Paige Villawood (Nov 3, 2011 12:03:25 AM)
*Stepping out of the car she waits for him to lead the way up to the apartment, open curiosity now sparkling in her eyes as she watches him.* Alright, I guess in some strange way I can understand that. So how long has it been since you've actually eaten?
Paige Villawood (Nov 3, 2011 12:04:58 AM)
...
Anthony S Barajas (Nov 3, 2011 12:08:33 AM)
I'm not sure. Two days, I think, if I can trust what the fisherman said. Might be longer, and salt water works up an appetite, that's for damn sure. *He lets her inside the house as he opens the door and gestures her through. Anthony's house is an exercise in modern craftsmanship. Every line of the interior is sharp and elegant, speaking of angles and straight lines. His decoration is sparse; with no pictures on the walls, though he does have a few alcoves where small pieces of expressionist statuary stands. The colors of the house are black and white; in alternating thought. White carpet; black couches. The glass table is black, but the rug beneath it shares both colors. The couches themselves are leather and seem to be malleable; blocks of leather that can be rebuilt to shape it into any design the user wishes.* Welcome to el casa del Barajas, mi amor.
Paige Villawood (Nov 3, 2011 12:11:39 AM)
Por eso muchas gracias Anthony, que creo que han sido considerados dignos de ver por fin el propio castillo. *She smiles as she steps inside and glances around, the concern that had recently filled her dark eyes now replaced with definite amusement.* Did you fall into the ocean?
Anthony S Barajas (Nov 3, 2011 12:14:48 AM)
It wasn't a fall so much as... well yes, I suppose you could call it a fall.... *shaking his head a bit* I flew and flew until my body gave out with exhaustion. Then, apparently I fell and landed in the water. I woke up, after getting fished out of the sea by a fishing net. Not quite up to my usual level of introductions, I must say.
Anthony S Barajas (Nov 3, 2011 12:15:17 AM)
(brb, restroom)
Paige Villawood (Nov 3, 2011 12:16:22 AM)
*She chuckles at that and walks on bare feet over to his lounge to take a seat, certainly underdressed for such magnifficent surrounds, but then again it was his choice to bring her here after all.* That's okay I'm sure the fishermen weren't up to your normal standards either.
Anthony S Barajas (Nov 3, 2011 12:23:16 AM)
(and back)
Anthony S Barajas (Nov 3, 2011 12:24:14 AM)
Well no, they being men, half-naked and rather older than I generally prefer. Then again, I was naked and not being a yellowtail tuna, was likely something far different than they generally preferred.
Paige Villawood (Nov 3, 2011 12:25:12 AM)
*Her eyes sparkling she leans back and gets comfortable curling her legs underneath her as she looks over to him.* It's strange you know, I feel as though I can see you more and more clearly with each passing day.
Anthony S Barajas (Nov 3, 2011 12:26:49 AM)
Oh yeah? You been peeping in my window when I shower in the morning? *giving her a speculative eye as he runs it over her body*
Paige Villawood (Nov 3, 2011 12:29:53 AM)
*She laughs at that utterly without embarassment.* Of course, seven ten each morning.
Anthony S Barajas (Nov 3, 2011 12:30:40 AM)
Well now I know you're lying because I've never been at the office later than seven in the morning... *shaking his head* And why, my dear little P, do you see me more clearly with each passing day?
Paige Villawood (Nov 3, 2011 12:32:14 AM)
Ahh. *She nods as though beginning to understand.* That explains why in the mornings you seem so..... blonde. *Grinning she leans the side of her face against the back of his lounge and looks to him.* Because Anthony slides further and further into the distance as you settle more comfortably within him, or am I wrong?
Anthony S Barajas (Nov 3, 2011 12:34:06 AM)
Possibly. Or shall we say that I push the limits of what I can do while living within him. That I am not content with this shell; and strive to find a way to recover more of what I was. *a small shrug* Or so I tell myself at the very least. In truth, so much is lost I'm not even sure if I remember what I was.
Paige Villawood (Nov 3, 2011 12:36:39 AM)
*She nods, her eyes remaining fixed upon him as she speaks with the grin slowly falling from her lips.* As though him and you are all mixed up and reality is like some kind of blur in between the two states?
Anthony S Barajas (Nov 3, 2011 12:39:02 AM)
Something of that sort, I suppose. Putting my finger on it has been difficult; but it appears I need him, even if I wish it were otherwise. Whatever we are now; it is clear we are not Elohim. *a pause as the doorbell rings with a pizza delivery and he gets up; striding towards the door* Though I don't intend to stop my efforts, either. *And he opens the door; grabbing the twelve pizzas and stacking them inside. He flips the boy a couple hundreds and slams the door in his face, carrying the boxes over to the table* Dig in; I've got beer, wine and anything else you might want in the fridge.
Paige Villawood (Nov 3, 2011 12:40:50 AM)
You first. *Standing up she looks at the pile with a grin, fairly certain that no human stomach could hold twelve pizza's and that he'd find his attempts to eat it all impossible. Heading towards the fridge on bare feet she tugs the door open and peers inside, calling back to him over her shoulder.* I still think it suits you.
Anthony S Barajas (Nov 3, 2011 12:42:14 AM)
*And he does dig in; not even pretending at elegance or fine dining here. He stacks two slices together, one upside down atop the other; folds them like a taco and begins to eat with enormous bites*
Paige Villawood (Nov 3, 2011 12:43:08 AM)
*A beer in each hand she walks back into the loungeroom, one held out for him as she passes by his chair.* You're not going to enjoy it like that, and you'll end up feeling sick.
Anthony S Barajas (Nov 3, 2011 12:44:34 AM)
mmfophf mmrpht mlpxtz *he says to her; eloquently, through a mouthful of pizza*
Anthony S Barajas (Nov 3, 2011 12:45:20 AM)
*Grabbing the beer, he takes several swallows of it, to clear his throat* I'll enjoy the next one, thanks. This one is to keep body and soul alive. *and in only a couple more bites; the pizza sandwich taco is devoured, leaving him to lick grease from his hands*
Paige Villawood (Nov 3, 2011 12:45:44 AM)
*She chuckles and puts the beer on the table before him, opening her own drink as she retakes her seat and reaches out for a glass of pizza.* I'm a little dissapointed in you Anthony, are you telling me that you couldn't charm the fishermen into giving you any food at all?
Anthony S Barajas (Nov 3, 2011 12:46:58 AM)
I was starving, not desperate Paige. At least not desperate enough to eat whatever it is that fisherman feel passes for food. *taking another swig of beer before reaching for another slice of pizza, eating this one a bit more slowly*
Paige Villawood (Nov 3, 2011 12:47:39 AM)
*She grins at that before taking a bite from her pizza.* You princess.
Anthony S Barajas (Nov 3, 2011 12:48:24 AM)
I can't be a princess, I don't have a tiara.
Paige Villawood (Nov 3, 2011 12:49:00 AM)
*Swallowing she laughs and reaches for her beer.* I'm almost certain you'll find someone to buy one for you.
Anthony S Barajas (Nov 3, 2011 12:50:16 AM)
Well, until you get me one, you can't call me a princess. *he eyes the TV for a moment; noticing his gamepad has been put away in his absence* Damn Goldilocks...
Paige Villawood (Nov 3, 2011 12:50:36 AM)
*Another bite taken and swallowed as he speaks she looks up at him curiously.* That's what I wanted to ask you Anthony, am I crazy or do you know Amos' thrall? Wait... who's Goldilocks?
Anthony S Barajas (Nov 3, 2011 12:53:13 AM)
*laughs* The someone that's been putting away my video games... *shaking his head* It's for the best though, I couldn't get through a round of DDR if my life depended on it.
Paige Villawood (Nov 3, 2011 12:53:48 AM)
Does this someone have a name other than Goldilocks?
Anthony S Barajas (Nov 3, 2011 12:57:24 AM)
Well, she might, yes. I did tell you that Naomi worked for me, didn't I? She's been my secretary for the last year or so, if I remember correctly.
Paige Villawood (Nov 3, 2011 12:58:04 AM)
*Finishing the pizza she looks to him with a smile.* that must make things strained?
Anthony S Barajas (Nov 3, 2011 1:01:05 AM)
Not particularly strained, no. Why would it cause an issue?
Paige Villawood (Nov 3, 2011 1:02:59 AM)
*She smiles and shakes her head a little, sipping at her beer once more.* I just thought with divided loyalties and.... *Breaking off she tucks a stray strand of hair back behind her ear and looks over to him.* I'm really not that politically adept, but some part of me imagines it would make things tense.
Anthony S Barajas (Nov 3, 2011 1:05:12 AM)
It's very simple, really. She knows as much about my personal life and the law firm as she always did. And I take care that she learns as little about my true nature and goals as I possibly can. So really, it is her that is left in the difficult position of serving two masters and anything that she knows of my mortal practices... well they may be of use to Amos, if he wishes to move against me in the mortal realm, certainly, but no more than any determined adversary could learn if they truly wanted to.
Paige Villawood (Nov 3, 2011 1:06:25 AM)
*She shakes her head again.* No I'm not saying that he will or that Amos is your enemy I was just... *she chuckles once more.* Just doing badly at explaining myself and being rudely curious about things that are none of my business.
Anthony S Barajas (Nov 3, 2011 1:09:10 AM)
No, it's a fair question and an unusual living situation. And who knows, he may be an enemy. I know he's a bosom friend of yours, but I know little enough about him to see which camp he lies in. But until he uses her as a weapon, I'm fond enough of the girl not to treat her as one. But I'm not stupid enough to open my innermost secrets to her either.
Paige Villawood (Nov 3, 2011 1:10:49 AM)
Oh I adore Amos. *She smiles and raises the bottle of beer to her lips taking another drink.* Our paths have been entwined since the beginning and I trust him to watch my back. *She lowers the now empty beer and places it on the table, a flicker of darkness momentarily flashing behind her dark eyes.* I also know that one day we'll stand on opposite sides of the field and fight to the bitter end.
Anthony S Barajas (Nov 3, 2011 1:12:25 AM)
And such are our lives made of. Then you can appreciate the situation with his thrall. Even if I do have to kill her one day, should I find myself in a similar situation with him.
Paige Villawood (Nov 3, 2011 1:13:47 AM)
*She smiles at that and nods, feeling suddenly just a fraction too exposed, unsure of why she'd admitted that much to him. Standing she tosses the ponytail back over her shoulder and the amusement slowly slides back into her eyes to replace the darkness that had been there moments before.* Anyhow lets just trust that day is a long way into the future, maybe even another lifetime.
Anthony S Barajas (Nov 3, 2011 1:16:17 AM)
It's quite possible that it will be. *he bites his lip at the thought; his eyes suddenly reflective* I hope you will not mind if I shoo you from the house though, mi amor. I don't think I can delay unconsciousness any further, and I'd rather wait for another day to show you my bedroom.
Anthony S Barajas (Nov 3, 2011 1:16:35 AM)
(Also, I have a throbbing headache I've been nursing all night, but it's become visceral)
Paige Villawood (Nov 3, 2011 1:16:48 AM)
(Go sleep!)
Paige Villawood (Nov 3, 2011 1:16:56 AM)
(*hugs lots* Hot shower and bed!)
Anthony S Barajas (Nov 3, 2011 1:17:07 AM)
(I am. *hugs* I feel like shit, I'm falling apart)
Anthony S Barajas (Nov 3, 2011 1:17:12 AM)
(Good luck hon, take care)
Paige Villawood (Nov 3, 2011 1:17:15 AM)
(Old man! :) )
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