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Post by wolflegend on Feb 13, 2010 16:41:31 GMT -5
Annelise smiled, she liked the name Christopher. It had more meaning to it then anyone else knew but her. Her brother was named Christopheer, but then he was mudered.
"Its a beautiful name. Why don't you go by it instead of Hirsch?" She asked, a little puzzled.
She continued to foll with her neckalce absently running her finger along the rim of the ring on the writing that was there.
Annelise considered telling him her first name, but then went against the judgement, thinking back that no one else knew it. Not even her dead brother had known it.
She made it this way so that no one could track her down unless they were very smart. She prefered it that way, hiding, no one to come after you and find you. No one to try to kill you. It was nice not trying to be killed every other day of the week.
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Post by tenacious on Feb 13, 2010 20:46:39 GMT -5
Hirsch viciously stabbed a piece of the pheasent cordon bleu, his expression hardening for a moment. What could he tell her? That he despised the name because it associated him with his family? That it was the name he had been using when his uncle had been murdered? There were many reasons as to why Hirsch despised his given name. Hell, he didn't even like how it sounded. Not that much, anyway.
"I...I do not wish to be associated with my family. Only bad memories are carried with that name," he growled at last. He noticed his tone for Hirsch frowned lightly and busied himself with his meal, eating and drinking with a vengance that would fit a man that had just found his wife sleeping around in the bed of another.
"Why do you wear that ring?" It was a clear attempt to change the subject.
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Post by wolflegend on Feb 13, 2010 21:02:12 GMT -5
Annelise was out n her own world for a minute, but then when he started talking she came back to earth.
She listened to his reasoning and then heard his question. She thought about why she wore it, there were many reasons and answers to that question. She couldn't tell him how much it meant ot her. There were no words to describe what and how much it meant to her. None.
Annelise finally figured out what to say. "It's a reminder......" She told him as she stopped fooling with it as soon as she noticed.
Annelise set it back on her chest, it hung low, but not very low, it was a regular length for a necklace.
Annelise then took her fork and poked around her salad with the four tips of it. Annelise had lost her appetite as she remembered the night her mother died in a car crash then with a bullet from a thief. She always wanted to track down that person, and one day, she would. And she would kill them.
That wass one of her flaws: vengence.
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Post by tenacious on Feb 13, 2010 21:13:09 GMT -5
A reminder.
She stopped fooling with the necklace and Hirsch watched Annelise for a few moments. She poked the salad like a child that had ordered something merely to humor their mother. What was she remembering? He wanted to know, but he did not press the issue. Hirsch merely finished his food and poured himself another glass of beer.
The waitress appeared again, picking up his plate, "Anything else for you?"
"No. I'm good," Hirsch replied lazily and the woman looked over at Annelise, her expression hardening slightly. The man narrowed his eyes slightly before clearing his throat, "Actually, I need some ice cubes. They all melted and warm beer is disgusting," he glared at the drink, which was nearing room temperature. The waitress arched one thin brow before shrugging, "Alright."
Hirsch's gaze turned over to Annelise once more.
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Post by wolflegend on Feb 13, 2010 21:35:31 GMT -5
Annelise looked at the waitress and shook her head. "Nothing, thank you," she said as the waitress took her salad plate.
Annelise took a sip of her water glass in front of her and above the plate her salad plate was on.
She set her fork on the red napkin that was beside the plate and put on leg over the other as she leaned back in her seat.
She had a far away look in her eyes, still remembering what happened that day.
She closed her eyes for a minute then reopened them and regained focus.
Annelise watched the waitress go back to the kitchen a few seconds later.
Annelise was fighting the urdge to get another drink, what the heck, right? Her party, her house. She would probably get one later, not now, though.
Annelise thought about a few things before looking back at the shifter and absently playing with the ring on her necklace again.
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