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BanaBatGirl · 04-02-2020, 02:49 PM

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

Valerie Gray, in general, loathed being where people were and Jerry's attempts to socialize her by squandering her (with very little effort required on his part) into attending his film functions only made the deep frown that all too often graced her porcelain features all the more defined. Today was another one of those days.

Fired from yet another waitress job for her lack of etiquette (it was hardly her fault that the patron in question had ordered a cheeseburger with no cheese, which was irritating enough, and then found his ice team poured on his head when he suggested she stick her finger in it to turn it into a sweet tea), Valerie was hardly counting her blessings as she stormed her way over towards the trash can and tore off the apron to the the diner. With a growl that would make even rabid dogs cower, she threw the worthless fabric in and hardly paid its current occupant any mind.

David had been about to pick up the pristine newspaper, but not yet, because he hadn't quite finished his sandwich and was fussy about handling dirty objects whilst eating. He was fully intending to sit and read it when all of a sudden, a jumble of fabric hit the paper and submerged it fully into the can, both objects tumbling to the bottom of the rubbish bin with a resounding clang and an even louder growl.

Well. There went his reading.

Turning instead to the source of the thrown-away fabric (and possibly the source of the growling), David was startled, blinking suddenly and leaving his mouth open slightly where he had been about to take another bite of sandwich. What a strange creature. So pale. So... angery looking. Why were its eyes red? Had it she been crying, or were they always pigmented this way? And why was he getting a strange sense of deja vu from looking at her? He was instantly fascinated and obviously staring at her.

David closed his mouth and swallowed the lump of air in his throat, his sandwich momentarily forgotten. "Alright there?" he inquired politely, wondering what in the world was going on, and how this...this...woman had made such an animalistic sound. He was impressed by it, admittedly.

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BanaBatGirl Banshee Join Date: May 2007 Location: Gotham Posts: 51,213 Hogwarts RPG Name: TBD Gryffindor Hogwarts RPG Name: Zara H. Bunbury-Foster Slytherin Fifth Year	Professor Pink \| Mrs. Bruce Wayne \| I'm on a Goat \| Glitterpuff \| Dumbledore's Defense Squad \| BHB Quote: Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie Valerie Gray, in general, loathed being where people were and Jerry's attempts to socialize her by squandering her (with very little effort required on his part) into attending his film functions only made the deep frown that all too often graced her porcelain features all the more defined. Today was another one of those days. Fired from yet another waitress job for her lack of etiquette (it was hardly her fault that the patron in question had ordered a cheeseburger with no cheese, which was irritating enough, and then found his ice team poured on his head when he suggested she stick her finger in it to turn it into a sweet tea), Valerie was hardly counting her blessings as she stormed her way over towards the trash can and tore off the apron to the the diner. With a growl that would make even rabid dogs cower, she threw the worthless fabric in and hardly paid its current occupant any mind. David had been about to pick up the pristine newspaper, but not yet, because he hadn't quite finished his sandwich and was fussy about handling dirty objects whilst eating. He was fully intending to sit and read it when all of a sudden, a jumble of fabric hit the paper and submerged it fully into the can, both objects tumbling to the bottom of the rubbish bin with a resounding clang and an even louder growl. Well. There went his reading. Turning instead to the source of the thrown-away fabric (and possibly the source of the growling), David was startled, blinking suddenly and leaving his mouth open slightly where he had been about to take another bite of sandwich. What a strange creature. So pale. So... angery looking. Why were its eyes red? Had it she been crying, or were they always pigmented this way? And why was he getting a strange sense of deja vu from looking at her? He was instantly fascinated and obviously staring at her. David closed his mouth and swallowed the lump of air in his throat, his sandwich momentarily forgotten. "Alright there?" he inquired politely, wondering what in the world was going on, and how this...this...woman had made such an animalistic sound. He was impressed by it, admittedly. __________________ yeah, there's one thing about me that you should know________________________________ __________________________________________that I can't help from speaking my mind