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Post by jet capaldi on Feb 14, 2010 22:18:04 GMT -5
CHINESE FOOD WAS HONESTLY such a huge guilty pleasure of his that it was just stupid-ridiculous. Despite it being one temptation he could never resist, it always had to come from this specific bistro or he wouldn't eat it. It would just taste like complete and utter shit to him to be perfectly honest. At the ripe age of twenty four, the tall, 6'1.5" male looked like he was content with sitting there alone, popping a piece of broccoli into his mouth and munching on it silently. Chicken and Broccoli, you could never go wrong with such a combination. The only thing that was wrong with this picture was the simple fact that Jet Capaldi had his entire mind preoccupied with Lil, his six month old baby girl, who was currently on a play date because, well, she needed to socialize, even at a young age. It was important, right? He had five other sisters to socialize with and without that he would probably be such a loner and not be where he was today...most likely...
RUNNING HIS FINGERS THROUGH his mass of dark hair, bright teal hazel eyes glanced around the place. It was practically empty and it was between lunch time, rush hour, and dinner so most people were ordering. He got lucky...He hated being here when it was crowded. The photographer wore nothing special, just the usual clothing that was simple but suited him well. He had a Polaroid camera sitting on the table as he pushed the food around on his tray, his mind way too stressed over whether she was alright or not. She was his entire world, no if ands or buts about it. After all, she was all he had left here in France. The rest of his family was scattered, though mostly in England and he didn't plan on going back there any time soon because his work was here at Thomas Models and Vogue magazine. There would be no point in moving and losing out on a perfectly good opportunity.
BUT THE MAIN REASON why he hated being here when it was crowded was probably because he was usually with Lil and everyone looked at him with pity or they thought he was gay. Sure, he wouldn't object to a fling or two with a guy, but he was mostly into women...Who knew? Maybe he just didn't meet the right people yet but overall, they usually thought his wife died. He surprisingly still had his wedding band and it was sitting at the bottom of his underwear drawer back at his apartment. The truth was, she simply took everything in the divorce and left him with Lil before taking off with Lil's real father who just so happened to be his best friend. Yep, you heard right...Jet wasn't Lil's real father. In fact, he looked nothing like her. She was the spitting image of her mother with her blond curls and large blue eyes and porcelain skin...She had the full lips, the button nose, and when she smiled she even had her smile and even though she looked like her mother and even had her mother's name, Jet still loved her as if she were his own. No one would be able to change his opinion on that subject.
BACK, HOWEVER, TO HIM suddenly losing his appetite. He would have to get this to go and just eat it later because he knew he was bound to get hungry again later...He would just pick Lil up early from that play date or something...He could hear the bell of the door ringing as someone entered and it brought him out of his thoughts. Using his peripheral, he was able to glance over at the person, not entirely getting a full look at them and thus focusing back on his food sitting in front of him, forcing himself to pop another piece of broccoli into his mouth.
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Post by jason lonsdale on Feb 14, 2010 22:23:05 GMT -5
A rather annoying bell chimed above him as he made his steps into the resturaunt. You know, Jason never quite understood why there were these bells in some resturaunts. What does it indicate? That someone new has walked in...it's kind of a given; when someone is standing at the cash registar waiting to be served. They're not there for their health, or because they want to stand around and people watch. Jason was pretty sure society had better things to do than just loathe in a resturaunt, expecially one that had the word 'fucking' in the name. It always made Jason snicker under his breathe like a little kid when people would ask him where he went for lunch or dinner and he'd tell them, wan's fucking bistro.
A pitchy squeal broke his thought, his grey eyes scanned, looking for the source of the sound. Until it was spotted; a little girl eating with her mother off in a booth was laughing at noises the blonde hair lady was making towards her. See, that's another thing that Jason didn't quite get a grasp on. When that little girl goes to school, and a teacher asks her where'd you go for lunch? She replies with a toothy smile, wan's fucking bistro. What do you say to that? You can't yell at her because that is the name of the resturaunt, but you can't laugh otherwise you'll encourage her and that's the last thing we need. The younger generations running around with the 'f-bomb' flying out their mouths
Sub-conciously Jason had already followed a man, and ordered his food. Heat pressed against his face from the window, the man returned only to give him his drink which was a soft-drink. "Thanks," His peach lips pressed against the cup as the fluid fell into his mouth. Savoring the flavor, Jason gulped the drink down slowly. Although the taste of soda didn't fully satisfy, the smell of food did. Food filled into his nostrils. It smelled delicious, almost as good as what he gets. His face turned towards the smell to see a familiar face. A white smile fell upon his face, as his body shifted towards the man at the table across from him. How did he not notice or pay any attention to such a importance? Jason feeling as if he needed to redeem himself, spoke, "Hey, Jet, why didn't you text me to tell me you were coming here? We could've carpooled"
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Post by jet capaldi on Feb 15, 2010 13:31:36 GMT -5
HEARING SOMEONE TALK TO him, Jet's eyes glanced up at the person and a soft grin fell on his face. Good, someone to take his mind off Lils...Wait, he shouldn't take his mind off of Lils. Would that be considered bad parenting if he sometimes wished he was living by himself and didn't have to worry about a kid that wasn't even his? Yeah, it totally had to be. So instead, he kept his mind on Lil and that she was his child because he was the one who was basically taking about eighteen years of so out of his life and in a way investing it in her in hopes that she will someday have an even better living than he did growing up. It wasn't like he had it super bad or anything...But she needed a mother or at least a dominant female figure in her life. Sure she was only six months but still. Artificial nipples really don't do shit for babies, "I have a thing for walking, mate," he always did. He didn't even own a car though he did have a car seat for whenever he used a taxi and brought Lil with him. Walking was nicer, though. You got to appreciate the beauty of the city a lot better than sitting in a car watching it all whirl by.
HIS BRITISH ACCENT WAS thick when he spoke, as it always was. Nice and smooth, the kind of voice that can easily help him out of any stinky or messy situation, if he ever got into them, "Oy, you want the rest, man? Lost my appetite," Jet was normally a huge pig when it came to food and he usually worked out to burn off all the fat. That much was noticeable even through his clothing. He did take care of himself but he wasn't a health but. He would eat healthy but balance it out with a few sweets and deep fried goodness at the same time. Almost immediately, he was checking his phone for any messages. Seeing none, he looked a bit out of it and he scrunched up his eyebrows, running his fingers through his hair again before grabbing his camera, "Come with me to get Lil, yeah? She misses Uncle Jay," he chuckled. Maybe he just didn't want to actually think on the way there...He had been thinking about the past way too much lately. Maybe it was because he was slowly getting sick of all those one night stands and was yearning for a relationship again. One that would actually work.
BUT IT HAD BEEN what? Only about eight or more months since the divorce and he was so used to walking up and having someone next to him for seven years that not having someone there would make him feel empty and lonely right? That had to be perfectly normal...Or maybe he was just missing her, which he shouldn't because she was the bitch that cheated on him with his best friend...And everyone else used to think his man whore ways would catch up with him and eventually lead to them breaking up...Looks like karma did, though, come back and bite him in the ass after all these years.
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Post by jason lonsdale on Feb 15, 2010 16:11:49 GMT -5
There was something bugging Jet, and Jason couldn't put his finger on it. For the past five minutes Jason was examining his face; there was awkward facial expressions but that was it. So he tried to focus on Jet's voice, no hint of pain, sorrow, or anger. It sounded like Jet, and how Jet always sounded. In reply to the offer Jason put his hand up and nodded no to Jet. He bit his lip as gray eyes followed his hands as Jet pulled out a phone; he must've been checking a message or something. His eyes followed back to look at Jets for a moment he looked lost and in despair yet eager. What did the message say? What was Jet was so eager for? Did Jet move on, does he have a date?! Jason pulled the cup to his mouth, taking a long sip, trying to think about what was wrong or missing.
Jet's british words fell out his mouth, but a name rang inside Jason's head. Lil. Case solved! Jet has the case of paranoia. How could Jason not have pay any notice to it before, Lil was always with Jet. So where was she? Jason pulled his mouth away from the cup to see the waiter setting his food down in front of him. "Thanks," He smiled as he spoke again, "But I think I'm going to need it boxed please," The Asian man nodded as he walked away fetching the foam box. Jason's attention turned back to Jet, his gray eyes sparkled while he smiled, "I could never pass up Lil`Lil" Lil`Lil was Jason's cute nickname he'd given her since he first saw Lil.
The man had returned with the foam box, and a receipt. Jason stood up as he scooped the food off the plate into his foam box. He passed it to Jet, offering to share the box. With the other hand Jason pulled out two twenty dollar bills as he did the math in his head. Ya, that should cover both meals and the tip. He laid the money on the table. Looking up at Jason to see if he was ready, he could taste the flavor of the soda die in the back of his throat. Reaching for the cup again as he took another swig. He made his way around the chair as he scooted it back into the table, resting the cup back in it's original spot. "You ready?" He asked smiling as he made his way towards the doors. Something about Lil made him get all bubbly inside making him eager to see her.
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Post by jet capaldi on Feb 16, 2010 20:29:25 GMT -5
JET PRACTICALLY FLEW FROM his seat as he got up, not needing someone to coax him into going to get Lil, "She's six months old and this book thing," he pulled a hard cover parenting book from his camera bag that as across his chest as he walked out, holding the foam container in one hand, "said she needs to be socially active by now...Mate, she can't even say daddy yet..." Jet looked at Jason as he walked, slightly briskly in the direction of the person's apartment. He looked back down at the book and shook his head, "It's total rubbish is what it is...How do you have a playdate when there's no talking, yeah?" he was rambling because he just wanted to get there already. Once they were there, Jet would probably completely be relaxed again and be his usual laid back self instead of a slight nervous wreck...and a bit upset that he listened to a silly book when he should just follow his gut.
IT WASN'T LIKE JET was a bad parent or anything...He just didn't want to mess up. He didn't want Lil to be spoiled or fall behind in any area of life. If anything, he wanted her to be ahead of everyone but she was so tiny and so fragile, he was terrified he would do something that could potentially impact her life in some negative way in the future. It was most likely why he bothered reading the book in the first place. If not, he wouldn't have bothers. His paternal instincts had been in full gear lately, even if he was at work and he usually had to bring Lil with him. If nudity was involved in the shoot, he usually gave her milk and she would be knocked out cold in her carriage, not facing the nudity. Whenever she was in the studio, as well, everyone knew better than to smoke. Though Jet smoked, it was never around Lil so he had cut back considerably to the point where it was only as a stress reliever...Which explained why he was lighting up a cigarette and then taking a drag to keep himself from bursting at the seams. Yeah, he was paranoid...Why wouldn't he be? It was Lil.
TAKING A DRAG FROM his cigarette, he seemed to relax a bit more, blowing the smoke out though his lips as he did, running his fingers through his hair and tossing the parenting book into a nearby trashcan. Such a waste of thirty five dollars...seriously. Then again, he earned that money back in like an hour from working. His mind was set on one person only and it had been for a while now-other than when he was with his wife...ex wife to be exact. Then he had her on his mind and work. Now it was work and Lil. Yeah, friends mattered, but she was his main priority and he knew that he would give anything for her in a heartbeat...Including ever getting up and actually going on at least one date with someone instead of just one night stand after one night stand. It only acted as a reminder of just how pathetic and lonely he was.
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