Naveah Elaine Withers
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Post by Naveah Elaine Withers on Aug 9, 2012 17:55:45 GMT -5
This is the Kitchen/View of the Entry Hall. This is the bed and on the other wall is the couch. View from the front hall. View from the couch. This is the bathroom across from the bed. She lives in the Bronx, sure, but her apartment is funded by the same people who keep sending her scholarships. Her building is one of the oldest looking, but every house inside is renovated and beautifully futuristic.
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Damien Knowles
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Post by Damien Knowles on Sept 1, 2012 15:21:13 GMT -5
It didn't take long for Damien to make himself presentable after he received Naveah's text. Mostly because he'd been up all night, and looked the same as he had the previous day. Except maybe a little more exhausted. After texting back that he'd be over shortly he went to find some clean clothes to throw on.
After sifting through the pile of clothes he kept on his bedroom floor, he finally found something clean, and not too crumpled. Chugging down the last dregs of his black coffee he got dressed. Black skinny jeans, paired with a dark green t-shirt and his over-sized black hoodie. On his feet he wore his black leather ankle foots, his current foot wear obsession.
Running a hand through his shocking red hair Damien exited his apartment, locked the door and moved down the hallway slightly to Naveah's door. After knocking he found himself chewing on his thumb nail as he waited for her to answer the door.
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Naveah Elaine Withers
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Post by Naveah Elaine Withers on Sept 1, 2012 16:07:19 GMT -5
Naveah didn't know Damien too well, but she hoped today would be the day that changed. Damien had been living in the same apartment building for a while, and compared to most of her neighbors, he seemed like an actually pleasant guy. They had traded numbers (both room numbers and phone numbers) the first day she met him, and had to admit she hadn't done a good job as being part of the implied welcome committee. They had texted each other a few times, mainly for her to check in and make sure things were running smoothly with his apartment, but know she wanted to know him outside of 20-words or less sent in texts.
Because she invited him over an hour before dinner, she assumed he was going to eat with her. Her apartment wasn't much but she figured they could hang out while her supper cooked. She hadn't prepared much - just a simple vegan lasagna, which she hoped he would enjoy, as it was her own recipe. Before he came over, she changed into a better suited outfit for company. Trading up her sweats and old, ratty t-shirt, she got into a pair of shorts, which weren't too short, though they did show off her legs. Over the shorts, she had an off-the-shoulder purple top on that matched the strands of lavender in her hair. Her makeup was only foundation and mascara, in attempt to look casual and not too proper.
When she heard the knock on her door, she flew to answer it, pulling it open excitedly. The first thing she saw what his bright red hair and it made her smile - what an interesting color. Resisting the urge to fluff his hair, she stuck out her hand to shake his, ignoring the fact that he had been chewing on his finger nail - she had noticed earlier that he had a habit of doing that. "Come in, Damien! It's nice to see you!"
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Damien Knowles
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Post by Damien Knowles on Sept 1, 2012 16:15:06 GMT -5
Forced to stop biting his nails to shake Naveah's hand Damien smiled. 'Hey, you too', he replied, his voice sounded weak, and he realized it was the first time he'd spoken aloud in a couple of days. As he walked through the door he coughed a coupe times to clear his throat.
Realizing he was now just stood in her apartment he looked around awkwardly. Not really knowing what to do with himself. A little self-consciously he adjusted his hoodie and stuffed his hands in the pockets of his jeans, to stop himself from chewing his fingers.
'Something smells good', he commented, looking around to see if he could spot the source of the smell. It had been awhile since he'd had a home-cooked meal. Everything he had eaten lately was either micro-wave food or takeout.
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Naveah Elaine Withers
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Post by Naveah Elaine Withers on Sept 1, 2012 16:41:25 GMT -5
Naveah beamed when he mentioned that something smelled good. "You think so? I made lasagna - it's uh, vegan." She giggled, smiling shyly. As she looked down at her toes, she realized she forgot to wear shoes and her toe-nail polish was a red that was as bright as his hair. Curling her toes so that they were hidden, she avoided giggling at that. "Yeah, I made it vegan because I was going to ask you to dinner and I didn't know if there was anything you didn't eat." She was blushing, aware of the fact that she sounded like someone trying to hard to please.
Pointing to her couch - which was, you guessed it, bright red! - she sat down and patted the seat next to her. "Why don't you sit down?" She smiled invitingly, hoping that he would accept her invitation. "How are you liking the apartment building?"
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Damien Knowles
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Post by Damien Knowles on Sept 1, 2012 16:50:25 GMT -5
'Vegan, not vegan, I'll eat anything', Damien replied, he sat down on the couch, enjoying how red it was. Slowly he slumped down, until his hair was touching the couch. 'Hey, look, I match', he laughed, before sitting back up and getting comfortable, shuffling about, un-crossing and re-crossing his legs. 'It's well, um, it's different, but good', he replied, un-tucking his hands from his pockets and going back to chewing his thumb nail.
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Naveah Elaine Withers
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Post by Naveah Elaine Withers on Sept 1, 2012 17:00:51 GMT -5
Naveah laughed when he made a joke about matching. Pulling her feet up and hooking her arms around her knees, she wiggled her toes and pointed to the nail polish she was wearing. "I match too!" She giggled, smiling at him as he got comfortable. It was nice that he was at least ok with the furniture - she figured it was a good thing when her guests could be content in her home. She was always extremely anxious before she had people over - it worried her that someone might dislike being there, or hate her company.
She had to laugh again when he mentioned the apartment building being different, this time without much humor. "Yeah, I know what you mean." She shook her head, then leaned in closer. "I suppose you haven't heard the secrets yet?" She murmured, trying to be mysterious.
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Damien Knowles
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Post by Damien Knowles on Sept 1, 2012 17:05:59 GMT -5
'Secrets?', Damien repeated, raising an eyebrow and moving to face Naveah, 'What secrets?', he asked, intrigued.
Was the apartment block built on some sort of Indian burial ground, and the whole place was haunted by ghosts that only Naveah could see?! Yes, this was the sort of secret that Damien thought could be possible.
'This better not be anything lame now you've got me all excited about it', he added, leaning forward so his hair fell in front of his face, somewhat hiding his mischievous smirk.
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Naveah Elaine Withers
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Post by Naveah Elaine Withers on Sept 1, 2012 17:17:14 GMT -5
Naveah grinned when she saw how excited he was getting. Always an actress at heart, she sat back and widened her eyes, to make the effect more dramatic. Starting to talk with her hands, moving them about with fingers like claws, she became more animated with every word. "Well, first are the obvious ones. Like that drug dealer down the hall? I hear that he's a sex god, totally horny all the time, and always high. He's even got a freaking marijuana plant in the window." She resisted the urge to giggle for using the words 'sex god' and 'horny' in the same sentence - those were definitely not part of her normal vocabulary. She's talking about Seb, just FYI, haha.
"And then there's the door man. You know how he's supposed to watch the door every day?" She smiled, waiting for him to get it. "But it's not a man, right? Even though the name tag says 'Gregory House' he's never there. But you know who is?" She grinned, pausing for effect, enjoying the shadows that were forming along the floor as she waved her hands about, the setting sun a perfect backdrop. "Every night, there's a girl in the lobby, watching the front desk intently, like there's someone there. She's maybe twelve years old - I've talked to her a few times, we discuss religion - and she never explains why she's there. It's rather ominous, right?"
She looked at his face, hoping for a good reaction. "That's not all, though - every Halloween night, he comes out. Mr. House, the old doorman, just sits there, and plays with a spinning top. He doesn't say a word, he just snarls. I always spend the night somewhere else on Halloween, to avoid him. I think the little girl has something to do with him not being there, because she doesn't show up on the 31st of October." She grinned wickedly. "Spooky, yeah?"
"Oh, and there's a grave yard two streets away." She mentioned, nonchalant. Sitting back, she crossed her arms and shrugged. "This place isn't too exciting, except for those few facts. I mean, there are drug dealers crawling every where and the occasional cockroach comes to stay in my apartment - can't get rid of those buggers - not to mention, it's a pretty dangerous neighborhood. It kind of scares me to walk around on my own, that's why I have a bike." She pointed to the bike hanging on the ceiling above the kitchen. "I figure if I bike, no one can catch me as fast as I can out ride them." She laughed and then looked suddenly apologetic. "I don't mean to scare you away."
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Damien Knowles
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Post by Damien Knowles on Sept 1, 2012 17:24:40 GMT -5
Damien listened intently to her spooky stories about the apartment building. They were cute, and he smiled the whole way through. The drug dealer down the hall, Seb, well h'ed met him before. It didn't seem right to bring that up now though. For now Naveah could remain oblivious to the fact Damien currently had more hardcore stuff than pot tucked in to his socks.
'I like grave yards', he mentioned after she'd finished, 'I didn't know there was one so close though, I guess we'll be the one's that get attacked by the zombies first in the event of a zombie apocalypse, but as long as you have your bike...', he glanced over at the bike and grinned, not sure that it would be that handy, what with the stairs and all.
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Naveah Elaine Withers
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Post by Naveah Elaine Withers on Sept 1, 2012 17:33:11 GMT -5
Naveah laughed at the zombie comment. "Oh yeah, we'll just hop on my bike and I'll be the hero, right?" She joked, winking at him in a friendly way. "I'll have to learn how to hard core bike by then, though." She paused, taking on a more serious expression, very solemn. "I like living by the graveyard. On All Souls Day and All Saints Day, I go down and light a candle for all the graves. I'm very into Dia de los Muertos," she explained with a faint smile. "Mexican heritage and all, it's part of my religion to honor the dead."
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Damien Knowles
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Post by Damien Knowles on Sept 1, 2012 17:39:31 GMT -5
'I like the whole 'honoring the dead' thing', Damien replied, aware of how ignorant he sounded, but he felt there was no better way to do it, 'It's cool, I'd rather be honored than mourned, you know?', he looked up at her through his red hair and smiled.
'I never really mourned or honored my parents', he added, seriously, he frowned and looked away. Well, what had brought that out? Maybe it was all the dead people talk. It wasn't often he brought up his parents in conversation.
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Naveah Elaine Withers
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Post by Naveah Elaine Withers on Sept 1, 2012 17:56:35 GMT -5
Naveah smiled, a little sadly, when he mentioned liking her honor. Putting her hands in her lap and twining her fingers, she moved to sit on her knees, legs to the side, comfortable. "It's a big deal to me, you know? In Mexico, they go all out for Dia de los Muertos, especially family members who have lost a loved one." She mentioned seriously, though she grinned at the memory of celebrating her birthday down in her home land. "It's celebrating a life, you know, instead of just being sad that they have passed on." she shrugged. When he mentioned not honoring his parents, she frowned a little. "I honor my mother on her birthday and on All Souls Day, of course. I never really knew her." She sighed.
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Damien Knowles
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Post by Damien Knowles on Sept 2, 2012 3:48:27 GMT -5
Damien bit his lip and nodded solemnly. Even though he'd been the one to bring up the topic of dead parents, he never knew what to say. After a moment of contemplation on the subject, he still had nothing and went back to chewing his nails. Part of him wanted to say, Well, I knew my parents, and it was no picnic, so you're lucky. The other part just wanted to sit quietly and look at Naveah, because she was pretty, and he didn't have much else to say.
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Naveah Elaine Withers
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Post by Naveah Elaine Withers on Sept 3, 2012 11:29:59 GMT -5
In the awkward silence, Naveah quietly observed her neighbor. Something about him interested her - his brightly colored hair, his dark eyes and contemplative stare. She didn't know what to say to him, nor what to think about him. He was definitely one of those books that are hard to read, the ones you can't judge by the cover or the text - at least, not until you read more. She was about to ask him something random, just to make conversation, when a buzzing came from the kitchen. Glancing over, she saw the white dial-timer shaking on the laminate counter top by the stove. The sudden noise had startled her enough to confuse her, so that by the time she jumped up to grab the convulsing plastic piece, she was too late.
Falling off of the counter, it landed on her wood floor with a loud crack. Groaning, she lunged forward to pick it up, and rolled her eyes. The plastic was split open in the front, and the bottom of the timer had popped off so that the inner mechanisms were all around on the floor, springs and screws and batteries galore. Stooping over, she scooped up the pieces, blushing as she realized how stupid she must look. Her hair was mussed up from the sudden excitement, her shirt was slipping down to expose more of her chest, and her shorts were practically falling off at two sizes too big. Not to mention she had just broken a timer without even touching it. Talk about a bad impression.
She stood up and dumped the timer in the trash, then turned to Damien with a worn out, "Humph." She blew a piece of hair away from her brow and awkward fixed her hair. "Uh, dinner's ready I guess." She laughed nervously, face flushing red as she opened the oven and turned the heat off, reaching in with a heat protective glove, to take out the lasagna pan and place it on her cooling rock (a slab of granite she had gotten for cheap). Cutting a few squares out, she put one on each plate and set the plates at the table. "Stupid timer has been doing that ever since I got it - when it rings, it has a mini seizure and then drops off the counter. Do you want something to drink?" She opened the fridge and stuck her head in. "I have root beer, koolaid, water, uh, I think there's a beer in here somewhere..." she trailed off, her voice muffled from the fridge.
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