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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Apr 25, 2010 22:05:14 GMT -5
Normally, this town would never have been so busy. But it wasn't that it was a Saturday or that everyone had something to do. No. It was the fact that someone was here. Normally this town would be quieter, it wasn't a large town or a small town. It wasn't in the middle of nowhere either. So there were magazines and on some of them were excerpts or articles about the infamous Davingoun family. " Hated from birth, the only Davingoun son joins the family fortune after his mother was put in prison 4 years ago. Can he overcome this tragedy of his mother's abuse? Or will it sink the Davingoun's wealthy company for good?" That's what all the news raved about. The magazines rated the Davingoun son as "one of the sexiest men of the year!" and " Fourth wealthiest man in the world!" but none of them dared to call him what he really was.
But the women were se3rching the streets. Rumors went around that Augusta was exploring the country for the past few weeks and was going to stop at their town!! Even married women dressed up for a trip to the store. Which was just what one women was doing. She was heading to her son's soccer game and stopped by the convenience store and was talking to her friend in one of the aisles.
" He's drop-dead gorgeous Susan! He's the 4th richest men in the worlds and isn't even 22 yet! Plus he's French so he had the most seductive accent. Ugh, I'd have him talk to me all day if I could..."
" Margret your stupid, He's probably got a million sexy women waiting for him, I heard he dated a model once..."
" More then once, geez, I bet he's a womanizer too!"
Little did they know, behind them was the drop-dead gorgeous womanizer, except he had a hoodie and sunglasses on and was staring at the pre-ground coffee with enough seriousness to boil a brick...
" this must be what they call 'commoners coffee...' seems reasonable, commoners have no time to ground their own coffee..." the Frenchman said with a very intellectual tone.
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Apr 25, 2010 22:19:26 GMT -5
Kristopher personally thought the woman in this town where utterly insane. He and his brother had just arrived in this place only last week and it went from normal to completely insane. All the woman could seem to do was talk about some rich guy coming to port, in a matter of speaking. Kris personally could careless. He had far more important things to take care of, like at this very moment the boy had his nose pressed to the doughnut case.
It was only around two in the afternoon, but Kristopher liked doughnuts, especially the chocolate long johns. So, he stood there dressed in a pair of tight jeans with a single rip on the left knee, old and very worn plaid sneakers, a faded red shirt (that looked pink) with yellow skulls and arrows across it in a nice graphic style. His knuckle gloved hands with the black painted nails tapped against the glass. Oh the long john looked so good right now!
He licked the corner of his mouth and then finally brushed his hair to the left side of his face. His stupid burnette hair was turning caramel and had a wave to it, his curls where coming back to life and his hair was fading to blond. He would need to dye it again, it annoyed him really.
He raised his head, as a thought came to mind. Where the hell was Kyle? "Ugh, I want one..." But he didn't see his brother yet. Huh, must of gone to the bathroom. So the ninteen year old who looked more on the lines of sixteen or seventeen turned his head to look behind him.
That's when he saw the guy in the hoodie. He raised a brow slowly as he barely caught what he was saying and the woman being so loud. Forget it, he couldn't think, "Hey, can you girls keep it down about the guy? I can't think right, sheesh! Let alone count my change." In which he was now doing because he wanted that damn doughnut. Right. Now.
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Post by Kyle Roberts on Apr 25, 2010 22:39:55 GMT -5
Kyle just yawned as some middle-aged housewife prattled on about some french puff ball that was wandering around on the loose. To be honest he didn't really give a rats ass if it was the pope, the president, or Miss Alabama turning up, he just needed some damn sleep. He and his brother were on the run once again, their previous hidey-hole having been uncovered by that soul sucking bitch that called herself their mother. To be honest it had really been their younger sister, Sarah, but Kyle was doing his best not to think about her. Everytime he did it took all he had not to just break down.
Now however he wandered into the bathroom, his paranoia prompting him to lock the door behind him and make sure the catch would hold. That settled he went to the sink, turning on the cold water, catching several handfuls and splashing them into his face. His complete and total lack of an upbringing was plainly evident when he just shook his hair dry and wiped his face off with his shirt, completely ignoring the paper towel dispenser. Glancing up into the mirror, he let out an exhausted sigh as he ran a hand through his hair, examining his reflection. The gray ACDC t-shirt was starting to fade, as was the black jacket he wore over it, and the color was almost gone from his blue jeans. Luckily his boots were holding up fine, it'd be a bitch if those fell apart on him.
With another sigh he turned away, opening the door and stepping back into the door proper, immediately scanning the area for anything suspicious. Everything seemed to check out and so he moved off to where he'd spotted Kris' hair, the boy conveniently enough standing not too far from the coffee pot. He gladly grabbed a cup and filled it to the brim, chugging down the strong concoction. He just rolled his eyes at his little brothers antics, whistling at him and holding up enough for a doughnut. Even now the blond loved his sweets. Some things jsut never changed. |
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Apr 25, 2010 22:51:43 GMT -5
The girls heard the brunette haired boy and smiled, " sorry..." they both said and causally walked out of the place. At that moment a loud sigh was let out of the guy in his hoodie. He was dressed in a pair of slightly baggy jeans, but it was obvious they were designer. He was wearing new black high-top Converse and his hoodie was of some French band, black with white and red lettering and decal. His sunglasses were aviators with silver frames, and around his neck was a silver chain. His black shaggy hair was covering a bit of his glasses as he reached out to grab a container of Folgers. He looked amused as the corner of his lips curled slightly. " Commoners coffee, cute..." he said a little bit loudly. He meant to be talking to himself.
He took the large container of pre-ground coffee and then went and got a half-gallon of chocolate milk and a box of vanilla wafers. With a soft smile on the corner of his lips he walked up to the counter were the woman looked at him like he was a mental patient. He started to look around as the woman scanned the items. " Oh gas on pump 4..." he said softly an accent littering his words as he glanced over to the doughnut case. Two boys were standing next to it and he suddenly wanted.... oooooh... maybe not the doughnut so much... The fading brunette next to it was cuter then cute. He took off his sunglasses showing off brightly colored blue eyes before he walked past the two boys and pulled out three chocolate iced doughnuts and bought those too. The lady behind the counter was staring at him and he put his sunglasses back on. She rolled her eyes, " men are so weird..." she muttered.
The 6'3'' male pulled down his hood to run a hand through his hair as the woman bagged his things. But despite the girls comment, the Frenchman said nothing.
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Apr 25, 2010 23:05:42 GMT -5
He shook his head as the women left, "I swear old ladies talk like parrots..." He sighed then and looked back at the doughnut case. However a whistle caught his attention and sure enough when he looked up his brother was at the coffee. He laughed a little and hurried over to his brother, "Gimmie!" He said happily and took the held out money happily and scampered back over to the doughnut case, giggling like a school girl.
Though after a moment he paused as the guy a the counter looked his way. Green eyes made contact with blue almost instantly. Kristopher stared at Augusta, his green eyes popping out due to the eye liner he wore in an attempt to blend in with a teenager crowd and he rather liked the eye liner too.
But those blue eyes captured him and his face turned a shade of pale pink. Quickly, the boy looked away and pulled out a long john and stuck it in a plastic bag with a few napkins in it. "Oh my god. What was that about?" he asked himself mentally. Bending down, the boy decided to grab another napkin and stick it in the bag. Then standing up right he closed the case, glanced at his older brother, "Yo-You want one?" He called out to Kyle, putting on his happy grin to cover his embarrassment and leaned over the doughnut case to see his brother better.
Sometimes, Kristopher could be a retard and not noticing what he is doing even if he noticed someone looking at him. But he tried to shrug it away. Maybe the blue eye guy was looking past him and at a drink or something, yeah a drink...totally. So with his back to Augusta, he waited for his brothers reply.
"Got enough for another!" He held up his hand, causing his shirt to ride up and expose his sides.
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Post by Kyle Roberts on Apr 25, 2010 23:23:54 GMT -5
He was refilling his cup when the man spoke, drawing Kyles attention to him. Commoner's coffee? Kyle just rolled his eyes, already not liking this guy one bit. This guy might have had money, but where did he get off acting like the king of England? Yes, he knew this was the person everyone had been talking about, it didn't take alot of brainpower to add up the clues. The man was just lucky that Kyle wasn't idiot enough to care about who he was, or else the whole town would be in the store in a half a second.
When Kris snatched the money and ran off giggling he just shook his head, grinning at the boy's childish antics. He had no idea how Kris was planning to be a doctor when there was no chance of him ever growing up. Ah well, he wouldn't have it any other way. He loved his brother just like he was, and it kind of made him feel like he was needed so long as Kris stayed a little kid. Call him selfish, but that was really what he wanted, to stay withhis brother for as long as he'd let him.
Kyle quite literally facepalmed at his brother's reaction to the man's gaze. It was always like this, always. Everytime Kris chanced upon an attractive person he spazzed out, be they male or female. To be honest it kind of made Kyle jealous, seeing as he was never spazzed over. But then he supposed that was just because he and Kris were always together. Their interactions were second nature, and not very subject to change. Shaking his head at Kris he sighed, turning back towards the pot to drink his 'commoner's coffee' |
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Apr 25, 2010 23:36:13 GMT -5
Augusta had been just as transfixed by the others gaze that he quite literally had to pull himself away from those green eyes. It was like a retarded game of Battleship, once Augy had met eyes with the boy, he couldn't stop thinking. Unlike the kid he didn't blush, but he felt his insides turn over like when your about to ask this beautiful lady out and she's deciding her answer. Augusta kept his off, he hung them off the collar of his hoodie before smiling at the girl behind the counter. The girl smiled, " fancy that... he just rolled into town last week... cutie isn't he..." she said. Augusta looked up and smiled softly, handing over a black credit card. The woman swiped the card and looked over to Kris. " They have only been in here a couple times, but I'm pretty sure they are brothers, they seem close enough to be, I guess they look alike too... " she said in a hushed voice so Kris and Kyle wouldn't hear. Augusta still smiled but didn't utter a word. The girl handed him a pen and a receipt (at least it looked like one) and Augusta wrote something down on it.
Handing the paper to the girl she beamed and gave him his bag of goodies before Augusta walked to the door. He turned just slightly, enough to lock eyes with the fading brunette once more before quickly turning and leaving. Outside he stood leaning up against a dark black Chevy Impala with a doughnut in one hand and the half-gallon of chocolate milk in the other. His sunglasses were still hanging off the color of his hoodie and those unnaturally blue eyes still scanned the station for something interesting.
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Apr 25, 2010 23:45:15 GMT -5
Seeing as his brother didn't want one, the boy frowned a little. "You need to form a sweet tooth." He said to his brother but knowing Kyle, he would make the phrase, "Why do I need a sweet tooth when I have you around all night." or something to that extent. He just hoped Kyle wouldn't say that right now. So he dropped down on his feet and turned to pay for the things and the coffee.
He really wished his brother wouldn't drink so much of that stuff, it was bad for him but he needed to stay awake he supposed. Couldn't blame him really, not with the family on the move and looking for them.
"Hello," He said to the girl, his eyes glancing at the man as he was leaving and those lovely eyes locked on again. Well fuck, must he keep doing that. Nibbling on his lower lip he turned back to the girl and started to count the change. "And um, I'll pay for his coffee as well..." he turned once again to look at Kyle. "Don't get another cup, that's bad for your heart and our wallet!" He pointed out but paid the girl anyways on the amount that was due.
"Anything else we need Kyle, while I'm paying?" He asked, motioning for his bother to join him as his green eyes looked back out to the doors and seeing the care the other guy was in. Mr. Blue-Eyed-Commoners-Coffee man.
"Whoa..." he said under his breath while staring at the car.
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Post by Kyle Roberts on Apr 26, 2010 0:03:19 GMT -5
Frankly, he was glad when the man left, and hoped that he was on his way out of town. Kyle knew absolutely nothing about the stranger, but he did know that he didn't like him. Most times his senses told true the nature of a person upon the first meeting, it was how they'd stayed alive so long. Something in his mind just immediately went up in arms while the frenchman was around, and so that meant that he was no good. It didn't occur to him that his jealousy might be the root cause of that defensiveness.
Turning his head to Kris, he just grimaced at him. What was it with Kris and ragging on him for his coffee habit? He needed the stuff like a needs water, it was about all that kept him going these days. "Tell ya what doc. You come up with a better alternative and I'll quit drinking it. Until then, clam up." Bit harsh maybe, but Kris knew he didn't mean anything by it. Hell he'd never even gotten irritated with his younger brother, leastways not that he could remember.
Turning away from the coffee pot he perused the aisles, looking for something specific. He found it easily enough despite the fact that the small tubes were well hidden in the back of the bottom shelf. He grabbed one up and then, being struck by a sudden thought, he grabbed up another. In a slightly better mood he meandered up to the checkout counter, smirking slyly at Kris. "Nah, I've got this." He placed the two tubes on the counter, winking charmingly at the woman as he reached for his wallet. She plushed a bit, but when she saw what the tubes were and realized what seemed for all the world to be him not so subtly hitting on her she immediately turned away. She knew what he had in find. ...Or at elast she thought she did. |
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Apr 26, 2010 0:17:01 GMT -5
Augusta sat in his car, he almost fell asleep as he sat there and started with the second chocolate iced doughnut. He watched the blond who seemed to be staring at him and his car. It was a nice car. He would have his Ferrari or his Lamborghini or his Mercedes. But this was a good cover-up so people wouldn't trash his car trying to get to him. Some fans were a bit too crazy for him. And some were legally psychotic. It just came with the fact of being a celebrity.
The girl, as Kyle wandered off to find what he needed smiled and slid the paper across the counter to him. " Mr. Tall, dark and handsome wanted you to have this..." she said before clamming up as Kyle came back into view. Augusta watched carefully as he slowly got out of his car, doughnut still in his mouth. He walked to the trunk of the car and pulled out one bag and closed the trunk lid. He threw the bag into the back seat of the Impala and then stood outside the car. He leaned against the vehicle and smiled softly.
The paper that she handed over to Kris had a messy, yet neat hand writing that seemed to be too soft to write with a pencil. In blue ink it said;
Chocolate long johns are my favorite,
But there was only one left.
You looked like you really wanted it.
I hope it's the best one you've ever had.
~Augusta
574-112-8092
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Apr 26, 2010 0:33:05 GMT -5
" Mr. Tall, dark and handsome wanted you to have this..."
"Huh?" The blond blinked for a moment in confusion and then took the paper, he held it in his hand, read it. Blinked. Read it again and his poor green eyes grew wide as he put a hand over his mouth. "Oh my god." He said to himself softly. Surely, that wasn't a pick up line was it? But it had his phone number on it too...
He read it again and the more his eyes looked at it the brighter his face got. Reaching out quickly he grabbed his bag with the doughnut as Kyle came around. He quickly shut his fist around the note. No, he had to mean it innocently, he had too! Really, yes, it was talk about a DOUGHNUT and nothing more.
Kritopher jumped a bit as Kyle came up beside him. The blond looked down at the counter and almost died. If his face wasn't red then it was now. "Good god almight." He muttered and looked up at Kyle with this look of utter shock and surprise that went about 'Really? Are you freaking serious two?! What the hell do YOU hav planned?' Of course he didn't say anything other then pushed on his brothers foot with his own out of embarassement only and muttered.
"I'm stepping outside while you, um---yeah." He quickly turned on his heels and exited the store. He leaned against the wall near the paper dispensers and brought his doughnut to his mouth. However, the doughtnut lingered over his opened mouth as he saw the guy leaning against the car.
Kristopher suddenly felt as if his face was on fire but none the less took a bite out of his food, even if it felt really dirty to do so. But he couldn't help but stare at the man now. He wanted to go up to him and say something. Anything. Then without him even meaning too, he walked towards Augusta.
He opened his mouth to say something, then suddenly changed his mind and put his food too his mouth again, turning away from him to think. What the hell was he doing going near him?! Kyle would have his head!
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Apr 27, 2010 22:43:01 GMT -5
The blue-eyed man leaned up against his car. He finished off his iced doughnut and watched the brunette leave the store. Normally Augusta didn't even give these kind of people the time of day. but he told his father he needed a month to himself, and so his road-trip vacation started. So he started to travel across the US. He knew enough English to fit in and had a plane and boats if he needed it. So he stayed in hotels and lived the life of what he called 'the commoners.' Basically tried to live the life of and everyday citizen. It wasn't that he disrespected the poor, not at all. He was raised to think of himself as better. It wasn't something he could help.
Augusta watched as the kid (kid because he looked considerably younger then himself, which was weird because on a normal basis he would never pursue someone so much younger) walk outside. But suddenly the brunette started to walk towards him, which was something he was not expecting in the least. He expect a call or text or something. But the boy seemed confused and turned away from him at the last second. So he stood there and, like a scientist, watched Kristopher. With an odd look on his face, he seemed curious, yet silent. He would not make any sort of movement of judgment until Kris made one first. Augusta was always like that, always calculating, very left-side of the brain. He was cunning, sly, and manipulative. This often meant he kept to himself, but was also deadly in an argument and often even more dangerous in any sort of business transaction. But his personality also, often doomed every relationship he tried to have, even in forced relationships, the ending was always sour. He was too quiet and too manipulative and too... too mentally fucked up. He was on god knows how many medications to keep his badly functioning brain straight. It wasn't that he was dumb, oh no, he was a literary and mathematical genius and could list all the elements off the periodic table forwards and backwards without skipping a beat. No, it was the fact that he had 4 different personality disorders, mostly from his mother and some even from the pressures of having a controlling and very rich father.
So it wasn't a surprise that all his relationships, be it romantic or otherwise, were doomed to fail.
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Apr 27, 2010 22:55:59 GMT -5
Kristopher chewed on his lower lip viciously as he tried to think all of this through. What was he going to do? Say to this...this guy with the car and the doughtnut...
Wow...
Clearing his throat, Kristopher took a large bite out of his food and thought about all of this and so far his brain was making no sense whatsoever. So, with a half eatten doughtnut, he turned and moved towards Augusta again. He did not stop until he was at least five feet from the man, but not invading his bubble. Hell no, if he invaded it then who the hell knows what would happen.
The fake burnette looked up at the man who was so much taller then the poor 5'8 boy. Okay, he had to speak, be brave and up front. However, his mouth went off without thinking, "Um, Hi." Um, hi? UM HI!? What kind of a greeting was that? The hell was he even saying. UGH! Stupid! Wanting to smack himself the blond tried to cover up his retarded greeting.
"I um, got the note and um...thanks for leaving me the last one." He remarked and praying to God the doughnut was really the main point of the conversation. He really did because if it wasn't, the blond might just melt into a puddle of mush. He turned his head slightly to look away from the taller boy and towards the doors, hoping his brother didnt come out anytime soon.
Kyle hated it when Kris talked to other people, especially ones that left him notes.
A thought came to mind, maybe he should give him a number to call? Or something.....or or....wow, what pretty blue eyes and skin tone and wait a minute he shouldn't be staring!
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Apr 27, 2010 23:14:12 GMT -5
"Um, Hi."
Augusta stared at the fake brunette, just stared with bright blue eyes. They really were an odd color, they were ice blue. Yet they were as bright as the sun and compared to his skin and jet black hair, they were the brightest feature on his face. His face was mature, but young with his high cheekbones and light expressions. But he normally, always wore and very serious look. But today he had a curious tone to him, he was not smiling, but not frowning either and his eyes were beaming with a soft happiness and slight curiosity. He listened, but didn't respond yet.
"I um, got the note and um...thanks for leaving me the last one."
Oh right... the doughnut! Augy then, smiled. And boy was that smile, a million dollar smile! But it faded away as quickly as it had come. " Your quite welcome..." he said softly, his tone was not harsh, but a thick French accent littered his words, and his whole being seemed to radiate the rich-snooty-boy stereotype. But something about the way his eyes showed emotions said otherwise, said something more along the lines of a small child, curious but shy. Deathly shy really.
The Blue eyed man held out his hand, long fingers. This, to any sort of musician would show the signs of a piano player, since people who excel at the piano tend to have long fingers in order to reach many octaves at once. People who have been playing since childhood often have their hands grow to be long, so their hands seem very thin, yet quite touch and resistant. And like most, Augusta was no different. He hand long hands, because he had been playing a piano since almost birth. If he didn't love making watches so much, he would have wanted to pursue a career in music.
But he was stuck with the banking thing... which he didn't quite enjoy...
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Apr 27, 2010 23:22:30 GMT -5
"Erm, yeah." Kristopher brought his doughnut to his lips and nibbled on the half eatten thing as he thought about what to say or do. But nothing seemed to come to mind. God, he just stared. The man was lovely and apparently French with that accident so deep as it was...say was he that...that...oh dear.
Kristopher blushed deeply at the mere thought and as soon as he realized the doughtnut was still hanging in his lips. He quickly bit it, lowered it and sawllowed. GOD! Why did that seem so dirty?!
Waiting until he was finished he spoke again, "Um, so...names Kristopher..." He said at last, however his voice was rather low as he averted his eye then, clearing his throat and looking at his doughnut. God, why was it betraying him so? It reminded him of the note, and god that was just wrong. But now, maybe he could confirm his thoughts to find out if this was the rich man or not...if so it was best to turn around and walk back to his brother and leave.
However, having a contact for the future might come in handy when it got time to go to college. That is, if Kristopher could, seeing as he came from a very, very bad family and always having to change states at least once a year and move constantly. Maybe an online school for him? Huh.
Turning his gaze back to the man, he chewed on his lower lip. "I just wanted to say thanks...and all. So um, I guess I should just...let you go and all."
Good job! Be a retard!
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