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Post by EDWARD ROCHESTER on Feb 20, 2012 21:48:47 GMT -5
It was late afternoon and the was was crisp and clean in Edward's lungs. He had just finished a meeting with a manufacturing firm over the finer details of a proposed agreement to supply the airline with some new planes for the fleet. He was dropping some of the MD planes since the company's reputation for spectacular crashes (mostly under the DC moniker) made everybody a little uneasy, and the publicity garnered by owning such a large number of the company's planes, however new and improved they were, wasn't doing him any good. The deal was nowhere near closed, but it was making decent progress nonetheless, and they had concluded the meeting just before lunch, leaving Edward to buy a somewhat suspicious looking sandwich from the compay building's cafeteria for a quick lunch. He unwrapped the sandwich and ate as he walked, making his way into Central Park.
Tossing the empty wrapper in the rubbish bin, he found a bench and sat down, gratefully taking in the peaceful scenery. After everything that had happened, all the ways his life had been torn to pieces and turnd inside out, he needed something to calm his soul, if only temporarily. He noticed the enterance to one of the gardens close by and decided it would be a waste not to explore it while he was there. Edward got up, adjusted his coat and suit jacket and unbuttoned the top two buttons on his dress shirt as he started walking towards the garden.
He hadn't gotten far when his foot hit against a solid mass on the ground. He looked down to see a man splayed out on the grass like some kind of corpse or careless sunbather.
"Excuse me," He said exasperatedly, "but you're blocking everybody's way to the garden. And what on earth is a grown man doing spalyed out like a bikini-girl on a beach anyway?"
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Post by PERRY "POSEIDON" GOETZKE on Feb 21, 2012 21:10:20 GMT -5
Perry was content. It was late afternoon and he wasn't working. He had spent so much time that week at the docks, he was starting to get sick of the sea. Not sea-sick; just sick of seeing only the sea and boats and fish all week. Yeah, sometimes even he had to go inland.
And the only place he liked to go when he was craving some solid land mass was Central Park. It was big, green and open. Perry liked to stretch out in the middle of a span of grass on his back, arms over his head and legs splayed out some. He was relaxing. He liked relaxing sometimes. He had his eyes closed, drifting off near sleep, sighing contently. He listened to the birds and the sounds of the city. It all calmed him. Not as much as his ranch in New Jersey, but it calmed all the same.
Perry was just about asleep when someone kicked him in the side. He jumped slightly, opening his eyes and looking up at the cause of the kick. It was an older man, not by much, who was staring down at him and saying something. What was he saying? Was it important? Perry blinked a few times, trying to focus. It was something about him being laid out in the grass like a bikini-girl. And how he shouldn't be doing that.
What?
Quickly, Perry sat up and narrowed his eyes as the man. The man kicked him (maybe it wasn't a kick as much as a bump, but it was bothersome either way), and he had the audacity to tell him he was in the wrong?
No.
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Post by EDWARD ROCHESTER on Feb 28, 2012 12:16:35 GMT -5
The man said nothing and did nothing but squint angrily at him. Edward glared right back. He may have been a British gentleman, but he could his hands dirty as much as anyone. And some slouch in Central Park wasn't going to send him off without a word like that.
"Well?" He demanded, not bothering to disguise his contempt, "Are you going to act like a human being and move out of everyone's way, or should just roll you away like an empty beer keg at a pub?" He scowled angrily, and gave him a light but intentional kick in the leg in exasperation. Bargaining and nitpicking contract details all morning hadn't helped his temper any.
"God, I need pint," Edward declared in a rather unsubtle manner as he waited for the man on the ground to do something...
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Post by PERRY "POSEIDON" GOETZKE on Feb 29, 2012 11:55:34 GMT -5
"Are you going to act like a human being and move out of everyone's way, or should just roll you away like an empty beer keg at a pub?" And he kicked him. Again.
Perry grabbed the foot in his hand by the ankle, giving it a firm, slight twist. It wasn't enough to send him toppling to the ground (but God, how he wanted to), but it popped softly with the joints working and seriously disrupted his balance. One more inch or a push and the man would fall over.
"Believe it or not," he drawled, voice low and angry, "acting like a decent human being in the first place gets the same reaction." He gave a small push, but kept him upright. "Kicking people is not decent."
If he really wanted to get under this guy's skin, he should have stood up and made him hop on his free leg. Embarrassing and helpless. But, keeping in the mind of remaining somewhat human, he remained sitting, and kept his grip.
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Post by EDWARD ROCHESTER on Mar 13, 2012 12:53:38 GMT -5
The man's grip was tight, and Edward felt his leg twisting, but stopped himself from openly wincing. There was no way in hell he was going to do that in front of such a neanderthal, and he had lived through worse pain, so this should be a cake walk. Still, he better solve the problem fast or he was going end up on his ass in front of God-knew how many people.
He glared down angrily at the man, then smirked. "Isn't this being a little childish?" He asked dryly, "I've been through much worse than someone trying to trip me, you know." He pulled off his glove and displayed his mangled hand to the man.
"I survived a fire, and I think I can manage you." Edward gave a yank as he tried to release his leg from the other man's grip.
(OC: Sorry this took so long ^^)
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Post by PERRY "POSEIDON" GOETZKE on Mar 15, 2012 11:12:16 GMT -5
The guy twisted and grunted and got even madder by the second. Perry didn't let go of him though. The man started this, not him. He would be the one to finish it, however. For now, he stayed on his ass, kept his grip light, and looked up at the man challengingly. The guy was whining about God knows what; the words "childish, isn't it" came across, making Perry frown again.
Perry was about to tell him exactly how childish he could be when he tugged his glove off and put his hand on display to him. Really, the way he was showing the scars was as if he wanted a photoshoot for it. It wasn't that impressive. Perry was sure the burns went all the way along his body, since he was fully clothed in the rare heat of New York City. Perry just looked at him. He was not impressed.
"I'm glad you like your hand. Remind me to drop my pants and show off my own." He huffed and let go of his foot. "But If you want a pissing contest, go somewhere else. I'm not in the mood, thanks."
Perry leaned back on his hands and grinned up at the man.
"You survived a fire, I survived war."
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Post by EDWARD ROCHESTER on Apr 10, 2012 7:41:59 GMT -5
Edward scowled and stuck is hands in his pockets just keep from punching the man in the face. "You have no clue what I survived," he muttered as he walked passed him, exploring the gardens for a few moments to cool his temper, than came out and sat on a bench by a large red rose bush. The man was still there, enjoying himself in the sun. Edward sighed loudly and scowled again as he turned to the man and said and spoke to him for what he hoped was the last time, "You should learn to respect people, you know. You'd be amazed where it could get you." (OOC: I sorry, end of semester and all  ) |
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Post by PERRY "POSEIDON" GOETZKE on Apr 23, 2012 8:35:15 GMT -5
The man muttered something about having no idea before walking off in the direction of the gardens. Perry couldn't bring himself to be compassionate about anything that man had to say. He didn't care about what he survived or what he had been through. It wasn't anything for him to worry about. This was the first time he and that man had talked to each other at all, and it was probably going to be the last. It was useless to try to find a compassionate streak in himself to give to him.
Perry laid back down, eyes closed and humming in contentment, folding his arms back under his head. No use making a big deal over one, frail man. He was happy just to sit and soak up the sun.
Until the man was back and talking again. Perry didn't even bother to listen to exactly what he said, just acknowledged that words were directed toward him. He didn't even bother opening his eyes to look at him. He didn't deserve it.
"Stop talking. No one cares."
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Post by EDWARD ROCHESTER on May 11, 2012 9:43:17 GMT -5
Edward growled at the man's impudence. He evidently had not grown out of his petulant teenage sarcasm. It was perhaps best not to coax him to anger. His stubborness still had the best of him though, and he wasn't going to leave him with the final say. He was accustomed to cleaning uo his own messes, and this was no exception. It may not have been with the best of intentions, but Edward was going showing himself the better man.
Instead of leaving, he sat himself down on a bench beside the man and, paying no attention to him, took out his little notebook and began going over the notes he took during the business meeting that morning. Names, dollar amounts, pounds, expansion plans, cuts beign made due to the recession...whatever he needed to keep track of, he wrote down in that notebook. He had amassed a small stack of notebooks over the years, and he was rather proud that he had saved himself the cost of hiring a private secretary, as so many of his associates had needed to do.
When he was sure the man had calmed down and gone back to his...sunbathing or whatever he was up to lying on the grass, he spoke up politely,
"I'm sorry for my rudeness. We got off on the wrong foot, so to speak," H e winced at the bad pun, never having been good with humour, "My name is Rochester. Edward Rochester."
((OOC: Sorry it took so long. This thread seems a littel DOA. Do want to finish it, or try and establish the relationship a bit more, if they'll meet again after Perry befriends Jane?))
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