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Elizabeth shook her head slightly, her eyes shining with amusement.“I’m sure you’ll get lucky some day.” She smirked softly, linking her arm with his.” Well I guess I’ll just have to trust your judgement on that, won’t I?”
He nodded and lead the woman to the coffee shop he mentioned, “I think you’ll find my tastes suitable miss.” He didn’t feel the need to tell her that he came to this coffee shop every day because it was one of the few vintage Italian bistros in town.
A Lost Cowboy. Roman and Cedric
Whether or not the man was just as flustered as he was didn’t matter. Or well, it didn’t reach him since he still had a very hard time tearing his eyes away from the rather gorgeous man. But it would be rude to not look at a person when talking, wouldn’t it? He didn’t want to be rude so he kept staring but he put more effort into talking instead of drooling. At least that’s what he told himself. “Sure, that- that, ah, sounds great,” he stammered quickly. The embarrassing rise of heat came to his cheeks slowly but he tried not to think about it too hard. “I- uh, Ced. I mean, Cedric. My name’s Cedric, and you’re a the pleasure- I mean. Fuck..” Could this get any worse? His eyes could have crossed with how bad he was doing right now but he stuck his hand out and shook Roman’s hand firmly for a quick second before the man could feel how clammy his hand was getting.
Roman nodded, he couldnt help but think this young man was a bit of a nervous fella. “So let’s see if we cant find something interesting along the street sides. I saw some street performers a ways back, them folks were doin’ some neat things.” He proceeded to walk back in the direction of the street performers he mentioned, as he approached he could see the numerous people performing their craft. He seemed enthralled with all of the artists and performers halfway through his enchanted looks of amusement he asked “It’s lovely isn’t it? Seeing all of these people... Their individuality, expressing what it is that makes them who they is.”
A Lost Cowboy. Roman and Eva
“Cards? You gamble too? That sounds more like it. What do you play? Texas Hold ‘Em?” she smirked, holding back a laugh. “Okay, I’m done teasing, I promise. Maybe. Welcome to town though. I’m Eva.”
Roman let out a light laugh “Now that there was a good one. Oddly enough Hold ‘em is one of my favorites. Im a bit more of a Blackjack kind of man myself tho. It’s all about the luck o’ the draw, and that is invigorating ‘fer me.”
A Lost Cowboy. Roman and Nathaniel.
Nathaniel stood on the darkened side of the street, watching the sunset in the distance. The light from the sun still hit the other side so he was careful to stay where he was until darkness had completely fallen and the sun was no longer in view. He knew the light would soon fall behind the buildings so he only had a few more minutes to wait. As he stood, someone nudged him with his elbow. He turned curiously to the stranger, noting his accent. He smiled, his English accent betraying his roots. “Well, there’s quite a good pub not far from here. There’s also a few theatres if you’re into that sort of thing.”
Roman gave the other man a curious look. the man’s accent being the first thing Roman noticed. It was clearly and very distinctly English. “Im not much of a drinker nowadays but i’m partial to the big screens ‘erry now and then. Any idea on what’s playing?” Roman was purposefully trying to get the man to speak more, he had a weird obsession for trying to analyze and thumb down a person’s background through how they spoke. He like to consider himself fairly proficient at it.
A Lost Cowboy. Roman and Cedric
Break time from work which meant he had tidied things up so he could be gone for an hour or so. A copy of himself was left at the store as he took his time in walking the streets to get some fresh air. Should he get a drink? Or did he want food? Hell, he couldn’t tell. Eventually he just settled for another coffee and a doughnut from across the street. He munched on the sweet as he sipped at the sugary coffee. His head were in the clouds with a few things but he was interrupted when he felt someone bump his arm. Cedric looked over at the man- wow- and just blinked. His mouth went a bit dry because look at this man. After a few seconds of almost gaping he cleared his throat and gave a shrug. “Hell if I know. I just moved here a week ago, and I mean, I’m from Florida so there aren’t a lot of things I can do here that I did there.”
Roman couldn't help but notice the young man’s prolonged stare, he shied away slightly. He had intentionally deployed his charms but didn't expect them to work at all. He straightened up and offered his warm smile to the man “Well seein’ as we’re both the new boys in town hows’ya say we find something interestin’ in this ‘ere town to do?” He tipped his hat to the boy “ ‘eryone seems to take to callin’ me Remy round ‘ere. The full is Roman, Roman LeBeau.” He stood and offered the other man his hand to shake “It’s a pleasure to meet’cha.”
A Lost Cowboy. Roman and Open.
“It’s a pretty distinct accent isn’t it? You sound like all the stereotypical Texan characters on TV,” she shrugged. “I guess I deserved that for the stereotypes comment,” she observed. “You can still catch football here if you want, but it’s really the wrong time of year for that.” She rose a brow in surprise, “Swords? I would have guessed guns. You know, showdown at high noon type stuff.”
He nodded “Yes ma’am swords, Som’in about ‘em just makes ‘em feel more professional. Don’t get me wrong, all country boys ‘aughta know their way around a six shooter, but nothin’ compares to the hilt of a sword ‘fer me. ‘Sept maybe a good deck of cards.” He didn’t mind at all that she was having fun with his accent, in fact it was slightly flattering.
The Foreigners. Roman and Annistyn.
The nudge in her side took the Cajun witch by surprise and she moved away from him almost instantly, “Sorry..” she assumed she was in his way, since the people in this city only seemed to force others out of their way. She had no idea the man had the intent of getting her attention until she looked away while he suddenly asked her a question, it drew her head to turn back to him, flipping her thick loose curls about her shoulders as she did so. “Pardon me?” she asked him when he asked her what she did for kicks around here, “I ain’t got the slightest idea what folks out ‘ere do, cher.” Her Cajun dialect was strong, clearly she wasn’t from this place, her words were almost hard to decipher as she spoke them so fluidly. “I only jus’ got int’e town a few days ago m’self”
Roman appreciated the woman’s cordial manners but got caught on a few of her words, not so much because he couldn't understand them but because the way she spoke with such a thick Cajun dialect rhythmically. Which struck the man who frequented Louisiana parts himself as strange, even folks from the murk around there had a very bedraggled way of speaking that seemed to add emphasis on the foreign and estranged nature, but this woman spoke with grace; leading Roman to believe she was more appreciative of word... possibly lyrics than most Cajuns. He stopped for moment before speaking “So yer new round her too huh? In that case...” he tipped his hat to her “The name is Roman, ma’am it’s a pleasure to meet’cha.”
The woman’s draping shawl caught Romans eye and he stood straight again, the man’s height towered over the woman as he examined her. “So whats yer favorite song by miss Nicks then?” He motioned to her shawl and similar decor to that of the popular singer/songwriter Stevie Nicks.
A Lost Cowboy. Roman and Joel
Joel was standing in the local park, do nothing in particular but taking in his surroundings. It was always nice to go out and just not have a worry in the world for a few moments. He felt someone nudge his arm and was quick to look over at the man, his accent making it clear that he wasn’t from Chicago. “Uh..hey,” he said awkwardly to the man. “Everyone has their different interests..it really depends on what you like to do. I used to like to drink and go to clubs…what do you like doing? Maybe I can suggest something.”
Remy flicked his hat onto his head “Oh me? Well i guess you could say im partial to a good game of cards or chess, either of the two will work for my liking.” He jutted his hand out to the man “The name’s Roman, tho folks get to callin’ me Remy back home. It’s a pleasure to meet ya.” His Texan accent rang hard through but his words still managed to roll smoothly off his tongue and seemed to tease the air with suave.
A Lost Cowboy. Roman and Open.
“Well someone’s a long way from home,” Eva rose a brow when some random guy nudged her. She really hoped this wasn’t some kind of come on. She’d had enough of those since the youth spell fiasco. “Here’s a better question, what do you do for fun way down there in Texas?” she indulged him. Her type of fun wasn’t really something she could go around telling most people since most of it had to do with being a wolf or the MC. Which really she could tell people if she wanted to scare them away if worst came to worst.
“What do we do down in Texas? The accent give me away that much ma’am?” He asked with a surprised face. He shrugged “I mean, you haven’t ‘eard? It’s all cowboys ‘n aliens right now. Pew Bang and what not.” He chuckled slightly “Football is pretty big where im from. Though unlike most of the boys back home i picked up fencing. Uh swords, not like... making fences to keep out dogs ‘n stuff.”
A Lost Cowboy. Roman and Open.
Ryan took out a cigarette and lit it “Well that’s what I do” he said with a shrug before blowing out smoke “I mean yeah there are some of those around here” He held out his hand “I’m Ryan”
Roman nodded and took the boys hand in his firm grip and shook it once before releasing it. “I’m Roman, Tho ‘eryone seems to call me Remy nowadays.” He scanned the boy and nodded, he now knew that Ryan was a witch and decided not to bring it up.
Elizabeth rolled her eyes slightly, her smile breaking into a grin.” Not a date. I just want to go somewhere warm for coffee. And it has to be good coffee. I hate paying money for bad coffee.” She smirked.
Roman shook his head with a tsk “Damn, and here i was hoping to catch some lady lucky for once.” he said jokingly. “If this joint didnt have good coffee i wouldn’t go there myself ma’am. Shall we?” He offered her the crook of his arm.
A Lost Cowboy. Roman and Open.
Ryan turned to the man that just elbowed him and raised and eyebrow “hell of a way to start a conversation” he said smiling “Well, It depends, most people walk around and drink.”
Roman nodded looking down, back in his hometown he had a bit of a drinking problem... So alcohol wasnt really an option for him at this point. “Really? Everyone just walks aroun ‘n gets drunk? This has to be one damn boring town. Nobody does anythin interestin? No cool street artists? Musicians? Dancers?” He raised a brow sounding half disappointed in the young man’s answer.
A Lost Cowboy. Roman and Open.
Roman had just moved into town, leaving his old life behind; taking only his fortune with him. He set up a nice place to stay and a job that would support his lifestyle easily. The only thing left to do was to get to know the people around town so Roman set out hoping to charm so people with his accent and quirk. He scanned the crowd for someone that peaked interest to no avail, instead he stepped up beside a complete stranger, nudged them with his elbow and asked “So what do y’all do for kicks out here?” His heavy texan accent had to sound strange in the city but it was one of the few things Roman brought with him that he liked.
Elizabeth stood silently, watching as faceless strangers passed her by. This environment was new to her and she wanted to have the chance to fully assess her surroundings before becoming completely comfortable with them. It was nice to have a change in scenery every once in a while, and she most definitely appreciated it as she hadn’t had the chance to properly settle down since she left her sire back in England awaiting her return. She turned her gaze to the side slightly as she felt a sudden presence. She smiled slightly at the stranger before turning to face them fully.” Hello, you seem like you know this area. I don’t suppose you could show me to the nearest coffee shop, could you?”
Roman had been getting to know his way around the town rather quickly, his morning walk brought him face to face with a scarlett haired woman who had eyes that pierced through the crowd on the sidewalk. Roman smiled lightly and blinked once at her question “Mhm. You got a weird thing for asking strangers on dates ma’am?” he said with a chuckle. “Sure i can show you the place i normally go to if youd like? It’s just around the corner actually.”
Rhiannon sat in the park alone. It was night time and there weren’t many people still around but it was a nice night out and she figured it would be better to spend a night out in the city. It wasn’t as exciting as most peoples nights could be; but with a spell book spread out in front of her, Rhiannon felt as happy as she could be. She read several spells from the book; some she practiced, while others she would need certain items for or it was better off that she did it in the comfort of her own place. Spotting a few toy blocks that a child must have left behind, Rhiannon began to chant a simple spell under her breath and watched as the four boxes rose in the air in front of her.
Roman had been walking through the new town trying to get a good layout of the town when he walked into the park. Something curious caught his eye, a woman playing with children’s blocks. It wasnt until he saw the blocks levitating that he decided to walk forward towards her. He waited until he was within range before pulling one of the blocks into his own hand. He stopped a short distance in front of her and knelt down, he held out the cube and as his eyes faded a purple hue the block floated smoothly back to her. “Nice trick you’ve got there.” he laughed lightly “And here i was thinking i was the only freakshow in town. You got a name little lady?”
