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Post by jonathan.james.townsend on Oct 13, 2011 6:41:29 GMT -5
He was still smirking intensely when Emilia seemed to appear right on top of him before he had a chance to realize it. His face dropped, serious, as she leaned in as if she were about to kiss him, her hand moving along his chest, up to his neck as she told him that she, too, was a heart-breaker, her finger tracing lightly along his jawline. He swallowed, merely staring down at her as he tried to get his head around what she was doing. She seemed so small and meek, upon first appearance, that Johnny found himself floundering as to what to think with each new thing she said.
He waited until she backed off again, before letting out a short laugh,folding his arms protectively across his chest, without really being fully aware he was doing it. He didn't want to break this girls heart, and he sure as hell didn't want to give her the opportunity to break his. He just wanted to maybe strike up some sort of rapport with her, and then leave, like he did with every other girl. He couldn't seem to help his flirtatious nature, though, and it didn't seem to be helping him escape this match. He needed to tone it down. Maybe be a bit colder toward her. Yes, that might be the answer. But how to be cold without being impolite.... She had asked him if this was how he picked up all of his dates, and he shook his head, backing across the room to sit alone at a table.
"No," he answered. "I don't have or need a routine for that." His arms stayed firmly across his chest, small tingles lingering where her fingers had been moments earlier. He tried to put his business head on, but it was more of a struggle than usual. "Besides, no offense, sweetheart, but I'm not trying to pick you up. I barely know anything about you." Did he sound too cold now? He wasn't sure. "I'm not about to fall over myself to be with you just because you have a pretty face." Definitely too cold. 'Oh, hell.' He didn't see any other option right then. He felt the overwhelming need to break down the locked door and sprint back to his dorm room, or further, but his damn manners and everything else his parents had drilled into him forced him to sit and converse with Emilia no matter how he really felt. It was like he was on auto-pilot in situations like this. Only, this time, he didn't seem to be doing too great a job of it.
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Post by emilia on Oct 13, 2011 20:19:31 GMT -5
 --- When you try your best but you dont succeed ;;
[/color][/size][/font] ( WHEN YOU GET WHAT YOU WANT, BUT NOT WHAT YOU NEED )[/center]
The fact that he moved away so fast from her made her laugh slightly. The fact knowing that maybe she had made him feel uncomfortable for once lingered in her mind as she laughed softly to herself still. She didn't move from where she was, because she didn't feel the need too. Emilia continued to sip on her water as she watched him walk away not like she was going after him, sure... he'd me a nice challenge to get with but what was the point? it wouldn't last long. To her, he didn't seem ready for a committed relationship which was exactly what she needed now. Short relationships could only do so much for a girl.
He answered her question but she wasn't surprised with his response. He didn't seem like the type to need a 'routine'. much like her friend Caleb who she always seemed had to bail out of trouble when things got really bad. Emilia crossed her arms but instead of folding her right arm down she rested her nail on her lip, this always created a cute look but for her, this was how she thought of plans; and what she was thinking of was an excuse to leave but of course by now, the doors wouldn't be open for her to leave which what she disliked most about the matching process. but maybe she kind of started to like Johnny...
Just kidding. She didn't know exactly why she was so infuriated with his comments but she was. no, she wasn't offended by what he said or how he said it... the fact is that he went from being a total flirt to a complete heartless jerk is what pissed her off. he probably didn't mean to come off that way but he sure did to her. She laughed softly to herself before turning around unfolding her arms, placing her glass on the bar, rolling her eyes and turning back to him. She was going to make her move now before she forgot.
Emilia took her grand time walking over by him, making frequents stops to look at things on other tables or on the wall. when she finally arrived by him she looked and smiled brightly. "Don't worry babe, you're not my type," slight coldness escaped her lips as she lied. of course, she doubted he'd ever found out she lied. She really didn't want to be in this situation anymore... cupid had played a cruel game and maybe not all the matches worked out and if that was so. she wouldn't know whether to be happy or loose all hope in cupid.
How long have they even been in here for? Emilia had lost track of time and didn't have a watch on her to even check the time. Although, maybe that was Cupid's plan. no clocks so the people would loose track of time getting to know each other. Emilia strolled over to the couch again once again and sat down. After taking her shoes off her aching feet, she leaned back on the couch. Stupidly, Emilia thought it would be smart if she walked in heels the entire day so she could easily walk in heels when she was suppose to meet Johnny. 'never again' she thought as she rubbed her eyes. She was exhausted from the day, and this wasn't helping her. sure she had been tired the entire time but it never really got to her until now. If she could she would fall asleep right now on this couch but of course that would probably anger cupid and she'd probably wake up without a face or something scary like that.
--- When you feel so tired, but you cant sleep ;;
[/color][/size][/font] ( STUCK IN REVERSE )[/center] [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/font] |
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Post by jonathan.james.townsend on Oct 14, 2011 10:43:57 GMT -5
Not her type? Seriously? Johnny wasn't sure whether to be insulted or grateful. Probably both, he concluded, brows furrowing minutely as he pulled himself up onto the edge of the table, so his legs could swing beneath him. He watched Emilia in silence as she went back to the couch and took her shoes off, slouching back and not saying any more to him. So he had offended her. It didn't surprise him, really, what had he expected? She was a girl. Sensitive. Emotional. Easily wounded. Little did she or anyone else know that Johnny was all of those things, too. He just handled it better than most. Or hid it.
He hummed along softly to the music as it changed to a familiar slow tune. So much for trying to have a good evening. He was acutely aware that he was ruining it, and more than likely ruining his image in this girls eyes, but he couldn't seen to stop himself from doing it. He didn't want anyone to dislike him for being a jerk, because he wasn't one, but he didn't want Emilia to like him, either. Maybe if he just explained his inner turmoil to her, she would understand and be a bit less sensitive over his actions. Or maybe he would sound like a complete wuss and she would hate him even more. 'Which might not be so bad,' he reminded himself.
"Well, I'm glad we got that cleared up." What happened to explaining his turmoil? His arms were still folded across his chest, as though they were made of some sort of steel and would keep him safe from her, or from Cupid, or whoever was causing him so much frustration. His eyes lingered on her for a moment. "You know, I don't dislike you, Emilia. I don't want you to think that. At all," he shrugged and swung his legs harder. "I just don't want to give you the wrong impression, that things could work out between us. I know Cupid seems to think we'd make a good couple, but you and me have minds of our own. Mine is telling me that you're pretty, and that usually I would have a bit of fun with you without getting too involved. But I don't want to do that."
He wasn't sure why he was saying what he was saying. Or what good it would do. Telling her he would usually just play with her and then move on? Yeah, great move. Now she probably thought he was some sort of womanizing arsehole. Well, he could be, even Johnny could admit that, but he never liked to hurt people on purpose. Like he was attempting tonight. He felt awful about it, but he felt like he owed it to himself to do what he could to ensure his own future happiness. And he was pretty sure that happiness would have nothing to do with Emilia. He sighed. "Maybe we should just sleep this hour away and try to pretend it never happened." His words were muttered to himself, not intended for Emilia's ears, but it was her current position, looking worn out on the couch, that provoked them. He wondered if they would get away with such a thing.
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Post by emilia on Oct 16, 2011 1:46:43 GMT -5
--- When you try your best but you dont succeed ;;
[/color][/size][/font] ( WHEN YOU GET WHAT YOU WANT, BUT NOT WHAT YOU NEED )[/center]
Emilia listened to him as he commented on how it was cleared up. She was still pissed about how rude he was being but she figured it was for the better. It clearly told her the type of guy he was, one to never actually be serious with a girl and thats exactly what she wanted. As she listened to him explain how he didn't dislike her, she didn't roll her eyes like every other girl would have. She figured he only wanted to be friends and that was it. Which she couldn't say she didn't mind. She was always open to making new friends when ever she would. house didn't matter to her, the only thing that mattered to her was personality and at first he was good and then he wasn't so now he's about at neutral between friendship and unfriendable. Every match that Emilia had heard about always worked out... which is why she kind of figured this would too but obviously it wasn't or it didn't' seem like it would at the moment. but cupid liked to play horrible games on people so maybe this match was a joke? certainly only cupid would know.
Being polite, she listened to all his words taking in what he was trying to say. understanding most of it. simply as this... He sounded like a womanizing jerk. Which she was actually kind of glad he was saying all this now... because she'd rather know about it now instead of if he actually lead her on and then was just playing her the entire time. Emilia wasn't a mean girl... well... out loud anyways but it was just something about the way he talked, maybe it was the tone in his voice that made her want to just say what was really on her mind like how she lied and said he wasn't her type when he really was. But she couldn't control her emotions she actually wanted to hurt him emotionally and couldn't think of a better way to do it then by shooting at his ego.
Emilia didn't really want to respond to what he was explaining to her. but like every human being they wanted to be happy, which was exactly what Emilia demanded. She was sick of herself and her trust issues with guys. She was sick of pretending to be perfect, it was burned into the back of her mind that every Gryffindor girl had to be perfect. she grew up with that, and it was even more enforced when she was actually sorted in to Gryffindor. the truth was, she wasn't, she didn't wear make up like the other girls, she didn't pretend to be innocent like the other girls did and she certainly didn't do anything for attention. Emilia didn't need and still doesn't need to wear make up because she doesn't care what other people think. She loves how she looks and that's all that should matter and she was innocent unlike 75% of the girls in her house and lastly she prefers not being center of attention. She wasn't the perfect girl she was actually one of the few normal girls.
But none of that really matters...does it?
Emilia inched towards the arm of the couch, tucked her hair behind her ear before resting her head on the arm. she moved her legs up on the couch and curled up as small as she could so Johnny still had more then enough room. Sure it wasn't the most comfortable position in the world but it'll do. She was exhausted and anything would do for her. She brush the hair behind her ear on the other side now but it didn't stay there for very long. She let out a big sigh. "You wouldn't enjoy me when I'm slap-happy" she murmured. She hoped she said it loud enough for him to hear but if not, it was too late her mind as already slipped away. good timing too, another minute or two she would have been bouncing off the walls, throwing question after question, and rambling about anything to him which would probably annoy him to the point of death. It was slightly cold in the room now, it was like cupid turned down the temperature which, someone shouldn't doubt he would. but chills started to run down her body giving her goose bumps as she still slept quietly. This wasn't normal behavior for her, to fall asleep in front of a almost complete stranger.
--- When you feel so tired, but you cant sleep ;;
[/color][/size][/font] ( STUCK IN REVERSE )[/center] [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/font] |
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Post by jonathan.james.townsend on Nov 11, 2011 10:55:08 GMT -5
He watched her in mildly irritated silence as she lay down, curling herself into the tiniest of balls - she was actually outrageously small, he couldn't help but notice - and resting her head on the arm of the couch. Her eyes fluttered shut and Johnny stared. Was she....? Was she actually going to sleep? Was she actually taking his mock suggestion for real and going for it? His mouth dropped open for a moment, before he recovered himself, rubbing absentmindedly at his arms. It had grown suddenly frosty in the previously warm room, and it had nothing to do with the atmosphere between him and Emilia.
Cupid wouldn't be pleased with this. The temperature dropped steadily as Johnny sat there, watching Emilia drift deeper and deeper into a moody slumber on the couch. He wanted to leave her there. To cover her up with a blanket and exit the room, and this horrid arrangement. He stood up, smoothing his clothes down and adjusting his sleeves for something to do as his conscience pelted him with all sorts of guilty feelings for wanting to leave her on her own. After wrestling with it for a few moments, he felt something light land on the end of his nose.
"You have got to be kidding me," he muttered, crystalline eyes turning to the ceiling, which had started to fill with gently falling snow flakes. They were tiny at this stage, but he had a feeling that the longer things stayed as they were, the flakes would get bigger. He wasn't in the mood for this. With a heartfelt sigh, he straightened his spine and crossed the room, shaking snow flakes out of his hair and hovering in front of the sleeping Emilia. He didn't want to prod her. Or shake her. Or really touch her at all, right then. But he had to wake her up. He cleared his throat loudly. "Emilia."[/i] he hissed, searching her face for a reaction.
Nothing. Leaning down over her, he tried again. "Emilia!"[/i] He resisted the urge to poke her. "I don't think actually going to sleep is such a great idea...."[/i] Standing upright again, he wondered how a person could fall asleep so quickly. Maybe he was just that uninteresting to her - very hard to believe. Or maybe she was just one of those people that could fall asleep on a clothes line. Either way, he had no idea whether she was too far gone to hear him or not, but the snow falling all over the room was starting to make him shiver. If he had known things would be this icy between them, he would have brought a coat. "This is ridiculous," he whispered to himself.
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