Roleplay

( Okay that's what I thought. I'm good with that. And I'm considering having Eve, at least for now, be stuck in an all-too-angel-y cycle of volunteering for various organizations depending on which suits her mood for the time being. But what she'll eventually actually want to do is be a veterinarian. Animal angel xD But it'd suit her. Okay. Back to typing response! )

Eve flushed slightly at the sound of her own laugh as well as the smirk of his that followed it, naturally ducking her head. There she went again, making one of those motions she often used to hide behind her hair. She really needed to stop doing that. She willed the color to fade from her cheeks as she sat up straighter, looking up again.
Mrs. President. Well, she couldn't lie, that had a rather nice ring to it. "It's miss, actually," she automatically corrected, trying not to crack a smile as he continued on with the milkshake joke. She continued to pick at her bowl and eat pieces of the bread as she went, realizing it probably somewhat looked like she was playing with her food. She genuinely wasn't, this was just how she went about it. And the soup was a sort of comfort food...which, funny enough, went along with the current company.
She wasn't sure what she'd expected to happen when she'd "rolled" into town without so much as a warning to Sparky. She'd been needing a break, between her parents and her volunteer work that she'd been borderline pushed into doing-not that she was against volunteering, of course she was all for it, but there were other things she'd rather be doing than sacrificing so much of her time as she currently was. That wasn't to say she didn't love what she did, or the occasional moves to new places when things got a little weird or it was obvious that neither she nor her parents were changing, but...
Either way, reasons for being in town aside, she hadn't been planning on dinner with anyone, and she especially hadn't expected to be left at a table having that dinner with an entirely different person.
And she certainly hadn't anticipated she'd enjoy it.
Eve gave a serious nod in regards to his second question. "Along with information regarding the flavor of the month. There's a whole informational packet I could give you, though I'm not sure you're Milkshakers' Anonymous material yet." She proceeded to make a face at his sarcastic response to her question, which sounded so much like something Sparky would say. She could only imagine the trouble Sparky was currently whipping up and plopping herself in the middle of. "What made you get into the personal trainer thing? It's not really something you hear about a lot," she said. She already knew, if Sparky were there, that Sparky would have a scathing, questioning attitude about what he said he did. Eve was just genuinely curious, it seemed a lot more interesting than cycling through various volunteer positions. At least she currently had a good one, working at an animal hospital close to where her parents lived.
Her parents still couldn't understand why she preferred to work with and help animals rather than living human beings.

Dimitri allowed the smirk to linger a little longer as she mentioned pamphlets and made the stunning remark that he wasn't 'Milkshaker material' yet. He let the comment slide though as she changed the topic once more to something more serious. His initial response was a shrug but mainly it was a filler while he collected his thoughts to give her a proper answer. "I suppose it all started with my love for exercise and cooking. The rewards, attitude and general wellness that you get after you workout is an accomplishment of itself. You feel good about yourself. Eventually, you learn to like and appreciate your body while learning to properly care for it. Mix the cooking in and you can whip up some healthy dishes to make sure you're on track with your goals and not ruining all the work you did that day. They say that you'll never work a day in your life if you enjoy what you do so, it's what I've chosen to do. Granted, it's not the most secure job but its one that gets paid for if people are willing to put forth the effort and want a change made in their lives. It gives me a chance to show others how they can improve themselves with basic exercises. You don't have to do a lot, or even complex workouts to have a lot of change. You just have to do the right ones. The goal is to get them motivated and feeling good about themselves. Sure, many want to lose weight or look better but it's your overall attitude about yourself that counts." He explained, not sure if that quite covered everything. Everyone's experience was different but he just enjoyed teaching and boosting confidence in others. "The traveling is a nice perk though. You get to learn about different cultures, new foods, new languages. You learn to appreciate what you do and don't have. Hopefully, a change in professions isn't in the near future; but life happens so who knows what tomorrow will bring." he said, hoping that he'd explained it well enough for her. He didn't know if she was the type who exercised or not and he wasn't about to ask. The personal training was half of his career, the other half involved side contracts and occasionally betting fights to win in cash and save it all for another move to a different city. "Does that answer your question?" he asked, hoping that it did but if it didn't he'd try to clarify.


Hann finished his game, winning the round and called out for another round of glasses for the table. A pair of his men took the break in between games to bring Han the news that three of the men had gone out for something quick and had yet to return. Their absence didn't bother him but what they might be doing did. He didn't need any of his men getting hurt or causing trouble before the big night. The last thing he wanted was unfunctional men or ones who were sitting behind bars. Sighing as he realized he'd have to spend time making were they weren't getting themselves in trouble he told the man to take two others to check the safe house in case they had decided to call in early. He didn't want to bother the rest of the group, leaving them to their games, fun, and drinks. A quiet decline to the next game was given before he slid off the seat and shrugged on his jacket. His pair of silver bracelets, one on each wrist, glinted in the dim lighting as he made his way out of the bar. Hopefully, the boys didn't go far. But his group was a mixture of drinkers, hardheads, fighters, and even some of the dim headed. Their flaws was why they were all there. Despite their flaws, they could still run this city. Everyone else saw them as stupid, dumb, or brutal but he showed them something else. He showed them what they were capable of. Yes, it came with discipline at times but he always made sure his point was made. The usual sounds of scuffling, voices, and grunts of pain caught his attention not long after being outside. Most likely another drunken fight but knowing his boys he figured he might as well check it out. Finding the fight was easy enough and a few glimpses offered him all he needed to see. Sure enough, they were in a fight, and regardless of who started it they were having their butts handed to them by, you wouldn't guess, a girl. The sight was enough to amuse him, granted he wasn't thrilled at the idea of wounded men but hopefully this would be enough to humiliate them. If a lady was able to beat their butts they deserved it. Then again he didn't see the reason why the girl was even there though. A multitude of reasons occurred to him but he figured he'd find out soon enough. For now, he just waited to be noticed, leaning against the brick wall in the silent dark, observing the scene before him.

Eve was a bit taken aback as Dimitri offered a non-committal shrug in response to her inquiry. While one part of her wasn't all that surprised by the motion, she found another part of her was somewhat disappointed by the initial apparent lack of desire to answer. Which, she supposed after she'd asked it, shouldn't have come as a surprise; humans didn't characteristically share many personal things upon first meeting one another, and some may have considered her questioning his job choice as either too invasive or even rude. What's wrong with being a personal trainer? would undoubtedly have been a response given by some.
So she did her best to keep herself from looking too astonished when he answered her question. And not only answered it, but fully, completely responded to it, explaining why he'd gotten into it, his reasons for enjoying it, his explanation of motivating people. Eve felt surprisingly disarmed in the face of his quiet honesty, which was a lot more than she'd expected to get from someone who'd randomly decided to sit at her table.
She gave a nod when he asked if that answered her question, unable to quite form the words to portray Not only did you answer them, you elaborated a lot more than I'm used to for being someone I just met.
It'd be nice if he would stop making some of her previous dates look so bad. ...then again, Nathan had single-handedly made himself look bad by not showing up, but that was besides the point.
She wasn't entirely sure how to reply to what he had said, but the inability to answer actually felt good, in a weird way. Eve wasn't used to being told enough information, enough reasoning behind someone's thought processes that she couldn't formulate a reply.


Sparky grinned darkly at the growled response from the man prone at her feet, something she had expected from someone who appeared to be...well, part of something not-good people worked for. She let the crude word for female slide as it held no meaning to her; it was accurate, what he'd called her, and she wasn't stupid enough to argue it. "I have a name, that's not it," she said instead, threateningly raising one foot over his face where he could see it. He should be terrified of her, between the wings she'd magically conjured previously, the fact she'd engaged him and his group in a deadly dance that'd ended with them all knocked out, and her ability to effortlessly balance in six-inch heels.
There were a few mumbled apologies at her new threat, which she accepted, lowering her foot back down to the ground. One at a time, she went around to each man, prodding him until he opened his eyes; she then made eye contact for about five seconds, just enough to infiltrate their foggy, intoxicated minds and blur enough of their memories to make each of them believe their injuries had come from a silly back-alley fight amongst themselves. Once she was pleased with the fact she'd wiped herself from their memories, she lightly hopped over the brunet and headed back out of the alley. "Alright, boys, well. That was fun, do tell your friends, and thanks for the game of pool-"
The cheeky taunt died in her throat as she spotted a bystander, leaning near the door back to the bar. Judging by the clothes he wore and the attitude he held himself with, she wouldn't be surprised if he were somehow related to the four men she'd left splayed behind her. His hair was nearly white, at least in this lighting, rather long and seemingly tied back in some manner or another; she couldn't tell his eye color, not from here, and he...well, rather looked like someone Sparky often threw herself into cahoots with. Meaning he, generally speaking, gave off trouble waves. Eve would be ashamed to know she was once again finding trouble. His expression was rather unreadable, but that wasn't what concerned her.
How much had he seen?
She would play that off, though, and pray he'd only caught the end of it after her wings had been reglamoured. Making them visible had been a stupid, rash decision; she'd have to wait to talk to him to tell if she'd have to twist his memories too. As she approached the door, the only sound in the alley was the clicking of her heels on the cement. "Well," she began as she reached the yellow orb of light given off by the light just to the left of the door. He still hadn't really moved, propped against the brick wall, almost as though he had to be there for it to remain standing. "...not to critique, but if those guys were with you, I'd invest in some better henchmen, Ponytail."

( Oh...Sparky, why are you like this. Just why. lol )

(Question. Just so that I can form Dimitri's backstory in my head. Are angels born angels or are they people who died and became angels? )

The question hadn't been as bad as he'd expected. At least it was something he could answer. He hated lying despite the ease and familiarity he'd grown with it over the years. Dimitri, satisfied with her solemn nod, continued to eat. A minute of silence offered him the chance for a couple of bites of steak with his potato before he his thoughts got ahead of himself. "You should start a company." he offered. The comment probably a bit out of the blue but he'd been wondering about her bread bowl. He'd quietly and unintentionally had been observing her use of it. He'd never seen bread used in that way before, perhaps he just hadn't been looking hard enough. "Start a bread bowl company. I bet you'd be rich. Less dishes, more food; convenient." he explained after realizing that his random words wouldn't mean much unless he offered a reason. "Does it work with all soups?" he inquired, unable to stop himself. If it did that's be neat. But he had a feeling that only the thicker bases of soups worked with the bread lining.

Han's gaze didn't leave the female figure as she proceeded to tower over his men, exchanging a few last words. A human's instinct was a unique one. You could sense the weight of a gaze and it was one tool that was always at his disposal. A simple look could help you learn more than someone would imagine. As the lady began her walk back to the bar he could see the flicker of surprised awareness that crossed her face. A faint smirk lifted the corners of his mouth, the subtle transition unseen in the dark. For a minute the only sounds were the steady pace of her heels, the buzz of the street lamp, and the usual sounds of the night-life. Her words, meant to either hurt or at the very least show her lack of approval, invited a chuckle from him. Ponytail, eh? That was a new one. The nickname only made his smirk broaden in amusement. New men? Doubtful. But for her? She'd probably need new heels by the end of the night. He'd recognized her from inside, glimpses here an there but now she'd have his attention for the rest of the night. It wasn't every day you met a lady who could handle herself. "...not to critique, but if you just fought in those shoes of yours, you;d probably invest in a new pair. Darling." he said, knowing that using someone's words against them would stick longer than syrup. He let her pass without incident before starting to where his men were sprawled. She might think she had te last word but without warning as she neared the door one of her heels broke. The stiletto breaking at the narrower region. Sure he'd done it. For multiple reasons in fact. The way she'd looked at his men. To any person it might seem strange but to him it had his suspicions rolling. The heel though. Well that was for pure fun, and it was easily explainable. Besides how could you accuse someone of breaking your heel when they're multiple feet away and all you did was have and exchanging of words? He had to deal with his men so he left her to deal with her shoe. Based on her attitude and commitment he didn't like a broken shoe would destroy her night, only ruin it slightly.

( I'm actually not sure. I feel like they're born that way, given what I know of Eve's family. But I'm fine with either way, or maybe there's both?

...how dare you mess with a woman's shoes, Han. How dare you. )

( Perhaps there's pure angels. Angels who are born angels, and then angels. Ones who become angels after they've died and those are the ones who are more prone to become a fallen angel. Of course, pure angels are susceptible to become fallen, but it typically doesn't happen. But is Even and her family are pure then Sparky would be an exception lol. I'm fine with whatever, but thinking about it now, having Dimitri be an angel/fallen because he died in his previous life would make more sense... and make thins a little interesting. )

( Oooh, yeah, we could do that :D Ah well...Sparky would be something of an exception, I can't imagine the things she attempted to do in order to bring back whoever it was she loved. Knowing her, she went 210% and did everything she could and completely disregarded rules; I feel like some kind of dark magic was involved. And if they were "pure" angels, I can't even imagine the backlash her parents would've gotten when Sparky fell and heck, what they even say about her to Eve now that she's dark, basically. And that would be interesting, just to have it be different :3 I think Eli would come from a pure line too just wait til his parents hear what he's been up to.

Goodness, that gets me thinking! I feel like that would be another way for angels to like...separate themselves, meaning the pure ones would rather be with pure angels, though they would be okay with angels...like I feel discrimination coming on here aha )

( Lol. That really does offer a lot of possibility. I'm fine with whatever you want to do. Either have them just be angels. Or have like two species of angels. )

( I think we'll go ahead and have two, that way I can make Sparky's family even harder on her for falling and really cement Sparky not wanting much to do with them, and you can make Dimitri into whatever you want ^-^ )

Eve had contentedly returned to taking apart her soup bowl and consuming it a piece at a time, pausing for the occasional sip of her strawberry lemonade. Hmm, she wasn't used to finding good strawberry lemonade at little off-the-main-road diners; that fact alone made her want to come back again. She could only imagine how good the lemonade would be on an especially hot day. She'd been somewhat entering a food zone when his comment had broken through her focus and she looked up, probably sporting an expression something like a deer in the headlights.
"I should what?" she asked quietly, blinking in the midst of her confusion. She looked down at the bowl, which was now mostly dismantled on the plate in front of her. "Dimitri...I'm pretty sure a bunch of those have already been started. Or exist as small offshoots of larger, general bread companies-haven't you seen people eat these before?" she cut off in the middle of her statements regarding the companies already being a thing to ask. "I mean, I know I eat them weird"-she flushed at that, looking down at the bowl again-"but they're a pretty normal thing."
Eve then proceeded to tilt her head to the right, something she tended to do when bewildered. "I...yes, it tends to work with most soups, but usually the thicker soups. So...don't go thinking you're going to have these with your chicken noodle soup." She chuckled at the thought before continuing. "I thought you were some big, amazing cook. Have you never eaten or made a bread bowl with soup in it like this?"


Sparky heard the familiar mental alarm bells as a smirk appeared on his face; either he was amused by her cheekiness, or was acting like it and she'd pay for it later. She couldn't tell which. Her eyes narrowed for a fraction of a second when he used her disdainful sentence on her but topped it off with darling, a term that borderline made her roll her eyes. Coming from someone who didn't appear to be in league with a bumbling team of monkeys, it may have been endearing. But at the moment, she was heavily judging him for the men he appeared to be connected to, and she'd definitely been serious in the unimpressed tone she'd used when dismissing the men in the alley.
She didn't say anything in response as she continued into the bar, unsurprised when he'd headed over to the splayed-out men. Just as the door had swung shut between her and the alley, the heel of the shoe Sparky had used to poke her one victim inexplicably snapped.
Her expression flattened out, her orange eyes glinting furiously as she glared at the back door. A simple human may have written this off as insane coincidence or just a stroke of oddly timed bad luck, but Sparky was far from human. She'd never been human. Coincidences like that didn't happen to her, she didn't believe in them whatsoever. So her mind rushed to the first reasonable explanation that it could provide.
But snapping her heel? On her favorite pair of shoes? Why even?
Swallowing the hiss that nearly escaped her throat, she balanced on one foot with one hand on the wall to tug the broken heel off. She then repeated the motion with her other shoe before standing up straight, looking down at her now-bare feet. "Have fun bandaging your men. Teach them to fight next time," she muttered under her breath as she headed back toward the pool tables, her heels in one hand.
She needed a drink.