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Post by Zahira Ormarr - Black Serpent on Jan 24, 2014 21:27:00 GMT -5
It was another day at work. Only it wasn't overly busy today, it seemed not surprising as the winter days grew colder by the day. Hell, they seemed to grow by the second if anything, so it wasn't bringing so much of a crowd to the museum. Come spring and the summery days, that was most likely gonna be the time the crowds truly came. So Zahira's day was still somewhat busy, just not so much on the main floor of the exhibition. It really was good, because it allowed more of the paper work to get done, even getting orders in for when spring did come… After what seemed a low morning, Zahira decided to brace the wintery cold outside. Just long enough to reach the cafe across the road and up a little. It really would generally take no more than five minutes to get there, usually. So the egyptian beauty wrapped a beige coat over her sweater and jeans. Boots. Hair was out, but she did take with her as she motioned to leave the Museum, an umbrella. It wasn't perhaps so much raining, that merely there was frost in the air. A little snow. Lastly as she soon braced the cold, straightened her glasses, That would allow her to see clearer and straight…. Feet soon dreaded the snowy covered path to the crossing. Hand pulled her coat a little closer to her chest, attempting to keep the warmth, although even with gloved covered hands, she could feel the touch of frost. Even see her breath. Thankfully it wasn't so much of a hassle to get to the cafe. No real trips. Cold, but no frost bite on the way. Although despite the umbrella, her hair did manage to get a little damp. She put down her umbrella once inside the cafe. It was much warmer, she was happy it was open, she wasn't sure when first coming to Gotham, how things worked in winter. Not everything seemed to be open, but so far no major blizzard today, although perhaps there was going to be. As even from inside, one could hear the whistling outside pick up.
Zahira certainly didn't want to linger long. Get what she needed and hopefully head back without getting caught in the snow… She didn't order a lot. Some cocoa and a salad. Good on the go items. Although there was a little waiting for the cocoa, but otherwise it wouldn't be long. It really only was five minutes back… Taking the cup in hand and along with the little paper bag. Zahira made way back out of the door, after of course paying and all that. With less balance between hands, she fiddled to get her umbrella up although the wind. The weather now, it wasn't so easy. As it pulled at the fabric and threatened to cross and bend the wires. Ok, then just as she managed it, she heard the ripping sound. Ah, well, that was what ten bucks would get you perhaps. As least half the umbrella flew far far away… Leaving Zahira even more exposed to the elements. As the surrounding street grew more cold and snowy. Her coat least protected her skin, but soon she felt the moisture seep into the fabric. Soaking through. Her hair wasn't long before she felt it cling to her face. Pulling random pieces of white ice out. Not lingering, Zahira kept walking. Abled enough to see with her glasses, but the frost certainly jaded it. As she didn't intend on a man on a bike to nearly run her over, just stepping out the way, but didn't save her cocoa from splattering all over her. Great! The paper bag of her salad, was certainly not making it desirable. Though in her efforts from not getting run over her glasses also fell off. Ah, even better at the sound of glass breaking… This seriously wasn't her day. Her dark hands fiddled around on the ground, before picking up the pieces… Putting them in her pocket. Feeling the extra squish in her boots. Finally walked on. Didn't bother to go back to the cafe to get more food, she just wanted to get back now. If she could.
Her eye sight was somewhat there, but evidently everything was a little bit of a blur, but she managed to cross the street at least without getting run over. Perhaps a little more snow splattered on her coat, but right now it really was a minor concern. As her arms huddled from the cold she now felt in her blood. Her bones. Picked up her pace as she least could see the museum in sight, just. Just as she was feeling her lips turning that shade of blue. Ice dripping from her hair. Finally through the shakes and the blurs Zahira did make it to the door. Her dark skinned hand couldn't of been happier to reach that door. To get back inside. She was sure there was an extra pair of glasses in her office. In one of the draws, though mostly she was wanting to get out of the blizzard that seemed to take on the streets outside. Try and find warmth for her blood. To feel the more comfort circulation.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 27, 2014 22:23:19 GMT -5
That morning, Rowdy Yates got to the Gotham Museum just as its doors opened. He had taken the day off to enjoy the exhibit that one of his patrons had told him about. Also, he had an ulterior motive as well. His friend Vicki Vale had teased him about not being as “refined and cultured” as Bruce Wayne, and so he was there to prove her wrong. As he entered the building, he scooped up any pamphlets and brochures he could find to use as evidence later to prove his being there.
“Welcome, sir,” one of the male tour guides called from the reception desk. “Is it cold enough for you?”
Rowdy laughed. “Yeah! Hell must’ve frozen over because I’m actually here,” he jeered. “I’m from Pasadena, California, where it never gets this cold! Is it supposed to snow today? It sure looks like it will. I’m sure if anything falls from the sky, it’ll turn into snow!”
“Or ice,” the guide pointed out.
“Oh, how lovely!” Rowdy exclaimed sarcastically. Then a scowl replaced his smile. “Of all the days to come here! I can sure pick ‘em, can’t I?” he grumbled, scolding himself. “Just wait until I see Vicki next time! She’s gonna get an earful -- of words . . . and snow, maybe!” he laughed, leering to himself like a mischievous devil.
Meanwhile, the guide tried not to laugh out loud, although he found Rowdy’s comments and animated facial expressions extremely humorous.
“Well, I’m already here now, so I might as well enjoy myself,” Rowdy sighed with a shrug of his shoulders. “It’s a cold wintry day, and I have nothing better to do . . . .”
With that, Rowdy slipped off his black leather gloves and checked them in with the receptionist, along with his tan trench coat, red scarf, and matching hat. Then he rubbed his hands together for a moment to warm them. “Is there going to be a tour today?” he asked.
“Only if more people show up,” the receptionist informed him, eyeing his outfit – a white-collared dress shirt under a baby-blue pullover sweater with Khaki pants and black boots. With his stylish haircut and manly physique, Rowdy looked like a male model from one of those fashion magazines. “Feel free to walk around by yourself. An announcement will be made over the intercom system if we get enough participants for a group tour.”
With a nod, Rowdy smiled and started on his way. He was glad it wasn’t overly busy at the museum. He absolutely hated crowds! Large groups provided too many emotions for an empath to feed on. Fortunately, it didn’t take long before the chill in his bones vanished, thanks to the heated building. In fact, Rowdy was feeling quite cozy about a half-hour into his trek.
Soon, two hours had passed, and Rowdy was surprised he was enjoying his visit as much as he was. He chuckled to himself, knowing he could get into the fine arts, if he wanted to, and be just as refined and cultured as Bruce Wayne. Piece of cake. What was next? The Opera?
God, he hoped not.
Suddenly, an announcement came over the intercom system, but it wasn’t the one Rowdy was expecting:
“Attention! Attention! Due to inclement weather, the museum will be closing in thirty minutes. We apologize for any inconvenience. Thank you.”
By the time Rowdy got back to the receptionist area, the wind had really picked up outside and it was snowing like crazy. It was the fine stuff, too, and it had already started accumulating on the streets and sidewalks, mixed with sleet. There were only eight visitors in the entire building, and they were all standing in the foyer with the museum staff, looking through the glass doors and wondering if they should take the chance of running to their vehicles. Rowdy read their minds and shouted back mentally, pretending to be their Jiminy Cricket and sounding like their conscience:
Really? Seriously? You’re actually going to drive in that stuff and risk an accident? I think not!
Seconds later, Rowdy broke the silence that had come over the group. “Is this normal, or is it an attack on Gotham City by Mister Freeze?!?” he jested half-seriously. “Anybody who’s out in that blizzard is just plain crazy!”
Suddenly, a woman pointed to a form crossing the street. “Hey! Somebody is out there!”
“Quick! Call Arkham Asylum and book them a room!” Rowdy shouted sarcastically to the receptionist.
Everyone watched the young woman approach the door, and then Rowdy opened it for her. “C’mon! Get in here!” he called to her, motioning with his free hand for her to hurry up. He didn't know if she could see him or not.
When she finally got close enough, Rowdy reached out, grabbed her by the hand, and yanked her into the building. Seeing her damp hair and blue lips, he didn’t hesitate to pull her close and hug her tightly, trying to warm her with his own body heat.
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Post by Zahira Ormarr - Black Serpent on Jan 28, 2014 8:26:04 GMT -5
The last thing Zahira had expected was there to be anyone really waiting for her or more importantly watching her in her bad attempts to make it back to the Museum in somewhat one piece. With the blistering beading down of the cold on her skin, it was hard to really take note of anything else. With her now stringy black hair, clinging at her face. Hardly felt the ice that dripped down her neck, from the inside of her coat. Which let's face it, had done a great job until it got a little soaked. With little on her mind, a little defeated and her hand came pressed against the glass of the door. Surprisingly it sprung lighter than she imagined, before realising it hadn't really been her efforts. With as soon came a voice. It kinda happened quickly, that she didn't entirely get a glimpse of his face. With her blurred vision right now, probably good chance if she tried, it would have failed. Though from what she had heard and felt in her stiff frozen goosebumps, she didn't know him. There was little running through her ming than the coldness that surrounded. The ache in her flesh. Thankful to be inside, but her nostrils still smelt of ice. Turning her blood slower and colder. Eyes moved in some order to find his shape and potentially thank him, but well he didn't allow her such a chance it seemed.
With suddenly an unexpected thing happened. Where she had felt frozen by the cold, now every limb froze for an entirely different reason. With the sudden grab and pull… He was hugging her? Zahira didn't return with her arms, they remained by her sides, but nor didn't she fight it. Put it down to feeling frozen in two ways right now, although perhaps in someways her blood may have reacted to some bit of body heat, but it still wasn't a situation she had really foreshadowed. As very subtly her body shifted underneath and her heart rate certainly she could feel pick up a couple of beats… "Huh! Thanks?" Her blue cold lips brokenly spoke nearing his ear. Taking a step back when she could find one and her assistant came over. 'Oh my gosh. Are you ok, Zahira?' Preaching with of course sincere concern, breaking the space and Zahira felt the sudden sting of her touching her arm. Zahira flinched a little, but didn't totally resist. "A little frozen, but I'll be fine, Amy… I should have some spare clothes in my office…" With as much strength Zahira could say that, though mostly came out through the shakiness of her voice, her body trembled mostly numb and unknowingly, but she was relieved to be back inside. Reassuring she was fine. 'Are you sure, you look rather pale? Did you need help to your office?' Hearing Amy and simply nodded. Her brown eyes looked more around now. Mostly blurry shapes, but she could sense a couple of eyes. She had enough sense to know sort of the direction of her office. "No, no… I should be fine…" With the added insistence she would be fine, least getting to her office. Wasn't like it was a long trip, just a rather blurry trip. Zahira's hand dug at her pocket pulling out her glasses. The evidence of the broken pieces, that had just topped off the trip back. Zahira laid with a rather unimpressed smile. "A little blurry, but I can manage… But, Thank-you!" Zahira added through shakes, her eyes moved between Amy and the direction of her office. Amy somewhat nodded. With a simple, yet more directed thank-you to Amy. Who ever the man was.
There was lightness in her legs, but Zahira could manage the walk. It wasn't like she had been out for a long time, it just perhaps a little doubled given her system was a little different, but she could manage to pick herself up long enough to reach her office. Stepping away from the entrance, the couple people and motioned in the direction of her office. Evidently it passed the egyptian exhibition, either get to it going around or through the exhibition. Of course looking ahead, Zahira could merely see a couple feet clear and blurry shapes. Pulled at the sleeves of her coat and pulled them close to her chest. Assuring herself, think warm. Felt the squish still in her shoes. The slipped a little on the solid flooring. She had stealth enough not to trip, but hand certainly came to a wall. As she slowly began her way.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 31, 2014 0:20:21 GMT -5
Rowdy wasn’t paying attention to whether or not Zahira was returning the hug. He had reacted on instinct and impulse (because he didn’t know what else to do to help her), and he hoped she didn’t think he was some kind of pervert trying to take advantage of the situation to get his jollies. When he felt her body tense, he whispered in her ear to relax -- that he wasn’t going to hurt her -- but she didn’t respond. He didn’t take it personally. He just hoped she was grateful for him coming to her rescue.
It was in that moment that Rowdy realized Zahira’s arms were at her side and that she was completely frozen -- probably from shock more than the cold because of a total stranger demonstrating an act of kindness that you rarely ever saw in society these days.
Especially in Gotham City.
When the woman finally whispered a “thank-you” in his ear (which sounded more like a question rather than an expression of appreciation), Rowdy sighed with relief. Lifting his head from her shoulder, he flashed her one of his million-dollar smiles and replied humorously, “Okay, now I think you’ll live.” Then he released her and watched her stumble backwards into the arms of her personal assistant Amy.
As the two women engaged in conversation, Rowdy smoothed out his sweater, feeling how wet he was. Oh, well, it had been worth it. He had done his good deed for the day, which meant now he could be bad for the rest of the day! With that in mind, Rowdy started checking Zahira out, from head to toe. Upon closer inspection, he found her to be quite an exotic beauty.
When Zahira told Amy that she thought she had a change of clothes in her office, Rowdy wanted to ask so badly if she needed help so he could see her naked, but he decided to act like the perfect gentleman he usually was. Although Rowdy didn’t say a word, he agreed with Amy that Zahira still seemed a little shaky and looked pale, but Zahira insisted that she was fine and would be okay.
Everyone watched as Zahira stumbled slowly toward her office.
“Okay, folks! Show’s over!” Rowdy announced, throwing his hands up in the air to get everyone's attention. “Make yourselves comfortable. Because of all that snow and ice outside, it looks like we’re going to be staying here for a while.”
The crowd started moaning, groaning, and complaining.
“Aw, quit your bitchin' and get over it!” Rowdy barked. “There’s nothing we can do until the snowstorm is over, so shut your damn pie holes! We need to make the best of it. Count your blessings. It could be worse. At least we have heat!”
As he spoke, Rowdy kept Zahira in his peripheral vision and saw her go a little ways down the hallway. When he had finished his spiel, he took off in that direction and escorted her the rest of the way to her office -- with her guidance, of course. When they reached the office, Rowdy read the nameplate on the door and assumed that it was her name.
“Got a change of clothes for me, too?” he laughed, trying to be cute as he helped her to her desk. “Let me know if you need some help undressing. I'm pretty talented at getting women out of their clothing . . . Zahira Ormarr.”
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Post by Zahira Ormarr - Black Serpent on Feb 2, 2014 23:38:12 GMT -5
There was no real animosity from the gesture of the strange man. He had aided to 'rescue' her, give her warmth. Usually she could rescue herself, but mostly it was merely a shock reaction. As well of course being already half frozen. Zahira's eyes had aimlessly nodded here and everywhere. What the hell was she meant to do with this? Mainly more comfortable once she was a little more free… There was somewhere a smile, though if it was truly a million-dollar kinda smile, it was lost in blurs… Live… Undoubtedly so, she least half smiled. Death would have been too soon, she wasn't exactly immortal, but could the curse or gift… However you wish to view, could it really end with her? Still, least… It seemed there was some notion of her well being, wasn't so much she didn't care for it… Just, well she was used to staying in her little bubble… As naturally as Amy came over. All concern and worries in toe. Zahira was just as keen to shake this off.. Literally, feeling the droplets roll down and possibly make a small puddle at her feet… Her darkened body trembled, but most of the cold was now left outside. Soon as she could, Zahira broke from the entrance. The group of on lookers. Perhaps it was rude not to ask a name to offer up something, but she naturally kept people at a distance… Particularly at the dangers they could cause and the dangers she could. Safer for all!
Taking her pride and made her way up the passage way towards her office. Least she knew, she was heading in the right direction. Her eyes were strained, but as Zahira could find some essence of strength. Felt the curves in the floor. The objects she passed, she feel them ripple like stones on water. Sensing and feeling the vibrations… It aided a little. As her hand aided to the wall. This certainly wasn't the place to walk around blind and potentially knock something over, but she was sure that wouldn't happen… Halted… Pulling her hair back over her dark ear. She felt… She heard footsteps. Carefully she took them in. Feeling the stride. The direction. Finally looked and met with the shape of a man… Even though he did not paint out to her so clearly… Zahira could certainly smell his scent… She did not smell or feel great danger, but she knew the cunning charming kind could never be underestimated. She couldn't also assume… If he really wanted to help… Let him help… Perhaps it wouldn't be the worse thing in the world… Kept in silence, tied a little at her tongue, as she made their way to her office. Safely… Her sense went into a little more comfort. It was not the largest office, but it was indeed cosy. Her desk a little off the wall. Rows of old wooden shelves, with books, some treasures and dvds. All detailing somewhat with Egypt. The floor was a deep beige carpet and the walls added warmth. Lush, used and comfy couch. Pictures mostly of egypt. There was hardly anything personal, save the picture of her family on her desk. "Thank-you!" Zahira did say as sincerely as she could mean it, perhaps she did not favour being helpless, but it was what it was. Zahira could see that… Reaching her desk and shot a smile, even though he still wasn't clear in vision. Her hand felt around as she moved to the top draw. Pulling out a little, before she felt around for the spare pair of glasses. Fumbled to open the legs and put them on her nose. Straightened them up a little… Ah, there. Things were a little more clear…. "I do… I'll just change first… If you do not mind?" Zahira expressed to the strange man as she thought about his question. T-shirts at the museum, naturally sprang to mind. Otherwise, no. She did not carry male clothing with her… Offered, at least after she changed. As Zahira motioned for her small closet behind her desk. There wasn't a fall closet of clothing. Zahira pulled out a white shirt, that was always a good thing to keep a spare of… Unfortunately no pants… No skirts. Least not business like… Just more Serpent attire, but it was really just a skirt for now… Pulling out the black mini, not exactly a just outfit, but it was dry. Right now it would do. As finally she pulled out a cardigan…
Now, she could have snuck into a bathroom to change, but there just happened to be a wall divider in her room… So, Zahira could change in her room, with decent amount of privacy… Then the man still in her office and his words then, halted Zahira in her tracks. Blinked at him, was it truly something to boast about? Zahira couldn't say she was uncomfortable with her body, but he was a nameless stranger. With some attempts of charm… Although such a thing right now, could be said about a rapist… But, Zahira couldn't help but to feel the hints of insecurities he may have. Was he hiding behind his words? One could only assume. Everyone or least most people hid themselves in their own way… "I maybe a little blind, but I haven't lost the use of my arms… I'll let you know if I do…" Rather than reply with a simple yes or no, Zahira least could try to brush off any incapabilities she could have with dressing herself, a little jest, but wasn't lie… Zahira motioned behind the divider, the hint in her words could certainly suggest he could be waiting a long time, if she did ever lose her arms.. "… Change my mind!" Zahira then added, her deep subtle voice carried from behind the makeshift wall. Least there was a little hope… Although she wasn't about to hold her breath on that yet. More highly focused to get in to dry clothes and to feel her blood more bearable. One thing at a time… Although, she did hear her name. So he least knew that… Drawing her attention more directly to her clothes. Unbuckled and unbuttoned her coat. Throwing it a little over the wall. Her sweat and wet jeans soon followed. Leaving Zahira bare in her black matching underwear. Motioned for a small towel, she had hanging up. To try and catch any moisture on her body. Pulled out her white shirt, undid what buttons left, before pulling her arms through the sleeves. Zahira brushed her hair to the side, going at the buttons. Not completely precise, missed a couple near the end. Slipped on the loose cardigan, but let lay unbuttoned. Finally slipped into the black mini skirt. It split on one of the legs to the higher part of her thigh. Yeah, it was certainly a look, but well dry.
Now… The T-shirt! Zahira pondered as she came from behind the divider. With towel in hand as she towelled her wet black hair. Pushed the button for her heater as she went. Take a few moments and it would be cosy soon. "I should have some, t-shirts here… I'm sorry… I don't know your name?" Zahira spoke out loud as she passed him, to look through a small box on one of the shelves… Shifted the box over to the couch. Taking a seat. A leg either side of the box. Flipping the lid to the newly ordered T-shirts… There usually were kept aside from the shop, for students or something special… Or perhaps even for moments like this. "What size would you say you'd be?" Zahira asked curiously looking up at the strange man. Holding out one of the T-shirts. That read "GCM Egyptian Exhibit: Bring your Mummy"!
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Post by Deleted on Feb 8, 2014 21:10:47 GMT -5
Rowdy watched Zahira fumble with the desk drawers like a blind person, assuming she couldn’t see at all without her glasses. Finally, just as he was about to aid her in the search, she found her extra pair, put them on, and expressed joy in being able to see again. That’s when he knew his assumption had been correct. He thought she was just as beautiful with four eyes as she was with two.
Rowdy smiled when Zahira said she was going to change out of her wet clothes. He liked her selection of a white shirt, a black miniskirt, and a cardigan sweater. That miniskirt was going to look hot on her, the high slit up the side immediately catching Rowdy’s attention. Damn, he loved long legs, although he considered himself to be a breast man.
As Zahira disappeared behind the wall divider to change, Rowdy’s active imagination kicked into overdrive as he entertained thoughts of Zahira getting totally naked. He thought about stripping down to his birthday suit as well and joining her for some fun to keep warm, but he hadn’t been invited to do so. Besides, he always thought about doing stuff like that, but he was too much of a gentleman to carry through on it.
Most of the time.
The sound of Zahira unbuckling her coat caught Rowdy's attention. When she began throwing articles of clothing over the wall, he got turned on, his manhood aroused as he imagined what she looked like on the other side of that divider. When Zahira’s hand came into view and motioned for a towel hanging “over there”, Rowdy retrieved it and gave it to her, sneaking a peek at her black bra and panties in the process.
Nice.
Rowdy began looking around the modest office as he waited for Zahira to emerge, looking like a new -- and dry -- woman. He wondered if her collection of Egyptian items was just a hobby, a personal interest, or work-related. Plopping himself down on the comfy sofa, he sprawled out and waited for Zahira.
“Any day now!” he called to her in a mocking tone, followed by a chuckle.
Rowdy wasn’t too disappointed when he finally saw Zahira in the new outfit. He wished the cardigan was tighter, but, hey, he was pleased with her appearance for the most part. He thought it was very sweet of her to check her inventory to see if she had anything for him to change into also.
“My name is Rowdy,” he told her when she asked him his name. “Remember it. You’ll be screaming it later.”
Yeah, he’d probably do something stupid and get yelled at for it.
When she asked what size he was, he couldn’t stop himself.
“Large. Everywhere.”
When Zahira showed him the T-shirt, he thought it was absolutely adorable. Standing to his feet, he motioned for her to toss it to him.
“So, how long have you been working here?” he asked, pulling off his wet sweater. Unlike Zahira, Rowdy wasn’t modest enough to go behind the divider to change clothes. He figured there wasn’t anything he was going to show her that she hadn’t seen before.
“Don’t worry,” he assured her, unbuttoning his shirt and exposing his hairy chest. “I’m not going to take off my pants.”
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Post by Zahira Ormarr - Black Serpent on Feb 16, 2014 19:51:57 GMT -5
The time spent behind the divider had been short, certainly changed as quickly as she could. Perhaps to be modest quickly or simply get into dry clothes quickly. Shivered ever so slightly, but given most of the cold was outside. Zahira was defiantly feel already more comfortable. A little warmer, there she certainly could feel warmer. Didn't take full notice as the hand came and helped pass the towel to her. Finding by chances eyes upon her, but she really didn't take much notice. Wasn't like she requested half decent looking men in her room so often, Zahira could merely go about her business, as best she could. Perhaps she did take a glimpse, but this fellow had snuck back in due time. If he wanted to play with charms, let him play, but depending on the play. Charms will only get you so far. Though who was Zahira to just assume. Objective. Objective. Hiding a hint of a smile at the mocking words. Echoed over the divider, but Zahira did not answer. Patience was a virtue. Things would come in due time and well her presence did come in due time. Right good time actually.
Emerging from the divider and motioned back in the heart of her office. Being met with the man more than comfortable on her couch. With avoiding eye contact, Zahira had motioned for the box and brought it over to the couch. Taking that seat beside him, but there was a decent space between. Flipping open the box and did a little digging. Pulling out the youth tees at the top, they certainly wouldn't fit. Although… Zahira motioned a glance as he introduced himself as Rowdy, certainly not the name she was expecting, but then look into space in the room, she couldn't say what she had expected. Reached out a polite hand, a handshake. That was the proper thing to do. "Its nice to meet you…" Came out the polite words to match, not that Zahira was completely just taking this out of the handbook, this. This was easier… Although her words could have been cut off at his next words. There must have been something he saw he wanted. Caused this what level of flirting he desired, even though he had little to no clue as to what he was trying to get himself into. Let him spin, perhaps it was just lack of a filtered mouth. "I may have to hold you to that!" Zahira responded with a less than yes or no answer. Perhaps either a maybe or better luck next time buddy. That kinda deal. If he really was as he sounded a rapist, then Zahira could certainly end up making him scream mercy, but that was a lesser thing right now. Pulling at some of the tees, but this wasn't going to work if she didn't know Rowdy's size. Even though she could probably guess… At his response, Zahira nodded, before the extra details. Her dark eyes subtly wandered downwards and up again. With a possibly little quirk in her smile. "I sure hope so!" Simply stated, less really for her benefit. Perhaps he was the kind to be insecure about this as well. Though with the high stakes he was trying to paint himself up as, in more ways when revealed could fall short than expected. Turned then to pull the tee out and handed it to him.
Confident the tee would fit now. Zahira put the rest of the tees back into the box, folded it back and motioned to put the box back on the lower shelf of one of the bookcases. Dark hands straightened out her skirt a little as she stood. It certainly wouldn't be her chosen attire right, thankfully it didn't give anything away, other then she may have some sort of a nightlife or danced. Certainly a skirt one could dance in. Zahira looked to the couch, but felt a little more drawn to head to her desk. Perhaps just as well, as of course the personal shtick began. This she could answer, of course in answer one usually meant it opened the door for more. Not that she was completely afraid… "About 3 months… What brought you to the museum today? Did you find what you were looking for?" There abouts as Zahira simply answered. She had been here for a decent amount of weeks, but she certainly wasn't completely a local. Least not yet if she ever was to be. Taking the short walk to her desk. Pulling out her chair, to take her seat. After short pause, Zahira took some leap. Not much of leap this was a general thing to ask. Straightening her glasses as she asked why Rowdy was here, certain artefacts he was looking for. An exhibition. There were others apart from her section. Sort of a loose way of getting to if he had questions regarding anything she probably had answers. Despite he probably swing her words to other suggestions. Flipping aimlessly through paper work. She had gotten so much done, put it down to the low season and thus having more time, but there was always something to do… Holding that thought as a buzz came at her phone. Her assistant. Just informing the place of course was closed, but there maybe some waiting until it was safe to leave. "Thats just great!" Stated simply, not completely complaining, but being stuck certainly wasn't ideal. Her eyes looked about the room casually, eying Rowdy taking his sweater off and bout to change. Before lastly her assistant added the chances of loss of power. "Swell… Thank-you! Let me know if anything changes." With that Zahira hung up the phone. Perhaps she could go over her checklist again.
Running her hand through her hair, if this went through the night, she was just gonna have to slip out. No harm she was sure, but she could deal with that later. Almost forgetting the extra presence before spoke up again. 'Don't worry' There was a couple things to worry about, but she was the disciplined type. She could calm herself. Feeling far more calm. Though she raised a brow as he was merely trying to pull her attention to his nudity? Otherwise his hairy chest, hmmm because that was sexy. Ok, he wasn't bad looking, but there needed to be more than sexual appeal. Maybe not, who knows. Getting back to her feet shortly to her little kettle in the corner. Flipped it on. She did miss or hell lost her lunch. Not that she couldn't cope, but certainly felt the little swirl in her stomach. She burnt a lot of calories, so you know. Tea could defiantly help, plus it was warm. "Would you like any tea? Coffee? Seems we might be here for a while… I hope you don't mind?" Kindly Zahira extended the offer, she didn't really do coffee, but she had it handy for visitors. Putting a little teabag in her cup. Possibly thinking she could possibly do what she normally wouldn't do and thats get something out of the vending machine. Wasn't really her kind of food, but if this was going to be a couple of hours, she may have to… Which she expressed, though he probably already gathered from the announcement, there was a blizzard. Unless he was up to embracing the cold unlike her, then they were rather stuck here as much as an outsider might not want to be stuck in the museum. It certainly wasn't the worst place to be stuck in.
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After Rowdy had introduced himself and was shaking hands with Zahira, he could tell she thought his name was odd. What name had she been expecting? Brian? Zachary? Michael? (Seriously, he’d always felt like a “Michael”. ) Then again, “Zahira” was an odd name, as well. He immediately thought of India, a dancing snake, and a snake charmer playing a flute. A belly dancer was in that image, too, gyrating all of her body parts.
(Yeah, Rowdy couldn’t leave out the belly dancer. What?!? Rowdy was a guy! Cut him some slack.)
Rowdy figured if Zahira didn’t like his name, then she needed to blame his parents. Before he was born, their favorite TV shows had been Rawhide, and they took advantage of the opportunity of naming their son after one of its main characters. They thought it was cute. Ugh. Parents do the craziest things sometimes.
Rowdy smiled when he heard Zahira’s voice for the first time since her wardrobe change. Her reaction to his flirting put a seductive grin on his face. Yes, he was a charmer. Maybe he’d charm this snake. Then she could charm his.
Rowdy chuckled and gave himself a mental pat on the back. That was a good one.
When Zahira flirted back, Rowdy had hopes of getting lucky. “Hold me to it? Zahira, I hope you do! In fact, you can hold me anytime!” he exclaimed with a wink. He read her mind and got offended. “And I assure you I’m not a rapist,” he added, hopefully putting that fear to rest. Actually he liked the thought of her making him scream, but he didn’t tell her that!
When he saw Zahira’s eyes checking him out, he didn’t voice any objection. “What you see is what you get,” he told her. “Wanna see more?”
He laughed and decided to stop with the lewd comments. Then Zahira’s short skirt caught his attention as she stood and walked to her desk. Damn, her legs were fine, and he noticed her ass being hugged by that black miniskirt, just the way he liked it.
Rowdy didn’t realize that Zahira was a new employee until she mentioned it. “So you’re new to Gotham City, eh?” he asked as he started to change. “Me, too. I’m here today because some friends of mine told me about the Egyptian exhibit, and I decided to check it out. I liked what I saw.”
And he liked what he saw now.
When she asked him if he’d found what he was looking for, he smiled, nodded, and answered honestly, “I think so. And thanks for the T-shirt. I’m keeping it!”
Pulling off his sweater and shirt, Rowdy's tight abs and chiseled chest came into view, and he felt Zahira’s eyes upon him. Pretending not to notice, he flexed his biceps a little when he pulled the T-shirt over his head and down his torso.
As Rowdy tucked the end of the T-shirt into his pants, he watched Zahira going through a stack of papers. He had no clue what she did – working for a museum sounded pretty boring to him – but he figured she had enough to keep her busy. He hoped she earned a decent wage. Because she looked like a school teacher to him with those glasses on, he started fantasizing about them on the desk together, and had trouble focusing.
Suddenly, the intercom buzzed, snapping Rowdy to attention. Then Amy’s voice sounded, announcing that the museum had officially closed for the day. Rowdy chuckled at Zahira’s reaction. “Yeah,” he agreed with her. “It kinda sucks when you get the rest of the day off and you can’t leave. Not cool.”
Both Rowdy and Zahira didn’t like the possibility of losing power. Walking over to the desk, Rowdy sat in a chair opposite of Zahira. The desk was between them. She offered tea or coffee, and he accepted tea. He really didn’t care for eating snacks from a vending machine.
“So, after our little tea party, would you like to do something fun?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows up and down mischievously. “How about taking me on a personal tour? Of the museum, I mean. There isn’t anything better to do, is there?”
With that, he grinned sheepishly and waited for her to take him up on his offer or suggest something else. Yes, he could tell she was definitely checking him out some more.
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Post by Zahira Ormarr - Black Serpent on Feb 27, 2014 1:23:59 GMT -5
There had certainly been a deep firm grip in that handshake. The official introduction, of course Zahira was unaware that he was reading her mind or at least trying to. Zahira kept her senses at bay, though a few vibrations shook in her nerves. She didn't have any gift to read someones mind and to be honest she was thankful she didn't. Then again she was able to be a good judge of character or more be good enough to be one step ahead. Depending on whether she needed to be, least in a fight… She was left a little more vulnerable, but still had her guard up. Just that little. Zahira wasn't one to just jump to conclusions, but Rowdy was certainly not the first to make passes. He certainly won't be the last. Though somewhere in what she said, he grasped as flirting. Whether or not she had done that intentionally. Sitting there as Rowdy churned it out into his favour. Really just adding to his aggressive anxious behaviour. He really was trying hard. To hard. Zahira was almost amused by it. She was not uncomfortable as such nor offended, she just wasn't as charmed by this. If he really wanted her to hold him, he was going to need to bring it down a notch and perhaps wish a little. "You're a little bit like a pitbull on a pant leg, aren't you?" Zahira then put the comment out there, calling him out a little. Zahira was half sure if she did give him the 'go' he'd be all over her. Not that Zahira was trying to stir anything, she was content with just going about her business as best she could, but well she spoke her mind a little. Not harshly nor to mock him, do what he wanted with it. He was the one laying it out their thick, he did open that door. Though at his additional words, Zahira snapped back a little in her seating. "I never said you were!" Zahira simply said in her defence… Looking at him more intently now wondering why he said it. Feeling the offensive tone in his voice as if she had. She had the strange sense that he was reading her mind. If he did, if he was, he hadn't read it very well or had read into more than he should… Now Zahira knew if this was the case, she'd not only have to be guarded with what she said, but how she thought. What was worse having your mind controlled or have it invaded? "I'm sure you know that no, doesn't mean yes!" Zahira then added assuringly to Rowdy with a subtle smile, she was sure he wouldn't take things to far so soon.
Though he certainly did try, couldn't he? Zahira was less taken back at his lewd remarks or way he maybe trying to undress her. She wasn't a great mind reader, but lets face it, wasn't a grasp at straws to know what could flutter in most men's thoughts when it came to such a thing. He certainly wasn't the first nor last to check her out. To put out, but how did this make him different from the rest? She wasn't just about to give it all up. Not that she couldn't, but this certainly wasn't wooing her, if he was seriously trying. "Thats disappointing…" Zahira responded to what she saw is all she was getting, teased him a little, because could he really suggest he was that shallow and that he was laying down all his cards, because she merely feeling maybe one card had been revealed. Was that all that was swirling in that pretty head of his? "Why spoil the mystery?" Zahira responded to Rowdy's question suggestively. Sometimes the mystery could be good and Zahira was sure he had more than maybe he claimed. Perhaps not, was it really her business? Of course she wasn't going to stop if he was going to suddenly strip in her office, he just may not get what he was expecting. Maybe a slightly different tactic if he truly wished to see her on her hands and knees. Gotta make them bruises worth it.
With the tee in the proper hands. Zahira was then able to leave the couch. Not that she needed the space, but the desk certainly made it more comforting. Secure. Especially if she had to guard her mind… "I guess I am… I'm from Egypt!" Agreed and responded with a light smile. Pretty much new to the city, despite she had been familiar with for a while, but that was a lesser thing right now… Zahira simply added she was from Egypt if Rowdy was curious, although it probably wasn't a leap given her office… Taking her seating now. Zahira was certainly content to hear he had come for her exhibit and from the tone, wasn't disappointed. "Oh! I am glad to hear that. I'm the curator for that exhibition… I apologise if the tour got cut short… Where are you from?" Zahira spoke more sincerely, certainly was a nice thing to hear your work was appreciated, not just completely her, there was a lot of hands involved, but it mostly sprang from Zahira, being that she was in charge of the whole set up. There was certainly pride in it. Zahira certainly put a lot of effort into it. She apologised again if the shut down and all, had put that tour to an end for him… Asked Rowdy where he was from, picking up he said he was new here to. Assumed that meant he was from elsewhere. Her fingers straightened her glasses as she looked up to him briefly again. Though also caught the hesitation whether he had found the answers he possibly looking to find here. Did he have some desire for the ancient world? Of egypt? Perhaps of art! Perhaps simply of myths! Sometimes you come not knowing what to find, perhaps thats where Rowdy was at… Not that Zahira was jumping, but it was sort of her job to think of those assumptions, to best come up with answers people needed… Sometimes there were no answers. "Sure, it does suit you!" She said having no problem if he wanted to keep the tee, it save washing it and if he was large as he said, he'd probably stretch it just a little. Plus it suited him as Zahira complimented with a small playful smile. Before watching him slip his sweater and shirt off. The dude certainly had it well packed. Zahira could certainly admire his physique. Admiring and desiring were two different things. Maybe if he stopped trying to charm her into his pants and actually try to impress her, there maybe something. Zahira may actually like him, right now she wasn't really sure, as though she may come off giving him the cold shoulder, but there was a part of her that certainly wouldn't mind seeing him try to impress her. Zahira went back to flipping through paper work, there was just so little to do right now, but it was rare for there to be none. Paper work certainly probably wasn't anyones favourite part of the job, but Zahira did indeed enjoy her job. She practically grew up in it. Then the intercom cut through and Zahira had answered. Rowdy of course over heard. Zahira agreed with a nod, although if she was to be trapped it wasn't the worst place. It was just inconvenient if it was an all night kind of thing, uh well least she had a couch… Hmmm, she was sure she'd find away though… "Its your day off? I'm sorry… Were you needing to be somewhere?" Zahira piped in, from his words took it was his day off. Apologising if this was halting up any plans he had for the rest of the day or perhaps he simply wanted to go home. Wherever home was. Heck maybe he even had family or something, not entirely her business. Straightening the paper work and put it away, least she could try to entertain, even though she really didn't know how…
Offering a hot beverage seemed a start and she certainly was in need. A day off, Zahira hardly could imagine what a day off was, but then again she enjoyed keeping herself busy. Well, more given the fact that was really the only way she knew. After the click of the kettle Zahira pour the boiling water over the tea bags. Put her mug on her side of the desk and handed Rowdy his without much spillage if at all. Swirled a little milk in hers. "Would you care for any sugar or milk?" Zahira kindly offered with the sugar bowl and milk jug. Zahira repositioned herself on her chair and brought the warm mug to her lips. Blew air a times, just enough to hopefully not burn her lips off. Fun? Zahira questioned as he asked, raising her brow. Was this not fun? Perhaps she was not as familiar in the many ways of fun, perhaps she could be content with her thoughts, as much as Rowdy was possibly trying to be. Though she was certainly up to seeing where he was going with this 'fun'. A personal tour? Zahira thought after taking a relaxing sip, even expressed it with a nice little sigh, putting her mug down. Crossed her legs under the table… "Sure, I can give you a personal tour. The museum or just the egyptian section? I can take you everywhere, but can't say I'll have all the answers if its outside Egypt!" Responding in kind, Zahira agreed to take him on the personal tour, even though she gave tours regularly, she certainly be keen to do another one. Though asked if he wanted her to show him the entire museum or just her section. She was up for either or both, but as she mentioned she may not know about everything else. Smiling playfully as she took another sip of her tea. She may know a lot, but certainly not everything. Maybe she could start in the dinosaur section, perhaps he be interested in seeing the big bones and fossils. Zahira paused a little at Rowdy's last question, well as she thought about it… "I had thought of doing a little yoga, but that can wait… If you're ready we can start the tour now… If your really good I may even show you the new items in the back." Zahira put it out there in honesty she probably would be using this time to do a little working out. Pretty much if she wasn't working, she was working out. Though she threw that out there to possibly stir the pot, because she was sure if he looking now, he'd sure like to see her getting all bendy. Zahira smiled, he may have to wait on that one… Getting back to her feet as she offered to start the tour now, they could take the tea with them if they wanted. Let it slide for now. After drying her hair a little, it certainly a little less wet. Zahira dragged her hands through her hair, loosening it up a little. Before also mentioning she could show him the back room, the items being the prominent reason. Of course. As dark eyes set upon him waiting for him to make his move. Get this tour going.
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Rowdy was fascinated that Zahira was actually from Egypt. When she apologized for the inconvenience of not having a regular tour that morning, he nodded and replied, “It’s not your fault.” Then he answered her question about where he was from. “I’m originally from northern Virginia. After I graduated high school, I moved to California and lived there for a decade. When my grandma died, I used my savings and inheritance to pay for her funeral and open my own place -- Rowdy’s -- in Gotham City. You should check it out sometime. I guarantee you’ll have great food and lots of fun.”
Rowdy hated talking about himself. Inhaling sharply, he changed the topic of conversation back to Egypt. “I’ve always been fascinated with Egypt, ever since I learned about it in grade school. Isis, Hatshepsut, and King Tut – not the criminal! – are some of my favorite characters from history. I think it would be neat to visit there one day. It’s been a secret desire of mine that I hope to make a reality.”
When Zahira made the connection that it was his day off, Rowdy smiled. “No, I don’t have anywhere I need to be,” he sighed. “I wasn’t planning on spending all day here, but it could be worse. I’d hate to be stranded in my car somewhere right now, that’s for sure.”
Rowdy took a spoon of sugar and a dab of milk when it was offered. He hated flavored water.
Then Rowdy sat there, enjoying his tea while studying Zahira Ormarr’s hypnotizing dark eyes. He could tell just by looking at her that she wasn’t your average female, and the weird vibe he was picking up with his empathy confirmed it. She had that look in her eye, like she knew he was tapping into her thoughts and emotions. Was she laughing at him? He really couldn’t tell whether or not she liked him. She was a unique read. At least he was certain about that.
When Zahira stood, Rowdy got cold feet and reconsidered the tour option. “On second thought, no, I don’t want you working on your afternoon off,” he sympathized. “I know I wouldn’t like to. Now I feel bad for even asking.”
Rowdy wasn’t telling a lie. He really did feel bad. The woman had been through enough already because of her hazardous lunch run. He figured it would do her more good to crash on her office couch and take a nap. Putting himself in her place, he felt like he was intruding and was coming across like an insincere horn-dog.
“Besides, you probably have other work that needs your attention anyway,” he said nervously, becoming self-conscious of his actions. “Being a curator of this place, I’m sure you’ve got a busy schedule, and could use your time more wisely by getting ahead for tomorrow.” He stood and grabbed his things. “Hey, don’t worry about the tour, okay? You’re at a disadvantage because you didn’t see that coming. No worries. It’s cool. Thanks for the shirt and the tea. I apologize for hitting on you. I don’t want to force things.”
Instantly, he thought about Selina Kyle. No, he wasn’t going to make that mistake again. Plus, he thought it was better for him to be the one to back off. He couldn’t handle another rejection. He didn’t want or need her pity either.
Quietly, Rowdy started for the door, wondering if she would stop him or not. If she wanted to spend time with him, he was all right with that. If not, it was her loss.
The ball was definitely in Zahira’s court.
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Post by Zahira Ormarr - Black Serpent on Mar 6, 2014 0:08:13 GMT -5
There was certainly a little smile made when Rowdy assured Zahira the lack of tour hadn't been her fault. No it wasn't, but she was still sorry in the general sense it was cut short. It was unfortunately out of her hands and really everyones hands. Though she understood the disappointment factor. Getting as comfortable as she could at her desk, whilst leaving an open ear. A little dialogue. Loosely curious as where he was from. Good chances she wouldn't know much about it and when he did speak up. She was right. Never really heard much about Virginia. California an average amount. "What's Northern Virginia and California like?" Openly Zahira asked curiously, sometimes from what you hear in general and personal accounts could be different. Then again she could probably ask what high school was like… She didn't exactly go to public school, but thats another thing entirely… Dark eyes shifted more carefully to Rowdy when he revealed about the loss of his grandmother. Loss she could understand, why was he telling her? She did wonder more curiously, though in such a case she was sure why didn't matter as much than the fact he did, but such a thing shared cannot always be so easy. Either way it was a little insight, perhaps as Zahira imagined was partially something he shared also a little unconscious about it, because she could feel the hesitation. "I'm sorry to hear about her passing… How did she die?" Zahira shift most if not most her attention to Rowdy now, because this did matter. As Kindly Zahira responded, simple. Subtle, because she knew sharing such a thing could be an intimate thing. Thus it wasn't easy to just share. Of course it could stop there, but the extension was there. She did warm up a little to hearing what he did with the savings and inheritance. She could tell in voice, in the rapid yet slow beats of his pulse. This would have meant something to her, as well as for him and it would carry a memory into the future. Certainly wasn't something to turn your nose at. She understood it, she was after all in a similar position as her mother had been once before… Though as Rowdy talked about 'his place' and suggested she check it out. She wasn't really sure what this 'place' was. It had food and fun. Uh! She could probably guess, but what was fun to her probably wouldn't be to another. "I'll defiantly think about it, but… What kind of place is it?" As honestly Zahira responded. Interested sure, but she really wasn't exactly a party girl, if that was the fun he was referring to. Much preferred being low key, then again she just didn't really know any different. Though she did hang on the mention of the food. "Hmmm. This place wouldn't happen to do a really good fish curry?" Zahira then added as she perked up a little. She could certainly be up for some good curry and so far she hadn't really found a decent place that made curry. Throwing that little hint she liked spicy food. Call that a little reaching out, as small as it was. It defiantly be a reason to check the place out.
Zahira smiled subtly at the rather subtle topic change. That worked, she wasn't much one to talk about herself either and she didn't need to hear another's life story unless they cared to share it, but otherwise what would she do with it. Its theirs not her own and something take time… Though egypt , more intently ancient egypt Zahira certainly could discuss. She was after all in her element. It was always interesting how vast it could attract others and fascinate them. Perhaps because it balances been the line with the fact it had existed it was real, but surrounded by such myths and stories. It could almost be dream like. Zahira certainly wasn't too surprised by Rowdy's favoured 'characters' they were certainly important to the ancient world, but she still was of course interested to listen. "Interesting choices. The goddess of love and the underworld. The queen who would be king and of course the boy king… You must be familiar with the story of Isis and Osiris? I am currently in the process in acquiring a couple items to bring, connected with King Tutankhamun… If you are seriously thinking of making a travel, I'd be more than happy to offer some locations you might be keen to check out. It can certainly be dangerous, but it undoubtedly still has its beauties. Its wonders… I suppose one could possibly weigh the dangers with the dangers in Gotham… Almost." Zahira spoke a little in reference to the three 'characters' Rowdy mentioned. It was certainly interesting. There was certainly some nice artefacts here and there through the exhibition. Not yet so much for King Tut, but she certainly was looking. She hinted, although it was rather a hush hush kind of thing, but she certainly was excited to showcase them in Gotham. Of course not all could be transported as many things were so fragile such like Tutankhamun's funerary mask on display in the egyptian museum in Cairo… Zahira certainly offered if he was thinking of travelling anytime, that she certainly could offer up some key suggestions if he wanted to see particular things. She'd more than likely know, but then again it wasn't known for being overly safe. Reminded then they were in Gotham, so that may lessen it to a degree, but the dangers were ultimately different… Zahira had motioned for the tea. Before regaining her seat with her now warming cup and offered the additional milk, sugar to Rowdy. Smiled warm a little at hearing him state he didn't need to be anywhere, little that would do anyway given they couldn't exactly get out without being attacked by snow, but least there was less of a concern in that she supposed. Nodded it certainly could be worse, she really didn't mind being stuck in such place. She did like it here, it was merely well she really didn't need to think about that right now. "Exactly… Plus we got a working heater." Zahira added with a subtle pleasant smile, pointing her cup a little in direction to the heater on the wall. Much happier being in here than being stuck outside and she gathered it only be so long before a car died out. Be pretty much like a freezer.
Was Zahira laughing at him? A little bit? Sort of, yes. Not so much in a sense he probably imagined she was, but he was someone that appeared so far to be overly expressing himself, she herself was a little reserved, so it was merely just amusing to her. Not that she thought it was an overly bad thing, it was who he was, so she had little to no problem with it, but you open certain doors aren't you kinda asking to be messed with… Just a little. She'd never take it too far, she didn't have the time nor the patience. Let things be as they were. Did she like him? Did she not like him? Why would that even be a thing that was important right now? It certainly wasn't something churning through her mind right now. Why not just let things be? Why try to complex things? After all he was the one that followed her. Came in. Sat down. If she was truly unhappy she would have thrown him out already. When she got to her feet happily enough to take him on the tour. Rowdy stood and least from Zahira's point of view. Quite back peddled his way out of it. Why? Because he was feeling bad and making assumptions of her, again. She kinda found that just a touch amusing, but certainly she felt bad for him, if he was finding bad signals. When she was seriously not even trying to send any signals. She wasn't that kind of girl and she wasn't that kind of person. "Isn't that kind of contradictory. You don't want me working on my afternoon off? Shouldn't that kind of be my choice…" Zahira spoke forward, well pointed that out. Not whether or not it hurt her feelings or not. She was curious that he was caring now about taking her 'time', she seriously had no problem with showing him a tour and perhaps she teased him a little suggesting perhaps how she worked was maybe her choice. Well, it was her choice either way, but he seemed so gun ho now not to hurt her feelings, but he had hardly dinted them in the first place. But this was her place of work, she didn't care to get personal in the office or well really ever if she could help it, but you know the whole work hat kinda deal. "I guess thats where you and I differ. I don't like taking days off… Had the place not been shut down, I'd be working anyway… Giving tours is part of my job." Zahira added, perhaps it was a little dipping in the personal pool to say she didn't like days off, but well it merely was a small thing. Not that she didn't take days off, but she was more than sure her days off were potentially different than his, then again she really had no place to guess against his as he did against hers, but people were gonna think how they wanted to think. Though merely pointing out she liked working and giving tours was part of that. Could she get a little tired from doing so many tours at once, probably she was still human, but that was a small thing against the larger picture. Had the place not been closed early, she probably be doing such a thing anyway. It really seemed less of a bother in her mind, than it seemed to bother him and to make him feel bad.
Zahira could certainly raise several eyebrows at Rowdy next words. His reactions. Over reacting? Maybe she had to conclude, but it was his business to react however he wanted. Certainly wouldn't be the first time someone ran away from her, only he really didn't even try. Why the hell should she even bother in 'connecting'? If someone doesn't have the time. Who is he to assume there isn't more, but of course he had every right. But in this case, this was far more 180 than even she had expected, least not so suddenly. Hearing the nervous tone. Feeling the insecurities. Such to which she wasn't actually surprised from. "I appreciate the concerns, but why don't you let me worry about my schedule. Whether or not I'm caught up, thats really on me. Not you." Zahira spoke up sincerely and just a little heads up. Although she had not problem in him assuming anything, he could assume all he wanted, but at the end of the day she was dealing with the things he was pointing out. He really didn't need to worry about it and from the sounds of his insecurities he really needed to worry less. She smiled perhaps a little. Not so much at him, but he blowing things up. Where they seemed far more simple to her. "If you don't want a tour, thats fine. Though the offer is still certainly there. Its a shame really I could have potentially shown you some key pieces yet to be on display, but I suppose if you aren't interested. I'll hold that off?" Zahira kindly responded. She was a little disappointed that he was backing out on the tour, but she certainly couldn't stop him now could she. Though she dangled a little mention of 'key' pieces before him. The offer certainly was there. Least with doing a tour, she knew how to do that and generally rather well. Of course it certainly helped if the person was interested, although if not Zahira knew that a tour could provide interest afterwards, but still a little interest went a long way. Zahira hadn't even made it around her desk, before Rowdy was pulling way. Trying to say goodbye. Saying sorry. Seriously back peddling… "I just want to point out something. You came in here. You hit on me, yes. I assume I didn't give you what you expected, but I haven't asked you to leave. You certainly can if you want. I'm not going to stop you… But. Where you were 'trying' to force things, your leaving now? To run away? One could assume that is a cowardly move, not that I am… Maybe the t-shirt is fitting. I'm not her, I don't have the patience…" Motioned a little at the side of her desk as Zahira pointed out the fact he was the one that followed her. Came in here. Helped her. Which she may not have asked for, but didn't see her complain about it. Nor did she toss him out or asked him to leave. If he wanted to, then by all means she couldn't stop him, but he was just overreacting. Running away. Maybe she didn't have signals that spoke she was dying for his company, but then he really wasn't giving her much credit to find out if she would. She certainly not gonna find out any such thing if he merely runs away. Coward. Perhaps that was harsh to say and she wasn't calling him that, because quite frankly she didn't know him enough, but the length from hitting on her n walking way. It could be seen as cowardly. Certainly he had to have something a little more rooted than to just simply run when something was tough and perhaps Zahira could be a little confusing. Particularly when one is potentially reading their minds… Moved more around the desk as Zahira jested at the shirt on him. "Bring your own mummy", not that she was calling him a child, but just pointing out the irony of the fact he was wearing it. Perhaps he was unconsciously seeking something to that, someone to take care of him or perhaps he was just insecure for varies other reasons. Really wasn't her problem, she didn't know him, but she wouldn't be that to him. Joked she didn't have the patience, but it wouldn't also be fair to him. What ever problems he had or was having right now. They didn't stem from her. Nor this situation. " I do have enough patiences if you do not want to just up and run away… Not that one could really run far right now, but you can stay or I guess come on a tour." Zahira added with a more reassuring smile. Simply trying to say you can stay and I really have no problem with it. It was still mostly under the work umbrella. But if somewhere he was wanting more of a certain connection, perhaps he could trying be a friend first, but even that unfortunately may take a little effort. If of course he had the time for the effort or simply time for a tour and simple conversation.
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“Virginia and California are opposites in a lot of ways,” Rowdy answered when Zahira asked her about them. “Virginia is awesome! It’s one of those states where you get a little bit of everything – snow, rain, sunshine, and heat. The dogwood trees are what I liked the most. I hated the hurricane season though,” he grumbled, making a face. “The state motto is ‘Virginia Is for Lovers’ which is pretty cool, too.”
Rowdy wasn’t trying to be cute or anything. He was stating a fact.
“California is bright and sunny,” Rowdy continued. “I loved living there. There's lots of beach, sun, and fun! I didn’t like the potential for earthquakes, but it came with the territory.”
Rowdy felt uncomfortable with Zahira’s stare as he told her about his grandmother. He was just sharing information about himself. Maybe she thought it was too personal? Fuck it.
“My grandma died in her sleep,” he answered her inquiry. “She died peacefully.”
There was an awkward silence as he swallowed hard.
“We used to talk every night on the phone. I miss her.”
He smiled and nodded when Zahira told him she’d consider visiting his nightclub. “It’s a bar-and-grill with live entertainment every night. There’s food, dancing, and a whole lot of fun. If you call me in advance, I’ll get you in for no cover charge. I’ll save you a dance, too. I’m telling you, you’d love it. It’s a place where you go and relax and have a good time meeting people. I have a lot of patrons. Maybe you could be one of them. And, yes, we have a really good fish curry. Our chefs are the best in town! I’m like you -- I like spicy food, too!”
Rowdy noticed Zahira became more interested in the conversation when he brought up Egypt. He nodded when she asked him about knowing Isis and Osiris. “I remember the story vaguely.” She got his attention when she brought up King Tutankhamun and her knowledge of Egyptian locations to visit. It sounded like she had some impressive connections. “I personally like that combination of beauty and danger,” he admitted. “It keeps life interesting.” He shrugged at her comparison of Egypt and Gotham. “I prefer Gotham. It has less heat and sand,” he jested. “I got my fill of that when I lived in California.”
Rowdy was a guy. Of course, it was important for him to know if Zahira liked him! The way she wasn’t acknowledging that information either way made him nervous. He erred on the side of caution and assumed she wasn’t interested. His insecurity got the best of him. That’s why he backed out of the personal tour. Yes, she probably wasn’t sending any signals at all, and his assumption was probably wrong, but he didn’t feel like taking the chance. He couldn’t handle any more rejection -- even just the potential of it.
Rowdy felt lame when he started bailing. All Zahira was doing was trying to be nice to him. He was being such a jerk. He admired Zahira for standing up for herself and telling him that the decision was hers whether to work or not. It didn’t hurt his feelings. It made him feel special. She WANTED to spend time with him. Her statement made all the difference in the world to him!
As Zahira gave her spiel about having to work anyway and her schedule being her own, Rowdy tried not to laugh out loud. He really liked this girl.
Rowdy’s ears perked up when she mentioned showing him some key pieces. She had definitely baited his curiosity. Her comment about running away really stung. It reminded him of his chat with Hawkgirl, and he physically cringed.
“Are you fnished with the lecture?” he asked her sarcastically after she had spoken her mind and settled down. “If you’re finished riding my ass, let’s get this show on the road." He stopped and got serious again. "I know I deserved it. I’m sorry.”
He chuckled as he offered his arm to her.
“Yes, I would love for you to take me on a personal tour, Miss Zahira Ormarr. Thank you very much for your time.”
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Post by Zahira Ormarr - Black Serpent on Mar 25, 2014 10:09:09 GMT -5
There was always something new to discover and new to learn. As knowledgable as Zahira was, there was certainly a lot she just didn't know and well, she was certainly new to the United States. Sure you hear about it enough, even though she wasn't in touch with media and what not. But sure some simple basic facts, she had some grip it. Though Virginia. California. Certainly not her domain. As Zahira intently listened Rowdy describe them… Apparently they were opposites. Very different. That she did find interesting as she rested her chin gently against the palm of her hand. Smiled subtly as Rowdy spoke how awesome Virgina was.. Is, correcting herself. Some reason she didn't mind hearing about these kinds of things. "What are dogwood trees?" Zahira asked subtly and curiously. Certainly caught her attention, she couldn't say she'd heard of that kind of tree before. Then again she probably wasn't overly in tune with every tree in the world, but certainly was interested. Especially by the way Rowdy made it sound… Was certainly something. She nodded in agreement regarding hurricanes, who really could say they favour being in a hurricane. She was then brought to the motto. Lovers… Wasn't that a little broad. She thought… "That is… Cool… Lovers of what?" Zahira responded mostly confidently, certainly wasn't a bad motto… Just well, was it just for sex or lovers in general. Lovers of cats. Snakes or apples. Flashed her brown eyes, perhaps she was thinking to literal in the motto. Perhaps it was more simple, but still she was curious to know the details.
"There is always a risk to challenge the peace… Coming from such warm and sunny places, Gotham must certainly be a change! " Zahira stated a little openly in response to what Rowdy said about earthquakes. More often peace didn't come so easily. So far from what Zahira had seen. Sipping her warm tea. Soothed the little aches in her tightened muscles from the blizzard and certainly on its way to help add the warm. Of course added by the heater. Certainly she had trained to sustain through hardships, but well, in moments cheating helped. Commented simply, Zahira didn't really need to go on a long loop into why Rowdy was in Gotham, unless he wanted to. "I understand… I'm sorry for your loss… I don't know if it necessarily gets easier…!" It wasn't just personal to share. It was very personal, to which she had been a little surprised and perhaps a little unexpectedly flattered he would. Because there was undoubtedly more to such a thing. Such a thing like life. As subtly. Perhaps simple with her response. Because, there wasn't a vast amount words, but there was some understanding. To which she hinted, but to dive into that… She'd naturally avoid it, not burden another. With glimpse of a smile in her words about his grief, his loss. Perhaps she couldn't fully grasp it, but she could acknowledge it was there. That sort of thing didn't go away easily… Perhaps really never. As her stare had shifted off him and just a little at space. A little flash at her lasting words. A hint. Before the instinct to retreat. Sipping more on her tea. How many years had it been now? Zahira questioned in thought, resting back in her chair more. Crossing her dark legs comfortably.
There was certainly a peaked interest as Rowdy described and detailed his place. Fun? Zahira would probably differ in what she considered as fun, but well this. It was rather different. New to her. She wasn't the social butterfly and mostly for a reason. So there was defiantly hesitation and part that probably could be more content just curling in bed with a book, than meet people. Meet people, that would be wise not to make friends with. But, with her interest peaked. It certainly wouldn't be bad to at least give it try. "You certainly got me interested. I'll check it out. I never really been to such a place… Ever! How early do you open? With work, I'm kind of an early bird."Zahira responded simply in agreeing to visit Rowdy's place. Check it out. Not entirely sure if she'd take to all that he said, she usually kept to herself, but honestly she wouldn't really know until she was there. Least admitting she hadn't experienced such a place. Well sort of if it counted the stalking of prey, but that was working on the job. It kind set the goals in motion. She'd never actually let herself go, in such a place and well letting herself go was probably not going to happen entirely. She was naturally to rational. Who just hadn't experienced a lot of the social life, mostly for a reason. Other things were more important, through this aged seeming wisdom. It was probably a little forgot she was 21, she was still young. Despite how much she had grown up. The last party she could really recall was a birthday party when she was a little girl. That certainly seemed a lifetime ago. "I should warn you… I like it extremely hot and spicy." Zahira teased lightly over the warm brewing of her tea, in response to Rowdy liking spicy food, like she did. Maybe he could handle it that spicy, maybe they just needed to see about that.
It was easy to be interested by something not only were you passionate about, but you also grew up with it. Perhaps in cases, you grew out of it, grew tired, but not always. In this at least there were memories formed. Ancient memories filled with myths and legends, mixed with personal memories. Not half bad. Life entwined. Almost. Zahira smiled at Rowdy's response regarding the story of Osiris and Isis. "One of the most profound and beloved stories of ancient egypt. There certainly is a strong sense of family loyalty and devotion; and much of the ancient egyptian religion also originate from the myth. In which after Osiris' murder by his brother Set and Isis restoring his body, resulted in the birth of Horus. Also one of the most profound and significant deities… I'm sure you've heard of Horus?" Zahira summarised the myth in some manner of simple detail. It did very much set much of what they would come to know of the ancient world. Sort of the catalyst of a lot of it. There was also through it all a sense of realism, from which it seemed many were drawn to more than other myths, generally. Of course Zahira could detail more if Rowdy wanted to know more. Ask more. She wasn't entirely any endless book in this, just passionate. Somehow it was her history. But certainly the birth of Horus, would be well known. His name was usually known wordily. In one shape or another. "Being surrounded and potentially lost in history, is certainly an experience." Perhaps even a lifestyle. Zahira added to Rowdy expressing his love of beauty and danger. In reference to Egypt, of course. Zahira grew up in and around the desert. Discovering tombs at even a young age and grew up exploring. Unraveling and at the same time, getting sucked it. Then there was also the chances of waking up to pyramids. Certainly never got old. "Gotham is familiar… If you don't like heat and sand. I guess you didn't hear about what happened this winter in Egypt…" Zahira simply added in regard to Gotham, almost secondary like. Though at the dig at the heat and sand, he most likely didn't catch the news of this past winter… Putting her little teacup down, before spinning her chair a little, in search through a draw, before she pulled out a Picture!. Handed it across on the table. Of the pyramids in Cairo encased in snow. "First time in 112 years… I'm a little disappointed I missed it." Perhaps almost once in a lifetime, well sensually rare. It certainly put it in a totally different perspective of wonder. Jesting a little and sincere Zahira missed seeing it in person. Thought coming to Gotham was certainly what she had to do… Least for the time being.
The almost calming seating at her desk had been halted. Broken. At Rowdy's attempts to flee. Over dramatically, Zahira had to say. Fleeing really from not much, given they met. What like ten minutes ago, but who was counting? Zahira had risen from her seat. Motioned a little. In some attempts of words and reason. If he'd heed, if not then it he wouldn't, but it did seem to stop him in his tracks. Or hopefully at least reset his reflexes a little. Zahira had certainly perhaps stepped her ground a little too deeply, she hadn't thought entirely it had been a lecture. As she retreated a little in her gaze at his comment. That would suggest she was invested. That she wanted to be invested, instinctually she shouldn't. "I am… It gets tiring." Zahira simply said, honestly too, because she'd prefer not to keep going or remotely go deeper. Least not now, she barely knew him. That seemed to be her point. Because frankly she couldn't say she liked or didn't like him. She didn't know him… Sure she knew in being a basic human being, but how was she to know what truly set him apart. Even then getting close was a dangerous thing. She was instinctually careful. Perhaps faulted to being too careful. "Its fine… Live and let live!" Zahira said in response to Rowdy getting serious and apologising. She meant mostly as the saying meant he could be however he wanted to be, so long as it didn't effect her and so far it hadn't effected her greatly. He just perhaps needed to expect she didn't live exactly as he did, but that certainly surrounded the fact they just met.
Certainly seemed though a rundown over a tour, but water over bridge. As it certainly seemed Rowdy warmed up to the idea more now. Zahira then more pointedly left her desk and motioned towards the exit with Rowdy at the waiting… An arm? It would seem… She didn't take it, though it was merely because she didn't know she was expected to. From never really seeing a film or been offered before. That was little for Zahira to know what it meant and with her glasses now, she knew she could see. "Where would you like to start? You can call me Zahira, if you want…" Zahira asked, broadly. Shifting her glasses. Straightened her blouse a little, with minor tugs at her sweater sleeves, mostly for added warmth. As Zahira opened the door and lead to the little hall way, though partially opened by large open doorways, though mostly from her office the Egyptian section was in full view. "Did you want just a tour of my section or others? All? One of the newer main exhibitions is The power of poison. Sort of a vast look of poison in nature. Plants. Animals. History and myths. There is a little expanded in my section, with of course Cleopatra pointedly… Then of course we have a exhibit on the universe… Or we could start with the Dinosaurs? Thats certainly popular." As Zahira expanded on options. If Rowdy just wanted a singular tour of hers, she could certainly ensure more in-depth knowledge, but of course there was other exhibitions just as exciting. As she gestured lightly with her hand in varies directions. The power of poison, certainly was a fascinating addition. Even a little showcasing of spiders. Caterpillars. Lizards and of course snakes. Of course more as Zahira suggested. Perhaps start back with the Dinosaurs. Fossils, especially giant fossils were certainly something. Hmmm, really wherever Rowdy wished to start, he merely needed to point her in that very direction. The back room, Zahira was sure would come.
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Rowdy liked the way Zahira was smiling and paying attention to him with her chin resting in the palm of her hand. It was as if she was really interested in what he was saying about Virginia and California, and it made him feel good.
“Dogwood trees are trees with little white flowers on the branches,” he explained to her. “Google it when you have some spare time. The flowers can be pink, as well. That’s kinda girly though, if you ask me,” he grimaced. “By the way, guys don’t wear pink. We call it ‘salmon’. File that away for future reference.”
Rowdy’s eyes widened when Zahira asked about Virginia’s state motto.
“Um, lovers . . . Y’know, . . . being in love, making babies . . .”
Suddenly, Rowdy began wondering if Zahira had ever heard about “The Birds and the Bees”. Actually, her inquiry was very endearing, and her innocence made Rowdy grin as he watched her sip her tea.
“Yes, Gotham is quite a change for me,” he admitted with a nod of his head. “It’s okay, though. I really like the people here – yourself included, sweet lady.”
Rowdy didn’t respond to Zahira's condolence for his grandmother. He just smiled and nodded again. He beamed when she said she’d check out his nightclub in the future. He was hopeful that she’d like it, and gave her one of his business cards with the hours of operation on it.
“I like hot and spicy, too,” Rowdy told her. “Women and food.”
Rowdy listened intently as Zahira summarized about the story of Osiris and Isis. The curator had him mesmerized, not only with her beauty but with her words as well.
“You’re a great storyteller,” he complimented when she had finished. “I guess you have to be, to work in a museum. I love your passion for Egypt!”
Zahira peaked Rowdy's curiosity when she asked him if he’d heard about what happened this winter in Egypt. After she’d handed him the picture, he studied the pyramids in Cairo encased in snow. “Sweet!” he exclaimed when she mentioned the 112 years’ time lapse. It looked like a photograph that his friend Vicki Vale would’ve taken.
“I hope it melted fast in the desert heat,” he commented. “That’s my favorite kind of snow – here today, gone today!” He couldn’t help but wonder how much snow had accumulated outside by now. He assumed it was pretty bad. “When I think of Egypt, I like to think of getting a suntan, not frostbite.”
As they started to leave the office for the personal tour, Rowdy was a little offended that Zahira didn’t take hold of his arm, even though he kept thrusting it at her. “Um, do you mind?” he finally asked, instructing her to take his arm by nodding his head at it. “I’m trying to be a gentleman. Please let me escort you, m’lady.”
Rowdy chuckled when Zahira shifted her glasses and asked him where he’d like to start the tour. “How about at the beginning?” he quipped. Then he got serious. “I’ll leave that up to you. You’re the guide . . . and the fantastic storyteller,” he added with a wink. “And let’s see everything. It’s not like we’ll be leaving anytime soon,” he mocked.
As Zahira guided them down the hallway, Rowdy’s eyes widened at the mention of “the power of poison”. “It makes me think of Egyptians killing themselves with snake venom,” he told her. “I bet that kind of death was a pain in the asp,” he chuckled, wondering if Zahira would get the joke.
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Post by Zahira Ormarr - Black Serpent on May 1, 2014 8:02:43 GMT -5
Remaining calm was certainly not a hard thing for Zahira to do, no matter the situation, usually. Not that it was simply down to adapting, but camouflage was certainly more valuable than what met the eye. Hmmm, perhaps that wasn't so tricky after all. As with the subtle quake from Zahira's chair as her otherwise free hand motioned for a pen upon hearing in more detail about these dogwood trees. Of course she was interested. With a name like that for a tree, naturally she was curious. White flowers. She made a point of noting that on her diary and no it wasn't a diary that was gonna ever start with: 'Dear Diary…' No. Even if she had such a diary it wasn't going to be in plain sight. That was just opening up a bunch of doors, she didn't need. Too much pressure… Google? Zahira shifted her glasses a little before rested her chin a little more on her palm. Such an odd thing, that seemed to be the answer for most things now. To google it. A personal account seemed a more genuine insight, but then what was more trustworthy. A search engine or a person? But, she noted Google as well. It was a good source of imagery, her exhibition certainly was made up of a lot of it, which certainly added given she had stood many many times in the middle of the real thing. Hmmm, pink flowers. Noted that as well. She certainly wasn't much of a girl to wear pink, so she wasn't going to deny it was a girly thing, though it seemed to depend on the girl, if you asked her… Although he stated a fact, she wasn't so sure he could actually claim for all of man, but what would Zahira know what men wore and didn't wear. Though she did smirk amusingly as he put in defence by calling it, 'Salmon'. "Dually noted… I can't say I'm much one to comment on fashion, but if you ask me, I'm not really sure its solely down to the colour of your t-shirt that attracts a mate in a human." Zahira suggested, despite pink or salmon being girly, the colour was surely the least of the concerns, suppose people that had strong opinions on a colour, but hardly seemed as important when you cut whole picture open. Wasn't like she had some experiences, simply because of the colour of her skin, unlike a t-shirt, it wasn't so easily changed. "You mean, sex? Thats what I thought, lovers can be broad and such an act isn't always about love." Zahira responded as Rowdy's eyes widened, and partially danced around what he meant. She certainly could be innocent, but she wasn't daft. Making babies, made it seem so cut and dry. Thinking it over, it was an ok, motto. She'd like to think of it meaning in more of the broader sense. Or the genuine love, than the simple act of falling in someone's bed. From whatever experience she had, wasn't usually surrounded by any realm of peace. Let along even security for that matter. With a subtle breath and rattled even the developing thoughts far back.
"That's sweet, but you barely know me?" Zahira responded honestly as Rowdy stated he liked people. Her included? She could almost taste the sincerity on his tongue, he believe he meant it, but only time will really tell. Perhaps it was easier to just offer up front such trust. To just jump in with both feet and see what happens. Zahira had just seen so much to not be cautious. It was practically like natural instinct at this point. She honestly couldn't truly say she liked him in return, but she couldn't say she didn't. Then it could go even further. For there was a difference in liking someone and trusting them. Sometimes it was really only yourself you got protecting you. When thats down, what else if there? Zahira dropped her palm from her chin and dropped the pen from her other. Taking the card as offered. This certainly would make it easier. Especially to find, although with such a scent capture, perhaps that wouldn't be much of a problem. "I'm sure you do!" Zahira responded with a subtle hint of amusement on her tongue as he mentioned how he liked his women and food. He really could flip like a pancake. Trying to charm her, push things and then showcase his potential casanova ways. Zahira was a little left with whether he wanted her as a friend or just another pin he needed to knock off. Of course she couldn't completely just jump and grasp, but that seemed to be the point. They weren't exactly on the same page yet. "Thank-you!" Zahira smiled in kind to the compliment she was a good storyteller with a subtle nod in gratitude, she couldn't so much say she was much of a storyteller, more a deliver of facts. Though certainly much of ancient egypt was filled with myths. Stories. It was natural to fall a little into them. It always seemed surprising to her that one would be surprised by her passion. To her it seemed a natural path. It was on some level her history. Wasn't it a natural thing to be curious about your own history? Yeah, sweet just about summed it up. Sometimes such a thing can be larger to fully comprehend. It was a once in a lifetime thing. In a place where time was always preserved, to have it literally frozen in time, was something else entirely. Then there was also the mild curiosity of sliding down a pyramid, but that certainly was far more far fetched. "I can't say I'm much one for the snow, but from what I hear, it lasted a little while… Its not completely uncommon for it to get cold, particularly at night. It is still a desert, but yeah its usually warm… If not hot…" Zahira could certainly agree in regards to the snow. Although she could have enjoyed seeing Egypt in snow, just well. She felt the cold just that little more, didn't she now… Subtly smiled at his comments. She imagined more of a sunburn in his case, this was egypt after all… It certainly known for its heat. Certainly would be a joy when that snow melted and one could revel in the warm sand once again… Not that she day dreaming.
Zahira had motioned and met Rowdy nearing the entrance of her door. Raised a brow a little more in curiosity as he kept trusting his arm at her? Just blinked her dark eyes at his. You do that, isn't going to make her want to take it… Wouldn't the gentlemen thing do is, to offer up your arm, with the acceptance it was up to her, whether or not she would take it or not. It hardly seemed something to get offended by. Although, the insistence, could almost be an offence, though it was more a slight annoyance. "I do mind… I need both hands… Besides, lets keep things professional. We're not the only ones in this building after all" Zahira responded honestly, she would hope he'd be less offended and hopefully grateful for the honesty. Perhaps at some point she would need to take a step, but he was probably going to need to be a little patient with her. This was her place of work. She took that seriously, that wasn't a lie, but sure it was also an excuse. Knowing she'd probably find another excuse if they were in a more personal setting, but it had nothing to do with him. She just wasn't comfortable with such things. As simple as they may seem. Whether it be something personal for her, or even a slight difference in culture. Perhaps he could find some solace that she was offering her time, she could have easily turned her back… As Zahira motioned out through the hallway. Her dark eyes grasping the directions they could go… Jolted in her steps as she listened to Rowdy's response. Hopefully his interest, because that would certainly make this easier, but she in her position she knew how to adapt. Though her mind could certainly swell as Rowdy stated the beginning. That was certainly would suggest vast. The beginning of the museum. Where exactly would that be? The beginning of time. Space. Egypt, that certainly be an easier beginning. As Zahira showed a little to the subtle feeling of being overwhelmed, after all she wasn't personally involved with most of the exhibition. Her knowledge in such areas only stretched so far. But as Rowdy stated… She was the guide, as she blinked at him a little… Everything. As her eyes looked one way to the other… "I suppose the beginning of the planet, would be a start… We can go from there and if anything particularly jumps out at you, then by all means let me know… Thats the thing with museums everyone takes something different from their experience… I can't promise all the answers, but I'll try!" Zahira offered, it certainly be a start. Of course it could change with certain things jump out at him, she was perhaps the guide, but this was his personal tour. His experience, well partially both. Zahira couldn't say she had taken great sight to some of the exhibitions, but she certainly knew where everything generally was. Zahira would certainly try her very best to deliver the goods. As she now led up the left of the hallway. Passing some dim lighted statues possibly from the victorian period. They were a long way from that, if they were going in a such an order. It wasn't much of a walk though until they would be met in big letters with something, saying. Welcome to the universe. Zahira smiled subtly at Rowdy's comment. She got the joke, though knowing first hand what venom could do, it certainly could be amusing at times. "It certainly could be painful. It can also make you feel sleepy. As the venom pretty much shuts down your nervous system, leaving you practically paralysed… Not entirely pain-free but it was a way to die in dignity… There is still debate what actually killed Cleopatra, but an asp. An egyptian cobra, certainly can't be ruled out!" Zahira lightly informed Rowdy, as she led through the space entrance. Flicking at a switch. They'd probably have to keep these at a minim, but least it seemed the place wasn't loosing power. She was pretty sure some of this section was solar powered, but she really couldn't know for sure.
As Zahira led through an airy corridor, until met with vast more darkened opening. Almost like a moment in space itself, our galaxy. With the rounded glass ceiling with the view of the many stars and constellations, perhaps even planets, as it could rotate. The room was lit with a blue dim kind of light and various computer like stations, fill with more questions and answers to the wide spread outer space. In the centre of the room was a 360 globe of Earth. With a coupled of monitors for that extra touch of interaction with the ever changing planet. Whether it be from the big bang or simply a shifting look at the changing seasons. "Its quite beautiful, is it not? A nice fact, Egyptian astronomy began back around the 5th millennium BCE. The very observation of stars was very important. Particularly to determine the annual flooding of the Nile. The pyramids were also aligned towards the pole star at their time, particularly the Giza pyramids to the belt of Orion. The temple of Amun-re was aligned with the rising of the midwinter sun. The ancient Egyptians had also developed their own constellations system based on important gods and goddess, as well as animals in the mythology… I've always favoured the hippo, with the crocodile one its back! Or the goddess Nut, known now as the milky way!" Zahira questioned openly in the open space, even more open given it was just the two of them. As her eyes easily looked up and around. Before letting out some facts with the ancient egyptians, as after all it was of importance and that stuff she knew. Before motioning to one of the screens on the side of the room. Her hand touched and played at the screen as she scrolled through the varies known egyptian constellations, most of which she knew simply by looking up, having been told many of them as a child. As she motioned more directly at a the constellations, they laminated a little more prominently at the digital outer space above them. Especially as she pointed out the female Hippopotamus with the crocodile on her back. It was certainly a childhood favourite for many. Along with Goddess Nut, well she was mostly the arch of the milky way, as she lightly traced the path. She could go into greater detail how that worked with the rising and setting sun, but it was perhaps a little more inclusive and potentially higher rated. "Of course we can look back at the beginning of Earth or go right back to the big bang… The universe is certainly vast… Anything taking your curiosity?" As Zahira suggested, there was certainly more to the history of their planet and the universe than Egypt, but it was always wonder how it connected so many years ago… Zahira motioned a little at the history of Earth or perhaps even the beginning of the universe. Which was probably more widely known, just maybe not in as greater detail. Such detail she wasn't sure she really had, but with the technology in this exhibition. She could probably find it. As she asked Rowdy, if any jumped out. Perhaps had questions. Or simply cared to observe. Which Zahira more often preferred to do, in regards to stars. Observe and dream. Which may seem unnatural with her surrounded with just logic, Zahira could dream. Or at least she did once upon a time.
Room:Space Exhibit!
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