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Post by abloodyrose on Oct 21, 2008 21:30:03 GMT -5
Jordan smiled and wiped away her tears. She didnt know Bell, but she was making quiet an effort. She looked at Bell's hand as hers ws sudenly grabbed. Scars...Could she be seeing things? She blinked but Bell pulled her hand away too soon.
She listend to Bell's order and felt the baby kick. She smiled as the waiter turned her way and placed a hand on her stomach. I'll have the same, but with Orange Juice instead. She felt another nuged from the baby and she smiled. Add some hashbrowns in there too.
She smiled as he walked away then looked to Bell. Thanks...I always break down when I think of that night. She inhailed deeply, sat back in her chair the rubbed her tummy. Hmm, you said you wanted to meet Taven, Yes? She closed her eyes waiting for Bell's reply, and thought about Bell's hand. Had she really seen those scars? Or was she imagining them...She decided to ask about them later.
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Post by candiedmusic on Oct 21, 2008 21:55:54 GMT -5
Belita watched her old friend walk away with their orders, he turned around once at the counter and nodded his head. Listening in to my conversations. He never gives it a rest. Belita thought silently and than turned her attention back to Jordan before pulling down her sleeves to make sure her scars were nicely covered. "Well, yes. He seems like he would be a decent man if he still, forgive me if this is rude, wants to keep the baby and you." Belita smiled apologetically.
She could just picture what would have happened if she had made that bold of a comment in her old homes. With her Ex. Master it would have meant lashing and at the orphanage it would have meant thrashing. Hmm...life could change other than the fact of what I am and how easy I am to spot. Belita thought bitterly as her friend brought them their drinks. Belita was happy with hers and sipped it carefully. It was nice to feel something in her empty stomach. She hadn't had dinner the night before or lunch. Low income meant little food.
(sorry for the shortness! Will have longer post next time!)
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Post by abloodyrose on Nov 5, 2008 16:58:48 GMT -5
Jordan smiled at Bell. Yes, he love me and the baby. Hes a pretty straight forward guy, and he dosent like judging the world. Maybe its because hes always judged.
She thought about that for a moment then waved her hand to disclose it Not that he should be judged...But I think youd like him.
As her drink arrived she pulled out a bottle of maternal vietamens, out of her large purse, and downed one with a gulp of her orange juice. She made a face of satisfaction then sat quietly.
A few minutes had passed then she looked up from her side of the table to Bell. Forgive me if Im being rude or intrusive but...What happend to your arm? She smiled apologetically, her eyes holding concern for this stranger whos company she enjoyed.
(Sry so short, will write more next time!)
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Post by candiedmusic on Nov 5, 2008 19:37:14 GMT -5
Belita hid her shock well as she closed her eyes, acting as if she were blinking. Her friend hadn't stepped that far away before Jordan's question was through her lips. He stopped to see how another group was doing, an elderly couple, but Belita knew exactly what he was doing. He was waiting for her response, as was normal because what ever she said could bring them both in the open. Belita than smiled as she opened her eyes, all of this having registered in the matter of a few seconds.
"It's a long story and I'd rather not enclose such details in mixed company." Belita said, not curtly as the words would have sounded without her smile and soft tone, and moved to cross her ankles under her flowing skirt.
The chocolate eyed woman took another sip of her coffee as she moved her eyes downward. Hopefully she had not hurt Jordan's feelings but in such a public place her story would be easily over heard. Not to mention, who knew how many of the customers could be tacked on as lycans. Belita turned her attention back to the woman as her friend moved back to check on their food. "Sorry if it was rude of me to deny you my story, but right now isn't the time. Let's get food first and than go...somewhere more private." Belita suggested.
More so the building Belita lived in as of now. It would seem a bit safer at the moment.
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