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Post by captsparrowslady on Aug 8, 2007 12:44:53 GMT
"The informal dinning room." Sands said. He put his hand on one of the glasses, allowing his first finger to rest inside the glass down a bit from the top. With his other hand he picked up the root beer and poured the pop in the glass until he could feel the liquid touch his finger tip. Then he did the same for the other glass. "Hey, how's that, I didn't even spill!" Sands smirked as he put down the bottle and recapped it. He handed Selina a glass and picked up his plate and glass and led the way to the dinning room. It was a smallish room not far from the kitchen with just a square table and a chair on each of the four sides. Sands set down his plate and cup then found a chair and sat down.
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Post by Lauren on Aug 8, 2007 12:50:08 GMT
Selina smiled at Sands as he poured the drinks then followed him into the dining room.
She put her plate down and sat opposite him.
"You know," Selina took a bit of her pizza. "I dont actually know much about you ... I mean, I know the facts but nothing about you. What kind of music do you like? What are your family like? What did you like to do growing up? That kind of thing," She thought maybe if she could get him talking it would take his mind off that fact he couldnt see.
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Post by captsparrowslady on Aug 8, 2007 13:10:06 GMT
"I like most genres of music except for disco and teen pop music. Although I've gotten quite sick of mexican music, doesn't matter what kind, if they're singing in spanish, I hate it... I don't think I'll ever be able to hear mariachi music without feeling absolute hatred and betrayal. If a mariachi came anywhere near my range of hearing, I might just have to put a few holes in him... or his guitar... either way." Sands seethed, thinking about how El screwed him over.
"My father was nonexistent. He married my mother because it was the right thing to do, since he knocked her up when she was 18 but by the time I was two, maybe younger, he split leaving signed divorce papers in his wake. My mom... she did her best but she wasn't able to get such a good paying job and she wasn't a very good role model. For as long as I can remember my mom was depressed and drunk. I joined the CIA when I was 18. At first they kept me in the US so I could work on my degrees. I earned a Masters of Human Psychology, a Masters of Criminal Psychology and a Bachelors of Sociology. After that they sent me out on what they said were easy missions to France, Spain, Russia. I quickly worked my way up the ranks, pissing people off as I climbed the ladder knocking off guys older than me." Sands smirked.
"Growing up I liked to light fires, I never let them get out of control. I wasn't an arson, more of just a pyromanic... sometimes I still am... was... It doesn't really hold the same appeal any more. I liked to watch things burn. Paper, plastic, wood, bugs, moths especially. My mother told me I was a demented possessed devil child... I prefer to see myself as eccentric." Sands laughed.
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Post by Lauren on Aug 8, 2007 13:19:13 GMT
Selina laughed slightly with him and ate some more of her pizza. "Where's your mother now? Do you still see her? Also what made you choice the CIA?" Selina paused then laughed. "I'm sorry, just tell me if I'm asking too many questions. It's just habit I guess, I'm a journalist," She let our another embarressed laugh. Whenever she tells anyone she's a journalist they laugh and presume she's a rag writer. To say she hates her job would be an understatement.
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Post by captsparrowslady on Aug 8, 2007 20:36:46 GMT
"I haven't seen my mother in years. I think the last time I saw her I was maybe... 26. She was still a drunk. I joined the CIA because I wanted to get as far away from home as I could and I figured the middle east, russia or china would be pretty far from home. Plus in high school I worked at a fast food place, hated that. I worked in a sporting goods store, hated that. Tried a desk job, hated that. Mostly in High School I liked to spread rumors that clique A said something nasty clique B then at the same time, say that clique B said something nasty about clique C and so on and so forth. It was really quite amusing to see how many fist fights would errupt from the rumors I would spread. I found more enjoymnet out of that than anything else. In the CIA that's pretty much what I do, I manipulate different groups, spreading rumors about each other and instead of I myself going in guns blazing trying to take out everybody, I let rivaling bad guys take each other out. I threw shapes, I set them up, and then I watched them fall." Sands smiled as he finished off his 4th slice of pizza.
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Post by Lauren on Aug 8, 2007 20:46:28 GMT
"You must have a great memory. I'd forget what I said about who, I'd get my stories all mixed up and end up with a bullet in my head," Selina laughed and finished off her root beer.
She picked up her plate and cup and carried them into the kitchen. She started to fill up the sink with water and put her dirty plate and cup in it.
"Just shout me when you've finished and I'll wash them up," She shouted to Sands from the kitchen.
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Post by captsparrowslady on Aug 8, 2007 20:49:42 GMT
"I have a photograhic memory. That's why I can walk around my house after only walking around once to make sure there were no surprises to trip me up." Sands finished his root beer, then took his dishes into the kitchen. "I have a dishwasher you know?" Sands laughed, opening said dishwasher placing his plate and cup inside. "So, have you ever been to the US of A before, sugarbutt?"
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Post by Lauren on Aug 8, 2007 20:56:13 GMT
"Only once," Selina finished hand-cleaning the plates and glass since she'd started already, "I went to Disney World in Florida with the family. After my mum died my dad didnt feel like travelling out of the country, he'd never been much of a flier, it was my mum who convinced him to go in the first place so then all our family holiday were driving down to the coast for a week. It wasnt glamerous and exciting but it was nice. It was just nice getting my dad away from work. Look at us," She laughed. "The representatives of dysfunctional families," She dried the dishes and put them away in the cupboard.
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Post by captsparrowslady on Aug 8, 2007 21:16:03 GMT
Sands laughed. "Yeah... So.... I've got plenty of free time now, don't need to go anywhere, do anything until they call me in for physical therapy and my debreifing. I hope they use a rookie to help debreif me... those are always the funnest debreifings! I love messing with their heads until they either loose their temper or cower in the corner like a little sissy girl." Sands mused.
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Post by Lauren on Aug 8, 2007 21:20:30 GMT
"Aw, you're so kind hearted," Selina rolled her eyes sarcastically even though he couldnt see it. She leant back on one of the counters. "So what do we do now? It's 8:30, a little early for me to go to bed I think ... what have you got to do around here?"
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