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Post by England on Jun 5, 2011 14:39:05 GMT -5
Ah, finally. Arthur could go home, relax, and catch up with his...friends. He hated the serious cases, especially those involving murder. And when he had to see the faces of people as he pried information from them...well, it was rather hard to take.
As he walked up the steps to his apartment, he couldn't help but remember a very vivid witness that had been called to the stand. An elderly women, around 65 he recalled. Her nephew had been the knife's victim, sadly, and she claimed to had been there to see everything happen.
His job forced him to get the truth out of everyone, and sometimes that required him to bring up painful images, memories. But her face would leave him with memories of his own... Her face etched in pain, tears streaming down her face as she mumbled his name over and over.
Upon reaching his apartment, he clutched the doorknob, hand shaking. He bit his lip, forcing back tears. He wasn't weak; he wouldn't cry over his job. |
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Post by Iceland on Jun 5, 2011 14:50:22 GMT -5
Upon hearing footsteps, the Icelander opened the door to his apartment complex, confused on who would be coming in so late. Of course, it really wasn't so late, but he had not worked that day and felt as if it was two o'clock in the morning.
He walked out of the door, shutting it behind him. Ah, it was Arthur. Ari had only known the Brit's name and not anything more. Perhaps this would be a good time to say hello...or maybe not. The look on the other male's face was depressing, even to an emotionless fellow like himself. He cleared his throat in hopes to catch the other's attention.
"Excuse me," he began in a monotone voice, "Arthur is it? Is something the matter...?" He had no clue why he even asked. With the way the Icelandic carried himself, it didn't seem like he really cared. In fact, if you asked anyone who knew him, they would all say the same thing: He wanted money. It was true, Ari did want money due to the fact he had none, but that wasn't all he cared about.
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Post by England on Jun 5, 2011 15:00:38 GMT -5
At the sound of his name, the Brit turned. My, what a familiar face. Though, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't focus on remembering another at the moment.
"Yes..." he replied blandly, turning from his front door. He looked the other man down. Wow, he looked awfully familiar. Why it seemed that way, he didn't know; as far as he was concerned, this was their first meeting. But something just kept eating at him.
He cleared his throat, ready to answer the man's other question. "No. I'm fine... Just a stressful day at the workplace." He put on a reassuring smile. "Nothing I won't get over." |
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Post by Iceland on Jun 5, 2011 15:11:47 GMT -5
Ari took a few steps towards the other, crossing his arms, "And what do you do in your work?" His face was blank as her spoke. His deep violet hues expressionless. He held no emotion it seemed whatsoever.
"You seem not to know who I am..." He stated, his eyes locked on the emerald green ones before him. The Icelander pushed some silver-white hair out of his face, "I'm Ari Brynjarsson." He didn't do what you should for a 'proper' meeting and hold his hand out for a hand shake. He only kept his arms crossed and his face blank.
His head cocked a bit as he lowered his arms to sit just below his chest and right about his waist, shifting all his weight into one foot. How the man could be so womanly, no one was sure. It was honestly just how he always was.
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Post by England on Jun 5, 2011 15:19:28 GMT -5
"Prosecutor," he replied, taking the other's hand and shaking it. "And no, I don't believe we've met."
The other's violet eyes almost made him shiver. They were emotionless; he was emotionless. Was it possible for someone to have such a monotone? Such an bland aura around them? He didn't think so...until now.
Not wanting to seem rude, he kept the thought of how womanly this man seemed to himself. The way he kept himself, the way he went about his greeting...it all screamed feminine. But he simply politely shook the hand, trying to seem less confused compared to earlier. |
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Post by Iceland on Jun 5, 2011 15:30:02 GMT -5
"We haven't, I just knew your name." He replied blandly, pulling his hand back. He kept his monotone dialect and blank expressions. He never showed anyone emotions, not even his own brother.
"A prosecutor, huh? Nice..." he mused, pushing more hair from his face before letting it rest on his hip. "You have to love working for the court..." His voice seemed a bit harsh at the last sentence. Honestly, he could care less about working for the court, but he did anyways and it always kept him cold and harsh.
Deciding to change the subject from the horrible 'hell-hole' of the court, Ari said, "You're from another country. Britain, I presume..."
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Post by England on Jun 5, 2011 15:44:20 GMT -5
He flinched a bit at the court remark, the day's events flashing back in a brief instant. "Yeah... I really love it..."
As for the other question: "Yes. London, England to be exact." He couldn't help the pride that became present in his voice at that moment. In his opinion, there was no better place on Earth to live. But again, that was his views.
As the other talked, he listened to his accent, not quite able to place it. "May I ask where you're from...?" 'Where you're from?' Wow, that sounded a bit rude. Oh well. |
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Post by Iceland on Jun 5, 2011 15:52:39 GMT -5
He couldn't help but narrow his eyes at the country's name. England. Britain wasn't so bad on account it wasn't just England. "England, you say, hmm?"
Ari relaxed his eyes after he got asked where he was from. The way the question was phrased seemed a tad rude, but he'd just let it slide for now. It'd be stupid to get worked up over the phrase of a question. "Ja, you may. I'm from Iceland..."
After saying the name of his home country, he thought about England. He then thought about the Cod Wars between Iceland and England, his eyes narrowing again. In all honesty, he couldn't stand that country, but he would keep his mouth shut unless the British male said something to piss him off.
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Post by England on Jun 5, 2011 16:50:18 GMT -5
"Ah, Iceland, you say?" By now, he couldn't help the smirk growing on his face. "I understand our homelands have some history." The Brit stopped himself short. He needed to at least try to make a friend before he said something to piss them off.
"So, do you work nearby?" The way the Icelandic had acted when the court system was brought up sparked Arthur's interest. Maybe he was a fellow colleague and didn't happen to know it.
He waited for the other's answer, hoping that he wasn't being inwardly hated for the countries' past. It had happened many times before, mainly with his older brothers. He hoped he wasn't about to start a feud with the neighbor, too. |
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Post by Iceland on Jun 5, 2011 17:19:46 GMT -5
He made a 'mmf' noise. "Yes, Iceland, and I know they have some history." Ari's monotone voice never changed, nor did the way he stared at the Englishman, nor would it ever. Sure, he didn't like the country England, but maybe this guy wouldn't be so bad, right? Or would he? Ari was unsure.
On to the next question. Ari rested both hands on his hips, "I work as an attorney..." The way he stayed so bland made it seem that he may or may not hate his job. That was part of the mystery of this Icelander; he was always vague and never explained himself. He liked this about himself. No one had to know what he was like.
He let his gaze leave the Brit's emerald green eyes and wander over to a stain on the wall next to a door. "They should fix that..." he muttered to himself. He then looked back at Arthur, his eyes boring into him. Another thing he liked about himself was that he could make most uncomfortable with the way he stared.
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Post by England on Jun 5, 2011 17:22:54 GMT -5
Arthur turned to stare at the stain himself, the Icelanders gaze making him a bit uncomfortable. "Oh, I know. It's not very pleasant to look at..."
"So, an attorney?" he asked, finding the courage to look at him once more. "That must be quite a bit of paperwork to put up with, eh? Not to mention some of the clients you get." He laughed to himself a bit.
Wow. One of the first people he'd actually talked to within the apartment complex, and he was sure he was blowing his chance of a friendship. Oh well, this was nothing new to him. And they all wondered why he always left right after work. |
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Post by Iceland on Jun 5, 2011 17:34:59 GMT -5
He nodded, "Ja, an attorney." Ari shifted the weight to his other foot now, folding his arms across his chest again. "The paperwork isn't so bad and some of the clients are idiots..." That probably wasn't something he should've said, but he meant it. He wasn't a people person anyway.
To him, he didn't need friends, but with the way the Brit was acting, Ari could tell he wanted one or desperately needed one. "You act as if you've never had a conversation with someone civilly. You only scream and yell at people?" Yes, the Icelander was a brat and had no problem with acting like one.
He continued letting his eyes bore into the other, enjoying the reaction he was getting back because of it. He could tell the Englishman was uncomfortable and would love it if Ari would stop.
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Post by England on Jun 5, 2011 17:41:35 GMT -5
"Aren't there quite a few of those in the world, though?" He meant idiots. Lord, he dealt with them all day. Not just those in the courtroom, either; his colleagues were probably worse. You had Francis trying to reach down his pants every five minutes and Alfred screaming in his ear when he was leaving the Brit be.
Arthur cleared his throat. "W-well..." It was true... Well, almost true. He could have a decent conversation with Alfred every now and again, but it wasn't like the two got along all the time. "I haven't had a good chat with someone in a long while."
He had half a mind to tell the other that those choice were probably weren't the most considerate, but once again he refused to let his stuck up ways get in his path as they had done before. |
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Post by Iceland on Jun 5, 2011 17:50:28 GMT -5
"Yes, many." He replied shortly. He wasn't being rude, nor was he being necessarily nice. Ari was just being, well, Ari.
"Mmm? You have not? What a pity for you...Although, I don't know why you'd want to. Everyone around here makes me want to flip tables. You're the first person that i've been able to talk civilly with besides my bror." It was true, he wasn't good with just talking nicely with someone. In fact, every conversation he was ever in with anyone turned into yelling and screaming. Sometimes it'd even start a full-out fist fight.
Ari turned his gaze again, giving Arthur the chance to actually try to feel comfortable again. He wasn't cruel enough to just watch someone squirm for his own amusement; that was Ivan's job.
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Post by England on Jun 5, 2011 17:59:22 GMT -5
"Well... It gets awfully lonely..." he replied quietly. Although he didn't show it, Arthur was quite talkative; he just never got a chance to speak out.
As the other turned around, he let out a quiet sigh of relief. It was nothing against the younger Icelandic man, but...Lord, those eyes. He didn't know it was possible for someone to stare at something for that long.
As he began thinking about what the other had said, that he was the only other he had talked civilly with, he began to realize that the fact was mutual. Arthur hadn't had a decent conversation like this in the longest while. |
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