Café

Erin's grin broadened. The look on his face was far too amused to be allowed. And by the time he was finished rattling off random bits of info? He was wearing such a self-satisfied smirk that she couldn't help but laugh. Teenage boys... They were either drop dead hilarious or the polar opposite.

"Way to be thorough," she grinned at him. Dark blue, eh? Most guys that she had met seemed to have a fondness for blue or green. It didn't make them any more masculine just because they didn't like pink. "When'd you start playing the violin?" she asked him curiously. Madison, an old friend of hers, had been able to play the violin.

Erin chuckled. Man, he was going to regret asking that question.

"Well," she said with a smile, feeling more confident as the seconds ticked by. "Since you've asked..." She straightened up slightly and raised her eyes to the ceiling, thinking. "I'm really into bands, though my favorite would have to be Nine Days, despite the fact that they peaked in the early 2000's. My favorite song is from their So Happily Unsatisfied album - 'Favorite Song', and my favorite movie is 'Mr. Nobody' because it's based off of quantum physics and it's absolutely amazing." She paused for a moment, both to take a breath and to think. "My favorite color is indigo. It used to be black, but then I read the Indigo Sage by Louise Cooper and it changed. Funny, the series went out of print in the 1980's and was about to be reprinted a few years ago. Then Cooper died and it never happened. It's a real shame, but I think that they went out of print because there wasn't a happy ending." She made a face. "Darn society, always needing a happy ending instead of something more realistic."


ooc: Jeez, sorry that took so long! I forgot to hit the 'send' button. *face palm*

Erin nodded. That was understandable, she reasoned. Someone so smart would probably eventually have difficulty retaining so much information. Moving his hands in motions that suggested organizing might help him sort out his mind, giving him a feeling as if he was actually doing something instead of just concentrating. It made sense if she thought about it; why he would need to connect the thought process to motions.

When she needed to remember something, she usually wrote it down on her arm or something. Well, either that or listen to a song. Once she had, she associated the song with whatever it was she needed to remember, and, to remember again, all she had to do was listen to the song. A bit weird, but it worked like a charm. She was a big music nut; her live revolved around music, it being the only stable in her life. No matter where she went or what happened, music was always there for her. Music didn't walk out on you. Music didn't judge. Music didn't scream at you.

"Alright," she agreed. "So if you start spazzing out, I'm just to sit here quite calmly until you're all nice and organized." She smirked slightly as she got a mental image of him trying to put his thoughts in place.

While he moved imaginary objects through the air for storage, he wore a look of detached concentration. Ben looked so much like a mime, that Erin smiled. She couldn't see him as a mime to save her life, he was far too serious for that image to take hold. Gods, the day Ben took up being a mime, she'd know that the world was about to come crashing down.

When Ben asked her what her middle name was, she stiffened slightly. She generally used her middle name as her last, not liking to reference her mother. But if she told him that 'Elizabeth' was her middle name, that meant that he'd be able to put the pieces together fairly quickly. Still... Why bother hiding it? He was a nice guy, well, at least that was what she thought.

"My middle name's Elizabeth," she told him, twisting a strand of her hair in her fingers. "My last is Battle."

While he moved imaginary objects through the air for storage, he wore a look of detached concentration. Ben looked so much like a mime, that Erin smiled. She couldn't see him as a mime to save her life, he was far too serious for that image to take hold. Gods, the day Ben took up being a mime, she'd know that the world was about to come crashing down.

When Ben asked her what her middle name was, she stiffened slightly. She generally used her middle name as her last, not liking to reference her mother. But if she told him that 'Elizabeth' was her middle name, that meant that he'd be able to put the pieces together fairly quickly. Still... Why bother hiding it? He was a nice guy, well, at least that was what she thought.

"My middle name's Elizabeth," she told him, twisting a strand of her hair in her fingers. "My last is Battle." She didn't mean to, but she winced slightly when she said her last name.

Erin got to her feet as well. He was right; it truly was amazing outside. It had been almost cold earlier that morning, but it had gotten nicer as the day had worn on. At lest the clouds had gone away by this time and the sun was shining. Sliding out of her seat, she grabbed her excellent hot chocolate, making a mental note of the address. She walked after Ben towards the door.

She watched without saying anything as Lucy and Ben exchanged good-byes, noting that Lucy definitely had a thing for Ben. She didn't think much of it. After all, he was good looking, smart, and a nice guy underneath. Young love, it was sweet until it got complicated. She waved to them before following Ben out.

"You have a destination in mind?" Erin asked him as they stood just outside of the coffee shop.


ooc: Sorry that took so long to post. Mom kicked me outta the house to take me to a doctor about my 'issues.' :(

Erin decided to be honest with him, since he had been frank with her from the get-go. She didn't know why, but it made her feel more at ease with him... his ability to be straightforward with her. It gave her the feeling that she didn't have to hide anything from him. Okay, there were the occasional things that she just had flat out trouble talking about and stuff that she wouldn't bring up unless prodded, but that aside, she felt comfortable with being with him.

"I don't care where we go," she murmured, brushing a strand of hair aside, both to keep him in her vision and because she couldn't keep from being hit by a car if she was half blind. Nope! Now way that she was ending up as a grease spot on the road today, sorry New York. Maybe next time. "I don't know New York very well. I mean, I usually just chill somewhere and watch the passers by or hole up back at camp with a book."

She was overdue to start a new book or series; all of the stuff that she had was read so many times that the bindings of all the paper backs were falling apart. The space under her bunk in her cabin was crammed with books, CD's, band posters, and a few ancient journals. She'd have to scour the library for something, even if it was primarily nonfictional stuff that would benefit demigods. Darn camp.


ooc: THANK GODDESS! THERE'S SOMEONE ON THIS SITE WITH A LIFE!! If we ever meet in real life, I'm hugging you.

ooc; SORRY FOR DOUBLE POSTING BUT I NEEDED TO SHOW YOU THIS:

I imagine Erin as Melissa Benoist.

"Sounds fine with me," Erin said cheerfully. Dang, where was Will's windbreaker when she needed it? Right, back in her cabin under her bed where she had left it because she had been in a hurry to leave for some reason. She could be such an idiot.

Erin had never seen the Statue of Liberty in person, which was probably a crime, to live in New York but to never see the statue. Personally, she didn't see why Americans idolized it so much, since she believed that the parts had been made in France and then were shipped to the States for assembly, but that was getting technical. Still, it was cool and she didn't want to say good-bye to Ben so soon.

She noticed Ben's glare up at the sun and had to smile. Had he forgotten or left something too?

"I've never been to the Statue of Liberty," she told him, tucking her right hand into her jeans pockets for lack of anything better to do and taking a swallow of hot chocolate. She was nearly done with her drink and it was starting to get cold, but it was still great. "I suppose that must make me weird or something... having lived her most of my life without actually getting out and seeing anything." There were a lot of other reasons why she was weird, that being only the beginning.


ooc: I was so scared when I got to school. I thought that some newbies had taken over the topic!!!!!! Then I found out that you had just doubled posted and it was all okay again.

ooc: Sounds cool to me. Want me to make the topic or you?

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