Local Diner [OPEN]

[michaeladamwalsh]

It was the mid meet of the day at exactly noon and Michael placed himself in society at the local diner. He was a usual customer, at least eating there once a day, but despite his reoccurring visits, he still wasn't familiarized with the staff. Nothing was personal, all he did was come in and eat, he always ordered something different and even came in at different times to get the varied meal menus, this was his rotation of scoffing down excellence and also his method of comfort; he didn't remember what his favorite food was. Michael took his fork and gently stabbed his Eggplant Parmesan. The food looked delectable, but for some reason he just wasn't in the mood to consume the dish. He felt a heavy sheet of sadness plague his body and he felt the sadness drown him as he started tearing. A napkin served as a good tissue as he dabbed away the water from his eyes.

" Excuse me, Sir, Is everything alright?" a kind voice questioned, it was his waitress. Michael looked over and nodded, brushing off his scene with slight confusion. She smiled, but still showed that she was concerned. " I'll get you some more coffee." she said as she turned away for the counter. She approached the counter and held his mug under the jug of hot liquid, she smiled over at another waitress who was pouring at a slow pace. " I'm sorry to hear about your bad break-up, it's a shame. I hope you feel better." she consoled the other waitress, who was nearly on the verge of uncontrollable tears.

She brought his mug back and Michael took it, with a shaking hand. "Thank you." he said with gratitude. He turned his head to look outside the wide window, watching people pass by. One stopped in front of the window, he was yelling profoundly into his cell phone, pacing a few steps. Michael felt a surge of sudden anger and he grasped his mug tightly, his grip was strong enough to break the glass and his coffee along with the shards of his mug splattered onto the table. Michael startled himself and jumped out of the seat before the hot coffee touched him. "I'm sorry. I'm very clumsy today." he apologized to the waitress who had come to clean up. His sympathetic eyes looked around the diner, a few people began to stare at him, their brows furrowed in a questioning expression, some elderly whispered comments to each other briefly before returning their stares. All he could feel was the cold curiosity of the diner, his glance shifting to each individual, it was like he was being prosecuted in front of a jury, only looking for plea of innocence, but he wasn't in a court, nor was he even guilty of any crime.

He moved to the counter and sat down next to a few citizens who stared, they looked away when he came in proximity. The television was on the news channel, a lot of it was about slaughter and random murders, possibly sightings of what seemed like ghosts and monsters, but the only news Michael was concerned with was who he was. He brushed his hands together, tracing the bone line of his ligaments. Questions; Who was he? Where was he born? Did he have siblings? Was he in love?. It's impossible to recover a past that never seemed to exist. The only thing he knew was his name, everything else he started to learn like a child. Natural instinct, like walking and talking took a bit to recover, but he didn't forget his natural functions.

[ANNABELLE KRYSTAMARIE TORIELLO]

Annabelle had stopped into a dinner for lunch. She had a few more hours before her next dance class. She usually would be training at this time, but she had been out for a run and decided to get a bit to eat and relax and take it easy for a bit, she had ordered some chips, and a burger. She wasn’t one of them sissy girls. She had an iced coffee with her meal, and was sat in a booth by her lonesome every once and again skimming the people. You never know when a demon will pop up. Vampires come out at night, but demons any time of the day. She had to be on guard at all times.

Most of the peoples she seen in there were normals. She usually seen them around town. There was one particular unusual character she hadn’t seen there before, but you know there are always tourists about. He was picking at his food, but not eating it. Which she found odd. The waitress went and got him some more coffee. She felt like a bit of a stalker surveying this strange man. She went back to eating her chips and listened to the waitress console the other waitress that just suffered from a really bad break up. Poor Dear having to suffer threw that. It was why she didn’t get herself wrapped up in relationships. Why get wrapped up to get hurt like that woman clearly is.

All of the sudden there had been a crash, and the man she had been surveying had broken the mug of coffee and jumped up from his seat before the coffee reached him. He had quick reflexes apparently. Everyone was now looking at him. He had apologized to the waitress and said that he was a klutz. He had then moved to the counter. The people close to him turned their heads and went back to their business, and didn’t want him to know of their curiosity. She got out of her booth, and went up to the counter for a refill on her ice coffee. “ Are you okay?” she asked in a sweet soft voice. the news was on about some mysterious killings and monster sightings. She shook her head. “ I am Annabelle, and you are?” she asked attempting to introduce herself. Would he blow her off or talk to her?

He didn't know her so it wouldn't be a surprise to her if he did blow her off. Who wants to talk to a weird stranger. She was curious as to what happened with that coffee cup. What set him off. Was he okay? Is he lost? Various questions running rampid and it did look like he could use a friend right now more then anything and maybe she could be a friend. Everyone kept whispering about him. Poor guy. “ You would think people have better things to do then to sit and stare” She said shaking her head, and watching the sight on the screen and them talking about the victims in the slaughter. “ It's a shame what happened to them don't you think? ” She said trying to make some conversation.

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[michaeladamwalsh]

When she sat next to him and spoke, he seemed to jump slightly, he wasn't expecting some one to formally communicate with him. His strange inquires repelled people away from him, even if they were infected with curiosity. "Yea...I'm fine, thank you." he said with a wide smile, rubbing one of his hands across the back of his neck, he seemed tense from some sort of stress. He did look at her but his eyes averted from direct contact. His mind trailed back the first memories ever created in his mind, unfortunately most of his memories didn't date very far back. The tight space that concealed his body, the pain of all those I.V.s. Shadow in his realm opened up to sense, touching the metal grate floor, smelling the damp underground stench, and hearing the echo of solemn silence.

Simple functions, like the ability to speak and walk were delayed by an hour, literacy and motor functions by hours. In the lucid state of confusion, he could still remember the ardent texture of cold dog tags dangling from his chest, the ruts of an engraved title that wasn't comprehensible. "Michael..." he said with a short smile, his voice sounded confused, like needed assurance that Michael was his real name. That's what those tags said; Michael Adam Walsh, underneath it was a series of numbers and then a project title.

"People can say what they want. I'm happy." his chin lifted so he could view the pixel screen above the counter. The anchor discussed the brutal slaughter of several people in one night, there wasn't any suspects, but they were still advising alert for the citizens. A new waitress, the one suffering from her harsh break- up approached Michael, she placed a new mug before him and began to pour some coffee into it. "Sorry about your coffee sir, this one won't be extra charge." He smiled at the gesture and let her pour the heated liquid into the mug. Michael felt it again, the sudden weight of utter sadness resting upon his shoulders, slowly pushing down with more pressure.

"Who would do such a thing?" he asked as rhetorical question. He coughed into his forearm and he breathed heavily, his sadness was too vast to bare. "It's a disaster."he mumbled taking a napkin and blowing his nose into it, he appeared hysterically sympathetic towards the homicide. "I'm sorry, I can't seem to control myself." he apologized replacing the napkin with the mug in his hand and taking a sip. His choice of words were interesting; can't. control. myself. the man from outside on his phone walked in and yelled a farewell and closed the device.

Michael noticed the man entered the diner and he gently set his mug down, using the tips of his fingers to push the glass away, a cautious attempt to avoid breaking another dish. The sporadic mesh of emotions dissipated and his own control freed his mind. "I'm sorry Annabelle. This probably wasn't the best meeting you could have with a complete stranger." he laughed out of awkward situation, not lack of confidence. His hand fished through his pocket and brought out assorted payment for his meal. Michael didn't look homeless, but his collection of assorted change hinted the possibility or unemployment.

Stealing wasn't a habit of Michael's anymore, he worked for scrap money from odd jobs about the Villa, of course he relocated from his 'birth' town. His ligaments touched the round change, his lips moving with each number he counted, dividing the money to compensate his expenses. "It was definitely a pleasure meeting you." he said glancing over his shoulder at her, he had a nice comforting smile spread across his defined jaw.

[ANNABELLE KRYSTAMARIE TORIELLO]

Annabelle always had been the bit of a head strong type. She is a little bit overly cocky at times. Thinking she can’t be hurt with all the extensive training she does, but there are things out there that could hurt her. She isn’t afraid to approach a stranger seeing as she is one that can take care of herself. She had no issues what so ever talking to this man. Some wouldn't do what she just did and that was walk over and sit beside him. Most shy away from the strange and un normal. For all they know he could be a psycho killer, but did that stop her. Nope. She asked if he was okay. He did seem to freak a little when the glass shattered and she did want to be sure he was okay. he had told her that he was fine, and thanked her. “ No Problem.” She replied as if it was the most simple and easiest gesture in the world. He seemed a little stressed the way he rubbed the back of his neck, but it would probably be to bold of her to ask if he was sure he was okay and if anything was bothering him. It was none of her concern right?

She noticed he averted eye contact when he spoke to her. When he introduced himself he seemed a bit unsure and uneasy like he didn’t know if that was his name for sure. It made her raise a brow for a moment, but it soon faltered and she put on a smile. “ It is a pleasure to meet you"

[/i]people did seem to whisper things about him, but he was right they could say what they like as long as he is happy that is what matters right? “Some people just have no lives and well as long as you are happy and it doesn’t bug you thats good. I know some can’t stand being talked about and just leave due to being uncomfortable..” she hoped that she wasn’t making him uneasy and uncomfortable being here and talking to him.

The waitress brought him over another cup of coffee and told him it would be no charge and that was really sweet of her. She really had no clue who would do such a thing but she had an idea of what demon’s and vampires. Nasty buggers. She hated them with a passion. He seemed really sympathetic because of what had happened and coughed and blew he nose telling her that he couldn’t help himself. It just showed he had some kind of compassion towards people he doesn’t know and that isn’t always a bad thing. It was sweet in it’s own way. “It’s okay, it is a horrible tragedy. I don’t blame you. So many killings it is getting bad. Someone needs to put a stop to this.” She had said, shaking her head once more. When the waitress came by she asked for a refill on her iced coffee. He had been sipping on his drink till a man came in on a cell phone and he put it down, and pushed it away which made her wonder why..

He had apologized to her telling her this probably wasn’t the best meeting that she could have had with a complete stranger and had an awkward laugh that followed. She just grinned and shrugged her shoulders softly her hair moving and toppling down the front over her shoulders as she did so. “Don’t worry about it. It wasn’t bad or too strange and you must say it could have been worse you know.” She had replied and grabbing her iced coffee from the waitress as it was put in front of her taking a sip letting her lips suck over the straw as he fished threw his pockets for money. He looked like he was a little short on cash or didn’t have much on him.

It made her more and more curious about him. He seemed a little unsure of what his name was and had up and down emotions. He wasn’t an escapee from a mental ward was he? It didn’t matter if he was she didn’t care. He seemed normal for the most part and sweet and sincere. She watched with interest as he counted over what he had. He had told her that it was a pleasure meeting her. She was glad that he thought so. He had a smile upon his well defined features. So it seemed sincere. She really did wonder about him with his lack of cash, and how stressed he seemed to be maybe he was on the run from someone or something. “Don’t worry, about that Michael. I got it.” she had told him. Would he refuse her offer of paying for his drink and his meal. She could be a nice and charitable person. She does a lot of charity actually seeing as she helps hunt down the demons, but that is a secret. It isn’t like she is strapped for cash either. “ Are you from around here?” she asked she was a bit curious and wanted to see if he would dodge the question.

TAGS: Michael Adam Walsh
WORD COUNT: 1047 according to the in post counter
PLACE: A Local Diner
WEARING: Jogging Clothing
OOC COMMENTS: I hope this works if it doesn't just drop me a pm and I will change it.





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[michaeladamwalsh]

The way she spoke about other people and their decisions implied that she put a lot of thought into the dynamics of human beings. Michael saw a lot of himself in that theory. She was very accepting of his uncommon behavior, she seemed curious like he was some sort of specimen. The feeling of being surveyed didn't bother him, even the slightest bit, he was used to people gawking at his abnormal disposition. His fingers lifted from the collection of metal underneath his tips, each ligament shook slightly, nothing too noticeable, but a heavy surveillance would expose the dysfunction of muscle. He bit his lower lip gently and turned his face towards the new acquaintance, his eyes still glued to the marble counter, he seemed embarrassed about the lack of funds, but any sequacious human being would.

"Thanks." his manners never failed. He swept the side of his palm across the smooth surface, shuffling the money back into his pocket. Annabelle asked is he was native to the villa, Michael being a completely honest person answered with integrity. "I don't know." he slowly pronounced, his brow lifted and his face composed confusion upon his chiseled feature. "I guess you could say I am." he added leaning onto the counter and folding his arms across the span. He casually look over at her with his vivid blue hues, the sincerity in his expression preceded his innocent interior. "There's only three stationary places I've ever been in my entire life and this is the one I'm in now."He implied that he traveled a lot and didn't have a stable abode.

His eyes shifted back to the television. "It's a tragedy that people die like that, but the part about it that means most to me is that they have families somewhere that miss them and love them, have hatred for their executor. They passed away with a whole plate of memories, etched in stone. They had their beginning, they had their middle and now it's their end. They're going to be remembered for what they did, who they were known by and what they were known for." his lips parted as he realized he began to ramble on an irrelevant tangent.

He lowered his gaze back the counter, his index tracing the circular patterns in the marble. "Despite all of that, it's still a sad thing."His face scrunched into concern as he picked up the emotion from a source. He had no understanding of the ability or even the knowledge abilities like empathy existed. "Are you sure you could handle paying for me? I'm concerned that you might need it for later." his hand reached over and gently rested on Annabelle's forearm. After that statement he shook his head slightly as though he was shaking out of some sort of trance, he lifted his hand and drew it back towards his own figure. "Oh...um..Sorry...I should be going."

[ANNABELLE KRYSTAMARIE TORIELLO]

Annabelle always was curious like a kitten, but could be very well disciplined as well. She took dance and martial arts of various sorts training on would say for what she was to become. What she does now in the night. She had offered to pay for his drink and his meal. She was curious about him like any other. So she was probably surveying him up like he is some kind of weirdo, but she didn’t mean anything by it. She does like to study people. Perhaps a little bit too much. He had thanked her for saying she had it and would pay for it so he took her offer and that was good. He seemed to be having a rough day and it was the least she could do.

“ Your very welcome, Michael. It is my pleasure, and my treat you seem like a very nice bloke.” She had told him and it was the honest truth. He did seem like a very nice bloke. She had also asked him if he was from around here and was trying to see if he would avoid the question which he didn’t and simply told her he didn’t know. She wondered if he suffered from a loss and some tragedy like the one on the TV. Were they to late again? She tended to beat herself up a little when innocents get killed and they were to late or didn’t save them.

She watched as confusion spread upon his features. He didn’t have to answer her only if he had wanted too. He told her that he could say that he is and that this is one place he comes to often and implied to her that he travels a lot. Maybe he was one of them travelling sales type. He didn’t look like he was a homeless man in the least really. Sure he was short on cash, but that means nothing really right? She wasn’t one to judge really unless you are a demon then she hates you with a passion. “ Do you like it here?” She asked, after he implied that he moves around a lot there had to be something that drew him in to stay around here. Perhaps he has family from here who knows.

He had shifted his eyes to the TV he seemed very compassionate about other people especially how he spoke about the sad injustices on the TV it was sad and a lot of people would miss them greatly especially other family members. She listened to his words. Watching as he spoke and seemed to go into a bit of a ramble, but it wasn’t a bad thing at all. She liked it. It was good for him too probably to let it out with how he said he couldn’t control himself. It was good to talk to someone at times. She isn’t a shrink or anything, but she is a good listener when she wants to be. She was interested in what he had to say.

It was sad when people are only known for how they died being slain in a brutal murder. Only family and friends remembering what they were like and who they were. Soon this tragedy will be forgotten by most. She wouldn’t forget. Demons did this to them. How could she forget. He own thoughts wandered about those on the TV and if it was her fault. She really did beat herself up about stuff like this at times, but shrugged it off.. “You are right it is. We are living in some dark times I would say.” It was crazy times really with all the murders and vampires and the massive amounts of demons out there that most haven’t the slightest clue about thinking they are all nice and safe. Is anyone ever safe?

He had reached over resting his hand on her forearm and it wasn’t something she expected, but it was a kind gesture, and she smiled softly as if reassuring him seeing as he was concerned that he was putting her out by paying for him. “ I am sure. It is no problem or hassel it is my pleasure really it is.” She said sweetly. Was she the only one that ever approached him besides the waitress or was this the first time that he had been in this place. He did say this was one place he stayed around so he had to come here often right. He had pulled his hand away, and seemed to shake himself out of a daze..

“Are you all right?” she asked a bit concerned maybe he wasn’t feeling well. He had apologized to her, but for what was it because he touched her. He had then told her that he should be going. “All right if you are sure you are okay. You don’t have to leave, but you probably have places to be I am sure. Perhaps we will run into each other again sometime? It was a pleasure meeting you..”She hoped that she didn’t scare him off or anything. She was trying to be a friend. He did look like he could use one. “ I own a dance studio a few blocks from here if you are going to be around and if you ever need any help” She had told him. He could take her up on her offer or turn her down on her offer if he ever needs help, but she would never know if he needs help would she?

TAGS: Michael Adam Walsh
WORD COUNT: 1093 according to the in post counter
PLACE: A Local Diner
WEARING: Jogging Clothing
OOC COMMENTS: I hope this works if it doesn't just drop me a pm and I will change it.

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[michaeladamwalsh]

She had asked him if he liked it here. "It's good enough, can't be picky with what you're offered." the place had no ties to his heart, that was very clear, he was just there to be there, an existing entity like every stranger on the planet. He then decided to dictate his speech about people being remembered and their value to others. Internally he felt ill, emotions surging through him faster than the very air he breathed. After he announced that he had to leave he stood up from his seat at the counter. A lot of customers turned their heads to watch their interest leave the premises. Michael still faced the counter, his gaze down at the marble top, his index and middle finger tracing the darker lines in the solid mixture.

Was he alright? the question seemed nauseating to him; he also felt like he was literally going to regurgitate. He finally paid attention to his audience, resting his sight on each individual for a moment before moving to the next. With every persona different channel flipped on inside of him, he could almost tell what they were thinking, based on the way he felt when he looked at them. He didn't even realize it but he was creating another scene that influenced inquiries. The changes within his system started to work in over-drive; to add on he didn't even understand what or why something so strange happens to him.

He felt warm liquid drip across his upper lip and he lifted a hand to swipe away the blood from his nose. Some elderly women gasped and whispered to each other in disgust, assuming he was some druggie or delinquent. Something was relatively strange about the blood of Michael Walsh, it had a rougher texture and a few shades darker than a regular human's blood. Out of normal caution Michael quickly concealed the evidence in a napkin.

Automatically, he held out a hand to Annabelle, waving her concern away politely. "I'm fine, don't worry about it." he assured pinching the napkin to his nose. His head moved in a quick motion, like he was trying to get something out of his mind, or was something trying to get in? Finally the waitress began to cry behind the counter, adding onto the anomaly, she had suffered silently enough for one day. Michael seemed to get upset again, his face strained with complex emotion.

The man with the cell phone was actually her ex and he started yelling at her for creating a scene. everything turned into complete chaos in moments. Michael lifted his hands to his ears, releasing the napkin from his nose. "EVERYONE JUST STOP!" he yelled out as blood continued to drip down off of his chin. His blood wouldn't give away the fact he was inhuman, but only a hematologist could tell the difference.

[ANNABELLE KRYSTAMARIE TORIELLO]

Annabelle was told when she had asked him if he liked it here he had told her it was good enough and that you couldn’t be picky so maybe she would see him about again. She would like that he does seem like a nice bloke and she did need to start hanging about people her own age.. instead of children. She is around them a lot during the day and some of the evening. “ Your so right.” she had replied to his comment of not being picky and have to be happy with what you are given.

He had told her that he had to leave and well she couldn’t stop him if he wanted to leave and had to ask if he was okay. He was acting strange. He had gotten up and had been trailing his finger on the marble and he didn’t look so good like something was wrong. Then suddenly he started dripping blood. She gasped in shock at the sight. Was he ill? He had taken a napkin and placed it over his nose. She asked if he was okay and he told her that he was fine and not to worry, but how could she not worry he was bleeding . Should she get him to the hospital? he had held a hand out waving her concern about him away, but that didn’t stop her from being worried.

The woman was behind the counter crying once more. She hated seeing woman cry, and the bastard began to yell at her some more about making a scene and she turned to face him and just growled under her breath. It was ass wads like him that make all guys look bad. Annabelle wanted to just deck the yelling man in the face and kick his ass and tell the woman that she deserved better then a punk ass like this. Any woman deserves better. All hell broke lose and bickering and whispers began to fly it was a chaotic mad house in there.

She had turned to see if Michael was all right and he was holding his ears the napkin had fallen and he was bleeding like crazy now, and he yelled for everyone to stop it like they were doing his head in royal were they. She had grabbed some Napkins. “Michael you’re not okay! I think you should let me take you to see someone.” She had told him, pulling money out of her pocket and leaving it on the counter and told the ladies to keep the change. She had taken the napkins and held it up to his nose. This place was bad for him at this time. It was doing something to him. She didn’t know what. She couldn’t tell that his blood was different . She had tried to escort him out. He could tell her to go away, but she may not listen. He could take the tissues and stalk out himself. She wanted to help thought.


TAGS: Michael Adam Walsh
WORD COUNT: 613ish according to the in post counter
PLACE: A Local Diner
WEARING: Jogging Clothing
OOC COMMENTS: I hope this works if it doesn't just drop me a pm and I will change it. It kind of stinkers.

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[michaeladamwalsh]

Michael wasn't reluctant accepting Annabelle's help, he could sense her concern. He allowed her to help him outside the diner, his pace was staggered, but he didn't fall or topple over her. Once they were outside Michael released his form from her support and leaned against the glass window; the title painted on. He took the napkins from Annabelle and pinched his nose in them, leaning the crown of his head back against the pane. After a few moments he released his nose and inhaled fresh outside air. "Thank you....again." he spoke with gratitude as he titled his head over to look at her, his thin lips pulled into a wide crescent smile.

His vivid blue hues shifted to the background beyond Annabelle and he turned away to clean the rest of the blood from his face. His nose bleed ceased, but the incident was still an anomaly, especially since it bled that badly without cause of injury. "Crazy day huh?" he said motioning his head towards the interior of the diner. He seemed guilty of some sort and tried to brush off the entire scene with a silly comment. "Never plan these things." he could tell his silly attempts to change the subject were ineffective. He crumbled the dirty napkins within his palms and he lowered his chin to watch his action.

"Medically speaking, I guess you could say I get chronic nosebleeds." his tone never ceased to seem unsure when he answered personal questions, but he still didn't bluntly explain why. Amnesia. It was difficult accepting the fact that his whole life was erased, let alone informing other people of his devastation. "I've never actually seen a doctor about it." he said with an uneasy chuckled, continuing to crumble the napkins into a ball.

"Being nice to strangers might be a common thing for you Annabelle, but just caring...." he looked at her, his wide smile shrunk slightly to compose sincerity. "Is something that isn't common. Thank you." he felt joy and it was his own emotion. He took the crumbled ball of paper and shot for the outside trash bin as though he were some sort of basketball champ. Without fail he made it in. "It's my turn now. You from around here?"

He found his irony amusing and he chuckled with another wide defined grimace. She asked all of the questions, but now he deemed it his turn.

[ANNABELLE KRYSTAMARIE TORIELLO]

The man picking on the waitress was really getting to her so it was good she needed to help Michael out other wise she may get a little nasty and have to smack the dude around. Teach him a lesson. The woman did deserve better then that guy. She escorted him outside, and he had pulled away once they were outside where he leaned against a window. People were probably still chattering about and she was concerned that he wasn’t okay. He had leaned his head back and had taken the napkins to help stop the bleeding. He really was an interesting person. There were tons of things that could explain the massive nose bleed..

She had stepped back to give him some space and sort of peered in one of the shops windows for a minute before, looking back at him. The blood seemed to have stopped which that was good. She thought he really should see someone about that, but she couldn’t make him go to a doctor. He had thanked her once again. She smiled softly, “ Your Welcome. .” She replied softly and brushed her hair out of her face. The wind had started to blow and had been blowing her tresses in her face.

He had been fixing up his face the blood that had been on it, and mentioned that it was a crazy day. It was a bit up there on the scale, but she has seen worse days and had crazier, but that was a secret really. She is an anti slayer so she has seen some pretty fucked up stuff. “You could say that. It has been a bit strange, but I am sure it could be worse right?” she replied to that. He had told her how it was never the plan. He couldn’t possibly plan something like that and it wasn’t his fault. “ Sometimes things just happen and they are not anyone’s fault and there is nothing that can be done about it and your just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Perhaps that is what happened today”She said with a small shrug of the shoulder. It was utter chaos in there still. The man was still yelling at his ex.

He seemed to think he had chronic nose bleeds, but that answer seemed a little unsure, but she didn’t know that. He had told her he never had it checked out. she leaned against the wall. “ One day you should have that looked at, Michael. It could be serious.” She had stated full of concern. She does care about people if she didn’t she wouldn’t be risking her ass to save them all the time killing the things that lurk in the night and other nasty critters. He had looked at her and told her that being nice to people might be common for her, but caring isn’t something that is common. It was probably something that didn’t happen to him often.

He had thanked her again. She still had a grin upon her lips as she skimmed inside the diner once again. “ Your Welcome, again.” She had told him. He was a nice bloke, why shouldn’t she care or try to help. Sure it could get her killed one of these days but she can handle her own. She watched as Michael had tossed the bloody napkin in the bin. “ Nice shot..”The tables had now turned and he was asking her the questions she had been asking him. He probably thought she was being nosey. She sort of was .. she doesn’t mind being questioned though. He deserved some answers. “ Yeah I am. I grew up around here.. I live a few blocks away, and own a dance studio in the same area. It is a nice place for the most part..” she had told him in reply to his question.

“ I hope what happened in there won’t scare you off and think this place is a bad place. The food here is great. I come here often so some of the ladies know me.” She had explained. It could be too much info and maybe something that he didn’t want to know, but she told him anyway. She could still hear the bloke having a go at his girl. She hoped they would stop soon or toss him out something he needed to go.

She couldn’t help,but to think poor dear having to deal with that and it was sad they all had to witness this. It made her wonder if the man beats the woman the way he speaks to her. Hell if anyone spoke to her that way she wouldn’t stand it and something would have to be done. She closed her eyes taking in the wind that blown by once more it was a lovely day out for once, but the weather always was unpredictable. “ Lovely day don’t you think?.” She asked opening her eyes back up and looking a him with a soft smile and waited to see if there was anything else he would ask her.


TAGS: Michael Adam Walsh
WORD COUNT: 1035 ish according to the in post counter
PLACE: A Local Diner
WEARING: Jogging Clothing
OOC COMMENTS: sorry i tend to ramble at times most of the times about nothing at all so i hope this works for you..

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