No Such Thing {Question et moi}

[ladyonyx04]

I do appreciate stalkers. But no one else post please.

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The moon was shining down on the street in that soft way that the moon can. It was probably no later than perhaps eight or nine. Yet it had been a long fifteen hours at work for Anya. She needed the extra hours for the extra money. Her family wasn't as well off as they would like and would often ask of their daughter to work late. Thankfully the office of where she worked wasn't that far away. Maybe seven miles or so. But she liked to take the car anyway. She felt much more free in a car than on foot. And the fact that it was a hand me down didn't seem to matter to the young woman. It was a classic car that her grandfather sent down in his will. She took great care of it in the way that one used to cars could. She lovingly strokes the deep red hood, making the car look as black as the skies. Anya looked up to said skies a small frown on her shell pink lips. She didn't bother much with make-up. She was a tom boy and she didn't think she needed it. Not that she was egotistic mind you. But she didn't see the effort of trying when no one appreciated it. Her blue eyes went back to the car as she fished for her keys and started the engine. She was starving. "Maybe fast food. That would be best. I can't wait to get home and on my bed." She said to herself as she thought out her game plan. She stretches out her sore back and backed out of her parking place and headed towards Wendy's. She put on her iPod and relaxed under the music that came on....despite the fact that it was Disturbed. She stopped and decided to go in and eat. Why not? She tied her shoulder length blue-black hair into a pony tail and stopped the car as she parked and took her keys putting in one ear bud as she walked into the fast food joint. She was then going to go to sleep once she got home.

[Question]

It was dark outside but the restaurant was illuminated with overwhelmingly bright artificial rights that lit up the entire area. Not even the undersides of the tables were dark, as if the owner of the restaurant couldn't stand to have any darkness on their property. Therefore, the darkest part of the restaurant was a corner where the light was flickering slightly, causing it to shine less bright in comparison to the other lights. There, sitting all alone in the corner illuminated by a flickering light, sat James, silently reading a rather bulky book as the food in front of him grew cold. He didn't actually plan on eating the food but had merely ordered it as a courtesy so he could read in the restaurant since that was the nice thing to do. If he wanted to use a service of the restaurant such as reading under their light, he had to pay them. Ordering food, even if he wouldn't eat it, worked as payment for the hours he spent reading every night since it was every night he spent in the Wendy's.
There was good reason for him going to the fast food place every night. The house he rented (buying meant he had to sell it to move on and that was a headache) happened to be right next to a club. He wasn't bothered during the day but when night fell, the place was alive with sounds and the sound of humans tapping their feet against the grounds and yelling loudly to horrible lyrics. The smell of sweat coming from that place drove him mad and he was right in the middle of finding a new place to rent. In the mean time, he spent his nights in the quiet Wendy's reading whatever he felt like. Some nights, he read fantasy books. Some nights, he read textbooks. Since the library had been closed for some holiday or another (humans were always inventing a new reason to take off from work and celebrate), he was reading a dictionary tonight. It was pretty bland but he had read worse books. One love story about a vampire loving a human that was complete rubbish stood out in his mind and kept him from ever reading other stories about vampires. Honestly, a vampire loving a human? That was so ridiculous it made his head hurt.
Glancing up as the bell giggled on the door to announce a person entering, James frowned slightly. It was dark out and humans had weird eating schedules but they were usually at home by now. Well, aside from the ones that actually worked at the fast food place. His eyes stared at the girl before he turned back and buried his nose in the dictionary. He was currently on the E's. It was just starting to get good.

[ladyonyx04]

In curiosity, Anya's eyes flickered to the less lighted of the restaurant and took in the individual reading...a dictionary? A little smile of amusement flickered across her lips. That was something she only touched when she needed to look up a word she didn't understand. Poor person. She made an educated guess that the library was closed for something nor another. She ordered as her attention was caught by the register girl and told her what she wanted. She cracks her knuckles as she waited patiently drowsing on her feet every now and again forcing herself to stay awake. She wondered idly which letter of the alphabet that he had reached. But pushed it out of her mind. Wasn't her business as far as she was concerned. Her iPod switched songs play lying classical before she switched it. Not right then. She needed something rocky to keep her awake. Sorry piano. She grabbed her food and thanked the girl as she sat down lazily across the seat. She let her mind wonder for a few seconds and then sat up and ate the smells making her hungry. So she ate keeping to herself. And besides she wasn't confident enough to start a conversation.

[Question]

"Enigmatic," James declared, his gaze not leaving the dictionary. "Adjective. Difficult to interpret or understand; mysterious. I guess it would be nice to say that myself reading a dictionary for amusement would be enigmatic to most humans." His gaze moved away from the book as he produced a book mark from his pocket and slid it into the pages of the book. He shut the dictionary and placed it upon his lap so nothing other than the food sat between himself and the girl that had chosen to sit across from him. "Nice in the dated use meaning accurate, naturally," he added after a moment, adjusting his glasses. He didn't need them but a human had pointed out to him that only nerds read books and nerds wore glasses. Not wearing glasses apparently made him stand out and that was a big no-no so, from that day on, he had worn glasses. He was just playing into a stereotype but he really didn't care. He wanted to remain inconspicuous, for the most part.
Turning his gaze away, he stared at the window into the darkness. Due to the change in light between the inside and the outside of the restaurant, the girl had a slight, very faint reflection on the window. However, James did not have a reflection. The window was completely clear, allowing him to stare into the darkness silently, waiting for the girl to say something. He had bothered to put down his book and try to start a conversation so hopefully she would say something.

[ladyonyx04]

Anya raised an eyebrow and curiously looked at the guy. "If I might make an enquiry, a verb that means to question, why did you phrase that as 'most humans' and not 'people like yourself'?" She questioned curiously wondering if he would answer that question. After all there were only humans she was 100% certain. So with that she pushed the sentience in a corner somewhere.

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James turned back to the girl, a confused look on his face. "Another dated term?" He asked, shaking his head in astonishment. Humans were so fickle with the meaning of words. It annoyed him to no end, really. "I was near certain human was still used as a synonym of people. Folks, then. I just generally dislike words that begin with 'P' and avoid using them as best I can." He offered up a smile, revealing his sharp canines. Not only were they sharp, they were large. Many humans had sharp canine teeth but his were especially prominent in his mouth. It was shocking they didn't protrude from under his lips when he had his mouth closed. Well, the top ones anyway. The bottoms were fairly normal. "Alas, the troubles of being completely antisocial. I can never tell when terms have become dated and only realize when hum-folks give me strange looks when I say things. Ah well. Lesson learnt." He leaned back in the chair the a dramatic sigh, his eyes still focused on her. "James," he said. "James Quincy. What's your name?"

[ladyonyx04]

Anya smiles thinking nothing of the rather huge k-9's that James possessed. What a nice name, she thought. "So you don't like words that start with 'p'. How curious. I wonder why. Anya. Anya Dubrinski." She introduced herself with a nod of her head. She knew from doing a family tree, that her line went WWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYY back in time, and that her ancestors had been Kings of Romania. It had been one long and exhausting school project that was for certain. "Antisocial? Hmm...my parents say that I'm antisocial. But I don't think we are. We just prefer ourselves to ourselves. And if people are brave enough to come into our circle we become just as loud and crazy as other people. But then again, I wouldn't want to assume that's where your personality lies." And yes she did say three words that started with 'p' just to see his reaction. It would be interesting to see, she decided.

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"No reason, really," James replied, his smile persisting "Other than the fact the fact that many folks tend to spit when articulating the letter 'p', especially in the beginning of a word," he added. "I don't want to spit on others so I avoid uttering it when I can. Simple as that. It isn't that I care if others utter those words, I just avoid them." He shrugged as if it was no big deal and turned back to the window to peer out into the darkness. "Society likes to label those that don't fit in with denouncing labels. Anyone with a differing mindset is shunned. We may as well not be human." He smiled faintly at that and shook his head before turning to the cold food he had ordered earlier. It was dry and tasteless to him but he reached out anyway and lifted a single fry from the tray. He consumed it silently as he thought then swallowed and looked up at the girl. "So I read dictionaries sometimes. Do you do any reading? Most antisocial people read or entertain themselves with books, or at least the ones I've met."

[ladyonyx04]

"Yes I do read. As often as I can with a job. But I make certain that I have some time to open a book. Or I will order one on my phone and read it that way." Anya answered in the positive. She took a sip of her soda as she fished for another warm nugget. She was getting the box empty. But she was glad that she was passing the time with conversation. So that was the reason why he avoided the letter 'p'.

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James looked up in surprise and examined the girl with his eyes. "A job?" he echoed. "Already? Shouldn't you be studying instead in some school?" He frowned as his fingers snaked out and grabbed ahold of another fry. Like the first, it turned to ash in his mouth and tasted of cardboard. No, cardboard would probably taste better than the fry had. Debating silently for a moment, he sighed then pushed the tray forward. He had ordered quite a bit of food but couldn't bring himself to eat any more of the disgusting substance that allowed humans to continue living. There was only one thing that actually had any taste to him. Everything else just tasted like ash. Even the best of food was disgusting to him. So there was no point in him eating it, even to amuse the people he had ordered the food from. "I'm not hungry," he declared, looking at the girl. He was rather thin but hopefully she wouldn't pester him about having an eating disorder. Although, it could sort of be called that. "Do you want my food?"