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Post by Owen Harper on Jan 19, 2011 20:00:34 GMT -5
Rubbing the corner of his eye with his left hand, Owen had to say it. “You got a little chicken in your teeth,” said Owen. “And a speck on your chin.” He grinned to her.
Owen ordered another beer from the waitress. “I was told. And I never had the opportunity to ask this. Is it true that your toilets flush the opposite direction up on the northern hemisphere?” asked Owen fishing for a conversation. He figured this relationship had hit a wall. He was not sure it would go further. But he could be curious about Australia and he was. He would like to learn about the country.
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Post by Gylfie Murdoch on Jan 19, 2011 20:41:10 GMT -5
Ooc; Australia is actually right at the bottom
of the Southern Hemisphere.
Blush found itself across Gylfie's cheeks as she ducked below the table and fished for the sesame seed. After she found it, she wiped her chin thoroughly and reappeared, her hair messed up. She smiled again, this time reluctantly. The food was gone, as was her confidence.
"I don't really look at the toilet when I flush it," she said slowly, fixing her hair. "I think it's true. I have friend's in America that test the theory whenever they come to visit me. They look ridiculous! Sitting there and flushing the toilet and giggling..."
She took another mouthful of chicken and rice, making sure to wipe her tongue across her teeth before smiling or speaking again. There was no way she was going to be caught out again.
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Post by Owen Harper on Jan 19, 2011 22:13:01 GMT -5
“You mingle with the Americans?” he asked. “Americans seem easily amused on the smallest thing.”
He blushed at her on she was eating. He shook his head saying nothing. He’s looked down at his plate trying to hold a stifle of laughter. “%#^! Hell,” he said looking at Gylfie. “I am so rubbish at this,” he said looking at her and reaching over to her. “Here let me remove it,” he said. He pulled a piece of red thread that must he got off her hair. "I think this came from the bottom of the table."
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Post by Gylfie Murdoch on Jan 19, 2011 22:28:30 GMT -5
Ooc; I'm sorry, but what did he pull? Your
last sentence doesn't make much sense.
I'll reply after your response. c:
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Post by Owen Harper on Jan 19, 2011 22:39:03 GMT -5
'Tis edited my friend!
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Post by Gylfie Murdoch on Jan 19, 2011 23:00:04 GMT -5
Ooc; Oh, I see now.
"They're alright," Gylfie said, trying not to take offense. She loved her American buddies. They were always so funny and helpful, but they were also quite complex. A few of them had aided in previous Torchwood missions, though they had no recollection of such events.
She went back to eating her food, investing all thoughts into the texture of the chicken and the stickiness of the rice. She was almost surprised when Owen started speaking again, a smile on his face. His expression caused her own sheepish smile. Had she gotten something on her face again?
"Oh, thank you," she said when Owen removed the thread. She didn't blush this time and instead used the break in the silence as another conversation starter. "So how did that fish head dude get your car?"
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Post by Owen Harper on Jan 20, 2011 15:20:42 GMT -5
I reply maybe Sunday or early? I have two auditions to prepare. One tomorrow (got news while I was filming) and Saturday. I might not be on Saturday. =)
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Post by Gylfie Murdoch on Jan 20, 2011 21:38:21 GMT -5
Ooc; That's fine. c: Good luck with your auditions
and stuff.
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Post by Owen Harper on Jan 21, 2011 18:25:31 GMT -5
“It was a car chase,” replied Owen. “I got out of the car at a red light to go after him and he stole my car while my back was turned.” He did not look happy. “We usually don’t have aliens who steal our vehicles except fish head.”
He leaned in. “You know that was not the first time that had happened to me,” he smirked. “We had to go out as a team out to stinky countryside. We had thought there were aliens out there. It had turned out to be a sick cult who ate flesh. When we first got there, I left the keys in the truck.” He shrugged his shoulders. “We were in nowhere land. Stinky smelly grass and they stole it. It was a set up. They lured us out. So I have a small reputation of carelessly,” looks at her hand. “I imagine you know what I am talking about.”
“Gylfie,” Owen said looking up from his fourth beer or was it third. He had lost count. The restaurant had not. He be billed. “Jack does pay me well. You can drink something than water. You don’t need to be a cheat date. You can make yourself expensive as you want. I bill Jack at the end,” he smirked. That was Owen charm but he will actually pay the bill out of his pocket. He had money he needed to spend. "That sounded pick up lines and something else. Don't worry money. You want it you got it. . . well almost."
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Post by Gylfie Murdoch on Jan 21, 2011 21:43:19 GMT -5
Gylfie listened to Owen's stories silently, inwardly trying to stop her left eyebrow from rising cheekily. She didn't want to make any snide comments about his inability to keep track of his vehicles. He probably got enough teasing - or punishment - from the team. There was no way he was getting near the Torchwood Australia's vehicles though. They had very little funding from the start.
She blinked at Owen in surprise when he called her out for drinking water. The men she'd met in the past were happy to see her drinking water. At one stage, when she'd had her first boyfriend, water was all she'd drink. Her boyfriend had chided her on how overweight she was. Of course, she knew she wasn't, but she continued drinking only water, coffee and the odd alcoholic beverage, just to be safe. Had she known any of the other beverages on the menu, she might've ordered something different, but she didn't.
And money. Owen had money. The entire Cardiff team seemed to have money. Jack would need money, what with replacing his bloody coat all the time. The Australian team didn't get as much money, because they weren't in demand as much. Gylfie certainly got less than the others - probably the wage of a store clerk. She liked it that way.
If I had money... She thought absently. What would I do with it? Probably buy more horsies. Ha. Classic.
"I like water," she said, looking down at her now almost-empty glass. "It's healthy. Keeps my kidneys, like... fresh. I don't know." She looked at his bottle of Heineken compared with her glass and smirked, mirroring his previous expression. "Y'know, maybe you should try a glass of water. Lay off the beer a bit. Then that fish dude might get the wrong end of the stick next time."
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Post by Owen Harper on Jan 22, 2011 6:44:00 GMT -5
Owen looked at Gylfie as she was the enemy. He had a look in his eyes. “Me giving up beer,” he looked down at the beer bottle. “Never and ever not in this life,” said Owen sipping his beer. “Don’t worry I wasn’t planning taking advantage out of you. If I did you would not had a chance.”
The truth was Owen was terrible picking up women. He had one way but Jack took his toy away. It was the easiest way for him to have a bird to take home. There is paying them. He did that too. He
missed the alien perfume. That was way wild and fun.
“There are three things in life I can’t live without. This is one of them. Sleeping is one. And the other is sleeping in with women,” he was honest about it. “That’s what I do on my free time. Sleep around, sleep and drink.”
“So what do you on the side?”
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Post by Gylfie Murdoch on Jan 22, 2011 22:41:30 GMT -5
Gylfie smirked at his comments about beer and taking advantage of her. She hadn't shown it yet, but she wasn't exactly dainty when it came to fighting. Sure, she was the office mouse and hardly got a taste of the action, but she was a Torchwood member and Torchwood members required basic training in armed combat and martial arts.
You don't have much of a life... she thought as she listened to Owen's so-called "life". Indeed, she found the things he couldn't live without a bit tacky and cliche. He was a man, through and through.
"On the side?" She said thoughtfully, shoving another mouthful of rice into her mouth and contemplating. After a few seconds of chewing, she swallowed and replied. "Well, before Torchwood, I was a horse trainer working for the government. I really love horse riding and hiking and camping, but I also enjoy urban things - concerts, raves, chilling and stuff."
She shrugged nonchalantly, trying to look calm and respectful. It was true, she enjoyed embracing nature, but she also enjoyed celebrating music and friendship. Unfortunately, she never had the time to actually chill. She was always working, looking after her mother or helping at the horse stables.
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Post by Owen Harper on Jan 23, 2011 20:11:28 GMT -5
“Horses,” Owen said shaking his head. “That explains your wild nature.”
He sipped his beer. “I hate horses. I hate grass. I hate the open country. I hate nature.” He told her flat. It was so Owen to say it. “The smell of grass is awful. I can imagine what horses smell like.”
“You left your horses for Torchwood,” asked Owen raising both of his eyebrows. “That’s a bunch horse-(insert word).” He shook his head left, he shook his empty bottle. He ordered another one and the waitress filled up the water for Gylfie.
“What made you leave your horses?”
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Post by Gylfie Murdoch on Jan 24, 2011 15:45:41 GMT -5
Ooc; I'm really sorry about the lack of reply.
I've been busy these past couple of days and
I'm busy again with one of my friend's birthday
party.
Hopefully, I'll be able to reply later tonight, if
I'm not too knackered.
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Post by Gylfie Murdoch on Jan 25, 2011 1:26:35 GMT -5
"Thank you," Gylfie said sweetly to the waitress. Owen's blatant dislike for nature made her blood boil, but she was open-minded and understood that it wasn't for everyone. The grass was irritating sometimes, soil was messy and trees often got in the way, but overall, it was a sheer, natural beauty that drew her to the outdoors.
"My Captain came to the stables one day," she said vaguely, telling the story of how she found Torchwood. "A piece of space junk had fallen through and he wanted to investigate it. I got curious. I couldn't focus on training horses after that." She smiled and took a sip of water. "I still visit my horses, but they're old and Torchwood is much more exciting."
Flashes of her horses whizzed through her mind, causing another grin to fall upon her face. Thinking of the beautiful beasts always made her relaxed. Next to her team, they were her best friends.
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