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nadia snow
 Posted: Mar 12 2017, 11:45 PM
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You pick me up and take me home again Head out the window again We're hollow like the bottles that we drain You drape your wrists over the steering wheel Pulses can drive from here We might be hollow, but we're brave
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Nadia never appreciated being ordered about by her parents, she was defiant in such a subtle way she rarely often outright said no, apart from the job offers, of course, they had the honour of her denials. This unfortunately meant that when she was ordered to do something on the basis of family loyalty and duty, she had to be rather creative about getting out of it, and when she couldn’t do that, she had to suffer through yet another of the mundane activities a young socialite girl without full control of her trust fund. She had half considered not going when her mother had informed her there was a young man who wanted showing around the city, she suspected it was either a set up or a punishment for her most recent refusal to take responsibility, and either way she didn’t appreciate it. Her mother had specifically scheduled it around her dance rehearsals too, so she had no excuse – she could hardly tell her mother that her plans for that particular time slot had been to drink herself to death, the last time she had tried the comment hadn’t been appreciated. Still, she supposed, after much consideration, she could go and meet the man her mother was so desperate for her to show around London, and she could ruin his day, corrupt his innocence, whatever the situation called for.

She head informed the guy via her mother to meet her at the London Eye, rather sure it was an efficient way to show him all of London at once. It was only then that her mother informed her she had met this person before, and whilst she did not particularly remember a Stephen Knight, she was sure that only made it easier to ditch him once they had exchanged pleasantries and spent thirty minutes in a pod above London. She headed towards the river, rather making an effort to be late if she could be, practically dawdling along. She knew to look out for him as she walked along the riverside, but she was enjoying much more the teasing spring breeze across the river, and watching the boats as they passed by. Of course, this was only ruined by the incessant thought that she should have gotten a drink before she did this, and the hope that she could steal some of that champagne they sometimes had on the London Eye.

It was only a moment where she looked towards the London Eye, where the sun filtered through just enough that she could barely see, enough that she had to stop a few feet away and blink it out of her eyes. It was only then that she saw him, she recognised him easily, he was more grown up now, of course, but so was she. Carefully, she blinked at him, rather pleasantly surprised by what she saw, a small smile forming. Perhaps this wouldn’t be so bad. She closed the gap between them, unable to help looking at him rather curiously. ”Tell me my mother hasn’t given you strict instructions to make sure I behave,” Nadia said smoothly by way of greeting, reminding herself as best she could that this man was still here on her mother’s orders and that was never to be trusted.

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stephen knight
 Posted: Mar 13 2017, 07:47 PM
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Another head aches, another heart breaks I am so much older than I can take And my affection, well it comes and goes I need direction to perfection, no no no no Help me out
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It’s a privilege to be loved by you.
It was not like Stephen to be particularly at the whims of his parents, especially after moving out (a small, cramped apartment, but it had his name on it). He largely considered them ineffectual when it came to giving ultimatums, but these socialites knew one another, and with that came old favours passing hands, and one of those old favours was to meet someone. This wasn’t the usual calibre of talking to someone and he would have refused, but he was optimistic at heart, and knew himself well enough to know that if he truly hated it, he’d leave. He didn’t, however, head to the meeting place with the decision that he would already dislike whomever he was meeting- a Nadia Snow, whose name only bought red hair to mind- and was curious to know what she might know about him. It would be ridiculous of him not to assume that there was an ulterior motive when parents were involved in his social life.

He had gotten there on time, having spent his morning scouting the local parks for worthy things to draw, so his art and medical supplies were all tucked away in his bag and, having no desire to find somewhere to sit, he waited near the railings, looking out over the Thames. While used to busy cities, this was something else; he had the hope that going on the London eye, tourist-y as it was, would stop the place from seeming so overwhelming. After all, he wasn’t there as a tourist; he was living there.

He hadn’t expected Nadia to approach so suddenly although, of course, this was largely because she hadn’t formally announced her presence before addressing him. Looking over at her, he figured she was about as changed as he was- that is to say, they were adults and didn’t know much more about each other. Still, he gave her a friendly, open smile. It was true he had been warned not to be taken for a ride, something that had him looking amused, considering their plan for the afternoon. But what he said candidly was, “Actually, I was told you might be late.” He stuck out his hand for her to shake. “We have met before but... hi, I’m Stephen.”

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nadia snow
 Posted: Apr 9 2017, 11:23 PM
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You pick me up and take me home again Head out the window again We're hollow like the bottles that we drain You drape your wrists over the steering wheel Pulses can drive from here We might be hollow, but we're brave
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we're hollow like the bottles that we drain

Of course, Nadia didn’t know what to expect from the elusive Stephen, but mostly, it was boredom. Of course, when she saw him she decided she couldn’t be bored – although, she had very little to base that upon other than the fact he was handsome. Still, she was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt, skepticism aside. No doubt the moment her parents heard of this behaviour they wouldn’t believe it, so she felt no shame in being briefly nice to someone. She took his hand lightly, clearly amused that he had been told something in the first place, but of course, it was not often that her reputation for a lack of charm preceded her. ”I always arrive exactly when I intend to,” Nadia promised him, sure he should know that any lateness was intentional, as she was sure it was rude to lie, but also to make it clear that she always knew exactly what she was doing.

”I know,” She added, sure they knew who each other was, and there was no need to waste the day away with instructions when they had things to do like stroll towards the London Eye. A though she put into action quite quickly, after giving him a less than subtle glance over, and smiled lightly, as though something had pleased her. ”We have London to see,” She announced, before stepping forwards towards the structure. ”So, I’ve been told you’re not familiar with London,” Nadia noted, not particularly phrasing it as a question, ”And that you wanted to see what you could of it – or at least, my parents wanted that – so you can imagine, we’ll cover a lot of ground today.” Nadia, of course, had cheated in this visit to the London Eye, deciding she could get away with telling him he had seen everything he needed to see from above. ”Do you think you can keep up?” She asked, handing her tickets to the man and leading him towards their pod.

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stephen knight
 Posted: Apr 27 2017, 12:00 AM
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Another head aches, another heart breaks I am so much older than I can take And my affection, well it comes and goes I need direction to perfection, no no no no Help me out
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Nadia’s interesting timing issues aside, Stephen felt as hopeful as he could manage for this meeting. He wasn’t sure what he had expected, but he was quite certain that Nadia wasn’t it; for a start, she seemed about as interested in pleasing their parents as he did, and she didn’t immediately begin with something ridiculously boring, like talk of the weather. He figured even if this was a very ordinary half an hour, he wouldn’t feel the need to walk away halfway through- although, rather worryingly, it had all been arranged that he couldn’t really do that anyway without causing some serious damage. He kept pace with her on the way to the London Eye itself- not a difficult feat, considering his height, but a little more difficult when he had to navigate the crowd too- wondering what she might have to say about his sudden desire to see London, which he found rather logical.

“By which you mean you’ve taken the easy way out and are showing me everything by air,” he pointed out, not finding a particular problem with this; she had indeed done as was asked and would be showing him London, but he had, before he’d been notified where to meet her, thought that he might get a walking tour. He didn’t mind either way, fortunately, only hoping that she might have actually interesting things to point out to him. In fact, her question caught him off-guard, only because he wasn’t sure where he’d given any indication he couldn’t; he assumed maybe she met a lot of people who were not always on the ball. “I’m sure I can give it my best shot,” he assured her with an easy smile, “nothing you’ve said suggests I can’t.”

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nadia snow
 Posted: May 23 2017, 02:49 AM
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You pick me up and take me home again Head out the window again We're hollow like the bottles that we drain You drape your wrists over the steering wheel Pulses can drive from here We might be hollow, but we're brave
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hannah
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we're hollow like the bottles that we drain

Nadia raised an eyebrow at him for a moment, supposing it was fair to call her out this way when she was absolutely taking the easy way out. She didn’t want to be there, she liked to assume he didn’t either – in fact, the only reason she had stayed this long was because she was interested in him. As of yet she wasn’t seeing any sign he was going to force her to do something else with him, and she quite liked that, you know, getting things her way – it was refreshing. ”If it’s a problem I’m afraid you’ll have to take it up with my mother,” Nadia said with a light – clearly tragic – sigh, quite fond of the idea of irritating her mother with her lack of interest, she was sure it wasn’t obvious in the slightest to poor, unsuspecting, handsome Stephen. Still, the London Eye was approaching and who was she to deny him the view of the city?

For a moment, he even caught her by surprise – as though her whole attitude wasn’t something to keep up with – and he was quite confident he was sailing through. Deciding that wouldn’t do, she gave him the sort of smile that said trouble. ”I haven’t said anything yet,” She informed him lightly, before heading forwards to the pod, where she hoped he literally was keeping up or she would have abandoned him on the ground. Stepping into the pod took a moment, but a cursory glance told her it was exactly as expected, and they would rise to the top accordingly, and then fall, and it would resonate terribly with her. ”I think London quite hideous, I’m sorry to tell you,” She said gently now, the lull of them rising, the excuse to watch the world go by, it always put her in a terribly introspective mood. ”Or maybe it’s just hideous to gawk at it from up here, I’m not sure,” She considered, glancing lightly at him, wondering how he would take such a terrible perspective so soon into their time spent together.

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stephen knight
 Posted: Jun 12 2017, 10:38 PM
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Another head aches, another heart breaks I am so much older than I can take And my affection, well it comes and goes I need direction to perfection, no no no no Help me out
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accountant
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jade
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It’s a privilege to be loved by you.
“I have no desire to speak to your mother,” Stephen shot back immediately, sure that this was not rude considering she made it sound as though having a mother itself was a terrible chore for someone to deal with. He felt, as he did with most things, that he could handle this by himself, and if he had any complaints, he would not be escalating them to her mother like she was someone he knew at the playground at primary school. The idea seemed faintly laughable; he was an adult. “Offer me the same courtesy,” he added helpfully, aware that although he had just had a moment where he had considered how independent he was, there was a very specific reason they were there. Still, he thought that it would be smarter for both of them to keep their parents out of it now, if they could. The only bonus was that he only had a mother to complain to, and that, he thought, was the tragedy of his parents too.

At her comment, he frowned, not sure why this would be an important distinction. “That,” he started, stepping past someone so that she could hear him even as they entered the pod, “is just as important as what you do say.” He liked, he thought, this slight stretching of his brain, where he had to remember to be quick on his feet; he didn’t bother with it often, choosing to be overlooked for his own sanity; the idea of someone recognising him for anything related to his ability to conduct himself in a conversation was horrifying, but he also suspected Nadia didn’t really care about being inadvertently invited to too many social events.

So far, his view of London was a variety of streets and Westminster Abbey on the other side of the river, some bridges, and a remarkable amount of people and cars. He didn’t know what he’d expected, but he surveyed it anyway, resting one hand on the railing so that, if something did catch his eye, he could take a closer look. Nadia’s pessimism aside, he didn’t plan to go on the eye again; he would make the most of it, even if she didn’t want to. “If you don’t like it, why stay?” he enquired, finding no shame in asking a personal question. He thought it was quite simple. He hadn’t liked York, so he’d arranged to leave; if she didn’t like London, she ought to find a reason to go.

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