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Post by Gilbert Fredrick Beilschmidt on Dec 1, 2013 19:34:40 GMT -8
Where's tonio's restaurant? and I hope you don't mind this is liquid
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Post by Gilbert Fredrick Beilschmidt on Nov 27, 2013 14:49:49 GMT -8
I'll start up a thread if you want, and pm it to you once I get it ready to go. <3
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Post by Gilbert Fredrick Beilschmidt on Nov 26, 2013 16:23:39 GMT -8
It was a rather pleasant day, though there were a few clouds hanging low in the sky. It wasn’t raining currently and it was a decent temperature, but the threat of falling rain seem to put an urgency in the air that hadn’t been their previously. As much as he loved living in England, Gilbert hated the rain. While it was good for the grass and the flowers and other such things that grew out of the ground, it was bad for writing and for any electronic devices he may have been carrying for work. While a notepad and pencil was always in his pocket, sometimes he carried a tape recorder. He knew it was outdated, but no one expected a tape recorder to be present anymore. It was a good device to get leads on stories…and to verify his facts. His memory could suck and he knew it. He remembered his own activities fine and what was going on around him, but small facts, small details that could be important down the road, he forgot as easily as a petal fell off a flower.
As Gilbert muddled over the weather and the lack of consideration the rain had for him and his need of electronic devices, a familiar noise rumbled overhead. It was a noise he had gotten used to and barely even noticed anymore. The sound of thunder. Eyes focused on the ground in front of him, he only noticed the cold precipitation when a single rain drop made it down the back of his shirt and trailed down his skin. A shocked sound was pulled from his throat as passers-by saw the little dance that many who had gotten the wet rain down their clothes preformed. Looking around quickly, his eyes landed on a shop he could escape the rain.
Pushing open the door to the shop, a small tinkle was heard from the bell to the shop ringing. It was another sound that was commonly taken advantage of. After all, if you’re entering a shop, you want to be known to be helped. And in this shop, he did want to be helped. It smelled wonderful. All sorts of chocolate to be seen, and all smelling of heaven. Walking over to the counter, he grinned.
“Now this is a place I could easily fall in love with. Who was killed to get this little piece of sin?”
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Post by Gilbert Fredrick Beilschmidt on Nov 26, 2013 14:55:11 GMT -8
We should plot, yes. Whats a board with a prussia and a russia without a thread with the two~ Any ideas? could be anything. Gilbo here is a citizen who would poribably skirt the edges of trouble. even if he doesn't realize it.
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Post by Gilbert Fredrick Beilschmidt on Nov 26, 2013 14:50:22 GMT -8
Mein Freund Tonio~ we should plot. Have any ideas we could do? Perhaps gil meets tonio at his food stand?
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Post by Gilbert Fredrick Beilschmidt on Nov 3, 2013 9:55:36 GMT -8
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Post by Gilbert Fredrick Beilschmidt on Nov 3, 2013 9:53:00 GMT -8
"I hope she didn't bother you, she’s just excited to be out after all the bad weather."
Gilbert couldn’t help but notice the man had a soothing voice, one that would be pleasing to just listen too. It could easily put him to sleep if he talked long enough. Blinking when he realized that the blond man was waiting for an answer, he stuck the notebook into his pocket and nodded to the man.
"Nein, no bother done. Just enjoying the day myself, can't get up the motivation to do much more than sit here and watch the happenings."
Grinning wide, he moved over for the man to sit down if he wanted too, Gilbert looked back at the puppy, who he had heard called Aster and, away from the blond man., he tried to ease him. He had seen the way the man tensed with his journal and being around people. With most people he wouldn’t care, it was part of his job to get under their skins and get the story, but he found he wanted to with this man for some reason. He knew it was a form of attraction, yes the man was handsome, but it was the attraction of the familiar. He had to figure it out. Had he seen that strong jaw line, and the way the man carried himself, he could tell that he was muscular with the broad shoulders. This man had a story, he could tell.
"Names the awesome one~ but you can call me Gilbert. “ He grinned and offered out his hand to the man. He had a feeling this was the start of something that could impact him greatly. Always trust your instincts after all. Following instincts had gotten him here after all, a decent job in a country that while it may rain a lot, could be quite beautiful if you looked hard enough.
"Those are the most interesting shade of blue eyes I have ever seen."
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Post by Gilbert Fredrick Beilschmidt on Oct 16, 2013 13:38:35 GMT -8
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Post by Gilbert Fredrick Beilschmidt on Oct 4, 2013 14:47:54 GMT -8
The din in the bar was at a manageable level, the music playing from the jukebox was loud enough to be heard , but still soft enough that conversing between people was still possible. Gilbert had to admit it had a certain charm to it. The place was hot and the drinks were cool. Perhaps he would write about this place, hopefully get it the attention it deserved. But then again, that had the potential to bring unsavory people and ruin the atmosphere.
That was the deciding factor; he wouldn't share this place in his articles. With a grin, he ordered the drink he ordered everywhere he went, a nice German beer. Watching the bartender turn around, he was drawn out of his thoughts by a tap on his shoulder. Blinking at the long, blond hair, the blue eyes caught his attention. They were the prettiest pair he had ever seen.
"Good evening, monsieur~. I would perhaps enjoy a chat with you tonight, if you do not mind. You seem to be a very interesting person and I would like to acquaint myself further if I am not impossing."
Gilbert was intrigued. It wasn't that often people approached him, as much as he might say otherwise. Letting a grin spread across his face, he rested his elbow on the counter of the bar and propped his chin up on his opened palm. Winking, patted the seat beside him in invitation. He wanted to see what kind of man this blond haired man was, see what he was interested in. Perhaps this man could be his first human friend he had in this town, first friend really besides his bird companion.
"Have a seat mein freund. What's on your mind that drew you to ze awesome me? Or do you commonly approach attractive strangers?"
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Post by Gilbert Fredrick Beilschmidt on Sept 24, 2013 13:45:04 GMT -8
Gilbert knew the reputation of the Brawn, knew how with its fancier atmosphere and its rich decoration, it was meant for the elite, or those who wanted to impresses a date or make it up to their significant others when they messed up big time. Knowing this reputation, the German had purposely dressed in his best clothes to go talk inquire about the job at that restaurant. It had required him raiding his closet for the items he barely wore and had no reason to wear them, but he did own some. Buried in the back of the closet, behind some old shirts he knew belonged in the rag pile, they were so holey and worn the only use they had now was rags. Behind these were his dress clothes. Taking them out and shaking them out, he grinned. They were perfect. The pants were black dress pants, and the shirt was a green button down that had cuffs that buttoned too. This is what he called fancy. Add in a nice tie with it and he was ready to go.
After getting changed and actually slicking back his hair, something he was loathed to do, he headed out, flyer in hand. It took a bit of time to get to the restaurant, but it was worth it. He had stopped outside of the restaurant to get an overall look at the place, and it was everything he expected. Every now and then when the doors opened, it was possible to get a hint of the wonderful dishes that were made in this place. Gilbert could already feel himself salivating to the delicious smells coming from this restaurant. Steeling up his nerve, he entered.
The place was beautiful. Tables draped with table clothes and with candles in the center sending the vibe of romance through the air. This would be a good place to work. Walking up to one of the people who seemed to be in charge, or knew who was in charge, he nodded.
“Hallo, could you direct me to Miss Malena Kalenda? I’m here to inquire about the job ad?” He held up the flyer to show what he was talking about.
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Post by Gilbert Fredrick Beilschmidt on Sept 17, 2013 15:11:23 GMT -8
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Post by Gilbert Fredrick Beilschmidt on Sept 17, 2013 14:46:07 GMT -8
It wasn’t often he visited the University, Gilbert just didn’t feel like he had any reason to be there usually. Though today was different, today the Albino was bored. When he got bored, he usually just let his feet take him where they would. He didn’t even pay attention to the direction, but he almost always ended up where he needed to be. Often times, his aimless wondering led him to a great story. This was partially the reason why he was wandering around. There was no good leads around for a story. With a sigh, Gilbert looked up at the sky and couldn’t help but smile. The sky was blue with random amorphous clouds that reminded him of days gone by. Those days where he would skip school and lay out in the park, smoking a cigarette and trying to see what shapes there were in the clouds. Taking time now to squint up at them, he grinned. The one right above one of the buildings looked like a duck. Lowering his head, he continued walking around the campus until he heard someone speak of job postings. Intrigued, he pulled his purple jacket closer to him, he listened in. All he wanted was a location of this job list. Sighing as the wind blew cold against the exposed area on his neck above his jacket, he took off, it was apparent he wouldn’t get an answer this way. Blinking, the area around him seemed a bit darker than a few moments before. Looking up, the reason for this became apparent and it wasn’t just a trick of his eyes. The clouds had recovered the blue sky, leaving a drab gray color that wasn’t quite pewter, but what color should that be called? With a slight chuckle, he thought of it. Elephant skin gray. Complete with the wrinkles with the cloud cover. Kicking a stone in his path, he heard it echo as it bounced and skittered out of his walking path. Looking up, he say the ads placed on the bulletin board for everyone to see. Walking closer, he perused the listings and nodded to himself. Reaching out, he took the pushpin out of the bored and took the ad with a nod. This one he could do. “Brawn looking for servers huh? Why not. Good chance to show some more of my awesome talents besides writing.” Stuffing the ad in his pocket, he dodged the crowed and headed out of the University campus, knowing he needed to inquire about the job soon, least someone snatch it from under him. And that’s one thing with Gilbert, what he really wants, he made sure he gets. {ooc}Taking the short staffed job |
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Post by Gilbert Fredrick Beilschmidt on Sept 9, 2013 15:28:55 GMT -8
The sun was shining warmly, reflecting off the crystal clear lake. Ducks swam across it, seemingly as if floating with the current. Nearby on a bench is where Gilbert sat, watching the birds fly and people play with their animals. Frisbees were flying and dogs were jumping here and there. There were even a few people just walking their dogs, not making any effort at all to do more to wear them out. Smiling a little bit as seeing how peaceful everyone was, he reached into his pocket and took out his notebook, opening it to the page he had stopped on before. Before his eyes sat the beginning of the latest story he was working on. It was more notes on the potential story than anything. Little facts here and there that outlined the whole story. Of course it was written in his special code so no one could take his story idea for their own. A sigh left his lips as he looked up at the sky. He liked writing, he really did…it just bored him sometimes. To this day it was still hard for Gilbert to focus on things.
Hearing a dog bark in the distance, he lifted his head and red-violet eyes came to rest on the open notebook in his hands. Pages flipped as a light wind blew, pages without writing revealed themselves. No writing scared the pages, blemishing the white spaces in between the lines. A light smirk formed on his lips as he lifted his pencil and let the dark graphite mark the pages, forever running the crisp, clean look. But in its place, would be something even better. A work of art would emerge. Maybe not something that would ever hang in The Louvre, but it was art nether-the-less. Once finished with it, Gilbert held it up in front of him and grinned. The picture was just a quick doodle, an amorphous sketch that vaguely resembled absolutely nothing. Hearing a bark, Gilbert saw a puppy running free, it was cute at how the little legs carried him along.
“Isn’t that a cute puppy~”
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Post by Gilbert Fredrick Beilschmidt on Sept 6, 2013 11:47:30 GMT -8
The day started off horrible. Waking up to find his alarm had not gone off was the, bad; but getting screamed at by his boss and threatened termination. It seemed as if everyone was having a bad day. Walking out of the office and tucking his notebook in his pocket, Gilbert didn't want to go home yet. The night was just falling, the last rays of sun were peaking over the horizon and dying the buildings the magnificent warm reds and oranges that were usually associated with sunsets.
With a sigh, the fair-haired Germen stepped in the mass of people and followed wherever his feet took him. Of course he listened to passing conversation to see if he could find any hints of anything news worthy. He was a journalist...plus he was nosy. He loved seeing what gossip he could write. Bits of conversations made it through the low hum of the crowd, things like so-and-so was having an affair and that person stole office supplies. It all bored him.
His life had been boring lately, his job was getting monotonous. It was the same thing every day; no smoking hot stories that could put him on front page and getting instant fame. There was nothing. Even his hacking was getting droll. Infiltrating small cracks here and there that wouldn't be noticed or caught. Gilbert wanted adventure and his adrenaline rushing. With another small sigh at how uninteresting his life had become, he stepped out of the crowd and looked around.
There in front of him was a potential answer. Lighted up against the darkness, as if a beacon to draw in people like him, was the bar sign, blinking away in its florescent wonder. Making a quick decisions, for no one was home waiting on him and no one would care if he got home later than he usually did, he headed inside the bar. Once inside and taking a deep breath, he sighed. The smell of alcohol was sweet and he headed to the bar to grab a seat, music playing in the background all the while making a nice backdrop to the conversations. Now to just drink his problems away and enjoy the atmosphere where he was still alone, but still had people around to make him feel like there was someone he could turn to.
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Post by Gilbert Fredrick Beilschmidt on Sept 4, 2013 9:19:50 GMT -8
Well, they're both civilians, and I wouldn't be adversed to having them meeting somewhere and seeing where things go. We can always talk about relations when we're both online.
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