Another night, another excursion to a pub. Tonight she had traveled to a decidedly....darker place...that she had a few weeks ago with the Leaky Cauldron. She'd enjoyed the conversation she'd encountered there but, she was trying to see new places and meet new people. Anything had to be better than sitting at home, alone in her apartment by herself. Perhaps she should get a pet, or something. Of course, if she chose to foster any magical creatures from work, that could become a problem.
She'd taken a little time to try and make herself presentable after work today, not that she was sure it'd even be feasible to meet anyone, anywhere. Even though she was young, she'd sort of already given up on the idea of love and soul mates. More so, she was just focused on making friends and gaining new experiences.
Making her way into the small, semi-secluded pub, Art noted it's relative emptiness. She settled at the bar and ordered a drink, scanning the occupants. No one looked terribly interesting. The night was still early, though - perhaps more interesting souls would wander in.
Post by NIKOLAI VITALI ALEKSANDROV on Mar 19, 2017 23:45:37 GMT -6
so high on misery.
Nikolai didn't really spend a lot of his time going out for pure enjoyment. Normally for him to be found in a place like a bar or a pub, he had to be on the job. However, that wasn't exactly the case today. Today he was feeling restless but he'd already worked through everything he'd been assigned and left work. That left him to wandering the streets he still wasn't quite used to in search of something, anything, to keep himself occupied. There were a number of projects he could have worked on from home, but today he needed to be up and moving. The restlessness had spread to not only his mind but also his body, something very rare.
There was a slight nip in the air, but it wasn't anything he couldn't handle. The cold had never been a problem as far as Nik was concerned. However his fingers didn't quite agree with that and he stopped in his wandering to find a relatively empty building to warm himself in. Eyes scanning the room, it was clear that the place was either fairly unpopular or it was still too early to be at its peak.
Moving across the establishment, Nikolai found a seat at the bar, placing an order for a drink while he warmed up. He didn't intend to stay very long, but having a legitimate reason for sitting down always helped keep him from being questioned by people. People were annoying.
Art tapped her fingers on the edge of the glass she'd ordered from the slightly leering bar keep, mostly to keep him from asking her if she was ready time and time again. She'd gone for a simple drink, honestly, alcohol was pretty new to her at this point and she was most definitely a lightweight. And, in a city where you knew all of two people, and only really knew those people because of work, getting yourself drunk hardly seemed like a fantastic idea.
She let her blue eyes roam the area around her, taking in the few occupants that had the audacity to be in a bar so early. A dark haired man wandered in, and for a second, Artemis didn't pay much attention to him. He didn't seem important. Then, her eyes focused on his face - which was actually sort of familiar. This was odd, given she hardly ever recognized anyone around here.
Unable to help herself, Artemis let her gaze linger on the man for a moment longer, trying to come up with his name. No doubt, he would look up in a moment, and think her to be a creepy stalker or something.
Post by NIKOLAI VITALI ALEKSANDROV on Jun 9, 2017 19:05:46 GMT -6
The warmth was the only thing Nik really cared about. The winters in England were nothing like those he'd grown up with, but that didn't make his skin any more capable of dealing with the cold for extended amounts of time. It still stung just like always. The drink he'd ordered did little to warm him more, but it did aid to make him blend in that much more. Briefly he wondered if he could change his appearance do that more effectively, but that was something he'd not tried before and people already knew he was there anyway.
Feeling eyes on him, Nik glanced up from the glass that had been placed in front of him to see a young woman staring in his direction. She looked vaguely familiar, but that didn't mean much to him. He'd run into many people in his line of work. Hopefully she wasn't staring with the intention to cause trouble. He'd already left work for the day and wasn't sure he could be bothered to do things the proper way.
Perhaps it would have been more appropriate to make a comment, but he instead chose to stare at her as she stared at him. Eventually it'd make her uncomfortable enough to look away and that was the important part.
She began to notice that her gaze was being returned, and grew a bit flustered. She turned her own eyes downwards again, trying to place his face. She knew it looked familiar. Truthfully, outside of those that she worked with, she really didn't have much human contact. So there were really only so many places that she could truly recognize the guy from.
Finally, it dawned on her. She blurted it out, before she could realize that wasn't really in line with social convention to do so. "You went to Durmstrang, didn't you?" She asked, perhaps speaking a bit too loudly. She could feel her cheeks redden as her voice broke out across the quiet pub. Surely, he had to have heard her though.
Post by NIKOLAI VITALI ALEKSANDROV on Jul 23, 2017 16:39:28 GMT -6
There, she'd looked back down again. Perfect. And at no expense to Nikolai. Perhaps now she'd be keen to leave him alone. That was all he ever really wanted, to be left alone. By his sister, by his coworkers, by random strangers in the street. The only time he needed people around were when they were of some use to him, which most never were.
Except then the woman that had been staring at him spoke, and it was clearly directed his way. He hadn't noticed her looking towards anyone else. The question immediately put him on edge. "Yes."
Awkward as always, Artemis had blurted out the question without much regard for where the actual conversation would go from there. They may merely share a bond of their place of education - that did not mean he wanted to talk to her. Actually, in her experience, it definitely did not. Still, she pushed forward.
"And what brings you so far away, then?" She asked. Her interest and keen eyes would sure backfire one of these days - she had a million questions and didn't always hesitate to ask them, like most people did. A filter of her thoughts may have made her a bit more friends, in hindsight.