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Post by Gilbert Fredrick Beilschmidt on Feb 4, 2014 17:21:28 GMT -8
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Post by Gilbert Fredrick Beilschmidt on Feb 4, 2014 17:16:04 GMT -8
The bar was crowded. Not overly so where it was bursting and people were pressed against each other like sardines in a can, but more comfortably so. People still had room to move and breath to where accidental gropes were just that, accidents and not a quick feel. As much as he had done that in the past himself, he was in no mood for that on this night. Actually, he was here on a mission of sorts. An ultra, top secret mission which no one needed to know about. Threading through the thread carefully, making sure to stay out of site from the brown headed man at the bar, he stopped short, thinking he’d been spotted. Ducking around the back of a pillar, the red-eyed man held his breath, waiting to see if someone would come after him. The sound of laughter rang in his ears along with music and the sound of pool balls hitting each other as they were shot. Looking around the corner, he gaged his enemies, those with the most interest in the man he was after.
The blonde waitress behind the bar who made sure to lean down to show off her cleavage, and a few other people, both men and women who were eyeing the Spanish man. The man was his target and no one else was going to get to him but Gilbert and his partner in crime, Francis. He seemed to have arrived before Francis, and that was fine, that just meant he had to keep Antonio distracted until the other arrived and keep the adversaries at bay. Meeting the eyes of the other people who seemed to want to approach the man, he stared them down (in all reality, they had just lost interest and wasn’t intimidated by the albino in the least). Once satisfied that his quarry was safe, he approached him slowly from behind, eyes open for any sudden movements. Once he was sure Antonio was oblivious to his presence, he moved behind him and covered the man’s green eyes, no use in letting him see who it was before they were ready. Of course a smile was on his face the whole time, hoping the Spaniard would play along.
“Buy me a drink and I won’t hurt you…much.”
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Post by Gilbert Fredrick Beilschmidt on Jan 23, 2014 15:28:49 GMT -8
“Kommen Sie aus Deutschland?"“Ja ich bin. Ich komme aus Berlin.* Born and raised actually. We stayed there for a few years und then moved here. I miss that town; I should visit, though I don’t have much of a reason too.” Shrugging, he kept his eyes watching the dogs run to and fro as they enjoyed the nice weather, finally able to play unhindered it seemed. Though out of the corner of his eye, he saw how the man reacted to his working in the media and he was right on what he was thinking, he should have kept that bit of news to himself. Moving to tuck his notebook back in the satchel at his feet, he shrugged at the words. He should have known better to say that’s what he did, but Gilbert didn’t usually lie. Not always told the whole truth yes, but outright lie, no… well, not unless his life was in danger of course. “So you're here on some kind of assignment, I'm guessing, or just looking for your next big scoop."“Nein, neither. I’m guessing you’ve never heard of me and I’m not surprised. I usually write about the restaurants I visit and the cases I’m assigned; and believe me, they give the juicy stuff to the other reports and I get things like dog shows.” With a move of his hand, he waved to the side as if to dismiss the topic, but instead grinned wide “I know you don’t believe me, after all, you don’t know me besides this meeting, but just watch for my articles, you won’t see any word of this meeting or anything. After all, what kind of shit would I be to make a new fried and then go and write about them. That’s one way to lose a friendship and trust right there.” With a slow movement, he booped Ludwig on the nose “Just you wait mein fruend, you’ll see. Once Gilbert gives his word, there’s no going back on it, no matter what.” -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- {*}Yes I am, I'm from Berlin.
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Post by Gilbert Fredrick Beilschmidt on Jan 20, 2014 18:24:57 GMT -8
“I’m sorry for the wait! Welcome! Is there anything I can do for you today?”
Gilbert was startled when he heard the reply, though he made an effort not to show it. A little jump here could easily be turned into a turn there. The noise in the store had been enough to cover the sound of the woman’s footsteps, allowing her to sneak up on him. He knew he would have to be more careful, it was unwise to let people creep up on you, for there was no way to know their intentions.
Mentally shaking his head from the silent, darker thought, he could only grin at her next words. This was someone who knew how to enjoy herself.
It’s a rite of passage in this business; I had to challenge my boss to a fight to the death.”
“Is that how it is in all the business around here or just his one? I imagine you had the advantage a most people though. Knowing your way around the kitchen must have taught you all the potential weapons to be used. Did you at least manage to get his secret recipes before he crooked? Otherwise you missed out big time. “
Gilbert could only grin at her, red eyes dancing with mirth. He was starting to have a good time here. Good company and hopefully good food, which could make all the difference. This shop was in a prime location and he could easily believe it made its weekly goal profits easily, if not double what they were expecting. If he had a skill like this, he would exploit it for all it was worth. His skill was writing though, that’s where he would stick…with some drabble in hacking.
“Tell me gorgeous? I bet your name is a beautiful as you are, and would a handsome guy like me be able to get a sample of one of your sweets?”
With a wink and a finger point, he motioned to one of the cookies. It was an obvious plot to get a free cookie, but he wasn’t above it. Hopefully, worst case, it would make her laugh. Maybe it would lead to a friendship. Gott knew that he needed more friends.
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Post by Gilbert Fredrick Beilschmidt on Jan 14, 2014 12:46:59 GMT -8
If you could start that would be aweosme. I'm just now getting writing muse back up and going. Message me the link please?
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Post by Gilbert Fredrick Beilschmidt on Jan 12, 2014 12:28:02 GMT -8
Then how about at a zoo or something, do they have a zoo here? one of the local attractions.
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Post by Gilbert Fredrick Beilschmidt on Jan 11, 2014 14:21:40 GMT -8
Im not sure. what does she do anyway? Perhaps they can run across each other with whateve her job is
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Post by Gilbert Fredrick Beilschmidt on Jan 6, 2014 12:33:13 GMT -8
Hey~ we should get these two to meet~ You know you need a little Prussian in your life.
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Post by Gilbert Fredrick Beilschmidt on Jan 4, 2014 13:04:15 GMT -8
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Post by Gilbert Fredrick Beilschmidt on Jan 4, 2014 13:01:03 GMT -8
The colors in this place were unbelievable, or so Gilbert thought. The warmth they suggested and infused in him with just a look made all of the troubles in his life seem small. This place felt welcoming and he could not imagine how more people weren’t here during this time of day. If only he could affored it, he would come here every day just for the atmosphere.
"Hola, señor," he said smoothly. "Welcome to Pasión. Please, allow me show you to your seat."
Turning to the voice, he grinned after a blinking in surprise at someone sneaking up on him. Like him, he thought this man wasn’t a native to London either, but had traveled here for some mysterious reason., which, was probably not to work in a restaurant. Though right now, he was glad he was here, gave him a seemingly nice person to talk to a defiantly something spicy to look at.
"My name is Antonio. Unfortunately, I am unsure if I will be your main server today, however I will be your waiter for the time being."
Sitting down in the indicated spot, he nodded, letting the grin fall from his face a bit as he listened to the specials. Honesly, he didn’t know a lot of those foods that were recommended. Giving a small look at the menu, he nodded and was about to place his order, or his half order before he man was called away.
Listening in, he now saw why the restaurant wasn’t that busy. What was the harm in letting him wait on one customer before going back to the kitchen. Obviously this man wasn’t using his resources to the best they could be. Someone like Antonio should be on the floor, smoothing over the customers. Honestly, with looks and a personality like he had, many people would eat whatever he recommended, and come to see him….actually, no, he shouldn’t. A brief flare of unneeded jealously arouse at thinking that he wasn’t the only one Antiono was like this too. It wouldn't hurt if he flirted some, it wsn't like he did it everyday.
"Sorry about that," Antonio said brightly as he returned to the man's table. "Now, may I get you your drink?"
“I’ll start with a beer. Tell me Antonio,” propping his elbow on the table and his chin on his palm, he grinned at the man, “are those the only specials or are you on the menu too?”
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Post by Gilbert Fredrick Beilschmidt on Dec 28, 2013 0:36:41 GMT -8
"Ah, really? I envy you. This is just a short break for me. But it's certainly a good time to be out-of-doors."
Gilbert could only feel satisfied that this man had taken the offered seat. Not many people upon meeting him would sit down next to him. It was his awesomeness wasn’t it? He was too awesome and it took people a while to get over how awesome he was. Though it appeared that not much got under Ludwig’s skin. It also seemed like he was the type of man who was hard to impress and didn’t usually think things were awesome. How did he know this? Journalist intuition of course. He had to be able to tell many things from simple gestures in order to get the story he wanted. Not that he was going for a story here, but long practiced skills were hard not to use, especially when he was doing it without noticing. Giving himself a mental shake, he came back to the present scene in time to watch the dog run away again, chasing after the toy. The dog was a good breed and seemed well trained.
“I'm Ludwig,"
“Ludwig huh? Nice, strong German name. It suits you.”
Shrugging at the piece of information that the eyes were from his grandfather, he nodded. That’s how it always was, eyes from a grandparent, hair from the other. All their features were passed down from parents and grandparents, through the genetic lineage of time. Though from the looks of it, it looked like Ludwig inherited all of the good traits in his family. Gilbert could have almost had been a bit jealous of this stranger, but he was too awesome for that. He was so awesome he had features that screamed to the world that he was so awesome no one else could handle looking like he did.
“If I'm not mistaken, "you speak a little bit of German? I heard you say nein. Are you a student, perhaps?"
“Ja, ich spreche Deutsch. Ich habe alle mein Leben, und wie für einen Studenten, nein.”
Hopefully that was enough to show that he was fluent in it. “I work in media, not that I get the interesting stories, but I like my job. I stick to my morals and won’t go out of my way to slander people. Unless they deserve I then you can find backhanded words in my work.”
Nodding with that, he let his eyes crinkle as he grinned at the man. Always face life with a grin, that was his motto.
{translate}Yes I speak German, have all my life. As for a student, no. |
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Post by Gilbert Fredrick Beilschmidt on Dec 7, 2013 9:33:31 GMT -8
Silv OTP: prepare for a list lol. I love TurkIta, TurGre,TurHun, Germancest, GerIta, PruMano, PruIta, PruSpa, PruFra, BTT, {Pruleich}I blame you misso
PruAus, PruHun, Fryingpangle DenNor, SuNor, Ideas: Anything your little heart can think up works, but it can be friens, more than friends, lovers, etc. Whatever it is I'm sure will be good. |
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Post by Gilbert Fredrick Beilschmidt on Dec 4, 2013 15:37:38 GMT -8
The day was gray, and it wasn’t helping the unsettling feeling he had looking up at the restaurant, one that was hard to dismiss. Gilbert knew he shouldn't eat here, but she had pissed him off to where he wasn't going to her place today. And he was already here, so why not? Yes it was a competitor restaurant of his friends, but he honestly was feeling petty enough not to care. He and Carmen hadn't fought persay, but he had gotten tired of her nagging him worse than his mother. He didn't like being told what to do on the best of days, and with the sour mood he had had for a few days, it was no wonder he had found elsewhere to spent time. Perhaps he could make friends here, which would be sure to piss her off.
With a small sigh and a slight grin on his face, Gilbert shook his head and opened the doors if the restaurant. Hopefully no one had been looking out the windows at him, for he had no idea how long he had stood just staring at the name of the restaurant. If it was for a while, they might have thought he was crazy. But then again, many did think that. After all, no normal human could have the ruby red eyes he did and be sane. Many people thought he was a child of misfortune, one that is doomed to attract bad luck. Gilbert knew that was just an old tale full of lies that were best not to be believed, but he saw the way people looked at him sometimes and he couldn’t help but pity them. They wouldn’t get to know an awesome person just because he looked different than everyone out. Afraid, maybe, but Gilbert had a tough skin, grown over the years by his delinquency and poor choices. With a mental shake, he moved himself beyond his darker inner thoughts and looked around at the space.
What met his eyes was the perfect sight to finish dispelling the lingering dark thoughts that may have stuck around. Warm and cheerful feelings fell over him. Exotic music played in his ears and he was mesmerized with how different it seemed to him than anything else in this town. Looking around, the warm wood shone lightly under the lamp light and he knew this would be an interesting experience. There was so much more to be seen here, but he could only take in so much at once. A smile twitched at the corners of his mouth, but it went by unnoticed.
“Nice, very nice. I think I like it here.”
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Post by Gilbert Fredrick Beilschmidt on Dec 3, 2013 14:32:43 GMT -8
Hey you, man dude. We should thread sometime~
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Post by Gilbert Fredrick Beilschmidt on Dec 2, 2013 16:27:35 GMT -8
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