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Post by Deleted on Apr 21, 2014 18:22:20 GMT
She was sitting on the park bench at the usual time, disposable coffee cup in her hand as she intermittently took sips and waited. Everything about Yuliya was cold, calculated and unapproachable, just as she liked it. No one was going to bother her with steel dagger eyes and a mouth set in a line so sharp it could cleave a diamond. While some people adopted a bitch face to avoid confrontation, Yuliya's was all natural.
It might seem strange, then, that she was waiting for someone. It was a strange story about how she'd met Leslie, a story she didn't full comprehend herself, but she wasn't going to deny some sort of companionship. While she generally didn't like other people, someone like Leslie who was so similar to herself was acceptable. If she was open to just anyone sitting on that park bench with her she'd end up with a drunk homeless person or some bubbly college student, or something along those lines.
Glancing at the time on her cell phone she looked up as she put it away, seeing him approach. Sipping her coffee again she waited until he sat next to her, crossing her legs as she looked out at the people in the park with her dark-lined, cold eyes.
"You're late today," was all she said in greeting.
@leslie // they srsly are gonna judge ppl in the park
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Post by Deleted on Apr 21, 2014 22:36:50 GMT
leslie usually didn't participate in any social activity. willingly, anyway. his menacing personality and the constant angry look on his face tended to ward others away, which was perfectly fine with him. he hated interacting with people anyway.
which is why his daily meeting with yuliya was probably one of the strangest things he's ever done. if someone ever asked leslie what the duo did everyday during their meetup, he'd probably grimace and say, "watch people." that is, if he didn't beat them up first. leslie didn't really let people know anything about his life.
yuliya's greeting as he approached made his pissed-off expression appear even more pissed-off, and he clicked his tongue in annoyance. "sorry, your highness, i was taking a shit," he responded, taking a seat on the other side of the park bench. he took a sip of the coffee he held, not bothered in the slightest by the temperature. "so," he said after a moment of silence. "who do we have today?"
@yuliya / bring on the judging
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Post by Deleted on Apr 25, 2014 23:23:15 GMT
Through thick, mascara-laden eyelashes she watched him sit, giving her some of his usual snark. Anyone else might take offense to that, of course, and if anyone else had said something like that to her, it wouldn't have been pretty. But somehow the designer and the secretary had an understanding, and his remark even pulled a slight smirk out of her - a crooked one that only tugged at one corner of her red lips.
After he was situated, she took a sip of coffee shortly after he had lowered his own cup. Both pairs of eyes looked out at the park, watching people mill about in their daily lives. It was a weekday, of course, so while the two of them were on a break from their respective jobs, most of the people in the park were either students or parents not confined by the chains of a full-time job.
"One o'clock," she said after a moment, eyes flitting over to her right to focus on a poor soul who was trying to play guitar and sing for tips, even though he was failing terribly and the wind kept whipping his sheet music away.
@leslie
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