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Feb 9, 2019 22:49:16 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Feb 9, 2019 22:49:16 GMT -7
July 2016 Rachel and Travis were new to the UK. They'd spent the last two years in The United States as Leo- ah, she needed to start thinking of him as Travis now- taught her all his tricks. She felt entirely comfortable now when it came to stealing and pickpocketing and even robbings stores, she'd been doing it long enough. However, now that she and Travis were in a new place, they were trying to lay low a little bit. They wanted to get to know the area and not be so big, at least to start out. So her job today was to come to this club and get some money from some unsuspecting people. Travis would be doing the same thing in a different club tonight and they were supposed to meet together once they were done. What she didn't expect was how many people would be here. Fine. Okay, it was time to find someone to flirt with. She started looking around with interest, not entirely sure where to start. Maybe the perfect someone would approach her first? Then she could get what she needed from them and maybe others. Galen Francis Ollivander
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Feb 15, 2019 9:46:19 GMT -7
Post by Galen Francis Ollivander on Feb 15, 2019 9:46:19 GMT -7
AT TWENTY-ONE THE WORLD IS FRANKIE'S TO take, and yet it's still not enough. He studies until his eyes sting and his spine curves, and he passes every test with flying colours. He's going to be a doctor, but his parent's don't care, and that shouldn't matter anymore, but it does. So, he drinks too much and sleeps too little. The clubs and bars in London all look the same, and most of the bartenders recognise him on sight. He's 'an alright lad', but a swimming liability on whiskey, but he tips so it doesn't really matter.
The bar was heaving when Frankie arrived, not that strange for a Friday night, so nobody looked twice at him when he ordered two classes of whiskey. They were both supposed to be for him, but he feeling a little lonely and nobody really drank with him anymore. His scanned the bar instinctively, looking for a friendly face, but he didn't find one at first. The thing that drew him to the blonde to begin with was the fact that she smiled at him like she knew him. But, he didn't know any blonde girls as fit as her.
Taking it as a cue, he sidled up beside her, a confident grin on his face. "Do I know you?" He asked, raising his voice to be heard over the crowd in the bar. "I just-" He shook his head, still holding the two glasses of whiskey he gestured them both at her at boldly. "Bought two, you want one?" He realised a half second late that, if she didn't know him after all, it was a bit weird to be offering a stranger an open glass of whiskey. He could be anybody. "Or... I could just buy you your own drink." He chuckled, shaking his head as he pulled the glasses back towards himself.
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Feb 16, 2019 22:55:01 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2019 22:55:01 GMT -7
Rachel's eyes connected with a man who seemed to be about her age. His eyes were glancing around the room like he was looking for someone, but not at the same time. Maybe he just wanted someone to connect with? She was more than willing. Rachel smiled over at him, wondering if he'd be brave enough to approach her or if she was going to have to make the first move. She was fine either way, but it was always interesting to see how people reacted to her nonverbal invitations. He asked if he knew her, his air confident and Rachel was more impressed than she expected to be. It wouldn't stop her from pick-pocketing him, but it was still cool that he was different than most. She shook her head at his question, answering in a loud voice as well. "I doubt it. I just came over from the United States," Rachel answered, not even trying to hide her accent. There was no need to, yet. No one here knew her and Travis. He asked if she'd want one of his drinks and Rachel giggled softly as he corrected himself. "I'm fine with one of those," she answered before looking at him a little more closely, "As long as you promise that you didn't drug one." She winked to show she was teasing. She had a few spells she could do without her wand to make sure her drink wasn't tampered with, but he seemed to sweet to do something like that. "It's my first time being here," she added, looking around them conversationally. Galen Francis Ollivander
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Feb 25, 2019 5:56:41 GMT -7
Post by Galen Francis Ollivander on Feb 25, 2019 5:56:41 GMT -7
NODDING HIS HEAD, FRANKIE ALREADY FELT LIKE a bit of an idiot as a smooth American accent filled his ears. He'd picked the only foreigner in a sea of cockney accents, but at least she had a pretty face. And, she wasn't looking at him like he was some creepy, either. He handed her the other drink and made a cross over his chest with his free hand. "Cross my heart!" He said over the din of the pub, that same cheeky grin coming back over his face. He knew that a promise like that meant nothing, but he truly hadn't. Not that that mattered, but he admired her bravery regardless.
"It's a good pub," He said conversationally, nodding his head as he downed most of his drink in one go. "You'll have a laugh, for sure." At the same moment, some old, balding man fell over his own feet and sent a pint flying in the air. Frankie ducked as if the spray might catch them, but luckily it didn't. "See," He said, nostrils flaring as he turned to look at the other girl. He offered his hand to shake, realising he hadn't even asked for her name yet. "I'm Frankie," He said, feeling like a local all of a sudden in the company of an American.
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Feb 25, 2019 20:18:10 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Feb 25, 2019 20:18:10 GMT -7
Rachel could tell that the other guy seemed a little embarrassed at first. It was pretty natural, since they didn't know one another and her accent made that glaringly obvious. Still, she smiled, showing she wasn't bothered at all by the mistake. Soon enough, she'd be able to fake an accent and sound like him or anyone else in this place. It wouldn't be hard at all. She chuckled as he handed her the drink, crossing his heart. "Well with a guarantee like that, how can I refuse?" she teased, brushing her free hand across the top of the mug, guaranteeing with a nonverbal spell that nothing in there would harm her. He would probably think she was a naive American, even if he didn't do anything to the drink, but she didn't really care what he thought. She was definitely not naive. She took a few swallows of her drink as he explained that it was a good pub and that she'd have a good time. Was that the point of a pub? To have a good time? Honestly, Rachel didn't understand what was so good about a pub when you could go to a club instead. Wasn't dancing and drinking much more fun than just drinking? She didn't say that though. Really, she didn't have a chance. Some old guy tripped nearby and the man next to her ducked in response. Rachel slid back for a second, chuckling softly as others in the room roared with laughter. Okay, so maybe it would be more fun than she expected. She nodded, "Seems like a good place," she agreed. Then he was holding out his hand introducing himself. Rachel took it. "I'm Rachel," she answered back with a smile. "So have you lived around here your whole life?" Rachel asked curiously. Might as well get to know him a bit before he got drunk enough she could steal from him without him noticing. Galen Francis Ollivander
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Mar 28, 2019 5:14:42 GMT -7
Post by Galen Francis Ollivander on Mar 28, 2019 5:14:42 GMT -7
SHE WAS SMOOTH, THOUGHT FRANKIE. WITH HER easy American smile and flirtatious body language. Or, maybe he was reading too much in to it. He'd been starved of human contact for too long. Holed up studying for what felt like a lifetime, his eyes stinging from his laptop screen, his speak a little soft from too many beers. Either way, he wasn't complaining about his choice, and neither was she, by the looks of things.
"Good to meet you, Rachel." He grinned, her hand warm in his. Though her ability to keep the conversation going was much better than his as he floundered after just giving her his name. "Uh, yeah... pretty much!" He said, though it was perhaps a half-truth. It showed in his hesitation, his shifting feet. Technically, he had grown up outside of London, but he dreaded telling people this. That he'd grown up in a little village filled with witches and wizards. Then he'd really be a creep. "Studying in London," He clarified, because she inspired a little honesty in him. It showed what a pretty face could do. "I grew up in a little village near Devon."
A hand tucked in to his jean pocket, shoulder bunched awkwardly as he tried desperately to change the subject. He took a slug of his pint first, licking the corner of his mouth as he gestured to her with it and asked, "What about you?" She was very obviously 'Not British'. "I mean, I know you're not from 'round here." He snorted quietly. "Are you here for business or pleasure?" His nose scrunched as he finished that sentence, feeling himself cringe at the cliche of it. 'What a line,' he thought to himself sourly. Wishing he could take it back.
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Mar 30, 2019 21:59:26 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Mar 30, 2019 21:59:26 GMT -7
This guy was nice. Definitely a little too polite for her liking, but maybe that's just how Brits were. Rachel wasn't quite sure. Either way, even if Frankie was her guy it wouldn't matter. She had Travis and she was perfectly happy with her relationship with him. That didn't mean she had to tell Frankie about it though. He seemed like the perfect kind of person to use, and it was pretty likely he wouldn't even suspect her too. She smiled, "It's nice to meet you too," she echoed, waiting for him to answer her question. He didn't take long, but his answer definitely told her more than she was expecting. She nodded at his answer, "So how far away is your village from here?" Rachel was suddenly curious to find out how much of a country boy he was. "And how long have you been studying?" It was so much easier to get other people talking than to have to answer their questions. Not that she couldn't lie, but it was always easier to listen and pretend to care than to talk about yourself. Besides, the less they knew about her the better. He returned her question, which wasn't too much of a surprise. Rachel shrugged in response, "Well I obviously didn't grow up here," she started with a teasing smile. She chuckled before continuing, "I grew up in Georgia mostly, but my parents died when I was young, so I was moved all over." He didn't need the whole story though. Georgia was the main place she stayed until Ilvermorny. His next question was definitely easier to answer. "Definitely pleasure. I've been saving up with small jobs back home for a while so I could come over and see what I can here." That was kind of true. She and Travis did save a little, which helped them get here. Still, she was also here for business, but she liked stealing so she was considering it pleasure in this moment. And she was definitely overthinking the whole thing anyway. Galen Francis Ollivander
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Apr 27, 2019 6:29:33 GMT -7
Post by Galen Francis Ollivander on Apr 27, 2019 6:29:33 GMT -7
THE FACT OF THE MATTER WAS THAT FRANKIE had invited questions about where he was from. But, he still felt himself begin to clam up as the blonde asked him, quite conversationally, how close home was. "Not far enough," He said with a bitter little smile. Devon was a fair bit away from the bustling city of London, but Frankie always felt like he couldn't get far enough from his past. From the cloying disappointment of his parents. They were just an apparation away. A portkey. For a witch or a wizard, there truly wasn't enough space between himself and his magical family.
"Oh..." Frankie muttered, feeling a little sheepish that he'd put her on the spot like that. "I- I'm sorry." He said abruptly, unable to think about what else to say. "I've heard of Georgia." He added in a rush, as if to bring him back from the brink of failure. He felt like he'd put his foot in his mouth, but he didn't want her to leave just yet. This was the most social interaction he'd had in weeks. He was starving for communication.
"Well, London is great for tourists." Frankie said with a smile. He hadn't travelled much, but he loved the city as much as he could. "There's no shortage of things to do." Though he briefly wondered why she'd ended up in a dive like this, if she was looking for something more pleasurable. But, then again, he found good in the place. Why shouldn't she? Well, it probably had to do with her model good looks. They were a little amiss among the grizzled locals. Beer guts and bald heads a-plenty. "Are you, uh-" Frankie turned his cup in his hand, a glint of interest in his eyes. "Are you travelling or... with a boyfriend, or something?"
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May 2, 2019 8:30:08 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on May 2, 2019 8:30:08 GMT -7
He said that he wasn't far enough from home and Rachel smiled and nodded. Okay, so he didn't want to talk about home. The next rational question was why, but she thought she could sense that he wouldn't want to talk about that and she definitely didn't want to make him uncomfortable. That would make things much more complicated, which was the opposite of what she wanted right now. She wanted him to feel totally at ease. She giggled, trying to make him feel at ease, when he started to apologize. "There's nothing to be sorry about," Rachel answered easily, her smile widening when he said he thought he'd heard of Georgia. "Yeah? I didn't think many people over here would know anything about my little state." Okay, so Georgia wasn't the smallest state, but it definitely wasn't the biggest either. She was just trying to make him at ease though. Frankie explained that London was great for tourists and that there were plenty of things to do. She twisted her head to the side a little, "Oh, do you have any recommendations?" She'd love more ideas of things she could do with Travis, and tourist-y places were always good for business, especially since they were new in the area. He asked if she was traveling with a boyfriend and Rachel shrugged like it wasn't a big deal. "I'm travelling on my own, for now," she answered with a suggestive smile. "No boyfriend." She was with Travis and would follow him anywhere he wanted to go, but this guy didn't need to know that. Travis was off doing some other job, and he wouldn't mind this at all. They had mutual trust with one another. Besides that, it would be interesting to see what this guy wanted, whether or not he'd be willing to "show her around". Maybe it could be fun to prolong this a bit more, instead of just stealing from him tonight. Galen Francis Ollivander
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May 2, 2019 9:53:20 GMT -7
Post by Galen Francis Ollivander on May 2, 2019 9:53:20 GMT -7
FRANKIE WAS PLEASED THAT HE'D MANAGED TO coax a smile out of her. Though his knowledge of Georgia was fairly limited and he felt guilty for even saying he knew much at all about it. "Uh, yeah." He said with a slight laugh, a bubble of nerves choking his throat. He swallowed hard to push it down and gestured to her with a slight finger. "Georgia peach..." And then he dipped his chin slightly as he laughed. "That's all I know." With a stiff shrug, he hoped that was charming enough to let him off the hook.
Sipping his drink, Frankie's brows pulled together as he thought of all the places he'd rushed to see after he'd moved. Everything muggle he'd consumed to remind him that he was better than what his family made him to be. That there was merit in muggle-kind and all they had accomplished without the aide of magic on their side. "St. James Park is nice," Frankie said, his bottom lip pouted slightly. "And the Double Tree has a killer sky lounge." He said with an impressed lift of his brows. "I've only been once but you can see the whole of London up there."
After a second, lingering look, Frankie nodded his head briefly. "Oh," He muttered, unable to deny that he was relieved she hadn't travelled with a boyfriend. Though he doubted he had a chance, he still found himself sidling closer to her. The drink making him loose and a little over-confident. She was gorgeous and had the sweetest accent he'd ever heard. "Then, maybe I can show you around some time." He said over the rim of his glass, an open expression on his face as he waited for her reaction. "If you want."
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May 4, 2019 13:22:39 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on May 4, 2019 13:22:39 GMT -7
He still seemed so nervous to talk about Georgia with her, which Rachel found increasingly cute. He obviously didn’t know much about the place, but he was still trying. He wanted to impress her, and she was impressed. By his determination. She was definitely also gratified by how obvious it was that he wanted to spend more time with her. Exactly what she wanted. She laughed lightly when he called her a Georgia Peach. “You are so sweet,” she said, touching his shoulder lightly, invitingly. Then he admitted it was all he knew and she smiled some more. “You know plenty, especially for someone who lives so far away.” She didn’t want to make him feel bad or self-conscious. That would defeat the whole purpose. He started to name some popular places, most of them being places she hadn’t heard about before. That was fine though. If he wanted to suggest a million places, he could take her there and she could pickpocket a bunch of people without even him knowing it. Then, when she got all she could, she could steal something from him. If she wanted anything from him, of course. “Those sound like interesting places,” she answered with a smile. Was he going to offer to take her to them? There it was. He seemed to realize what she was insinuating then, moving closer to her with a small little smile. Perfect. She allowed her smile to grow when he suggested showing her around sometime. “I think that would be great,” she answered cheerily. “When would you have time?” Really, she wasn’t busy at all. She'd be game to start now if he wanted, but sadly that probably wasn't likely. Plus, it would be interesting to see where this guy decided to take her first and how he planned to do this. Not that she thought he was really in the planning stage yet. It still looked like he was busy hoping. Galen Francis Ollivander
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Jul 30, 2019 8:39:46 GMT -7
Post by Galen Francis Ollivander on Jul 30, 2019 8:39:46 GMT -7
SHE REACHED OUT AND TOUCHED HIM AND Frankie's whole body tensed slightly, a tingling erupting from the spot and down his arm. He was embarrassingly touch starved, most of his days spent in solitude or in a classroom where he blended in like the paint work. "I'm not that sweet," He protested with a smirk, gripping his glass twice as tight and hoping she didn't notice him begin to clam up.
Offering to show her around London had been done on a whim. Frankie never had time for anything, or so he told himself. He dedicated his entire life, and social life, to college related tasks and it showed in his awkward demeanour. In the dark circles under his eyes, the paleness of his skin. He didn't get out much. "Tomorrow?" He said impulsively, clearing his throat and pulling back in case he came across too eager.
As Frankie began to overthink his invitation, someone barrelled in to the back of him and he stumbled in to Rachel. The meaty body stumbling past him juggling too pints. He had beer dripping all the way down his back. "Shit!" He cursed, catching Rachel's eye with a grimace. "Sorry..." He mumbled, pulling back slowly, the heat of her body almost too alluring to peel away from. He really needed to get laid...
Reaching behind him he pulled the soaked jumper from his back. "I'll be back in a minute." He asked if she'd hold his beer while he cleaned himself up, turning to weave around the crowd, looking over his shoulder intermittently with a smile - checking if she'd run off the first chance she got.
@rachel she could have potentially pick pocketed him when he knocked in to her! and then some.
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Aug 13, 2019 6:37:51 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2019 6:37:51 GMT -7
He seemed to be getting more nervous, the more she tried to give off a calming vibe. Well apparently that wasn't working. Rachel shrugged a little, smiling at him. "You seem pretty sweet to me," she answered easily. Would he be able to relax again, or was he the kind of guy that would run off in the next few minutes. She was definitely curious to find out. She'd actually ... enjoyed their conversation so far. Rachel's smile widened a bit when he suggested tomorrow, still seeming a little nervous about her reaction. "Tomorrow sounds great. You can show me anything you want about this city of yours," which should be perfect. The more touristy places he took her, the more random people she'd be able to pickpocket, which would be a good thing, she was sure. Trav wouldn't mind her disappearing for an afternoon, she was positive. She dropped her gaze for a moment before looking back up at him through her lashes, "You sure you're not going to change your mind on me?" she asked softly. Rachel wanted to make sure he would come, that she wouldn't be waiting around for him to show up. Then someone knocked into him, pushing Frankie into her. Rachel chuckled, even as her hands automatically snatched his walled from his pocket, smoothly sliding it into her own. He pulled away, meeting her eye and apologizing. Rachel shook her head, "You're fine. That wasn't your fault," she answered, leaning a little closer until he started to pull away. She allowed a small blush to creep onto her cheeks. Then he was gone, walking to what she assumed was the bathroom and leaving his drink with her. Rachel took it, watching him walk away. Once he was gone, she pulled out his wallet and flipped through it. There wasn't much in there, which wasn't really a surprise. She set it on the counter next to his drink, ready to tell him she found it on the flood after he left. Just in case he noticed it was gone during his visit to the men's room. She slowly sipped her drink as she waited for him to return. Galen Francis Ollivander
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Oct 1, 2019 5:58:41 GMT -7
Post by Galen Francis Ollivander on Oct 1, 2019 5:58:41 GMT -7
RACHEL COULD FLUTTER HER EYES ALL SHE wanted, but Frankie had already been won over. With a face and a voice like that why would he change his mind? His expression was transparent, shaking his head with a scoff. "Unlikely." Was all he said, because this was quite frankly the most fun he'd had in a long time. The longest amount of time he'd gone without thinking about a paper he had due or a practical test he was sure he'd failed.
And then his back was soaked and the moment was shattered. He left reluctantly, out of necessity only as he peeled the jumper off his back in the cramped men's room. Grumbling under his breath as he rung it out and tried to dry it under the weak hand dryers. The t-shirt he wore underneath wasn't quite as wet, and he thanked his mild good luck as he eventually gave up and tied the damp jumper around his hips, rolling his shoulders to shake his t-shirt from his back as he washed his hands and made his way back to Rachel.
It was as he sidled through the crowd that he patted his back pocket, finding it suspiciously flat. A cold dread washed over him and it was clear on his face as he closed the space between him and Rachel. "I've lost my wallet!" He exclaimed, checking his front pockets as well, in case he'd misplaced it there after buying their drinks. "Shit..." He huffed, his face red but then his eyes cast over to his drink and there it was - worn, cracked leather, split at the bottom so that his change always fell out. "Did I drop it?" He asked Rachel with a roll of his eyes, feeling stupid as he snatched it up and stuffed it back in his pocket after checking it was definitely his. Skinny Provisional License photo? Check!
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Oct 10, 2019 18:22:08 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Oct 10, 2019 18:22:08 GMT -7
It was definitely flattering how easy it was to confirm that he would actually do something with her. Sure, Rachel didn't know what kinds of plans Travis might have for tomorrow, but she was certain this was a good opportunity and he wouldn't mind her following it. Besides that, this guy seemed like he would be fun. He was unsure of himself, but also eager at the same time, something that made Rachel more interested than normal. "Then it's a date," Rachel confirmed easily. Then he was gone and she looked through his wallet before putting it on the counter for him to find when he came back. It was a good thing she did it just then too, because he approached her with a panicked look on his face as he told her that he lost his wallet. Rachel lifted a hand, "Actually-" but he was already too busy checking pockets and getting upset. Then he saw it and she smiled a little. She nodded when he turned her again, asking a question. "I think so ... I saw it on the ground after you left. I picked it up when I saw it on the ground and when I realized it was yours ..." she shrugged with a smile. "No harm done, right?" There couldn't be. No one had taken anything from it. He was just getting over his upset moment. Galen Francis Ollivander
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