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Post by Alfred Jones on Mar 30, 2011 22:40:49 GMT
Alfred had come to see the park again, always a fan of the atmosphere. However, as soon as he had reached it, he had not expected that it was going to rain. Really, the sky seemed like it had been sunny and cloud free but ten minutes ago! Frowning, he settled under a tree, glad that it was at least keeping most of the rain off of his person. Glancing up at the sky, the young man frowned a bit. It didn't seem like it was going to stop any time soon...
Sulking, he tugged a granola bar from his bags pocket, nibbling on it. He had just wanted to see the dogs...Maybe see that guy...Ludwig was it? Again. Pouting to himself lazily, he rest up against the base of the tree. Ignoring the scratchy bark, his eyes closed as he chewed his snack, hugging his bag in. To be honest he had been kind of keeping away from Arthurs radar lately, he felt bad about taking up his time so much and distracting him, and making him feel like he had to help him.
Obviously he didn't need any help, he did fine on his own. He was able to pick out a tree that would provide the most shelter after all! ...And he had chosen it over a bridge that had mud and some garbage. He'd rather be clean than completely safe, most of the time...However, his eyes opened when he heard soggy footsteps, looking around, just to see someone..He THOUGHT it looked like a man, walking along the cement path, with an umbrella.
Arching a brow, while wondering why the other chose to walk in the rain like this, Alfred just shrugged and settled in. The tree provided enough to hide him from view unless someone really was looking for him or something. Besides, he'd never been kicked out from the park, luckily, thanks to the fact that no officers ever patrolled along here. Nodding lightly to himself and feeling secure again, his eyes closed once again, waiting for the storm to pass.
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Post by france on Mar 30, 2011 22:54:43 GMT
Francis sighed as he moved along the path way, his eyes looking ahead but not really seeing. Of course it had to rain on the day he had chosen to take a long walk in the park to clear his head. Letting the handle of the umbrella he had brought with him (for just such an occasion) twirl in his hands he glanced up at the sky. Dull, steel-grey clouds rolled over the tops of the trees and flashes of intra-cloud lighting dance. For a moment he wondered if the storm would become a full blown thunder storm and if perhaps he should go inside. On the other hand he wanted to see any lighting he could.
Francis loved lighting. He had since he was a small child, for unlike other children who jumped at the flashes and accompanying thunder , Francis had been curious. He had wanted to watch, see what caused the pretty lights in the sky. He had sat many a day on his porch, his mother holding him, and just watched as the lighting bursts flashed and faded in quick succession.
He let his eyes drift over the trees surrounding him, and found a semi-dry bench under a a tree with particularly lush foliage. He would be safe to watch the clouds from there. Besides he had come to clear his head had he not? And what better cleanser than the rain?
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Post by Alfred Jones on Mar 30, 2011 23:02:39 GMT
The lightening had startled him, the bright flashes lighting up his closed eyes, and curiously he moved, peering out to see. It was odd, he loved, yet hated storms. Truely he didn't even know why. Staring as a streak ran across the sky, Alfred recalled the stories his mother would tell him about the lights in the sky....Sighing, he sat back where it was dryer once again.
Of course, that also brought his attention to the fact that the person had sat down on the bench not too far from him...Well it was his fault if he wanted to get his ass wet or struck by lightening. Yawning, which he was sure the person wouldn't be able to hear over the rain, he once again settled down. It was going to get late soon, so he might as well make himself comfortable.
It's not like he hadn't done this before. Really, he was lucky, not a single tree he slept under had ever been struck by lightening...Snuggling down, he pulled his jacket in, zipping it up so his knees were stuck under it and he was warmer. At a quick glance he'd probably look like a small child huddling there, but it also made him smaller so he was hoping he wouldn't be spotted and that the person would leave without reporting that he was here.
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Post by france on Mar 30, 2011 23:20:37 GMT
Francis did indeed not spot anything out of the ordinary or even hear the yawn. The rain against his umbrella and the lightning in the sky kept his attention well enough. He breathed out and watched the steam rise up towards it brethren, and began to hum lightly. He could almost imagine his mother stroking his hair as the lighting came closer. He smiles softly and closes his eyes.
It was wonderful to listen to the rain and the thunder rolling in the back ground. He could feel his body relax . The rush at work today had taken it out of him, and the stress of the job was making his body ache far before it should have. He didn't like the idea of working like he was. He was a host, not some waiter. Perhaps he should hire someone...
There was a flash so bright it burnt through his eyes and a crack loud enough to shake him out of his considerations. Looking up he saw the branches above him, intertwining with another across the way. For a moment he relaxed but then he heard the creak of wood and to his horror a limb from the tree across from him came loose and fall .
'Zoot'
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Post by Alfred Jones on Mar 30, 2011 23:33:50 GMT
Alfred was just quiet, relaxing, but the sudden crack of lightening caused him to open his eyes again. Frowning, he glanced around, having a feeling...And he was right. Quickly accessing this, he jumped up (Tearing his poor jackets zipper), and ran quickly. There really was no time to do anything else, so he jumped, tackling the poor person over and out of the way of the falling branch, just before anything got him.
Some stray smaller branches scratched him, but that would heal quickly enough. Glancing back, glad that nothing had been trapped under the large branch other than the bench, that was now in splinters, he sat up slowly. He had kind of rolled so that he had taken most of the blow from the ground as well, but there was still the issue of mud..Looking at the other person, he blinked to see some stubble. Oh, so it was a man.
"Are you okay?" The young man asked, ignoring that now they were both getting soaking wet...And also that the rain decided to pour harder now that they were both vulnerable. Jerk sky.
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Post by france on Mar 30, 2011 23:54:20 GMT
Francis had to admit that in the moment his life had flashed before his eyes he had hoped for salvation. What he had not expected is his salvation to come from a man such as this. Blinking up at the blond he took a moment to fill in what had just happened. It seems he had missed a man somewhere in his vicinity. (Though, his mind whispered, how you had missed /this/ man was beyond him.) The man had tackled him and saved him from what would certainty be death.
Okay. He could deal with this.
Once the shock had worn off he could now feel the cold, and hear what the other was saying. He nodded, not quiet trusting his voice not to shake at the near death experience. He shifted, wincing as he felt the mud soak through his shirt. It had been his favourite. He could just FEEL the fabric screaming as the dirt ground in.
He tried to sit up, slowly so as not to be rude, but he needed to get his best shirt out of the mud. He pushed his hair out of his face and, after a moment of considering just how lost the shirt was, wiped his face off.
"Thank you." he said finally. "I am fine, and you? " he took in the ripped jacket and tutted. The poor man must be freezing.
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Post by Alfred Jones on Mar 31, 2011 0:04:53 GMT
Eyes quickly looked the older man over, making sure that he was alright, before he moved away from him, just nodding slowly. "I'm okay...You really should be inside on days like this, you know?" He softly scolded him, standing and then, after wiping the somewhat muddy hand on a cleaner part of his pants, held his hand out to help him up.
Wincing slightly at how muddy the other man was, he glanced down a bit. "Ah...Sorry about your clothes.." Was mumbled, aware that he was muddier because he had taken most of the hall. "I can pay for the dry cleaning..." Ah but he knew the prices up here, and was well aware that that would drain him of the meager savings he had. Oh well, he had been the one to get him muddy, even if it was in a life or death situation.
Ignoring the way the rain really was soaking through his clothing, he turned, heading back to the rather large bag, and shouldered it. Well, he was already wet, so walking in the rain wouldn't kill him. Besides, he had enough body heat he wouldn't get cold...Hopefully. Returning, he unzipped one of the pockets, then offered out the bills, obviously all that was in there. It was around S400.
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Post by france on Mar 31, 2011 0:21:53 GMT
Francis didn't quiet hear the boy. He was trying to pay attention but his clothes were ruined. As he took the hand and stood he peeled the offending cloth away with a light shiliiiick. He made a face and tried to wipe the mud away, only grinding it in more. A slight huff escaped him and then he turned to focus on the other, giving his shirt up for a loss. He caught the end of his sentence.
".... pay for the dry cleaning..."
The Man, the rather young man, was leaned over a bag. He was soaked, much dirtier than he and probably freezing. Francis could guess the boy wasn't out here for his health. In fact when the other waved a wad of money in his face Francis seriously doubted he had much more than that.
If there was any more at all.
Feeling slightly offended Francis puffed up. He was a gentleman, and certainly gentlemen did not charge their saviours for damages incurred while being a good Samaritan!
"No need! It is but a shirt non?" he smiles brightly. "I have more where that came from. Besides you saved me, I should be repaying you!" He pushes the money back towards him. "Come we must get cleaned up! Then I will drive you back to where you live, perhaps pick up some food on the way. It is the least I could do."
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Post by Alfred Jones on Mar 31, 2011 5:02:26 GMT
Alfred visibly winced at the noise, frowning slightly. The huff also was heard, and, once again frowning a little more, he glanced to the side, feeling bad about ruining his clothing. Maybe if he had turned more in midair...Still, the rejection of his offer made him blink, but he slowly nodded. "Well...If you're sure..." he murmured, sticking the fold in the water proof pocket of his bag, zipping that up securely. However, he heard the repaying part..Damnit why did he keep running into people who wanted to repay him? It wasn't something he was used to.
"U-um...Well, that's alright, I dont need to be repaid. Anyone would do that." Waving a hand, the young man tugged the bag up, ignoring the squish of mud as it hit his back. Glancing down at himself, he frowned, the mud slowly washing off in the rain, but that wouldn't get him clean all the way...
What he said last made him cock his head and look up at him with wide eyes with amazement though. "You have a car...?"
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Post by france on Mar 31, 2011 12:20:10 GMT
Francis smiles broadly, ignoring the protests with the skilled ease he looped his arm around the young mans broad shoulders in a friendly manner. He ignored the mud now, mostly because he figured the other wouldn't mind getting a little dirtier. He steered the young man back the way he had come with a friendly force.
"Oui~ My father left it to me. I don't normally use it but today I figured it would be a nice drive to come up to the park. It is quiet old, but it is well kept as you will see." He spoke brightly and with an almost loving tone, making sure in his walking to avoid over hanging branches. The thunder continued over head and despite what it may look like he was not a stupid person. He prattles on as they walk, explaining the car in loving detail.
"Oh but how silly of me! I have forgotten my name, you must think me rude!" He pulls up to his full height, arm still on shoulder. "My name is Francis Leon Bonnefoy. and you?"
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Post by Alfred Jones on Mar 31, 2011 20:46:16 GMT
The rather pushy manner in which he was steered around didn't really seem to bother him, it was the touching more so. However, he bit back his issues with people he didn't know touching him, and then cocked his head as he listened. Well that was all fine and dandy, but he was more worried about the car getting filthy from them.
"But if we take your car it's gonna get muddy inside, and muds hard to get out of old car seats.." The boy stated when the older man paused to take a breath. Alfred would feel even worse if he got such a precious thing filthy and unsalvagable, even if the other man was a highlander who probably had money to burn and keep warm for five years.
Glad to at least have a name though, he smiled faintly, then paused...He recognized that last name..." ...Ahh, the restaurant owner, right? I've heard great things about it." Never got to eat there of course though. "I'm Alfred Jones. It's nice meeting you." Well at least he wasn't forgetting manners now.
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Post by france on Mar 31, 2011 23:25:00 GMT
Francis waved his hands at the protest, for he had a cunning and devious plan to outsmart the filth. It was truly brilliant and cunning. For he had though of this one long ago when he had first found himself wet and in the car.
"We shall lay down towels. I have some in the back. " He said before pausing to listen to the other. When the other recognized his name he beamed. It was nice to be heard of and he had worked so hard as well. Keeping people in order was just... exhausting.
"Thank you. I am so glad that word is spreading so quickly" his voice was trilling now as he lead him to an old Bentley and goes to the back to pop open the trunk.
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Post by Alfred Jones on Apr 1, 2011 1:26:49 GMT
...Well, at least he wouldn't get his car dirty. Following him, albeit reluctantly, he watched as the trunk was popped open. "Should I put my bag in there too? It's just kinda wet." he asked, unsure about going with the older man still. But a shower would be nice...
The other looked truely proud of having thought of that before hand though, so he amusedly said nothing about the other being somewhat silly. Faintly eyeing his filthy jacket, he also tugged that off, revealing his clean shirt at least, and turned that inside out so the dirt was on the inside. Of course, his eyes were soon distracted by the gorgeous car, looking at it intently. He'd love to examine it...
"Mhmm...I've heard some other rumors about you as well, so I'm just hoping those ones aren't true." Alfred mentioned, glancing at Francis in amusement.
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Post by france on Apr 1, 2011 12:20:55 GMT
Francis popped his head over the hood of the trunk, looking curious and indignant at the same time. He pulled the blankets out of the trunk and moved around to Alfred, handing him a brightly coloured comforter.
"Other rumors?" He said trying to sound more casual and less like he wanted to hear these slights so he could correct them.
He spread a second blanket in back and placed Alfred's things upon it. He then rushed around to the other side, minding the rain on the blanket and threw it into the drivers seat.
"What ever could those be?"
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Post by Alfred Jones on Apr 1, 2011 19:01:51 GMT
Alfred waited, merely watching him since he kind of could feel that the older man wanted to...Well mother it. Arching a brow, he accepted the blanket though, moving to the front passenger side and opening it, carefully covering the entire seat and most of the floor as well.
"Mmhmm...Well. Just about your uh..."Romantic escapades", I believe one lady called them. Except the details are more raunchy." he chuckled, looking to the side a bit shyly, like he perhaps shouldn't be talking about this to the man who was going to let him use his shower. Or maybe a part of him hoped that Francis might get pissed off and ask him to go away. Waiting for the older to get in, he carefully joined him then, and shut the door carefully.
"I'm sure they're just rumors though...? I mean, unless you've pissed off a lot of women." As he had grown, he had discovered that women truely had a terrifying streak of evil and vengeance in them. That was probably why he didn't really enjoy talking to them. Saving them, sure, but when they wanted to 'thank' him, he was gone like buffet food at a fat person convention.
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Post by france on Apr 2, 2011 13:18:10 GMT
Francis laughed lightly. and shook his head. It seems that the few women he had flirted with were up to their old tricks again. He slid in and turned the key letting the car purr as it woke up. He slowly pulled out of the parking space and moved down The street before. While he was doing so he was considering which fine woman acquaintance of his was spreading rumours that could be called... "Raunchy". To the best of his knowledge his only "raunchy" escapades had been after a long romantic courting, and any endings of relationships were friendly at best. He always hated to break up, but normally they both knew it was coming...
"I do not know where you get such goose feathers. " He waved his hands "but I am sure I have not angered any of my fair engendered friends." He smiles over at him. "But if you are asking if I am taking you home to do something such as that, I can assure you I am not that kind of man. "
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Post by Alfred Jones on Apr 2, 2011 20:34:19 GMT
As the car came to life, Alfred eagerly looked around at it, enjoying the feeling of the slight rumbling and how the various dials also moved. After a moment, his attention flitted to out the window, intently looking around as they moved. He'd never been in a car before--Or if he had he couldn't remember.
A faint hum was heard in response to the statement, but then he glanced over at Francis with an arched brow. "If you were planning on something like that I'd have to do something pretty unheroic then." He muttered, eyeing him suspiciously for a moment. Obviously this was a touchy subject. Finally he turned to look out the window again though, blue eyes wide and almost childish looking as he watched the various things on the streets pass by, fascinated by the speed of the car.
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Post by france on Apr 2, 2011 21:14:17 GMT
Francis takes the hint and drives along, making sure to take the long scenic route. The rough patch had passed and by the way the kid was acting he would apprecate the chance to look at the car.
"You know much about cars? " he asked by way of converasation. Not that francis himself did but he could teach the kid at least the basics.
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Post by Alfred Jones on Apr 3, 2011 9:45:57 GMT
"Mm? Yeah, enough to probably fix minor problems with them. Their construction really is fascinating." He said happily, smiling faintly. "I read a lot about them last year...."Ah but he figured the other probably didn't want to be bored by that, so he shifted, perking when he saw a person in the rain.
"A lot of the stuff about the past is so interesting." He said contently, smiling to himself. However, when he noticed the rather large house, his eyes widened.
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Post by france on Apr 3, 2011 15:05:07 GMT
(so um how are we going to do this? put up an F here and then switch to a different place or ? )
Francis nodded in agreement as he pulled up to his modest (in his opinion anyway) abode. The house sat back aways, a green front lawn sweeping up towards a stately manor. His father had bought it and though the house was old on the outside it was well maintained. Its collums and french windows windows are grand. He got out of the car and reached back to grab his blanket.
"Welcome to my humble abode." he walked around to the back to grab the mans things before begainng to walk towards the house. the gravel path cruches under his shoes.
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