the tamed inferno

I don't blame you for being you, But you can't blame me for hating it

[cattermoleboy]

"I saw a kitten in the gutter today and now I have a kitten….do you know where a pet registry is?"

[fixitmarcel]

"I think there's one a few blocks away. You better hurry though, I think they might be closing for the day soon."

[taissa-fraser]

"Is the city’s transit always such shit?"

[fixitmarcel]

"Not always, most of the times it is though. It's exactly why I rather travel with my bike than subway."

[ffslahey-deactivated20150429]

Wait.. were you talking to me? I’m sorry, I heard nothing of what you just said. Mind repeating yourself? 

[ffslahey-deactivated20150429]

[fixitmarcel]

"Your wallet," Marcel repeated, showing her the said object in his hand. "You left your wallet back at the restaurant."

[sophia-hyun-blog]

"I wonder where this tunnel goes."

[fixitmarcel]

"Erm, I'm not sure. But, I'm not that interested in finding out either, so..."

[alittlelostsnowflake-deactivate]

"Hmm. I’m afraid I’ll have to disagree. I’m not a fan of the summer."

She accepted the paper with a grin. “I’m Kira, by the way.” 

[fixitmarcel]

"Really? Why's that?"

He flashed her a friendly smile and nodded. "I'm Marcel," he introduced himself, not adding any further information or questions.

[itsqueenaphrodite]

"So spending the day together isn’t interesting to you? Dammit, Hephaestus."

[fixitmarcel]

"No, not really. You have problem with that?"

[actualllyaaron-blog]

"Well then, we are on the same page. Don’t you worry about that." Helena commented, wincing at how loud the other spoke. "Oh it’s fine. I’m Helena."

[fixitmarcel]

Marcel flashed her a sheepish smile. "Nice meeting you," he said with a nod. "So erm, I'm just gonna grab the bike and the helmets real quick. Be right back." And that was the last thing he said before he dashed away.

[raetalon]

"Um sure. Black please," though some might find it odd, she really didn't mind the bitter of coffee. a weird quirk in her otherwise sweet tooth appetite if you will. The caramel skin woman found  an uncluttered corner of what she assumed to be his dinning room table but was a sure he hadn't done much eating on it due to all the nut and bolts and man-made contraptions he had strewn about. He had a manky space with an air of disarray about it but seemed to have some small order to this chaos of a room. Ever the curious, she dared to poke at some motherboard computer looking thing and giggled at a small shock that engulfed her finger. Phew like that could hurt me. "So I'm guessing you're some kind of inventor? Cuz I can't even wager an idea of what this is. Is it a computer?" Rae could admit she was a complete bullocks when it came to technology, she hadn't the patience of mind for the darn things, always whizzing and beeping/ It just wasn't natural. 

[fixitmarcel]

Marcel nodded and poured the coffee into the two mugs. After adding a good amount of creamer to his, he walked back towards the woman. She seemed to be interested in the mess that on what supposed to be his dining table. He bit his lip when she started poking around, uneasiness starting to settle in as he watch. He didn't want to be rude and tell her to back away. But really, Marcel had always felt a bit... iffy when people start to get a bit too curious with what he was doing. He smiled at the question. "Not necessarily," he said with a shrug, "I mean, I own an auto shop. But tinkering and inventing little things have been kind of a hobby. So," he trailed off before handing the other woman her coffee. "It is," he said with a nod, "And in this case, it's actually my friend's. I'm just helping him fixing it up," he said before sipping his cup of coffee. 

[raetalon]

Shuffling the scalding plate of pancakes and her two condiments of choice around she mentally ticked off the room numbers till she arrived at the one that looked about above hers. Her hand reached out to knock but was interrupted by her loose grip on the bottles of syrup and chocolate sauce. Quietly cursing, she grumbled some choice words as she bent to retrieve them. The sound of a lock clicking and the rush of air revealed her in her clumsiness as she grinned sheepishly up at her neighbor and held up the foods as an offering. "I wasn't sure how you took them so I just kinda brought what was lying around. You might have to forgive my cooking though. I haven't had much practice pancakes," she warned in advance. Rae was sure she had done them perfectly but it wasn't like she was the God of food or the hearth so who knows. The longer she remained human, the less perfect she began to see herself. He didn't seem all that excited to say the least but his mannerisms were polite, probably never even met his neighbors before. Americans were such strange people- they could go about their day and pass thousands of people and never speak to one of them. Were they always so lonely? A whiff of that damned tea caused her to catch her breath as it disappeared immediately. How odd. Oh crap he said something, look alive Rae. 

[fixitmarcel]

Marcel walked to the door and opened it, to find the girl seemingly having trouble with her stuff. "Here, let me help you," he said, helping her out with the bottles of syrup and chocolate sauce. He smiled at her, noticing that she looked less messier than she did earlier. Which was good because she actually looked pretty nice. Not that she wasn't earlier of course. "Well, I'm sure it'd be good, because they smell amazing," he reassured her. He then stepped aside, "Please do come in," he said. He closed the door with the back of his foot when the girl had walked in. "Sorry it's a bit of a mess," he apologized as he placed the bottles on the kitchen's counter. "Do you want your coffee now?" he continued asking, grabbing a new, clean mug and his previous one as he walked to the coffee machine.

[alittlelostsnowflake-deactivate]

"Thanks. You don’t like the winter? And why not?"

"If you say so. It’s definitely very helpful. Thanks a lot, really."

[fixitmarcel]

"Well, it's just a bit too cold for my liking. So I prefer summer better."

"Don't mention it," he said, flashing her a smile as he handed her the piece of paper. An address written on it.

[raetalon]

Damn that was cute. Stupid human with his stupidly perfect smile and perfect hair. Frick now she’s committed. “Sure,” she replied enthusiastically as she bit her inner cheek and tried to ignore the heat in her cheeks as she stumbled back into her window’s eve.”15. I’ll be there.” Had she been paying more attention to her surroundings then to battered ego she might have noticed the flames that had flickered to life in retaliation to her emotions and now engulfed her prized vanilla orchid. With an almost inhuman speed she turned and realized her mistake as she bolted inside not even bothering to slam the window shut as she prevented the smoke from reaching a visible amount and extinguished them with a flick of her hand and with a swirl of her finger she restored the plant’s damaged greenery and sighed in relief. Bullet dodged. Yet why did she still feel the need to chug down a crapper (half glass of whiskey) at 7am? Oh bollocks she was supposed to be doing something. Cakes! That’s right! A flurry of motion resulted in the fastest batter in the history of “American pancakes.” So strange they didn’t use potatoes in them but she couldn’t rightly serve him Irish cakes and have him hate ‘em it would be blasphemy. As they cooked she swept her hair up into a ponytail after a quick run through  and powdered her face. When he was satisfied she threw on her nearest peasant skirt and off the shoulder top for the morning’s chill and went to attend the cakes. Perhaps this would be a good morning after all and I simply must find out where that ambrosia smell came from as it nagged the ends of her mind

[fixitmarcel]

Marcel smiled and nodded. "Alright," he said before the he himself climbed into the window. He shut it down, and locked it. Great job Heph, he thought to himself, Now you're stuck being unproductive for the morning. He sighed and shook his head. No that was rude, even for him. He was sure she's a nice lady. Though really, something felt off. He couldn't really pinpoint what was so off though. Maybe it was just her personality that seemed amusingly unusual? No, it felt a little bit more than that. Well, he'd try to figure that out once she's here. But for now.. Marcel turned around and rushed to the mug on his kitchen island, chugging the rest of the coffee, as it had a dash of ambrosia in it, and placed the mug into his dishwasher machine. Then, he poured the rest of the coffee in the coffee jar to a huge bottle and placed it away into the back of his fridge before washing it and making a new one. By the time the door was knocked, he had managed to make new cup of coffee.

[actualllyaaron-blog]

"Now you look a little bit lost, my nameless companion…"

[fixitmarcel]

"Well, not lost. Just... Making sure we're on the same page, I guess." He stopped himself when he realized the crucial thing he forgot to mention. "I forgot to introduce myself," he said, a little too loudly than he had intended. "I'm Marcel."

[alittlelostsnowflake-deactivate]

“Professionally. I’ve done it for years and I enjoy it quite a bit. What about you?

And thanks, that’s really nice of you.

[fixitmarcel]

"Sounds cool, that you're doing something you love I mean. Though frankly I've never been much fans of skatings. Or the winter, for that matter."

"It's not much of a problem. Just trying to be helpful is all. Hold on, let me write the address first, just so you could find it a lot more easier."

"It's not a problem, just trying to help the best I can. Here

[delilahburns-blog]

A tiny flush appeared in Delilah’s cheeks, one that she didn’t really know what to do about. She knew nothing about the man in front of him, really just his name, yet here he was acting like such a gentlemen. “Thank you,” she said softly, tilting her head to one side and nibbling her lip. “There is a very good chance I’ll take you up on that.” 

[fixitmarcel]

Marcel chuckled, "Good to know that. Maybe we should exchange numbers to make it easier?" he suggested, fishing out his phone from his pocket and gave it to the girl. "Now, what do you say we try and have a little bit more fun to keep the sadness away for a while, yeah?"

[messagesfrommarcello-blog]

"You’re right," Marcello chuckled, shrugging his shoulders. "There’s just a chance I could be late -" He thought for a moment. Iris, the goddess messenger of the gods and he was worried about being late? "On second thought no I won’t." Marcello was never late. It was just a fact of who he was. "What time do you finish up here?" 

[fixitmarcel]

Marcel raised his eyebrow, finding it amusing that the boy could taken back the thing he said so quickly after he said it. Not that he mind much, of course. In fact, he was glad that Marcello could really make it. "Well, I usually close up around six. With locking things up and a bit of cleaning, I'll say we'll meet at 7?"

[chastitybennett]

I must admit I am a little nervous making my introduction, but hello all, I am Chastity.  I can’t wait to make, or re-make your acquaintance.

[fixitmarcel]

Chasity, dear, I'm pretty sure everyone had said it before we got here. So I'm going to say it again: For the sake of all of us, please don't say things like that. If anyone else who aren't Greek nor mortal hear it, we're all just as good as dead. Okay sis?

[raetalon]

The morning's circumstance seemed to be getting even worse. Now she had a guilty conscious and a frustratingly charming normie beholding her in all her lame glory. Brilliant. Oh crap he said something didn't he? Get it together Rae. Where's all the Goddess enchantment and grace when you need it? "Drat. I mean uh-" Her breath caught in her throat as an alluring scent wafted down to great her. Smells almost like ambrosia and rashers(irish way of saying bacon). No couldn't be. The Gods would never be so careless to make a batch in the city. "That wouldn't happen to be coffee and rash would it? I would kill for some of that right about now. That is if you want. I uh could bring up some cakes (pancakes) myself in return." Offerings of food is appropriate right? That's what friendly humans do to apologize I think, or atleast that's what they used to do for me. Self consciously she grabbed the bars in at attempt to steady her confidence as she gave it a practiced smile. At this rate I'll make friends in no time, she just had to first salvage her ego from this little mistake. But Gods be good that man was definitely a true work of art. Note to self find Eiocha and thank her for her handiwork.

[fixitmarcel]

Now, normally it would be too early for Marcel to accept guests. He preferred solitude in the morning. The city wasn't feeling as busy as it usually was. He wasn't too busy with his things. It gave him some time and think and reflect and analyze things. But then again, it was his fault that he woke the girl up. And really, he felt bad for it. Beside she didn't look too bad, not even with that messy hair of hers. "Sounds good to me," he replied at her offer, flashing her a small, friendly smile. "So, meet you here in fifteen?"