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Post by meg1 on May 8, 2011 22:43:56 GMT -5
It had been a lovely day so far. The sun was out, the birds were chirping, but the day was coming to an end very soon which signaled the end of the work day and time for fun, in Antia's mind at least. She had finished up her official work for the day but kept her camera with her as always, you never knew when the perfect moment might pop up after all. Antia hummed as she walked along the street, not bothering to change from her work outfit today, after all she wasn't going out to a club or a bar tonight. Nope, instead she was going to see a friend who should be getting off work soon also. Antia turned the corner, her bag swinging and her un-straightened curls bouncing to her steps. She didn't seem to be paying attention to where she was going because her eyes were staring up at the slowly fading light of the sky, but she knew exactly where she was going. She had walked this street many times before after all. Just at the end of this block was the loft of Jonas Lancaster. She turned up the path to his door, fully expecting him to be there already or appearing any moment now, so she stood on his doorstep, humming lightly, watching the hands on her watch tick by slowly. Antia rocked back and forth on her heels as she waited. One minute. Two minutes. Five minutes. Merlin, what was taking this guy so long? He was usually pretty prompt with his slight ocd and all. Well, might as well let herself in and sit down for a bit, she thought, pulling out her wand and unlocking the door with a simple alohamora. Antia strode into the house, shutting the door behind her and instantly went to the couch and made herself comfortable. Her bag rested on the floor next to the couch as she swung her legs up onto the couch. But sitting still and waiting wasn't one of Tia's strong suits. After a few minutes of sitting she quickly became bored and set about one of her favorite pastimes. Re-arraigning Jonas's book collection. It would drive him absolutely mental, but it so amusing to watch him try to put everything right again that she couldn't resist. After she had made an adequate mess or his organization she pulled a few books out and brought them back to the couch where she began flipping through them while she continued to wait, giggling lightly as she thought about how his face would surely look when he came home. --------------------- Words: 437 OutfitTag: Jonas |
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Post by annaleigh1 on May 15, 2011 23:32:43 GMT -5
It was August yet it was somewhat chilly. Weird. So there was Mr. Jonas Lancaster walking home from a horrible day at work. A gash on his collar done and a small burn on his shoulder marked the ‘fun’ he had had with the dragons at work that day. His bangs were hanging over his eyes but her didn’t take much notice. The loft building where he lived at was only a few buildings away and once he got there he would take an amazing bath then go into a well needed sleep. Dragons were very hard to work with and could easily kill you, regardless of all of this Jonas still took the job, though he did often predict horrible outcomes.
Soon enough he arrived at the building with his goal in sight get through the hallway without stopping to talk to anyone in the hallways take a bath, then the reward of sleeping until 5 am where he would have to get up and venture of into the wilderness again. Up the winding stair case he went, winding and winding until he reached the tenth floor. Slowly he trudged down the hallways dragging his leather messenger bag that help his uniform and other stuff behind him. Finally he reached his own humble abode and he turned the knob half expecting it to be open, which was a silly idea considering that he had locked it that morning.
To his surprise the door swung open when he pushed against it. And to his horror Antia O’Shea is good friend was lounging on his couch flipping through his books. She hadn’t even organized his books back the right way; she actually took the liberty of rearranging his books. No longer were they color coded and alphabetically order rather in a crazy slam of colors and titles. His heart rate speed up as he pondered the thought of having to rearrange all of those books, they had taken ages to work together. ”You bitch! How dare you come into my house and mess with my stuff! You irresponsible narcissistic bitch!” He yelled unaware of the volume of his voice.
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Post by meg1 on May 16, 2011 0:46:36 GMT -5
Antia laid there, flipping through what appeared to be a newer book Jonas must have gotten in the last few weeks or so. It was about healing spells and stuff to that effect. Her high heeled feet were kicked up on the very top of the couch as she flipped through the book, contemplating changing books but she heard the door swing open at that precise moment. Antia smirked slightly, knowing right about now Jonas would be seeing her work on his book collection and would most likely start frantically trying to put them right. What she didn't expect though was that he had a horrible day today, was tired, and injured to boot. His yelling echoed through the room, shocking Antia from her reading and causing her to nearly jump right out of her skin. Which in turn caused her to fall right off the couch and whack her head on the edge of the coffee table. "Owww....." she said with a groan, laying on the floor, rubbing her head for a minute before slowly sitting up and putting the book on the evil coffee table that had just attacked her. if she could see the back of her head beneath all her red hair she was certain she'd see a bruise already starting to form. She rubbed the back of her head, wincing slightly, before looking at Jonas. "Merlin Jonas...someone needs a beer..." she said, frowning, still rubbing the back of her head. Of course it was then that she was able to take in his current state. Her eyes of course went to the slash on his collar first, causing her grey orbs to widen in shock then travel to the burn on his shoulder. "What the bloody hell happened to you?!" she said, getting up off the floor and walking towards him, not really caring that he was pissed off at her anymore. For the moment at least. She'd probably be reminded of the fact in a few moments after all when he either yelled again or hexed her. Of course, anyone else witnessing the scene would probably find this amusing, especially with the odd melding of Tia's Scottish and English accent and how easily she got distracted from him being pissed at her and the bump on her head. --------------------- Words: 384 OutfitTag: Jonas |
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Post by annaleigh1 on May 30, 2011 0:10:23 GMT -5
Jonas’s temper was standing nicely at a good 9.5. Things just really weren’t going his way today and yet things were getting worse. Most people knew that you didn’t mess around with Jonas, OCD and a short-temper don’t mix very well at all and his books were his life so if you screwed around with those you were sure to get the bad side of Mr. Lancaster. Jonas shot a fiery glare Antia’s way and stomped his way across the loft to the large armchair near the bookshelf that he couldn’t even stand to look at at the moment and flopped down into the cushy arm chair. The one thing that could possibly calm him down was just in reach. There was a packet of cigarettes hanging out on one of the shelves of the huge bookshelf and it was practically calling his name. Jonas snatched up the box of Malabo’s and pulled out one of the little cancer sticks. He fished his lighter out of his pockets and struggled for a second before finally lighting his cigarette. Jonas sucked in nicotine and numerous other things that could probably kill him and he breathed out stress and anger. He propped the cigarette on his knee as her sighed out more smoke and closed his eyes.
’I’m sorry for blowing up at you Antia.”He said resting his head on the back of the chair. He took another long drag from the cigarette this time blowing out the smoke in rings. Jonas watched with tired as they floated of and slowly dissolved into nothingness. ”You wouldn’t believe the day I’ve had today Tia. They finally tracked downs the poachers in Arabia and they flew in the dragons that they seized today. These dragons were crazy, nothing like I’ve ever seen before. All the trainers had to help and even still on broke loose; my little battle scars are proof of that. Tomorrow will be hell too, I can tell.” Jonas said rhythmically banging his head on the back of the chair.
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Post by meg1 on May 30, 2011 1:35:40 GMT -5
Antia frowned as he stalked away and sat down before liting up a cigarette, before explaining about his bad day. She tsked lightly, watching him hit his head against the back of the chair repeatedly. So thats what the yelling was about... She let out a small sigh and shook her head, her red curls bouncing slightly as she did, before sitting on the edge of the sofa and watching him blow smoke rings.
"Oye...crazy dragons breaking free...me screwing up your books...what a day you've had." she said tsking once again, "But you know what? I have the perfect solution to make it better!" she said, a grin spreading across her face before quickly getting up and reaching for her bag before running to the kitchen, her heels clicking on the floor as she did. She would return moments later with a bottle and two glasses in hand, grinning. "Whiskey!" she said, sitting on the arm of his chair and handing him a glass with a small amount of whiskey in it.
His glass was woefully emptier then her own of course since she had a much higher tolerance for alcohol then he did. A drink or two was always her key to unwinding after a long or stressful day after all, so this wouldn't be all that surprising to him. But she was trying to help, even though her way wasn't always the best way.
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