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Hestia Bryar Jones
(3/19/2004 12:45:37 PM)
Hestia yawned and glanced at her watch as she emerged from the Ministry via the telephone booth. She had to be back at some point before she went out for her patrol, but had already decided she'd take her time with lunch. Brought some of her files to look over while she took her time, even. If she felt like looking at them, that is. It starts to get monotonous reading over lists of murders committed by Death Eaters after so long.

But, that wasn't something she felt like thinking about, and instead let her mind wander to where she was headed as she walked down the sidewalk, vaguely in the direction of Diagon.

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Aramis Banecroft (Joyce)
(3/19/2004 12:58:58 PM)
So where is Aramis? Somewhere, most certainly, and that just so happens to be just a few alleys away from Diagon.

What is Aramis doing in an alley? Well, his job. Apparently some rogue wizard thought that it'd be a funny sight to play a magic prank on a muggle. Nothing major, which in turn, of course, warrants merely him to be out in the field to handle it.

Tucking his wand out of sight, Aramis steps out into the clear light of day, whilst behind him, an old Muggle granny stumbles out, a little confused as to how she had ended up in the alleyway to begin with.

All in a day's work.

Tucking his hands into his pockets, Aramis lingers long enough to watch the granny cross the street safely, before turning to start down the walkway.

It's been weeks, really, since that unfortunate incident with the elevator, not that being trapped with Hes is a bad thing, of course. Nonetheless, they hadn't been able to talk to each other much since then.

It really is hard to court a young lady if said young lady is rarely seen.
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Hestia Bryar Jones (Varis)
(3/19/2004 1:08:42 PM)
Hestia hummed distractedly, looking around at passing faces on the streets, habit now, since for some reason the escaped convicts had been known to wander along muggle roads.

Although, she isn't really thinking of escaped convicts now, her mind has since wandered from where she was headed, to convicts, to that whole elevator thing. She'd learned shortly after the 'incident' that Gwen had been fully aware that Aramis and herself had been trapped in the building, because her sister was lousy at keeping secrets.

And it really just irritated her that her sister had done that.

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Aramis Banecroft (Joyce)
(3/19/2004 1:12:43 PM)
Well, the good news of it all is that Hestia doesn't seem to mind him being around...then again, being trapped in an elevator isn't exactly going to put them anywhere else but close by either.

Still, Aramis is feeling rather optimistic over it all.

Rolling his shoulders slightly to ease some stiffness away from them, Aramis glances up from his path...and blinks.

.....There's Hestia right there, across the street from where he is standing.

Talk about coincidences.

He waits until he catches her eye, before waving slightly in greeting.
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Hestia Bryar Jones (Varis)
(3/19/2004 1:19:37 PM)
She didn't see him at first, but when she did, her stomach gave a funny sort of lurch, which she ignored. She smiled and waved back, somewhat surprised, as he was really the last person she expected to see wandering down the street. Which really, shouldn't have been a surprise, because it seems to happen an unusually large amount for coincidence. Ahem.

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Aramis Banecroft (Joyce)
(3/19/2004 1:31:55 PM)
Funny lurching? Hes isn't the only one. It's really odd how just standing a street-width away can spin your mind into a certain perspective.

Hestia isn't at all an ugly woman; on the contrary, no doubt many women would kill to look like Hes, radiant even under extreme conditions.

What? Aramis going after Hes because of her looks? Not a chance. Well, her physical appearance does have a small factor in it, but overall, it's her personality that draws him in, inch by inch. It's hard to imagine that she is still single, but more luck to him then.

.....Which of course means one thing.

Active courting.

....Where to begin, though?

Contemplating that, Aramis carefully crosses the street to join up with her, with a smile. "Good afternoon Hestia."
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Hestia Bryar Jones (Varis)
(3/19/2004 1:41:32 PM)
Well, truth be told, Hestia's single because of her personality, mostly. Past boyfriends would call her completely insane. Or call the cat insane. Or both. Its funny how things are.

Hestia absently tucked her hair behind her ears as Aramis approached, and smiled again.

"Good afternoon Aramis." And, her hands found their way to her pockets to avoid any further hair-tucking.

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Aramis Banecroft (Joyce)
(3/19/2004 1:45:12 PM)
"Out for a field assignment?" Aramis asks, his eyes dropping curiously onto some of the files that she's carrying. "Here, let me get those for you." Aramis doesn't take the files from her there and then, because...I mean....like...rude?
So instead, with his head tilted slightly to the left, and his usual smile, he lifts his hands, indicating the files in her arms.
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Hestia Bryar Jones (Varis)
(3/19/2004 1:52:59 PM)
"Lunch, actually." She said, before shrugging slightly at his offer. "Don't worry about it. No added weight with paper." And she only had three of them. In her arm, at least. The other three were shoved in her bag, slung over her shoulder.

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Aramis Banecroft (Joyce)
(3/19/2004 1:55:50 PM)
Well, there goes that 'carry-books-for-her' old-school tactic.
"Don't mind company? Or would you wish to eat alone?"
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Hestia Bryar Jones (Varis)
(3/19/2004 1:57:39 PM)
Hestia grinned. "I wouldn't deny company. Its never much fun eating alone."

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Aramis Banecroft (Joyce)
(3/19/2004 1:59:33 PM)
"Well now, it depends on who you are. One of my brothers love to eat alone, because then he could talk aloud as if holding a conversation, just to make people look at him all weird-like."

.....Maybe bringin up Ultan isn't a great idea.

"Anywhere in particular then?" Aramis peers about the streets.
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Hestia Bryar Jones (Varis)
(3/19/2004 2:03:28 PM)
Hestia laughed, before glancing about.

"..Oh. I don't know. I never did figure out where I was going..." She figured she would've just wandered until she'd figured it out.

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Aramis Banecroft (Joyce)
(3/19/2004 2:08:05 PM)
"Ah, well....." Aramis hesitates before continuing. "How about grabbing a hotdog in the park?"

Okay, granted not the Most Romantic Offer of the millenium, but it's something casual.
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Hestia Bryar Jones (Varis)
(3/19/2004 2:12:18 PM)
"...Mm. Processed pork-stuffs. Sounds good to me." What? You think Hestia is a high maintenance gal? She's a cookie vacuum for chrissake.

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Aramis Banecroft (Joyce)
(3/19/2004 2:24:16 PM)
Good point.

Anywhoo. Off they go to the park, which isn't terribly populated so it accords a pleasant amount of peace and bustling abouts.

There is a nice shady spot by the pond where swans frolick idly in the afternoon sun. Just a little way off, a man rolls a pushcart along a path at snail's pace, looking abouts for someone with hotdog cravings.

Like them.

"Why don't you take up that seat over there before someone else does, and I'll go and get the hotdogs?"
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Hestia Bryar Jones (Varis)
(3/19/2004 2:28:32 PM)
Hestia raised an eyebrow, remembering what happened the last time she waited for him, but nodded.

"....Alright." And off she goes.

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Aramis Banecroft (Joyce)
(3/19/2004 2:31:54 PM)
Well the mun isn't going to do something like that. Not now anyway. XD

Doo bee doo bee doo, and so Aramis returns, both hands carrying a neatly wrapped hotdog, and something extra tucked under his arm.

"Here you go," Aramis passes one of the hotdogs to Hes, before sitting himself down, keeping the bottle discreetly tucked under his arm.
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Hestia Bryar Jones (Varis)
(3/19/2004 2:37:09 PM)
Bottle? What bottle? Hestia sees no bottle.

..Okay, so she saw it kinda, but is distracted by the processed meat-tube.

"Thanks!" She smiles and starts unwrapping the hot dog. Which distracts her from looking up, and all.

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Aramis Banecroft (Joyce)
(3/19/2004 2:39:45 PM)
"You're welcome."
He takes a bite from his own, waiting until he is done chewing and swallowing before speaking again.

"So, is your sister still alive then? After that fiasco with the elevator and all."
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Hestia Bryar Jones (Varis)
(3/19/2004 2:41:38 PM)
"..Yes. She is." Hestia frowns slightly and takes a bite out of her own hot dog. Stupid sisterly being.

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Aramis Banecroft (Joyce)
(3/19/2004 2:45:02 PM)
Aramis chuckles slightly. "Well, I'm not quite sure what she's up to, but at least we survived through that, eh?"
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Hestia Bryar Jones (Varis)
(3/19/2004 2:47:44 PM)
Hestia noddedand shook her head slightly.

"She's a piece of work alright." Its sad that she's also one of the saner people in the family.

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Aramis Banecroft (Joyce)
(3/19/2004 2:51:06 PM)
.....Then Gwen must not have known that Hestia has a......well, dislike for total darkness. Surely she wouldn't have dared attempt such a prank if she had known.

For the next few moments, he remains silent as he finishes his meal.
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Hestia Bryar Jones (Varis)
(3/19/2004 2:55:53 PM)
No. Gwen knew perfectly well Hestia didn't like the dark. That's really why its sad she's one of the saner ones of the family.

...Again. Stupid sisterly being.

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Aramis Banecroft (Joyce)
(3/19/2004 2:58:31 PM)
...........No comments.


Anyway, he finishes up his meal, carefully brushing any crumbs away.

Where is the mysterious bottle? On the seat next to him, where Hes can't see it. Yet.
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Hestia Bryar Jones (Varis)
(3/19/2004 3:01:15 PM)
Hestia finishes off the last of her hot dog too, and then peers over at Aramis. Well, there's the silence, and the what not... so yes. Peering.

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Aramis Banecroft (Joyce)
(3/19/2004 3:02:23 PM)
"Done?" Aramis pipes up cheerfully. "Fancy a cookie?"

And why, yes, that's an innocent grin over there.
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Hestia Bryar Jones (Varis)
(3/19/2004 3:06:31 PM)
...Cookies come in bottles? Ahem.

Hestia grins, and then laughs slightly. "Yes, please."

SO brownie pointing. ARAMIS IS A BROWNIE POINTER!!!!!! ...Yeah. That's not Hestia's state of mind, totally the mun there.</font>
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Aramis Banecroft (Joyce)
(3/19/2004 3:08:58 PM)
....Ignore the mun. Ignore the mun.

Okay, it's not so much like a bottle bottle, but more like a cookie-jar bottle thingie. Blame the hour of the morning. Yesh.

With a cryptic grin, Aramis reaches into the thingie beside him and pulls out.....

......

no. Not a brownie. BUT! A fortune cookie!!!!.....Bet you didn't expect that! HAH!

"Hotdog man was selling these by the jar, so I figured I'd get one. It's been ages since I looked at fortune cookies."
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Hestia Bryar Jones (Varis)
(3/19/2004 3:13:34 PM)
"...Oh my." Hestia laughed. She tried to steer clear of fortune cookies, because well, it always seemed silly to her to predict future based on what a scrap of paper in a cookie told you.

...There was also that whole 'in bed' thing that Gwen had shared with Hestia when the latter had been in her third year at Hogwarts. She'd never been able to look at a fortune cookie without snickering ever since.

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Aramis Banecroft (Joyce)
(3/19/2004 3:15:53 PM)
Which might explain the sudden choke in his breath as Aramis unfurls his first fortune cookie.

"Your success in life must be earned with earnest efforts in bed."

......There's gotta be a mistake somewhere, right?........Right.
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Hestia Bryar Jones (Varis)
(3/19/2004 3:20:06 PM)
......Hestia looks over at Aramis, and raises an eyebrow. So, he'd heard the thingie too? ...It didn't seem exactly in place though.

..Of course, she doesn't know its actually written there, so she opens her own cookie, and is taken aback.

"Your luck is about to change in bed." Then, she just bursts out laughing. Should've known if he bought them from a hot dog vendor.

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Aramis Banecroft (Joyce)
(3/19/2004 3:24:19 PM)
Gosh, but the tips of his ears must be blood red by now. Praying that the first few are merely flukes, Aramis sets the cookie jar between them, and pulls out another...

"If it jams, force it. If it breaks, it needed replacement anyway."

.....Good advice. Kinda. Most certainly a philosophy Ultan would adopt readily.
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Hestia Bryar Jones (Varis)
(3/19/2004 3:28:55 PM)
Hestia regains control of herself, and rubs her eyes, before picking out another cookie.

"....You will pioneer the first Martian colony." She blinked. "..I suppose its a good thing I've always thought fortune cookies were rubbish." Don't want her going off and attempting to do that. Which, given her way of thinking, if she believed in the fortunes the cookies wielded, she would.

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Aramis Banecroft (Joyce)
(3/19/2004 3:34:15 PM)
"Indeed." Out of curiosity, Aramis picks out another, tactfully refraining from reading it aloud.

......Fortune favors the brave in bed.

Right. He had to pick the weird ones. Undaunted, Aramis tries once more....

"....Eat more cabbage." Snicker.
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Hestia Bryar Jones (Varis)
(3/19/2004 3:37:08 PM)
"...." That gets a snort. And she's resolved already she's not touching any more of those things.

"..Well, that was... interesting."

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Aramis Banecroft (Joyce)
(3/19/2004 3:39:23 PM)
Cough-chuckle. "Understatement, I think." Shaking his head slightly, Aramis glances over at Hes.

"Well, shall we get going? I'll walk you back to the Ministry."
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Hestia Bryar Jones (Varis)
(3/19/2004 3:41:26 PM)
"..Yeah. Okay." She glanced over at her files and bag sitting on her other side and sighed slightly. There so was nothing fun about paperwork.

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Aramis Banecroft (Joyce)
(3/19/2004 3:42:29 PM)
"Here." Aramis picks up the fortune cookie jar, which still has quite a few left inside. "For you, in case you need a little cheering up now and then."
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Hestia Bryar Jones (Varis)
(3/19/2004 3:47:49 PM)
Hestia smiled. It honestly surprised her how incredibly nice he was. "..Well. Thank you. I suppose that'll make an interesting addition to my cubicle decour." She pulled her bag back over her shoulder and picked up her files again, standing.

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@___@ I still have to do the Elevator log. And why do I keep color-coding my characters? Jeez. It takes forever. I should stop. @___@

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