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Because I enjoy these interaction threads and I am always ravenous for more
Like the title says, your OC is set up on a blind date with the OC above you! Does the date go well? Does it go poorly? How do they react to the sight of their date? Will there be a second date after? The possibilities are endless!
Rules:
1) No characters under the age of 18.
2) Keep these dates PG-13 at most!
3) Claiming is not required, but it is highly recommended!
4) Three sentence minimum! Something that shows that you read about the character above you!
First person to post gets a free reply yoooooooo have fun!
Ty was super nervous. A blind date was something particularly bold for him to try out but he wanted so desperately to try and come out of his shell. Once he gave his reservation to the clerk, they led him to the table where Brown was already waiting for him.
Wow. She was way older than him- but damn it, he wasn't going to back down. Who knows? This could be a long, happy relationship he's looking over just by judging on age alone.
"Um, hi...my name is Ty. You must be...?" He said, introducing himself to his date. "Very nice to meet you."
After they had placed their orders, Ty decided to get to know her a bit better.
"So what is it that you do for a living? Me, I'm a student in college currently...I uh...I'm really into poetry. I'd like to write a big poem anthology one day." Please don't ask to hear any of my poetry, he thought to himself. He gets so nervous having to read his stuff to others.
Miron blinked blankly, staring at the other with a vague disinterest. It had been Hetty's idea to set him up on something like this, thinking that interacting with others could perhaps quell his constant state of grief. So far...It wasn't working. Not by a long shot. The ghoul pressed one of his hands to his cheek, leaning into it as he stared Ty up and down for a moment.
"You do poetry huh?" Miron mused, "I knew someone a long time ago who did poetry as well."
With a sad snort he continued, "Perhaps those words one day will be all that's left of you. Interesting, how people will probably care more about it then."
This...was not going to end well. The ghost was going to continue to be a downer, wasn't he?
Sometimes the usual late night scene became dull, and predictable, the same types, the same age range -- god nothing was a greater thorn in his side than hoping for a good time only to be reminded of how... old he was getting. If not the night scene then perhaps he'd have better luck perusing the smaller bars, though those regulars preferred just to drown their woes, find a sympathetic buddy to talk at for a while, and leave it at that.
Or, maybe, just maybe, he'd take up this blind date offering from his colleague. Worst that could happen, it'd all be a huge joke at his expense and there would... well, there would be a sudden job vacancy at the firm...
Still, as Linus sized up the man at the table even he had to admit the effort seemed... genuine. Not his usual type -- preferred 'em with darker hair, typically -- but good looking enough. Normal everyman type, on the outside at least. The inside? Well--
"Mr. Kennedy is it?" He plastered on his charismatic workplace smile as he extended a hand, as if greeting a business associate. "Linus Hower. Esquire--" Aaand out came the business card. "Sorry to keep you waiting -- hope you've ordered drinks at least."
Date though it may be, Linus remained guarded, professional... appropriate. As was best practice -- one slip of the tongue, one suspicious statement and this man would go sailing right to the cops. ... unless... ... unless...
Unless Mr. Kennedy here had just as many skeletons in his closet. The very thought marred Linus's perfect perfunctory smile, gave it life. Now that would be an interesting topic of conversation...
Blind dates had never been something Natasha was particularly against or for. She didnt dislike the idea in fact one could even say she enjoyed the thought given as it was something she had never done before and oh did she love to learn new things. However the actual science of a blind date..Well it left something to be desired. Her fingers tapped against the wood legs crossing as she hummed a song. He showed up exactly on time while she had been early. Again no particular reason she had been early besides the fact she was done singing for the night. She wondered vaugly How her boss had met the man but rather quickly dismissed the thought as it wasnt something in her particular intrest at this moment.
Right away she noticed his professional and closed off behaviour. Though he smiled it didn't reach his eyes. It was like looking at a painting yet there was no substance or meaning to it. Natasha took his hand however her slender fingers softly wrapping around the males hand and she smiled coyly. "Natasha Markov though you can call me Tasha." She said with a smile before realising his hand. Her smile was mysterious one that would be impossible to tell what shes thinking. "Lets get drinks yes? " she sad taking the card and putting it in her purse for a later time.
She paused for a moment and turned to touch the others face with her finger. "You have a cute face, though your eyes..they hide something. " she said then smiled Michivously. "I like you." She said with a nod before sliding her finger away from under his chin. "Well are you going to accompany a lady to the bar to get a drink?" She asked as if nothing had happened mere seconds ago.
Ethan was trembling like a leaf, dressed in his finest suit, meaning he was in a tuxedo from high school prom. The date hadn't even begun and he was already drenched in sweat. God, he hadn't been this nervous in... forever! The minute he'd met Natasha it was love at first sight, she was just so... mature, and beautiful, and mysterious, and mature! It got to a point where he couldn't stop thinking about her, so, even as the nervous wreck he was, he asked her out. And... she said yes!! Well, maybe she said yes because she was under the impression that he was setting her up with a blind date, his wording had been vague.
But in the end, he was here, staring at her, completely and utterly terrified while simultaneously infatuated with her. He hadn't been this nervous since that detective barged into his apartment to arrest him!
Ethan gulped. Conversation, conversation! He needed to sway her with conversation!
"So-" Shit, his voice cracked. He cleared his throat and chuckled nervously. "S-So, how, uh... how 'bout them Cowboys?" He winced. God, that was awful. His eyes darted to the container of water at the middle of the table. "W-Would you like more water?" he asked, reaching for it. But of course, the pitcher wobbled out of his sweaty grip and spilled all over not only Natasha's food but herself. Ethan visibly shrank and turned red with humiliation, you could have easily mistaken him for a tomato.
"Ch-Check please..."
(this is an older Meg, not the 14 year old one she is now)
Meg was on a blind date. A blind date. With a guy. A guy she didn't know at all. And she, well, she was nervous. She had just finished her hair and makeup, and her nerves were on overdrive, making her wiggle her leg up and down as she sat. She sighed, got up and made her way to the door, pausing to pet her Checha, Cherry on the head. " Mommy's gotta go sweetie, wish me luck, and stay out of trouble." She said lovingly to her pet, before leaving her apartment.
They'd agreed to meet at a cafe downtown, known for it's delicious orange poundcake and fragrant flavored teas, Meg had never been here before, but liked it instantly when she walked in, the decor was nice and homey. She looked at his photo on her phone, then glanced around the cafe. He wasn't here. She was on time, wasn't she? She checked her phone again, telling herself he was just a little late, he wasn't going stand her up, and besides, there was plenty of time for him to arrive yet.
An hour passed, and she was beginning to feel hurt. He had been so sweet when they had texted and agreed to meet, he had seemed so nice, but he had stood her up, and she could feel a prickle of tears. She told herself it was stupid to be so upset about a guy she hadn't even met not showing up, but she had really hoped this time would be different, she hadn't had much luck with relationships lately, and it was beginning to make her feel like there was something wrong with her, like it was her fault. She didn't want to sit in a public place and cry, so she went to get up, when she saw a blueish black haired guy with an orange shirt shove open the door and then practically trip on his own feet. He got back up, looked for her almost panickedly then gave her a wide open grin before rushing over to her table. "Hi Meg! It's Ethan, I uh,... sorry I'm late, I, um, well, I had to change my clothes twice, cuz I got stuff on them. I got stuck in traffic, and then I ended up knocking over an entire stand of pickle jars, which I then had to help clean up, and pay for, cuz I went to the store to get you this." He pulled a very mangled looking rose out of his coat pocket, and thrusted his arm out to her to give it to her. "It looked better when I bought it." He looked sheepish, and Meg couldn't help but giggle at him, with his clothes all a mess and hair everywhere, she thought he was cute. "Well, thank you Ethan. I'm glad you finally made it, I was beginning to think you weren't coming, to be honest." WHAT! NO! I was coming, I just couldn't text you to tell that I was going to be late, cuz my phone broke. Again. For like the 3rd time this week." She looked up at him and smiled, he was adorable, and maybe just a tad bit weird, but she liked him already., "How about we order something? I hear the orange poundcake is really good..."
[Skip Me]
Simply saying that a 14 year old character in every other regard is "aged-up" for this interaction is not enough to satisfy the rules of the thread for 18+ characters only.
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Otto was perfectly comfortable in this situation, despite the nagging thought at the back of his mind that told him that he was too good for someone like this. Nevertheless, he spoke kindly to the other man, every now and then preening himself, looking over his fingernails. "The carriage should arrive soon for the show." he stated, "I'd give it fifteen more minutes or so, maybe a little less than that, but I promise you that the wait will be well worth it. It's a musical I've attended a few years ago, a small group of traveling actors... They've wonderful music... And wonderful northern wines..."
Otto smiled to himself, figuring that the show would make this date worth it in the end. The aforementioned wines were becoming scarce in recent times, so he had the highest hopes at the moment. His eyes fluttered back to Ethan and pondered if he even drank alcohol, though he supposed he would find out when they arrived to the playhouse later that evening. He liked orange juice, though, did he? So... a mimosa would do him some good, right? Otto could order him one of those cocktails, perhaps.
"A little bird told me that you were quite fond of your mother. A good thing, really. Most men take their mothers for granted." said the older man, "I was close to mine as well. She wasn't a baker, but she had other interests, I suppose. Her dolls, for example. It's a shame that most of them have been rid of, auctioned off or simply tossed away..." He fell silent and waved his hand.
"And, while I'm not sure if I share your love for oranges or hatred for grapefruits, I might be interested in hearing about either." Otto continued on, yet again switching the topic. "Do tell me a bit about them, will you? Or, perhaps, a bit more about yourself. We seem more like strangers now, but tonight, a friendship could be struck at the very least, yes?"
It's never too late to sock him in the mouth, Ethan.
the fault in our stars :/ [follow-up under spoiler...]
Was it that obvious? Otto adjusted the sleeve of his dress shirt, sending a glance towards Aika as she pointed it out, though a brush of pride ran through him. "I do." He responded, rubbing the corner of his lip with a thumb. He smiled warmly at her, perhaps quite different from his cool breath. "I chew it quite often... The leaves, the candy, either are fine... Though, I also like parsley, and perhaps you might like that a bit more than mint."
Before he could carry on about what herbs he liked to chew to conceal halitosis, the woman across from him mentioned hunting, and it was at this point his smile grew. The weather was best for hunting at this time of year. He could take his hounds with them into the woodlands, they could pick up a scent, probably that of a boar, and he could kill it himself, should she be unwilling. It wasn't often that a lady went hunting with him. All but one or two that he knew despised having to trudge through the forest, in fact.
"We've little need to stay here and order food if it's a hunt that you want." said Otto, "I always found hunting to be best when your stomach is empty. Not empty enough to be exhausting, but enough so that your mouth waters when the dogs get to tracking... You do like dogs, do you? They'd be useful at such a time, and... Well, I've got plenty of them." Six of them. Six dogs.
One can only imagine the smell that's overrun Sauveterre.
"We can leave this place, if you want." he suggested, "We can start at any time... Though, perhaps we should before the suns go under. Night hunts are difficult, but they're not the sort of challenge I enjoy..."
With a deep breath, he leaned back in his seat and looked over Aika. "I don't know if this is quite the same, but I knew someone a long time ago who enjoyed leathercraft." Otto mentioned, "He made such beautiful pieces with the tanned skins I would bring back to him and his wife. Stamping, carving... Do you have any interest in that sort of thing, my dear?"
"You like mint. A lot," Aika noted dryly. It was a strong enough smell with a human's sense of smell, but now... it felt like taking every breath as though she was at the top of a cold mountain. She supposed she could probably hold her breath if she wanted to, but... hold that thought. He might have something useful to say.
She ran her fingers along the edge of an empty wine glass before her; she looked too young to be served any. And she was. It wasn't much skin off her back... she did not particularly care for the taste. At least they did not hassle her about how she managed to get in. She was used to more... shifty establishments, but a sparsely populated bar was refreshing. Aika fixed her eyes on him, with a touch of something warm? She said, "I might enjoy hunting one night. At night- that's when the finest deer come out of hiding. I'm truthfully not as much as my sister with a bow, but I would be more than pleased to skin them. We're leatherworkers, after all."
There was something genuine in those words, for a change. She could appreciate that he was strong and devoted, but she'd like to see just how he carried it out. She also could not pass up the opportunity to skin something. Yes, she seemed quite pleased at the thought, as she sunk further back into her chair, now twirling some red hair around her fingers. "I almost wonder what a man like you is doing here in a common place. You're a far cry from the noble in my head."
At that, she gave the slightest chuckle. Now that was a feat. Especially considering she was trying to hold back her enthusiasm. One could not just throw people questions such as, What did you do to the people in your way? in a place like this. She said, "Order me whatever you enjoy. I am not picky. But I'd like to hunt- and I hope you... will not posez un lapin- that is to say, I hope you are not afraid of getting your hands dirty."
Wasn't much for deep conversation, but she was enthralled with the idea of it. Wasn't that enough? She might be disappointed if she had to make a rabbit out of him in a fit of anger.
(two horrible people? it's only natural! they're also both capricorns. its in the stars.)
This was going to be so, painfully awkward.
Tazzi padded stiffly into the restaurant, scanning the various tables for her...date. It felt so weird to call her that. She barely even knew her, why were they set up like this anyway? Her instincts had screamed to her not to go, but she would’ve felt terrible for simply leaving her hanging. That would’ve been a crappy thing to do, and Tazzi liked to think that she was a nice person.
Her multicolored orbs caught a flash of red hair and a pair of rather dazzling silver eyes...must be her, matched her description. She walked quickly to the table, head lowered slightly, sitting down in a fluid motion. “Uh...you’re Aika, right?” Probably should’ve asked that before sitting down. At the confirmation, she dragged her gaze from the table to look at the half-elven woman. She was cute, no doubt about that, but that made her feel even more awkward. Besides, she looked a little young for her...wasn’t she eighteen? Well, maybe it wasn’t that big of a deal then. It wasn’t like they were getting married or anything.
“I’m, er, Tazzi.“ She offered her a crooked, tense smile. Idiot. Of course she would know her name. Huffing, Tazzi ordered a drink, hoping that the cool alcohol would soothe her nerves. Wratt’azz’inrokini, Jedi Knight, rebel and killer of thousands of droids, afraid of talking to a girl. In her defense, a pretty girl. Clearing her throat, she forced herself to make conversation. “I don’t know too much about you, but I, ah, heard that you’re a vampire? That’s pretty cool...just don‘t drink my blood, deal?” An uneasy laugh escaped her lips. That was not funny. “A-And you’re a half-elf, right? I’m a hybrid myself. It’s tough sometimes, but at least someone might relate to me a bit.” Right? She didn’t know. What else had she heard about her?
“Oh - you like doodling? Me too, I draw sometimes. People say I’m pretty good, but I’m not one to brag.” She smiled again, a bit more naturally this time. “Hey, I know this game where we go back and forth drawing lines to make a drawing. Sort of like a collaboration. Here, I brought a pen!” Clicking it open, she grabbed a napkin and unfolded it, drawing a line and then passing both objects to her. “Just...y’know, something to pass the time until our food gets here. Maybe it’ll be fun.” The wine was working a bit, and she offered Aika a smooth wink. Maybe this date wouldn’t be so bad after all.
With a long, obnoxiously drawn-out sniff, Fitzgerald regarded the restaurant - his chosen venue, because he wouldn't embark anywhere that didn't concede all the control to him - with the utmost sense of pride. He hoped to impress his date... If only so he could show off his obviously superior status, in every sense of the word. Ew.
It wasn't like dates of this type and formality were new to him. In fact, Fitzgerald could consider himself a veteran, because though he always considered these outings as fun little games for him, there was some genuine enjoyment he found in them - mostly in the types of acquaintances he could make. I sure hope this one isn't a disappointment, silently groveled the youth as he sat himself up in his seat and brushed some dust off his leather coat, just as he heard the footsteps of someone approaching. He knew they were the steps of someone careful, who wasn't too used to the blind dating scene, and...
Honestly, he was just the slightest bit conflicted here: actually be nice to her, or be the brash bitch whom he usually was.
He made the decision by the time he could regard her properly. In contrast to his clearly refined appearance, she looked like she was... A bit casual? Fitzgerald cocked his head at her with a frown, though that didn't necessarily indicate contempt; rather, he was more curious and just a little bit confused too. A hint had drifted his way that his date would be "out of this world," but... Not like this? Fitzgerald thought, for once, it'd be a little more figurative than that.
Still, might as well give it a shot, he thought with a bite on his lip as he extended his hand and grunted, "Oh, so you must be my intended date for this roulette? Not bad, not bad..." He kept the hand out, as if expecting a handshake, then nodded. "The name's Fitzgerald, by the way. I don't think I've seen anyone like you before, and that's likely for the best. At least it'll be interesting that way, hm, lassie?" Don't be patronizing. He ran his fingers through his hair before moving his hand over to the empty seat across from him.
"I hate to be too instructive," he hummed coolly, "but that's where you're supposed to sit. It's a pretty stuffy environment too, so I hope that you're able to sit still for extended periods of time while we wait for our food." Was that a joke? It was shitty if it was. Fitzgerald chuckled coyly before adding, "But that's the most formal thing about this place, the place itself. I just chose this because it offers good food, and I have enough money to pay off for everything. Other than that, we can make as much small talk as we need, in order to get to know each other better. I'm sure that's much more in your comfort zone than an actual 'date,' yes?" He raised a brow, as if he was ready to scan her reaction at any given moment.
Then, from there, he'll go... Somewhere.
yum..... drama....
here's.... a follow-up for thee.
With a scoff that clearly wasn't really aimed at anyone in particular, Fitzgerald adjusted the knot in his bow-tie before running his fingers through his hair. He personally looked he looked decent, as the bow-tie in hindsight looked a little too gaudy for his liking, but... Hopefully, my date isn't as well-educated in fashion as myself, for obvious reasons.
Way to be a prick!
He stepped forward to confront his "date," who... Turned out to be that green-haired woman from both the hike and the dance. Immediately, Fitzgerald's stomach dropped as he rubbed his nape a bit too awkwardly for his own good. At the very least, he hoped that her cats weren't there to kick his ass, but... Also, it seemed that whenever he was with her, something awkward or embarrassing happened to him, and the youth started to dance with the idea that she was a cursed being - not that he was personally inclined to believe in shit like that in the first place.
"You again?" he asked with what sounded like a combination between a gasp and a sigh. All he could offer to her reply was a blink, then a nod. Yes, he did indeed just want to get this done with. There'd be no shenanigans with her, at least not ones that didn't make him look like the butt of a joke (which was real funny considering himself).
He glanced up at the sky again for a second before sighing with a clear shrug, "Sure, I guess. It's not like I have anything to lose at this point, to be perfectly honest with you."
And he really didn't!
Much of the date itself was a blur, but mostly because of apathy causing everything to feel the slightest bit... Off. The fire-breathing dog, the dance, the water barrel... They all just seemed normal to him, though in every other situation, he'd probably start panicking about at least one of them. He, as the woman had suggested, was just hoping this date would be done with. And if anything was going to go from there, Fitzgerald seriously doubted it as he gave her a frown as soon as she finished speaking - after their liaison ended.
"You're okay," he told her bluntly with a huff, "I wouldn't mind meeting you again, but... I'm starting to get the feeling that you're keeping watch on me. Kind of like what you did for some other people, in the past." Who tended to be related to him, but... He didn't need to know that!
"Give them some attention too, okay? I know I'm a handsome fellow, but you can't give me all the love... That'd make everyone else a little bit jealous, you know." Hey. That's kinda shitty. Ew.