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The Constant State of Going Nowhere
Mon Sep 05, 2011 9:08 pm
With the prediction of a chance of thunderstorms on the horizon, Greta had added her folding umbrella to the messenger bag along with a file folder of photos she had retrieved from The Global Voice archives, the small bags of evidence she had been carrying with her at all times since finding them at Dunena's apartment, and her usual items of laptop, phone and wand. Oh yes, and wallet because sooner or later she'd remember that it was lunch time and need to get some food although it would be the need for caffeine which would get her first, as it always did.
She had also packed in a copy of Witch's Weekly that she had picked up to read on the subway for a long commute for an interview a few days earlier. Not Greta's usual reading material but they had been out of Time, U.S. News & World Report, Car & Track and at least this issue had a few good italian recipes in it, or so it claimed. Greta didn't know. She had never made it that far. Instead, she was stopped by a several pages long spread of fashion photos of the famous (or infamous, depending on what you knew about her) Fifi LaRoux.
It probably would have gone unnoticed by Greta had it not been for the odd fact that Fifi had two or three different colors of hair in the photos. Not just blonde, brunette, etc., but pink or yellow or such. This keyed Greta's memory and she had headed straight for her desk when she finally did return to the office. Her archive search resulted in the one thing she had been hoping yet afraid to find. A photo of Fifi with the same color hair as the strands in the small ziplock bag.
So it was, Greta was now sitting on a stone step at Washington Park Square staring at photos and the Witch's Weekly article and trying to prove or disprove the theory in her head.
She had also packed in a copy of Witch's Weekly that she had picked up to read on the subway for a long commute for an interview a few days earlier. Not Greta's usual reading material but they had been out of Time, U.S. News & World Report, Car & Track and at least this issue had a few good italian recipes in it, or so it claimed. Greta didn't know. She had never made it that far. Instead, she was stopped by a several pages long spread of fashion photos of the famous (or infamous, depending on what you knew about her) Fifi LaRoux.
It probably would have gone unnoticed by Greta had it not been for the odd fact that Fifi had two or three different colors of hair in the photos. Not just blonde, brunette, etc., but pink or yellow or such. This keyed Greta's memory and she had headed straight for her desk when she finally did return to the office. Her archive search resulted in the one thing she had been hoping yet afraid to find. A photo of Fifi with the same color hair as the strands in the small ziplock bag.
So it was, Greta was now sitting on a stone step at Washington Park Square staring at photos and the Witch's Weekly article and trying to prove or disprove the theory in her head.
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Re: The Constant State of Going Nowhere
Tue Sep 06, 2011 5:29 am
Nathan was never one who really thought about the future, he'd met up with a old friend from when he'd been at Uni who'd set him up with the contacts and a place to stay. Funny how that happened? Nathan had never really thought about it much except that somehow for being such a big city New York just had something about it, from the club gigs and parties that filled up his calendar roughly scrawled on the back of his hand he was doing well, Beanie too although there had been more then a few hairy situations with dogs, vents and the like but the kitten was growing used to the big city.. after all what better place to find a nice warm lap then with all the humans around? It had been a good day for Nathan, waking up with a thick wad of bills in his pocket from doing his third straight gig. There seemed a neverending string of parties going on and thanks to the publicity of WWBN and his tour with The Weird Sisters his career really seemed to be going somewhere for the first time in many years.
It wasn't all joy though, Nathan had been spending the day wandering around the city just chilling and enjoying the cooler weather. He'd dropped by one of the record stores he and Mel had gone to only to find a big CLOSING DOWN SALE sign out the front of what seemed a endless Aladdin's cave of treasures. Nathan wasn't really a emotional kind of guy but he couldn't help the empty feeling of loneliness at knowing another piece of the past was disappearing, already he'd found the clubs he'd done his first gigs at had all but closed. New York wasn't the same city it had been, even the skyline was wrong.
With a backpack full of vinyl he'd be hard pressed for going much of anywhere if it wasn't for the charms on his pack. Picking up a Quibbler and Global Voice off a street corner stand for a moment he was reminded of that women he'd met awhile back..what was her name? Greta Greenwich..there it was printed right on the front page bylines. It was still quite pleasant and so Nathan crossed the road and made his way to the park so that Beanpole could stretch his legs..paws and he could see if any of his mates where about. He'd grown fond of the park during his uni days since he found it more reassuring to have nature with the familiar concrete all around.
It was a typically lazy day for Nathan, perched on a step listening to records while Beanie lept about trying to eat bugs and charm the passerby's into feeding and petting him. So it was until Gerta walked past... Nathan glanced up not at all recognizing her but Beanpole was smarter and started 'tailing', hunting Greta and waiting, watching... before springing out before her with 'it'sa me!' Mew once Nathan had realized Beanie was missing and started making his way across the park before them, still with the portable record player in hand. "Um Hi?" Nathan said to Greta, his backpack on one shoulder while he awkwardly held a few records and the portable player in the other. "Um.. are you okay?" Nathan mumbled, she'd looked well worried or distracted about something when he'd been walking over and of course Nathan being one who was well.. always worried and distracted would assume that something was wrong.
It wasn't all joy though, Nathan had been spending the day wandering around the city just chilling and enjoying the cooler weather. He'd dropped by one of the record stores he and Mel had gone to only to find a big CLOSING DOWN SALE sign out the front of what seemed a endless Aladdin's cave of treasures. Nathan wasn't really a emotional kind of guy but he couldn't help the empty feeling of loneliness at knowing another piece of the past was disappearing, already he'd found the clubs he'd done his first gigs at had all but closed. New York wasn't the same city it had been, even the skyline was wrong.
With a backpack full of vinyl he'd be hard pressed for going much of anywhere if it wasn't for the charms on his pack. Picking up a Quibbler and Global Voice off a street corner stand for a moment he was reminded of that women he'd met awhile back..what was her name? Greta Greenwich..there it was printed right on the front page bylines. It was still quite pleasant and so Nathan crossed the road and made his way to the park so that Beanpole could stretch his legs..paws and he could see if any of his mates where about. He'd grown fond of the park during his uni days since he found it more reassuring to have nature with the familiar concrete all around.
It was a typically lazy day for Nathan, perched on a step listening to records while Beanie lept about trying to eat bugs and charm the passerby's into feeding and petting him. So it was until Gerta walked past... Nathan glanced up not at all recognizing her but Beanpole was smarter and started 'tailing', hunting Greta and waiting, watching... before springing out before her with 'it'sa me!' Mew once Nathan had realized Beanie was missing and started making his way across the park before them, still with the portable record player in hand. "Um Hi?" Nathan said to Greta, his backpack on one shoulder while he awkwardly held a few records and the portable player in the other. "Um.. are you okay?" Nathan mumbled, she'd looked well worried or distracted about something when he'd been walking over and of course Nathan being one who was well.. always worried and distracted would assume that something was wrong.
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Re: The Constant State of Going Nowhere
Wed Sep 07, 2011 7:42 pm
Fifi LaRoux was well known by almost all reporters, especially ones who had worked the entertainment beat since social news almost always overflowed and merged with entertainment as well as sports and other celebrity laden areas. There had been whispers and rumors about Fifi LaRoux but Greta had never really paid a lot of attention to them. Really, high fashion was not her thing. Sure, she like to look neat and nice and it didn't hurt if the clothes were flattering on her but she also like comfort and utility in her fashions. But right now, she was staring at one of the biggest fashion layouts of the year for Witch Weekly because of the subject in the photos. Fifi LaRoux.
That is until she heard the mew of a familiar little kitty. "Well, Beanpole isn't it? Good to see you again," she greeted the furry friend she had made that day in Central Park. If Beanpole was here, did that mean someone else was too? "Uhm, hi," she replied back, suddenly feeling a bit awkward and shy herself, not a normal condition for this reporter. "Yeah.. Sorta.. You?" she asked, then realizing he was holding stuff, indicated the empty wall next to her. "Want to join me?" she asked.
That is until she heard the mew of a familiar little kitty. "Well, Beanpole isn't it? Good to see you again," she greeted the furry friend she had made that day in Central Park. If Beanpole was here, did that mean someone else was too? "Uhm, hi," she replied back, suddenly feeling a bit awkward and shy herself, not a normal condition for this reporter. "Yeah.. Sorta.. You?" she asked, then realizing he was holding stuff, indicated the empty wall next to her. "Want to join me?" she asked.
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Re: The Constant State of Going Nowhere
Tue Sep 13, 2011 7:20 pm
Beanie was happy to be out and about. While he hated to be parted from Nathan it did cramp his style to be forced to ride around in Nathan's backpack while they where shopping. He was much happier out in the sun with the familiar smells of concrete, people and one particular scent that was familiar. Being sure that it was the nice human who had petted him before Beanie had no problem at all with going straight up to Greta and letting out a playful 'Mew' before flopping over to stretch out on the concrete just begging for her to scratch his belly and give him a good pat. He was a cat after all and what was life about if it wasn't to get the attention of nice ladies in the hope that they would follow him home?
Nathan of course was less self assured, but in a way it was a good thing in his mind to have run into Greta again. He'd mentioned their first run in to her brother which had seemed to break much of the ice around the prickly issue of him being 'alone' in New York. Not that it made much sense to him considering the effort one had to go to in order to avoid other people in such a big city. she'd been on his mind a lot while he'd been on tour..even so much to make him feel guilty about the attention Cherry had shown him on tv... not that Nathan wasn't embarrassed enough about it already. In a way he felt like he was betraying his friend?..or well.. acquaintance by being involved with WWBN but it had been a old friend who'd set up the interview.. and well Rick who'd been more then a bit insistent about the whole thing.
While he wasn't that great at talking Nathan was at least a open ear, so he nodded, taking in Greta's answer before wondering what to say in reply. Did she know about Cherry.. and would she think less of him for being on that show? Nathan didn't know and so he went for the staple of "Good.." ah the answer that solved any problem without ever saying much at all, "we've been eh.. shopping.." Nathan explained when Greta looked at the items he was carrying, as if that would make her not question why on earth he was walking around town with a portable record player of all things. It had been a gift and while not great quality it was handy for testing records and being able to listen to them when there was nothing better available.
It was funny what a change of confidence could be brought by the reassurance of having met Greta before and knowing that her brother knew her (or well.. knew of her). Normally he'd be a bag of nerves around a member of the opposite sex but with Beanpole all but throwing himself all over Greta it was hard not to think of her as well.. a friend. Friends was a safe category to Nathan and so he nodded and after piling up his assortment of odd objects sat next to her, watching as Beanpole rolled over to beg for a pat. "So um .. how are things with the paper?" Nathan asked as he gave Beanpole a pat, noticing too that Greta was wearing a Nirvana tshirt.. he hadn't expected that pointed at it "I um.. saw them live once.." he said before realizing that in pointing at the tshirt he was well.. pointing at her.. which was rude. Shamefaced he blushed a bit as he dropped his hand into his lap, drilled by a lifetime under the rule of Ma Wright to not point lest his finger drop right off. Nathan had never forgotten his Ma's rules or the stories of what would happen if they where broken.
Nathan of course was less self assured, but in a way it was a good thing in his mind to have run into Greta again. He'd mentioned their first run in to her brother which had seemed to break much of the ice around the prickly issue of him being 'alone' in New York. Not that it made much sense to him considering the effort one had to go to in order to avoid other people in such a big city. she'd been on his mind a lot while he'd been on tour..even so much to make him feel guilty about the attention Cherry had shown him on tv... not that Nathan wasn't embarrassed enough about it already. In a way he felt like he was betraying his friend?..or well.. acquaintance by being involved with WWBN but it had been a old friend who'd set up the interview.. and well Rick who'd been more then a bit insistent about the whole thing.
While he wasn't that great at talking Nathan was at least a open ear, so he nodded, taking in Greta's answer before wondering what to say in reply. Did she know about Cherry.. and would she think less of him for being on that show? Nathan didn't know and so he went for the staple of "Good.." ah the answer that solved any problem without ever saying much at all, "we've been eh.. shopping.." Nathan explained when Greta looked at the items he was carrying, as if that would make her not question why on earth he was walking around town with a portable record player of all things. It had been a gift and while not great quality it was handy for testing records and being able to listen to them when there was nothing better available.
It was funny what a change of confidence could be brought by the reassurance of having met Greta before and knowing that her brother knew her (or well.. knew of her). Normally he'd be a bag of nerves around a member of the opposite sex but with Beanpole all but throwing himself all over Greta it was hard not to think of her as well.. a friend. Friends was a safe category to Nathan and so he nodded and after piling up his assortment of odd objects sat next to her, watching as Beanpole rolled over to beg for a pat. "So um .. how are things with the paper?" Nathan asked as he gave Beanpole a pat, noticing too that Greta was wearing a Nirvana tshirt.. he hadn't expected that pointed at it "I um.. saw them live once.." he said before realizing that in pointing at the tshirt he was well.. pointing at her.. which was rude. Shamefaced he blushed a bit as he dropped his hand into his lap, drilled by a lifetime under the rule of Ma Wright to not point lest his finger drop right off. Nathan had never forgotten his Ma's rules or the stories of what would happen if they where broken.
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Re: The Constant State of Going Nowhere
Wed Sep 14, 2011 4:17 am
Did Greta know about Cherry? Well, realistically, everyone probably knew about Cherry Clinger considering she was one of the top shows on WWBN. Did Greta know Nathan had been on Cherry Clinger's show? Does the fact she dvr'd it and watched it occasionally on lonely nights at home count as knowing about it? Did it bother her how Cherry had acted toward Nathan? Not at all as she already knew that was pretty much how Cherry was. They weren't the best of friends but they knew of each other and extended professional courtesy to each other. Greta didn't think of Cherry as a bad reporter, just a bit of a shock host. Sometimes, to be honest, Greta envied how open and point blank Cherry was and could be.
"Saw you got to be at Glastonberry," she said, shyly, "Is it fun?" Greta had never been to any outdoor concerts/festivals like that. Her parents had gone to Woodstock and reminisced about it still and it sounded like fun sometimes when they told it and like a massive mud pit other times. "Shopping's good," she said in a flash of brilliance or rather 'oh I can answer that one' moment. "Have you seen any of the vinyl shops in the Village yet?" she asked, knowing there were one or two tucked away that didn't advertise. You just sort of had to stumble around till you found them.
Fortunately, Beanie was not having any of the issues these two were when it came to catching up with old friends as he settled himself on Greta's lap under her hand which was now petting him and scratching him behind his ear. He kneaded her lap and settled down as the vibrant discussion continued. "Paper's okay. Trying to work on a story but kinda stuck," she admitted, smiling as he mentioned seeing Nirvana live. "Lucky! Wish I could have"
"Saw you got to be at Glastonberry," she said, shyly, "Is it fun?" Greta had never been to any outdoor concerts/festivals like that. Her parents had gone to Woodstock and reminisced about it still and it sounded like fun sometimes when they told it and like a massive mud pit other times. "Shopping's good," she said in a flash of brilliance or rather 'oh I can answer that one' moment. "Have you seen any of the vinyl shops in the Village yet?" she asked, knowing there were one or two tucked away that didn't advertise. You just sort of had to stumble around till you found them.
Fortunately, Beanie was not having any of the issues these two were when it came to catching up with old friends as he settled himself on Greta's lap under her hand which was now petting him and scratching him behind his ear. He kneaded her lap and settled down as the vibrant discussion continued. "Paper's okay. Trying to work on a story but kinda stuck," she admitted, smiling as he mentioned seeing Nirvana live. "Lucky! Wish I could have"
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Re: The Constant State of Going Nowhere
Tue Sep 20, 2011 9:31 pm
While his own attempts to put forward conversation was mild Nathan was a bit surprised when Gerta mentioned Glastonbury "Oh..where you there too?..oh.." what started a question quickly becoming a quiet little retraction as Greta asked him if it was fun. That.. required some thought. Certainly it was good to see his friends and family again, not as much as it was last year when he and Marcus had played and Mel had been there.. which reminded him that his best friend..former girlfriend..all that had probably had the baby by now. Nathan stared into the space in front of him in horror for a moment at that realization. Keeping track of time was most certainly not his strong suit. "It was.. big?" certainly the biggest festival he'd attended during his career if not his biggest gig. The BDO set two years ago was still in his mind the highest profile performance he'd done.. well as a DJ anyway.
It was a strange thing Glastonbury, Nathan had never really managed to just go there as a tourist, always he'd ended up with the back stage passes and being shown to the decks where one connection or another would lead him to the very core of the festival. Had he paid attention maybe he'd have noticed more of the famous faces and names but for Nathan there was a odd sense of community and 'can do' that had lead to their first performance at the festival on near no notice and equipment to boot! Normally such a prospect would be in the realms of a nightmare but somehow things had been organized and for the most part things had gone well... or so he'd thought anyway. Slowly it dawned on him to wonder how Greta knew that he'd gone to the festival, but then logic stepped forward that she did work for a newspaper and that was part of the job right? to know stuff?
Nathan wondered if that meant that she knew everything about him? That was a worrying thought.. especially if it meant being aware of Rick his older brother who tended to make things rather ..awkward. It wasn't that Nathan didn't like his older brother but more a case that people..women especially didn't seem to like him so much? Nodding in agreement with Greta that shopping was good Nathan couldn't help but add the thought that it was only good when you could afford it. Today was a odd luxury for him being between the day the money came in and the bills arrived. Unfortunately it was his habit of shopping on said days that then lead to him facing unpaid bills and angry landlords later. "Yeah a couple.." Nathan mumbled in reply as he scratched his head, most of the trips of hunting out the old record stores he'd found when he'd lived in New York last time had lead to some rather surreal discoveries and others that wear almost heartbreaking "it's changed a lot though.. we...eh I used to go to Mondo Kim's a lot" that was a awkward slip, but it was hard not to think of the strange videoshop with it's lax hiring policies and genuinely weird collection of used records without thinking of Mel who'd found the shop in the first place.
As Nathan stumbled around the conversation Beanie was just chilling out and lapping up every bit of attention he could from Greta. Nathan watched the kitten somewhat envious of how simple Beanie's life managed to be. "Oh.." he just said trying to think of some other words to say when Gerta said she was stuck, but of course none came and a awkward silence fell before the topic turned back to music. "Lucky?" Nathan thought of it then nodded "I um guess so". There was no doubt that the overpacked fist Big Day Out show that had by pure luck coincided with Nirvana's biggest hit had been a major influence on both him and Marcus. Had it not been for the fact that they'd spent much of the broomflight home talking about how cool it would be to form a band Silencio might never have happened! "It was kinda my brother's idea.. well and a friend of ours to go see them" Nathan wondered how to describe Marcus, it was a odd thing but he still remembered how 'odd' Marcus had been to his last 'female-friend' and was afraid that his mate wouldn't like Greta either. Not that there was eh.. anything not to like about Greta.. she was nice and a kind person, smart too to be a reporter and everything. Beanie seemed to like her a lot as well, which was nice.
It was a strange thing Glastonbury, Nathan had never really managed to just go there as a tourist, always he'd ended up with the back stage passes and being shown to the decks where one connection or another would lead him to the very core of the festival. Had he paid attention maybe he'd have noticed more of the famous faces and names but for Nathan there was a odd sense of community and 'can do' that had lead to their first performance at the festival on near no notice and equipment to boot! Normally such a prospect would be in the realms of a nightmare but somehow things had been organized and for the most part things had gone well... or so he'd thought anyway. Slowly it dawned on him to wonder how Greta knew that he'd gone to the festival, but then logic stepped forward that she did work for a newspaper and that was part of the job right? to know stuff?
Nathan wondered if that meant that she knew everything about him? That was a worrying thought.. especially if it meant being aware of Rick his older brother who tended to make things rather ..awkward. It wasn't that Nathan didn't like his older brother but more a case that people..women especially didn't seem to like him so much? Nodding in agreement with Greta that shopping was good Nathan couldn't help but add the thought that it was only good when you could afford it. Today was a odd luxury for him being between the day the money came in and the bills arrived. Unfortunately it was his habit of shopping on said days that then lead to him facing unpaid bills and angry landlords later. "Yeah a couple.." Nathan mumbled in reply as he scratched his head, most of the trips of hunting out the old record stores he'd found when he'd lived in New York last time had lead to some rather surreal discoveries and others that wear almost heartbreaking "it's changed a lot though.. we...eh I used to go to Mondo Kim's a lot" that was a awkward slip, but it was hard not to think of the strange videoshop with it's lax hiring policies and genuinely weird collection of used records without thinking of Mel who'd found the shop in the first place.
As Nathan stumbled around the conversation Beanie was just chilling out and lapping up every bit of attention he could from Greta. Nathan watched the kitten somewhat envious of how simple Beanie's life managed to be. "Oh.." he just said trying to think of some other words to say when Gerta said she was stuck, but of course none came and a awkward silence fell before the topic turned back to music. "Lucky?" Nathan thought of it then nodded "I um guess so". There was no doubt that the overpacked fist Big Day Out show that had by pure luck coincided with Nirvana's biggest hit had been a major influence on both him and Marcus. Had it not been for the fact that they'd spent much of the broomflight home talking about how cool it would be to form a band Silencio might never have happened! "It was kinda my brother's idea.. well and a friend of ours to go see them" Nathan wondered how to describe Marcus, it was a odd thing but he still remembered how 'odd' Marcus had been to his last 'female-friend' and was afraid that his mate wouldn't like Greta either. Not that there was eh.. anything not to like about Greta.. she was nice and a kind person, smart too to be a reporter and everything. Beanie seemed to like her a lot as well, which was nice.
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Re: The Constant State of Going Nowhere
Wed Sep 28, 2011 9:11 am
As Nathan asked if she had been at Glastonberry, she smiled sadly and shook her head. "No such luck. Maybe one day though," she replied as he explained that it was big. While she kind of figured that out from articles, it was still nice hearing him explain it so simply. Maybe because it was him explaining it as Beanpole Kitty was curled up contentedly in her lap, having made it his by pushing off the files she had propped there, a couple on the concrete next to her, the others that had been in her hand, now still in her one hand but no longer resting on the lap and the other hand now petting the cat. She recognized the name of the shop and nodded. "Been there a couple of times. Nice place," she replied. Yes, they were such a talkative pair but she was enjoying his and Beanie's company.
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Re: The Constant State of Going Nowhere
Sun Oct 02, 2011 6:28 pm
Was this the same Nathan Wright? No doubt his brothers and friends would be utterly amazed to see him sitting around in a park casually.. or at least devoid of most of his nervous 'ums' talking to a woman of the opposite sex. Not even Becca his sister in law could get more then a few words out of him at any one point of time and yet maybe it was Greta's reporter training or the calming effect of Beanpole assuring Nathan that things where 'safe' and to let his guard down for once. Whatever it was Nathan blushed and looked away as he realized he'd smiled for a moment when Greta had. It wasn't on purpose and immediately returned his consciousnesses, the great wall of awkward. He couldn't help but nod though as Greta spoke about Glastonbury, certainly Marcus had been talking about going to the festival for years and even he'd made it, Nathan was sure Greta would too. Greta reminded him a bit of Mel who always seemed able to do anything and everything she put her mind to.
It was probably a social no-no to compare a woman you sort of only just knew to someone who he'd been with for quite a few years and so Nathan kept the thought to himself and focused on packing away the rest of his records and player into his backpack so they would be safe. It reminded him that he'd planned at some point during the afternoon to get some lunch but had become side tracked by shopping and forgot all about it. In many ways Nathan was nervous about talking about New York to well.. a local. He always worried that they where secretly judging him for being a 'tourist' although to be honest there probably wasn't anywhere else in the world that Nathan fitted in better then New York, there was the comforting geometric streets and trains.. Nathan didn't really miss the trams as he always felt awkward about them and worried about cars running into it on a busy day. "Yeah.. it was" Nathan just said as he watched Beanpole for a bit in silence.
Somewhere along the line he'd forgotten all about what little plans he'd had for the day as he glanced at the various files Greta had been working with when he'd walked over. He felt a bit bad now for interrupting her work, he seemed to have been making a habit of being a nuisance after the whole strange fiasco involving the man with the llamas the first time they'd met. "So um.." he managed to say after a long period of introspection as he tried to think of every possible way the conversation might go lest it come back to bite him. "I was eh.. wondering.." Nathan couldn't help but notice that Beanie had rolled over to stare at him. "That is um.. Beanie and I where going to get some lunch and well.. I know it's not really lunch time but if you'd like to get a coffee or well whatever.." Nathan froze, he'd gone straight from silence to babbling, this was not good.. too late he'd remembered that Greta wasn't just a friend of the family or someone he'd known all his life like Mel or Marcus. Nathan had asked because he didn't really like going to cafe's alone lest he tip wrong and get into trouble. It didn't even register to him at first that going for coffee could mean anything more then just something people did when they happened to cross paths. It wasn't that he didn't like Greta.. but that well, she was nice and he'd somewhat come to the conclusion that it was safer to just be friends and nothing more, after all friends where far less likely to dump you after a year or two.
It was probably a social no-no to compare a woman you sort of only just knew to someone who he'd been with for quite a few years and so Nathan kept the thought to himself and focused on packing away the rest of his records and player into his backpack so they would be safe. It reminded him that he'd planned at some point during the afternoon to get some lunch but had become side tracked by shopping and forgot all about it. In many ways Nathan was nervous about talking about New York to well.. a local. He always worried that they where secretly judging him for being a 'tourist' although to be honest there probably wasn't anywhere else in the world that Nathan fitted in better then New York, there was the comforting geometric streets and trains.. Nathan didn't really miss the trams as he always felt awkward about them and worried about cars running into it on a busy day. "Yeah.. it was" Nathan just said as he watched Beanpole for a bit in silence.
Somewhere along the line he'd forgotten all about what little plans he'd had for the day as he glanced at the various files Greta had been working with when he'd walked over. He felt a bit bad now for interrupting her work, he seemed to have been making a habit of being a nuisance after the whole strange fiasco involving the man with the llamas the first time they'd met. "So um.." he managed to say after a long period of introspection as he tried to think of every possible way the conversation might go lest it come back to bite him. "I was eh.. wondering.." Nathan couldn't help but notice that Beanie had rolled over to stare at him. "That is um.. Beanie and I where going to get some lunch and well.. I know it's not really lunch time but if you'd like to get a coffee or well whatever.." Nathan froze, he'd gone straight from silence to babbling, this was not good.. too late he'd remembered that Greta wasn't just a friend of the family or someone he'd known all his life like Mel or Marcus. Nathan had asked because he didn't really like going to cafe's alone lest he tip wrong and get into trouble. It didn't even register to him at first that going for coffee could mean anything more then just something people did when they happened to cross paths. It wasn't that he didn't like Greta.. but that well, she was nice and he'd somewhat come to the conclusion that it was safer to just be friends and nothing more, after all friends where far less likely to dump you after a year or two.
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Re: The Constant State of Going Nowhere
Mon Oct 03, 2011 3:45 am
As a reporter, yes, Greta was trained to bring conversation out of people but just specific conversation, the stuff that was important to whatever article she was working on at the time. Sure, sometimes, she didn't have to work at it at all and got more information than she wanted. There definitely had been a TMI moment or two in her history as a reporter but she wasn't trying to get any information out of Nathan, not trying in the sense of deliberatel y seeking out specific information. This was probably because she was really trying to get herself to communicate clearly without doing her own share of 'uhm'ing' at the moment.
One of the perks of being a reporter was that you got to be the one with the prewritten portion of the script so that made your end of any conversation much easier. Well, if the conversation was an interview or seeking out the story. Running into people at the prerequisite parties or out and about in the city? Not so easy. Not for that quiet girl from West Orange across the river, happier in the back corner of her journalism classroom than out at the pep rally for their teams.
Yet, she did feel more relaxed and willing to converse with one Nathan Wright than most other people that she had not known for years (which was mostly everyone since she kept to herself a lot). Perhaps it was the calming influence of Beanpole Kitty on her lap (read that settled in cat who seemed to have no intention of letting her get up to move till it was ready) but whatever it was, she was actually finding it easy to talk to Nathan.
At Nathan's invitation, Greta realized how much of the morning actually had passed and looked down at her folders and Beanie then looking back up with a shy smile. "I'd like that, yes," she told Nathan as Beanie seemed to emit a positive sounding purr.
One of the perks of being a reporter was that you got to be the one with the prewritten portion of the script so that made your end of any conversation much easier. Well, if the conversation was an interview or seeking out the story. Running into people at the prerequisite parties or out and about in the city? Not so easy. Not for that quiet girl from West Orange across the river, happier in the back corner of her journalism classroom than out at the pep rally for their teams.
Yet, she did feel more relaxed and willing to converse with one Nathan Wright than most other people that she had not known for years (which was mostly everyone since she kept to herself a lot). Perhaps it was the calming influence of Beanpole Kitty on her lap (read that settled in cat who seemed to have no intention of letting her get up to move till it was ready) but whatever it was, she was actually finding it easy to talk to Nathan.
At Nathan's invitation, Greta realized how much of the morning actually had passed and looked down at her folders and Beanie then looking back up with a shy smile. "I'd like that, yes," she told Nathan as Beanie seemed to emit a positive sounding purr.
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Re: The Constant State of Going Nowhere
Fri Oct 07, 2011 10:18 am
"Um.. really?" Nathan asked as Beanie gave Greta the 'gotcha' purr before doing a 180 and climbing off her lap.. finally paydirt! Or so the kitten thought as Nathan shyly brushed his hand though his hair and looked each way wondering what direction they should go. He was horrible with directions and well known to even get lost on his way home from his office. Distractions didn't help either, from the loud chatter of a bunch of girls relaxing by the waterfall to the sound of out of tune Jazz coming from the other side of the park. For the first time he'd really noticed how far he'd gone to find Greta, normally by himself he'd never venture further then where there was still the reassuring hum of the cars and sight of buildings from between the trees. Instead he felt dwarfed by the greenery as he stood up and put his backpack over his shoulder.. wondering for a moment if it would be wise to take Greta's hand so they wouldn't get lost.. until he remembered that she wasn't Abby and well he'd never really had a friend who was a girl before. Well okay in the double-think denials of his mind he had but there had always been a different feeling when he'd been with girls in the past.
Nathan hadn't noticed that he'd frozen in spot until there was a sharp pinch in his leg and he looked down to find Beanpole attached to it. "Oh.. sorry Beanie.." Nathan said picking up the kitten before giving Greta a bit of a embarrassed look. "Um.. I'm not sure.. is it left or right?" he asked as carrying Beanie they came to a split in the path. To Nathan it looked identical, rows of park benches with very, very tall trees blocking out the view of everything else. Slowly the sense of being very small and lost was starting to raise the edge of panic in his mind, but Greta would know where to go right? Nathan had to hope because Beanie had taken to the important job of purring as he clung to Nathan's shoulder and didn't appear to be much use at all.
Nathan hadn't noticed that he'd frozen in spot until there was a sharp pinch in his leg and he looked down to find Beanpole attached to it. "Oh.. sorry Beanie.." Nathan said picking up the kitten before giving Greta a bit of a embarrassed look. "Um.. I'm not sure.. is it left or right?" he asked as carrying Beanie they came to a split in the path. To Nathan it looked identical, rows of park benches with very, very tall trees blocking out the view of everything else. Slowly the sense of being very small and lost was starting to raise the edge of panic in his mind, but Greta would know where to go right? Nathan had to hope because Beanie had taken to the important job of purring as he clung to Nathan's shoulder and didn't appear to be much use at all.
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Re: The Constant State of Going Nowhere
Mon Oct 10, 2011 8:56 pm
"Really!" she answered smiling, gathering up the photos into the magazine and shoving them in her bag. "Maybe you can look at some of these photos and see what it is about them I'm missing?" she asked, hoping maybe he'd have seen the woman in them at one of his concerts or gigs. When she stood up, Nathan had already adjusted his backpack and was giving his attention to the cat who wanted to be picked up. At the DJ's question, Greta had to look around a bit to remember where she had come in from and pointed to the right. "I know there's a couple of good places over there with a nice variety," she suggested and then set off next to Nathan and Beanie, who Greta would swear looked like one very self-satisfied cat at the moment if she really looked at him.
- Nathan Wright
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Current Location : New York, New York, USA
Job : DJ / Musician
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Famous Last Words : Um..
Pet/Familar : BeanpoleKitteh
Re: The Constant State of Going Nowhere
Sun Oct 16, 2011 8:43 pm
Nathan certainly wasn't used to such a positive response, normally it was the case of him tagging along with people much like how Beanpole seemed to do much the same. Maybe it really was going to be a nice day, it was hard for Nathan to not feel that maybe going to America had been the right decision. He was making more money certainly and even made friends.. which was usually the hardest thing in the world for Nathan to manage.. mostly because friends tended to come to him as being less important then music in many cases. It was for that reason that Nathan was forever unreliable for well.. anything as the moment inspiration struck there was nothing he could do but to follow the idea though to the end lest it weigh on his mind until he had a chance to do something with it..or as was just as often the case he'd forget what it was all together and end up sitting at the piano trying to recall just what it had been.
"Um sure.." Nathan said not quite brave enough to ask what kind of photos Greta needed help with. Maybe she was assuming that because Luke had worked as a photographer before moving to sub-editing that he knew a lot about it. All Nathan knew about camera's was what end to point and to press the button so it went click. Naturally he was to be bit surprised and embarrassed when it came around that the photos where of a rather eh... interestingly dressed woman, but for the moment Nathan was quietly pleased to have come across Greta, he tended to be nervous when it came to eating alone in the city lest he forget to tip and get into trouble. Nathan didn't know why they didn't just have the price being what it really was rather then messing about with maths all the time. Patting Beanie who was looking around brightly at the world before crawling up Nathan's shoulder for a better view Nathan was of course utterly unaware of the 'random chance' being more the fault of a certain kitten's doing, but there was as far as he knew no harm in sharing lunch with a friend, and everyone had always said he needed to get out and meet people. New York certainly helped with that!
"Um sure.." Nathan said not quite brave enough to ask what kind of photos Greta needed help with. Maybe she was assuming that because Luke had worked as a photographer before moving to sub-editing that he knew a lot about it. All Nathan knew about camera's was what end to point and to press the button so it went click. Naturally he was to be bit surprised and embarrassed when it came around that the photos where of a rather eh... interestingly dressed woman, but for the moment Nathan was quietly pleased to have come across Greta, he tended to be nervous when it came to eating alone in the city lest he forget to tip and get into trouble. Nathan didn't know why they didn't just have the price being what it really was rather then messing about with maths all the time. Patting Beanie who was looking around brightly at the world before crawling up Nathan's shoulder for a better view Nathan was of course utterly unaware of the 'random chance' being more the fault of a certain kitten's doing, but there was as far as he knew no harm in sharing lunch with a friend, and everyone had always said he needed to get out and meet people. New York certainly helped with that!
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