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Post by Gilbert Fredrick Beilschmidt on May 16, 2015 7:38:02 GMT -8
Why didn't I get a update on this page being updated. orz. sorry for the wait. Ja, they can ... well.. I'm not sure what they would be... really, Gilbert considers everyone at least an acquaintance, not necessarily an enemy, unless they make themselves that. But... honestly, she'd probably en up getting info from Gilbert on something... not sure what, but something.
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Post by Gilbert Fredrick Beilschmidt on Apr 12, 2015 14:40:08 GMT -8
"There's still fresh grief here you know? Wounds that haven't healed, lovers and family that refuse to let go of their relatives, no matter how long dead. It probably will be like this for centuries more, as long as there's earth still empty for housing."
It was a somber thought really, though perhaps a graveyard was the perfect place for self-reflecting. There was no one around to bother him, nor to make unreasonable demands for deadlines. Only the birds for company and they were no bother... well as long as there was no windows to tap upon and they didn't start chirping never more. Chuckling quietly to himself, he looked around, everything was as it should have been. The wind blowing the branches gently and the flowers in the nearest grave waved to and fro as if a greeting to all who would see.
Having his eyes closed in this peaceful setting was tempting to lull him to sleep, which wasnt on his schedule for getting his story. And besides, didn't the ghost hunters on those t.v. shows all have some sort of equipment capable of telling if a spirit was around? Sighing as he opened his eyes, he looked around. Was it a bit darker than it was before, or his imagination playing games on him? Jumping as a shadow moved in the corner of his sight, he started getting up, eyes staring in that direction. He could tell his hairs were standing on edge, waiting.
"Did you see that?"
Kneeling by the tree, he scanned the area, noticing that no birds were chirping anymore; and that even the wind had died down. Not even a blade of grass was moving. And somewhere behind him, new a circle of gravestones, a branch cracked
"I really don't like this. ...."
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Post by Gilbert Fredrick Beilschmidt on Apr 5, 2015 13:53:05 GMT -8
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Post by Gilbert Fredrick Beilschmidt on Apr 3, 2015 16:39:41 GMT -8
“Pero, first I gotta ask… Where did you get those wicked contacts senor, they look crazy realistic”
Looking at the man of a moment, he couldn't decide if this Antonio was joking or not with his eyes. Either way, the man was going to get an answer he had probably never heard before, and probably never would again. Though Gilbert wondered how it was going to go, he decided he should set the pace. He could only start laughing.
"They're real alright; otherwise I've been lying to myself and everyone else for years now. Do they frighten you?"
And he could only laugh again. He was in a good mood and this man was funny, could play music and was handsome. Somehow, he hoped this man would become a friend to him. Everyone needed friends after all. Looking the man over, he admired the way he dressed. In a way it kind of reminded him of Francis, even though there styles were two totally different types. Francis always looked put together an ready for a meeting of some sort, and now Antonio looked too good for words. He really needed to figure out how to dress like these two, even causal, they looked ready for a night on the town. He was sure that if the three of them ever went out together, he’d be the one who looked out of place. But then again, he never like fitting in, he would be the one standing out and drawing all the attention to himself.
"I do hope you're guitar playing is real, I'd hate for that to have been a recording. You do know what they say about musicians though?"
And apparently his first response was to joke around with and attempt to flirt with this man. Hopefully this didn’t keep the man from being pleasant. After all, it could be taken as an ice breaker. People have been known to say worse when unsure not to say with a stranger.
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Post by Gilbert Fredrick Beilschmidt on Mar 29, 2015 3:18:09 GMT -8
"Besides, if I weren't a bartender, I never would have met you"
The way this Feli was flirting could almost be considered truth. He could almost take it at face value and he had almost wanted those few inches that separated them to vanish. This was when he knew that it was going too far. Oh he knew the man wasn’t serious, but Gil was so close to the future he had agreed up in that he was having problems. While he was already having reservations about being tied down in the throes of matrimony. But he already agreed and he had to help her.
Sighing he pulled away with a light dusting across his cheeks and shrugged while taking a drink. No harm in flirting really, but no more than that. He was sure the man was just doing his job, get him to talk and drink, forget how much he was drinking.
"You're such a flatterer. I'm nobody special or anyone that you should concern yourself with, even though I am awesome."
Gilbert knew he gave off confusing signals; sometimes on purpose, but most of the time on accident. Just like this. Here he was trying to pull this cheery man closer, yet he was also pushing him away. The bartender was really just one more complication that he didn’t need at this point when everything was about to be tossed in the air and shaken around. It wouldn’t be smart to get the kind man involved; one more person that could potentially figure out that everything wasn’t as it seemed.
"Would..." he hesitated, this wasn’t how he should act. Shaking his head and putting on a grin, he winked and leaned closer to him, fingers wrapping around his glass. "How'd you like to be the first one to meet my fiance? I really think you too would get along once she.... let’s herself relax."
She really did need to learn how to relax. Frankly Gilbert wouldn’t have been surprised if she had an ulcer in the past or if she had one currently.
"Perhaps you could charm her into relaxing a bit, you seem to be good at getting people to drop there guard."
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Post by Gilbert Fredrick Beilschmidt on Mar 8, 2015 3:49:53 GMT -8
Gilbert always did have some problems with kids, at least the bratty ones who thought they were better than others and tried to hold it over everyone's heads. And while he didn't know that kid personally, he knew the type based on his attitude. It was the spoiled rich kid. Though, if he had had the upbringing these kids did, perhaps he would act just like them. Most people ended up thinking he was stuck up anyways. Most found him annoying and full of himself, and that was the way he liked it. They couldn't bother to see the real him, and they didn’t deserve it then. Sighing, he couldn’t help but watch the kid; he did know a lot about computers.
"Your mother breaks in a week."
As soon as the words hit his ears, Gilbert couldn't help the odd look he gave the back of the kids head. The boy was odd, no doubt about it, but usually the smart computer people were. Gil knew he had some odd quirks, mostly related to his attitude. He didn’t count the not being able to eat items with decorated faces as a quirk; it usually looked too happy and it made him feel bad to disturb the joy coming from it.
Sighing, he started to head to a different section when hearing the boy ask if the cashier still had his credit card. Carmine eyes quickly looked to the cashier and narrowed as an eyelid twitched with the obvious lie. Walking forward to not alert the boy he was nearby till the last moment, he gently leaned against the counter, as if he had a question about the products. There was a smirk playing on his lips and his eyes only slightly narrowed. He was trying to frighten the man who pressed the buttons.
[color=silver["I got something to say to ya register man, and I wish it could be a good job. You're mistake was doing that with me around. Now, best give the lad’s card back or you're gonna find out what happens when I get angry, ja?" [/color]
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Post by Gilbert Fredrick Beilschmidt on Mar 2, 2015 13:53:06 GMT -8
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Post by Gilbert Fredrick Beilschmidt on Feb 26, 2015 13:47:36 GMT -8
”I could easily take you, five times over"
Gilbert could only keep up his grin at her response. He liked people able to have witty retorts to the lines he left out there, wanting someone to bite down on. With how circumstances were, this would probably be his last night out; randomly having fun...the night with his friends would come later. He hoped she would suit his needs, even if it was only a funny story.
"I prefer keeping my name out of the bars, thank you very much. But if you pay attention to the news, if anyone does, you're sure to know me,"
Well this was embarrassing, for all he worked in news, he really only paid attention to stuff he could write about, or the stuff that his rivals did. If she was famous, he really had no idea. Scratching the back of his head for a minute, he grinned and laughed. Turning more to face her, he leaned his elbows on his knees and studied her. She was interesting alright; more interesting than a lot of people he had met recently. He wanted to get to know her, even to only try and make friends with her. He needed more feisty friends to keep him on his toes and to keep him from getting too bored, and this lady promised that in spades.
"It’s alright to keep your name out of the bar, I won’t tell a soul. But you can call me Gilbert. And the story? How about your favorite pet? If you ever had one that is. Either that, or if you could explain to me the saying all roads lead to Rome, thats a good tale I hear."
She said she only had two stories; he was going to show that she had more, just not all of them on the forefront of her mind.
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Post by Gilbert Fredrick Beilschmidt on Feb 3, 2015 4:46:21 GMT -8
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Post by Gilbert Fredrick Beilschmidt on Jan 24, 2015 23:53:25 GMT -8
"Starting what? Not a bar fight, I'd hope, because if you are, you'd have some strong adversary."
Blinking as someone actually responded to him, he turned his head and his eyes landed on a bold figure of a woman sitting near him. When did she sit down? Was she always there. Had the alcohol invaded his brain enough to where he was imagining people now? Though he did admit that if she was a fleeting figure of his imagination, he had to give it points for making her quite handsome. He wouldn’t say that she was pretty, no; she was more than that. Mari was pretty, a strong confident pretty. This lady though. She radiated a strength that was more than business. Perhaps it was because he could see the lines f muscles as he looked her over, gauging the threat she could have been to him if he were meaning to start a fight. He could tell this woman had a story, but fortunately, it seemed enough to make her resort to drinking like it did himself. Slowly, his lips slipped into a grin and he leaned against the bar, eyes sparkling.
“You think you could take me if I were gonna start a bar fight, girly?”
Alright, he knew that was a bit much for him, and he really did no better, but sometimes he acted before he spoke, the words sliding out of his mouth before the little thing in his brain could put pull them out of the lineup and ground them into dust. Dust, honestly like he could probably be if this lady decided to take him to task on unfortunate word choice. And despite the fact he didn’t look drunk, give it just a little bit of time before those drinks caught up with him. Coughing once, he waved the bartender over and sat down.
“Nother drink for my new friend here, she looks like she could use it Heh, even more than I could a few minutes ago. And another for me too, might as well make this shit fest a real party.”
Swiveling himself around so he could face her, he narrowed his eyes and thought for a moment. Looking her over again, he huffed and shrugged before downing the last of the drink he had before. If anything, he’d have a drink with a pretty lady. Worst case, he got the last of his drink before she decked him and he had a souvenir of his night out, more than likely having it resulting in a black eye which he would get taken to task over by his future bride. It took him a bit not to shudder at that thought, but he held it in, no need for anyone to think it was the alcohol or the woman he was talking to.
“Don’t I know you from somewhere… you look familiar to me…. But I can’t place where…. And what’s your story? You look like you got one the way your nursing that drink of yours.
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Post by Gilbert Fredrick Beilschmidt on Jan 8, 2015 15:39:45 GMT -8
"Oh, I'm sorry if I went to far, I've always had a bit of an ear for accents. I just thought you sounded a lot like a friend of mine who is from Berlin and i was curious to know if you were from there as well. If i offended you, i am sorry, forgive me?"
Gilbert could only blink at him as the man explained, though Gilbert could only feel, well, likes he had just been a few pennies short of a dollar. He had forgotten he had an accent, though to most people, you don't think you do; everyone else does. Chuckling, he was about to speak, with a rather embarrassed look on his face that he was trying to play off as something else when the drink was thrust in front of him.
"On the house!"
Grinning at the man, he winked before lifting the glass to his lips and letting the smooth taste roll over his taste buds and down his throat. It was a good brand and well worth the few pounds he didn't have to pay for it. Sitting it down gently, he nodded his thanks. A small part of his mind had to remember to recommend this place if any of his friends wanted a place for dancing and an excellent bartender. And it was a plus the bartender was cute too. Feliciano had a certain amount of innocence about him that shined like a beacon, but Gilbert wasn't sure how much of it was real innocence and how much was a facade. Working in a bar couldn't leave one very innocent for very long, of that he was sure. After all, there were many different types of drunks, and Feli had to have experience them all... including the ones that would try to get into those tight pants. Gilbert wasn't one hundred percent positive that the man's pants were tight, but if Gilbert were in those shoes...er, pants, the tighter the pants, the better for making more tips.
“Danke~ it’s not every day I get a free beer, but I always appreciate them all the more. I was going to forgive you for the oversight anyway, but this just makes it easier, Kesese~”
Winking with that to show he was teasing the man, he settled down in his seat and took another swallow. Of course he would forgive Feli, after all, it was Gilbert's own mistake for forgetting that his words and accent would give him away, he’d have to remember that in the future. He really would have to introduce this man to Mari, she’d like how sweet he was, how interested in people he was. Besides, he was just so cute that he knew she wouldn’t be able to resist his charms either.
“So…Gil… if you don’t have a date to get back too…would you stay and chat with me? If you don’t mind… I’d like to hear more about you do, where you come from, how did you come to live in London! Tell me everything!”
Gilbert couldn’t help but grin with the man’s enthusiasm. It wasn’t very often that he got to respond to this kind of excitement. Lately he had been leaning how to read a more subdued face, more quite emotions. He was used to the louder ones, the obvious ones. He enjoyed Mari’s, but sometimes he needed to relax, away from their home, but he knew those days would be over soon, they would have to be in order to protect her. He didn’t really think of what he would give up till now, what he wouldn’t be able to do anymore, and what was he trading it for? Money and financial security. While those were important… he couldn’t help but start feeling it all closing in around him. Taking another drink, he used it to shove those thoughts out of his head. It was too late now and nothing he could do to change it. It was best to focus on the here and now and let tomorrow take care of itself.
“I’m a journalist by trade, though lately I’ve been learning more about business. As for where I come from, you were right with Berlin. Was born around there an lived on the edge of the city for a while with the folks. I had a bit of a wild side in high school but got put on the right track and here I am. Came for university and stayed to make a living. Now, how about you? Why a bar tender? Why here? You don’t seem the normal bar tending type. You seem more the….mhm. What does it seem like you should do.”
Pressing a finger to his own cheek as he thought, he looked the other up and down and even turned his head sideways to look at him from a different angle. Nothing had really changed, but he could only shrug. He usually wasn’t that great at figuring out people’s jobs.
“I don’t know, but something other than bar tending. Perhaps teaching children…or a musician since you have such a good ear. But bar tending seems like a waste. You are good at this, don’t get me wrong, it just seems like there’s something else you’re meant to do.”
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Post by Gilbert Fredrick Beilschmidt on Jan 5, 2015 4:23:14 GMT -8
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Post by Gilbert Fredrick Beilschmidt on Dec 31, 2014 13:28:54 GMT -8
"Evening Gilbert.”
Frowning as the normally cheery man addressed him as if he was the one person that he didn’t want to see, he could only wonder what got stuck in the man’s throat. Moving around the desk quickly and without a word, his eyes saw row upon row of coding.
"Having problem with a code, ja? Let the awesome me here help you out. “
Placing his hand on top of the mouse so his teacher couldn’t close the computer screen, his eyes scanned row after row of letters, numbers, and symbols for what should have been a perfectly working code, but something was throwing a wrench into the works. He didn’t need to ask Mathew what the code was trying to accomplish, he could read it as easily as any learned adult could read a book for a five year old. The main thing was, Gilbert didn’t care. It wasn’t his business what the code was used for; he was more interested in getting the thing to work. Really, they say the best people at their jobs could do it successfully without really absorbing what the information means, and that’s what he could do. Though he did often store little pieces of information just in case he needed it later.
Speaking lightly under his breath, Gilbert highlighted a portion of the code and stared at it for a few minutes. It didn’t take long for a smile to come to his face and for him to release the computer back to his teacher.
"You want a repeat code here that terminates after three cycles; this colon should be a bracket. Right now the program is literally falling off a cliff before it gets enough power to run the designated action."
Walking back around the desk to sit down, he crossed his legs and rested his hand on his fist that was being propped up by his elbow on the arm rest. His denim pants went well with his rocker t-shirt and it all made a certain image that seemed completely at odds with the words that had just left his mouth. Eyes sparkling at the confusion he was sure he had just thrown his teachers mind into, he chuckled.
"Now, I wanted to know if I could turn on the rest of the assignments so I would stop worrying about the time waster. If so, they're all in the flash drive in front of you."
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Post by Gilbert Fredrick Beilschmidt on Dec 16, 2014 14:48:20 GMT -8
He couldn’t believe he was doing this. It had been a while since he had taken a class here at the University, but he was bored and he figured his computer skills could always use a refresher. After all, for the life of a hacker, it paid to keep up with the current trends and find out what was new in the way of defenses in computer systems. Though so far, Gilbert had to admit this class was a waste of time and money. It was all things he knew, but then again, he really shouldn’t be surprised. He was stupid in thinking it, the stuff he was interested in wouldn’t be taught in this class. But Gilbert wasn’t one to quite.. . oh he got bored and wandered off topic easily, but keep his attention and you were golden. This tough… this was different. Though it wasn’t till after class, when he usually stayed over to do his homework on one of the many rows of computers with the sunken in screens that he saw his teacher frowning.
Walking up to the teacher, he couldn't help but to admire the man. Mr. Williams looked about the same age he did, or close to it, and yet he had accomplished so much more. Shaking his head, he stopped in front of the desk and cleared his throat. He didn’t want to startle the man to badly and have him die of fright, but he did need the man’s attention.
"Mr. Williams?"
With this that said, he placed a jump drive down on the desk next to him, a smug grin trying to work its way to his face. He would awe the teacher so bad he'd bed left speechless. Though he was curious as to what had the teacher’s attention do fast to the computer screen.
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Post by Gilbert Fredrick Beilschmidt on Dec 13, 2014 0:44:55 GMT -8
Listening to Al, he couldn’t help but laugh along. It was true, it was funny, and probably would have been fun to watch from a distance or if it was taped.
“Some of our friends did that. Don't think any of them got as into it as you did, though."
“I always get involved in what I do, I have so much more fun if I go all out”
Wrapping his jacket more tightly around him under the blanket, he closed his eyes for a moment and just enjoyed the silence. Most of the time when he was home, he had music going, and when he was out and about, he listened to people talking and he never really got to enjoy the silence that came with not talking. The sounds of nature were soothing, the crickets chirping out their own tune, and the sound of the wind whispering though the trees…. It was to quiet. Gilbert never did like silence, and he never really knew why. It was just something that bothered him and he always felt the need to fill it.
"So who gave you the tip about the cemetery supposedly being haunted?"
Opening his eyes, he was extremely grateful for Al breaking the silence. Thinking for a moment, he could only shrug and move to take another drink of the coffee. Part of his mind new he should have brought something to do with him.
“More just something I picked up from local uni kids. Heard them daring each other to stay in the haunted part of the graveyard, by the statue. So I figured, why not check it out to see if it really is haunted. I was going to do my research once I got this part done with, see if I could find out any stories that would point to a haunting here.. .besides people being buried here.”
Laughing with that, he looked at his companion and reached up to scratch the back of his neck. He knew it was stupid, but it was something. Pulling his bag over to him to pull out his notebook, he carefully wrote in it the time, and then after it still alone, no signs of anything living or undead for that matter
“Don’t worry, I won’t make any mention of you in the story. As far as anyone will know, besides us, I was here by myself with only the trees and the tombstones for company…. Man that sounds depressing…I should try writing gothic fiction.”
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