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Post by Cameron Kincaid on Apr 13, 2008 2:32:26 GMT -5
"Ah...Nice hot cup of coff..."
Rolling his eyes at his own near slip up, he merely shook his head, pulling the top of the Styrofoam cup off, placing it a few inches away from the cup before lifting it to his lips, taking a long sip. Talk about fuggin' coincidence eh? Dude never drank coffee that much until this year. One person's to blame for that.
"Just...Keep yer mind off that situation Cam...Relax...Enjoy the rest of your time off...*Sigh* And just be cool. It'll all work itself out some way..."
Talk about lying to yourself eh? As if that would ever happen. Dude was screwed either way and he knew it. Without a doubt. He reached to his right, pulling the copy of the Tribune from his...Duffel...Bag...
He just wasn't going to escape that situation he saw. Michelle works for the Tribune and it just so happens to be in his duffel bag? God has a sick sense of humor he thought to himself, almost vowing then and there life long atheism for the events of the past month and a half he had endured.
So he decided to not drink the coffee, and not read the Tribune, or anything that would remind him of his soap opera problems. Reaching into the bag again, he retrieved a month out of date Sports Illustrated issue, placing it flat on the table, sliding the cup of coffee away because there was no way he was gonna drink it now. Cameron Kincaid officially hates coffee now. Coffee and newspapers to be exact. They both aren't needed he thought. Moments later he opened the magazine, letting out a small sigh as he began to skim through it, hopefully able to find something interesting to read while trying to relax for once in the past few days since...The incident... |
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Post by Jennifer Drew on Apr 13, 2008 4:22:07 GMT -5
Jennifer usually had 2 choices in the afternoon have a cup of coffee or be comatose. Today she had thrown on a shirt and jeans and went down hoping to remain a productive member of society. She grabbed a latte and tucked a copy of the paper under her arm. She usually got through quite a bit when she was around and not feeling particularly social, and she did hate not feeling completely informed. Of course her plans changed when she saw Cameron Kincaid sitting alone.
“Wait a minute, I know him... kind of... sort of... not really....”
“I'd like to introduce myself to him as a show of friendship, so as to potentially jog his memory.”
She walks over, standing by his table. Cameron, hey! You probably don't remember but we met for like five minutes back in Old New York, if you know what I mean. I saw you over here and thought I'd just come say hi... since that's how I'm told regular people act sometimes.
She gave him a big smile until the magazine in his hand caught her eye. She bent over and angled her head around to get a good look at the cover just to confirm her suspicions. Yep, inside was a story about a certain team from a certain town that she'd been told over and over again to read, which she was now trying to do over his shoulder.
Oh hey, I've been looking for that issue. I'm not even that into baseball but that's the 2008 Red Sox season preview. You know we get a little press in there. Well one of us does I hear. GCW Debutante The Boston* rooting on her hometown heroes. Supposedly gets a little photo in there looking all team spirity, which I totally don't get because I have this really cute Reds T-shirt. I guess no one really cares about teams that “suck.” But it's still cool, right?
She said, realizing she was in the middle of a big ramble, barely paying attention to his reaction until it ran its natural course.
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Post by Cameron Kincaid on Apr 13, 2008 15:13:15 GMT -5
Now wow…This was unexpected he thought. He remembered Jen from back in New York most definitely. The fact that Jessie Blair had did all in her power to get them to “hook up” back on that night ensured it remained in his brain for like…EVER…
I mean…That’s Jennifer Drew for Christ Sake! Who could forget her…? Like 100% seriously.
END JENNIFER DREW FANBOY MODE.
“Uhhh…Hey there…Jen…If I can call you Jen… I um…”His words were suddenly halted, both by the seemingly awkward look on her face, as well as the words he heard, which further confirmed that the gods above hated him with every fiber of their being. His eyes slowly redirecting towards the magazine In hand, deciphering just what she meant of what was inside of this particular subscription he held…Flipping through the pages after a long drawn out sigh…
“Can’t be…It just…It just can’t be…”He continued flipping, searching for it, until a few moments later his hand movements came to a screeching halt, his eyes widened…There is was…“…”In plain sight…Undeniable…It was her indeed. Decked out in a full, though modified Boston Red Sox outfit for all to see…That same smile shining so bright it nearly jumped from the page…There was the Red Sox jersey…The Red Sox hat slightly turned to the left…Those trademark Boston* glasses of course…The long, long baseball socks, the cleats and even…*Gulp*….Short…Short…Semi-revealing Boston Red Sox shorts?...As if…Showing…
Off…
Her…
Legs…
“…”
“Damn…That’s arousing…”
Instantly the magazine dropped from his hands to the table in front of him, his hand covering his mouth as his widened eye gaze locked onto it, unable to form words just yet. This was cruel. This was unusual…This was punishment…This was…
“…God her legs look so…So…*Gulp* Smooth and…”
“…”
“NO!!!!! GET AWAY!!!!”The magazine was knocked to the floor, quickly sliding his body to the opposite end of the booth he sat in, most likely startling Jennifer at this point. She’d have to think he was some sort of psycho by now. And maybe she was right at this point. His breathing had risen over seeing what was inside of that magazine, sitting there still wide eyed, staring at the magazine on the floor, while seemingly commenting to Jennifer…“Ta…Take it away Jenny…Pl…Please just take it away…Don’t let it haunt me anymore…Please?” 
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Post by Jennifer Drew on Apr 13, 2008 17:34:09 GMT -5
Jennifer sets her coffee cup and paper down on the table then carefully picks up the magazine and holds it at an arm's length by two fingers. Had to be able to react quick when the evil Sports Illustrated spirits crept up again.
Don't worry. I know a magic spell that works on haunted magazines.
She waves her free hand a few times, thus dispelling any sports ghosts and then takes a look at the offending photo spread.
“Nice. I mean every available press opportunity should go directly to me and me alone but still she did alright.”
Oh, I get it now.
I mean it seemed kind of weird that you'd be all into it and then you'd all of a sudden just kind of throw a magazine at me. There must be one of those scary secret images somewhere if you look at it hard enough, right? Those always get me.
Or wait... haunting, Red Sox... it's a Bill Buckner thing, isn't it?
She sits down at the end of the booth trying to look reassuring, but clearly dying to know.
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Post by Cameron Kincaid on Apr 13, 2008 17:49:43 GMT -5
Cam shakes his head almost violently before responding....
"Bill Buc...No...No, it's not Bill Buckner it's..."
He pauses looking around the cafe for a few seconds. It seemed people were staring now in his direction. Screaming like a maniac probably brings that about sometimes eh? Leaning forward, he rests his weight on his elbows before going on, trying to not sound like a complete psychopath with his words...
"It's...It's that small framed, evil, evil woman they had showcased in that Red Sox spread...Her...Her..."
"Undeniable charm...Inexplicably alluring...Overly sophisticated and intelligent demeanor...It's...It's horrible!!!! Don't you see it? Look at it! Don't you see what she's trying to do to me?!!?
He leans closer to her, looking around the immediate area before swallowing hard, his eyes were bugged out almost as if he was on the verge of a breakdown, ironically holler-whispering ala Miss Gilmore...
"She wants to drive me crazy!!!She wants to make my life a living hell!!! Don't you get it?!!?
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Post by Jennifer Drew on Apr 13, 2008 18:06:10 GMT -5
Oh...
I guess that makes a little more sense.
A little....
"Not really."
So it was one of those secret hidden pictures, only it was just a plot to drive one man insane as opposed to some ancient secret conspiracy. It was still kind of exciting. She turns the magazine to various angles trying to see if she'd get the message. Not really catching anything she closes it and sets it down.
I don't know, Cameron, it all seems like a pretty standard play at the 18-34 year old men instead of some systematic plot to drive you to... uh do what again? Granted, it was a pretty hot shoot. Maybe I just don't know her well enough but I didn't get all that from one little photo.
And what could you have done to make her want to do all that?
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Post by Cameron Kincaid on Apr 13, 2008 18:27:22 GMT -5
"Huh? Wh...What makes you think I did something to force her to do...What she's been doing...The past, month and a half to two months? Whys it gotta always be the guys fault?"
A hard gulp, as his hand arose to his face, covering his mouth as if pondering what to say and how to explain the situation at hand. Then...
"We um...Met a while back and, I just asked for a date you know, a simple, little meaningless date. I get rejected or whatever, you know nothing new for me so, time goes on and I pursue like a damned fool right. Week after week, day after day I get absolutely nowhere with this woman, until finally I get a chance at a date with her right?"
"Well that shit sucked beyond sucked!I mean the pros and cons list, the her getting drunk out of her mind and waking up half naked on my couch to not only start an early morning argument, but to accuse me of taking advantage of her drunken state the night before. I take it as a sign from the gods above to move on and let it be what it is. Cut myself some slack and save what little sanity she allowed me to keep in tact. So you'd figure she'd be happy right? Right? Well right?"
"..."
"WRONG! I meet a new girl. Michelle Brass. REALLY nice too. I mean she's beautiful, smart, educated, anything you could want in a woman right? And this woman is hot in her own right you know? Stimulating conversation and all. Like we clicked like we had known each other for ages. Sounds perfect doesn't it? Doesn't it?"
"..."
"Oh it was until guess who shows up on the date?..."
"Yes, you guessed it. The Boston* herself...Dripping wet in the rain...From head to toe...Her hair matted to her face and...*Gulp* Looking...Deliciously..."
"..."
"Nevermind that!
"She had the nerve...After all I did trying to get her to notice me just for a second...All I did to get to try to know her....After she basically showed me she was neither interested in being my friend or anything else and kicked me to the curb....She had the nerve to say...That she loved me..."
"..."
"In front...Of my date?!!? In the pouring rain...Drama queen much? And the worse part...? Just walked away like it was absolutely...Nothing. And you don't understand why I say she's trying to drive me crazy?"
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Post by Jennifer Drew on Apr 13, 2008 18:58:26 GMT -5
Yeah, I don't know how I ever missed that. It seems so obvious now that I, you know, actually have some idea what the hell is going on.
Eye roll. Vintage Jennifer Drew.
Of course it didn't take her long to figure out exactly what was going on here, although she'd never come right out and say it. Still though, it was a damn good story.
Geez, that all sounds pretty intense. It's like TV or something? Seriously, the rain and everything, I mean if I were shooting it...
She holds up her hands to frame the shot then immediately puts them down when she looks over.
I'd be completely sympathetic to the plights of the protagonists and not take some sort of sick pleasure in the real dramas of other people. Yeah, I wouldn't point and gawk, that's for sure. In fact I wouldn't shoot it at all. I'd go home and mind my own business, maybe do some volunteer work. Karmic balance and all.
So, this Michelle Brass sounds pretty cool so far. What's she like?
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Post by Cameron Kincaid on Apr 13, 2008 20:30:57 GMT -5
Surprisingly a smile came to his face hearing Michelle’s name. Where would he even begin with her?
“Well, yea she is. She really is. Almost mirror images of each other I’d say. Meaning she’s down to earth you know? And even though a little mystery Is good for any woman to have, I can read her most of the time and that’s not…A bad thing at all. Can charm the pants off of you with those eyes of hers too. *Shivers* She knows what she wants and makes no bones about it. From what I know she's been through a lot in the relationship department but...Who hasn't right? Either way she's still very, very Decisive . There’s no games or waiting games or anything like that. No indecisiveness. She likes it? She says it. She doesn’t like it? She says that too. She wants something? She’ll make sure to find a way to get it. “
“We have the same taste in music, sports, and pretty much anything you could think of really. If you’ve seen her twin sister Lauren then you already know she’s freakin gorgeous. That goes without saying really. I mean…She’s very well educated, and just has the ability to make you forget about whatever may be bothering you when you’re with her. It’s weird. Just…Its hard to explain. We just clicked so easily when we met so, I’m still kind of in shock over that myself still. She’s just like…Like…I don’t wanna say perfect because…No one is…Ugh…I’m so screwed aren’t I?
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Post by Jennifer Drew on Apr 13, 2008 22:56:57 GMT -5
Yeah, real screwed.
She laughs a little.
I mean except for Boston and her “wicked awesome” meddling it all sounds pretty, and I'm going to use that word again, perfect on paper. You and Michelle sound a lot alike, like you'd get on really well. Actually, the way you describe her I'm hoping they're actually triplets... although you're getting into dangerous territory there, you have the good one and the evil one and number three is kind of a wild card.
But still, good for you. Should be nice and fun. What more can you ask for, right? And I guess you don't have to see Miss Asterisk if you don't want to.
Yeah she knows what she just said. Jennifer casually took a sip of her drink and looked down at 1A of the Trib.
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Post by Cameron Kincaid on Apr 14, 2008 11:51:43 GMT -5
“….”
Did she just confirm the rumors of her being…
…
Nevermind. Save that for another time maybe?
“Well I’m glad someone’s enjoying my situation Jen. How supportive of you. No advice eh? Like…Nothing to offer? I’m dying here I mean…Both of these women seem to be waiting for me to make some sort of “decision” between the two of them and I honestly…Honestly don’t see myself doing that like…EVER…”
“Sounds corny I’m sure but, I’d rather not be with either if its gonna potentially crush the other. It’d bother me too much. And either choice made, wouldn’t be fair to the opposite party so…Yea, like I said I’m screwed.”
His eyes tracked hers to the publication she seemed to be enamored by in front of them. He was floored by her demeanor concerning all of this. He figured a woman’s opinion on all of this could possibly help him figure out exactly what to do and when to do it. As a competitor she was clearly one of the best in the business. As a shoulder to lean on and ask for advice?...
Not so much. His cell phone was quickly retrieved from his pocket, immediately flipping it open as he began to send a few text messages to his presumed friends who seemed to be nowhere to be found when he needed them most. 'Nando, Addison & Jacob. Sorry bastards. His head lowered towards the phone in his lap as his hand floated over the keypads he chimes in once more with…
“And as far as not wanting to see Miss Boston Star? As if I have a choice. I got moved to LockUP! After guaranteeing a tag title win for Jacob and me, and surprisingly we were able to pull through on our part of the bargain but…Seems like even that’s not gonna stop me from having to deal with all of this. Guess I should have ran farther away eh? I hear Toronto’s hiring…I should…Check that out…”
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Post by mimi on Apr 14, 2008 15:07:19 GMT -5
Then Cam's phone rings Mercy Drive's Deja Vu is the tone, and he looks briefly and sees "Mi..." that was all he needed to see and he answered it, on the other end was an ecstatic Michelle
"Hi Cam, I got the flowers that you sent they are so beautiful. The card was wonderful too, such a sweet poem too!"
The happiness in her voice so aparent at the gift she had received
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Post by Cameron Kincaid on Apr 14, 2008 15:17:19 GMT -5
A look of shock instantly came over his face, looking across the table to Jennifer, who was clearly more interested in the magazine with a half dressed Boston* inside...If that fact alone wasn't very telling about Jennifer then he didn't know what was...Replying into the phone as he shifted his body slightly, as if attempting a bit of privacy...
"Umm...Michelle um...How's it going I'm just..."
Looking back across the table to Jen, he tries to mouth a few words to her while she's STILL staring at the publication in front of her. Words like..."Help me, it's Michelle, what do I do? What do I say?". But of course, Jen is absolutely no help it seems. Merely shaking his head, he replies into the phone catching her last words...
"Whoa...Flowers?" |
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Post by mimi on Apr 14, 2008 15:21:30 GMT -5
Michelle wonders if Cam's ears needed cleaning or that he didn't send them at all, if not him then who?
"So you didn't send them?"
With that Michelle's mood drops and her voice takes a sad tone
"It was signed with a C so naturally I thought it was you!"
Michelle then lets out a sigh, as she had hoped that they were from him, but he seemed to not really know about them
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Post by thebostonstar on Apr 14, 2008 15:24:49 GMT -5
The day after her confession to Cameron, Lorelai wasn't feeling so hot. She was somewhat regretful. She felt like she didn't quite handle the situation as well as she could of, but...but...there was just something about that Michelle person that just wasn't...wasn't....right. Lorelai was really good at reading people, and what type of person the person she was observing was, and from every action Michelle did, just the night before, was enough to tell her that she was the type of person who liked to claim her territory, who liked to claim men as her's. It was only obvious when she urged Cameron to go away before she even got a chance to introduce herself. "Witch, how can Cameron like such a territorial person?" she said under her breath as she graced her way into the GCW Cafe, looking for a place to relax, and perhaps cool her head down. If anything could relieve her stress. If anything could make her feel better about what she did, it was coffee, her first love.
Sitting down, she allowed her head to settle on the coffee table, her hair completely enveloping her face. She had ignored the package Cameron sent her this morning, not thinking much of it, and it was probably just a pity gift anyways, not really meaning anything. She should have sent something Cameron, not the other way around, it just didn't make sense the other way. She was the one who ruined th date anyways. Looking up, and brushing her hair behind her ears, she noticed a particular someone in the distance, and her heart jumped. It was Cameron. Quickly sitting up, to straight out her rather...plain clothing to say the least, she stood up, and headed towards his direction. She had to say sorry, and that everything last night was just...was...just nothing, it wasn't anything. That's what she'll tell to him, that it was just nothing, and that they should ignore it, yes, yes, that was perfect.
Walking up behind Cameron, she grabs the phone that he was holding to his ear, and closes it, giving him a lovely smile. "We need to talk." Looking to her right, she sees he has company, and quickly introduces herself, "Oh, hi. I'm Lorelai Gilmore." She then extends her hand.
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