oh, fascination! [Adam!]

[Poppy Olivia Sokov.]

Poppy;

"... means "to love" now it's your turn... Repeat: Love..."

"Love..." Poppy muttered silently under her breath. It sounded awkward on her lips. A mixture of a slight British accent from learning English for about a year and a heavier Russian accent that indicated that it as her first language. She listened to her ipod as the recording repeated the word again, as if you burn it into her memory. Poppy absently tapped her pen on her english book and looked out at the maze of bookshelves.

The smell of coffee and books hung in the air at Borders Bookstore. It was probably the main reason why Poppy loved it here. Borders was like a home away from home. Here she could bury her face in a new story, a new adventure, and just forget the world. At the moment, Borders was pretty dead of sellings. Right now literates and business people were scattered about, mesmorized by their computer screens, coffee, or books. Poppy didn't mind too much, she was preoccupied by her English Lesson of the hour.

The recording was still buzzing in her ear when she came back from her train of thought. At the moment the recording was sputtering Russian at her with a mixture of things in English it wanted her to repeat. Something about "dating conversations"... Poppy was a bit lost and figured she would have to listen to this recording again. She frantically flipped pages in her English book and scanning the lines of foriegn language to find out where she was. Once she found the right line, she sighed in relief and brushed brown curly hair from her face. Poppy gasped a triumphet giggle and did a mini dance at her success.

In the next second, her arm wrapped around the cord and somehow her ipod launched across the cashier counter. "Oh!" Poppy gasped and her earphones ripped out of her ears, ipod hitting the next cash register down. Pale cheeks burning, a vivid rosey color flashed across her nose as she rushed over to grab her ipod. On the way, Poppy tripped over her own feet, faceplanting onto the tile floor. As if that wasn't the icing on her cake today?

Panting heavily, Poppy grabbed her iPod, still crouched on the ground, and replaced the little buds back in her ears. As it seemed, the recording hadn't stopped at all and was elegantly speaking another english sentence, "yes, I would love to go on a date with you.... now it's your turn." Poppy pushed herself off of the ground and set her ipod back next to her English book.

"Ves, I vould love to go on date vith you..."

[Adam Maxwell Hale.]

I FEEL LIKE I'VE SEEN HER FACE BEFORE IN A DIM-LIGHT ROOM WITH A DANCE FLOOR.

White headphones reaching from the ears of Adam Hale into his pocket, the 18 year old was lost within his own thoughts in the middle of borders bookstores. He was currently in the fiction section, his eyes floating over the many titles before him as he tried to pick out a book that caught his attention. It was a relatively difficult task for Adam, he having been in this store more times then he could count it was getting harder and harder to find a book that was appealing to him ... at all. Adam was a very active reader, liking the feeling he got when he was lost within the pages of someone else's tragic life instead of his own. He reads all kinds of genres - romance, horror, scifi, comic books, super heros, non-fiction - the list carries on. Reading al these stories almost gave him hope, seeing how these stories always end with some kind of happy ending. If he was lucky he figured his life story would end happily too, though he doubted it. Adam Hale has accepted the fact that with him there just simply are no happy endings.

Blinking, Adam turned his attention to his ipod for only a moment, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a red ipod, switching the songs he was listening to. For whatever reason the band say anything just wasn't hitting the spot today, Adam grinning lightly to himself as Pink Floyd's Brain Damage filled his ears. Satisfied, he put his ipod back into his pocket and looked back to the selection of books he had before him. He wasn't feeling anything from Shakespeare today, so he moved past the section and stumbled upon Mary Shelley. Adam never actually read any of her works, but if he recalled correctly Amelia always suggested he read her story of Frankenstein. He arched his eyebrow, pulling the book of the shelf and holding it in his tattered and worn hands, his one brown and one blue eye examining the cover before flipping it over and reading the back. The reviews were good, and the short summary on the back was something he found .. interesting. He flipped through the pages and skimmed the typed text, deciding this was the book for him. No doubt he would have it finished within the next few days, Adam having a lot of free time on his hands. Then he would be back in the same spot trying to find yet another book to fill that empty void.

Satisfied with his selection Adam reached into his pocket once more and paused his iPod (for the sake of checkout), wrapping the headphones up around it and sticking it back into his pocket before making his way to the cash register. Adam must have timed his movements perfectly, because as soon as the front registers were visible he saw a tiny girl with long hair not only loose her ipod in some strange wire mix-up, but also fall flat on her face when she tried to go get it. He arched his eyebrow, debating about going to help her up but decided against it. She would be fine, right? Adam continued over to the register, hearing her ipod still playing but unable to make out what it was saying. It sounded like a foreign language, but he couldn't pinpoint what exactly it was. He stood at the register, peering over the counter and waiting for her to get her bearings again. He cleared his throat to get her attention, but as soon as she got to her feet she greeted him with something he really wasn't expecting. "Excuse me?" he asked, a slightly aggravated tone in his voice as he found this entire encounter rather annoying. He looked at her disapproving. "I don't date clumsy foreigners," he told her before realizing that her ipod was giving her english lessons. He didn't make a comment on it however, only took out his wallet and waited for a total from her.

STATUS: doone c: TAGGED: POPPY! <3 LYRICS: regrets by tv light - I.M Legend

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[Poppy Olivia Sokov.]

Poppy;

"Excuse me?"

The voice was sharp like a knife as it cut through Poppy's English lesson. She took a quick glance up, her body flinching as if she were expecting the boy was going to either hit her or straight up start nerdraging, then back down to turn off her iPod and frantically close her English book ontop of it. Minty green eyes looked back up, staring at the boy behind a frame of heavy black lashes. Their expression went from an animated sense of surprise to an even more animated look of complete wonder-- both expressions having been glazed with a constant sense of innocence.

His eyes were amazing! One was like liquid gold, but had a soft apperance to it that reminded her of freshly made honey. The other was a completely different color, icy and harsh like a Russian blizzard-- nothing like Linda's eyes. Poppy hadn't seen anything like them. Maybe these English folks had extraordinary eyes? Linda had eyes like the sky that resembled that of a baby-- it would make sense, but Poppy was hypnotized by them. Despite the annoyed expression of his eyes, she got the vague idea that those eyes were not meant to look so mean. Poppy got a little tingle of excitment as she looked at his eyes, feeling like she was thrown into one of her favorite romances. This moment was like the paragraph where the author would take the time to explain that beautiful feeling a person got when you looked into their eyes...

"I don't date clumsy forigners..." the boy sudden intergected.

Wow... so much for that image. Poppy blinked, her eyes flashing with confusion as she looked away embrassed. Great, not only did he over hear her going over an English lesson at COMPLETELY THE WRONG TIME but he doesn't date her type. She should of seen that coming-- Honestly, this was England... boys like tall and classical looking girls. Girls like her new sister that was tall and blonde and looking like a princess in a cheerleading uniform. Not clumsy little Russian pixies....

"S--sorry," Poppy stammered in her weird British-Russian accent. Her cheeks were getting redder by the second, almost as deep as a freshly blooming rose. "V--vhat can I help you with?" a timid smile graced her lips now, making her appear much more like a shy child meeting a stranger. Before he could answer her, Poppy's eyes swept down and lingered on a certian book in his hands. "Frankenstein...?" her smile became a lot less timid but her heavy blush was still there, "That is-- um...." Poppy paused a moment and looked away as if she were trying to solve something in her head. Her eyes traveled over to her English book then she said, "Vonderful?... um choice."

[Adam Maxwell Hale.]

COVER ME WITH YOUR HANDS, MAKE ME SEE ALL I AM. THOUGH I FALL I'M WILLING.

Once Adam actually got to look at the girl behind the relatively strange english lesson the first thing he noticed was her eyes. It was the first thing that he noticed about anyone really, but heres stuck out more then usual to him. His eyes were no doubt unique, that he knew and he got a lot of compliments and comments on them often. But Green was much more interesting to him. It was the rarest of all the eye colors (unless you're strange like him and have two different colored eyes) and always reflected something. Her eyes were soft and welcoming, almost like she was open and ready to meet the world with a smile. Adam always thought that everyone's eyes tell the story of the person within. No one can hide who they really are when someone is looking them dead in the eyes. Adam liked to think if this thought was true then his eyes told two stories - the brown reflected the beast, and the blue reflected the man. He stared at her for a moment as she stared back. She was a pretty little thing, but frail (at lest thats what it looked like). There was a silence for a moment before he informed her about his lack of dating clumsy foreigners policy.

He didn't say anything to her apology, merely took out some money to get this transition over with as quickly as possible. Hearing her speak Adam arched his eyebrow again, catching the thick accent. He was curious now, wondering where she was from. Other countries fascinated him, but foreigners did not - they are always asking for directions and driving like a bunch of fools because they have no idea where they are. Still, his curiosity got the best of him. "Russian?" he inquired in a mellow tone, one that did not hint at any interest or disinterest, merely curiosity. Realizing he still had to put the book on the counter he grumbled slightly to himself, placing it for her to see but face down where the barcode was. The title of the book was still visible on the back cover however, Adam waiting for her to scan it and just send him along on his way. He wasn't one for short conversation, and even though this girl was rather intriguing the last thing he wanted was a new person to worry about. Adam was forever meant to be alone, and he has become content with his loneliness.

Hearing her murmur the name of the book Adam nodded. "Well I'm glad you can read," he told her with a small scowl, his frustration and anger starting to kick in. It didn't take much for him to get annoyed, and annoyance was the first step toward angry. He sighed, attempting to calm himself, knowing the girl was only doing her job and trying to make this encounter less awkward. Lets face it, she must have been horridly embarrassed about what just happened, it was written all over her bright red face. Adam grinned lightly at the thought, the first pleasant look on his face during this entire interaction. His eyes moved from the book back to her when she commented on it. "What? Oh, yeah. I hear it's a good book, hence why I'm buying it," he told her, taking a minute to process what she was saying because of her thick accent. The grin still remaining on his face, Adam was actually finding some kind of sick fun out of this. This girl is so .. awkward, she leaves herself open for light taunting by him easily, which made it easier for Adam to keep up his defenses. "If this book sucks I'm coming back here and holding you accountable," he teased lightly, giving her some sense of normalcy. She was being nice after all, he had to reward her somehow. But naturally he followed it up shortly after with a relatively rude comment."You might want to keep working on that english, by the way. You're kind of hard to understand," he remarked after, not wanting to completely bruise her ego but figured the truth was better then telling her she was doing a fantastic job. He personally thought the accent was kind of cute, it complicated her awkward tendencies well. But he knew others wouldn't be so .. kind (not that he was really 'kind' anyways).

STATUS: oh my goodness. Poppy is so cute! TAGGED: POPPY! <3 LYRICS: willing - times of grace

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[Poppy Olivia Sokov.]

Poppy;

He's staring at you, do your freaking job, idiot!

Poppy bit her lip as she fumbled with both the hardcover book and the scanner, trying to get the stupid piece of technology to work. Her pale lips pouted slightly as she moved the scanner up and down the barcode trying to get a reading. Green eyes narrowed, the little curly haired pixie mumbled something in Russian that sounded like some sort of curse. The curse itself however, didn't sound very threatening, it sounded more like she was getting nervous. After a long awkward silence, the scan finally picked up. Poppy grinned like a child who got what she wanted.

"Russian?" The boy suddenly asked. It had taken Poppy so off guard that she dropped the book after she managed to mutter out some weird english-russian cross of the word "what?". Geezus, what now!? Poppy shook her head so that her brown curls hid her bright red face from the boy. She bent over and retrieved the book from the floor and shyly dusted it off with her sleeve as she answered with a timid "Ves, I am from Kostroma." Setting the book back onto the counter, she glanced at the screen, "10 dollars evan." and she took the money he had set on the counter.

As if her life wasn't awkward enough, now here she was making a fool of herself in front of a cute boy? Seriously? Story of her life on a platter. But... maybe it was a good thing. Embrassing things happened in books all of the time-- maybe stories were a lot more simular to regular life than Poppy allowed it to be. Maybe she was awkward like this because the world's author had some wonderful story set up for her and just hadn't typed it up yet. The thought made her smile but this moment was just so awkward that she was ready to go hide under the covers from the boogeyman...

"I hear it's a good book, hence why I'm buying it," the boy continued. Poppy's eyes met his for another brief moment then she looked away. He was looking at her, a lot. The thing was she wasn't sure if she liked knowing that or not. The mere idea of interaction with a boy made her feel scared. She was much more comfortable with saving that sort of thing for the books. He was continuing, "If this book sucks I'm coming back here and holding you accountable," Was he teasing her? Hm... maybe she should tease him back-- would show him what's what. "It is not my vault if you wasted your moneh vecause you cannot ap---?" she thought for a moment, "Appreciate. Vecause you cannot appreciate a good story." Crap, that didn't come out AT ALL how she wanted it to. Shacking her brown curls again, Poppy looked down and began to get his change as fast as possible.

The boy knew her comment wasn't affective, "You might want to keep working on that english, by the way. You're kind of hard to understand," UGH! Poppy looked at him, determined to give him the most irritated face she could muster but even she knew that that expression not only looked like a child pouting but melted away the second she caught another glimpse of his eyes. His... amazing...-- STOP IT! WORK!

Poppy blinked back her admiration and looked away again, taking out his change and half shoving it at him. "You know," She started, "I do not need people to undairstand me." Her smile flashed innocently at him with a hint of arrogance, "I undairstand others like a book and that's all that-- WHOA!" During her comment, she was turning away to get a bag for his book but of course...

She fell.

[Adam Maxwell Hale.]

I FEEL THE RAGE, AND IT BURNS THE PAGES OF ALL THESE YESTERDAYS.

This entire transaction was just a huge mess. Adam was starting to wonder why this girl was even working here, considering the awful time she was having trying to get the book to scan, then dropping it shortly after she had succeeded. He rolled his eyes a bit at her clumsy behavior. starting to wonder if it was just a russian thing or just a ... bookstore girl thing. She was rather nervous all the time, the newborn werewolf unsure if it was just her or his presence that was causing it. Either way he was sure she would remember him as the customer from hell and this transaction as the transaction from hell. Adam was drawn out of thought by her next works. The young blond has read a lot of things about Russia. He wasn't sure why but for whatever reason the country itself fascinated him, much like a lot of other countries did. Adam has never been out of England and doubts he ever will be, so he imagines and daydreams in the pages of Russian history, Japanese culture and Korean war. He learns all he can about the world around him, so when the bookstore girl mentioned her home town Adam knew almost exactly where it was. "Right on the Volga River. I hear it's beautiful," was his only comments, he watching as she though he was making them more out of pure thought then actually asking her about it (but it could have been taken either way). But the conversation was dropped quickly when he handed her money for the book.

Another awkward tendency of this russian was not to look him in the eyes. He wasn't sure why but whenever her eyes met his for a moment she would look away quickly as if he was going to hypnotize her or something. But her next set of words threw Adam off, he unable to suppress his small chuckle at her stumbling over her english vocabulary, trying to find the correct words to use to talk back. All in all he couldn't take her seriously, which was good for her. If he was actually insulted by her words this transaction would have gotten a whole lot messier for her. Still, her words irked him just a bit, Adam snapping back at her without really thinking, like usual. "Uh huh. Well considering you barely speak english and this was originally written in English I find it hard to believe you would have a better understanding or appreciation for it then I will," he scolded her, but only because she asked for it. She was such an easy target.

His eyes never left her being, they scanning her tiny figure every now in then just for a change of scenery. It wasn't until that moment he heard someone clearing their throat behind him. Adam glanced over his shoulder to see a man standing there rather impatiently while the two tried to get through this awkward encounter in one piece. 'can you two move it along?' he asked rudely, Adam shooting him a glare "Listen you bloody git, don't rush me or her unless you want to be eating your own teeth," he hissed through clenched teeth, the man looking rather appalled by his rather .. graphic comments. He turned his back without another word, Adam looking back to Russian who was insulted by what he had said earlier. He defended her however, his protective nature kicking in by the rude customer behind him - that might have changed things a bit. Or just confused her more about his personality.

He grinned at her comments only to find himself sighing angrily at her when she fell. again. It was kind of annoying, but Adam had no choice but to actually help her this time. He may have been dead to his father but his teachings were still somewhat strong in him. He sighed, walking around the counter to see her laying on the ground he walked over and offered her his hand to help her off the cold floor. "You're starting to give Russians a bad name by falling all the time," he told her with a small grin, helping her back to her feet which was no problem at all. She was as light as a feather - so light Adam almost thought it unhealthy for a girl her age. He, on the other hand was rather muscular - it was a hockey thing. They were caught in an awkward moment again, Adam just staring at her for a moment hoping she'd say something. He thought about introducing himself but didn't really want to - however it was the only appropriate course of action after that, he was afraid. "Adam," he said dully, not offering a hand to shake. He helped her up, that was enough.

STATUS: this thread rocks c; TAGGED: POPPY! <3 LYRICS: of all these yesterdays - trivium

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[Poppy Olivia Sokov.]

Poppy;

Anger... fustration... this kid had some problems.

It wasn't hard for Poppy to see, her pouty child-like glare eased as she watched the boy snap at a waiting guest behind him. The remark he barked out made Poppy flinch, almost thankful that that anger wasn't directed towards her. His body was rigid, muscles tense as if he was holding back a beast. Poppy couldn't see his eyes but she had the feeling that the warm honey had hardened and the ice had tuned into a blazing blue fire. Her own eyes went to the costumer, whos face was the defination of fear for a man. Poppy's expression became worried, minty green eyes seeming to dim as she reached out shyly to the blonde boy.

When he turned back to her, Poppy quickly drew her hand back and looked away to allow her heavy lashes to hide the expression in her eyes. As if nothing had happened. So Poppy had gone off to grab a bag for the book he had just bought and get this transaction done and over with. She was off anyways and once this was over she was gonna book it. Though to end her day at work, of COURSE she would fall on her face YET AGAIN in front of this boy.

"You're starting to give Russians a bad name by falling all the time," Blondie said, he was behind the counter with his hand extended to her. Ashamed, Poppy grabbed his hand and allowed him to lift her back onto her feet. He had done it as if she hadn't weighed anything. The image of him yelling at the costumer and this strength made her think he would snap her in half if you let him. Images of her youth started to dance across her vision. Very vague images, a fire... running... things breaking. She simply shook her head, not wanting to think of that event... to to mention being reminded of that event because of this boy.

She was a happy person now, not a depressed one.

For example, he had helped her up after falling... she was thankful for that. A very timid smile spread on her lips despite this whole transaction from hell. It only got bigger when this Blonde stranger finally told her his name. It was Adam. "Adem...." she muttered, repeating as if she was making sure to remember it or simply say it right. Poppy took her hand back and allowed herself to look up at his eyes again. He looked bored, but the original emotion in those ice and honey eyes made her happy to see he had calmed down. "Um... I am--"

"Poppy!" someone called.

Poppy looked over when she heard her name. There was another girl, much taller with short black hair. She was talking over to the counter and pulling her hair up into a clip, "What are you still doing here? You're off." The infamous blush returned to Poppy's cheeks as she looked between the new girl and Adam.

"Umm... v---vight." She turned away, grabbing the bag she was trying to get earlier and placed Adam's book inside, quickly handing him the item. "I--It vas.... " nice to meet you? No, it was awful meeting you and you scare the crap out of me. Poppy pursed her lips awkwardly and cut her sentence off completely by clearing her throat. "Excuse me," was her final remark and she grabbed her english book and rushed out from behind the counter without clocking out. Suprisingly enough she was out the door without falling at all.

The black haired girl sighed, "Hm... Never seen her act like that before, Sorry about that Poppy can get pretty... um... awkward." she smiled then and clocked Poppy out. "Enjoy your book." she winked and added with a whisper, "You'll probably find her across the street on a bench. Her sister doesn't usually get her for another hour or so."

[Adam Maxwell Hale.]

PARALYZED BY THE SAME OLD ANTICS, BACK AND FORTH LIKE SOME WALKING SPASTIC.

Adam has scared a lot of people in the past year. He never did it intentionally, but he had no grasp on his anger which led to a lot of ugly confrontations and fearful glances from innocent bystanders. Adam didn't really think of the fact that he might have scared the small girl, his muscular appearance probably not helping his violent comments and tendencies. It made everything a lot easier for him actually, knowing that no one would think twice about approaching a man who was just screaming graphic threats at someone angrily. Still, once he had helped her to his feet he had seemed to calm down a bit, his anger not directed at her rather the rude man who was behind him in line. No reason to take it out on her, right?

He smiled a bit when she repeated his name, he catching that it wasn't exactly correct but he knew it was the best it was going to get with her accent. He was expecting her to introduce herself in return, but instead another woman approached the two, calling out her name. He arched his eyebrow. "Poppy? as in the .. seed?" he thought aloud, not really asking her but more or less trying to process it in his mind. He never actually met someone with that name before, it was unique and he liked it in all honesty. Not like Adam, one of the most commons names ever. But her name wasn't what caught his attention, but the fact that she was still there when she was off the clock. After helping her up he crossed his arms over his chest and watched her face grow more red at the words of the black haired woman, Adam taking the hint that it probably wasn't goo for a customer to be behind the counter. So he moved, returning to the side of the counter where he waited for his book, something he still didn't have in his possession.

Adam's attention was brought back to Poppy, who, awkwardly cut off her 'nice to meet you' and took off like she was just humiliate or learned some awful news. Adam cared somewhat, wanting to follow her and talk to her a bit more but knew it was better not to. If any kind of friendship came out of this encounter it would have just ended badly for both them, he knew this even if she did not. He watched her make her exit (to be sure that she didn't fall again) before his attention was brought back to the black haired girl. "Must be a Russian thing," he remarked to her comments, his tone cool and uncaring as he took the bag from her. He removed the book and placed the bag back down on the counter, not wanting the extra baggage. He was getting ready to take his leave, his hand inching it's way into his pocket to get his iPod when the girl spoke. Again. Adam was slightly annoyed, wanting nothing more then to leave and forget all of this even happened, but she gave him some information he was interested in, even if he didn't show it. "Thanks, I guess. Keep the plastic," he gestured to the bag, making his exit from the bookstore smoothly.

When he reached the street his walking came to a slow stop, his unique eyes floating around to the bench across the street where, just as the black haired woman said, Poppy was sitting. He looked at her for a moment, not sure if he actually wanted to go over to her. Any other day he would have just kept walking, not caring about the person and forgetting she existed, but today was different. Maybe it was because he was longing for some form of human companionship, or maybe his loneliness was finally getting to him. Whatever the reason Adam looked up and down the street before starting to cross, making his way over to her. She was only going to be there for what, another hour? He can handle an hour of conversation - she'd then be on her way and he would never see her again. Right? Right. At lest, that is what Adam convinced himself as he crossed the street and approached the bench she was sitting on. He cleared his throat, not saying anything and just taking a seat beside her, his eyes looking at the traffic that was materializing before them. "So ... do you have a problem with Gravity or ..?" his opening remark to break the ice. He was of course referring to how she fell twice in the matter of ten minutes. His new purchase in his hands Adam looked down to the cover, thinking how much this could be a mistake. But he couldn't help it.

All he wanted was conversation with someone other than himself.

STATUS: complete! TAGGED: POPPY! <3 LYRICS: paralyzed - the used

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[Poppy Olivia Sokov.]

Poppy;

Thank God THAT nightmare was over!

Poppy's cheeks were still heavily flushed from her earlier embrassment. Honestly, who falls twice in a matter of ten minutes? Poppy. Who would drop a costumer's book right after they bought it? Poppy. Who would unknowingly say yes to a date a guy hadn't even asked her to? Poppy. It almost seemed like God was out to get her these days. Had it been this way before Poppy lost her parents? She didn't recall. She remembered still be awkward Poppy, but she didn't remember screwing up as bad as she had done today. By this point, she just wanted to sit here on this bench and listen to some music while she waited for her selfish sister to find the time to bother picking Poppy up... Maybe she should just walk home....

With a light sigh, Poppy retrieved her ipod from between the pages of her English book and began to scroll through her infinate list of music. She had a pretty widespread variety, but it seemed the genre that dominated her little blue device was Techno-- Dubstep specifically. Poppy stared at her screen, scrolling over to Skrillex and picking a random song from the list. She regconized the vaguely jazzy begining of First of the Year and smiled a bit-- it was one of her favorites by him. The little Russian started to tap her fingers on her English book and close her eyes, the long lashes gently brushing the tops of her cheeks.

The sound of honking sounded over Poppy's music, making her open her eyes. She had thought it was Linda but it was just a random driver honking at a slower driver. However, that was no longer what held Poppy's attention. What had caught her attention was the figure walking across the street and towards her. "Oh, for love of God..." she muttered just as Skrillex's song screamed "call 911 now!!" into her eardrum. Maybe she could pretend she hadn't seen him coming. Maybe she could get up and walk away now? Screw that, she needed to RUN her ass out of here. Yeah, that sounded like a good idea, she would just leave-- walk home. Besides, why else would be want to come to her AFTER buying his book? Probably to cuss her out and she certianly didn't want to hear any of that nonsense-- she could bearly speak English and she just started working there about 2 weeks ago... give her a freaking break. Poppy stuck her ipod in the pocket of her oversized white hoodie (it was a hand-me-down of Linda's and was too big for Poppy because Poppy was as thin as a child-- she didn't have delicious curves like her new sister...). Just get up now, GO!

Too late.

Adam awkwardly walked up to her and took a seat beside her on the bench. Poppy looked down at her English book and relunctently took out her earphones to wrap up the iPod while Adam had asked her about her relationship with gravity. OBVIOUSLY, it wasn't very good! Why are you even sitting her asking me!? Poppy sighed, okay... she wasn't like that. She was a nice person and saw the good in everyone. Her eyes turned to meet his, slightly covered by her dark brown hair to give an apperance like she was hiding. Adam looked generally curious which calmed her down a bit. Okay, so maybe he wasn't going to cuss her out... maybe they could try again without the awkwardness?

"Maggie tells me I am just klutz," she told him, Maggie could of been a friend but she was referring to the black haired girl in Borders. Her green eyes dropped down to the book in his hand then back to his strangely colored eyes. She wasn't sure why but she really liked to look at them. Maybe it was the different colors? No, she had gotten over that... in fact that was almost normal to her now. What was catching her attention was the air of mystery behind them. Poppy could see right now that he was a bit nervous... awkward like her (thought clearly not a hair as awkward), but behind that there was something else that had been there this whole time. Something that Poppy couldn't put her finger on...

"You know," she started, "You have very beaut---" she stopped herself and pursed her lips slightly. That wasn't the word she wanted to say. Though Beautiful was more a word she acknowledged secretly in her head when it came to his eyes. She played off the stop as if she was looking for the right english word, "Um.... n--nice.... Your eyes are very nice."

So much for starting over without the awkwardness...

[Adam Maxwell Hale.]

DONT ACT LIKE YOU'RE THE FIRST ONE TREATED LIKE DISEASE.

Adam was out of practice with this kind of thing. He has kept himself locked away from any kind of human interaction for such a long time that he wasn't sure how to exactly handle this, though he was positive it would go a lot better then it did before. His eyes stayed focused on the traffic for a while, watching as road rage took hold of a lot of people while they past the two. Though Adam had a license he in't like to drive for that exact reason. He tried to drive once after he fled his home, but it ended badly for the people in the car in front of him. He was in the middle of traffic, these people cutting him off because they thought they were slick - it ended in Adam getting out of his car and punching through the man's driver side window and ripping him out of the car. Yeah, it wasn't a pretty sight nor was it something that Adam was proud of. From that day on he kept himself out of cars and out of the driving population. Public transportation wasn't that bad - it saved him from road rage, at the very lest.

He was drawn out of thought when Poppy spoke again, Adam having no idea who she was talking about. He grinned a bit. "Yeah, I was warned about your .. awkward behavior. Though apparently you normally don't get as bad as you were in the store. At lest according to the black haired broad," he said, eyes fluttering back down to her (considering she was smaller then he was). His eyes connected with hers through her brown bangs, Adam's curiosity growing. He wanted to know if it was just him that made her nervous or if it was just the entire situation. He didn't want to ask her straight out, knowing that it would make things awkward once more. So he kept his mouth shut, smiling at her for a moment before she spoke again. Adam arched his eyebrow. So much for keeping the 'awkward monster' away, she had just brought it right back. He looked away from her, he actually getting a bit of red cheeks from the comment she made on his eyes. It was painfully obvious, Adam's pale complexion and light colored hair made it more visible then it would have been on someone else. Adam knew she was going to say beautiful eyes, she not able to catch herself before the word was basically formed from her lips. "Thanks," he murmured, his eyes floating to the ground in embarrassment. He didn't really know how to take compliments - it had been such a long time since he had received one.

It was at that moment Adam realized that Poppy wasn't like a lot of people. After their encounter in the store and the things he said/did she should have wanted nothing to do with him, yet she still complimented him. Adam hadn't meant a ... nice person in a while. They all normally walk away from him and give him dirty looks or an attitude by his comments, which is always his goal : Push people away. but for whatever reason he didn't want to push the little Russian Pixie away. Though unaware of it, she would be exactly what Adam needs. A person to show him that not everyone in the world is cold and uncaring, like he pretends to be. But at the same time Adam wanted nothing to do with her. If this blossomed into a friendship he would end up hurting her in the end, just like he did with everyone else. Poppy is such a sweet soul - she didn't deserve it. Adam is a time bomb waiting to go off, he wouldn't forgive himself for hurting such a wonderful person.

After an awkward silence, Adam still not looking to the girl he adjusted the way he was sitting, hans gently brushing the front cover of the book he just purchased. He wanted to start reading it, but held off. The question that was on his mind was finally worded when he looked back to Poppy. "So was it me that made you ... uncomfortable? Or are you just uncomfortable in your own skin?" he questioned her, wanting - no, needing to know. If just his mere presence was enough to send someone off then maybe this encounter was a bad idea after all.

STATUS: finiiished c; TAGGED: POPPY! <3 LYRICS: spin - taking back sunday

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[Poppy Olivia Sokov.]

Poppy;

Is he blushing...? Ohmigosh he's blushing!

It made Poppy's heart flutter just seeing it. His turning away didn't even matter, Poppy could still see it and she wasn't going to look away either. The color was very vivid on his pale skin, maybe even as bold as her own blushes (even though Poppy was as pale as the moon). The blush had given Poppy a new perspective on him. Underneath that monster she had briefly seen lash out at a random costumer, Adam was a teddybear in wolf's clothing. Even looking at him now, Poppy could see the ghost of who he really was starting to shine through those mysterious eyes. It made an innocently happy smile form on Poppy's lips as she watched him take hold of his embrassment. Adam had let his guard down enough for her to see this wonderful side of him, and somehow she knew that people didn't usually see this side. So she treasured the moment.

It was when a heavy silence passed an Adam's eyes met hers that the teddybear had left. Poppy could practically feel the corners of her lips lowering and her smile disappearing slightly. She almost had the nerve to ask him what made him think he needed to be so guarded but it seemed that something was bothering him. Everything about him seemed like he was debating, maybe even arguing with some curiosity? That's when he asked her if he made her nervous. Poppy tilted her head in surprise. DID he make her nervous?

Well... Adam was probably the single most cutest boys she's seen since coming here. Not to mention his eyes were gorgeous and she couldn't help but constantly feel embrassed whenever they were watching her. But the main reason why she WOULD feel nervous around him was because he was hiding something from her. Sure, she was a stranger and that was perfectly fine-- but what he was hiding made her feel uneasy. She had suddenly felt like she wanted to be there for him when he felt most insecure. Poppy's eyes looked down for a moment, her lips parting slightly as if to speak but she stopped-- shacking her head before allowing herself to look back into his eyes. Gain some cofidence girl, learn how to talk to boys... starting now.

"In vays, es... you do." she smiled a mixture of both a shy and sweet smile, "But I am also... oh, how do you seh?-- um... born dis vay? No... naturally dis vay?" Poppy pursed her lips awkwardly and looked down feeling embrassed now. Go figure, she wouldn't be able to communicate this the second she decided she wanted to be a bit more cofident. "I... do not know how to say..." she told him with a heavy blush starting to form on her cheeks. The funny thing was she was right either way, just didn't seem to understand what she herself was trying to tell him. She started over, "Um... if I am one who makes you un-- comfortable?-- den you do not need to talk to me." another shy smile, "I undairstand."

[Adam Maxwell Hale.]

I WOULD HAVE KILLED JUST TO BE BY YOUR SIDE.

Adam was starting to get a bit more comfortable with this situation. Even though his head was constantly telling him to insult her and walk away before conversation got too in depth, Adam still sat where he was, not wanting to move. He needed this interaction more then he was willing to admit, and even though he was constantly questioning his motives and his judgment he still didn't pay attention to his inner monologue. The last thing he needed was Poppy thinking he was more crazy then he already led her to believe with that little show of aggression back in the store. He actually wasn't trying to push this girl away, though he also didn't want to let her get too close. A comfortable distance, that he could handle. He knew that his bush led her to believe there was something human underneath his hostile exterior, which he hoped didn't lead to her getting too comfortable with him. He really didn't want to throw relatively mean remarks at her again because he was taking a liking to the young Russian. Even though she was an easy target, Adam was kind of trying to keep his remarks to himself.

She finally answered his question, her eyes peering into his like they were open doors. He didn't say anything at first when she mentioned that he did make her nervous. Well, that was a good thing, he figured. At lest she wouldn't try to keep in touch with him after this was over. If someone makes you nervous or uncomfortable why would you want to be around them? Adam wondered why she didn't tell him to leave or just get up and walk away on her own, but he figured it had something to do with the type of person she was. You know, being so nice and such. He grinned lightly at her comments. "No, I get what you're saying," he assured her, realizing she as having some trouble with her word choice. He didn't offer an apology for making her slightly uncomfortable, knowing that in the end it could end up being a good thing. "If I make you so uncomfortable why are you still sitting here with me?" he questioned in a teasing manner, arching his eyebrow slightly, wondering what her reply was going to be.

His attention was draw back to the traffic at a beeping horn, Adam responding to her question. "On the contrary, this has been the most comfortable I've been in a while," he told her with a small smile, looking back to her. "Even if you are the most awkward person I've ever met."

STATUS: short ;___; TAGGED: POPPY! <3 LYRICS: since the beginning - blind witness

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[Poppy Olivia Sokov.]

Poppy;

If he keeps smiling like that I think I'm going to pass out...

Poppy grinned herself when she noticed his, feeling a bit gitty knowing that he was smiling because of her. It could of been because of her fail english or maybe because she was just so awkward that you had to laugh at her misfortunes, but whatever it was he was smiling because of her and she actually liked that. She liked that so much in fact that she couldn't STOP smiling. Before she started to look like a complete idiot just staring at him, Poppy pulled her legs up onto the bench indian style and opened her book on her lap. She was getting comfortable, and it was a clear indication that she wouldn't be leaving this spot any time soon. Maybe it would make Adam happy to know that she wasn't going to leave him just yet? Who knows, but she didn't want him to see her overly childish smile. If he stared too long or commented on it she was bound to start giggling... and she didn't need him seeing that-- gawd just shoot her now before it DOES happen.

Poppy looked down at her English book, starting to flip through pages as if she were looking something up (more specifically making sure Adam was serious about actually understanding what she said earlier... she felt like he was just saying that), when Adam asked her a very interesting question. If she felt so uncomfortable then why was she still sitting here with him. So he IS curious about it... Poppy grinned more, her apperance looking more and more childlike as her cheeks got redder. Adam could probably only get a glimpse of her smile by her profile since her hair was falling forward again and hiding her face. "I have better question-- if it vas so irritating getting a book from me, then vhy would YOU come and talk to me after?" her voice sounded different than the timid little chirps, it sounded amused-- like she was trying not to laugh. Obviously close to her giggling point.

Part of her giggle got out in her next worse, "Don't answer that!" she cried, looking away from her book to glance up at the tall blonde. Her smile was still painted on her pale lips, eyes twinkling like little gems. "I know the truth," Poppy paused a moment then flipped her hair back from her shoulder as if immitating something and making fun of it (more specifically her foster sister... don't tell her though) "It is because I am so cute, I know this." She couldn't help it now, her voice-- although glazed with heavy Russian-- souned identical to her sisters. Poppy lost it then, her giggle came silently like she was embrassed to do it then more as she tried to stop. It legit sounded like a child laughing because an adult was tickling them.

[Adam Maxwell Hale.]

THE GIRL WITH KALEIDOSCOPE EYES

Poppy whatever her last name was is clearly the most .. interesting person Adam has ever met. At her age, girls normally aren't so .. childish, for lack of better words. It was something that threw Adam off, just one of the many things about Poppy that threw Adam off. Maybe it was because she was from Russian that she had this child like outlook on life, a happy naive once at that. It irked him a little bit, but more then anything else he felt the need to protect her. He had this sneaking suspicion that she was easily hurt, easily used and abused by society, which only fueled his curiosity as to why she was still so cheery. Still, his protective nature was something he never outgrew, Adam almost wanting to follow her around like a body guard. He of course didn't verbalize these thoughts or inquiries, not wanting to look like a complete creeper.

As she looked down at her book, Adam knew that the girl was still smiling in an out of control manner. He spotted it before she looked away (in attempt to hide it no doubt), but it was still apparent, even through her long brown locks. He was just reaching out his hand to push her hair out of her face (just for the sake of knowing if she was still smiling like an out of control clown) when her next question, like everything else about her, caught him off guard. Why was he sitting her talking to her? He gave an annoyed expression, slightly agitated at the fact he felt like she didn't enjoy his company, when he was really trying to keep her occupied until her ride came. But he knew she was only teasing, judging from all the giggles she was trying so hard to suppress. Unsuccessfully, he might add. He hoped she didn't think she was fooling him. "fine, if you want to sit here all alone while you wait for your sis-" he started, but stopped when she started to speak again. He watched her curiously, unsure if she was going to die form a laughing attack or not. Adam watched her curiously, wondering what her version of the truth was. He almost laughed out loud when she gave her reason, but fought it back the best he could, only allowing a small chuckle to pass by his lips

"Flattering ourselves now, are we?" he asked her, a small smile still residing on his face none the less. He licked his lips a little, trying to think of how to respond to that .. accusation. But at this moment he really wasn't able to think of anything to say, merely because he was more worried that Poppy's lungs were going to stop taking in oxygen because of her giggling fit. He let his head hang lazily for a moment before speaking again. "Are you alright? People are going to start thinking youre 5 years old by the sound of that laugh," he told her with a small grin, running a hand through his messy mop of hair. He supposed he did owe her an explanation, but he really didn't have one for why he was here. He didn't want to tell her he was just craving some kind of human interaction because he hasn't had a decent conversation in a while, she would surely run away as fast as possible. Or she would ask why and Adam really didn't want to get into the whole 'i change into a monster on the fullmoon' topic. So he shrugged it off. "You're right. It was just that cute Russian accent of yours," he lied, though she would never be able to tell. Well, it wasn't a complete lie, but for the most part he didn't follow her to the bench because he thought she was cute.

Looking down to the book on his lap he remembered the encounter that happened not too long ago. "And that the black haired girl said your sister? I think? doesn't pick you up for another hour. Figure bad company was better than none," he shrugged.

STATUS: short again >.> TAGGED: POPPY! <3 LYRICS: lucy in the sky with diamonds - the beatles

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[Poppy Olivia Sokov.]

Poppy;

Flattering ourselves now, are we?

Poppy managed to stop her giggle fit to look at Adam and the ghost of a smile starting to break through on his lips. He felt awkward but Poppy couldn't find a bone in her body to cut out her silliness. It was just so interesting to see how Adam's tough exterior was reacting to such a little ball of energy. She could see that he himself was holding back laugher, probably because Poppy was such an awkward goofball that you HAD to laugh at her a little bit. She didn't care, just seeing that Adam was amused with her made her happy-- assuming that he didn't get this feeling very often. She would act like a complete idiot if she could just keep that smile on his face for a moment longer.

"No, I just see it on your face," she told him, responding to his comment about her flattering herself. No, she truely wasn't-- she was just being goofy so she could see him smile. When Adam acknowledged what people must think of her at the moment, Poppy only smiled and clapped her hands together, "Adem, I am 17 year old. I do not think people vill evan beleaf that. So who am I to care?" she giggled again, "Have some fun, vill you? I can see that you vant to laugh-- do it!"

Poppy could imagine how childish she must look to him now. Giggling and her cheeks red like a young schoolgirl. It was an image she had grown into. Even when she was younger, no one really ever believed the age she was. They didn't even believe that she and Deliah were twins because Poppy looked so inhumanly innocent and youthful that they just figured she was the younger. Back in Russian, Poppy was okay being the younger. It had meant that Deliah was better and boys payed more attention to her. It was like she lived her life in the shadows and was actually HAPPY about it... weird, yes, but now that she was solo-- not even knowing where her sister was, maybe it was time she treat herself?

"You're right. It was just that cute Russian accent of yours," Poppy's eyes widdened slightly and she fell silent. She didn't actually expect him to admit it-- lie or not, it had taken HER off guard this time. The red under her cheeks spread across her nose as well, blossoming like a wildfire. After a long moment of silence, Adam continued by saying he might as well give her bad company than no company at all-- Which was nice. Poppy usually sat alone studying English while she waited for her sister to get done with her many boyfriends before picking Poppy up from work. Another awkward silence passed without Poppy uttering a word, then slowly, another smile started to form on her lips.

"I knew it..." she whispered as if she were a detective and just solved a case, Poppy even went though the motion of crossing her arms and looking like a classic English Detective, "it vas clear on your face-- ves, I knew it all along." a giggle came out and Poppy quickly concealed it to keep up her act, "Vut I vill tell you-- I enjoy your company very much. You ave made my day exciting en for that, I praise you." She bowed her head so that heavy brown curls came forward. When she looked up, a child-like smile and face glowing red looked up at the blonde boy, eyes glittering like diamonds in the sun.