We Shall Listen

Rita / 30 / Astral Projection

[astralcelestial]

henleyhowell:

“Oh, I’m sure there are.” Henley nodded back, not really caring about the topic conversation, but trying to sound interested for the sake of keeping movement between them. “No, it’s not a civics lesson, but it still affects all of us. There’s a class divide between people, and sometimes it’s more apparent than other times.” He offered. “There are, yeah. But…something about Rosendale pulled me here, you know?” He started, as if he were trying to get at something more. “I’ve heard a lot of things about this place.”

Feeling his disinterest in the topic, Rita decided it best to move on. Upon hearing him mention something about Rosendale pulling him there she paused. She knew exactly that feeling, almost literally. After she had left England and was traveling, looking around for a new place to settle, for a while when she projected she saw here. Rosendale. She just.. Ended up here, at first it wasn’t on purpose but the more it happened the more a morbid curiosity took over “I know exactly what you mean. Something about it seems... Off.” Rita looked down, shaking her head, knowing it was nonsense. It was just a town. “It seems that’s how most people have ended up here though.”

[astralcelestial]

damxnturner:

Damon chuckled, he always felt there was no in between when it came to motorcycles. They either loved them or they wouldn’t get anywhere near them. “It’s a pleasure to meet you too, Rita.” He paused for a moment, “Do you mind showing me where the thrift store is? I’m afraid I might get lost.”

Rita nodded in response, smiling a charming smile at him. “Of course I’ll show you. As long as we don’t ride your motorcycle there.” She laughed a but, joking, knowing that wouldn’t happen. “It’s this way,” She looked down the street “If you’d like to go now.”

[astralcelestial]

henleyhowell:

“Well, there are parts that are glamorous, I suppose. But there are also the very poor parts of the state too, especially in the bigger cities like L.A. and San Diego.” Henley stated as he folded his arms across the table. “It is fun to dream about though. So, I wouldn’t let that discourage you from visiting if you ever get the chance.” Henley replied with a short grin. “Quiet is a completely different ball game. I, personally, enjoy the quiet small town life so far. It’s all just so relaxing. No major deadlines, no rushing around to get places. It’s all just…here.”

“There are those parts wherever you go.” Rita countered, knowing how life could be so unfair to some people “Especially as the class system in the United States is unfair to the lower class at the best of times. But this isn’t a civics lesson.” She caught herself before starting to ramble about something he probably didn’t care about. “What about you. Are there any places you’ve always wanted to go? There are plenty of quiet places to travel to in the world.”

[astralcelestial]

henleyhowell:

Henley took a seat at the table across from the woman, before folding his arms over the tabletop. Glancing around, he nodded at the environment that seemed to surround them, the hustle and bustle of the interior, a short small reminiscent pluck of a smile pulling at his lips. “You’re hoping to go to California? What for?” Henley questioned. “It can get much busier than you’d probably think. I thought it was time to slow down my own life.”

Rita gently put her hands on the table, looking at Henley as he sat down across from her, not paying any heed to the rest of the restaurant “It’s probably just hollywood magic but it always looks so glamorous. I’m sure it’s nothing like that in real life but it’s fun to dream.” It was funny, with her ability she could essentially see anywhere in the world from the comfort of her home, but it was different  in person. “I suppose I’ll stick with the quiet life, though. At least for now.”

[astralcelestial]

henleyhowell:

“Well, they typically are, at least to my knowledge. They’re just quaint enough, but familiar enough.” He shrugged away, seeing the simplicity in the conversation. “Just ended up here, huh?” That seemed to be a recurring theme for a lot of people, and he could only imagine why as he had his suspicions. “I wanted to get out of California, but I didn’t want to give up the west coast. So, here I am. Plus, it’s so much more quiet and peaceful here. I love the natural vibe.”

Spotting an empty and relatively clean table, Rita moved forward, wiping away some crumbs before sitting down, as elegantly as you’d expect someone like her to, gentle lifting of the skirt, sliding in, like she was from some movie or something. “I’ve never really heard of someone getting tired of California, only hearing of people moving there. I hope to go one day. I suppose it is quite nice and quiet here. A lot less people for sure.”

[astralcelestial]

damxnturner:

“There’s a few similarities, but not many. It’s at least a start.” Damon chuckled, holding out his hand. “Name’s Damon.”

“I’m afraid it’s as close as I’m willing to go on that front. I’m afraid I’m not much of a daredevil on that front.” Seeing Damon’s outstretched hand Rita shook it. She didn’t have the heartiest of handshakes but it was sincere “Rita. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Damon.”

[astralcelestial]

damxnturner:

Damon smiled, thankful for the help. He would have been lost all day just trying to find a store instead of actually buying something. “I don’t ride mine in town either. There’s too much open road around town to be stuck in a smaller space.”

“I suppose that makes sense. Like I said, I don’t know all too much about motorcycles. I had a moped when I was younger but I suspect they are very different vehicles.” She let out a charming little laugh

[astralcelestial]

henleyhowell:

“Well, I can’t say I haven’t craved it. Diners are a staple of any small town, USA.” Henley retorted before heading inside the place, falling into a more carefree attitude than ever before. “Moving’s a bitch. I understand. Why Rosendale though? If you had no other places to go, what got you here?”

“I suppose they might be. I’m not really the one to be the judge of that, I’ve only spent a small portion of my life in the states.” Rita followed him in, looking around for a free table. “You know, I’ve never really thought about why here. I just sort of... Ended up here. What about you though?”

[astralcelestial]

damxnturner:

Damon chuckled, it was a rather odd request he knew, but it felt important somehow. “No, no. It doesn’t need to be an official store like that. A thrift store should work just fine. I’m looking for a leather jacket.”

“Oh, yes! A leather jacket would be much easier to get, I’m sure one of them has to have some.” Rita’s response was a bit more enthusiastic now that she knew he wasn’t looking for anything too fancy “You know, I haven’t seen many people in town ride motorcycles.”

[astralcelestial]

henleyhowell:

“Guess I haven’t been in the mood for a good greasy diner since I got here.” Henley offered with another shrug as he looked at her while walking forward. He had been preoccupied with a lot of other things, but he could never resist a blue plate special. “How nice.” He added. “So, it seems like you’ve taken to the town quite a bit if you’ve decided to stay for a year.”

“I would suppose most people don’t crave it off the bat. I’ve only eaten at the diners here a few times since I’ve arrived.” She responded, looking up at the bright awning as they approached the diner. “Well, I suppose on one hand I have taken to the town, on the other hand I don’t have many other places to go and I’d rather not move again.”

[astralcelestial]

henleyhowell:

“Well, the pleasure’s all mine.” Henley murmured still, offering a spare shrug before turning in the way that she had initially pointed out the diner to be. “Just a couple of weeks now.” He replied back after a moment, looking in her direction. “How long have you been around here? I’ve heard a lot of people have just been recently moving here because of the atmosphere and all that.”

“I’d have to say it would be a shorter amount of time if you haven’t spotted some diners yet.” Rita laughed a bit, still conservative but a laugh nonetheless. Walking about with him she folded her arms around her back, looking in his direction “I moved here over a year ago now, it’s been quite lovely. The pacific northwest is quite different from what I grew up with.”

[astralcelestial]

damxnturner:

Damon looked over at the woman, the accent throwing him for a loop. He thought he’d been here long enough to run into almost everyone, but clearly he had it wrong. “I didn’t realize it was that obvious.” He chuckled, “I’d appreciate the help, yes. I’m looking for…well I’m not really sure. I just want a place that sells motorcycle clothing.”

“Motorcycle clothing?” That threw Rita off. That whole lifestyle wasn’t exactly her cup of tea, but she had offered to help so help she would. “Well I’m afraid there’s no harley davidson around here, but it might be possible a thrift store might have something. I’m afraid I’m not one for buying that type of clothing.”

[astralcelestial]

henleyhowell:

“Yeah, sure.” Henley was in the process of observing and gathering information, and the more direct interviews he could do, the better. This was just another chance at that. “Well, I’m honored.” He gave her a small smirk. “I’m Henley by the way.” He introduced himself. “And, it’s nothing really. You’re a lovely lady who looked like she needed some lunch is all. And you were kind enough to give me directions.”

“Rita. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Her smile seemed more genuine at his introduction, and of course at his calling her a lovely lady. She may have been more cut off from people but flattery did have its charm on her. Despite how many had been reacting to Henley’s charm in town Rita kept cool and collected, she mostly always was. Turning, she started walking towards the diner “So how long have you been in town, Henley?”

[astralcelestial]

henleyhowell:

“Oh.” Henley replied slowly. “Well, I’m not much for observing my surroundings I guess. It’s probably how I ended up here in the first place.” He joked back, seeing that she seemed to be quietly laughing herself. Henley chuckled softly with a glance in the direction of the diner before gesturing towards it. “Care to accompany me? Lunch on me. I could use a buddy so I don’t look entirely alone.”

“You’d really want me to accompany you to a diner?” Rita asked, a bit taken aback by his question, it wasn’t something she had expected at all “Yes, I’d love to.” He smile grew a bit wider, pleased as could be that he asked that “Thank you for asking, it’s very kind of you.”

[astralcelestial]

henleyhowell:

“Guess I should find a good spot to eat at some point. You know…like a regular diner where I can get comfortable. Are there any places like that around here?” Henley asked, knowing that the faster he could befriend the woman, the quicker his job would be. He needed some subjects sooner or later, and with so many people so eager to fall to his charms, it seemed like they were the perfect prey.

Rita looked at him, a bit surprised that he was looking for something of that nature, he didn’t exactly look like the type of guy that frequented mom and pop shops. “There’s one just down the street.” She pointed towards one with a red and white awning “I’m surprised you missed it, it stands out like a sore thumb.”  With her little metaphor she gave a quiet laugh, as if she was trying to keep him from noticing it. Something about her, she always tended not to show much publicly beyond a smile or a frown, it was just how she was raised.

[astralcelestial]

henleyhowell:

“Uh…” Henley looked over the woman, a brow lifting as a decently surprised expression pulled over his face. “I…yeah. Sure.” He wasn’t really lost, but playing dumb always had the best interest in his eyes. “I’m kind of new to this place. Got any tips?”

“Well are you looking for anything in particular?” Rita asked softly, afraid she had caught him off guard, it appeared she had judging by the expression on his face. She was just trying to do something nice and look where that left her.

[astralcelestial]

judeofthesea:

“Not lost,” he began, his attention fixated on the device in is hand.He hadn’t noticed the person approaching him, but on his jogs he never noticed anyone. He wasn’t doing it to be social, he was going it to well, jog. “Can’t seem to get it to work. I thought I fixed it right–” he was not a teach wizard, but then again he might not have gotten all the water out. “Hold this for me,” He hands his phone out to her, “I need to try something.” 

Not lost, she had heard those words before, so much for her trying to be courteous. “Um, alright.” When he handed the phone to her she took it, a little taken aback, not quite sure what was happening, but she went along with it. Helping people was always good, right? Despite her morbid curiosity for whatever he had that wasn’t working, she kept silent, watching him, not asking questions, he would probably lose his concentration and she knew how angry people were when that happened.