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Post by lucy on Jul 13, 2010 18:09:28 GMT -6
"Yeah," She wasn't concerned that he'd say anything and get her in trouble, or himself in trouble; that would just be stupid. "I'm sixteen." she said with a shrug. "You're what, twenty?" It sunk in that if anything did get out, Caj could end up in jail.
Prudence was silently trying to figure out how to pronounce his name. Maybe it would've been better not to have asked in the first place. "So..you're what, Greek?" With a name like Henrik he had to be something along the lines of that.
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Post by Myranda on Jul 13, 2010 19:44:46 GMT -6
Ooc; Caj is pronounced like 'cage' by the way, i should have specified that. xD
Bic; Caj nodded. "With... Um," he paused to consider his next word, "little time?" He didn't know the American word for 'month', so 'little time' would have to do for now. "I don't know how to say it," he added quitely, the first legible sentence of the day. He took another drag on the cigarette and held it in for as long as he could, then blew it out the side of his mouth.
"Yes, I am... For Greece?" He grumbled something to himself in his native language about how difficult English was. He shook his head. "I.. Uh, most people call me Caj." He spoke slowly, and it worked out better when he thoyght through every word.
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Post by lucy on Jul 13, 2010 20:00:53 GMT -6
She nodded, getting the jist of what he had told her. "So..you're nineteen and you're from Greece? How long have you lived in California?" Prudence felt she was a little nosy and thought to herself that this would be the last of her questions to him. He seemed frustrated trying to answer them anyways.
Prudence took another drag from her smoke, absently kicking her feet against the ground out of habit. They were sitting on a swing set, after all. Her fresh piercing was definitely sore, to say the least.
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Post by Myranda on Jul 13, 2010 20:50:34 GMT -6
"A bit," Caj replied, absent mindedly watching her kick the dirt beneath her. "I come to 'Merica for opportunity. Do what I care." 'Care' and 'love' were another set of words Caj got mixed up. "Or... For to do what I love." He corrected himself. "I love about tattoos." Speaking was less frustrating when he wasn't trying to be perfect.
There were things he liked about America and things he hated. He loved the ocean and tattoing, he hated everything else. "I hate when pretty girl come in and ask me for tattoo that ruins pretty skin. But, uh," he paused to take another drag, "I like pretty tattoo. For art." He hoped he was making sense, because he felt like he was. His broken english got on his nerves too often. After a moment of silence, he asked, "Do you fear your country?" The brain picking had begun.
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Post by lucy on Jul 13, 2010 21:05:35 GMT -6
pretty girls ruin pretty skin, Prudence liked the sound of that. "So you're saying that a pretty tattoo isn't really pretty on the person? But like, nicer as just a piece of art like a drawing?" she completely understood him. Prudence wasn't a fan of the silly flowers and hummingbirds thing either.
She was quiet for a minute, digesting his last question. "...Fear for my country? What do you mean?" does he know something she should? Sure, there was Iraq and Afghanistan but she wasn't exactly concerned about that.
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Post by Myranda on Jul 13, 2010 21:17:22 GMT -6
Caj nodded and finished his cigarette. He dropped it to the ground and stepped on it to put it out. "Should love about tattoo. Should... Make effort for tattoo. Is be-, uhm. Beau-... Very pretty when thought with." Whag he was trying to say was that when considered deeply and focused on, then a tattoo was art. A tramp-stamp of the Cheshire Cat or the 49er's logo is cute, but it's not art. Caj's most favorite tattoo to draw was a sleeve design of vines and leaves, and each flower on it was a picture of the man's children as babies. Their names were tattooed under them in fancy writing.
For a second he thought she had misunderstood because he said the wrong word. "Do you.. Scare of your country? Do you.. Afraid of country?" He said, hoping one of those words made more sense. But as he thought about it, he was sure that he had used 'fear' correctly. Maybe she had misinterpreted the question. "Has.. Big government, big war. Big control." He furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at her for an answer.
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Post by lucy on Jul 13, 2010 21:35:32 GMT -6
She took a long drag on her cigarette before answering. "Yeah...I understand what you mean. But, the goverment isn't too bad, I guess.. I mean, I don't exactly have to get involved with it quite yet. There is a lot of shit going around though, and I don't see why it needed to start to begin with."
Prudence would rather be talking about slutty tattoos again than the state of her country's government. A overbarring as it was, it didn't concern her quite yet, and more or less bored her. She thought the war was stupid and pointless.
ooc; sorry about my poor posting quality. i'm not the biggest fan of political topics concerning the usa, probably because i don't know as much as an american would haha.
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Post by Myranda on Jul 14, 2010 10:32:09 GMT -6
Caj nodded, again understanding. "Should... Ah.. Be aware, of 'Merican flaws." He said the word 'flaws' like the word 'floss,' and mentally scolded himself for it. He shool the thought out of his head and ran a hand though his messy hair. One thing about Caj that people often noticed about him was that he didn't try to hard on his hair. He was a complete macho-man to the core, but people didn't usually see that until they've met him a few times. They normally saw that he was messy and didn't dress professionally. But, with his job, he didn't need to dress professionally. So, when he woke up in the morning and took a shower, he towel dried his hair and however it fell was how it stayed, often leaving it sticking straight up.
He decided to change the subject to something a little more teenage-girl friendly. "You have under-age tattoo?" He asked, looking her in the eye. He could still analyze her through the answers she gives him, it would just be a little more discreet. Discreet was his element, though. Caj was a pro at staying hiddennin the background and only speaking when he needed information. He had to be like that, so nobody found out why he was truly here.
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Post by lucy on Jul 14, 2010 19:15:41 GMT -6
American flaws. That was one way of putting it, for sure.
Prudence didn't mind his appearance, maybe grunge was back and she was just never informed. She could never, ever leave the house without makeup. She thought of herself as ugly and repulsive without it. "No tattoos, not yet. I haven't thought of anything really worth meaning enough to have it permanently on my skin." Stupid tattoos were also a touchy subject for her. She couldn't stand it when people did that, but, it wasn't her body that was being ruined.
She loved tattoos though, there was something that made a man so much more appealing to her if he has tattoos. And when she means tattoos she means covered in them. She had to very conflicting ideals now; most men with lots of tattoos generally have them for the sake of it and few of them ever meant anything of importance. It was generally something along the lines of their parents name and a massive Reaper overshadowing the pretty cursive.
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Post by Myranda on Jul 15, 2010 9:41:29 GMT -6
Caj nodded, considering telling her about his few tattoos. He had a Greek design that covered his shoulder, his reminder of who he is. It kind of looked like any old tribal design, but Caj and the above average educated citizen knew what it was. He also had a tattoo design going down his tight arm, kind of like a half-sleeve. It was, again, another Greek tribal-looking design, but it had sayings going all around it. One said, "Hermes will tell them how much I loved them," in Greek. Another said, "The Fates are cruel," in English. Every saying he had on his arm was related somehow to ancient Greece and the Gods.
Those were some of his favorite stories as a kid. Listening to his father tell him stories of how the Earth came to be meant the world to him. He decided ultimately to show her the tattoo on his right arm. "I got tattoo last year," he said, pulling off his sweater and turning so she could see his arm. "As reminder of my home and past." He wouldn't go into any further detail about it; she didn't need to know a thing about his past.
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Post by lucy on Jul 15, 2010 11:34:36 GMT -6
Prudence smiled thoughtfully, gently passing her fingers across his skin. "Its pretty," she mused as she read what text she could. "What..do the other sentences mean? The ones in the other language?" again, she was trying not to be rude. How would she know they were in specifically in Greek though?
Caj seemed very pensive to her. He clearly liked to think and take notice of everything around him. Prudence had come across few people like that; people that actually are aware of their surroundings. She was a clever girl, but just never really took her time with things. She wasn't one to think things through logically.
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Post by Myranda on Jul 15, 2010 11:54:21 GMT -6
Caj tensed up slightly as she touched him, having not expected that. He swallowed and thought for a moment about thetranslations. "Ah, this one is... Like, 'leave him to the gods.'" He tried his bet to translate, and did as well as he could for mot being a very good English speaker. "This one is..." he closed his eyes and tried to translate, "is like, 'give their ashes to Poseidon.'" All together, the lines were a poem. A close friend of his had written it for him, and he loved it enough to tattoo it on his body.
The last line was in English, but that was the only one. Caj never found out why his friend had written it that way. He left before he could thank her in person; she sent it in a letter. When his parents passed away, everybody felt sorry for Caj. They would give him letters thinking they were filling him with hope. The only letter he loved was this poem. It understood him and whaf he was going through.
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Post by lucy on Jul 15, 2010 12:09:01 GMT -6
Prudence finished off her cigarette and snuffed it out under her shoe. "That's pretty cool, actually. Do the sayings have any specific meaning? Or was it just one of those things you liked the sound of it...?" She felt she was being intrusive again. Better stop with the questions before she was at risk of being annoying. He was interesting, she couldn't help herself.
It was getting late in the day, her parents were probably expecting her home from school by now. She snatched her phone from her purse and looked at the time displayed; it was only three now. She could hang around for a little while longer if the circumstances allowed her so.
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Post by Myranda on Jul 16, 2010 21:18:20 GMT -6
Caj pulled his sweater back on. He didn't want to talk about the origin of the poem. "'Tis old Greek poem." He said simply, noting that she had finished off her cigarette. He was enjoying having someone around, regardless of who it was. Not thag he didn't like her, his feelings for her were completely neutral. The problem was, if she left, he'd have to work on his design again.
He thought back about the friend who had written him the poem. She was a year younger than him, with brown hair and some of the brightest green eyes you'll ever see. She was the only one he told about coming to America. She was the only one that could express that she would miss him. He missed her, too, kind of.
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Post by lucy on Jul 16, 2010 21:34:58 GMT -6
The sky was slowly growing overcast, it looked like it was threatening to rain. Prudence only noticed so now, a little wary of staying for much longer in fear of getting wet. She picked up her purse and turned to Caj, smiling thoughtfully. "I'm really sorry to leave, but I don't wanna get caught in the rain on my way home. It was nice meeting you though, Caj" Prudence had a little trouble pronouncing his name properly.
She was sure she'd see him around, maybe. She figured if she saw him outside another day she would stop and talk to him again. Right now she had to get home quickly; the tattoo shop was a little bit of a distance from her house, and she figured if she left now she'd be just on time to avoid suspicion. Her mother was strict.
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