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Post by jinx on Mar 18, 2009 21:59:30 GMT -5
((Real life? What's that? o.O))
Jinx had to admit to herself, she was glad she was not going back to Xavier's by herself. It was going to be awkward enough as it was. This guy seemed really nice, and had a rather interesting power. Though it seemed to get in the way of simple things, like just trying to get past security. Kind of hard to do when your body keeps setting off the metal detector. "Hey, I just realized. I don't even know your name." She said with a small laugh of realization.
Jinx couldn't help but notice how people seemed to avoid him and it made her frown. Though he didn't seem to notice, or care. One of the two. Following him with her brown eyes she watched him take a seat again. "Haven't played those in a while." She mused with a grin. Looking at the paper she laughed softly, "Yeah, kind of is." Jinx said in agreement when he said it was rather bland.
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Post by Jagd Asimov Metschulin on Mar 18, 2009 22:19:48 GMT -5
((A passing distraction.))
Jagd looked up at her with an ironic smile.
"My name is Jagd Asimov Metschulin." he pronounced, the heavy Germanic words harsh on his tongue. "You're free to come up with a nickname instead of forcing yourself to pronounce that. May I learn yours, lady?"
He looked back to the Mad Lib, and after a moment of consideration flipped it over and considered the page on the back.
"Somebody from China wrote this." he said disgustedly, and then, for personal amusement, he started filling out each Mad Lib page with words from the airport terminal map.
((Yes, I just did cheap out on the Mad Lib.))
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Post by jinx on Mar 18, 2009 22:23:52 GMT -5
Jinx's eyes went rather wide when he pronounced his name, that was certainly one she hadn't heard before. "I'll um, just call you Jagd." She said with slight amusement to her tone. "You can call me Alexandria." It was still weird for Jinx to give out her real name, as most people called her that at Xavier's. "Are you hungry?" She asked suddenly, she was starting to get hungry and wouldn't mind getting something to eat with him.
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Post by Jagd Asimov Metschulin on Mar 18, 2009 22:34:09 GMT -5
"Food." he said, amused. "The great unifier."
A whimsical expression plastered on his face, he stood up, flinging the Mad Lib over his shoulder in the direction of the trash can. When the sound of the can clanging reached his ears, Jagd's eyes widened for a split second.
"Well, damn." he said, peering back over his shoulder. He had nailed the shot. "Pardon my French."
He did a strange little two-tap of his combat boots and then stooped to swipe up Alexandria's bags. "I could use something to eat." he finally affirmed. "Where to, miss?"
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Post by jinx on Mar 18, 2009 22:40:40 GMT -5
Jinx held an amused expression on her features when he first spoke up. Watching him as he stood up she followed the mad lib with her eyes as he flung it over his shoulder. When he made the shot she looked up at him with an amused expression. Laughing softly when he danced briefly she shook her head, "It's alright, I've been known to have a... colorful vocab at times." She explained, dismissing his use of the word 'damn'. At first, Jinx wondered what he was doing as he grabbed her bags but then blushed, "I got it, but thanks." She said as she moved to take them from him. "I don't know, maybe a pizza place or McDonald's?" She suggested, though there wasn't much she could eat at McDonald's considering she was still a vegetarian.
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Post by Jagd Asimov Metschulin on Mar 18, 2009 22:53:33 GMT -5
"Alrighty then." Jagd replied, sardonic smile firmly in place. "Besides, we all know it was the French that invented swearing."
His German prejudices were apparently not dead either.
"I'm not fond of grease bait." he said distastefully, sidestepping Alexandria's attempt to reclaim her bags and sticking his tongue out at her. "Something healthier? I am a growing . . . well, man-child."
He frowned. "It's so hard to justify yourself of idiocy once you're past your teenage years." he muttered.
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Post by jinx on Mar 18, 2009 22:58:50 GMT -5
Jinx raised an eyebrow, "I didn't know they had." Guess you learn something new everyday. When he said he wasn't fond of her choices she laughed softly. Frowning when he sidestepped, not allowing her to get her bags back she then made another move to get them. She found it a bit awkward having someone she really didn't know being so nice in taking her bags. "Any suggestions?" She asked when he suggested some place healthier.
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Post by Jagd Asimov Metschulin on Mar 18, 2009 23:07:24 GMT -5
He glanced at her frown, and then handed her bags back. Reading body language was something of a specialty of his.
"The French turned snails into a revered cultural appetizer, coined the term menage a trois, and elected a short man as Emperor." he pointed out. "They're like the cradle of sin."
Jagd's brow furrowed momentarily in thought before he replied, "I know an Italian resturant that uses mostly soups, broths, and some spices. Would that be alright?"
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Post by jinx on Mar 19, 2009 19:48:37 GMT -5
Jinx's nose scrunched up in disgust when he reminded her of the whole consuption of snails in France. How anyone could eat that stuff was beyond her. Just the thought of someone eating a bug was disgusting and made her shiver with disgust. When he said he knew of an Italian restaurant she shrugged, "Sure, sounds fine."
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Post by Jagd Asimov Metschulin on Mar 19, 2009 19:59:56 GMT -5
"Then come along." he said, standing and stretching briefly. There was a number of unpleasant-sounding cracks, and Jagd winced visibly.
" . . . Slowly." he muttered, and limped to the end of the terminal a short walk away, opening the door, holding the glassy thing there, and turning just enough to raise an eyebrow at Jinx.
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