A little something .. [Marie]

[Tristen Scott Taylor]

He had picked Marie up earlier after their encounter in the run down warehouse which he would have to get checked out for health and safety or people would end up dying their as he knew that without a power in that place or without friends then you were screwed if you fell. The male just hoped that no one would do so or he didn’t think that he would be able to forgive himself especially if one of them died or got themselves badly hurt while in the facility. Which was why he had sent a text message while in the cinema warning his hospital about the place letting them sort it out as he had more important things to do.

Tristen had taken the female out that night for a completely different reason that she probably though, knowing her she would think that he wanted to talk to her to gain more knowledge on her power or just to talk as she was the only with a power that he had found but the real reason was simply the fact that he liked her. He wasn’t sure just how much yet but he knew deep down that he liked her. She was different to the people that he had met before, she was more mature than most of them put together especially for her age yet that was the factor that made him unsure on what to do. She was fairly young not that age really mattered to him it was just that he didn’t want the stigma attached to dating a younger female student than him.

Tristen was still grinning as the pair of them left the cinema after watching a comedy film which the pair had joke argued about watching. He rather liked his comedy films and luckily for him Marie seemed to like them too so the pair had picked one that appealed to them. There had been quite a few good films on and the pair had taken ages deciding what to watch that they had gotten thrown out of the queue a couple of times for taking too long. Not that the pair minded too much in fact it made picking the films a lot more easier as they didn’t want to get thrown out of the building all together which would of really wasted the time and the effort that the pair had done. Which was exactly why the film had been chosen which in the end was rather good, well he liked the film and hoped that Marie did as after everything that had happened to them earlier she needed a good time which he wanted to provide for her.

The male didn’t want to sound stupid or anything along those lines yet had felt a connection between himself and Marie after they had talked and were away from the ledge that she had nearly fallen from. He was glad that they had met that day there was just something about her that he couldn’t quite put his finger on. “Enjoy the film?” he asked gently opening the exit door to allow Marie to walk out before he followed her soon after thus causing the door to slam shut behind them. The wind blew across the pair blowing his hair slightly in the wind which he had styled especially for that occasion in order to try and impress the female or at least show that he cared about himself and his appearance.

He wasn’t sure where he wanted to go after the film yet knew that his stomach was hungry as it began to rumble making the male laugh as he turned to face the female with him, he hoped that she wasn’t cold making him raise his eyebrows wondering if he should give her his coat or something. Tristen didn’t really feel the cold anyway not since he had worked as a nurse due to the endless hours that he had spent in the rain or during a cold night, it wasn’t that he got used to it just that it took a lot for him to get cold from just the air or something similar. At that point a thought crossed his mind, that Marie could just alter the weather if she got too cold and instead have the sun come shining from out of the clouds producing heat for all of them, well if she trained her power that was. "You arent cold are you?" he asked with a frown.

TAGGED :: Marie
OUTFIT :: Biker (click click)
WORDCOUNT :: 700 and something
NOTES :: hope its ok :/
CREDIT :: NYX @ ATS

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[Marie DeLabou]

Marie wasn't used to this. She wasn't a girl who had many friends (or any friends, come to think of it), and so had never spent a night doing...well, this. She'd never gone out with someone to see a film, to spend time with them. In fact, she hadn't been to the cinema before. Well, when she was younger, yes - her father had always enjoyed indulging her - but being home educated and then being a social outcast made going out in the evenings a silly idea. Especially going out to watch a film which she could quite easily get later on DVD. But now...well, she was glad, very glad, that she had gone out. It had been fun.

Tristen was a fun person to spend time with. She'd been nervous, before they'd gone out, when she'd still been at home. nervous about how she was meant to act, or what she was meant to wear. Whether she was meant to dress to impress, or not. In the end, Marie had simply slipped back into her role of a well-off rich girl, and dressed in her usual manner - elegantly neat. Perhaps she should have made more of an effort...but she wasn't sure. She didn't know. And really, not knowing did irritate her, but she could live with it. Of course she could.

And there had been no need for her to be nervous. The film had been enjoyable, and spending time with Tristen had also been enjoyable...and easy. Talking to the man came easily, which was rather odd, because Marie wasn't someone who talked to people very easily. Tristen must be the exception to the rule...which was a very nice thought. She wouldn't deny that she liked the boy. But when talking...well, they'd mainly been talking about the film. Which, while fun, hadn't been what they were going to talk about...was it? Rightly, Marie wasn't sure. But for now, it didn't matter, did it? She was still basking in the warmth of the enjoying feeling.

"Oh yes!" she said brightly with a small laugh, and would have bounced on the balls of her feet if she hadn't learnt long ago to control the emotions other's could read. And if she wasn't wearing heels, which sort of made a hole in the bouncing on the balls of her feet idea. So she skipped over that, and turned to face him instead, a bright smile on her face. "I'd forgotten how nice it is to see a film on that large a screen. And it was a good film. Very funny!"

She wrapped her thin cardigan tighter around her at the sudden gust of wind which grew as soon as they stepped outside of the doors. "Hmm? Oh, no...I'm not cold. Not really. I'm fine, and..." she let out a small giggle at the sound of his stomach rumbling. And then flushed a little...perhaps she wasn't meant to hear it? Not noticing and reaction was most likely the correct was to react...but oh well. "Sorry...Umm...do you want to get something to eat?"

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[Tristen Scott Taylor]

The male smiled as the female beside him gently laughed causing a large grin to spread across his lips, he loved to hear the happiness of others or to hear people laughing it made him feel like he was doing something right. Sure it sounded cheesy but Tristen liked to think that he could make people happy which was one of the very reasons that he had joined the hospital In order to become a nurse. He also felt that for him London was the ideal place as there was more call outs then anywhere else in the country at least that’s what his boss at told him when he joined so it could of just been a test to see how he reacted to that. That said he often worked long hours so mentally he had decided a few years ago that it was a high call out location, he was kept busy for nearly every second of his work life.

“I’m glad that you liked it, I was worried that you would hate it” he told her honestly looking at the female checking to see if she was warm or not. He didn’t trust it when people said that they were fine it was often one of the biggest lies in history. He had a friend of his who he had know for years and she, unknowingly to him that is, had lost her mother in a car crash as well as her newborn baby which her mother had been looking after for the day. She couldn’t bring herself to tell him and all she said was that she was fine and that there was nothing wrong however he had asked her brother who told him exactly what had happened. It turned out after an investigation that a large truck had come speeding across the lane when the driver of it fell asleep at the wheel, it had gained momentum and speed until it had smashed into the side of the car crushing it between the truck and a tree. The baby died instantly while the mother took a few minutes of internal and external bleeding to breathe her last but the worst thing about the ordeal was that the very female who had lost her child and her mother had to identify them. It was then that she had broken down and finally opened herself up to Tristen who helped her through the pain of loss now she was married and had two little girls, he was so proud of her.

He knew however that Marie was probably wasn’t as bad as that but she looked cold so with a small smile he took off his jacket and held it our to her. “I know it’s not the greatest jacket in the world and you could probably buy one better and it doesn’t go with what your wearing but it’s warm and you seem cold” he explained to her waiting for her to either reject the coat or accept it. He heard her laugh at his stomach making his chest roll over into itself, he hated it when his stomach growled it reminded him of school when he would sit in a quiet hall for assembly or something similar and then his stomach would growl and the sound would echo around the room before people stared at him and laugh. Yet Marie laughed in a different way so Tristen relaxed and began to answer her next question. “I don’t but my stomach does” he said smirking “Yeah I would love too, how about you?”

That was when it hit him the male hadn’t asked how the female had gotten on when she got home, he had completely forgot after picking her up and then watching the film with the female who he add it admit was looking beautiful which he had said when she had gotten into his car. He turned his head towards Marie in order to look at her expression when he spoke. “So what did you mum say when you turned up covered in rubble and dust?” the male asked with a smile.

TAGGED :: Marie
OUTFIT :: Biker (click click)
WORDCOUNT :: 600 and something
NOTES :: sorry its late
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[Marie DeLabou]

"I honestly don't think I would have been able to," The acting had been good, the storyline amusing, and she'd actually been there, with a friend, who was nice to her and didn't make jokes at her expense or treat her like a stuck up snob like everyone else did...that was good enough. In fact, Marie had to admit that it was quite probably better than good - she'd loved every second in which she'd been sat beside the older boy. Not a boy either really, if she thought about it. More like a man, and that was a scary though. Marie probably just came over as a little shy girl, and...she didn't want to. But didn't know how not to either.

She smiled shyly as he didn't take that for an answer, aslightly unerved, but also secretly pleased that it seemed like he did...notice, and care. It was an odd thought, but as she took the jacket (even if she hadn't been cold, refusing would have just been inpoliet), and slipped it one, hugging the warmth around her with a soft sigh of contentment, she didn't dwell on it too much. "I...No, this is nice. Buying labelled clothing doesn't make anything ncier. It's...warm. Thank you." And she didn't really care that it didn't go with what she was wearing. Which was odd, if she thought about it, which she wasn't. The night had been too fun so far to bother dwelling in her thoughts. That always seemed to end up with her in tears, in the past. Which wasn't a good thing.

"I would love to. Wouldn't have suggested it if I didn't think we both did," she said, shyly, but with a small smile, trying to convey a small bit of humour across. Marie wasn't one for making jokes, not really. She wasn't used to it. "What would you like to get? I don't really know this place...but I'm sure there's a resturant somewhere...Or pizza. Pizza's...nice." She'd just remembered that most of the resturants around here weren't exactly cheap, something she'd never worried about before, in the rare moments when she'd come with one of her parents. But it might seem rude now, so she didn't want to push that forward. It would be too much to ask.

An embarrassed flush spread over her cheeks at the mention of earlier, not only because of the kiss to her cheek which was faintly burned into her memory, but also the following situation. "She wasn't best pleased. Told me off for making a mess in the hallway, but she didn't get too mad. It distracted her from being upset at least, so I can't really judge her. Did you have...anyone to say anything like that to you?" Perhaps he did...perhaps he went home to a girlfriend everynight. Marie seemed to freeze for a moment...it hadn't been something she'd considered before. Yet she wasn't too sure why that idea affected her, either.

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