Won't you be my Bride? ((OPEN))

[pyrrus seleukos rex]

Pyrrus couldn't help but wonder why people didn't move to Paris. It was beautiful, he lit a cigarette exhaling that first tangible wisp of smoke before taking a long drag, two headphones in and his 'hangover' glasses resting on the bridge of his nose, he wasn't really hungover he just felt a little queasy and the sun wasn't an aid in making him feel any better touching his slightly stubbled chin and biting his lip a little. He was just a tad worried he'd come across as some sort of odd character, traipsing round the city in the early afternoon wearing a black leather jacket over a plaid black and white shirt, he looked every bit a rockstar.

He'd been feeling ill all morning and he knew that getting a little fresh air would help calm him down. He probably shouldn't have eaten the leftovers from the restaurant but he was always hungry after service and he just couldn't be bothered going home and making something quick as he usually did must've been the fish or the oysters that he'd pretty much devoured en masse for a good twenty minutes much to the surprise of his employer a rather bemuddled Greek woman who could only gawp at her waiter's ability to eat when hungry.

Or maybe he'd just over-eaten he didn't really care, he hadn't been sick and that was what he was counting on, walking around one of Paris' more fashionable clothing shops he looked at a few of the articles that hung pristinely if a little forlornly on metal wire hangers, picking up a few white t-shirts and a polo shirt he took his jacket off and draped it across one of his large muscled shoulders and proceeded towards the counter with his chosen items, headphones still in, the song reaching it's beautiful if slightly jarring climax.

Yes Paris was a beautiful place, he day-dreamed a little about all the sites he was still yet to take in as the two jobs and schoolwork had kept him relatively in check and even then he was behind students who were younger than him who simply had more natural talent or because they'd been able to afford to come to the academy earlier. His mind drifted slightly over his homeland and he grimaced and decided he'd need a shave as soon as he got back to his apartment ready for his job as a bouncer, it helped his case if he looked less like a convict than some of the people he was throwing out, exchanging a smile with one of the workers, he made his way towards checkout.

He bumped into a smaller figure ((to be smaller than Pyrrus isn't really much of an achievement he's bigger than most people)) and promptly dropped all of his new clothes and his jacket in his haste to pick them up, speaking in accented english he made his apology "I'm sorry, I was off in my own little world," reaching down to pick up his jacket, he looked up at the road-block.

[alice]

Alice stepped into a small shop excited for the day. Patting the her satchel that held the money that abuelita had sent her for school supplies she smiled to herself and began rummaging through the racks of clothes. She had never been really tall, being half Argentinian a fourth Chinese, there was really no hope of her ever being that tall. Feeling like an FBI agent since she was almost completely covered by all angles by the short rack. Smiling feeling the hems of interesting clothing that always seemed to sort her style. Checking the price tags she shrugged and decided to move on to the next rack. Letting her eyes linger on near the rack until she found herself suddenly stopping. Looking up she noticed she had ran into a tall man who was now bending down to retrieve his lost merchandise.

Feeling rather embarrassed and clumsy she bent down to help the man. "I'm sorry, I'm so clumsy," Alice laughed grabbing at the jacket on the floor. After blushing noticing he had already gotten the jacket she stepped back looking up at him rather inquisitively.

He looked nice, he also looked like her, well of course taller, and...male, but he definitely looked like the type of person that she would like to keep around. From the way her walked to the headphones in his ears. She smiles and waited to say anything else when he was also standing upright.

[pyrrus seleukos rex]

Immediately he picked up on a few key features; her size, her eyes and her lettering, a little on show across her upper torso. She was definitely a cutie, not hot, but graceful the kind of girl you'd see in a modelling catalogue rather than on a street corner or a magazine in which you'd select from a more 'upper class' style of prostitute. Despite all the images now flooding into his mind's eye of how utterly pretty she was and how he was a little befuddled and how he was thinking about she'd taste and how she'd be in bed it was a little too much for the afrikaaner and he could only mumble out a simple "It's fine," In response.

Draping his jacket over his taut shoulders he evaluated her a little in his mind, not for longer than a second he noticed an inkling of a smile on her face and he returned with a dimpled smile of his own, a weapon guaranteed to melt any girl's heart, particularly beautiful ones with patches of blonde in their hair. He looked at her little satchel as she passed him his white-shirts he organised them as much as you can organise a bundle of white clothing into something he could buy "I'm Pyrrus," pronounced Pee-Rus he hoped she'd get it right many people couldn't bother with it "Or you can call me Rex or Kos, if the name bothers you,"

Scratching his naked, tattooed forearm he spoke again his accent clouding his words slightly and drawing a few enquiring glances from other shoppers "My mom had a thing for ancient history," he noticed her slightly southern american accent as soon as she opened her mouth, his words forming a quick question "Whereabouts are you from? you don't sound native," he quickly added "If you don't mind me asking of course," he really didn't want to piss off such an attractive girl in the first five minutes of talking to her

[alice]

Nodding after he introduced himself, "I like Pyrrus, it's interesting. More interesting than Alicia, but you can call me Alice." Smiling up at him, realizing how tall he actually was. Smiling as she heard him speak about his mom liking ancient history, wondering what exactly her parents where thinking naming her Alicia, Lola was pretty obvious from it's spanish meaning, sorrows, but she had never looked in to Alicia. Smiling once she noticed that she was indeed on planet Earth. Looking up at him taking a few of his other features into account.

He seemed nice, nicer than her, that was for sure, and he definitely seemed friendly. "I was born in Argentina, I lived there for four years, then I moved to China with my 外婆 (wài pó), I stayed there until I was eighteen, than moved back to Argentina for a little over two years, and now I'm here." Alice said blushing hoping she had not overloaded this poor boy with too much information at one time.

Looking at him he seemed like a lot of fun, perhaps a potential candidate to be a good friend. "So what are you listening to?" Alice said motioning toward the headphones in his ears, missing her iPod that was laying on it's dock at home, if not she would have put more people in danger of being collided with than Pyrrus. She would usually not have been caught outside of the classrooms without her ears occupied with headphones and the steady rhythm of any random assortment of bands that she felt in the mood to listen to that day.

[pyrrus seleukos rex]

Least she got the pronunciation right which was more than he could say for half of the people he told it too. It was probably his slightly whiney accent that affected it most. He'd heard all sorts of different ways to say one word. Pie-rus, Pee-Roos, Pier-Us. Any variation at all was pretty much okay with him, he still tended to correct people though, an old habit he'd picked up off his Mother and since correcting people in Afrikaans was considered odd in Paris he stuck with his abbreviated middle name Kos or even his last name Rex.

Overall he sounded like he'd stepped off the set for the 300 Spartans, aside from the tattoos and the jeans, he was a red cape and sandals away from being Spartan himself and he was only a few more degrees from taking his shirt off and giving the little girl in front of him more than an eyeful of his powerful body. Indicating for her to follow him as he made his way to the checkout, his headphones dangled from the collar of his shirt as he dodged other people, or more appropriately people dodged him, he cut an intimidating figure and you could tell he was strong just by the easy, confident way he walked.

"Thanks Beautiful and yeah I'll call you Alice." he had a very abrupt turn of phrase and it tended to make him sound rude, he just had little patience with people he found uninteresting and the heat in the store was really starting to get to him, brushing a rogue strand of hair back behind his ear he looked down at her "I asked if you were French darling, If I wanted to hear your life story i'd watch the movie," he looked at her peturbed "But that's quite interesting, I grew up in a ghetto in Johannasburg, it was shit," It really was shit and there was a lot of bad memories stirring up and coming to the surface in the South African's mind.

Something he really wanted to keep shot of, he didn't want to end up having some sort of emotional breakthrough with a girl he'd just met, he hadn't even had one of those with any of his close family let alone strangers. "I hated it and I was picked on a lot." his scowl could only grow with the more he thought about it and by the time he'd made it to the front of the que with Alice in tow he looked ready to punch someone, "I was listening to Stick to Your Guns, Amber a good song and a very good band, got quite a good message behind it, though not for the faint hearted,"

Hardcore music was one of his favorite genres of music next to the acoustic stuff he liked to chill out too. Hardcore was what he turned on when he needed to exercise or take puppydog for a walk. "It's all Punkcore guitars and hardcore screaming and all that, not really the most interesting stuff and awfully repetative." He looked down at the items she had "Want me to pay for those for you love?"

[alice]

"I can handle it," Alice said pulling some money from her satchel and dropping the clothes on the counter. Rolling her eyes at the man's snide remark. "That was the short version. They make some real... gems in Johannasburg, don't they?" Alice said in a tone laced with sarcasm. Maybe she had painted him wrong, could it be possible that he was just as much of an asshole and she was? She smiled up at him while the cashier bagged her clothes. The cashier passed Alice her bag and she turned toward Pyrrus.

"Amber is alright, I listen to them sometimes." Looking up at him with her big brown eyes, feeling like a little kid compared to Pyrrus, who towered over her. He was obviously built, and had probably seen his fair share of fights in the day, painting her face with a smile. Alice had never been a real fan of fighting, she would stand up to anyone who dared to cross her, but she never really enjoyed it, she often times felt it was a useless waste of time that the only real outcome was a few nasty bruises and a doofus who proclaimed himself the winner. Although, Pyrrus did seem to wear this rough look very well, from the way he carried himself to the way he dresses, Alice liked this rugged look, she wasn't really even sure why he was so appealing to him, he definitely wasn't her "type" but she had never really had a type before.

[pyrrus seleukos rex]

Nodding at her remark, "Yeah they do make a few gems, mostly blood diamonds though," speaking with a soft smile showing her he didn't really mean to offend "I could say the same of Argentina," he wouldn't but he could. He left the implication there, not as a way of taking another dirty shot at her "But if they all come out as pretty as you then i'm sure i'm all good," a little bit of a compliment might ease up the chance of him getting a slap and in a crowded public area, it might cause a little hilarity to ensue and a lion with wounded pride was probably the worst type of animal to go near.

Watching the store clerk scan Alice's items through he couldn't help but give the girl a little more of a glance if only to confirm his belief that she was cute, big brown eyes, a tiny frame though compared to him most people generally were fairly tiny and it was only compounded by the fact she easily was a foot smaller if not less, she barely reached the top of his chest and even then that was abit of stretch, maybe in heels, she didn't look the heels type though more a pair of converse and skinny ripped up jeans and then off to a crazy party somewhere, probably somewhere Pyrrus was covering he'd probably already seen her once or twice before working the door at Club18 he'd have to ask her, or maybe convince her to come round. Or maybe not.

She was cute, but maybe not his type a little too short, but a good friend she'd make. He'd maybe go out to the cinema with her, let her take him shopping, things boys did with girls for fun. He wasn't really all ready for a relationship again, not after the last debacle he'd been apart of. "So what've you got there gorgeous?" he said returning her smile with his own little dimply weapon of charmingness. "I'm only picking up a few white t-shirts, I tend to get blood on my clothes where I work," not even bothering to tell her where or what he worked as, throwing it out there, being confident precisely the way he'd ac-.... around a girl he liked. Fuck. He didn't like her not especially she was alright.

Meeting her big brown eyes with his own bright green ones he smiled again "Yeah Amber's pretty good, prefer No More though, or Enough is enough," He liked having someone to talk to about music that he was interested in, it was rare especially at somewhere like the academy, where most of the students were interested in classical or more popular music, hardcore wasn't something regularly listened to or described as subscribed listening. "Do you go to the academy love?"