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[joey rae engle]

after she had gotten dressed that morning, including her accessories and back pack joey sighed with a hint of laughter in her voice. "well g'mornin' folks, for those of you just tunin' in this is bert healy saying-" she spoke in her 1930s radio host voice to her reflection as it stared back at her. her mother's voice appeared in her head, which happened often when joey second-guessed herself. it was almost like her inner voice, her jiminy cricket, was her mother. although, of course, joey couldn't stand her mother since she was always trying to mold joey into the perfect daughter, and believe me art, star wars and comic books was not apart of that mold. anyway, the voice in her head told her she looked like a thirteen year old and that joey needed to start acting her age. but she shook the voice away, and gave herself a grin. before she began dancing in her mirror, picking up where she left off. "hey, hobo man! hey dapper dan! you've both got ya'style but brother your never fully dressed without a smile." she waved her fingers around, before turning around and leaving her bathroom. the girl checked her pockets, and back pack, and made sure she had everything. phone, check; cigarettes and lighter, check; wallet, check; bike lock and chain, check. when she was finished with the checklist, she grabbed her bike from her bedroom and wheeled her way out of her apartment.

before she began her journey, joey placed a cigarette between her lips and lit it as she inhaled deeply. then she was off. a lot of people laughed at her as she drove by, she just popped up her middle finger and continued on. she found herself at the park, and a small grin appeared on her face. joey rode along past groups of people, inhaling the smells of cologne; perfume; cigarette smoke; etc. and then she came across an ice cream stand, and couldn't resist. the mere thought of strawberry ice cream put the taste in joey's mouth. the girl bought herself a small cone and a bottled water then found a bench where she could indulge. her eyes wandered the area, shooting small glances at the people who walked by as she enjoyed the frozen treat. her eyes glanced over at her bike, which was propped up against the bench right next to her. around the time she first moved to carmel, she left her bike a few inches away from her and some kid just walked on by and snagged it. so, she always made sure she kept a close eye on it.

the brunette then pulled her iphone from her pocket, snapping a photograph of her ice cream. she smirked as she sent it out on instagram, at first she thought it was stupid but joey then found herself addicted. much like the rest of the social networking sites she was on, they just sort of meshed into the routine of joey's. wake up, post a picture of breakfast and morning joint on instagram and twitter, engage in breakfast and morning joint, get dressed, post a picture of the day's outfit on instagram and twitter, well you get the idea. it was all just a cycle, but joey didn't mind it. she liked keeping things organized as much as possible.

notes copy/pasted this from another site they'll be short and shitty in no time<3
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[wynton stuart thackeray]

Wynton woke up way too early. Again. He was still fresh from a trip back home to England, just a week spent in the family home but long enough to throw his internal clock so off balance that he was constantly up and then sleepy at odd hours, all very disorienting. He was exhausted but at the same time, too wired to sleep. Uncomfortable combination that. So instead of crawling back into bed, Wynton dragged his ass from bed to his study, moving slowly and praying the gods of the internet would have either a solution to this sleeplessness or something that could wake him all the way into full alertness. Three hours later, neither problem had been solved but Wynton was now, through the magic of wikipedia, fully educated on the effects of radiation and how nuclear fission and fusion worked. At least the edge of sleepiness had worn off.

He pulled himself out of his chair, shuffling from office to shower, scrubbing off the gross sleepy feeling off. Fresh from the shower and wearing freshly laundered clothes, Wynton stared at his phone, then the computer screen, then at his phone again. What to do, where to go. He couldn't stay indoors all day so.... Wynton hailed a cab, deciding just at the last moment that the park, that sounded nice, right? So that's how he ended up walking through the park, holding an iced coffee he'd bought at a coffee shop on the corner across the street. There were kids, people, everyone out and having fun while Wynton still felt like he was in a bit of a fog. Uncomfortable. But then he saw her.

He could swear, that must be the girl from the chatroom, he would swear it, though from the icon... hard to tell but still, he thought, she looked so much like it and... Oh and he was staring, that was well awkward. What to do what to what to do? If she'd seen him, it would be too weird to just suddenly shuffle away so.... Another moment of hesitation and then he was strolling over. "Oh, um...." He stared down at her and the open seat on the bench. "Uh, is there someone sitting here?"

[joey rae engle]

as joey sat there licking her ice cream, she thought of her cat muffin. and now much he loved ice cream. she laughed to herself thinking of his little tongue lapping around, especially since he'd eat ice cream laying on his back when she'd feed it to him. he was two and humungous, but she didn't judge him. in joey's eyes, who was she to say he was too fat for his age? what kind of cat parent would she be if she did that? a bad one. anyway, she glanced around the park for a second before turning her attention back to her phone. seven teen likes on her picture already? score. joey swung her feet back and forth as she sat on the bench, reaching an end to her ice cream leaving her the cone and the bit of ice cream that lay inside it. she frowned at the sight, but shrugged biting a bit of the cone.

suddenly she felt her personal space being invaded. the voice was familiar but she couldn't figure it out right away, until she looked up with a goofy grin. not only did joey enjoy his documentaries, but he was absolutely gorgeous. "uh- no no no! go ahead, sit down. it's not like i own all of these benches or anything," oh no, here we go. "then again i think it'd be cool to own a bench, it'd be like monopoly. she laughed a bit, wiggling her glasses talking in her 'fancy monocule wearing man' voice where all of her s's came out like 'sh' 'heh excuse me sir, you're on my property give me one hundred dollars, my good man.'" she grinned a bit at her thought before sighing quickly. "then again if i owned this bench you would definitely be allowed to sit on it for free," she extended a hand after shoving her phone in her pocket. "joanna rae engle, but i prefer joey. or scooter, or whichever else you'd prefer. big fan of your work," she smiled, taking another bite from the cone. she chewed rather quickly before going on, with her word vomit. "bottom of the deck was pure genius but the night before last has got to be my favorite out of them all. then again your newest film always ends up being my favorite until the next comes out, it's happened with all ten of them," she laughed a little, feeling her cheeks get a bit pink. she sighed, looking straight ahead trying to make things less awkward but that sucked since awkward was her middle name.

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[wynton stuart thackeray]

When the woman looked up at him, Wynton could have sworn all over again that she was almost for sure the woman from the chat room. But she didn't seem to recognize him at first and it wasn't exactly acceptable to be like 'hey, weren't you in a chat room last night? I swear I'm not a stalker.' so he couldn't well ask. Maybe mention Ant Man and Wonder Woman? No, anyone could have opinions on those things, that wouldn't work. But before he could worry too much, she was off and rambling about benches and monopolies and charging him and his mind was a little bit spinning with too much information when he was too tired to think. So. Instead of saying anything, he just nodded and then sat, sipping his coffee through his straw and trying to follow along.

A hand shoved in his direction, alright, that he could do. Wynton reached out, grabbed her hand, shaking it firmly once before letting go and reaching up to adjust his glasses quickly. "Nice to meet you I'm-" But she was charging on and why was he even introducing himself anyway? She obviously knew who he was. And certainly she knew his work. Wynton nodded quickly, opening his mouth to start to say something a couple of times but every time she just cut him off and instead Wynton ended up saying nothing but nodding more. When she finally finished speaking, a bit pink in the cheeks, Wynton stared, waiting for a second to see if she was really done talking or not. But when she didn't say another word, Wynton nodded a bit. "Right. Joey. I'm Wynton. Which you already knew but it's rude not to introduce myself so Wynton. Or Wyn. Or sometimes my mates call me Thack but really whatever you want is fine." Names, he could do this. "And, um, thank you. Glad to meet a fan." He frowned at his own words. "That was... very obnoxious. Thank you for liking my movies." Wynton took a deep breath, trying to decide what to say and then just blurted the first thing into his mind. "What's your opinion on Ant Man versus Wonder Woman?" And there he went, stupid question which would only lead to awkwardness about why he was asking such a thing. Stupid stupid stupid. "Um..."

[joey rae engle]

she didn't honestly think he'd want to continue this mainly one sided conversation with her, so just munched away on her ice cream cone. she chewed down the rest of it, rubbing her hands together before taking a sip of water. her eyes slowly traced their way back over to wynton as she heard that orgasmic accent filling her ears. she nodded as a way to say 'you're welcome' which was usually some thing joey did when she felt she made an ass out of herself. which in fact, she did. when he asked his question, she cocked her head to the side scrunching her faced up a bit. "well it's terrible that they making an ant man movie before a wonder woman movie. like is the world of comics, well and the world of hollywood, so sexist that the one rare female superhero is shoved to side so fuckin' thor can drop his hammer everywhere? not to mention the third fucking iron man movie just came out, can wonder woman just get one movie? that's all i ask for." she shook her head a bit, taking a breath. "i mean, wonder woman is my spirit animal. funny you asked that though because last night i was online and th-" she stopped talking, for once, and looked up at wynton. then it hit her! "oh my glob i was talking to you online last night! i didn't even realize it, well then or now. feel free to cut me off anytime, i know it's like super annoying but ever since i was a kid i just go on and on and on. but it seems it's happening now because i'm a fan, well that's a lie it's because you're really cute. i mean what? no you're not, i mean you are but i shouldn't have said anything like tha-" joey took another deep breath, her cheeks redder than anything as she stood up. she grabbed her bike, waving her hand in circles as if she were saying 'good day' to the guy. "i'm just gonna, head on outta here. maybe i'll come across you in cyber land again," she nodded, fixing her backpack before walking along wheeling her bike next to her feeling like an idiot.

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[wynton stuart thackeray]

Well at least she didn't instantly go running for the hills the second he mentioned his odd question. She didn't even seem to remember he'd asked it. Wynton just sat anxiously still, sipping his coffee through a straw and nodding faintly along, trying to look like he was following. But she was speaking so quickly and Wynton was so jet lagged still and he was having trouble catching every word. Probably was only getting every other, at least enough to know what she was saying. And then... She totally remembered him. And more than that, she called him cute. Wynton's jaw dropped. No one called him cute. Well, no interviewers sometimes did and his friends did when they were teasing him but no one else. "Wait!" She was already getting up and trying to run off. "Wait, no, um, don't. You don't need to run away, I'm not...." But Joey was already walking away from him and Wynton was flustered as hell and not really sure what he was supposed to do now. A moment of hesitation and then he was grabbing his coffee and hurrying after her. "No really, wait, stop." He fell into step along side Joey, half walking, half trying to look at her. "I didn't mean to make you run away, it's just that I thought you looked like the girl in the chatroom from your icon and that's a well weird thing to remember but I just didn't know how to ask without being creepy. But if you like my movies and you think I'm cute you really don't have to go." He took a deep breath, moving to stand in front of her so she couldn't go wandering off before he'd finished speaking. Clutching his plastic coffee cup so hard it bent under his fingers, Wynton shrugged a bit. "We could get coffee. I mean..." He looked down at the cup in his hands. "I already have coffee. But I can get you coffee. Or... I don't know, we could get something else. Coffee was just an idea, it doesn't have to be coffee. Unless you like coffee in which case.. Yes. Um. Coffee."

[joey rae engle]

as she walked away joey cursed at herself under her breath she literally ruined everything good in her life. she, some times, wished she could be normal. whatever that meant. maybe if she were normal she'd have an actual relationship with her family, maybe she'd be married with a family of her own by now, maybe she'd have more friends than just the three good friends and cat she had, maybe she wouldn't be twenty six working on a comic book store, and most importantly maybe she wouldn't be so god damn alone.

joey's face lit up a bit hearing that adorable accent calling behind her. her eyes glanced over at him, a goofy smile on her face as he said he recognized her from the chat room. coming to the conclusion that that was his reasoning for sitting next to her on the bench. joey stopped walking as wynton stepped in front of her. her eyes studied him, especially when he bent his cup. she, also, took note of his mini ramble when he brought up getting coffee. it was awesome to meet some one, almost, as awkward as her. "uh, i mean i have water so i'll be alright," she nodded looking down to her feet before realizing how mean that sounded. her head shot back up, "but like i still totally wanna do things to you- with you! with, with you. what's up with that all about?" she laughed nervously, her cheeks getting warm again.

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[wynton stuart thackeray]

"Oh right, um, yes, you have water, no that's fine." Wynton nodded vigorously and then tried to decide if that was her turning him down or just genuinely wanting him to come up with something else not coffee. But before he had a chance to try and figure it out on his own, Joey was saying she wanted to do things to him. Well bloody hell. His eyes got huge and he nodded a bit before trying to speak, stumbling over his own words. "Well yes I c-c-can do things w-w-with you, yes I have the time for doing things. T-T-T-" He shook his head again, trying to clear out the stammers. "With you. Doing things. Whatever things... Fun things." This was getting out of hands but at least they were both being awkward, not just one stammering away.

He was never good with girls, his mates always picking up women with such ease while Wynton struggled and stammered and babbled, uncertain around new people and more so with people he was attracted to. "We can.... Um..." He tried to think of something cool, something interesting but... "I honestly haven't been here long I don't know what people do here aside from... Well, work on my movie and walk around and go to the bar but that's it." Good, so he now sounded like a loser with no life. Which wasn't entirely inaccurate but still, couldn't he manage to sound a little cooler? Apparently not.

[joey rae engle]

again, her eyes were almost glued to him. she smiled that goofy smile as he stammered and such, it made her feel better that was for sure. she shrugged, chuckling a big. "if it makes you feel better i go to work at the comic book store then usually just head home to throw all my lonely sob stories at my cat? then i go on my blog and bitch about how my cat doesn't even listen to me," she shrugged a bit, smiling at wynton again. she nibbled on her lip for a second, thinking of something they could do. "i could take you to the mall over at showcase comics where i work? just a suggestion, you can say no if you want,"

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[wynton stuart thackeray]

Thank god she had an idea. Wynton nodded quickly, grasp on his coffee cup loosening a bit. Nervousness was fading, just a bit, enough that he didn't stammer when he spoke again. "That could be good. Mall is good, yeah. and comics, that's also good." Wynton smiled a bit before sipping his coffee again, making a face when he found that he was really at the bottom and it was just melted ice and coffee dregs. "Let me just find a..." There was a trashcan not far off and he held up a finger in a 'wait a minute' gesture before jogging off to toss the cup and came hurrying back, wiping the hand that had been holding the cup off on his shirt, drying it from the condensation on the cup. "Alright. Yeah, uh, lead the way? I don't know where the mall is."

[joey rae engle]

joey shrugged a bit, smirk rising on her lips. "the mall's shit, few good stores but the rest of it's full of these fucking people who have their heads so far up their own asses i see their hair poking out of their mouths," she sighed a bit. "no one ever comes in showcase, no one appreciates nerds anymore. some times i get that occasional girl who bought a pair of hipster glasses and wears a storm trooper pin and is like 'oh yeah i am a total nerd' so i ask her some star wars questions and she has no idea what i'm talking about. blasphemous i say, blasphemous." she giggled a bit looking up into wynton's eyes, bringing her eyes to meet his. she smiled for a second, her eyes darting back down to her feet as he hurried off to the trash can.

she nervously clutched her hand that wasn't holding onto her bike on the strap of her backpack that was wrapped around her shoulder as he came back over. joey nodded slowly, looking up at him again. "did you drive here? if not we can walk or get a cab, i uh- i don't have a car. i have my license, i can drive a car i just don't really see the point in it." she shrugged a bit, smirking as she waited for him to respond.

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[wynton stuart thackeray]

Wynton relaxed a bit more as Joey rambled on about the store. This wasn't awkward or weird anymore, no staring and stammering and saying awkward things that would make Wynton want to curl up and die. "Nerds are in right now, that's what my mate says. But," He smiled a bit at Joey, then stuck his thumb out and jabbed it against his own chest, puffing up a bit for dramatic effect. "I'm the real deal. One hundred percent genuine real nerd. No fashion follower here." And then he deflated a bit and shrugged. "Don't quiz me though, you'll make me nervous and I'll forget things and you'll think I'm like one of those girls. Not that I'm a girl but the other part. Fake nerd. Which I'm not."

At her question, he shook his head. "Caught a cab. I don't mind walking though or a cab or... " Another shrug, Wynton not minding much whatever way they went. He was in no rush and liked walking besides that so... "I can walk just fine. I don't mind it. Unless you'd rather a cab in which case let me cover it because if I can't buy you coffee I will at least cover cab fare and money's not an issue and..." He trailed off, rubbing the back of his head and grinning nervously. "Not that I'm trying to imply you can't pay or that you shouldn't or that I should because that would be sexist, I just thought I'd offer because.... Um. Well... I just am. But I don't have to. Um."

[joey rae engle]

joey giggled, shrugging a bit before taking a step or two closer to him before stepping back to where she was at first. "why would you be nervous?" she nibbled on her lip a bit, her thoughts going on and on about how cute wynton was. "i'm a super nerd, and i wear this title with so much pride." she smiled, looking into the man's eyes before turning her gaze back down to the ground.

she listened on, and on. the grin reappearing on her face as he rambled a bit, shaking her head. "i wouldn't think you were sexist, since you agree on the topic of wonder woman not having a movie yet," she smirked, shrugging her shoulders looking down at her bike. "we could walk? get to know each other a bit, the last time i caught a cab when i had my bike the dude was like 'are you leaving that here?' i told him i wasn't planning on it, and he was like 'well, i don't know where we're gonna fit this,' i mean i've fit this bike in many trunks or fuck it dude i'd get in the front seat and let my bike sit in the back. so i gave up and just rode my bike some more," she smiled, looking around before letting her eyes fall back on wynton. "so, shall we?"

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[wynton stuart thackeray]

"Because," Wynton started to explain, gesturing a bit with his hands as he spoke, always one to speak as much with his hands as with his mouth. "I get flustered and then I forget things and it's well embarassing." He nodded a bit as he thought on this. "Its like when I was a kid and I'd forget all my studies whenever the teacher called on me. I don't like being put on the spot. Which...." He trailed off, cocking his head to one side. "I suppose is odd since I'm always getting put there when I make movies and all."

At least the worries of having his stuttering ramble be misinterpreted by Joey were quickly calmed when she reassured him she didn't think he was a sexist. And then he was nodding eagerly. Walks, those were considered nice, generally more romantic than a cab ride, not that he was thinking romance but... he was kind of thinking romance so.... "Yes, um, walking is good, cab drivers here are mad anyway. Well, they're mad everywhere but here especially." Another short nod and he returned the smile she turned on him. "Mmhmm, we shall." Wynton glanced down the path and then back at Joey. "But you lead the way. Since you know where we're going."

[joey rae engle]

jshe listened to him, nodding. "my problem always was i didn't when to stop talking, well actually that seems to be my problem now. i just keep going and going, until people's eyes glaze over or some one tells me to shut the fuck up," she shrugged a bit, "that is weird though, you don't like being put on the spot yet you constantly put yourself in that situation," she scrunched her face up for a second, pushing her glasses back up the bridge of her nose.

joey smirked, nodding. "i think everyone's a little crazier in new york, the atmosphere just makes everyone more aggressive and in your face," she sighed, "i'm not from around here, i moved here after high school to go to art school. this city takes some getting used to, but now she's like home to me. it's been eight years since i moved here," she smiled a bit, the smile turning into a grin as he replied with 'we shall,' it made joey get a good feeling in her stomach, who knows where this thing with wynton could go? only time would really tell, if joey doesn't fuck it up with her rambling. she nodded, turning her head a bit before seeing the path that lead to the park's exit onto the sidewalk. "onward!" she called out, walking in that direction glancing over at wynton every now and again. "so what's your story?"

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