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Post by gastonsir on Jun 13, 2012 23:06:33 GMT -5
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One thing that anyone could infer about Anthony was that he was a major gentleman. He went out of his way to help any and everyone, but he also went out of his way to be a smiling face for someone. He was far too investing in making everyone happy that occasionally he forgot to treat himself. Tonight was not that sort of night though... Tonight had been a night for Anthony to treat himself with his favorite things... Baking and cookies. All sorts of cookies all made from scratch. He had a batch of snicker-doodles and sugar cookies in the oven while he went to work mixing the ingredients for oatmeal raisin cookies. He was a machine in the kicthen, yet baking had always been his favorite thing to do. It was stress-free and just plan fun, yet doing it alone was a bit depressing.
Anthony ignored the haunting feeling of how truly pathetic he was... like an emotional girl cooking alone. No, he was just the everyday gay man baking. It wasn't until that thought crossed his mind when he realized that he had neighbors that he had never met before, like the girl next door to him that seemed to have a love for the boy band, One Direction. He occasionally heard it being played, but as soon as some noise echoed through the building, he'd hear it shut off. It was a bit entertaining, yet he never even met the girl... but he did know her name was Jules.
He had seen her in passing, but ill timing seemed to be his best friend as of late. As he finished off getting the all the ingredients stirred in, Anthony retrieved the first batches of cookies and placed them on the stove top before sliding the second batch of snicker doodles and his first batch of oatmeal raisin cookies. Anthony closed the oven and went to work cleaning up his mess from the counter-tops and getting the dishes in the dishwasher. He stripped off his white t-shirt before making his way to his bedroom. He slipped into a nice solid electric blue v-neck and made his way back to the kitchen.
He knew just the perfect way to interact and that was to hand deliver a nice batch of cookies, since he was technically 'new' to the apartment complex. He grabbed a plate from the cabinets and started placing the snicker-doodles and sugar cookies on the plate. He got the aluminum foil and placed it next to the plate before he went off to the bathroom to go through his routine of self-primping. He brushed his teeth first followed by a good flossing before he eyed his hair. It was without gel and looked unkempt... which made him grimace a bit. He needed to do something, but the gelled down comb over... that was just for school and professional purposes. He got out his brush and hairspray.
He worked his hair to stick up (like in the picture) and used the hairspray to hold it in place. Giving himself a genuine smile, Anthony flipped off the lights and made his way back into the kitchen. He opened the oven and looked the cookies over... They were still going to be a few more minutes, so he had time to kill... which he was not the greatest at doing. In a vain attempt, Anthony retrieved his textbooks to work on his thesis. He spend the remaining ten minutes just getting everything settled before he heard the ven beeping that the cookies were done, so with a tired sigh and an eye roll Anthony got up and took the cookies out.
He waited a few minutes before grabbing his keys and the plate of cookies. He left his room and made his way over to Jule's place. He knocked once before hesitating and knocking a second time. "Anyone home?" He asked the door as he shifted his weight and looked around as if nervous, which he was.
"Anthony talking...."
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JULIE HASSALL
CHILDREN'S LITERATURE
ADULT
THE SEA WITCH
THE LITTLE MERMAID
AWAKENED
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Post by JULIE HASSALL on Jun 16, 2012 0:56:56 GMT -5
Julie Hassall liked alone time in her apartment.
It was mostly because it was so beautifully furnished. She had moments of inspiration – colors and fabrics that worked so well together, she couldn’t help but to boast to anyone she had over. It was almost as if she wasn’t even at Jacobs. If she ignored the creaky floors and the uneven oven, she could practically imagine this was an apartment at the Ice Palace. That was too high end for her, though. Just because she deserved everything didn’t mean she always had to want something.
Julie Hassall also liked spending alone time in her apartment because she could do what she wanted. That meant listening to One Direction. It was, obviously, her deepest and darkest secret. She kept this more low key than she did her black outs. In fact, she told almost everybody about those, hoping for an explanation of some sort. Not a soul knew about her love for One Direction. She was completely in the closet. (There were other things she liked doing, like reading and coming up with new ideas for jewelry and browsing the internet).
Today was one of those days where all that mattered was loud music. Julie liked loud music no matter who it was. She gave everything a chance before setting it aside, labeling it as ‘never to be listened to again.’ Cranking her stereo up just loud enough to properly sing and dance around her room, but just quiet enough that no one else would hear, Julie started the music player. (She had a Zune. It was better than iAnything in every way). Julie had barely had time for three songs when somebody knocked.
Fumbling with the music player, she tried five times to pause it before simply ripping it from the speakers. Red in the face and out of breath, Julie hurried to fix her hair while trying to make it to the front room. She mostly hoped whoever it was would leave if she took too long. She prayed to God that they hadn’t heard her listening to One Direction. She would absolutely die if they’d heard her singing along. (It wasn’t that she was a terrible singer. She could hold a note. It was that she was singing along in the first place. If they hadn’t heard her, she could at least come up with some sort of excuse as to why she was listening to ‘Up All Night’ in the first place).
Pausing to check herself in the mirror, she grimaced at the state of her hair and resolved on having at least her clothes looking presentable. Not that she was wearing much. Not that that mattered. It was her apartment, she’d wear what she wanted to. Raking her fingers through her hair, Julie finally made it to the door and pulled it open with a bit too much force. It was mostly annoyance that she’d been interrupted and also curiosity to see who was actually visiting her.
He was tall and extremely good looking. Julie recognized him as someone who lived on her floor (she recognized everyone, though. Julie kept tabs on all the tenants). What was his name? Adam, Alonso, Aaron? No, no, no… so much for keeping tabs on all the tenants. Remembering quite suddenly, she smiled up at him. “Anthony.
” Stepping aside to let him in, Julie looked him over. Extremely good looking and… were those cookies? “What can I do for you?[/color]” If she had to be polite in order to try one of those snickerdoodles, then so be it.
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Post by gastonsir on Jun 27, 2012 18:43:32 GMT -5
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The nerves never settled as he continued to wait for Jules... or someone to answer the door. He considered leaving over twenty times in the seemingly extended wait session that Jules was-- Shit! He heard movement on the other side of the door. He licked his lips and put on his biggest smile as she opened the door. Maybe the smile looked shaky, but it was the best that he had to offer. He was never worried about social interactions, but living outside of New York City for a year seemed to erase the ease of it. Instead, he felt his nerves peak as Jules seemed to appraise him. Her eyes drifting over his figure while a spark of realization hit her. As if she noticed who he was, yet they had never met. She smiled in return, so that eased the tension... only slightly.
Her voice practically purred his name as he moved for him to enter into her humble abode. He bit his lower lip as he stepped into the woman's apartment. His eyes scanned over the interior which the layout matched his, yet she had far more interior design skills than Anthony. He gripped the platter of cookies almost defensively as she asked what she could do for him. Honestly, he just wanted to drop the cookies off and be on his way, but now she has lured him inside her home. He had to be far more polite than just his original plan.
"I came to... Okay. Let me start over." Anthony couldn't find the words that he needed to say. He hated his nerves. Okay, all he had to do was start from the beginning.
"We've never formally met and I figured cookies were the best offering that I give." Anthony smiled as he set the cookies down on her table before approaching her.
"Anthony Stigs. Tenant of Apt. 43." He extended his hand out to Jules and shot her a small smile.
"Anthony talking...."
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