#adrienreed

[xfrancisxrowlandx]

@adrien-reed “I’m from Nevada. The, uh, Las Vegas area specifically.” Adrien glanced over at the willow tree escaping its spot on the sidewalk. “It’s all roads over there, you don’t get too many big trees like this unless you go further out.” Aside from the palms that line some of the richer neighborhoods, but they don’t exactly belong there. It was a very strange, somewhat unfriendly place, now that she thought of it, and she definitely preferred a town like this. Even if the sidewalks had it out to get her. “You’re from England? What brought you all the way here?”  Was that an intrusive question to ask a guy she just met a few moments ago by tumbling into? Definitely. But she was planning to be here for a while, and she should probably get to know her neighbors.

"Ah, Las Vegas," he nodded. "I've been once or twice." or three or four times. Between just going on holiday or going for work, he'd been to the small desert city many times. He couldn't help but smile slightly when she asked what brought him to the States. This one wasn't one for cooking shows apparently.

"Work mostly," he replied as he rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "I was taking a break from work for a time when "the announcement" happened. When I came out as having been a supernatural the mayor reached out to me. She said she was making a place where all supernatural people would be welcome and safe, and she wanted a ah- a public figure of sorts to come to Saintes and help make it a tourist destination. So here I am." he finished before slipping his hands into his pockets. "And yourself? What brought you down here from Nevada?"

[chefxrowland]

@adrien-reed It was really just her luck to tumble into a random man her first week in town. It was her fault for not paying attention, but the town’s layout was incredibly strange, and she was busy trying to find where the hell she could get a cup of coffee. Adrien trudged through dirt paths turned to mud during thunderstorms, how was she supposed to know an old brick street was going to do her in? “I am…so sorry about that.” She took a step back from the man, straightening out her clothing in an attempt to regain her composure. “They don’t have these kinds of streets where I’m from, I’m not used to it yet,” she laughed nervously, tapping the offending brick with her foot.

"No harm done," he said as he helped right the woman. "How about you, any harm done? Or do you think you'll survive?" he questioned as he looked her over. She looked perfectly sound. "And where is that?" he asked curiously. Judging by her accent she was a United States Native, not East Coast, maybe the west coast from the way she spoke. There was something interesting about the way people on the West Coast enunciated some words and clipped others, but it was nothing compared to the elongating of words down here in the south.

Leave it to these Americans to find ways to distort the King's English. But technically he was an American now. "Cobblestones are very common in England," he explained. "Of course we don't have big willow trees," he gestured to the offending tree whose roots had pushed up the offending brick. "I mean, we do, but not on the street like this." he added. "You'll get used to it."