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Post by VIVIEN DE LUCA on Apr 9, 2015 23:09:46 GMT
all he remembers about next door is black hair, pale skin and a sickly smile, but that description also fits the heroine of that film he watched last night (was it a film? or a documentary? maybe a television show?) but he's too wired, stringy and cold to think clearly right now. divide fact from fiction and truth from lie.
with a far too optimistic here goes nothing he leaves his apartment door slightly ajar and walks out clutching his entire duvet around his shoulders. some kind of cape for the king of sleep, perhaps.
he knocks once, twice. rubs his eyes with a hand and one side of the duvet falls at his feet, exposing a too big, too thin shirt.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 10, 2015 3:26:51 GMT
her hair is still wet, she's wearing sweatpants, and she's not prepared for guests. she's not sure if it's relief or dread (oh god, it's him) that she feels when she recognizes her neighbour. sometimes she greets him in passing. usually he doesn't answer. "brown or white sugar?" which is her polite and amiable way of asking what do you want. VIVIEN DE LUCA |
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Apr 10, 2015 11:58:02 GMT
Post by VIVIEN DE LUCA on Apr 10, 2015 11:58:02 GMT
he pulls his duvet back onto his other shoulder and holds onto it weakly. a passing comment arises in his mind about drying one's hair as soon as you get out of the shower, but vivien doesn't find himself caring all that much.
"d'ya have any coffee?" he asks instead, voice strained. "ran out 'm not awake. wait a sec." he forces his eyes wider, staring.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2015 3:19:13 GMT
he looks pitiful and drowsy. the jury may still be out on if violetta truly is a bleeding heart or if her entire life has always been one big publicity stunt, but she can't turn him down. she's unprepared for guests, but not busy enough to refuse. and she certainly doesn't want to make a bad first impression. "uh, sure. come in." it comes out in a tone perfectly measured to be neither cheerful nor irritated. pushing open the door slightly, she's already heading for the kitchen, glancing over her shoulder with a tilt of her head as a question. VIVIEN DE LUCA |
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Apr 12, 2015 15:21:28 GMT
Post by VIVIEN DE LUCA on Apr 12, 2015 15:21:28 GMT
he isn't senile enough to forget to close his apartment door, but almost trips over himself in the process.
he then walks in, follows her footsteps, cold feet on wooden flooring. he almost forgets he's barefooted, remembers it doesn't really matter.
her subtle gesture is lost on him, because he stands and stares at her living space instead, trying to rerun their conversation to remember what he wanted to say until he's interrupted by the grumble of his stomach and a headache wrenching yawn.
"you're... uh... vi... violetta crane right?" he squints at her, rubbing his stomach in small circular motions.
"i've got some of your cds."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2015 4:34:13 GMT
"oh," her lips turn up into an earnest smile. "yeah." she's not glamorous enough to be a celebrity, but she likes to be recognized, she brightens a little. "thanks."her apartment is nondescript, minimal but not in any fashionable or calculated way. violetta leads him to the kitchen, where she fills the kettle and leans against the counter. "it's weird that we haven't properly met yet. how long have you been here?"VIVIEN DE LUCA |
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Apr 22, 2015 22:33:40 GMT
Post by VIVIEN DE LUCA on Apr 22, 2015 22:33:40 GMT
in his hazy sleep deprived state, he pinches at his stomach. there's barely anything there, but pain has never failed to distract himself from hunger.
"ten minutes." he mumbles belatedly, back knocking into the fridge. he chooses stares bleary eyed at the kettle instead.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 24, 2015 2:41:03 GMT
she follows his gaze to the kettle, watching it boil for a moment before looking back to her guest. he looks listless and thin - very european, violetta thinks, drumming her fingertips on the counter. "so where are you from?""and i didn't catch your name."even befriending a neighbour is curt when violetta attempts it. VIVIEN DE LUCA |
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Apr 25, 2015 12:39:51 GMT
Post by VIVIEN DE LUCA on Apr 25, 2015 12:39:51 GMT
he resigns himself to the floor, sits with his legs crossed. his duvet is wrapped around him, a white, human, anthill.
he rubs his temples with his thumbs, finds that his drowsiness has just been, more or less, replaced by a headache.
"i'm from next door. i'm your neighbour." he looks up with a lazy how did you not even know that kind of expression. he almost feels a little annoyed, but mostly baffled.
"call me vivien. enchanté and all." he offers her a hand from his anthill.
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Post by Deleted on May 12, 2015 2:50:29 GMT
her brows lift - violetta stares at his hand with pursed lips before she takes it, loosely. "absolutely charmed." her tone is indicative of the opposite. tucking her hair behind her ear, she takes a seat at a kitchen table chair with its back to him - she sits sidelong to watch him out the corner of her eye, but vivien comes little more than a blur, a part of the furniture in his stillness as they sit and listen to the kettle boil. when it's done, she stands up makes him a cup. her movements are sharp and efficient and a little bit noisy. the coffee is instant, and she has carton of cream and a spoon for the sugar. these she sets down beside the mug on the table, and she looks to vivien expectantly. (maybe he's more of a pet than he is furniture, she thinks, staring down at the cup.) VIVIEN DE LUCA |
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