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Post by EZRA DARCY CHURCH on Aug 14, 2011 22:30:26 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] still it took us by surprise ( WORDS ) 430 ( TAGGED ) JACE/FERDIE ( STATUS ) COMPLETE Thursday afternoons of every week were spent loitering in the frozen food section of Dallas, Texas', very own Target. Ezra was humming along to ZZ Top's TV Dinners (because, really, what better song to sing in front of a display of Stouffer's?) whilst pushing his cart along, grabbing whatever microwavable concoctions that appealed to him along the way. Every now and again, he'd get bumped into by an escaped child. There was nothing he could do but mutter obscenities under his breath and twist his face into something emotion much less attractive.
Really, did he have to put up with the plethora of screaming minors and the white trash like this on a daily basis? Yeah, he did. It didn't make him enjoy his Thursdays anymore than he already did, however. He already spent six hours of his day in an office twenty-three minutes (yes, he timed it) away and slaved at work like no tomorrow. Because, yeah, solitaire and minesweep are too difficult for words. Really, in between the occasional meeting and the four or five phone calls that he got daily, Ezra often questioned why he had his office. Perhaps it was because it seemed more professional--and that's just what you had to be in the horse racing business: professional.
Ezra was in the produce area now, and he glanced at the leafy greens incredulously. Most veggies he bought always ended up shoved back behind a case of Samuel Adam's and had started to grow extra limbs by the time his bi-yearly fridge-cleaning day came round. He had to admit it: being a bachelor sucked. It sucked even more so that he was a gay bachelor; he would never (oh, how do they say it?) have a woman to get in the kitchen and make him a good ol' sandwich. But of course, that's why God blessed this green--er, brown. Hello, Texas--earth with brands like Lean Cuisine and Hot Pocket.
When he felt his cart had been stocked efficiently with more Keebler elves than a single person could count, Ezra made his way over to the meat section. He was going to attempt to grill out at least once within the next week, because every self-respecting Texan man should do that. And he was just that. Of course, this meant choosing a quality steak, which also meant being savvy in the cooking department. And that meant that he'd just stare at a package of T-bone steaks and look deep in thought, because yeah (and let's prepare for an innuendo here), he was a professional meat man. Not. lmao, not my best! however, i tried just for you <3~ |
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Post by JACINTO AMORY ROMERO on Aug 15, 2011 0:26:28 GMT -5
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HELLO, DOLLY!
He wasn’t a housemaid. Honest to god he wasn’t. Usually, the moment he started feeling like he was doing too much around the house, he would go up to the parents and lay out in no uncertain terms what his job entailed. He took care of the kids, and that was it. Sometimes that meant cleaning dishes, and cooking meals, and even, when the time called for it, grocery shopping. Whatever it took to make sure the kid was alright. That didn’t make him a housemaid, though, not at all, no siree bob. Or, at least, that was what he told himself on the car ride to the supermarket, trying to ignore the nagging feeling in the back of his head that told him he wasn’t getting paid enough to drag this woman’s kids all over the place. Not that they were bad kids; he’d had worse. God, had he had worse. But, as a rule, six year olds and two year olds were damned near impossible to keep under control. When you put them together it was just asking for a disaster, but when you put them together in a supermarket, that was just begging for hell to rain down upon you.
Right now, though, they were being little angels. Perry, the older of the two, had yet to knock anything off the shelves or accuse Jace of being a horrible person, and Addison, the more unfortunately named of the two, hadn’t thrown one tantrum since they’d gone into the store. On the contrary, Addie was singing songs about squirrels he’d learned from hours of mindless television and Perry was actually asking him about things that didn’t involve guns. It was a miracle, some kind of karmic good luck that Jacinto could barely believe was real. They were both acting so good that he even promised them candy later, something which put them both over the moon. It was a good day, all said.
In this atmosphere of adorable children and good will, though, Jacinto slipped up and made the one mistake no parent should ever make. He let his guard down and turned his back on Perry, preoccupied with picking out the ingredients for dinner. When he turned around, the little troublemaker was gone. To his credit, Jacinto didn’t panic. Quite calmly, he put the products in the basket and asked Addison where his brother was, hoping the two-year-old would give him a straight answer. Sadly, one was not forthcoming. With only a vague ‘I’unno’ to go off of, Jace found himself panicking, trying to look through the aisles as quickly as he could without running head-first into someone and causing some kind of six-cart pileup. After looking through three aisles and quickly growing hysterical, he vowed to himself that when he found the kid, he was going to strangle him.
Thankfully for Perry, when Jacinto finally located him in the back corner of the store, there were too many witnesses around for any sort of throttling. Even if there hadn’t been, though, Jace wasn’t in the mood for throttling; he felt relieved, the sort of shaky, ‘I just survived a near death experience’ kind of relief that left you feeling weak in the knees. As he approached the boy, about ready to sob out of joy that the six-year-old hadn’t been kidnapped and cut into pieces, he noticed that the kid was talking to someone else, very animatedly, and even managed to catch a bit of the conversation. “—mommy is a very pretty lady. You’re a really pretty lady, too, but not as pretty as my mommy. She’s got hairs like yours, not all short though. Do you have to put on powder all the time—“ He lost the rest of the conversation, though, his horror drowning it out as he realized that the person Perry was conversing with was obviously not a ‘pretty lady’. Suddenly, throttling didn’t seem like all that bad of an idea.
He approached the pair very quickly, his mind in full out mother-mode, and parked the cart against the edge of the cold food section. By this time Perry had noticed his arrival and cut off his conversation mid-sentence, looking at Jace very guiltily, as if he was suddenly realizing that what he’d done probably wasn’t the best idea. The six year old hoodlum was the least of his problems at the moment, though; it was the man standing in front of him that warranted his full attention. He was good-looking and incredibly tall, honestly not all that girlish, though it was probably the hair and the stature that fooled the poor kid. God damn that Perry. With Addison safely buckled into the cart behind him, he sidled up to Perry, giving him a withering glare that promised no candy for a week before smiling up at the man, entirely apologetic. “I’m so, so sorry about that, sir. Was he causing you any problems?” Ah, the old groveling route. He’d learned over the years that it was the quickest way around miffed strangers; if you acted like some great injustice had happened to them, it was surprising how quickly they cooled down. Quickly, he glanced down at Perry, frowning deeply. “You know better than to bother strangers, Perry.” Embarrassed, the boy looked down at his feet, visibly shrinking under Jace’s disapproving gaze. He didn’t understand what he’d done wrong but he rolled with the blows, knowing better than to challenge the older man. Especially when he was this angry, and especially in front of other people. Even if said other people were very pretty ladies who happened to look a lot like Mommy.
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Post by EZRA DARCY CHURCH on Aug 17, 2011 23:03:11 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] still it took us by surprise ( WORDS ) 657 ( TAGGED ) JACE/FERDIE ( STATUS ) COMPLETE If there was one thing that Ezra loathed more than playing Iron Chef America, it was having to deal with children that weren't his. He did not like kids; period, flat, end of statement. The only exception to this was his nephew, and that was because he wasn't an exuberant, rambunctious rascal. He took after his more laid back "Uncle Ez;" however, the kid all in his face about pretty ladies did not seem to be related to any immediate member of the Church family. Maybe that's kind of why he wanted to hiss every profane word in the English vocabulary and shove him in the other direction. But this was Target; a shopping center. This was a public place. That meant keeping his cool.
Ezra wasn't a big fan of keeping his cool. Maybe if he was nice to the kid interrupting his steak-studying, he'd be able to get back to it in no time. He'd rather feign interest in raw cow rumps than whatever an elementary student had to tell him about a lady he didn't even know. Ezra let out a sigh and retorted to the younger's "compliment" with a, "Thank you, I guess." He paused. What the fuckin' hell did you say to a little boy that just compared him to whoever must be his butch lesbian mother? The older of the two shifted his weight, leaning a shoulder again the rack beside him. He crossed his arms and did his best to keep a neutral (if not somewhat apathetic) look on his face. "I don't wear--" Ezra was cut off mid-sentence when he was approached by a tall, dark and handsome gentleman.
And okay, maybe his mouth was frozen open for a few more moments than it should have been, but holy shit. Let's hear Ezra out for a moment, alrighty? Tall, dark and handsome was what every woman dreamed of, and in all honesty, this "pretty lady" was no exception. He'd been single and ready to mingle since... forever, really; however, that was beside the point. He hadn't been laid in years, but he quickly pushed any obscene thoughts away. Ezra was in public and interacting directly with kids. God, fuck, he'd feel like a creep.
Quite frankly, Ezra didn't even feel comfortable with getting the kid out of his bubble. He was actually quite relieved that he seemed to shrink when the other man approached. Taking his bottom lip between his teeth and chewing Ezra let his eyes wander to the toddler in tow. He should probably snap back into reality, but he was honestly curious: whipped boyfriend, fiance, single dad? There was no ring on his left ring finger, but--"Oh. Oh." Ezra lifted his gaze back over to the stranger and coughed apologetically into his fist. Awkward.
"Sorry; I got uh, distracted at the wrong time. But no, he wasn't being too much of a bother. Just, um, mis-gendered me is all." Ezra crossed his arms and stifled an amused laugh, because really, it was very seldom that his sexuality (gender or preference) was questioned; he'd at least been drunk in a bar at the age ripe old age of twenty-three with his last similar encounter. Of course, any sort of meeting that wasn't with business affiliates or family was a very rare thing. Ezra was not the most sociable of men. He kind of felt like the twenty-first century Scrooge. Ezra and Ebeneezer were close enough names, anyhow. People? Friends? A life outside of work? Bah-humbug!
The stranger in front of him didn't look like the most amicable of men, but that was probably due to the current situation at hand. "But really, the kid's alright," he told him. "Just try to keep him on a leash. They sell those kid harnesses now, y'know. You could get a Spongebob one and flaunt him like the classy little motherf--mother loving kid he is." And wow, Ezra, speak of classy. wow lol this is actually a terrible post and i'm so out of the loop but PLEASE LOVE ME I'LL GET BETTER AS I WARM UP MORE. |
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Post by JACINTO AMORY ROMERO on Aug 18, 2011 0:41:13 GMT -5
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HELLO, DOLLY!
It’d been a long, long time since Jace had talked to anyone outside of his various clients and their mini-me’s. He had friends, of course, plenty of friends. Tons. More than he could handle. But sometimes work demanded the soul of his social life and, when it called, he was forced to answer. So, you couldn’t really blame him for forgetting what kind of affect he had on people. He knew he was handsome, he knew his voice was sultry and had just enough of an accent to make it interesting. He’d had it told to him so many times that he’d started to use it like a superpower, shamelessly dazzling drunken girls into doing his bidding. It was a useful superpower, being beautiful. After a while, though, friends began to acclimate, and he wasn’t able to charm his way into borrowing five bucks, or not going to that oh-so-awesome dinner date that he’d promised five times he would totally go to. And, really, any woman with a child under eight was too asexual to be affected. Being around them was kind of like being a fire-bender in hell. Down there, no one’ll care about that extra bit of fire just lying around, but the moment you start doing some crazy flame shit up top, everybody’s freaking out.
After he caught the other man’s gaze, though, it all came rushing back to him, and he played it up like his life depended on it, smacking a pleasant smile onto his face, complete with non-creepy eye contact. He even laughed a little, showing a bit of his very straight teeth. “I really am sorry about that.” Yes, yes, bring out a bit of those Spanish roots. Flaunt them. Maybe they’ll be distracting enough that he won’t realize you’re basically flirting his pants off. “You know what young children are like. They see high cheekbones and long hair and they don’t know what to think.” He smiled in a ‘Whattaya gonna do?’ sort of way and moved his attention back to Perry, who was starting to pout. This entire thing was the kid’s fault, but, Jace always did have a soft spot for pouting. He ruffled the kid’s hair, returning his shy smile with a healthy grin. The stranger was still there, though, demanding his attention, so he ordered Perry to watch over his brother and, after making sure he wasn’t going to wander off after some other poor, effeminate man, he turned back to the boy’s previous victim.
“Leashes aren’t good for anything but making you look like an idiot, you know.” It was probably best they get off this topic. After that last comment and the barely-caught curse, his little act was starting to falter a bit. He never did like rude people; it wasn’t like Perry had called him fat or ugly or some other sort of unsavory adjective. He could have, so the ‘pretty lady’ should really be counting his blessings. “I’m Jace, by the way. It’s short for Jacinto, but that’s a bit of a mouthful for most people.” Right on cue, he edged forward a tad and ducked his head, the epitome of apologetic. “And, I know I’ve repeated this a million times, but I don’t think I can ever apologize enough. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you? I know a really good restaurant downtown that has amazing hamburgers. I’d pay.” Another dazzling smile and, end scene. He really did have this down to a science. A weird skill to hone but, it always seemed to reward him well. Especially when he got lucky and stumbled across people like this stranger.
Of course, he could have completely misinterpreted the entire situation. Unlikely, but maybe the man had been looking at him with some kind of intense, child-hating hatred rather than interest. And, maybe Jace was the queen of England. Still, he felt nervous hanging on the other man’s word, and quickly added a safe, “Unless you don’t want to, of course.” There, he was set; he had all his exits covered. He really hoped the pretty lady would accept his shameless invitation, though. It felt a bit sleazy to admit, but the man really was as pretty as Perry seemed to think (though not quite as pretty as his mother; she had to be some sort of biological perfection, with that face). Even with his obvious dislike for unleashed children (or maybe just poor Perry?), he still wanted to see more of this man. Preferably in a setting without confused toddlers and shelves of uncooked meat.
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Post by EZRA DARCY CHURCH on Aug 20, 2011 1:07:26 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] still it took us by surprise ( WORDS ) 702 ( TAGGED ) JACE/FERDIE ( STATUS ) COMPLETE Ezra? Oh, he knew he was a man... inizer. He had the looks, the cat-and-mouse attitude, and definitely knew the keywords that could make a guy shrivel up. Perhaps his vocabulary skills were not up to par, but he had what it took to get laid. What Ezra did not have, however, was the balls to even accost someone with the stranger's looks. He was an arrogant boy, sure; confident? Definitely. Some certain people things, however, had the power to take Ezra by his scruff and make him melt into some sort of puddle that would certainly cause secondhand embarrassment if you were there to witness it. It seemed like this stranger was no novice in this field of expertise, and it made Ezra anxious. He wasn't ever inclined to feel this submissive, per se; he was a leader, not a follower.
The younger took his bottom lip between his teeth and savaged it when the two made eye contact. There was so much confidence that radiated from the other, and quite frankly, it made him lose enough of his to make him uncomfortable. He'd met his match. Ezra's eyes darted to his shopping cart, and he kind of wondered why they just hadn't apologized to each other and carried on their merry ways. It was a bustling Thursday afternoon in Dallas, Texas--but then again, when was it not? Ezra had almost composed himself; straightened up and looked somewhat less like a socially inept neanderthal, bluffing his nonchalance. "It was just one of those weird things. There's no need to be sorry, really." And there wasn't, because who the hell could hold a grudge against a voice like that?
All of the swooning came to an abrupt halt with the other's next choice of words, and okay, he couldn't help but smirk. "Are you implying something, my good sir? I can assure you that I have never associated myself with the transgendered community." His eyes were glued to the kid the entire time that he was talking, and yeah, that seemed creepy, but the kid was just there. Ezra couldn't function like a proper human being around minors, what with any certain boundaries a parent or system of beliefs set for them; being tagged a bad influence didn't seem too appealing.
Maybe Ezra should have watched himself with the slight falter in his vocabulary, but he excused himself on account of being terrible with kids. If it weren't for the fact that he'd like converse a little longer with this gentleman, he'd have probably just shrugged it off without any sort of remorse. What a nice first impression that he'd made.
"Jace it is, then. Nice to meet you," he replied in a tone that could have come off as too noncommittal; he'd throw on one of his softer, more amicable smiles to balance the mood. "I'm Ezra. There's nothing to really abbreviate." Ezra let out a quiet laugh when Jace apologized for--what, the third time? "Really, it's fine. I've been there and done that... Just not with anyone under the age of eighteen." Cue awkward chuckling and shuffling of feet. He was somewhat relieved when Jace added onto that offer with the infamous "Unless..." But really, who was Ezra to turn down such a shameless stranger?
"I've got dogs at home to feed." He paused for a moment, despite the fact that two greedy French Bulldogs did not make for the most melodramatic of excuses. "However, a burger does sound a lot more appealing than a Hot Pocket. I may just have to take you up on that offer, Mr. Jacinto." Ezra felt his neck heat slightly, and he'd have to get onto his mother for remitting her pale skin to him. He'd kind of forgotten about the kids by now; though with a glance in the other direction, he could see the two kids and just, oh. Kids. He reprimanded himself within the same moment the word popped into his head. Oh suck it up, dipshit. If he got to know him now, hopefully he'd get to know him without the other two Stooges at some point. Ezra straightened himself up and gave an encouraging smile. "Lead the way, Stranger." whoooooo |
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