History and Legend (Timeandspace & FLN826)
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				Title: <strong>History and Legend (Timeandspace &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>01-02-2011, 23:48:38</strong>
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				"What did you do Richard, where is she? What did you do?<br><br>"I did what you wouldn't, what you 'couldn't' do, I kept our daughter and the future of this family safe"<br><br>"Where is she, where did you send Aleria, you cant just give our child away, you cant do that!"<br><br>"I can, and I did, its done. She has the birthmark of her namesake, I've ensured that where she's going, she'll have a new name, a new life, and none of this will touch her. She has a token to keep us with her always, but its better this way, its better for all of us"<br><br>____________________________________________________<br><br>It had taken a lot of studying, hard work, the lack of a social life, but Sarah Wickman managed to earn a full time teaching position at one of the most prestigious universities in the North East. She'd arrived there a full month before classes were due to start and she was both excited and nervous. For the first time she was living on her own in a nice brownstone walk up that had been renovated to apartments and it was in a charming neighborhood. <br><br>Today she had planned to spend the day in the city shopping, getting everything she would need for her classes including a new wardrobe. Something serious and fitting, something that would make her look a little older and like a professor rather than one of their peers. She knew she was going to have to keep her light brown hair pulled back most of the time, for when she let it hang free it gave her a more youthful appearance. She had toyed with the idea of cutting it, but couldn't bring herself to do so. <br><br>One of her favorite things about New England was how old everything was, right down to the train stations. Brick buildings, cobblestone streets. Admiring all of the architecture she managed to miss her train completely and now would have to wait another forty minutes for the next one. Her tendency to let her mind wander and run late for everything was something she promised herself she was going to work on before her job started. Sighing, she sat down on one of the stone benches and pulled out a book to read while she waited.
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				Title: <strong>Re: History and Legend (Timeandspace &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timeandspace</strong> on <strong>02-02-2011, 02:39:03</strong>
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				Alex lifted his arm, looking at his watch.&nbsp; "Ten fifteen" he muttered.&nbsp; Alex loathed wearing a watch.&nbsp; He had been reduced to it by his brother, who insisted that it made him look more professional.&nbsp; There were few things he hated more than wearing a watch, one of them was being late.&nbsp; Luckily for him, in this case, he was an hour and forty-five minutes early.<br><br>Alex Guinn had been living in Boston for nearly two years.&nbsp; His father decided that it would be a good idea to try a less abrasive climate than Las Vegas.&nbsp; Why Joseph had moved the entire family, was beyond Alex.&nbsp; He had an athletic build, a strong jaw and a tenacious attitude.&nbsp; His style was casual, but his brother Ryan had seen to trump that attribute.&nbsp; A train roared by on a nearby track.&nbsp; Old metal signs indicating street names hanging from the ceiling shuddered, the aged light bulbs flickered.&nbsp; He was snapped out of his memories.&nbsp; As much as Alex appreciated nostalgic architecture, he couldn't help but wonder why the city hadn't modernized yet.&nbsp; There were no warning lights, no indicators as to when a train would arrive.&nbsp; Just a crude victorian style clock on the wall, the sudden jolt when you were jerked out of your thoughts, and his watch.<br><br>Reaching up and adjusting his tie, he walked back toward the ticket terminal.&nbsp; Alex's jaw clenched.&nbsp; There was a line, a long line.&nbsp; Women and screaming children, people with large bags of... produce?&nbsp; The train schedule was above the ticket seller's head, out of reading distance.&nbsp; Sighing, he looked around.&nbsp; His meeting wasn't for three hours, but he was fairly sure that his brother had booked a seat on the wrong train.&nbsp; It would be a mad dash for the office after his train ride.<br><br>This was not the right place or time for this, but he had become aloof in his practices.&nbsp; Alex focused his crystal blue eyes on the placard listing the schedule above the sellers' heads.&nbsp; The air around him shook for a moment, and the placard accentuated in detail, reading "11:00" for another train to Cambridge.&nbsp; He took out his ticket and looked at the "12:00 Noon".&nbsp; His left eyebrow upturned and the 2 began to smudge, becoming illegible and eventually dissipating.&nbsp; A "1" sprung into view where the "2" was.<br><br>His father would have seen him drawn and quartered, but Alex didn't care.&nbsp; He walked over to the eleven o'clock Cambridge platform and sat down on a stone bench.&nbsp; A woman sat next to him, reading a novel.&nbsp; He glanced at her, then looked back at the tracks.&nbsp; There was a rock on the rail, vibrating.&nbsp; Alex looked side to side.&nbsp; There was no train coming, but the rock began shuddering violently.&nbsp; Sitting back against the bench, he puzzled as to why.&nbsp; The woman next to him turned the page of her book, and the rock ceased movement.<br><br>This woman turned another page.&nbsp; The rock on the rail, and all of the gravel lining the tracks started to shudder.&nbsp; It only lasted a moment.&nbsp; Alex looked over at the woman, his jaw clenching again.&nbsp; Somewhere in the back of his mind, his dentist told him to stop that.&nbsp; Nothing like this had happened for years.&nbsp; Even then, he didn't know what caused it.&nbsp; Alex watched with increased interest as she turned another page, and nothing happened.&nbsp; He turned his gaze back toward the tracks, puzzled.
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				Title: <strong>Re: History and Legend (Timeandspace &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>02-02-2011, 15:28:56</strong>
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				Shifting a little uncomfortably on the bench, Sarah had the distinct impression that the man who had sat down next to her had been watching her while she read. It was slightly unnerving and she was tempted to tell him that picture would last longer if he was that interested in memorizing her face. She tried to focus solely on her book and checked her watch to make sure she wouldn't miss the next train and be stuck here even longer. <br><br>Tucking her hair behind her ear, she finally looked over at him and had the oddest sensation that she knew him from somewhere, but she was usually good with faces and his didn't trigger a name for her. She forced herself to look away and back at her book, though she was no longer reading. Eventually she folded down the corner of the page and put it back in to her bag.<br><br>"I'm sorry, I have to ask, do I know you from someplace? You look a little familiar"<br><br><em>And, you keep staring at me as if you know me</em>, but that thought she kept to herself. While Sara was not overly outgoing, especially when it came to men, she was far from shy as well. She took a moment while she waited for him to answer her to look him over. Sharp looking, dressed well, didn't look out of place in the suit and tie he wore so obviously a professional. It wasn't a bad look all in all. In comparison she felt a little sloppy in the casual sundress she'd put on, but the weather was still nice enough that she didn't have to bother with warmer clothes yet. And, she was out to go shopping, not off to work. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: History and Legend (Timeandspace &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timeandspace</strong> on <strong>02-02-2011, 16:54:38</strong>
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				Not realizing just how intently he'd been staring at the woman, he was surprised at the question.&nbsp; "I... was thinking the same thing about you."&nbsp; Alex looked back at the train tracks.&nbsp; The gravel was still.&nbsp; There weren't any other people at the terminal that could have caused what he witnessed.&nbsp; A man leaning against a nearby pole, reading a newspaper.&nbsp; A woman holding her child in her arms.&nbsp; No others like him.&nbsp; He'd be able to sense them.&nbsp; Then again, he couldn't put a finger on what he was getting from this woman.&nbsp; He could see in his peripheral vision that she was still watching him.<br><br>"Tell me your last name." Alex curtly demanded.&nbsp; He'd didn't really had a penchant for the niceties of social interaction.&nbsp; Most of the women he'd interacted with recently were in the business world.&nbsp; His family did a lot of international trade so being as 'to the point' as possible was necessary.<br><br>"I mean, please, tell me your name.&nbsp; I... I'm sorry.&nbsp; I've been working with a few German clients that are less than cordial.&nbsp; I think it has saturated my speech.&nbsp; Having bratwurst and saurkraut every day for lunch doesn't help either" he mused, hoping his dry humor would be well received.&nbsp; This woman was adorned by a lovely sun dress.&nbsp; Taking a moment to take in its subtly vibrant colors, Alex realized he was staring again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: History and Legend (Timeandspace &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>02-02-2011, 21:56:05</strong>
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				While Sarah may have been raised in a small town, she wasn't so wet behind the ears that she was about to give her name to some man in the train station who had been staring at her and then demanded it. But, she'd also learned a long time ago to trust her instincts and she didn't get the stalker or rapist vibe from this man, even if his manners left something to be desired. <br><br>"I'm Sarah, and you are?"<br><br>It wasn't quite an answer to what he'd asked her, but it should do for now. The more she focused on him the more she had the feeling she knew him, but for the life of her she just couldn't place it. He probably just had one of those faces. <br><br>She thought it was funny actually that in the time she'd been here, aside from the English chair at the university and her landlord, this odd man was the first person in Boston that she'd spoken to. It was a little telling if she used him as a judge of the quality of people she could expect to meet. The truth was, Sarah had always been outgoing and full of life. She loved to be around people and had always been rather social, but here and now, she found it all to be a little daunting.
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				Title: <strong>Re: History and Legend (Timeandspace &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timeandspace</strong> on <strong>03-02-2011, 00:11:19</strong>
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				"Alex.&nbsp; Alex Guinn."<br><br>Alex wasn't sure if he should present a business card.&nbsp; There was that pesky work habit slowly consuming his social skills again.&nbsp; Deciding that it would be inappropriate given the situation, he instead rubbed his thumb into his forefinger in a circular motion, a habit he'd developed to help him focus his attention.<br><br>"I'm really not crazy."&nbsp; Alex grimaced, immediately wishing he hadn't said that.&nbsp; "You remind me of someone, I just don't remember who.&nbsp; Have you been in the city long?&nbsp; I'm at the station fairly frequently and can't say that I've seen you around."<br><br>A train's brakes sounded, screeching the behemoth to a stop at a nearby terminal.&nbsp; The man standing against the pole reading the newspaper shifted.&nbsp; Alex glanced up for a moment and made eye contact.&nbsp; The man quickly looked back to his reading.&nbsp; The woman with the baby was looking at them too.&nbsp; Things were becoming very unusual.&nbsp; Running a finger around his ear through his well kept dark brown hair, he looked back at Sarah.
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				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>03-02-2011, 02:41:55</strong>
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				No, he didn't look crazy, but of course that didn't mean much. Of course, he could just have been as harried as she was by missing a train or arriving too early for one and that would account for the brisk manner in which he originally spoke to her. Besides a little harmless conversation couldn't hurt, her train wasn't due in now for another twenty minutes or so. <br><br>"No, actually I've just moved to the area so you wouldn't have seen me around. And, this is the first time I'm at this train station, or I'd have known they actually keep to a strict schedule and I wouldn't have missed my train"<br><br>Why was she rambling on about the train she wondered? Sarah wouldn't have said that he made her nervous right off the bat, but she was a little uneasy with him, which was odd considering she barely knew the man. Perhaps it was just her nerves about moving to a new city and everything else she was experiencing for the first time that had her on edge. <br><br>"You don't sound as if you're from this area either, the natives are easy to spot by sound"
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				Post by: <strong>Timeandspace</strong> on <strong>03-02-2011, 03:53:45</strong>
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				Glancing again at the two strangers on the platform, Alex drew a deep breath.<br><br>"You're right, I'm not a native Bostonian.&nbsp; I'm here often but..."&nbsp; The hairs on the back of his neck stood firm.&nbsp; The newspaper man and mother on the platform were staring straight at them now.&nbsp; Sarah didn't seem to notice.<br><br>"I was originally from the northwest United Kingdom.&nbsp; You would know it as Ireland."&nbsp; Alex shifted uncomfortably as the man against the pole and the woman with the child started moving, focused upon Alex and Sarah.<br><br>"I uh, one moment please Sarah."&nbsp; He wasn't sure what was going on.&nbsp; What he was sure of, however, is that something was threatening him... or... this woman.&nbsp; Alex turned away and took in a breath, holding it.&nbsp; As he stifled his breathing, time in his world became progressively, inexplicably faster, leaving time in actuality slowing to a crawl.&nbsp; He focused the expedience on a particlar activity.&nbsp; Namely, the priority the conductor of the train he was waiting on gave to his operation.&nbsp; In his mind, the sun progressed more quickly.&nbsp; The clouds parted.&nbsp; The wind blew faster, and the tide moved rapidly.&nbsp; He couldn't hold his breath longer than he physiologically was able, lest he die from lack of oxygen.&nbsp; In Sarah's world, a few seconds elapsed.&nbsp; A few seconds was all he needed.<br><br>The train arrived early.&nbsp; Alex turned to Sarah, "well, here's my train.&nbsp; You?"&nbsp; He stood up, offering her his hand.
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				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>03-02-2011, 17:42:57</strong>
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				He was truly the oddest man she'd ever met, she thought to herself. The way he kept glancing around as if he were expecting the other train passengers to interrupt the conversation. When he said his train had arrived, she knew she should have told him that this wasn't her train, hers wasn't due in for a little while yet, but as odd as the man was, he was also rather intriguing and what was the harm in a little adventure? She had all the time in the world for the next month before classes started. <br><br>Taking his hand, she got up and gathered up her bag and sweater from the bench and followed him on to the platform. She waited until the the doors opened and followed him on to the train. <br><br>"How long have you been in America then? and Boston more specifically?"<br><br>She wasn't sure why, but she found herself glancing at his hand and happily noticing there was no wedding band there nor the outline of where a ring had been. Sarah wasn't looking for anything, especially with someone as odd as this man was, but that didn't mean she couldn't have a little fun.
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				Post by: <strong>Timeandspace</strong> on <strong>04-02-2011, 00:51:11</strong>
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				"About two years, this time."<br><br>Alex hurried up the metal staircase into the passenger car with Sarah in tow.&nbsp; The red velvet walls were scratched and stained.&nbsp; The floor creaked as they stopped at the top of the stairs and turned left.&nbsp; He glanced behind them at the entrance to the train, but didn't see the peculiar pair of strangers who'd been looking at them on the terminal.<br><br>"We're ready, lets go" Alex barked at the attendant, handing him a boarding pass.&nbsp; Making his way down the walkway, he stopped at two empty seats.&nbsp; The decor in the train was particularly drab.&nbsp; The reds and golds lining the windows were faded and bleached, and the lighting was barely bright enough to read in.&nbsp; The entire car smelled of old shoes.<br><br>Alex sat, "I come in and out of Boston for business.&nbsp; It's a beautiful city, really.&nbsp; Full of history, at least, for the U.S. "&nbsp; He glanced down the walkway.&nbsp; The man who was reading the newspaper stepped inside and looked around.&nbsp; Alex quickly looked at Sarah just as he made eye contact with the man, who subsequently sat in a seat a few rows ahead of them.<br><br>Keeping hold of her hand, he inquired"What about you?&nbsp; Have you been here long?&nbsp; What's your story, Sarah?"&nbsp; Alex smiled, trying to hide his concern.&nbsp; He only just now took the time to notice how lovely Sarah's eyes were, glistening in the dim light.&nbsp; Recent events had been... alarming.
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				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>05-02-2011, 22:24:51</strong>
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				It was such a whirlwind of activity Sarah wasn't sure how she managed to keep pace with Alex and not trip over her own feet, something she had a slight penchant for doing. She took a minute to catch her breath when they sat down and she noticed he was still holding on to her hand, not an entirely unpleasant feeling. <br><br>"You certainly don't waste any time do you? Do you always try to get the life stories of women you happen to meet at the train stop?"<br><br>She said it with a laugh so he would know she wasn't being judgmental or that she was uninterested, but she did find him a bit on the peculiar side. He seemed so focused and serious and she was more of a free spirit. She supposed it couldn't hurt in the slightest to share a little of her life with him.<br><br>"There's not all that much to tell. I lived in the Midwest my entire life, moved out to Boston for a job that starts next month and I've not had the opportunity yet to leave the states, though I would love to travel. It must be wonderful, though I guess if you do it for business its not as much fun as if you were on vacation. And you Alex, what is your story?"
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				Post by: <strong>Timeandspace</strong> on <strong>06-02-2011, 16:15:15</strong>
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				The newspaper man took a phone out of his pocket, dialed a number and moved it to his ear.<br><br>"Always!" Alex replied with a smirk.&nbsp; "You absolutely never know what might pass you by if you don't grab onto it and... drag it into the nearest train.&nbsp; However," he flicked a flap of ripped cloth hanging from the back of a seat in front of them "next time I'll be a little more picky"<br><br>He realized their hands were still clasped.&nbsp; The contact and her warm skin helped to calm his nerves.&nbsp; Lost in a breath, he unintentionally squeezed her hand.&nbsp; Something was out of place.&nbsp; He tried to mitigate this irrational desire to protect Sarah that had overwhelmed him.&nbsp; For all he knew, Sarah had an explosive device on her somewhere, and was perfectly capable of protecting herself.<br><br>He listened as she spoke with such a calm voice, admiring how settled she seemed.&nbsp; The train's whistle blew, an attendent shouted "All aboard!"&nbsp; A few seconds later, the vehicle lurched as it started forward.<br><br>"Business is foremost on my mind, primarily because we have that account in Germany I spoke of that we're trying secure a shipment of lemurs for."&nbsp; Pausing and raising one eyebrow, he lifted his hand.&nbsp; His forefinger was extended as if to make a point "bot, that's boring, now in't it?"&nbsp; Alex playfully let his Irish accent resurface.<br><br>"I was born in Ireland and lived there for nearly 20 years.&nbsp; Then, about 8 years ago my father hired me as an acount rep for the family business.&nbsp; Since then, I've had the lovely opportunity to visit several countries."&nbsp; he paused nostalgically, his voice slowed, "You'd love Ireland.&nbsp; Comparing it to the states is like comparing a Sun Conure to a pigeon.&nbsp; One is beautiful, brazen and very loud and the other is just a pigeon.&nbsp; Which is which, I'll leave up to you some day."<br><br>Taking another breath, he settled into his seat, letting the tension release from his shoulders.&nbsp; "Sarah, you haven't been in Boston for long, have you met anyone else in the city?" Alex glanced over at newspaper man.&nbsp; He was still on the phone.
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				Title: <strong>Re: History and Legend (Timeandspace &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>07-02-2011, 00:05:58</strong>
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				She could have sat there and listened to him talk for hours. The Irish lilt in his voice was enchanting and she loved the way his eyes were so focused when he spoke. She couldn't help but wonder if he was this intense all the time or only when he was trying to pick up strange women. <br><br>It was working though, she was certainly intrigued and she hadn't been intrigued by a man in a very long time. Hell she hadn't been on a real date in it seemed like forever, she'd been far too focused on getting her degree and then building her reputation to get the job of her dreams she now had.<br><br>"Well, I don't know that you could call the lady in Human Resources or my landlord meeting people. I really haven't gotten around to finding out what the social scene was here. Today was the first day I was getting out to do a little shopping for work and some odds and ends for my apartment. But no, I guess you could say you are the first person I've met here"<br><br>After another minute or two, Sarah pulled her hand back from him as it was getting a little too familiar and they had just met. She glanced around the train and thought it was such an odd collection of people. Some professionals, some teenages, some people she'd just not even try to guess as to what they were, she could sit and people watch here for hours. <br><br>"You know, I didn't ask you where this train was heading to, it....well it wasn't the one I had planned on getting on"
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				Post by: <strong>Timeandspace</strong> on <strong>08-02-2011, 01:23:04</strong>
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				Alex glanced out the window as the track led them near a ledge overlooking a small lake, the midday sun's reflection glistening off its surface.&nbsp; The train sped through the city with ne'er a worry in the world.&nbsp; The station they'd left was fairly close to the edge of Boston, and it was a short jaunt to Cambridge, less than 10 minutes.&nbsp; However, running into Sarah and the curious nature of the situation in which he'd found himself prompted him to change his plans.<br><br>"Well, I was originally headed for Cambridge, but I know of a bistro just outside of town that makes a surprisingly authentic boxty.&nbsp; I have a bit of work to do, but being the first person you've met, I would be remiss if I didn't offer you a look into the things that make Boston tolerable"&nbsp; Alex grinned playfully.<br><br>He hoped Sarah would accept his invitation.&nbsp; Alex wanted to keep her in public for now, and the stop he was referring to was remote enough that he could also potentially confirm this nagging feeling in his gut that the newspaper man was a problem.&nbsp; Still though, he wasn't sure why he was even having these thoughts and sensations.&nbsp; This encounter had ground his whole world to a halt.&nbsp; He looked over at the newspaper man, then back at Sarah.&nbsp; She had a carefree attitude, a lovely portrait of a confident, driven woman.&nbsp; Alex envied that right now, thinking back to just this morning when he knew where he'd be right now.&nbsp; It certainly wasn't here.&nbsp; However, the company was turning out to make this situation quite pleasant.
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				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>09-02-2011, 18:29:34</strong>
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				"Well I suppose it would be equally rude of me to refuse as it would remiss of you not to offer. I'd love to join to you for a bite, thank you'<br><br>Her shopping could certainly wait until later in the afternoon or even for another day. She had several weeks before her job started and no real plans to speak of for the moment. She had come out this early so she could get settled in and learn her way around the city and this was certainly going to make it a little more enjoyable.<br><br>The company was certainly interesting enough and she had a feeling she'd yet to even scratch the surface of this man, though she looked forward to seeing what was there. The whole time she still couldn't help this sensation that she knew him, though by now she was certain that she'd never met him before, even in passing.<br><br>"This wont be keeping you from anything important will it? I certainly don't want to interrupt your entire day"
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				Post by: <strong>Timeandspace</strong> on <strong>10-02-2011, 02:36:27</strong>
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				Smiling warmly, he was distinctly happy that she'd accepted, from both a position of safety and personal interest.&nbsp; On top of the protective notions he'd been having, Alex recognized that she was genuinely a free spirit.&nbsp; He didn't have many people like this in his life.&nbsp; He shifted in his seat, moving himself a few inches closer to Sarah.<br><br>"I'm confident you'll enjoy it.&nbsp; There aren't many things better than good home cooking.&nbsp; And, no, my schedule is fairly empty" he reluctantly lied.&nbsp; Alex knew there was a board room full of people waiting for him to arrive and present an exit strategy regarding an investment his family had made.&nbsp; The importance of that meeting was inexplicably a small bug in the shadow of the current predicament.<br><br>The train chugged down the track, the horn occasionally sounding to alert a crossing of its impending presence.&nbsp; Looking down the aisle, Alex noted that the newspaper man had hung up his phone.&nbsp; Part of him started to calm regarding this shady figure until the man looked back at him, making eye contact.&nbsp; The newspaper man squinted his eyes at Alex, shaking his head.<br><br>The sign was obvious.&nbsp; He looked back over at Sarah, attempting to conceal his discomfort.&nbsp; "Sarah, I have to ask, have we met before?"&nbsp; She had an air of importance about her that he couldn't identify.
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				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>13-02-2011, 17:52:34</strong>
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				His schedule, she could tell, was far from completely empty. From his voice and demeanor she would have never guessed that he was being anything but honest, but there was a certain glint in his eyes that she could see he was hiding a rather full schedule. She was flattered by it really, that he'd want to spend more time with her rather than get back to the grind as it were. And, if Sarah were honest with herself, she was intrigued by this man and was looking forward to peeling back the layers a bit. <br><br>"You know, I've been asking myself that since I noticed you on the bench. There is something about you that is so familiar, but I'm certain we haven't met before. I'm very good with faces and names and I would have most definitely remembered yours"<br><br>Not once did she notice the man on the phone or Alex's preoccupation with him, she was too focused on the general picture of the people on the train, the sights going past them out of the window and the man sitting beside her. It was so nice out she was sorry they hadn't walked but realized that they had been on the train a while now and it would have been impossible.<br><br>"How long till our stop?"
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				Post by: <strong>Timeandspace</strong> on <strong>14-02-2011, 03:59:07</strong>
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				"Myself as well."&nbsp; He looked at her face, trying to pinpoint where he'd seen those lovely eyes before.&nbsp; The shudder of the train offered a glistening reflection from the dim cab lights.&nbsp; Alex paused...<br><br>"It should not be long at all, besides, Irish food even waits for the Scottish to get to it" Alex mused, grinning.&nbsp; He watched as she looked over at the newspaper man.&nbsp; He tried to divert her attention, "Sarah, have you been outside the city yet?&nbsp; There are so many lovely landmarks" he questioned, allowing his Irish accent to drown his words.<br><br>The train clammored across the linked iron tracks, struggling to keep a tight, solid grip.&nbsp; An attendant walked up the aisle, asking each passenger if they'd like a towel, or a drink.&nbsp; Stopping at the newspaper man, the attendant stared for a few moments at the newspaper man's eyes.&nbsp; His body shuddered.<br><br>The employee started toward Alex and Sarah, passing all othe passengers.&nbsp; He stopped above them, "towel, drink?"&nbsp; Alex looked into the attendant's eyes.&nbsp; He saw the seed, a slight glimmer of gold in the man's pupil.&nbsp; "Nothing, you can go now." Alex stated plainly.&nbsp; The attendant hesitated, eventually moving onward.<br><br>Their train started to slow.&nbsp; The brakes squealed, pained in the pressure, obviously needing attention.&nbsp; This made Alex more than happy to disembark.&nbsp; He held a hand out for Sarah, keeping a more subtle eye on the newspaper man as he gathered his things and started walking.
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				Title: <strong>Re: History and Legend (Timeandspace &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>16-02-2011, 01:38:00</strong>
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				"Good, I'm not used to taking trains everywhere but its almost impossible to keep a car in the city. And no, I haven't really done any sight seeing outside the city yet. Perhaps you could recommend a good tour guide?"<br><br>It was a little leading and Sarah wasn't certain where she'd gotten the nerve to be so forward with a man, it was completely unlike her and she couldn't help but blush a bit as she realized what she'd said. After a little more casual bits of conversation, she noticed that his eyes kept wandering over to a man sitting on the other side of the train and she wondered if it was a friend or business associate of his or if there was something about him that was catching his eye.<br><br>She didn't pay much attention to it though and gladly took his hand when he held it out for her as they exited the train. The station that they got off at was much more modern than the one they had boarded on. There were neon signs everywhere, more litter on the grounds, all in all she found the other one much more appealing with its old fashioned look and charm.
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				Title: <strong>Re: History and Legend (Timeandspace &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timeandspace</strong> on <strong>19-02-2011, 22:03:40</strong>
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				Raising an eyebrow, Alex replied "If you're asking me, I humbly offer my tourguide proficiency."&nbsp; He gestured toward his suit in jest, eyebrows raised and eyes widening assuredly.&nbsp; "We shall see all of the wonderful things that the vast state of Massachusetts offers." he suggested with a warm playful smile<br><br>They disembarked onto a platform wrought of rusty metal and fractured wooden beams.&nbsp; Ripped posters for old movies hung on tattered billboards.&nbsp; The sign for the train schedule had a paper that stated "out of order" slapped on it, with a hand written schedule taped just below that.&nbsp; "Humn.&nbsp; It's been a while since I visited this restaurant, Sarah.&nbsp; Though it was a bit dodgy, just never remembered it being this disheveled."<br><br>The door leading out of the station was lined by a tall crosshatched metal archway.&nbsp; As they walked, Alex kicked more than one ball of paper and tin can out of their way.<br><br>The train station backed up to a row of very European looking houses, two story buildings joined from side to side.&nbsp; The structures obscured the sun, casting solid, unbreaking shadows along the road before them.&nbsp; There were a few people on the street.&nbsp; Some were conversing, some just walking.&nbsp; There was one woman with a baby stroller that watched Alex and Sarah as she passed, smiling at them.&nbsp; That was when Alex realized he still had Sarah's hand, again.&nbsp; He gently released it.<br><br>The rest of the people who disembarked the train split up in the city, heading their respective directions.&nbsp; Alex slowed to Sarah's side, realizing that she might be a bit uncomfortable amongst strangers in a strange place.&nbsp; He gently placed a hand on the middle of her back, "It's just down the street and around the corner.&nbsp; Sarah, thank you for accompanying me.&nbsp; This is about as close to Europe you can get." he gestured to a woman dumping a pot of water out a window.&nbsp; Alex dropped his arm.&nbsp; "Well then." he offered, laughing to himself, " I've talked about myself quite a bit." expressing with his lovely Irish accent, "tell me about you and your family?"<br><br>Alex hoped that something she'd tell him would give him insight into what exactly was happening.&nbsp; His cell phone rang.&nbsp; He took it out, 'Father - Urgent'.&nbsp; Alex started to open it, but paused for a moment.&nbsp; Looking up at Sarah and smiling, he replaced the device into his pocket.&nbsp; "He can wait, now, lets go eat and hear about your family's amazing escapades."&nbsp; He gave her a warm smile, relaxing his body.&nbsp; This place was safe, familiar to him.&nbsp; The rustle and bustle of his daily business faded.&nbsp; His hand fell from her back, brushing her lower back, and hip, as it fell to his side.
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				Title: <strong>Re: History and Legend (Timeandspace &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>22-02-2011, 20:54:49</strong>
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				The restaurant was charming and the more time she spent with this man, the more she realized she wanted to spend even more time with him. He was attentive, interesting and very easy to look at. It would be hard to keep a rational head when it came to him, especially as she realized it had been such a long time since she'd enjoyed the company of a man. <br><br>" There really isn't much to tell, its always been just me and my parents, they still live back in the midwest. I think they are going to stay on that farm for the rest of their lives. I loved it but I got out of there as soon as I was old enough and never looked back. <br><br>I still go back and visit once or twice a year but its hard. I never felt really at ease there, even growing up, I knew there was something more out there, just could never put my finger on it"<br><br>Sarah hardly ever talked about herself this much, she was generally a very private person and liked to keep her personal like just that, personal. Though she loved her parents, she knew they were very much of the school that you keep your private life private and never speak about unpleasant things. Hell they had never actually told her that she had been adopted, it was one of the things she found out by chance going through a box in the attic when she had been packing for college. <br><br>When his phone went off again she stopped talking and looked up at him.<br><br>"Are you sure you don't need to take that? Its okay if you need you"
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