Motorcycle Helmets}{Caterina

[Xavier Kunze]

(It's just you and me dancing in this dream)
"whatever you do, don't wake me up"

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He stood there, leaning against the counter, waiting for his coffee to be done. His thoughts were wandering across the days' events, every bit of which made him smile, and occasionally laugh to himself. The good thing was that there was no one around at the moment, so no one would think that he was going insane. Just as the beep on the coffee pot broke out into a fit, he had been reminded of his last class period. They had been discussing the battle of thermpoli and after the lecture he asked them what they wanted to do for the activity, and it was unanimously voted on. Well of course like he always did, he took them out for a reenactment. The three students that played the Spartans wrapped pieces of cloth like loin clothes and capes over their clothing; the others making tunics. Just to see them go at each other with the plastic swords that he kept in the class room was simply hilarious. But they learned this way, and If they learned, then that was all that mattered. He wished his teachers in school did some of this kind of stuff with him, but everything happens for a reason.

Taking his coffee out of the now very pissed off machine, he poured it into his salable metal mug. There was only one bad thing about driving a motorcycle, you couldn't have ready access to hot coffee, at least not like you did in the car. He could stand the rain and lack of air conditioning, but coffee was like crack, he needed it to run. He had to let it cool down a minute before he walked out and took a ride. Yeah, he lived at the school, but that didn't stop him from leaving after every end of the day class. He would never stay the whole day and would always go do something interesting, like go to the circus. He loved the circus. He wasn't the only person on campus that needed a break, but he sure as hell was the only one that didn't come back until 24:00 every night. This absence was one that caused a mystery to surround him. His students were always asking where he went of his little trips but they would never get more than a smile and a "I'll tell you when you graduate." Their imaginations were so vivid that they were often much more eventful than reality was.

TEMPLATE CREDIT: xoxphantasmic of Blank Pages
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WORD COUNT: 725
SETTING: Teacher lounge, afternoon.
OUTFIT: motorcycle outfit
POST STATUS: COMPLETED
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[Caterina Aurora]

{ Silent Tears of a Woman Make a Warrior Cry }

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Heaven, I beg you please release hopes from fears.
Wearing + Staff Room + Xavier[/size]
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N[/color][/font]othing had seemed to go right that week. The later it progressed into the weekdays, the worse things seemed to become. Being a Thursday morning - the day before the final brussle and confinement to bookwork and clocks - Caterina couldn't wait for it to be all over. Two more days to complete before she had the small break into relaxation and blissful unawareness.

That was of course until, she knew who had been hired.

Walking along the blacktop of the parking lot, Caterina carried underneath her arm several portfolio's she had brought to her small on-campus apartment to grade, refine and critique. In the other hand - a near empty coffee for on the go. Without it, she wouldn't be out of her near-zombified state that she and only she refused to let anyone see. It was below her to let people see any different. It was below her to let people see her humanized tendencys. No one was to know how deep down imperfect she really was.

With her hands tied and her light hair briskly blowing in the breeze, she quickly grabbed at her white coat to brace herself from the sudden gust. Unexpected papers flew from her hands and escaped her tedious and careful grasp. A profanity or two brought herself to nearly say them, and she quickly and stupidly collected the scattered shards from the ground.

Brushing herself off and gathering her grand posture, she shook it out and continued walking into the building. As per her usual routine, she guided herself to the staff room to boost her coffee cup on it's usual ebony liquid. With an unexpected glance, she saw a rather handsome man with a familiar aura. Something quickly alarmed her - but she couldn't put her finger on the sameness she so daftly picked up on. She studdied him for a moment longer, looking at the roughness he had around his face and the sharp chinline that curved his features. Catering pulled her gaze from him and unscrewed the cap to her empty cup.

"Good morning. Are you a new hire?" She asked in her own little strange way so that he had an opportunity to introduce himself.[/blockquote][/size][/color]

[Xavier Kunze]

(It's just you and me dancing in this dream)
"whatever you do, don't wake me up"

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He was lost in amusing thoughts as she walked in. He didn't much pay attention until he caught her scent. It was one that he had long since gave up hoping to ever smell again. It was to good to be true, it couldn't be. The chances of her working here with him, impossible. It had been so long, there was no way. He didn't look to her yet, trying to figure out how this could come to be. The odds were beyond slim, there was bond to be another women in existence that smelled like her, there had to be.

Distant memories of the past came flowing back to him. The lazy days they spent laying in the green grass, letting the ray of the sun warm their skin. He could almost taste her smooth lips on his once again. The rainy July night when he was forced to say goodbye, stuck in his mind with such vivid imagery that it often revived its self every time it rained. It had been years since the day he had come back to Germany to find her no where in sight. The white and red roses in his hands seemed to wilt, the sorrow filling every cell of his body. He knew she had moved on, though he knew deep down that he would never forget her. There had been girl friend since her, but none lasted more than a year. No matter how beautiful a woman was, she just wasn't his beloved Caterina.

He continued to star at his coffee, but couldn't resist turning his gaze to the woman as she spoke...holy shit...It was her. It was her voice, it was her body, it was her face. But those eyes; impossible. His Caterina was blind from birth, this clone could see. There was no way that this was possible, she was exactly like his former lover, but different. This confused him a bit. He was trying to get his mind around this phenomenon when he realized that he had not replied to her question. "Mornin', I've been working here for a while, but don't tend to hang around. The name's Xavier, Xavier Kunze." He learned his English from a professor in Georgia while at college, so there was this odd mix of southerner and German as he spoke. It was an accent that was quite unique, or so he was told. He extended his hand in friendship. Lord knows, if this was the same woman, the touch of her skin would make his heart skip a beat like it always had.

TEMPLATE CREDIT: xoxphantasmic of Blank Pages
LYRICS:
WORD COUNT: 434
SETTING: Teacher lounge, afternoon.
OUTFIT: motorcycle outfit
POST STATUS: COMPLETED
ADDITIONAL NOTES: I AM SO SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG!

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[Caterina Aurora]

{ Silent Tears of a Woman Make a Warrior Cry }

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Heaven, I beg you please release hopes from fears.[/size]
Ooc:: That's okay! It happens. =)
Wearing + Staff Room + Xavier[/size]
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S[/color][/font]he continued to smile her morning smile - a bit groggy with the mix of her ongoing act to cover the real human side of her faults. Caterina had to admit, she was a bit more tired than she generally was from her day to day ins and outs. The long nights had been wearing on her slowly and gradually - but there was no logical excuse why she should show her flawed side. At least she couldn't bring herself to find a reason not to be more than aesthetically in tip top shape. Her eyes glided over him once more, catching his slight German accent. Her brow lifted, curious now by not only the intoxicating deep voice he bellowed with every word, but the sheer German slurs and cusps that she gathered from him.

Something was so familiar about it all. He reminded her of --

Her eyes widened a bit after he exposed himself, almost dropping her jaw in awe. Instead, she faked the expression with a brief sip of her coffee as she brought it to her falling lips. He had to be her Xavier. There wasn't much question about it. Come to think, she hadn't even known his last name. Hell, she knew everything else -- but, his name was always unmentioned. Caterina tried to play along as if no ominous bell had been ringing in her head that this could be the man she had been childhood lovers with.

Then again, there was always the possibility that he wasn't. After all this time, it was hard to believe that they would end up in the same area -- and teaching at the same school. It was five million to one -- the chances that he moved from Germany and ended up in the exact country. Let alone living within the same building.

"Xavier." She took his hand and shook it firmly. "I knew there was something I liked about you right away." She paused and sipped her coffee, turning her back to nearly leave to save herself the embarrassment if it was really the man she was almost sure he was. Caterina let out a small chuckle before releasing the smile from her face. "I grew up with someone dear to me who held that name."

'Ah! What are you doing! What were you thinking exposing that information to him? You idiot. You were just being friendly - not that THAT happens often enough.' She inwardly yelled at herself while timidly posing a smile on the corners of her lips. No, this Xavier was someone different. It was just hopeful wishing. Nothing more. 'No. Secretly, you know you wanted to know.'
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[Xavier Kunze]

(It's just you and me dancing in this dream)
"whatever you do, don't wake me up"

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He Couldn't take his eyes off of her, he knew that it was his Caterina, but how to prove it. She looked the same, smelled the same, and she as hell sounded the same. The chances of her to being the same were slim but the chances of her being the same were just as bad. He had a feeling that fate had some twisted sense of humor before this, but right now drove the point home. His expression was solid, but inside he was jumping around like a ping pong ball. What in the world was going on? He didn't understand it. he smiled at her but couldn't shake the feeling that it was really her. Taking a deep but quiet breath he tilted his head a bit. "I'm sorry, this may sound a bit weird, but I also had a friend that looked quite like you. But she was blind. Her name was Caterina Aurora."

He knew this may have just confused the poor woman, but he had to know. There was no way he was going to let this pass, without confirmation. It would bug him endlessly. He hoped it was her, for known other could ever take Caterina's place in his heart. She was unique, like a painting of Michael Angelo. God was definately having a great day when he created the woman, she was a true master piece. And to have a girl like that ever/i] like Xavier was beyond surreal. He could get women, but there was just something about he's old child hood friend that was perfect. It was as if she was the other part of his soul, like the missing puzzle piece to his fractured heart. he wanted so bad for this to be true, that she was back in his life.

He longed to hold that girls hand again, to spend nights laying benieth the stars. To hear her voice say his name, and to know that there was one person on this earth that understood him. There was just this connection that made him so happy. But the chances of this being the same Caterina were slim. The chances that she was who he wished she were, were a million to one.

TEMPLATE CREDIT: xoxphantasmic of Blank Pages
LYRICS:
WORD COUNT: 434
SETTING: Teacher lounge, afternoon.
OUTFIT: motorcycle outfit
POST STATUS: COMPLETED
ADDITIONAL NOTES: I AM SO SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG!

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[Caterina Aurora]

{ Silent Tears of a Woman Make a Warrior Cry }

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Heaven, I beg you please release hopes from fears.[/size]
Ooc:: That's okay! It happens. =)
Wearing + Staff Room + Xavier[/size]
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C[/color][/font]aterina brought her coffee to her lips, taking a swig of the liquid before carefully screwing the top back on top to prevent any spills. Placing her bag of portfolio's onto a nearby table, she immediately felt the relief of the heavy bag being lifted from her body. The rush of blood flowed once again to her shoulders.

Not tearing her gaze from him for one moment, she smiled as he looked back at her. Quickly however, Caterina was nearly shocked by the statement she had just received. It was unbelievable; not a chance in hell he said what he just had. This was her Xavier that she had grown up with. How was it possible that he had made his way to the exact place that she had? A sick twisted form of fate - yes. That was what it was. Cordially, she nodded and fixed her slightly distorted 'yes-I'm-quite-shocked face. Once again, she placed a forced smile upon her lips - as if to overcome the situation. There was plenty to smile about, after all, right? Xavier was going to be back into her life, and those memories were some of the happiest she could reclaim.

Perhaps when her heart would stop racing, her mind would let her relax and smile deep down and inwardly. But did she really want to let him know that it was really her?

No.

Not yet.

"Is that right? What a co--!" She caught her breath, pausing in the middle of her sentence. The restoration process of her face was nearly unapparent. The last thing she wanted was to alarm him -- especially now that he may have suspected that she was really who she was. Needless to say, it was the first time she had indirectly lied in quite sometime. It was the first time she lied point blank in awhile. "I have a feeling though. You and I will be close." Caterina knew that she may have seemed a bit forward there, but there wasn't a doubt in her mind that they wouldn't be. He'd find out eventually, and she knew she'd slap herself in the face for not telling him herself.

But she couldn't bring herself to do it.

Instead, she did the best thing that she could do that might possibly lead him to knowing it was her without having her say it straightforwardly. Her eyes quickly looked at the door, hoping she could escape without hesitation. Introducing herself would surely alarm him. "It was certainly nice to meet you, Xavier. Perhaps we should get together for coffee sometime." Quickly, she picked up her belongings from the table and headed for the door.

At the unknowingly fast rate she was moving, she tripped over one of the chair legs against the table and twisted her ankle - the spoke of her heel initializing the complete collapse. Shocked and in a frenzy, she quickly grabbed for the closest thing; Xavier. Her papers and coffee flew into the air comically.

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