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Post by johnjordan on Jan 25, 2010 11:18:07 GMT -5
Man, I just know I'm going to regret doing this. These things always end badly. John thought to himself, as he walked into the restaurant, wearing a pair of jeans, a black T-shirt, and black sneakers that he found in his closet and just tossed on at the last minute. He was suppose to meet up with a guy that one of his friends had set him up with, telling him he needed to stop working so hard and have a little fun, even though he never had any success with these sort of things, going out and meeting people. Man, I hope he's cute. He walked over to an empty booth, wondering why his friend hadn't told him anything about the guy, not even his name or what he looked like. He also worried that he was being set up as a major prank, as he knew something like that was not uncommon, even in SHIELD. He twiddled his thumbs, and went over different, worse case scenarios in his mind, when he heard someone call his name.
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Post by theguardian on Jan 25, 2010 20:23:15 GMT -5
Jamie walked into the restaurant wearing a long sleeved, white shirt and dark jeans. He was really nervous and used the comfort of covering his body up. He had no idea why he was doing this. He though back to the letter he found in his room demanding him to meet here, wasn't signed or anything. He only just moved to the Avengers mansion and it felt as though the pranks were already starting. Still he'd be a bigger fool if he had missed a major meeting or some mission he was needed for. Being part of the Avengers was a new thing to him and he wasn't entirely sure what was life and what was work, there was a lot of ropes to be shown.
He followed the letters instructions to the occupied booth. He paused and look although not directly, in stealth. He could see a dark haired young guy sitting there. He looked just as scared as he was. Was it some kind of mission? He approached slowly and sat opposite, though had no idea how to react. Picking up the menu for a moment to hide his face and work out what to say, he eventually put it down and forced a smile from his pale scared face.
"Hey there, i'm Jamie." He spoke in his gentlemen manner, offering his hand.
He paused and looked around.
"So why are we here?" He whispered subtlety to the opposite man.
The man didn't seem threatening, he seemed almost more nervous than him.
Maybe it was training..
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Post by johnjordan on Jan 26, 2010 14:52:28 GMT -5
John watched, as the other guy sat down in the seat across from his. He had to admit, the guy was cute, a plus, but the poor guy seemed as nervous as he was, but a bit more confused, like he didn't know what was going on. "John. John Jordan." He said, taking Jamie's hand and giving it a firm shake, and a nervous smile. "So I take it no one told you anything either? Well, as far as I know, this is a blind date, set up by Clay Quartermaine, a friend and fellow SHIELD agent." He nervously picked up and opened his menu, looking at what was good, and to avoid getting lost in Jamie's beautiful eyes.
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Post by theguardian on Jan 26, 2010 16:03:00 GMT -5
Jamie listened for a moment, feeling her cheeks turn bashful pink. This was a date, and he felt so embarrassed.
So within moments of staying in the mansion he was already sussed out. Made him feel kinda like someone could see right through him and knew everything personal about him, kinda like he was being monitored.
Still he held a face, despite it being shy and weak.
"Ahh...." He replied trying to formulate a worthy sentence to say.
"Kind of feels like i stuck my foot in my mouth." She said with a nervous laughter.
He found it hard to look directly at the man, though he was handsome.
"Ugh....Would you like a drink." He offered
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Post by johnjordan on Jan 27, 2010 15:48:59 GMT -5
Maybe, but if you need help removing it, I'll be more than happy to help. John thought to himself, as he looked down at the menu. Being from Texas, John didn't usually take to New York food, considering even their Bar-b-que to be second rate compared to anything from the south. However, he had been assured that this place had stakes worthy of anything Dallas itself, so he figured he would atleast give it a try. He looked up, when asked if he'd like anything to drink, and flipping to the beverage page, was relived to see his favorite beer listed. "Sure. I'll have a Sam Adams, original." He smiled, as soon as he looked into Jamie's eyes, finding himself unable to look away, in an almost mesmerized trance, thinking that maybe, just maybe, he might actually enjoy himself.
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Post by theguardian on Jan 28, 2010 11:15:09 GMT -5
Jamie could feel his eyes upon him as he tried to focus on the Menu. Yet temptation to look up was building and building till it swallowed his defenses as he slowly looked up sheepishly.
"Ok....So do we go there to order or does someone come here?"
He asked, looking back down, trying hard to focus on the Menu.
It was hard to tell if it was hormones or nerves that was doing this to him.
But he felt rather uncomfortable with this self-battle.
Still he was cute, but still nothing was known about him
He had to keep his caution up
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Post by johnjordan on Jan 28, 2010 13:12:16 GMT -5
"Um, I think a waiter comes to get our order, atleast that is what I understood, anyway." Both guys were nervous, which was understandable, under the circumstances, as neither knew the other, or anything about the other. After a few more minutes of tense silence, a waiter finally showed up, a skinny kid with a heavy Brooklyn accent, with black spiked hair, a white dress shirt with ling, rolled up sleeves, and a black tie. "So, you two ready to order your drinks?" John didn't look at him, keeping his gaze on Jamie, as he answered. "Yeah, I'll take a Sam Adams. Original." Sam Adams was the only domestic beers that he would even touch, the only one that didn't taste like urine, in his opinion.
He waited for the waiter to take Jamie's order, and leave, so he could finally talk to him, if he could muster up the courage to do, that was. Come on John, so he hot, that won't matter if you cant form a single sentence. Go ahead, start the conversation. He Finally summon the courage to start the conversation. "So, what....um, what do you do? For a living, I mean."
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Post by theguardian on Jan 28, 2010 13:58:00 GMT -5
"I'll have a bicardi and coke, thanks" looked and smiled politely to the waiter till he left before returning back.
"Well...I'm a nurse. I'm a medic technically." and i work for avengers, he finished in his head.
There was a moment silence before he looked back at the mans eyes
"And you?"
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Post by johnjordan on Jan 28, 2010 14:11:16 GMT -5
A nurse? I wouldn't have guessed. He's far to cute, to be wiping someone's ass, or changing out catheters. John smiled, as he wondered when they would be able to play "doctor", among other thought that ran through his head. "A nurse? That's cool, haven't dated one before. Well, as I said earlier, I work for SHIELD, though not anything like the Hulk Busters or anything, just a simple agent." He didn't see any need to hide this fact, as he wasn't a spy, but simply one of their many meta agents, although he neglected to mention that he himself was a meta, a mutant in fact, for fear he might scare the guy away. When his last date discovered that he could shoot electricity from his hands, he bolted. He didn't want that to happen again.
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Post by theguardian on Jan 28, 2010 14:38:50 GMT -5
"An agent?" He asked with interested, picturing the 50s and 60s detectives with the top hats and such.
It seemed rather amusing to picture which he was curious to hear more about.
"What do you do as an agent then?" He asked with interested.
Seemed the word agent instantly replaced fear with curiosity.
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Post by johnjordan on Feb 4, 2010 11:46:58 GMT -5
As soon as he told Jamie that he was a SHIELD agent, he was certain that Jamie would be curious about his job and would want details, so he was not surprised by his reaction. "Well, to be blunt, I work for one of SHIELD's more public teams, mainly we act as lesions between SHIELD and other, non-international agencies, such as the NYPD, or DEA. I have also served as public relations officer, giving statements to the public and media." As well as flying around in the air and acting as a human taser, zapping out potential "problems" for my superiors. He thought to himself, as he smiled at the thought of being classified as a "Deadly Weapon".
As they talked, the waiter walked back with their drinks, sitting them down, before asking if they were ready to order their meal. John was considering the flat iron steak, but he also wanted to try the spare ribs, typical of most native Texans. Unlike many other gay guys that he knew, John would never be seen anywhere near tofu of anything soy, other than soy sauce. When ridiculed for eating meat, his usual response was 'I didn't climb to the top of the food chain, to eat lettuce.' If it didn't at least have meat on it, he usually didn't want it. He decided to take the initiative, and go ahead and order. "Yeah, I'll take the flat-iron steak, well done." Again, the waiter turned to Jamie.
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Post by theguardian on Feb 6, 2010 20:41:03 GMT -5
Jamie listened with great interested in the guys stories and information of what he did. A shield agent.....surely that was close to what the avengers did.....wasn't it?
Still he was kind of like him...wasn't he? It was hard to read the signals, maybe he was reading to much into this all together, still he was single, virgin and untouched. Being the combination of the the three creates a gleem of appearing to obsessive, but still he just wanted to show interested. After all it was also relaxing him slowly.
The waiter brought the drinks as Jamies took with gratitude and drank before making a choice.
He quickly traced the food until he spotted something he recognized.
"I'll have the spaghetti and meatballs with a side order of chips?" He spoke kindly to the waiter before handing in his menu.
He then took another swig of his drink before reverting back to John.
"So, any adventures you wish to venture on about?" He asked with a gleeful smile.
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Post by johnjordan on Feb 10, 2010 12:56:43 GMT -5
Chips? Oh, he must be talking about the fries. Sometimes I forget the Europeans say somethings differently. He couldn't help but smile, as it became apparent how little time he spent outside of America, or around any of the European agents like the Director. John was many things, or so he often bragged, but one thing he obviously was not, was very worldly. He had been out of the country a total of five times, and three of those were to Canada, while the other two were to Australia and Chile. Sure, they were all business, but it still didn't help with how Westernized they were.
"Well, none of them are what you would call interesting, but on one mission in Canada, I acted as liaison between SHIELD and the Canadian branch office, when DeadPool went on one of his infamous killing sprees, which happens more often than is let on. I tell you, why he's not in the Vault anymore, is beyond me. I guess the higher ups feel they need him, or something." John was not a huge fan of the Merc With A Mouth, but he had no authority to arrest him, something his CO had already informed him of, more than once. He smile, shyly, as he realized his foot just accidental brushed against Jamie's, causing him to blush. He hadn't even realized he was swinging it, as he was to busy talking, a bad habit he had yet to break. "Sorry."
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Post by theguardian on Feb 18, 2010 19:41:35 GMT -5
He could feel Johns leg touching his, and Johns shy blush in response to his realization. Jamie couldn't help but to also blush. Still he felt sensitive as the light sweep tingled his senses.
"No...No, nothing to apologies for." He said awkwardly, his eyes sparkling.
He had heard of the name Deadpool before. He sat and pondered for a while on the importance of that name, until it hit him. One of his patients was murdered by him....Wasn't he.
He pondered down the trail of thought before realizing he left this adorable creature in silence.
He felt the strain of suddenly trying to string up a conversation without the obvious sighting of his affection.
His eyes being the give away of scanning the young man down to his torso, up to his eyes and hair, and back down before looking away.
Finally he strung something up.
"I have heard of this Deadpool character...You must have some might form of patience and restraint to keep your cool with him." He spoke with a slight smirk at the end.
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