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Post by ORNELLA BELLEFLUER on Sept 10, 2013 4:23:40 GMT
THE ROCKS WITH HOLES ARE WARM IN MY HAND Billiards could follow a bad day at work. Ornella was too upset to go home. A cake had fallen, and there was hardly enough time to remake something worthy of the bride. Flour was still stuck under her nails when she set her coat on the stool of the bar, and she turned to face the table, setting her hand on the corner of it. A tired pushiness, like a spoiled child, overwhelmed her expression.
Siren's Song was a lazy hang-out near her apartment. She could wind-down to the humble piano and beer. It wouldn't do Justice any good to hear her complain, and since the event had been a hopeless disaster, work had ended early.
Ornella didn't know if there was a game up - but someone was holding the familiar stick - and she wanted in. LAIKA OF GS! |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2013 1:24:40 GMT
Noémi was getting bored.
You could only have so much fun at a bar before you were looking to leave. Things bottled up like that, especially when this place had the feel of a back alley pub. Which it was, there was no denying that.
Despite her internal whining that she should be at an airport bar, or at least a classy hotel one, she was here. That's because Noémi knew she had to switch it up to stay interesting. That didn't mean she liked it.
She picked up a pool stick, deciding to try to stick up a game or leave. Rubbing the chalk on the end absent mindedly, she looked around the bar. At once she decided she didn't want to flirt, and pointed the stick at a blonde who was watching her anyway. "You look bored. Want in?"
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Post by ORNELLA BELLEFLUER on Oct 3, 2013 11:52:54 GMT
THE ROCKS WITH HOLES ARE WARM IN MY HAND "Do I look bored?" she said, stepping closer and picking up a stick with a drained slowness. She could feel her cell phone humming in the slim pocketbook slung over her shoulder, and she promptly flicked it out, frowned at the caller ID, and thumbed the ignore button. Hello Kitty waved to her from the background on the screen held in a baby pink rubber sheath, all of the happiness and fuzziness that she couldn't exude anymore. It was the end of the day.
Noemi was a midnight woman, one of posh mystery, with the hint of a foreign accent or a looseness of tongue from a couple shots. Ornella ought to recognize French because her husband speaks it, but she doesn't. She stares at the pool table, pulling the balls together for the frame while her opponent rubs the chalk. "I just haven't played in a while. You'll probably win, you know?" LAIKA OF GS! @noemi |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 4, 2013 22:57:53 GMT
She licked her lips and tilted her head to watch the girl decline a call - ah, so she was running from something. That made Noémi smile. There was common ground then.
"Ah, well," Nae started, smiling fondly at the girl. The gesture seemed alien, but only if you knew her well. She'd gotten good at faking a few things. "I've never played - you're the one at an advantage." As if to demonstrate, she passed the pool stick awkwardly from hand to hand.
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Post by ORNELLA BELLEFLUER on Oct 5, 2013 0:06:41 GMT
THE ROCKS WITH HOLES ARE WARM IN MY HAND The woman's smile was a guilty comfort like the lighter for the cigarettes Ornella thought she wouldn't touch again. She never liked the smell, but there are days it is difficult to relax, and old stresses returned. It was nice to giggle at her new friend's awkward pool stick grip. She set her purse away on a stool. "You'll still probably win," she said with tight optimism.
"Look - like this if you're just beginning," she continued, leaning over the green mat and curling a finger over the wood to keep the strike steady. "And like this when you're more comfortable." Her curled fingers split into the classic 'V'. The balls were all set up. "You look like the kind of woman who might play a lot? Well, first hit is on me," she sighed, leaning away, as if wanting to play but to tired to really do more than watch in the end. LAIKA OF GS! @noemi |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 9, 2013 4:41:15 GMT
Nae leaned over the table, rolled her eyes where the blonde couldn't see and spoke over her shoulder. "Looks can be deceiving." She hit the cue ball squarely, but her aim was off.
She stood with a hand on her hips. "Although - I'm guessing you don't come places like this often." She brushed a ringlet over her shoulder. "Don't worry, me either." She winked.
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Post by ORNELLA BELLEFLUER on Oct 11, 2013 15:12:52 GMT
THE ROCKS WITH HOLES ARE WARM IN MY HAND "Not since I was younger," Ornella mused, biting her lip as she looked off into the space of the dim bar. Glasses clinked from the kitchens, and the lighting was a warm, soft yellow that colored the darkness more than it could press through it. "I was on my way home, and I needed to relax," she explained, leaning her hip on the pool table and looking back at the other woman. Canada had its woodland pubs, and though not exactly urban, the same wave of isolation and loneliness filled this bar too.
"Nice shot - it was good for someone who's just starting," her voice grew with honey, suddenly. "So what brought you here?" LAIKA OF GS! @noemi |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2013 1:38:02 GMT
She had a knack for looking good, looking like a natural at unfamiliar tasks.
Call it incredible acting - a life long, but subtle, dedication to the art.
"Stressful day at - what?" She ventures, presses a manicured finger to her chin. "What do you do?" Part of Nae wants to be sardonic and biting and ask if she works at the poshest botique around, because that's the general vibe she gets from the girl. Worries don't seem to cling to her.
Not that Noémi knows what hardship is, anyway.
Then she smiles. "I didn't want to feel obligated to go home with anyone." Because anywhere else the men flash their wallets and their smilies - teeth like pearls that she'd inevitably rip out of their mouths, just for fine jewelry. She could hardly help herself anymore.
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Post by ORNELLA BELLEFLUER on Nov 18, 2013 23:25:59 GMT
THE ROCKS WITH HOLES ARE WARM IN MY HAND "OH!... Um have you heard of that little pastry shop on main? It was a pretty big day there," Ornella confided, taking a deep breath. "It's a big worry that we're still not out of the starting-up costs." A storm crossed her face at the thought, softened by the waves of confection of her hair.
"Better to not be think too much about it though," she added, and then, went to take her shot.
"I didn't want to feel obligated to go home with anyone," the woman said with a dark, taciturn glance away, smiling luxuriously to herself.
Ornella could not empathize with the meaning that weighed in her new friend's voice. Yes, there is a burden to devotion. A tiresomeness of intertwining your life with others. But Ornella clawed for that burden tooth and nail because being alone frightened her. It's why she loved the Siren's Song: Even though it was always relaxing, it was never entirely empty. She loved this conversation. She loved this woman. A moment passed in which Ornella reflected over this and took a couple more shots before her turn ended. Ornella's obligations never felt like obligations. Justice, her business, they were her devotions.
"Bad day yourself?... May I ask what you do?" she asked, unable to leave the thought in silence. Unable to say 'I know what you mean.' LAIKA OF GS! @noemi |
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