Amidst the rubble of a war not long past, the stars seek to raise a new generation. Blessed with celestial powers that have begun to make their reappearance, the Gifted are individuals whose shoulders the future of the city rests on. Will you overthrow the dysfunctional government or work to keep it in power? Or will you undermine the whole game and play to your own advantage? No matter your motives, Hyperion is yours to shape.
He really shouldn't have been suckered into this, especially since today was his self-declared day off. There was a temptation to simply spend the day in bed, lounging and relaxing. However, when he received a text from his cousin... Well, not like he had anything better to do anyway. Jules closed his eyes as he remained seated on the booth chairs, leaning into the comfortable cushion. He really shouldn't have said yes.
His hair was a mess, far from it's usual coiffed style, instead having it hang loose around his face. The young man adjusted his beige scarf as he turned his head sideways. Looking at the glass window, he was trying to groom himself - not at his most presentable but it was decent enough. The green sweater he wore seemed silly, clashing against his flaming hair, making him look like a walking Christmas tree if he was really being honest with himself. However, Jules was told that it was the identifying feature - the sign that would let the other party know who he was. And so he obliged, despite his objections.
Tapping his fingers on the table, the twenty-three year old was contemplating on leaving. When his cousin had told him to fill in for him on this blind date, Jules had been excited. But now that the situation had come upon him... He tried not to think about it. His anticipation was heightened every time the door opened. Not like he knew who to expect - he was given no hint. It was to be a surprise for his cousin, but lo and behold, it was now a surprise for him. Though he tried his best to hide his grimace, it was proving difficult to hold back anxiety. Then again, since he was stuck in the situation, he might as well take advantage of whoever was going to show up. He began to think of hypothetical situations, while keeping an eye at the door. Truth be told, he could have easily foreseen the scenario - too easy to just close his eye and see the future. However, part of him didn't want to take the fun out of the whole thing - and so he stayed his hand and prepared himself for the ride.
Thinking of happier thoughts, Jules remained calm, sipping his latte, as he continued to wait. A glance at his watch told him it was still early, and the designated meeting time was still coming. He halfheartedly hoped that whoever she was would be late, giving him an excuse to leave.
TAG: @open (girl/guy/cat/whoever welcome); come join my boi on this blind date or just feel free to crash it~
Eve was in a relatively jovial mood on this particular day, a smile appearing regularly as she walked about District 3, coffee in one hand and her phone in the other. She was in the midst of a heated debate with one of her better friends, who happened to be trying to convince her to take her place on the blind date she'd had scheduled for today. Apparently she'd found some beef cake at the bar last night and thought it might be love. While Eve thought she was insane for thinking some man she'd met at a bar was 'the one' for her, she wasn't about to crush her girlish dreams.
"But honey, I'm too old to go along with these childish schemes," she protested childishly, a grin playing at her features. She hardly believed the words she had uttered, she'd just wanted a shower of compliments. Soon enough, however, came her conceding remarks. "Fine, fine, I'll go on your stupid date. Am I going to have to pretend I'm you, or is the poor sucker completely in the dark?" While her words carried with them something joking, Eve was also being quite serious. She wasn't one to take such matters lightly. If she needed to use her abilities as an actress, she would employ them in full. She'd even make sure the poor sap didn't catch wind of the schemes she and her companion were involved in. Her friend chattered on excitedly on the other end of the phone, singing praise that Eve's ears enjoyed hearing. She loved feeling appreciated. After she'd been given everything she needed to know to locate the fellow she'd be encountering, she said her goodbyes to her friend and tossed her coffee in the trash. It would be rude to meet someone with something in hand already.
Right on time, Eve made it to the door of the designated meeting place and removed her sunglasses, tucking them carefully into her purse. She was perhaps lucky that she always dressed to impress, wearing her golden hoops and a slouchy red dress. She felt fabulous, looked fabulous, and was perhaps a little excited to have been roped into this whole thing. Flipping her glossy dark hair behind her shoulder, she entered the building and began looking around for the guy in a green sweater. Luckily enough, there seemed to be only one person wearing something so positively tacky. He looked like he'd just rolled out of bed, which was charming, to an extent. Eve approached him without hesitation, extending a freshly manicured hand. "Green sweater," she breathed, smiling, "seems you're as cute as I was told."
Jules' hand stroked through his unruly hair, still waiting patiently for this mysterious partner. It was already enough to be caught in such a ridiculous outfit, it was another to be waiting in such a... As he glanced at his watch, he realized there were still a scant few minutes left until the designated time. Not normally one to be so petty, he was simply wishing to return to his more than comfortable bed. Entirely bored now, he pulled out his phone and casually browsed his social media. A celebrity being caught in a compromising picture, stock market fluctuations, new business mergers, food photos, acquaintances getting married... there wasn't anything truly interesting. He would typically be more invested in some of the news but his mood was just not conducive to it. Cheek in hand, elbow on the table, he continued to scroll through his phone screen while trying to keep from yawning, attention from the door forgotten. It wasn't until he heard a voice close to him (and had to try to refrain from jumping from his seat too hard) that he noticed somebody right next to his booth.
His amber eyes surveyed the female in front of him. A beauty, that was for sure, and not the variety he usually met at the clubs. No, this one was much more refined, classy, something palatable to his tastes. Her blue eyes were a striking contrast to her dress, something that simply made her more enchanting, at least to him. Though he had experience, Jules was still young - a fact that he was well aware of, and could easily be awed by mature beauty. Still, he shook his head slightly as if to shake his awe. Right now, he certainly was not making a great impression (blamed it entirely on his empty stomach) and aimed to remedy that. The redhead smiled at her compliment before taking action.
"Milady," he spoke as he slid from the booth seat to stand. His gloved hand smoothly took hers and brought the hand up to his lips to grant it a swift kiss. After all, if any lesson stuck from childhood, it was that manners make the man. A sudden head rush struck him though, a vision hitting him as soon as contact was made. He hated his abilities oft times, just popping out at inopportune situations. He winced slightly, glad that the vision was hazy and that he had nothing to analyze. It would have made for another precarious situation. Having recovered in mere moments, he released her hand, offered her a grin then raised his hand to the seat across him, gesturing for her to be settled. As he waited, he contemplated on whether or not to name himself as, well, himself or his cousin, the original recipient to this date. "I'm Jules," the redhead proclaimed with a grin. "Today's apparent green sweater aficionado," he added shortly, poking fun at her first exclamation.
"Does the lovely lady have a name?" Jules questioned as he slid himself back into his seat.
Truth be told, Eve didn't blame the flaming haired man for being bored and playing on his phone while he waited. She probably would have been doing the same thing, provided she wasn't chatting up the owner of the establishment or something of the sort. She was a bonafide socialite, though she certainly enjoyed browsing social media when all else failed, provided there were actually interesting things happening. She was a woman who couldn't stand being bored, which was mostly why she was here right now. Anything for the entertainment, darling.
It was entertainment she had found as well, watching the younger man study her in such a way. Amusement was evident in her red pout, though the way her lips were twisted could hardly be described as a smile; yet, the expression was not unbecoming of her. She was charmed by his perceived innocence, though not so charmed that she might blush in response. It was rare that others could cause heat to rise to her cheeks these days, lest she'd made a fool of her own self.
The gloves on the man's hand struck Eve as both odd and interesting; perhaps she'd learn why he wore them as their conversation went on. She certainly wasn't about to inquire about it. When it came to kissing her hand, she released a peel of laughter, a charming sound that seemed to belong to an angel. Naturally, had she been asked, she'd have ascribed to being a devil. "How very sweet you are," she cooed, "that's not happened to me in quite some time." Perhaps it was a lie, perhaps it wasn't. She just thought it fit.
She sat once a seat was offered, removing her bag and placing it next to her. After straightening her dress, she flashed her smile once more, an award winning one it could have been. "Jules," she stated, allowing his name to bounce about her mind. It was a unique name, one she didn't hear often. She smiled at his pleasant crack, pleased to see that he was making light of his getup. "An aficionado, hmm? Does that mean you've an entire closet of green sweaters?" she eyed the garment, then brought her shining blue orbs to meet his amber ones. "It definitely brings about you an air of propriety, something your manners seem to testify to. The color also accentuates your eyes quite nicely." It was a sincere compliment, and she truly did think that he could rock the look. Green was a difficult color to work with, though, and redheads tended to wear it best despite the color clash. She loathed most greens, save olive, which worked nicely with her skin tone after she'd seen some sun.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Jules. I'm Eve," her name was short, sweet, and hardly unique, but she thought it suited her nicely. It was like the little black dress that every woman should own. "I hope I didn't keep you waiting long," she drawled, batting her long lashes. "There were some minor bumps in the road this morning for yours truly."
Jules Magnus ■ Doing quite well, thank you! hbu? C:
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