Make the Most of Every Day... hah. {Seoras}

[Hecate [Helena McFadden]]

"Make the Most of Every Day!!! read the folded pamphlet that resided on the dirty, scratched table. The writing was in annoyingly bright colors, and was printed on a paper with a design of smiley faces on it. Helena sighed as she turned the paper over, and over again in her hands. If the girl had taken the time to open, and read the text on the inside of the brochure, she would have learned that it was an advertisement for a counseling center that her mother had been convinced she needed to join. Helena shook her head, and crumpled up the paper. Am I really that messed up?... she though to herself dismally, honestly believing it for a brief moment. But with another moment passing, a slight chuckle escaped the lanky brunette's mouth as she tossed the paper into a black trashcan, whose paint was peeling.

Helena's brown eyes lingered on the trashcan for a moment, before returning to the table that resided in front of her. Reaching forward her pale hands, the girl lifted her coffee cup from the chipped saucer where it was set, and raised it to her lips. After taking a long sip from of the pure black liquid, and setting the cup back on the table, Helena grabbed her purse which was set on the chair next to her. The purse itself was in a black and white checkered print, and had several different patched sewn onto it to prevent things from spilling out. Digging through the messy bag, the girl pulled out a red and black duct tape wallet. "Dammit...." Helena whispered to herself, realizing that she didn't even have enough to pay for the coffee.... let alone the sandwhich she had ordered which hadn't even arrived yet.....

[Hephaistos [Seoras Reinard]]

Seoras scowled as he stepped from his car, feeling his leg nearly give under the unexpected pressure before he regained control and forced himself to stand fully upright.

"D**nit...d**nit...ow...I can't believe he...ow...ow...did...that..." To be blunt, Seoras felt like crap. His leg was killing him, largely because of the knife that had been slammed into it the previous night. An older cousin of his, who had been staying with Seoras and his family for the past month, had stumbled in drunk the previous night. The goth had tried to get the fool to calm down and sleep it off, but his cousin flipped and pulled out a jackknife, burying it in Seoras's leg before he used his cousin's face as a punching bag and dropped the fool. The following morning, his cousin had no clue why his nose was broken and he looked vaguely similar to hamburger meat. Now Seoras would be limping for awhile, between the pain and the damaged muscle needing time to re-knit.

With his dark look firmly fixed on his face, Seoras limped up to the door of the cafe and angrily kicked it open...with his bad leg. "OW!!!!" he yelled inside his head, a tightening of his face the only outward sign he gave of the pain. Stumping in in an even worse mood, he paused a few yards from a table, his face softening. "Helena..."

Doing his best to hide the limp he now had as well as the intermittent wince on his face, Seoras slowly walked forward and gently pulled the chair next to the girl out from the table so he could sit down. Normally he would have asked first, but with the condition his leg was in, standing wasn't exactly fun. A slight sigh of relief escaped his lips as the pressure came off his leg and the pain lessened slightly. Better, if not by much.

"Hey Helena..." The goth needed but a moment to process the look on the girl's face as she looked into her wallet. Turning slightly, he caught the attention of a waiter that he knew, the man immediately heading back to the kitchen: Seoras had known the waiter for a long time, and the waiter knew exactly what the goth would order. Turning back to the girl next to him, Seoras smirked. "No worries, everything's on me..."

[Hecate [Helena McFadden]]

Shoving her duct tape wallet back into her sad excuse for a purse, Helena jumped at the site of someone else at her table. Truly, the whole idea of possible counseling must have truly offset her if the girl hadn't noticed someone approaching her table. Blinking a few times, Helena was finally able to get a grip on the situation, the moment she did so, she noticed that the person who had joined her was none other than her dear Seoras. Behind her dark brown eyes, the girl watched as a waiter passed them by, and made a slight acknowlegement to the gothic boy, before heading back into the kitchen.

A puzzled look on her face, Helena turned her attention back to Seoras. She was about to open her mouth to greet and question him, but the boy beat her to it. No worries, everything's on me... The brunette girl's mind went blank for a moment, as she tried with all her might to think of something to say... she honestly would love to not have to worry about the bill, but something inside her was a bit against it. But as he mouth slowly opened to speak, the former opinion won. "Well... if you insist....I shall have to thank you later." was all that the girl was able to get out.

Shaking her head slightly, Helena lowered her eyes from Seoras' to the cup of coffee that resided on the table. After taking another long sip of it, the girl looked back up at the boy. "So, my dearest, Seoras.... what brings you to this side of town?" The lanky girl said, a bit shaky, trying to change the topic of conversation. Seoras, to her knowledge, didn't often hang out on the shady side of their city; so it was a bit of a curious thing to see him here today.

[Hephaistos [Seoras Reinard]]

The goth looked on amused as Helena jumped when she noticed him next to her.

"Well... if you insist....I shall have to thank you later."

Seoras smirked evilly at her response. "I do insist. And I think I'd like that..." he said softly with a wink. Ah flirting, the greatest of all Earthy past-times...

"So, my dearest, Seoras.... what brings you to this side of town?"

He winced slightly as he went to rest one hand on his bad leg, quickly changing his plan and putting it on the table instead. "You know, bad mood, bad leg, and I hate coffee. This seemed like the best place to go. I actually come here a lot...just about the only reason I can be found in this part of town. Been coming here since I was just a wee thing," he finished with an Irish lilt. The boy was Irish obviously and normally he didn't have the accent, though he could bring it out at will and on occaision it just jumped out. This was one of the former times.

[Hecate [Helena McFadden]]

I do insist. And I think I'd like that... Snickering, Helena mischieviously returned Seoras' wink. Oh, how she loved to relentlessly flirt with the gorgeous goth-boy. "Ahh... once again you have discovered my hidden meaning! I praise thee for it!" The brunette said, with a slight hint of sarcasm. Holding the boy's gaze for a moment, Helena smiled before once more taking a drink from her strong, black coffee as she awaited Seoras' reply. You know, bad mood, bad leg, and I hate coffee. The girl raised one of her eyebrows in disbelief. Really now Helena... having feelings for someone against coffee... how can you deal with yourself? Her thoughts questioned herself.

This seemed like the best place to go. I actually come here a lot...just about the only reason I can be found in this part of town. Been coming here since I was just a wee thing Although Helena's original intention had been to question the boy about his bad leg, and what had happened.... the hint of an Irish accent flung the thoughts from her mind. Although she herself possesed an accent matching Seoras'.... she still found her thoughts being wiped clear whenever his became apparent. There was a pause in the conversation, during which the only thought that came accross the lanky brunette's mind was IrishaccentIrishaccentIrishaccet... about a billion times.

Blinking a few times, Helena let out a slight cough. "Er...." Well let's see here.... how do you get yourself out of this one...? Her thoughts sarcastically questioned. "I am in love with your accent." Was the only thing that the girl found herself saying. Suprisingly, she managed to get it out in a completely indifferent tone. A smirk then crossed Helena's face as she awaited a reply from her dear Seoras.

[Hephaistos [Seoras Reinard]]

"Ahh... once again you have discovered my hidden meaning! I praise thee for it!"

"Oh, lass, twas but the work of a moment to discern yer intentions. Ye cannae hide naught from me..." This was said somewhere between Ireland, Scottland, and the great state of Confusion. And what a wonderful place that was...well, the accent was cool anyways...

He smiled when she cokked an eyebrow at him at his coffee comment. Coffee was just something he had never had a taste for...unlike Helena, clearly, whose mug of black coffee still steamed lightly in her hands.

Seoras blinked for a moment at Helena's sudden pause in "normalcy" while she stared blankly before she blinked a few times and came back to reality. "What was she thinking about?"

"Er....I am in love with your accent."

The goth smirked. So that was it, eh? Little Irish hypnotism? Helena always had had a thing for the Green, White, and Orange...Strange, that didn't flow as well as Red, White, and Blue. Oh well.

"Mine isn't as good as yours is, your blood is purer than mine. I've got too much kilt in me to really peg the clover. But when you mix them together, apparently a major babe-magnet. You see, I already have you under my spell..." he commented as he jokingly slid his arm around her shoulders, acting like he was doing it stealthily where he clearly was not. Changing tactics a bit, he made his hand "walk"down her shoulder, where his hand found its place on her upper arm as he pulled her in in something resembling a hug.

"Ah, you know you love me..." Now that it suddenly occurred to him, it seemed odd that Helena had made no comment about him saying his leg was screwed up. He wasn't digging for sympathy here, but Helena was normally so quick to pick up the most subtle of details. "Maybe I really DID get her with that accent..."
((Yes...clearly that was an honest typo with the eyebrow bit...totally lying...))

[Hecate [Helena McFadden]]

Oh, lass, twas but the work of a moment to discern yer intentions... Seoras honestly didn't have to continue any longer. With the first phrase, Helena was ready to jump on him... even though his accent was a bit ridiculous... but all the same, the girl didn't care. As her mind wrapped itself around every word that escaped the gothic-boy's mouth, a smile subconsciously crossed her face, and her eyes sort of glazed happilly over. Considering what part of town she was in, a person who was just wandering into the cafe could have easilly suspected the the brunette was on some sort of drug... which, thankfully, she wasn't.

Mine isn't as good as yours is, your blood is purer than mine. I've got too much kilt in me to really peg the clover. As Seoras spoke once more Helena shook her head to get herself out of her happy daze. The moment she caught a grip on the boy's words, her grin turned into a huge smile. She loved Irish men above all else.... but Seoras was an Irish-Scottish mix... which for him... was even spiffier. But when you mix them together, apparently a major babe-magnet. You see, I already have you under my spell... The lanky girl blinked a few times at the boy's response... it would appear that Seoras was reading her thoughts.... but then again... that wouldn't be so bad....

The girl found herself chuckling softly as her dear gothic Seoras put his arm around her in a very sad attempt at stealth, then allowed his fingers to waltz along her shoulder and rest upon her arm. Ah, you know you love me... Looking up into the deep, saphire eyes of Seoras, a smile once more lit up Helena' face. "You know me well...." She said, her Irish making an attempt to be known. "I thought I had you fooled for a moment there...." the brunette continued, only half joking...

"What gave it away?" She asked, as though she were a vandal who had just been caught in one of those old 1950's movies.... Sure... the girl truly did have feelings for Seoras... but if he didn't return them... she would hate to risk their friendship for an impulse.

((oh... you loserface. I was finally having ammo to mock you with.... pshaaaw))

[Hephaistos [Seoras Reinard]]

He watched as Helena's consious mind seemed to take a back seat for a moment, her eyes glazed over in...something. Thought, perhaps? Better than drugs, though the lop-sided smile on her face was reminicent of one who was on something. Seoras of course knew better: she had been as normal as she got but a second before, so it had to be her way of spacing and thinking at the same time. The best time for it however? Eh...she was probably making fun of his silly combination accent in the safety of her own mind.

Seoras noted her grin widening as she seemed to come back to Earth at his normal voice and touch, hearing her laughing lightly at his continued silliness.

"You know me well...I thought I had you fooled for a moment there....What gave it away?"

Her Irish accent poking through was music to his ears. Nice to know he wasn't the only one who still held a bit of their heritage in their speech...or a slight weakness for such things. Seoras grinned at the girl as he leaned closer, eyes widening in a somewhat creepy look.

"In my mystic vision, all is laid bare...your mind, your heart...your body..." The goth let his gaze slide from her head to her toes before slowly coming back up to lock eyes with Helena. He winked; he fully expected either a slap in the face or a joke, both of which were rather likely from this girl...

((Ammo? ...Did I miss something? Clearly...Care to explain, or no?))
((What gave you away? Why those meddling kids and a pup named Scooby Doo of course! Yes, I am childish and that show was always one of my favorite cartoons as a kid. You don't like it, BUG OFF!!! ;D ))

[Hecate [Helena McFadden]]

The brunette watched curiously as Seoras leaned forward, his eyes huge. Helena wasn't quite sure what was taking place... that is, until the boy opened his mouth to speak once more. In my mystic vision, all is laid bare...your mind, your heart...your body... For a moment, a puzzled look crossed the lanky girl's face.... that is, until Seoras looked her up and down. She then let out a small laugh, and shook her head... the laugh was heightened slightly as her gothic-friend winked mischieviously at her. Letting out an over-dramatic gasp, the girl's draw jokingly dropped in shock. "Why... Seoras...." She said, in an innocent tone... but it suddenly changed to a dark, seductive tone as she spoke once more... "I didn't know you cared!"

With that, she flung her arms around the back of her friend's neck, and softly kissed his cheek. Pulling back out, she gave him a wink of her own, then took her arms back. Helena then took another sip of her coffee, completely non-chalant, as if nothing had just happened out of the ordinary. "So... how about that weather today? Wuite pleasing aye?" The brunette said, in a mock-snobby -British accent.... She deeply enjoyed Seoras' company... simply because she could truly be her spastic self around him... without having to worry about him getting the wrong impression.

((Ummm just trying to catch you on a typo, to make up for all of mine))
((OOOH!!! NO!!! Thats awesome! I was a scooby-doo FANATIC when I was a kid... oh... awesome...))