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Post by hualord on Mar 31, 2007 17:51:19 GMT -8
Oki Watari Nanda was not the only one with issues. Jason King had a serious fashion issue. He liked to dress like it was the eighteen hundreds, or something like that. Weird. Of course, money wasn't an issue at the moment. He didn't have many expenses. Rent, car insurance, gas, utilities, food. That was about it. And because of his masters degree, he got along pretty well with his money. Though he couldn't do math worth shit, he made out alright. Okee-dokee. Now the odds of this happening are slim to none. Have you ever seen your teachers at a grocery store? Have you? Mind you I went with one of mine to the grocery store, but that's only because she takes me home every so often.
Jason King managed to be in the same grocery store as Oki Nanda. He had seen her around school, but... hadn't had a chance to talk to her and welcome her to the staff. Being that she was a foreigner, and all. Of course the chances of running into one let alone TWO teachers in a grocery store were extremely slim. He was in that aisle with the bread and the eggs and the milk and the peanut butter. It was the bare essentials aisle as he liked to call it. I like to call it "That odd aisle where it's cold and I just want some frickin white bread." That aisle is where he spotted the crutch laden Oki Nanda. He slyly approached her and.. out of the blue said hi.
"Hey... you're Oki Nanda right? Advanced English and Gym? I'm Jason King, Mythology. Looks like you're having a bit of trouble... need some help?"
Awww. What a nice guy. Aside from the fact that he had his eccentricies. Jason was kinda sweet sometimes. Though he could be a real horror in the classroom. Damn those flying toys. The jagged edges of battle bots and pokemon are not to be mocked. Especially when they hit you in the eye.
Now I see why the students call her disproportioned.....
Like a man, he had obviously spotted her... attributes. But like a good man with integrity, he didn't dwell on them. His eyes remained where appropriate. That's right! Appropriately away from her attributes.
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Post by hualord on Apr 3, 2007 19:26:32 GMT -8
"Alrighty. Give me those and I'll put them in my little basket here, and you can crutch yourself around picking things out."
Thank the lord for those little baskets in grocery stores. He had his bare essentials in his. Peanut butter, bread, milk, eggs. Or course now he'd be taking her bag from her, and hooking it on to the little metal bar so it wouldn't fall from the basket and make a mess. Then he'd have to clean it up because it would've been his fault. An eye caught those muscles. Dear lord.
Note to self; do not piss off Oki Nanda.
He dubbed her eccentric. In a benign fashion. Because her eccentricy was to speak in the third person.. all the time. He found it amusing. Strange? Sure, but everyone was strange in their own right. Amusing? Like a good read. Very amusing.
Note to self; spend more time with Oki Nanda.
"Call me Jason. Mind if I call you Oki?"
He tilted his top hat. He felt horrible about wearing a hat indoors. Oh God, some patron Angel of etiquette would come down right now, and set his bones on fire. Of course that Angel would have to get authority, which would mean lots of paper work. And by the time that was all filled out. Jason planned on being out of the store.
(No apology required. ^_^)
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Post by hualord on Apr 5, 2007 16:06:48 GMT -8
"Well you're certainly most welcome Oki, and your situation, whatever that might be, is most unfortunate. As for luck, I don't believe there's such a thing as luck. Just oddities that work out for the best. Though I do enjoy helping someone out, makes me feel all warm and tingly inside."
Well she certainly is a very compassionate individual.. is that even the right word? Agh?! Why am I talking to myself?!
Oh dear, she got his name wrong a few times. Must be the cold in the air. He shook his head, and let it go for the moment, rather than correcting her right away. He grabbed a carton of minute maid fruit punch, and some jell-o. What he really wanted to get, was a big fat turkey, but he was the only one that would eat it. After all, you can't feed air turkey.
"Yes, I'm doing maintenance shopping, and.. my name is Jason, not James, and don't worry about mixiing up my name, people tend to call me James anyway. I think our boss does."
God I hope he doesn't....
He chuckled when he started on 'my name is'. It was true that people tended to get his name mixed up. There was three James' in his family anyway, his family members (the ones that didn't know him too well) just assumed he was a James. Because of that, he tends to answer TO James and Jason.
"Odd little world we live on isn't it?"
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Post by hualord on Apr 17, 2007 16:49:34 GMT -8
"Like I said Oki, don't worry about it."
Her apology struck his heart strings. She said it wholeheartedly, and he just wanted to pat her on the head and tell her it was all ok. Especially since her facial expression said that she was mortified that she actually got his name wrong. He didn't mind it. He just didn't want her to start crying right there, boy that would be awkward. Jason wouldn't know what to do.
Don't cry Oki, no no no no, no crying....!
"I'll agree with you there, life is a play, the world is the stage, we're all the characters. So you can never say you didn't do anything, because no matter how big or small your part in the play was, you actually mattered in the production. Because it would never be the same without you."
Wow, what a philosophical speech. Kudos Jason. That has to be one of the smartest things he's ever said.
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Post by hualord on Apr 28, 2007 19:13:08 GMT -8
"Brilliant suggestion! Let's see.. who do I have. Mr. Hayes, that Keith fellow, Ms. Chi, Ms. School Captain, that Justin dolt, and a few other kiddies from different grades. I have a variety that signed up for my one.. very interesting class. What about you?"
He was just about done shopping. Jason grabbed a little this and that. And was quite pleased that she hadn't begun crying, but had actually began laughing at his emergency statement. He would have felt so awkward if she had begun to cry. That would have really sucked for him. People would have stared, he would have gotten horribly mean looks. Someone probably would have called him a son of a bitch. It would have been a huge embarrassment.
Thank you God... damn I'm lucky...
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Post by hualord on May 3, 2007 18:37:38 GMT -8
"Oh thanks. I wasn't expecting that.... there really isn't much I have to do. Aside from go to regional dramas and such. But that's about it. Which date is good for you Oki?"
Jason had finished all of his shopping by then. He had the usual maintenance items. PB and J, milk, jell-o. What ever. The proposition of having dinner with Oki sounded like fun. Hell, it'll probably be grand. Being as he does think she is entertaining, and well.. attractive of course. But that was no way to start thinking about a colleague! That would just get worse!
Shit.... must... stop..... I give up..
"Check out, check out, check--- aw schnetzlekreig."
The check out seemed to be a little jammed. Now a little jammed usually is a problem for Jason. He can never choose because all the lines look to be the same length. And obviously you want to get in the shortest line. So which one do you pick? Out of eight? NOT good. Not good!
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Post by hualord on May 7, 2007 16:06:54 GMT -8
"Any night? Hmmm... how about this Friday? Or Saturday? I can't do Sunday because of Church. But I'm usually free on Friday's and Saturdays. I like to spend my nights doing Graduate research."
He let her lead him into the line that was slightly shorter than the others. How did he miss that? He was usually a very careful and detailed person. Never did he miss a detail. Maybe he needed to get his eyes checked.
Hmmm.. I need to see my optometrist...
His eyes were fine, he was just a bit distracted. Normally he wasn't distracted at all. Women do that, distract. He set down his items. Jell-o, peanut butter, bread, Milk. Things of that nature. He completely missed the underlying nature of her availability. Mostly because he wasn't too critical of her.
"I like this supermarket.. it's close to home. Speaking of which, I doubt you drove here, how far do you live from here?"
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Post by hualord on May 14, 2007 9:47:52 GMT -8
"Friday it is then. It is, as they say, a date."
He wondered how that particular phrasing would strike with her. Then shrugged it off, she probably knew it wasn't exactly a date date. Just.. a set time for meeting. Yes, that's what he settled on. A set time for two friends two meet. Not a date in the sense where two people of special interest meet.
....Her pants..... just slid.... down....... hips.....
"That would be an uncomfortable walk if it was messy out. You're lucky you live close to this market. Most markets really don't give a damn about their neighborhoods. This one does some good charity work in the area."
He said, trying to get his mind of her attributes. God love him for him trying to be a man of high integrity, but God should also love him for being a red-blooded American. Jason shook his head quickly, and had beaten off the beast.
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Post by hualord on May 14, 2007 14:17:26 GMT -8
"It is a shame that it is such a rarity. Though about the little boy, I'm sure he's only curious about strangers because he's got a thing for you, or something of the sort. Almost every little boy has a crush on an older woman at some point."
He smiled at that, it was a very funny memory of his. He remembered when he was a little boy he exhibited the same behaviors. It was only when he entered middle school that he started to take a different direction in his taste in women. Completely around his age; and Oki wasn't making that attraction any easier.
Damn.. the Bikini!.... Forgive me God... I just had a dirty thought.....
He put his hand over his face and closed his eyes for a second while the cashier checked out his goods. It wasn't nearly as much as Oki had checked out. But it was maintenance shopping after all. He paid his bill, and packed his things in the required amount of bags.
"Want me to walk with you? I'm enjoying our conversation."
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Post by hualord on May 21, 2007 17:57:27 GMT -8
"God, this hill must be a doozy if you're wishing I'm in good health."
He watched her shuffle around with her clothing. If it was anything else, he would have done the gentlemanly thing and helped her with it. But that was a boundary not to be crossed! You can look, sometimes. But you can never touch! Staring is not polite, and rape is not polite! Jason rolled his eyes for a moment and then chuckled at her last comment.
"Apology accepted. Why don't we avoid the hill and take the car?"
It was her decision, she was the current cripple. Therefore if she wanted to walk, they'd walk. If she wanted to ride. They'd ride. Now mind you, Jason's not a very charitable person on the road. In fact, he can be rather crass to his fellow motorist.
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Post by hualord on May 24, 2007 14:59:22 GMT -8
"I'll be right back. Stay here."
He said as he left her standing there making sure he had taken her stuff first. He had plenty of strength to carry it to his car. It wasn't an issue, that would be his argument, the other side would be, it's the gentlemanly thing to do. When he got to the vehicle, he popped open the trunk, and put the bags in. Then closed it.
Key, ignition, vroom!
After a few moments he pulled up next to her in a Chevrolet Equinox, brand new. Only a week old. He was very proud of the first car that he got without his parents as cosigners. Despite the fact that he had his old car for over ten years. They just don't make vehicles like they used to. He rolled down the window and unlocked the passenger side door.
"Need a life Ma'am? There be wild things in these parts."
In his absolute, most charming, best, western accent. The inside of the vehicle was all... glorious. Smooth, comfortable, buttons. OH THE BUTTONS! All sorts of volume controls and such. He got the vehicle in anticipation of his impending need of it in the near future.
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Post by hualord on May 29, 2007 13:53:31 GMT -8
AWAY UNCLEAN THOUGHTS!
He thought to himself, as he locked the doors with a nifty button, locked the windows. And adjusted the air conditioning. He tried very very hard not to pay attention to her issue with the shirt. He just smiled at her when she got in.
"Ok, where to?"
It's like she's trying to seduce me...
Jason banished unclean thoughts again, and pressed on the gas pedal, making the vehicle move forward and stop blocking traffic. Which was a great great thing. Because people were impatient, honking their horns and almost provoking Jason to the point where he would lose himself and flip the birdie.
"Really, how long has it been since you've been in a car?"
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Post by hualord on May 30, 2007 12:40:50 GMT -8
"Oh? Well I'm glad that you trust me so much."
Jason said in a confident tone. She grasped his free hand, and held on. He didn't let go, mostly because she probably needed the comfort. Mostly. He pulled out of the grocery store's parking lot, onto the street. And drove in his normal manner. Fast, but not too fast. Courteously, but not obnoxious.
"So what happened?"
Jason inquired, looking for what the aftermath was like. If it was anything like he thought it would be. Then she had every right to be afraid of vehicles. But fender benders aren't anything particularly scary, after your first one.
"Tell me when to turn."
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Post by hualord on Jun 2, 2007 11:38:16 GMT -8
Jason turned where she told him to turn. Following her direction to the letter. Listening to her story with a patient ear. What a tragedy, he couldn't imagine something like that happening to him. Being forced to look at your dead parent while trapped in a car, for hours. He truly empathized.
"I'm so sorry. That had to be hard, I don't know what it's like to lose a parent. Though I can empathize. If you need to talk, I'll lend an ear."
They were heading up the hill now. He was driving a bit safer, after hearing the story. The last thing he wanted to do was scare the living daylights out of her. And permanently traumatize her when it came to cars.
Jeeze that really sucks.
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Post by hualord on Jun 9, 2007 9:39:32 GMT -8
He nodded earnestly, and pulled up carefully. Parking on the street in front of the building. What a quick parallel parking job. Mmm, I couldn't have done better myself. Just pulled right in there and straightened himself out. The teacher got out of the drivers seat, and walked around to the other side of the comfortable vehicle, and opened the door for her, offering a hand to help her down.
"Need some help up to your apartment?"
He assumed that she lived in one of the upper floors, because she lived alone, and there were only two apartments on the bottom floor of a building. Usually. He hadn't really been in this part of town much, just to school, from school, some necessary shopping, and visiting his family. That was about all he did these days. It was a fresh change of pace.
"I'll carry your things."
I don't need her hurting herself on those stairs, that would just complicate things.
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