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Post by Dakota Cicatrice on Oct 24, 2017 18:04:59 GMT
Dakota was slightly taken aback. He was generally not one people attempted to associate themselves with for various reasons. Being invited out of the blue to enjoy a walk with someone was different. Still, maybe a person could at least, partially help him unravel his thoughts. "I think some company would be nice." said Dakota with the smallest of smiles, one that faded away quite quickly.
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Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Oct 30, 2017 23:25:13 GMT
Having accepted her proposal, she smiled at the man and held out her arm for him to loop his through. They wouldn't go far, considering the state of his bare feet, but it would be nice to go for a bit of a walk with a fresh face. "If you dont mind my asking" although she had previously chosen not to, she amended her thoughts considering how amicable he'd been to this point. "Why are you shoeless? is this a typical choice or perhaps a special occassion?" Curiosity got the best of her and she wanted to know.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
Post by Dakota Cicatrice on Nov 1, 2017 6:42:24 GMT
Dakota took the girls arm and began to walk with her. He had to admit, while it wasn't something he would normally be up for, spending some time with somebody was mildly relaxing. After her question, Dakota looked down to his feet then back to her. "If I must be honest, I can't stand shoes. They're incredibly uncomfortable, and they make me feel disconnected from the ground. Also night walks are much cooler and soothing without them." answered Dakota. While he wasn't lying, he also used the lack of shoes to move around more silently, in his profession, a necessity in his eyes.
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Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Nov 1, 2017 19:18:36 GMT
She had to admit, it wasn't the most surprising thing, to see one of the rich folks being eccentric in some way or other. She merely smiled and nodded along. He had a point, several actually, and she couldn't argue with them. The walk was nice, albeit silent at first. The air was cool and the sky was calm. The kind of calm you see before a storm actually, and for a second she though she could smell impending rain in the air, and a cackle of electricity.
"I think it might..." And then it did, there was a few splatters at first on the walk ahead of them... then it became more dense as the pattering rain drenched the dry earth, and these two standing on it.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
Post by Dakota Cicatrice on Nov 3, 2017 6:36:09 GMT
Dakota took a large deep breath. He looked over at the girl. "Hopefully this isn't a large problem. I myself actually rather enjoy the rain. It feels wonderful." said Dakota. Rain was one of the few things Dakota actively enjoyed. It's constant rhythms were relaxing, and the cool feel soothed him, and on a day when he would devote himself to his thoughts, he was quite comforted by it's presence.
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Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Nov 8, 2017 21:23:56 GMT
Well normally Caitlin would be scrambling for cover. She wasn't one to stand out in the rain and get drenched for the mere sake of it, but if Dakota seemed to prefer it, who was she to say no. "Why not," she answered with a soft smile, her eyelashes blinking double to get rid of the heavy droplets clinging to them. Little dots of water collected around her hair before seeping in and thoroughly soaking her blond mop.
She continued at a leisurely pace as they rounded another corner.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
Post by Dakota Cicatrice on Nov 12, 2017 6:33:23 GMT
Dakota's face lifted into a small smirk as he looked up towards the sky, allowing the calm cascade of water to pour over his face. Dakota lowered his face and looked back over to the girl. "So tell me, what is it that you do for fun in your life? Are you an artist? Do you garden? Are you secretly a mastermind assassin?" jested Dakota laughing at the irony of his joke.
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Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Nov 27, 2017 20:20:45 GMT
She wasn't as fond of the rain, and kept her chin parallel to the Earth as they walked. But his question made her brain work double time. What DID she do for fun that wasn't... you know... illegal? "None of the above," she answered at first with a soft laugh, bidding a bit of time. She kicked at some pebbles on the path as they continued further down the block. "I'm terrible at painting, was never much of a musician, Father thinks I'm a rather tart hostess, and to be honest it's true.... I suppose my best quality might be..... my needle work." If nothing else, the woman could sew, she'd had to mend enough of her own clothes to hide her other extra-curricular's to have mastered the skill by now.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
Post by Dakota Cicatrice on Nov 29, 2017 5:47:58 GMT
How interesting. Sewing was indeed quite the useful skill. While Dakota would absolutely love to learn, he lacked the level of patience to really sit down and learn something that in his eyes was, demonstrably boring. "That's certainly something. I myself was never good at sewing." responded Dakota. "I'm shocked to hear it wasn't some kind of physical activity. You seem rather lean compared to the average noble girl. I'm guessing you manage to break free of your home quite often?" asked Dakota.
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Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Dec 2, 2017 16:02:57 GMT
Caitlin was momentarily surprised by the boldness of his words regarding her person, but then she chocked it up to the fact that he was clearly an eccentric anyway, and she shrugged. "Perhaps I'm just older than most unwed noble girls. I'm practically for the shelf now, and mayhap I've just shed my baby face." She leaned in and whispered her next words, as if it were a closely guarded secret, "I am nearing twenty-five you know." She shrugged again as if to say 'what can one do about one's age.'
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
Post by Dakota Cicatrice on Dec 7, 2017 5:56:38 GMT
Dakota was rather surprised. Dakota would typically be the first person to call somebody out, but he had meant no offense with his remarks. "I apologize, but you seem to have mistaken my meaning. I meant that you seem more in shape than most girls of your age,, I didn't mean to offend you." said Dakota. In his train of thoughts, Caitlin's voice kept rattling through. He knew he had heard her voice before and he had to have seen her at some point. Deciding he hated the feeling of confusion he decided to ask Caitlin if she knew. "Caitlin, have we met before? Your voice and face seem very familiar but not in a way that I can place." admitted Dakota.
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Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Dec 31, 2017 17:58:34 GMT
She hadn't taken offense, but rather reacted habitually, creating an alibi and diverting suspicion just in case. But she stopped walking long enough to appraise him when he asked if they'd met before. His demeanor did seem rather - well not familiar, but as though perhaps she'd come across it and found it strange once before. As though today were somehow a repetition of a previous encounter.
"De ja vous," she said out loud, nodding slightly in agreement. "I think you are right, though it must have been a brief occurrence, if neither of us can recall the instance." Her brain was still fuzzy on the particulars.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
Post by Dakota Cicatrice on Jan 4, 2018 4:41:10 GMT
"Indeed it must have been." agreed Dakota. He hoped it hadn't been during his line of work. That could turn problematic. He was lacking his pistol, and this girl would more than liekly bee too much for him physically if things were to go bad.
"Perhaps it was at a festival, or celebration." said Dakota, hoping that he could move suspicion off of him entirely, should there be any in her mind.
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Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Feb 13, 2018 23:19:06 GMT
She nodded and smiled. "We have so many around here, in spite of the war... even due to it, we always find a reason to celebrate," she agreed. Perhaps it had been a festival. There were too many to count.
One more turn around the block and they'd be back where they started, she realized.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
Post by Dakota Cicatrice on Feb 28, 2018 15:55:40 GMT
Dakota nodded along as she talked about festivals. "Indeed we do, although I must say, I enjoy them, and if they offer any reprieve to those who are most affected by war, perhaps that's all we need." said Dakota. After making a turn with Caitlin, it appeared that they were once again back towards his house. "Looks like we've gone in a circle." said Dakota.
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