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Post by roger on Jan 29, 2011 0:40:05 GMT -5
Roger green sighed softly as he walked along the streets of diagon alley. he lite a cigarette and smoked it as he strolled along diagon alley. he looked around as he walked and looked at the stores as he passed them. he was wearing his usual casual plain black suite without a tie. his shirt was slightly faded but it wasn't that noticeable, so he didn't worry about that. the top couple of his shirt buttons weren't buttoned and the sleeves were rolled up a little.his hair was styled the way it always was and the way it looked best. he always had great pride in his appearance and this people who knew him well enough knew this and you and sorta figure that even if you don't know him well. he had one of his hands in his pocket as he strolled around the shop. he was just taking a stroll in diagon alley today. he did this every once in a while so relax, clear his mind , or juts cause she wanted to. today was just one of those days, where he justed wanted to. he smirked a crooked smirk as he saw a place of interest and went inside. he went and had at a table in the back and relaxed,in no hurry today for some reason. a while later a waitress came over and got his order, which was just a drink nothing special at all. he sighed as he exhaled smoke and looked around the place as he smoked.
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Post by ris on Feb 20, 2011 20:54:26 GMT -5
 
Charlotte went to work early in the morning, she didn't trust people to work for her, open or anything. It was too much responsibility. You could say the girl was OCD, and she wouldn't disagree, but she couldn't help it. She hated to lose control of an ounce of her life. It was hers... and as selfish as that seemed, it was true. She wasn't trying to be selfish, it just was more of independent. Charlie could take care of herself, she didn't need idiots telling her what to do, which was why there was no way she'd become a death eater or the sort. She couldn't take orders very well and didn't want to risk her life with it- much to her parent's dismay. She yawned and opened her shop, the morning was very uneventful, as her shop was one of those tucked away in a corner of Diagon Alley that no one really notices. She organized a few things, took inventory and soon enough it was time for lunch. Lottie, closed the door and locked it behind her, only dropping her keys about ten times. She headed to the leaky cauldron and tucked her sketch book carefully under her arm. The street was crowded, but Charlotte evaded people easily, shew as fairly athletic- though she'd never admit it. Charlie was the art girl, she sang, drew, wrote...but wouldn't dare share her work with anyone. She really wanted to open an art gallery, but decided to have a wider range of pieces before she attempted that. She stepped into the crowded pub and headed to her favorite seat, but before she even dared get there- her foot caught on someone's chair and she lurched forward, hitting them with her shoulder. "Shit," she muttered and picked up her sketchbook, "Sorry, Sir." she told the man, standing up but losing her balance and catching herself on the chair. "I swear I'm not usually like this," Charlie explained with an embarrassed expression on her face. She closed her eyes and peeked at his face, hoping he wasn't too upset. At least she didn't spill anything on anyone this time. As an after thought, Charlie scrunched up her nose, "You know that smoking is bad for you." she told him, in a matter-of-fact tone. But she really didn't want him to have the impression of a goody goody with her, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say that." That was it, she'd better leave now before she did something even more idiotic.
((hope you don't mind me invading. (: ))
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Post by roger on Mar 21, 2011 1:11:42 GMT -5
Roger looked at the women,who hit him with her shoulder.He smirked a crooked smile as he looked at the woman and chuckled softly and exhaled some smoke . he looked at her as he said" it's okay. i don't mind it. smokings been a habit of mine for years. i doubt that I'll ever stop" he looked at her and saw the sketch book and said" you into drawing or something?" he watched her for a few moments then said"how about you sit down and have a drink and we can talk?" he wasn't trying to flirt even though it may sound like he was. he usually had a lot of things to do,but he had gotten ahead of his coworkers at work and could take some time of and work on the projects he had planned on . he planned on getting back to playing guitar like he use to. he did play guitar, before his wife and him had the kids then he didn't have time so he didn't play. he smiled as he put out his cigarette out when it was too short to smoke. he smiled as he put the cigarette butt in the ash tray that was on the table. he remained quiet as he looked at her with his same crooked smile and waited for her answer. collar of his shirt moved and unfolded, as the wind blew when someone open the door.
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Post by ris on Apr 4, 2011 16:18:02 GMT -5
Lotti laughed and nodded, "Yeah, habits die hard." She commented, trying to bite her tongue. It would be completely idiotic for her to continue, so therefore- she did. "never even thought of stopping though?" she asked him, thinking that he probably had kids. She knew that if she were to ever get settled, which she wouldn't-like ever, Lotti would want to be a little better of an example, but he was probably a fine father, after all. She was over thinking this. He motioned to her sketchbook and Lotti tensed slightly, moving it out of sight. "Oh, I just dabble here and there," she told him, guarding her abilities. She, of course, did more than just dabble, but Lotti wasn't the most confident in her work. If she shared what she did, it would lessen the meaning of it. Especially if she shared her work to her parents. "you know anything about art?" she asked him, smiling gently. Charlotte sat down and nodded, "Sure, a drink sounds good." Lotti wasn't one for being so forward, but she wasn't really up to do anything else. "so what brings you to the leaky cauldron?" she asked him, raising an eyebrow and shifting in her seat awkwardly. Lotti was talkative to an extent, but her name brought about a reputation. So she didn't usually interact with many people.
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