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Post by gabriel william munroe on Jan 25, 2013 21:13:20 GMT -7
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Golden light hit his face as the sun set over the horizon. As the bus moved down the streets, the light painted a picture of beautiful shadows cast on both nature and that of the man made nature. It was the pleasant time of day, right before the night sky devoured the town of Caroline. Several shops were closing down, and children were on their venture back to their homes.
Like them, Gabriel too was on his way back home. He was coming back from the upper class on one of the buses, awkwardly sitting in the back. Several people got off and on, but Gabriel still had a long way to go on the circle drive all the way to the lower class. One of his ear buds remained playing a song he assumed to be a filler on the album. Yet, he couldn't bring himself to change the song. The other bud dangled down from the top of his shirt. He could easily have them both in, but that one bud stopped working a few days before. Figures. It's been at least six months since he bought them, which meant that he was in a need of new earphones.
His eyes turned away from the window for a moment and paid mind to two elderly people talking to each other two seats ahead of him. They were saying something about how they were glad they were able to make the bus while they had. Apparently at night was when all the "weirdos" and "wild children" came out. The thought of it made Gabriel smile. This was half true. But it was the middle of the week and he couldn't imagine that there were too many people out tonight looking out for trouble.
Notes: gabriel needs someone to love Tags: open | | Credit: 156zcm of Caution |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2013 14:14:14 GMT -7
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In the waning light of another Caroline sunset, picturesque and perfect like the town claimed to be, Cas wished again she had a car, or at the very least money for a taxi. Though, a taxi could hardly be better than the transit system in the small town. It would be impossible to walk home from her work without it taking at least two hours, and the transit was needed. Or some form of transportation. Buses alone were a traumatic experience, and if she could Cas would walk to her destination. After a long day of work, walking back and forth to tables in high heel shoes that squeezed her feet, the last thing she wanted to do was walk anymore. The amount of people a bus could hold, sometimes so much that people squeezed in the aisle ways, terrified her. She enjoyed the buses in Caroline, as long as they were empty. It wasn't just the amount of people on the bus, but the type as well. She knew the bus was reserved for those with no other form of transportation, usually poor and perhaps just a bit out of it. She tried to keep to herself, but it was so hard. Somehow, Cas had 'victim' tattooed all over her worried features.
If riding the transit wasn't enough, Cas was forced to wear a skirt at her job, usually a thin pencil one that hit just above her knees, and a pair of high heels. She often wore skin coloured nylons in order to hide from the cold that hit Caroline in the night, but also to feel less exposed. Cassiopeia wasn't so oblivious to the dark types that roamed around Caroline and would just love to take advantage of a girl like her. It was why her mother had enrolled her in self defense classes, though Cas was sure she could never use the skills it taught her. She was so helpless. If only she had someone to walk home with her, but she really had no one. At least today, though, the bus looked mostly empty as it rolled up to her stop. She boarded the vehicle as it let out a hiss of air at her cold ankles, pushing the fare into the box. Finding a seat on the bus was the worst, she hated having to sit beside anyone and usually opted to stand despite her aching feet. Today, though, there was one free seat left near the end of the bus, and she made her way there, holding to the rail for support. There was a man sitting in the very back of the bus, and as Cas drew near, she could swear she recognized him. It was one of those awkward 'I think I know you but I don't want to say anything" moments, as she glanced at him. She knew she definitely knew him, he often came into the restaurant, he was one of the regulars. She felt odd, saying anything to him outside of the job though, and instead took her seat carefully, clutching at her coat, trying to get warm. She was very aware of him behind her, and wondering if he would recognize her. Most people didn't have Cas's memory for faces, however.
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tagged: gabe! | notes: gabrielll you cutie you needed some love <3 [/td][/tr][/table] credit to kara of caution, shine, & atf[/center] |
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Post by gabriel william munroe on Feb 22, 2013 16:00:21 GMT -7
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Gabriel heard a "ding" as one of his songs faded out to allow the next one to play. The bus slowly drew closer to the curb, the doors opened, and a few people left the bus. From the looks of it there still weren't any seats available. Priority seating was taken by two chatty woman with their strollers and an elderly man who looked like he wasn't even in the state of mind to know where he was. One or two people got on the bus, and Gabriel just casually looked at their faces like it was nothing. He had a tendency to people watch without even meaning to. Seeing a lot of the people in Caroline and the way they interacted with themselves and their environment was almost something like an inside joke of his.
As one of the figures came closer to the back, he pieced together the facial features that he was sure were familiar to him. It took a moment to roll through the people he interacted enough with to have any familiar idea of them and then he realized who she was. She sat down right in front of him, making Gabriel a little anxious. He hated moments like these. He always felt like he needed to talk to the person, no matter what. He felt like if they knew that he would know who they were that it was just rude of him not to even say hello. But as soon as Gabriel would say hi they'd both feel obligated to make some awkward small talk as they made their way down the bus's route. The entire situation made Gabriel uneasy, but finally he gave into it and had to extend a finger to tap on her shoulder.
At the same time he pulled out the other earphone and let them dangle off the top of his shirt. "Hey," He spoke a little awkwardly at first and then found it in himself to speak more, "You work at the restaurant right… you're, uhhh, Cas…" He tried to dig his mind for her full name but that was all he could come up with and allowed it to fade out with the conversation. Maybe he could just act like Cas was all he meant to say instead of a name he couldn't even be certain how to pronounce. "I'm Gabriel… i always come in around lunch to get a beef dip…" He lead on, unsure if she would even recognize him. He was just a regular. There were probably several other people that went just as often, if not more often than Gabriel did.
Notes: ahhh finally! Someone actually hearts him. Tags: cas | | Credit: 156zcm of Caution |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2013 0:40:29 GMT -7
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Even though Cas had surveyed the bus and knew the faces of everyone on the vehicle, she still felt afraid when she felt a tap on her shoulder. Because somehow, someway, she had managed to miscount someone, and that someone was going to hurt her. She had felt followed before, felt stalked and threatened when nothing was wrong. The bus was full of people, but somehow, one time, she could sit in front of the wrong man on the wrong day and end up dead. It was hard, living life with this fear, and that was why she was trying to get over it. She told herself that the only person behind her was the man she knew from the restaurant. That didn't mean he wasn't threatening, something to be concerned about. A killer, or anything else for that matter for there were things worse than killers in this world, could look like anyone at all.
Regardless, she still turned around, feeling like she was swallowing the bullet. If she wanted to be less afraid, she needed to learn how to trust others, giving them the benefit of the doubt. Yet still, she knew this man, and she felt the need to hide slightly behind her hair, a light blush covering her cheeks because things like this didn't happen. She'd thought he wouldn't recognize her, she was relatively new at the restaurant, and maybe he just had a question. But no, she could tell from the look in his eyes, he knew her. Cas never knew how to react in situations like this, she didn't know what was called for from her. She didn't even know the mans name, just his orders, the times he would come into the restaurant. She felt bad, always, when customers called her by her first name, written out in full across her name tag. At least it started a conversation with them. She always got a shiver down her spine when a customer suddenly called her by her name though, wondering blithely where they had gotten that information before remembering she had told them, and she still had a name tag that trainee's were required to wear. She never asked for her customers names, feeling it was breaching a boundary with them. Regulars though, she would have to know the names of them.
“Yeah, yeah, I remember you,” and despite her fears and her hands clinging at the edges of her jacket, Cas's voice was light and friendly as a practised smile eased over her features. She tucked her hair behind her ear, trying not to pull at the ends like she did when she was nervous. “It's always that or the soup of the day, isn't it? I'm sorry I never got your name before” she was always surprisingly good at conversation. Cas could hold a conversation, despite her inner turmoil, and found speaking and being courteous to help ease her panic. “It's nice to finally make your acquaintance, though,” were people even supposed to talk like this on the bus? Cas always thought talking on public transport where anyone could hear you was discouraged, she hardly ever saw others striking up conversations with strangers. Cas always thought it was the weirdos who did that. Gabriel seemed nice though, nice enough to remember her face despite her only having been his waitress.
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tagged: gabe! | notes: how could you not love that face? [/td][/tr][/table] credit to kara of caution, shine, & atf[/center] |
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Post by gabriel william munroe on Mar 7, 2013 21:07:10 GMT -7
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There was a slight smirk that crossed his face when she told him that she remembered him. He always worried that whenever he saw someone who he vividly remembered, that they would take one look at his face and turn away. For him, it was easy to remember faces, seeing them all with these vivid features that he could never mistake. Especially in a place like Caroline, where there were so few people, it was easy to recognize people even if he didn't know their names, or who they were beyond their physical image. But there always seemed to be people who would forget those features, and glance over a person as if there was no significance to their own life.
"Yeah, that's right!" He laughed to himself and for the sake of her as well. "Wednesday's are the best, vegetable and barley is a good way to take on the day," Thoughts of the soup circled his hair as he recalled each day. The soups were always the best especially since they were a cheap way to get some substance in him throughout the work day. "And it's Gabriel," he brought his arm over the seats and allowed his hand to make a gesture to shake hers, "Maybe this way we can formally meet."
For a moment there was silence, and all Gabriel could do was look away and out of the window as they drove down the streets. The same shops whizzed by, with the same typical people that he'd see whenever he was on the bus. His eyes turned back to Cas, "Are you getting off work now?" He asked, although he almost asked if she was on her way home. The only thing stopping him from doing that was he was a little worried of becoming too intrusive. He was too awkward to be able to handle saying that without even acting awkward as he spoke.
Notes: truth, yet he is neglected. Tags: cas | | Credit: 156zcm of Caution |
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