[OPEN] run away with me?

[indiana elizabeth hutchinson]

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[atrb=background,http://i1060.photobucket.com/albums/t456/Awengera/IndieTableMid_zpsa78d6709.png] Today had been a fairly relaxed day. Other than a light ride in the morning, she hadn't done much today. Now the time has brought itself to evening, so tonight needs to be interesting. What better way than to find something to do in the city? As always, her camcorder stays safely tucked away in it's case, in the black over-the-shoulder military style messenger bag she typically has with her, containing practically everything important to her – she doesn't put it down. Her camcorder, laptop, her flip video camera for when she needs a quicker, easier take, notebooks to quickly note what she needs. The thing on her mind is to find a subject to blog today. Whether it be a text post or a video, she doesn't like to miss more than three days without an update, and she hasn't had anything in the past two days. It's been a few months since they began settling in Addison, and Alexis is slowly beginning to recover. Since Indie stopped traveling so much, there's been a lot less to blog about. Walking practically blindly, her thoughts consuming her as she surveys the surrounding area on the sidewalk. A few other people walk hurriedly to their destinations, the club-goers aren't out yet. She walks slower, biding her time, no where in particular to get to. Perhaps she can begin traveling again soon. Now that possibility engulfs her. Alexis is getting better. A vacation, even within the country, could happen now. Traveling alone isn't her preference though. Stepping to an artfully crafted bench on the side of the walkway, she pulls out the flip video camera, holding it up to face herself. She's been doing this long enough to know exactly where to hold it. She begins explaining to the camera about her need to travel again, and her lack of a travel partner. She already knows some of the more common followers to her blog. She slips in sarcastic comments and little jokes in as she speaks. The question she poses to the camera is basically a question, does anyone want to join her to travel, expenses paid? It's a risky thing to request of strange people who read her blog, but she simply requests being able to hang out with any takers first to make sure they get along well enough, like that will justify her outlandish request. Forgetting the fact of how unlikely it is anyone will gladly just drop whatever they're doing to travel. This isn't the first time she's done something similar successfully though, so she doesn't give it a second thought, as she presses the button to end the recording, putting away the small camera and turning, pausing before returning to the sidewalk. She'll edit and post the thing later.

[impy1]

Reede intently watched the stranger as she filmed herself. I wonder what that's about, he thought, somewhat smirking to himself, I guess I'll have to ask.

Really, all he wanted to know was if she was interested in a relationship, whether a one-night-stand or a long-term thing. Then he'd get to know her better, and decide if she was worth hanging around.

He caught up with her, just in time, "Hello, Ms." He smiled charmingly, matching her pace, "That was a very interesting video recording." He raised an eyebrow, wondering if she'd be like, 'Who the heck does this guy think he is?!'. He, of course, being a very self-centered hypocrite, would probably answer, 'Well, the center of the Earth, of course!'.

TAGGED . indiana hutchinson
WORDS . not enough!, short on muse
NOTES . it's late and i'm freaking tired! sorry for the very short post!

CREDIT . this lovely template was made by Arro from Caution 2.0. and features lyrics belonging to the oh so amazing Jason Mraz

[indiana elizabeth hutchinson]

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[atrb=background,http://i1060.photobucket.com/albums/t456/Awengera/IndieTableMid_zpsa78d6709.png] Her mind quickly strays from the quick recording the just did, instead focusing now on the thoughts for what tonight's plan would be. While she'd been to a few of the clubs in town, she was still uninformed on which was the best, her time has been to preoccupied by the horse, and her sister. She's caught off guard as a man falls into step beside her, at her leisurely pace. Before replying, she examines him for a moment, giving him the benefit of the doubt and crossing out 'creepy rapist murderer' in the back of her mind. Not that she was right, but she tended to look for the best in people. “It's just a blog thing.” She says simply, catching his eye for a moment. She was not idiot, there were only a select few reasons why he happens to be here right now. He doesn't know about her blog, which erases one possibility. Likelihood? He just wants a night of fun. That's out of her comfort zone, but like she pays attention to her 'comfort zone'. Still, not exactly what she had in mind. No need to instantly cast off the man though. ”Indiana, just call me Indie.” She introduces herself, not bothering to stop to look at him. She spots a man on the street, leaning against a brick building. It's easy to tell he's homeless. It's winter and he doesn't seem to have a coat, and a sign is laid down next to him, but he appears to be half asleep. She slows down, eying the sign. She catches the word 'food' and pauses. ”Do you like helping people?” She asks, stopping altogether and turning to the mystery man beside her, before looking around, scoping out anywhere to buy some groceries in the immediate vicinity.

[impy1]

"Reede. Unfortunately, no cool nicknames for me. Though, I could think of a few harsh ones." He laughed. He noticed the odd looks she kept shooting at him, and assumed she thought he was some freaky, messed up guy who wanted to murder her or something.

He heard her ask about helping people, and his brain yelled, "Um, NO!. But something about Indie made him want to just go along with her, follow her flow. Well, back to thinking in his prickish ways, he suddenly thought it would make a good impression, and that could be a way for him to get her to go out with him tonight. "I could." He smiled his smirky smile, and slowed his pace when she did.

TAGGED . indie
WORDS . 252
NOTES . u'll nvr no!

CREDIT . this lovely template was made by Arro from Caution 2.0. and features lyrics belonging to the oh so amazing Jason Mraz.

[IRONMAN]

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[atrb=background,http://i1060.photobucket.com/albums/t456/Awengera/IndieTableMid_zpsa78d6709.png] The hesitation was clear on his face, and Indie gazes at him with a look on her face that dared him to say no, to show selfishness, she knows that thick layers of that surround this man. It wouldn't surprise her if he'd never put another person ahead of himself before in life, from the consideration he had to give this simple question. The greed recovering on his face was evident as he answers. It's not an honest answer, but she'll take it anyways. She reaches to her hip and opens the messenger bag, taking out a wallet and opening it, pulling out a handful of twenties, handing them to Reede. Money is not much of a concern for her, and this is really a test for Reede. Either he takes the money and runs, or does what she asks. ”Okay, go to that store over there and get a nice winter coat that will fit him, and maybe some gloves too. Meet me back here in ten minutes.” She gestures to a clothing store only a few steps away, casts him a glance that challenges him to take the money and ditch, and then turns, leaving him standing alone there, wondering what he'll opt to do. How badly does he want to stay on her good side? She picks up a few premade sandwiches and some packs of dried fruit, paying for it and returning to the spot on the street, the man still napping beside the building. She stands for a moment, glancing at her phone. Reede has a minute and a half left to prove that he has a good side, and she patiently waits, leaning against a bench as she does so.

[impy1]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 305px; height: 200px; border-left: 5px solid #A6A6B0; border-right: 5px solid #A6A6B0;background:#F6F6F6; border-top-right-radius:40px; border-bottom-left-radius:40px;] Reede J. Marcison run away with me? [OPEN] Reede laughed, a bit insulted that she thought to give him money. Afterall, he came from the richest family, well, in Indiana, before he'd come to Addison, anyways. Though, he never really understood: people almost always assumed he couldn't afford things, and it bugged the crap out of him. Afterall, if he wasn't a spoiled rich boy, there'd be no-way he was this selfish and arrogant. As he paid for the items Indie had told him to purchase, he wondered if she thought he had run off with her money. I expect she'll be almost surprised when I return! He thought to himself, gaily. As he approached her, thirty-seconds early, on his watch (well, phone), he gave himself the satisfaction of one last smirk. "I bet you thought I wouldn't return, didn't you? It's okay if you answer honestly, I'm not that, well...." He let the smirk slip, but it turned into more of a smile. He couldn't tell himself why, but something about this girl made him want to smile. He figured she'd probably change him for the better, though he could never be sure (at least until he started hanging out with her, which he completely intended to). Notes: xxx Tag: indie - good friend & possible lover (well, we're working on it)

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[IRONMAN]

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[atrb=background,http://i1060.photobucket.com/albums/t456/Awengera/IndieTableMid_zpsa78d6709.png] It’s not exactly surprise that comes over her when Reede approaches, holding the things she’s requested. Respect, though. She’d hoped he’d care enough to return, but there was a part of her that said he might jet. Here he was, though. She takes a glance at her phone, just to make a point. ”Alright then, Reede. Not surprised, but happy.” She said, offering a little smile. ”Now, something tells me you’re going to want to soak up the credit for a good deed.” Indie says flatly, taking the bag he holds from his hand. ”They aren’t always grateful, but it’s worth it when they are. If he reacts badly, don’t you do anything. Walk away, got it?” She covers. Sometimes these people are actually druggies who don’t want things, only money, and will get angry or even violent when offered a material gift to help them out. About to turn and walk towards the man, she stopped, glancing out the corner of her eye at Reede, remembering how he’s acted. ”I know you aren’t doing this to be a good person. If you were trying to mask any intentions, you failed.” She says, but her voice isn’t very harsh. She was well aware of his likely intentions for helping her though. ”Alright, I’ll call your bluff. Dinner after?” She says after a moment. Sure, maybe she could be wrong about why he was doing this, but usually she could read these things pretty well. Turning on her heel before he could answer, she made a quick gesture telling him to follow if he wants, as she walks to the man asleep against the wall. Walking to his side, she crouches. ”Excuse me, sir?” her voice is gentle and caring. The man jolts awake, and she holds up the two bags, one with the clothing and the other with the food, explaining that they had got them for him. He watches her judgmentally for a moment, like this is a joke. Her trusting, loving gaze usually tells these people pretty quickly that she only wants to help. He accepts the offerings gratefully and offers many thanks. Only now does she look up to see if Reede is there.

[impy1]

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