italianlilies:

Park Meeting (Closed)

earlgreywithcomplaints:

Rolling his shoulders, Earl stretched out the kinks he had built up over the hour. It was a beautiful day outside, just warm enough to be comfortable, and he had picked one of the best spots in the park to soak up whatever sunlight he could stand while watching everyone else enjoy the day. It was…

And… That should about do it!

Feliciano exhaled, giving the final product of his efforts a once-over. On his lap rested a large sketchpad. A rough drawing of a woman pulling a child along by the hand was etched onto the page. It was a wonderful sketch, done in only a couple minutes, but not up to his standards. A frown tugged at the man’s lips, and he rubbed some of the outlines, smudging them into a rounded picture.

It’s alright, but…

Closing the sketchpad, he sighed quietly to himself. It was a great day for the park; the weather was so pleasant that everyone had the brilliant idea to go for a stroll, and that large mass of people was just what Feliciano needed for inspiration. Although, he hadn’t yet been inspired by anyone or anything, but that was beside the matter.

He rose to his feet, brushing away the grass blades clinging to his jeans, and began to take the walk back to his apartment. Wondering regretfully why he’d chosen to walk to the park instead of taking a cab, Feliciano allowed his feet to lead the way.

East 85th Street to Park Avenue, then East 83rd to-

Feliciano never made it that far. His wandering eyes caught sight of a man, sitting down on a bench, alone, writing. The pen skipped across the paper, and he was caught in a breathless trance by the picturesqueness of it all. Solitude, silence, serenity. Struck by some unkown force, he hurried over to the stranger.

Biting down on the corner of his cheek as he fumbled with his sketchpad before the other, Feliciano said hurriedly, “Ah, sir, could you do me a favour and not move for a moment? I, eh, I know that sounds really weird and all, but please, just- just keep doing what you’re doing, pretend I’m not even here, okay? This’ll only take a minute or two, I promise. And I never break my promises.”

And with that, he began to sketch the stranger without even catching his name.

Earl jerked in surprised, not expecting a man to come out of seemingly nowhere, though to be honest he wasn’t really paying attention. Earl tilted his head to him and blinked once before his mind registered what the other had said.  ”I… What?”  In confusion he looked the other over, eyes landing on the sketch pad just before the stranger took it up and started drawing.  Certainly one spotted artists, both professional and hobbyist, out in the park but this was the first time he was really approached by someone with the intent to capture him on paper. 

Well, that was fine.  If this is what the man wanted, who was Earl to refuse him?  Inspiration struck at odd times, as he knew far too well himself.  Moving his head back, he tried to get the general position he was in before, pen still moving but this time he was writing down something much more interesting than a small family.

"So why not tell me you name at least."  He hadn’t moved, but that couldn’t stop him from at least starting a conversation.  "Or do you still want me to pretend you’re not there?"

-Looks like someone is taking the dog for a walk late at night.  Conan is practically beside himself with excitement-

Casual Coffeeshop (Closed for earlgreywithcomplaints)

hopewithwanderlust:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

There was quite nothing like the atmosphere of a cafe or coffee shop.  The noise, the smells, the wind that flew in when the door opened…  It all because simple white noise when applied correctly.  Fingers clacking away at his laptop, Earl hardly spared a glance at the growing line or the decreasing number of seats.  He was too into his work, paragraph after paragraph spilling out onto the document in what would be a self admitted horrible rough draft.

However, he was interrupted by a small cough.  Stopping for a moment, he glanced up at what appeared to be a lovely young woman.  With a quick glance around the cafe, Earl gave a small nod and gestured to the seat.  It seemed to be a good time for a break.

"But of course.  Please, take a seat."  The smile certainly helped, but Earl never liked to pass up a chance to talk to a stranger.  For research of course.  "You picked the wrong time to get a drink if you wanted a table for yourself."

Nadia sat down and placed her cup and cake in front of her. After doing so she smoothed out her skirt and looked back up at the man while giggling. “What do you mean? You seem too be busy to be talking with someone.” He was typing rapidly so much before, was he really going to stop to talk to a girl like herself?

It didn’t matter to Nadia too much. She was flattered that a stranger wanted to talk to her at all. She took a quick sip of her cappuccino since he said it wasn’t going to possible for her now that she was sitting with him.

The stranger was a blond man and older than herself. Not a business man but not a student either. A professor or writer perhaps? Both were common in New York. “I’m Nadia by the way. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” She held her hand out for him to shake.

Reaching over to take a sip of his drink, Earl watched the other as she made herself comfortable.  She wasn’t shy, that was for sure.  ”I’m sure you could figure it out.”  He gave her a polite smile with a small chuckle himself.  ”Busy?  Perhaps.  Perhaps not.  If I was busy, wouldn’t it make sense to take a break every now and then?  I don’t know why I can’t do it when a stranger takes a seat across from me.”

Earl quickly tapped a few keys and saved his work twice, before moving the laptop a little to the side.  Still within reach but at least it didn’t look like he was hiding from her behind it.  Less rude that way.  

"Pleasure to meet you, Nadia.  You may call me Earl if it pleases you."  He took her hand and gave her a firm but quick shake, pleased she took the initiative.  Americans usually never knew how to properly greet someone.  "What brings you into this cafe?" He glanced at the cake.  "Just a small treat for yourself?"

becausewitisawonderfulthing:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

Yes.  Several places.  It’s actually not that hard.

Though I suggest the internet.

Hm, alright

And yea that would be a good place to find them hm? Well I’ll look into it then.

-Earl chuckled-  At the very least, it can be a wonderful bit of decoration.

Personally, though, I would stick with self defense first and foremost.

fortroughs:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

fortroughs:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

-He snickers as he watches the other run off, getting up to pick up the piece of paper-

I always thought it was more about the journey, not the destination.

Some take it in the morning, 
others take it in the evening. 
But one thing you should know, 
that when it is taken, it does not go. 

…..

[ he thinks about this for a moment — trying to give it careful consideration. ]

The potty? No..

…!!

Vitamins?!

Seems like you need a bit more time to think.

….

[ SQUINTS ]

….

Water? The fridge?

Honestly you can take the solution to the riddle at any time.  Most people just take it in the morning or evenings.

Hmm… Want to test that answer?

fortroughs:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

-He snickers as he watches the other run off, getting up to pick up the piece of paper-

I always thought it was more about the journey, not the destination.

Some take it in the morning, 
others take it in the evening. 
But one thing you should know, 
that when it is taken, it does not go. 

…..

[ he thinks about this for a moment — trying to give it careful consideration. ]

The potty? No..

…!!

Vitamins?!

Seems like you need a bit more time to think.

Story Book AU

lavendercurrents:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

"I don’t bloody know!"  It was much like someone cut a juglar in his computer, the spirts still going strong despite the minute that had already passed.  "It… It can’t be.  Why is it bleeding? Earl, in his panic, turned the laptop upside down to help drain the liquid.  It continued to pump at a steady beat on the floor, creating a puddle as the writer stared.  

In an attempt to stop the mess, his hope gone for his laptop, Earl dumped it into the sink where it continued to bleed out.  ”I…”  His hands were covered in what was undoubtedly blood… or at least a very good imitation.  It felt warm and, as he rubbed his fingers, a bit sticky.  It was a familiar feeling indeed.  ”I hope not.  Can you… grab a few towels?”  Already some flecks were starting to congeal on the table.  

At least the laptop was starting to lose it’s supply of blood.  The spirts were getting slower and weaker.  Much like a living body dying of blood loss, Earl though weakly.  Swallowing, he grabbed a few paper towels and started to cry and clean up the table.  ”Janie, please tell me you saw what I did.”  He wasn’t pleading… much.  He was just simply asking.

To weak avail, she tried to mop up the currents of blood flinging onto table and floors. Yet, she knew as it continued to spirt, that there was no use in doing so yet. 

And so Janie pressed her back against the wall, staring with wide eyes in disbelief.

"… … …" 
She blinked quietly, nodding at him, speechless. Weak, shaky arms took the largest towel she could find, yet she approached the blood as though it were a dangerous animal.

"… Yes… I-It…" She smelled her fingers once more, affirming it with the metallic scent. "It is,” she’d nearly fainted on the spot, her eyes rolling back. But her head hit against the fridge, shocking her to awaken.
Then, she smoke weakly, gently running the cloth up the red stains behind her. “… C-Can we go to bed soon?”

Earl jerked his eyes away from the blood when he heard a soft thud, just loud enough to catch his attention.  Janie was looking pale, a poor smile on her face as she tried to hide her obvious horror.  Swallowing, Earl put down the towels.  He was fairly sure he couldn’t do much until the laptop stopped bleeding or the demon possessing it got bored. Putting on a small smile himself, almost as good as Janie’s, he took her by the arm and tired to guide her out of the kitchen and hopefully to the bathroom.

"What you need to do is wash up.  Don’t worry about the kitchen.  I’ll take care of it."

If she resisted, he would let go and give her space. He honestly didn’t know how she would react but the best thing was to get her out of there.

becausewitisawonderfulthing:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

I suggest a sword.

..Do you know where someone could actually even get a sword?

Yes.  Several places.  It’s actually not that hard.

Though I suggest the internet.

fromthirteencolonies:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

Different doesn’t mean it can’t be boring for someone like you.  -Snickers-  I highly doubt you’ll be interested in everything, let alone me.

-Earl is quite for a moment before he gives a small nod-  I’ll answer, but I think it would be better if you have an answer to your own questions.  Make this less one sided, don’t you think? For color, I’m going with deep green.  Band changes on my tastes of the week or what I need, though I find it hard to say no to anything with a violin.  Dogs of course.  Have one of my own.  And… well that’s an interesting question.  I would have to say your leftovers.  -Smiles- 

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Your turn.

That’s… well honestly I still can’t really say that’s a fear I can use.  Just perhaps common sense.  You don’t hit a bee’s nest in fear of getting hurt.  I assume it’s the same with wild geese… just keep your distance.  Besides, if you’re keeping one as a pet, named her, and you’re growing attached to her, I think you’re very well on your way to conquering this deep seeded fear and distrust of all geese.

Of course not! Nobody’s interested in everything. But what I consider boring and what you consider boring are two very different borings. Trust me, most people think my best friend is the most boring person in the world and yet I have more fun with him than anyone else!

Fair enough! It’d be boring if all I did was pester you. -laughs, and then contemplates Earl’s answers- Good, good, interesting. Do you really like my leftovers that much? I mean, I think they’re good but I didn’t know they were that good.

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Anyway! My favorite colors are red and blue. I like most bands, so I don’t have a favorite! That said, I really appreciate Elvis’ singing voice. Dogs are better than cats by a long shot—I can’t stand cats. And if I could eat one thing for the rest of forever, it’d be…uh. Hm. That’s a tough one. I guess I’d have to say stew. There’s a little of everything in it, enough room for change, and I like making it!

Hmmm.

Do you have a favorite author? Movie? Dessert? Rainy weather or sunny weather? What kind of video games do you like…if you like them at all, that is? 

Perhaps that says more about you then him. Then again, I don’t know him so I can’t really say for sure.

Well think about it.  If I just choose something like custard pie, I would get sick of it fairly quickly.  If I choose your leftovers, there’s a better chance of variety.  Not to mention you did say you overcooked a bit so there will usually be something for me at least.

I think picking “whatever a master chief would serve his or her best costumers” would be cheating a bit, so I went with something more rational.

Favorite author changes as much as music.  I do have to say that George R. R. Martin is someone I do very much admire for their writing ability.  I don’t really watch many movies, but Disney movies are fairly nostalgic.  I prefer rainy weather, actually.  Hmmm my laptop can’t really play some of those high depth games but the smaller ones that rely on story more than graphics… I play those once in a while.  If they’re free.

Now for you.  Also what do you love to do?  Hobbies?  Favorite story?

((NIGHT YO))

flaviofavoloso:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

-Earl nods before quickly scribbling in his notebook again and holds it up.  The “3/10” has been crossed out and “2/10” has replaced it-  

Your beautiful face can’t stop the conceded words coming from your mouth.  Such a same.

What better way to promote my beauty than to flaunt it? What is a shame is you thinking you can mark me down! Now that, that  all in itself is a crime.

[places the back of his hand to his forehead in a dramatic manner, leaning back] [sighs and bats his lashes at Earl behind his glasses] Such a cruel, handsome man you are.

A bit of mystery never hurt.  Or quiet.  Though I would love to see whatever law was passed that protected your ego for the harsh cold truth of what you deserve.

Are you truly to flatter me?  Handsome I may be but I can never hope to be cruel enough to you, though I can certainly try!

Park Meeting (Closed)

Rolling his shoulders, Earl stretched out the kinks he had built up over the hour.  It was a beautiful day outside, just warm enough to be comfortable, and he had picked one of the best spots in the park to soak up whatever sunlight he could stand while watching everyone else enjoy the day.  It was a different scene from the cafe or stores he had utilized during winter.  He tapped his pen on his notebook, placed on his crossed leg, as a small family walked by.  Not the most exciting spot. actually, but at least it was different.

A lazy idea struck and he started jotting down a few things in his notebook, not paying attention to whatever was around him for the moment.

flaviofavoloso:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

flaviofavoloso said: [frowns] you simply don’t appreciate how talented i am. [wipes away a manly tear] [at least he looks fab]

Your talent is lost on a peasant such as myself.  I can never truly understand the beauty that your puffed cheeks and flying spit holds.

Ah, no need to be so harsh on yourself darling. I understand that someone as radiant as I is a bit too much to handle. I mean, just look at me. Too gorgeous for this world, but I grace you with my very existence. No need to thank me. But, you’re welcome nonetheless.

-Earl nods before quickly scribbling in his notebook again and holds it up.  The “3/10” has been crossed out and “2/10” has replaced it-  

Your beautiful face can’t stop the conceded words coming from your mouth.  Such a same.

flaviofavoloso said: [frowns] you simply don’t appreciate how talented i am. [wipes away a manly tear] [at least he looks fab]

Your talent is lost on a peasant such as myself.  I can never truly understand the beauty that your puffed cheeks and flying spit holds.

[beat boxes]
flaviofavoloso

-Pulls out a small notebook and starts to write in it.  He looks up at the other intensely before jotting something else down.  A minute or two passes by before Earl lifts up the page to reveal a very intricate “3/10”-