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Post by CALLUM SNOW on Sept 9, 2013 16:57:50 GMT -8
Most wouldn't have guessed it by looking at Cal, but he freaking loved science. No, really. He'd been that kid who would take bugs apart to see how they worked as a child, who made fake rockets in his backyard to see how far they would go, and who sat around playing with chemicals in science classes to see what would explode. Some fun involving him pouring liquid methane down a tap and then throwing a match in for good measure had led to his burning his eyebrows off, but for the most part he'd escaped relatively unharmed. And the few who'd heard him talking about stars or animals or even DNA knew just how passionate he was, even if he wouldn't show it to most of his casual acquaintances-- which meant that he had managed to get a summer job at the California Science Centre quite easily, breezing through the rounds of interviews.
So there he was at the entrance, ready to lead yet another group of tourists through, when he caught sight of her.
Hey, what did you know. He couldn't help but feel a smile tug at his lips as he noticed that the girl from the party the other day was among the clientele. She'd been pretty fun to talk to, and he hadn't even had to be drunk to carry on a conversation with her, which was always a plus. However, he had a job to do, which meant that he couldn't partake in the art of bad flirting just yet. But he'd shot her a small smile before beginning his introductions; just a little note to say that he remembered her, he knew who she was, and he wanted to drop her a line. A little something to think about for a moment before he brought her attention to the wonders of science. Science!
Soon enough the session was over, and Cal had brought the group of people to the gift shop to spend their hard-earned money on pointless souvenirs like the good promoter of consumer culture he was. And that was when he managed to get Allison alone: she had been leafing through a book, and he waited until she was putting it back to speak up.
"Hello there. I'd shake your hand, but the museum told me not to touch the masterpieces."
Oh, how he loved a good bad pickup line. _________________________
3rd May 2012, 5:00 pm
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Post by ALLISON CHEN on Sept 11, 2013 6:31:55 GMT -8
She was no tourist, just a nobody taking the chance to stroll through a museum for a little bit of 'me-time'; her friends at the moment weren't the sort to be too inclined to accompany her. That, is beyond fine by her. Allison wasn't a science enthusiast, not by a long stretch, but she could appreciate it on a superficial level. After all, she was a mixture of biology, chemistry and physics. One would even argue quantum physics but that's a debate for another day.
The science museum had always served as a excellent reminder of how she knew nothing, that there was a great deal more out there than her mind could even begin to fathom. It was refreshing, humbling and tragic at the same time. But right now, she will settle for the exhibits looking cool and interesting.
It did not cross her mind at first, as she had been a little distracted by the museum's contents but she realized quickly that the guide on the other side of the room was a person she had met before. In a house party. The newfound knowledge of his part-time occupation just added a new dimension to his personality. A corner of her lips quirked in amusement but she carried on business as usual, as if she hadn't recognized him. He did shoot her a small smile but her expression remained neutral as she walked on. Besides, she had a feeling that they would eventually share a few words and true to form, it didn't take him long.
With another crappy pick up line.
Obviously the people that he mixed with didn't seek him out for that aspect of him. Allison merely leveled him a curious stare.
"Do I know you?"
Nobody said that she couldn't have a spot of fun; he looked like he could use a bit of discomfort.
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Post by CALLUM SNOW on Sept 11, 2013 6:37:53 GMT -8
She was cute, he had to give her that. Now that the lights were brighter and there wasn't any alcohol or loud music clouding his already questionable judgment, he really had to admit that she was a pretty girl-- always a plus, though he was quite sure that she wasn't the kind of girl that slept with guys like him. Nope, she seemed like the committed relationship type of person, which was totally cool in his books. Pity, though, because she really was adorable, though he could totally do the whole actual getting-to-know someone deal. Didn't hurt, right? You won some, you lost some, and he was quite prepared to actually get down to getting to know her one-on-one. Which was why when she suddenly asked him if she knew him, he felt a momentary jolt.
Oh god, talk about awkward.
"Err. Cal. We met at the party at Jules' house. You know, the guy who told you that he was MI6 and asked you whether you could tell me about being a ninja. Right?" She had to be kidding. This was totally her. Unless the light had been playing tricks on him, and he was actually mistaken. In which case, he was going to have to have a lot of explaining to do, especially with that godawful pickup line.
"Please tell me that I don't have the wrong person, because that was embarrassing as hell."
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Post by ALLISON CHEN on Sept 11, 2013 6:39:09 GMT -8
Honestly, Allison wasn’t looking for anything. Yes, she will admit that he’s good looking but she already did the first time she met him in a dodgy house party which she had to forcibly haul her friend out from. He approached her, let’s get that straight, because otherwise she might have just bypassed conversation entirely; she didn’t believe she made that much of an impression. He had been a chance to pass time and that was pretty much it for her, until now. Allison didn’t think she gave a “Down To Fuck” vibe (in fact she wouldn’t be surprised if she had a “Catholic school education” feel about her) and she didn’t think that there would be a mutual friend that put him up to this or initiate a bet. That would just be too damn B-movie clichéd.
She resisted the urge to smirk at the uncertainty creeping into his face; Allison had a feeling that he wasn’t one to experience that too frequently, judging by the slight swagger to his steps. It was almost a saunter of sorts, just a little disjointed at times from his inherent energy and excitement. Maintaining her outwardly slightly confused façade, she rearranged her features into a vaguely pitying look.
“I’m sorry,” her voice trailed off, soft amusement lacing her words, “but not every Asian girl look the same.” Allison paused, “Did the other girl fall for the horrid pick-up line as well?”
Her tone conveyed her hope at a negative as she continued pretending.
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Post by CALLUM SNOW on Sept 11, 2013 6:40:18 GMT -8
On the contrary, Cal was always looking for something. There was always the potential for friendship or some sort of rapport among him and anyone he encountered, and if he liked them he was going to stick around. So the fact that this girl-- was she even the same girl-- was accusing him of approaching every Asian because they looked the same had kind of jolted him. Welp, he sure as hell hoped that this wasn't going to go back to his supervisors or anything. Holy fuck, if he had the totally wrong person-- was that a surge of shame? Christ, he could have sworn that he wasn't even capable of that any more. The blonde gulped.
"Oh god it's a joke. It was a joke. I greeted her-- you-- with a bad pickup line for the fun of it the last time, so I thought I'd do it again. I swear though, you actually do look like her. Trust me, one of my best friends is Asian." Or well, half-Asian, but technicalities. "I'm so sorry."
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Post by ALLISON CHEN on Sept 11, 2013 6:40:54 GMT -8
Was that shame flashing across his features? Allison found amusement in knowing that she was the cause of that. Odd reaction, she will admit as she filed that little tidbit away for later. The embarrassment must be too great for even a person like himself to bear. The little stutter in his subsequent explanation cum apology was mildly endearing but she doubted she should inform him of that. His ego, she had a feeling, was already pretty enlarged as it is.
Not everyone goes up to someone, even if it was their second meeting, and decides to open every conversation thus far with a pick up line so crappy. It had to be something else compensating for the social faux pas. Like one of her friends like to say, if one is attractive, it's just some harmless flirting. If not, it's harassment. Such double standards.
He really did seem rather torn up by the possible mistake, Allison gave his expression a once over again. Should she relieve him of the moral misery she had caused? It was tempting to stir him along for a little while more but that would just make her as bad as him; she had another feeling that pranking was not a foreign practice to him.
"Now do you believe my ninja credentials?"
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Post by CALLUM SNOW on Sept 11, 2013 6:42:08 GMT -8
Yes, it was shame. Pure unadulterated shame that caused him to want to slink back into a corner and die in a hole. Goodbye friends, he was gone. Bury him in the little shame he had. He felt a flush cross his cheeks, and he gritted his teeth. Shit, he really hoped that he wasn't going to get in trouble on the job for this. His employment was hanging in precarious limbo as it was. What was he going to spend his summer doing now--
Oh.
"My god you scared the shit out of me."
Cal heaved a sigh of relief as he slumped back against the bookshelf. He shot her a lopsided smile. "That was absolutely terrifying. Well played man, well played." Just like his composure had disappeared, it had returned to him-- or well, mostly. She would be able to tell that he had been practically quivering in his feet just a few seconds earlier. He wasn't exactly good at this being shown up thing, though he could appreciate when someone played their cards right.
"Yup. Totally buy it. Told you, you've got to teach me that kind of thing. Score one for the ninjas, zero for MI6. Enjoyed the tour, by the way? I-- I like science. A lot." Okay, maybe he still wasn't completely recovered. He let out a nervous laugh.
"Wow, what was that."
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Post by ALLISON CHEN on Sept 11, 2013 6:49:03 GMT -8
Huh, so he was human after all. The flush to his cheeks told her as much: he wasn't as shameless as he acted. Not that she would want to explore the lengths that he'd go to to prove otherwise. There were just some things in the world better left unknown. Allison finally gave him half a smile, amusement softening her dark eyes marginally.
"The tour was alright," she would give him that, he did know his stuff. "You, on the other hand, might suffer from an ex-colonizing race complex, fearing that your words might be misconstrued as racism. You very well could have just had a mistake, apologized and moved on. No one would have blinked twice. But..." She paused, allowing more of her humor to shine through, "I do suppose I might have gone a bit far."
He was not going to get an apology from her. Especially when he had given her yet another terrible pick up line. He probably thought them terrifically funny but it was not an opinion she shared. No, not by a long shot.
"What time do you get off work?"
It might come as a bit straight forward but hey, they weren't tumbling into bed anytime soon. Friends, one does collect them on the way, and she did crave Korean barbecue, something she knew that didn't taste quite the same alone.
"I was thinking dinner unless you already made prior plans."
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Post by CALLUM SNOW on Sept 11, 2013 6:52:46 GMT -8
He was human, but it wasn't like he was about to admit that. No, if you asked him, Cal liked to strut the streets pretending he was invincible, acting like he was infallible, to give the impression that little got to him and that he didn't care, when in reality he was just about as vulnerable and anxious as anyone else. He wasn't Superman, he wasn't strong-- in fact, if you asked him a time of vulnerability, he was more dependent than anyone else. And in his moment of weakness, the thoughts flashed past his mind, the little voice in his head calling him stupid and foolish for even caring so much. For fuck's sake, she was just a girl that he met at a party, and now he'd been caught out he couldn't even talk straight. Who was he, and what had he done to the real Callum Snow? Even her talk about the ex-colonizing race complex managed to completely go over his head.
What the fuck was even going on. Breathe, Cal. Breathe. Think happy thoughts. So he pushed all of that to the back of his mind, face lighting up when she asked him what time he got off work. "Actually, that was my last tour for the day." Yeah, talk to the girl, act like that hadn't affected you. Cause nothing affects you. Nothing matters. That'll improve your mood, kid. She doesn't need to know. So he shot her his biggest and brightest smile, one that he mostly reserved for the tour and when he was trying to be charming. Looking effortless really did take quite a lot of effort, even if he would never admit it out loud.
"D- dinner?"
Shit, he was really failing miserably. Just as he had managed to recover, the sudden question had caught him off-guard. When was the last time someone who he'd just met had initiated contact, rather than it being the other way round? Nope, he'd always been the one to take the initiative to make friends, to be the one reaching out to other people, to be the friend, the buddy, the one who had to bridge that connection for selfish reasons. They'd come running to him later when they wanted someone around, but he was always the initiator. "That- that sounds good." He grinned. "What do you have in mind?"
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Post by ALLISON CHEN on Sept 11, 2013 6:56:45 GMT -8
Another stutter. If he kept that up, Allison would have no choice but to actually be nice. She hadn’t even broken out five-syllabled words yet, either he was soft or she improved. But she could tell that he had probably received enough ego bruising hits from her already. Yes, cordiality is part of her personality, even if the boy before her didn’t quite know that. She could even be sweet but that had to be earned. Though she couldn’t put her finger to it, why this person just brought out this slyer side of her. Perhaps dinner would change things. A voice whispered that it was all going too fast but she quashed it effectively.
Like she said, there will be no sex.
Then the grin was back and she saw him recover his composure before her very eyes. His posture changed and there was a cheekiness to his smile as he regarded her with bright greys. Whatever happened to the boy caught off guard was lost on her as she was reacquainted to the jock she met in the house party.
Allison had to reserve her judgment on which she liked better. So far the one that she surprised was a little ahead in the race.
“Korean barbeque,” she finally revealed her big plans for the night, “I know a pretty good place in Korea Town. You up for it? I need someone who can eat.”
There was a glitter of challenge in her dark eyes, as the first smirk of the day curled on her lips.
“And then for dessert, we’ll head over to Little Tokyo for some mochi ice-cream. As much as they have the savoury down pat, Korea has nothing on Japan when it comes to sweets.”
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Post by CALLUM SNOW on Sept 11, 2013 7:04:05 GMT -8
Oh god someone else had planned something for a first meeting, or a first outing. Was the world ending? Cal felt a ridiculous grin surface on his lips as Allison mentioned the prospect of barbecue, Korean barbecue to be exact. He'd been meaning to go and try that for a while, especially because Asian food in Los Angeles was so famously good, but he'd never gotten around to doing it. Much as the whale did preach about how amazing Korean food was, they somehow always ended up eating bimimbap and Korean hotpot instead of some of those delicious meats. (Lol, delicious meats. Well, he knew why Bailey wasn't into that, but still, spare a thought for Cal, wouldn't he?)
"You need someone who can eat? Course I can eat. Is it one of those buffets that I've heard about, because it's been my life's mission to actually try one of those." And then she continued on about Little Tokyo, and mochi ice-cream. Oh god this girl was a dream. Cal was about ready to pick her up, spin her tiny frame around and declare her the Goddess of Good Food. Well, he'd reserve his judgment. For all he knew the food could turn out to be crap and he'd be sitting on the toilet for the rest of the night. Maybe this was all part of her ninja plan--
And then it hit him that he was being asked out.
One-on-one.
Again the flush crossed his cheeks-- how the hell was she catching him off-guard time and time again? Fuck, there had to be something in science that explained this. But was this a date? Shit, when was the last time he'd been on a date? Freshman year of high school, probably. Oh and then prom, but he'd gone to help a lesbian friend with conservative parents out so that didn't really count. She was talking about sweets now, and he gulped. Yeah, okay. He was probably overreacting. He went to hang out with girls all the time without it being a date. Course he could do another one.
"Sounds like a plan. I'll go get changed and then we'll meet at the entrance. You can park your car at the staff parking lot because it's free there, and then I can drive both of us there. Unless you want to drive? It's totally up to you." Was it him, or had he spoken that just a tad bit faster than usual? Wow.
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Post by ALLISON CHEN on Sept 11, 2013 8:28:35 GMT -8
If he was talking faster than usual, she didn't notice, her mind drifting to the promises of food later. Allison nodded, feeling slightly pleased that he had accepted the offer of dinner. Why she was feeling as such was something she will come back to later, it's all a little secondary to planning how to get to their destinations. Then he mentioned driving and she decided that he would probably object slightly to being driven around in a Mini Cooper by a girl. It just didn't seem quite so appropriate, since he did exhibit the possession of an ego. Not that she knew for sure that he minded but she could only work off of whatever she knew about him thus far, and it wasn't much.
"I don't have a preference, you can drive if you want." It wasn't a big deal to her, her pretty baby in red can go a few hours with her. And it would be unlikely that a carjack would happen within the area by the science museum because that would just be stupid. There were cameras everywhere nowadays. "Take your time. The place always has a table for me."
Nothing else was offered after that, leaving it on a mysterious note. She was a regular there, as she found the little shop tucked away in a corner exclusive to people who knew their way around. They had superior cuts and fresh ingredients, something she could always appreciate in a restaurant. The owner was a nice Korean lady who immigrated thirty years ago who certainly knew her way around the kitchen and on the front, ruling her establishment with a kind smile and exquisite kimchi.
She sincerely hoped that his car was somewhat clean.
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Post by CALLUM SNOW on Sept 11, 2013 9:26:07 GMT -8
"Sounds like a plan," Cal grinned as he handed her his employee parking pass. He'd managed to nab a spare from a friend when the guy had quit in a fit of rage, and even though he'd never had a need to use it well, what did you know? Having buddies everywhere did get you places. "Here, take this. Just park in any of the lots on the fourth floor, and stick this on your windshield. They don't check, but you never know. All you need this for is really to swipe in. See you at the entrance in about ten minutes?"
And with that, Cal gave her a salute and a final grin, before walking off to the back room to get changed out of his uniform and into some real clothes. While he would have liked to throw his shirt off right there and then in the souvenir store, as he'd already said, his job was hanging in precarious balance as it was. Instead he went into the backroom and threw on a pair of jeans and a maroon shirt with Iron Man's arc reactor on it, before stepping into the parking lot to fetch his car. It wasn't a terribly flashy one-- he wasn't exactly going to impress anyone with his red baby, but it was a good car nevertheless, a second-hand Toyota Yaris that his father had gotten for him after his freshman year of college. He hopped into the car and drove away, stopping near the entrance where he'd promised to meet the girl.
"Hey there," he smiled. Whoa, was he supposed to say something charming? To do something that would take her off her feet? Was this even a date? Shit, he would have liked some sort of answer, but it seemed awkward to just ask her straight out. He was known for being smooth, though. God fuck dammit. "So tell me and the GPS where to go. I'm Cal, by the way," he suddenly added, it occurring to him that he didn't even know her name. "And you are?"
He hoped that his attempts to get a name weren't going to fail miserably like they had the last time.
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Post by ALLISON CHEN on Sept 11, 2013 9:48:15 GMT -8
She did as he said, efficiently making her way to her car and parked it as instructed. It didn't take her long to reach their meeting point and she only had to wait for a little while before Cal made a reappearance in jeans and an Iron man shirt when she opened the door to his red Toyota car— it fitted him like a glove. Allison blinked a couple of times, taking in the sight (that was a defined chest but no she will not wax poetry over it), before climbing in, a little thankful she wasn't one for telling reactions. She quickly gave him the address and he was preoccupied with pressing of buttons, glad for the tasks at hand, and then after that was done, he asked for her name again. Well, she did suppose he could know because they were going for dinner.
"It's Allison."
Finally relenting, the young woman settled further into the seat as she enjoyed the air conditioning. Even though it might be dinnertime soon, the sun was still out and it would be a couple of hours more before it set. LA's weather was certainly something. Almost desert-like but not quite. Sun all day, every day. Rain was a little on the scarce side and she was mildly disappointed at that but she couldn't complain. It's pretty good weather all year round.
"I go to Occidental."
Guess it was alright for him to have a little more information about her.
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Post by CALLUM SNOW on Sept 11, 2013 10:04:21 GMT -8
"All right, I think I know where that is," Cal muttered as he poked at the GPS. His sense of direction was pretty awful, and he'd be completely lost without it. He was pretty certain that Tomtom had saved his life on more than one occasion. Upon being told that their destination wasn't as far away as he'd thought, he felt his face light up. Yes. Good, very good. It meant that he didn't have to risk not listening to the GPS by accident and ending up in the middle of bumfuck nowhere. It was then when she finally mentioned her name, giving it out as Allison.
"Allison? Gotcha-- wait." He paused, frowning a little as they drove out of the science centre. "Allison. Is that..." He turned to face her for a second, greys meeting browns in confusion. "Is that actually your name, or are you trying to ninja me again?" These mind games were almost too much for him to handle man. He awaited an answer before picking up pace as they drove onto the highway. One would have thought he might be afraid of driving after what had happened to his brother... And, admittedly, he had been, but he'd forced himself to get over it. Sure, he'd flown into a panic and nearly had a nervous breakdown the first time he'd gotten into a car, and hadn't actually gotten a license until he'd turned eighteen and been forced to get one in Los Angeles, but nobody needed to know that, did they? All that mattered was that he was capable of driving now. Maybe-Allison then mentioned where she went to college, and he frowned once more.
Fuck, she really was being a ninja. She was making this really difficult on him. He seriously needed to brush up on those superspy skills of his.
"Cool, what's your major?" he asked in response. The usual first-few-meetings small talk, nothing special. "I go to UCLA," he volunteered in response. "I major in Biochemistry. As you can tell," he chuckled, "I really do like science." No, he really did. It was probably one of his favourite things in the world. If she got him started any more he'd probably go on for the rest of the date.
... Or well, not-date. You never knew with ninjas.
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Post by ALLISON CHEN on Sept 11, 2013 17:42:29 GMT -8
She had no idea that he was deathly afraid of the mechanical chassis merely less than two years ago, that they shared the proclivity of panic attacks, hers still persisting and him once upon a time. Anyways, she had to smirk and shrug at his suspicions before finally conceding with something akin to a touch of wickedness in her eyes.
"Let's put it this way: if I wanted to give you a fake name, I would have done so in the beginning."
Allison told herself she shouldn't be having that much fun playing mind games but she threw caution in the wind, he looked like someone would handle it. So far, anyways. She could tell that she did a number on him, and resisted the urge to let out a laugh. His features screwed up in confusion was a little unexpected and could she dare to even say the tiniest bit cute? Like an unsure golden retriever. She had to smile at the mental image and her lips curled into a softer version of the expression he'd been on the receiving end thus far.
"I'm majoring in political science." She was also trying out political economics modules and had computer science as a minor but it wasn't information he needed to know. He had told her that he really liked science and she had to admit that it was a pleasant surprise. Now she knew that it was a little unfair but she honestly did not think that a high standard of intelligence, especially required of a science curriculum in a well-reputed university, came with the package.
"Yes, you don't make it a secret about your love for the science." And she found it refreshing. She knew of a few who didn't think that their inherent academic interests matched their appearances and societal expectations. "I find it interesting but I don't have the sufficient foundation to understand the finer nuances. Pity really, it seems fascinating even to a ignorant outsider like me."
He was easily to talk to, true to his first impression, but whether this was a date or not, it might still be a little (far too) early to classify their interactions as such.
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Post by CALLUM SNOW on Sept 11, 2013 19:23:36 GMT -8
Man, this was going to be a thing, wasn't it? If this lasted more than just one meeting, at least. Cal rolled his eyes in a rather dramatic manner when Allison mentioned the fake name, heaving an overwrought sigh. "Okay, I concede that your name might indeed be Allison." He couldn't help but wonder why she'd withheld her name the first time round: probably because of her having to suddenly leave, but he brushed the thought aside. If he allowed himself to, he would end up over analysing every action people around him did, and that never ended well especially when it came to relationships with other humans. Nope, if you asked him it was probably better for his sake and everyone else's that he continued on his way, casting any sort of negative thoughts aside.
"Political science, huh? Sounds like the kind of thing I'd probably completely fail at." He liked languages quite a bit; he'd done the IB Diploma program and learned rudimentary Mandarin Chinese from there, and still took classes in high school. However, anything literature or humanities-related bored him to death. The last time he'd read a book he'd been five and Mickey Mouse was teaching him how to tell the time. Politics were interesting in themselves, and he did enjoy at least having some knowledge of what was going on in the world, but he wasn't exactly an expert. He could probably tell you about the current headlines, but nothing more than that. "I've always been into biology and chemistry. Stuff like that. Do you have any idea what you want to do with political science? Go back and become head of your ninja clan?"
Cal grinned a lopsided grin as she mentioned that she didn't really know much about science. "Don't sell yourself short. You probably know more than you think. Everything that's going on around us? That's science. You wake up in the morning and your brain turns on. You might not know what caused it, but you know it happens, and that's science." He pressed the accelerator with his right foot. He was a fairly reckless driver most of the time, probably as a result of his trying to counteract his fears of driving by slapping them in the face. However he decided it was probably best not to go too quickly this once. Didn't want to scare her off just yet.
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ALLISON CHEN
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Post by ALLISON CHEN on Sept 11, 2013 20:11:00 GMT -8
"If you can do biochemistry, you won't fail politics." A wry smile tugged at her lips and there was that question of what she wanted to do in the future. Huh, seems like she couldn't escape that anywhere she went. But it was an innocent enough question from Cal, so she will not put it against him. Her demeanor withdrew slightly, her words not as light as before.
"I honestly have no idea." There was a moment of pause, as if she dared him to judge. "I chose politics because I'm interested in the subject, how everything is interlinked. You get a bit of everything from maths, science, culture, anthropology, psychology, to start it off. I'm not too keen on the bureaucracy or the practices. It would very likely frustrate me." Allison shrugged, tugging at the seatbelt slung across her chest. It was a sensitive subject, her mother already getting on a case since the start of her junior year in high school. Andrew had his mechanical engineering planning out while Adrienne was in love with music. Allison, on the other hand, was undecided and lost, despite seemingly having little to no trouble when it came to studying. Another assumption that was wrong about her, she wasn't naturally bright as Andrew was. Her academic achievements, modest even, were products of hard work. Why was she even thinking about this? The girl was glad when the boy handed her an out on a silver platter.
"And besides, it's more about handling blades and poison than politics if I want to take over the clan." From the matter-of-fact way she said it, you'd think she had put in quite a bit of thought to that and it was only a logical route to do just that.
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CALLUM SNOW
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never gonna give you up!
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Post by CALLUM SNOW on Sept 11, 2013 20:37:05 GMT -8
"And in turn, if you can do politics, you won't fail biochemistry." It was an honest sentiment, one that he'd always found to be quite true. Sure, it might not have come as naturally to her as it might have to him, or to someone else, but everyone had their talents. His just so happened to be blowing shit up and being generally annoying. "There you go. It works both ways. And if it helps," Cal paused. Well, there was the entire ideal he'd had of being a doctor, but lately the thought hadn't been as tantalizing as it had previously been. Perhaps he was turning cynical, in his own way...? Then again, it was arguable that he had always been a cynic, and would probably be for a while.
He jammed the brakes.
"Never mind. Totally lost where that one was going." A lie, but a completely innocent one. Not like Allison would notice, anyway. Besides, they'd moved on to more pressing subjects, such as ninjas. And ninja attacks. He let out a loud guffaw at her mention of handling blades and poison, snickering as they reached a red light. Almost there now. He could smell the Korean barbeque already. "So. Do you have any further plans about your ninja clan then? Some sort of evil overlord to overthrow? I can almost see it. A cross between Avatar: The Last Airbender and The Last Samurai. Allison: The First Ninja. Or not the first." Oh crap, had he just revealed the closet geekfest?
Then again, he did work at the science centre, and she'd heard him gush on and on about atoms for a good two hours or so. And he was wearing an Iron Man shirt, though with the latest movies the series was becoming increasingly mainstream. But those two factors combined? He supposed that in her eyes, he really couldn't get any nerdier than that. No shame in it, he supposed, but these weren't facets of his personality that he revealed to most upon their first meeting. Admittedly, he was a lot more comfortable talking about it now than he had been back in high school, so he would wait and see how she reacted.
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ALLISON CHEN
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Post by ALLISON CHEN on Sept 11, 2013 21:08:55 GMT -8
There really isn't much sense to stereotypes. In that case, her cousin would never be gay but there he was, pining over one of his best, very male and straight best friend (though the way Xander described the tight pants, Allison wasn't too sure on the straight part but it was none of her business). So it's only a matter of interests, whether they matched between two or more people in the same circle. That should be the way, but that was not how society works. Just because you are blonde, pretty and wore short skirts, you were a former cheerleader and slut, or a genius in mathematics and science just because you were Asian.
"I hear that contract assassinations are lucrative nowadays." That line was delivered with a perfect deadpan and she saw that they were almost there. If she was about to judge a person based on Europe interest, she would be no better than the very bullies she condoned vehemently. She was never a victim but she saw cruelty for what it was: physical and psychological trauma and abuse.
"An element of mystery will be more prudent and effective in staking my claim. A reputation would essentially do half the work before the attack even began." Her tone wouldn't be out of place coming from a wise sage and then her nose wrinkled slightly, "wasn't a big fan of The Last Samurai or Tom Cruise, for the matter. The Last Avatar, on the other hand, I quite enjoyed it when I watched the episodes whenever I could. It was refreshing. I heard they are coming out with a sequel, so we'll see."
She wasn't a nerd by far but she did enjoy certain things like comics, fantasy novels and good movies. Television series and bad, trashy romance novels were secret guilty pleasures. It would be a while before anyone knew.
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