God, whatever he said can't have been so damn important that he deserved a fist to the face. Or stomach, or whereever it was. *Shit*! You complain that people don't understand you and then you do *this*! Well, *fuck*! Guess why?" Ugh.. Event sighs and rolls his eyes. "At least tell me it was an extremely personal insult? That this is a kid who can punch back and had some intelligent comebacks for you and *that's* why you punched him?" Please? |
| The funny thing is that Pascal's /not/ Elijah, and so he just sits there, staring at Event rather calmly, his lips twitching as he fights to not smile at his reaction. He cocks his head to the side as if to say, 'I socked him. So what?' "I /didn't/ hex him," he says coolly. "I may have thought it, but I didn't /do/ it." Man, if he only knew what this person's name was, he could actually /use/ it. "He insulted me. I have a reputation. He needs to learn not to /fuck/ with me." His head cocks to the other side, but the expression on his face still remains the same. "It's not like I hit him as hard as I could anyway," Pascal suddenly feels the need to explain, maybe Elijah would, maybe he wouldn't. "He cast Wingardium Leviosa on me, and then ran off." A shrug. Not exactly a hex, but still a spell. |
| Event Lienuvel rolls his eyes. "Right. Well, better than actually *doing*, I suppose. Although still, you say people don't understand people and then.. Oh, nevermind. Whatever. And I think you'll find that once you graduate, school reputations mean jack shit. I had a reputation of a sort, too, but no one gives a rat's ass about it at work so don't put all your eggs in one basket as far as your reputation is concerned. You're a smart guy, like I've said before. Honestly, you could *so* be above what anyone else thinks of you." Shrug. "He defended himself? Good. At least that means he wasn't some kind punching bag for you." Sigh. Shit. "Alright, look, how about we just drop the subject. We're never going to agree on it, obviously, so it doesn't do any good talking about it. Like so many of our other views. Okay? How 'bout you tell me about something else? Like Farreau? Ran into her lately? God knows I hear so much stuff about her I could probably write a book." Event grins slightly. |
| Many of our other views? He thinks that Elijah is smart? Well, Pascal's frustrations have been growing this whole time, and even though his face was calm and collected before, it quickly darkens and the boy slumps in his chair. He rolls his eyes at Event and remains quiet even as the waiter suddenly arrives with their food. He glares at his beer is if his glaring is going to make it explode, and then looks at Event. "Farreau---" and then he can't speak, and even Pascal looks rather surprised that he's thinking what he's going to say, and that the words can't come out. Apparently he was going to say something that was big no-no. "Never mind." He growls, and then his hand clamps at the mug of beer. This whole reputation thing was grating on his nerves even more than the identity of the person sitting across from him. "Maybe," his voice has gone cold again, "You find that reputations don't mean anything to /you/." A pause. "You're /not/ me." Clearly. "You're..." a pause and he waves his hand. "You're whoever the hell you are." WHO ARE YOU?! |
| Oh boy. Went to far. "Alright, alright... Fair enough," he sighs. "I'm sorry, you're right.. Everybody's different.. And I'm not you. I'm sorry. Really." Well, there goes this conversation down the drain. Really, you *used* to be able to talk to Elijah, Event. What happened? Morals, probably. Damn things always get in the way.. "I shouldn't have said all that." |
| The first instinct from Pascal's mind is to say, "You're absolutely correct. You shouldn't have said all that at all." But this is why Elijah has more friends than Pascal does, so he holds his tongue rather wisely, and instead drowns his words with a large draught of the beer. Of course, never having tasted beer at all, Pascal fights to keep her face straight, but it does twist just slightly. But while Pascal's still here, and still talking to the mystery 'friend', he might as well try and figure out as much as he can, right? "So, if you don't mind my asking," the tone of his voice has gone back to normal, and Pascal's done a pretty good job of pretending that past conversation didn't even happen. "Have any idea when all your research is going to be done... for the spell?" Absolutely no clue what he's asking about, none at all. |
| "Huh?" The spell? Stare. "Uh.." Event raises an eyebrow. What is he talking about? 'The spell'... What spell? The transfiguration spell? Well, it has to be that spell, it can't be anything else.. but Elijah's never talked about it before so why now? "Ah.. it's.. slow. I guess. Um.. so I don't know." We'll just *hope* they're talking about the same thing. |
| Pascal Curio nods, pretending to understand perfectly, and takes yet another large draught from the beer. Of course, Event's response doesn't give anymore information about said accident, or whatever the spell is supposed to be. No one said it would be easy. "Just wondering is all," he says coolly, trying to down play Event's apparent stutter on the subject. "Maybe I'm getting interested in my schooling or something." He winks and runs a hand through his hair. "Scary, isn't it?" Unless Elijah is actually rather active in learning, but Pascal doesn't think so. |
| "Ah," nods Event, pretending to understand as well, secretly glad the topic is over with. "Heh, oh, yes. Very." Grin. "So.. Do you have any interest in that sort of thing?" Well, damn it, he's curious. He wants to know what Elijah was talking about specifically. |
| Having absolutely no idea what the hell the topic is anymore, Pascal can't handle it anymore. Not that he's going to freak out, jump out of his chair and act like Mr. Paranoid once did way back in the Auditorium at school, but he's actually going to be frank, somewhat. "I'm interested in spells, you're probably realizing that." His voice is rather light, and he looks at Event briefly. He pauses, looking off and tapping the sweating mug in front of him. "What sort of thing are you talking about?" While he's at it, why doesn't he just ask what the hell they're talking about?! |
| Blink. Um.. "I'm.." Stop. "Actually, I was wondering exactly what *you* were talking about," replies Event. |
| Oh dear god. Pascal's face just deadpans, and again, the wheels spin rather quickly in his head. He could get this to work to his advantage if he played his cards right. Slapping a lopsided grin on his wanting-to-smile face, he once again, plays the facetious card. "Alright," he inserts a half-hearted chuckle. "Let's start this from the beginning." And, flip over the first card. "My name is Elijah Cruise. And you are?" Yes, he's stretching this a bit far, and it could go horribly horribly wrong very, /very/ fast. |
| Uh, right. Sure. "Ah, Event Lienuvel. Nice to meet you," he raises his eyebrows, smiling slightly, embarrassed. Odd for Elijah, but.. if it works, right? "Heh, well, have to say this has been one of our more.. interesting run-ins." Uh, yeah. |
| Finally! A name! Pascal's smile widens even more as he finally figures out who the person sitting across from him is. The rumours surrounding that name suddenly flood into his mind, and his whole form visibly relaxens and softens in front of Event. "Alright. Names out of the way now." Another awkward chuckle, and Pascal can do nothing but agree with Event. "I'll drink to that," he says, smile faded into a smirk now while another draught is drawn out from the mug. |
| Event Lienuvel chuckles and lifts his water in agreement. "Here, here.." When finished, the glass is brought down, half full, with a clunk. As they both drink, their meals are brought out. A burger and fries for Elijah and chicken for Event. "Oh, finally.. Thanks," he gives to the waiter, who nods and walks off. "God, I'm starving. I like restaurant food but sometimes I have to wonder what they're *doing* that takes so long, you know?" Grin. |
| The air now considerably lighter, even Pascal can smile genuinely at Event's comment. Another wink, and he lazily picks up a fry, his other hand moving towards the ketchup. It's funny that there's actually two females seated at the table, trapped both in the bodies of males, one not able to speak about it, while the other just doesn't want to. Pascal apparently even feels comfortable enough to joke around. "Do you even /want/ to know?" |
| Event Lienuvel laughs, cutting up the chicken. "Probably not. I've heard stories and that's enough for me." Glad that the mood is definitely cleared now--or at least seems to be, Event to is now more relaxed, a smile resting on his lips. |
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