Chalk and Cheese (closed to Makitsu_Trinity)

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Name: Adrian Clark
Age: 51
Height: 6 foot
Build: broad, stocky, a former rugby player he still exercised on his bike mostly but middle age spread was gaining momentum on im.
Hair: Dark, partially bald
Eyes: Sea blue

Brief Bio:

Adrian was a member of the British Reserves, but a proactive member, having served four operational tours, two as an infantry soldier, and the last two in logistical support. Having left the reserves when he was 50, he was now active veteran. And so on a cold damp Sunday morning in November, he was partaking in the annual act of Remembrance......

“Eyes Right”

The Parade Commander screamed his order, as the succession of veterans, from the few remaining WW2 to those recent from Northern Ireland, Iraq and Afghanistan all threw their heads right to face the Old stone remembrance cross, almost 100 years old.

A tear ran down Adrian’s cheek as he remembered a lost friend and saluted the cross, to honour him and all others who have given up their ‘tomorrows’ for ‘our todays’.

His arms were straight, his medals clanked as he marched with dignity, with purpose as he marched past, full of swagger, his head looking at the right until he heard the next command.

“Eyes Centre”

He swung his head back to face the front as did all the other marchers, swinging his arms in total earnest. He hated drill, but today he ensured he could remember every ounce of the swagger. He glanced up the sky, yet another Remembrance Sunday without rain at 11 am. Sure it had rained before 11 and afterwards, but in all his 20 plus years of being involved in Remembrance Sunday Parades, it had never rained at 11am.

“Spooky” he thought, thinking about the grey skies, a cool breeze but no rain, yet again.

The public lining the route, though in small numbers were all cheering, applauding, helping the old and bold to keep in step. He saw a group of slightly unorthodox looking youths. One in particular had bright flame red hair, standing out in the autumnal cold of that Sunday Morning.

An hour or so later, he was sitting in a local public house, a load of veterans chatting away. Many had served together, but Adrian had moved into the area, and so whilst he knew a few of them, he didn’t have any close friends around. Like many of the other veterans, he was wearing a Pair of dark grey trousers, highly polished shoes and a black Regimental Blazer, his polished medals below the Regimental Crest that he had served for so many years of his life.

His wife unfortunately was away working, and so by two pm, he was alone nurturing his third pint. It wasn't that he couldn't afford another but rather he didn't want t get too drunk to soon. He glanced around as the pub started to empty, and saw a group of alternative young adults sipping their beers having a lazy Sunday afternoon. As he looked at them, he vaguely recall seeing someone with that similar coloured hair in the crowd earlier on.

She was quite striking, and pretty, her hair in a high ponytail. Her lips were pierced on her lower lip, whilst there was a piecing from the centre of her nose. He could see the body art on her shoulders and abdomen as she sat with her friends, presumably one of the guys was her boyfriend; she wore a goth looking ring on the all important finger. He continued to glance in their direction as he sipped his ale. She looked up and briefly smiled, he just smiled back and returned to his thoughts, remembering Karl


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Name: Katherine Harrison
Age: 23
Height: 5'7"
Body: Athletic, though with plenty of curves to boast. Generous bust, round bottom, every thing flowing in sensuous waves. She loves piercings, having two to three in each ear, two in her nose and snake bites on her lips. Even so, she is usually quite picky about what she wears and sticks to simpler articles of jewelry.
Hair: Dark auburn to red, almost always tied back out of her face in a ponytail, braid or bun.
Eyes: Gray to green, depending on her mood.

Brief Bio: Katherine, also called Kate, grew up in a quiet home in the Northern United States. She came to the UK to study abroad for her teaching degree, and in the meantime found a group of friends who were what she would call idealists. She listened to their opinions, though she tried to stay neutral. Eventually, though, she began to understand where they were coming from and now proudly wore a ring from her current boyfriend with the peace symbol on it.

Kate knew how her friends felt about the military and their ceremonies, but she also knew the importance of those who served to keep the rest safe so they could have their opinions. She had used the excuse of curiosity and wanting to learn about traditions. With plenty of eye rolling, the little group had gathered to watch the proceedings. Kate found it beautiful how similar these drills were to those back home held for Memorial Day and Veterans' Day.

Later, at the pub, she sat back and listened half-heartedly as the split a pitcher of brew and discussed various topics of interest, from homework to the party last weekend. Kate couldn't keep her eyes from roaming the room as she nibbled a thumb nail. She noticed the groups of veterans, all slapping each others' backs, or looking somber as they remembered glory days and those who were lost to the fight. She sighed as she remembered her father and her grandfather, both vets. She shook her head though. She was far away from that.

Kissing her boyfriend's cheek, she excused herself from the group with the restroom excuse. On her way across the room, she distinctly felt a pair of eyes on her. She looked around and saw a gentleman sitting alone, casting glances her way. She furrowed her brow but continued on. On coming back out, she still felt the glances and decided to confront the man. She walked closer to sit beside him.

"You seem a bit lonely over here by yourself. Waiting for someone?"

 

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Adrian saw one of the alternative types stand and walk towards him, before she turned and headed t the toilets. Her attire suited her, confidently exposing, flaunting her curves in a provocative but not too revealing manner.


Just be fore she turned their eyes met, and Adrian smiled briefly - had had been caught not quite ogling her, but definitely looking at her.

She was attractive, seemed very confident of who she was, her sexuality. She wasn't a slender girl nor was she a BBW, but she had curves and a cheeky walk.

He didn't see her approach until quite late when he felt her shadow enter his periphery, and turned to look up as she stood.

Their eyes met briefly as she spoke, her tone soft but with a twang possibly North Eastern American?

"You seem a bit lonely over here by yourself. Waiting for someone?"

"Yes" Adrian replied, "Well kind off. A friend.."

He placed his left hand on the table whilst he picked up his glass and took a sip, his wedding ring now exposed. Closer, he could make out the Peace Symbol, the badge of the CND movement on her ear rings, and finger. He looked at her piercings around her mouth and nose and smiled. "Quite different" he thought, "how does it feel snogging?" he pondered.

 

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Kate looked back to see her group gathering things up to move their party home. She waved at them to go. She would catch up. Her boyfriend signaled to her leather jacket hanging from the back of her chair. She nodded in affirmation. He threw up his hands in defeat and walked out.

Turning back to the man she'd been addressing, she asked, "Mind if I join you?"

Without waiting for an answer, she pulled out a chair and sat down. She tugged at the edge of her tank top. Her sheer over shirt hung loosely, just off her shoulders, and covered her butt. Her tight black skinny jeans were perfectly formed to her sumptuous hips. The denim sidled down her thighs and halfway down her calves into black leather boots with three inch block heels. Definitely not the kind to be tussled with. This led to her confidence sitting down with a lone man in a dark pub as evening was setting in.

 

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"Not at all!" the older man offered as he gestured to a seat, but ti was already too late, she was starting t sit down, leaning forward slightly exposing a brief glimpse down her cleavage.

"Seems your friends are leaving... and I assume he is your boyfriend?" looking at the last one leaving the pub.

"He looks slightly peeved at you staying behind... chatting a with some one old enough to be his father..." he teased.

"Anyway lovely to have some charming company, I'm Adrian....." as he offered her his hand over the table. He couldn't help to see her black vest top, under her pale red sheer top, the red complimenting her reddish hair.

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