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Post by Dr. Cody Woodson on Nov 8, 2012 22:59:07 GMT -5
Cody had finally moved into his new apartment and, with the help of a decorator, all the homey touches were in place. He liked still life so a big picture of a bowl of fruit above his dining room table was tastefully hung. After he filled his shelves with his books he realized he still wanted the new one about Abraham Lincoln so he went to get his car that was parked out front of the complex.
It was a Ford Focus, not a big fancy car, just a small economical one, but it was in his favorite color, light blue. He drove over to the shopping center and up to the Barnes and Nobles. It had always been his favorite book store. The inside was brightly lit with row after row of shelves filled with books. Asking where the history section was he was directed towards it and so he made his way there.
For him, being a history professor at the academy, Barnes and Nobles, or any book store for that matter, he was like a kid in a candy store. Books on World War II, the Roman Empire, and the Romanovs of Russia whet his appetite for knowledge. Finally, he found the book he wanted about Lincoln and bought it.
But while he had been looking, or rather drooling over the books, he had gotten a whiff of coffee so he made his way to the small cafe towards the back of the store.
"A caramel frapachino and a cinnamon roll, please," he told the young woman behind the counter as he took a stool. After paying for his drink and snack, he opened his book and began to read, making sure the receipt was in the small bag it had been placed in. This was very relaxing to him.
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Ryan Reid
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Post by Ryan Reid on Nov 8, 2012 23:33:26 GMT -5
It was sad that Borders had to go out of business, but Barnes and Nobles was the book store stuck it out. Ryan had hoped that Barnes and Nobles would not go out of business. Worse libraries will go instinct. People rather use electronic devices for computers. Everything was electronic. It was bad.
Ryan had always adored old books. While he was in London. He had found shoppes of old books. It was like a fantasy dream. The uniqueness of them made him want to go back. He would be happy have a bag of clothes, food, light source, and he can live in a good book store.
Ryan loved the Cafes in the book stores. You got music playing in the over head speakers, you got a warmth feeling of people engross in their books or their computers. Ryan spotted a man who had a corner with his lap top.
The place was pack. He had ordered himself a carrot cake. He loves carrot cakes. He got ginger tea. Now, he found himself stuck with no table. It was a free world. He winked at the cashier as he walked away. He moved to the man who just sat down.
“Is this seat taken?” the blonde hair man asked. He had blue jeans with pointy brown shoes. He had a white long sleeve button shirt with a black vest over it. The shirt was not tucked in. He had a black tie on. Ryan had shiny blue eyes with a smile that said: I am a nice guy.
Ryan observed the other man had a book on Lincoln. "My favorite President," he commented the book the other man had. The man did look familiar. Ryan had wondered where did he see him.
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Post by Dr. Cody Woodson on Nov 9, 2012 15:19:10 GMT -5
“Is this seat taken?”
Cody heard a man ask a question and he turned in the direction of the voice. The man look familiar but he couldn't quite place him.
"No, help yourself," he smiled at him with a broad friendly smile and moved the book he had been looking through on his other side to give them man room.
"My favorite President."
"Huh? Oh yes," he realized the man had seen a picture on the open page. "Yes, Lincoln was a very interesting person. Oh hey, I'm Cody Woodson," he held a hand out for a friendly shake. "You from around here?" he asked.
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Ryan Reid
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Office: Room 102
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Post by Ryan Reid on Nov 9, 2012 22:43:25 GMT -5
Ryan placed his Starbuck's cup down on the small table top as he sat down on the wooden stool. He placed his right hand in Cody's hand and gave a firm shake. Not a hard shake, not a weak shake, but a decent hand shake that said: I am not an enemy or a partner.
“My name is Ryan Reid,” he replied with a boyish grin as he pulled his hand away. He placed his left hand on the table. Ryan has a silver pinkie ring on his pinkie. It has some etching on it.
“I am afraid I am not from the area. I am from Providence. I am here teaching at the Royal,” he said. His left hand moved to hold his cup. He caught a female walking by. Yes, he had an an eye to the opposite sex. He quickly turned his attention back to Cody. Ryan pursed his lips and squinted his eyes as he pointed his finger at Cody. "Your name has a ring too it. Did I meet you before?" he asked. He was not sure.
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Post by Dr. Cody Woodson on Nov 9, 2012 23:03:08 GMT -5
He also watched the attractive woman as she passed by with an approving look.
"Ah, yes. Huh?" he turned back to the man. "Oh, sure. You have the office next to mine. I teach at the academy, also. History, thus the book about Lincoln. It's nice to finally meet you, Ryan. If I may call you Ryan? I'm not from around here, either. I'm from Georgia but I got my doctorate from Columbia here in New York and decided to stay. Now, stop me if I'm wrong, but I believe you are the Theater professor? Am I right?"
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Ryan Reid
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Post by Ryan Reid on Nov 10, 2012 23:04:34 GMT -5
“No you are wrong,” Ryan said with a dead serious look. His eyes matched his serious face. “You are mistaken,” he finished. Ryan was letting a few beats go by. There was an instinct Ryan had a sense that the listener was puzzled. How does he know? Well, he just had the gift. “I am kidding,” he smiled widely to Cody and jerked his chin at the other man. “I kid with people. It is a test. I am just seeing if they are awake and listening,” he said watching the other man. “I just like to make people feel awake and have a merry laugh.” It was his charm he used over and over. It always won him friendships. He was liked.
“Yes, we are indeed neighbors. Won't you be my neighbor,” he sang the not from Mister Rogers.
In the corner of his eye, he could see the woman looking at their direction. He caught her with his eyes. She was stealing looks at his direction, and she looked away. Ryan turned to look at Cody.
“I got my Masters at the Royal Academy Dramatic Arts in London,” he tossed in. He sipped his tea and looked at the lady. She was not looking at his direction. It was okay. “I bet you watch the History channel? And is that channel accurate? I remember watching the recent Television movie of the Hatfields and McCoys. The real families were furious about how things where wrong. I mean, the story was well told. That's what counts.”
The over head speakers was playing The Carpenters, Top of the World. Ryan bounced his knee up down as he tap his heel to the beat on the wooden rest on the chair.
"Oh, I love the Carpenters. Sorry," he interrupted Cody talking. "Just can't help it."
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Post by Dr. Cody Woodson on Nov 10, 2012 23:39:27 GMT -5
Cody thought Ryan was a funny little fellow but a bit quirky. But sometimes quirky was refreshing. He felt like these two might be friends.
“I bet you watch the History channel? And is that channel accurate?"
"Yes, I do watch the History Channel," he answered him. "In fact, when my TV is on it'll be on the history channel. Accurate? Well --- not all the time. Many times they exaggerate or skip over facts. The best thing to do is read up on the facts. Unfortunately history is one of those things that is written by the victors not the victims. If you were to, for instance, write about the Hatfields and McCoys from one of their neighbors, you would get an entirely different story."
When Ryan but distracted by a song on the overhead speakers he just smiled. "Yes, the Carpenters were nice to listen to, but the don't hold a candle to Billie Holiday. But, of course, they sang two completely different styles of music."
He noticed Ryan looking over at a young woman who was looking over in their direction. "Why don't you go introduce yourself?" he told the man.
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Ryan Reid
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Post by Ryan Reid on Nov 11, 2012 18:27:48 GMT -5
“True. It is a need to get the story from all angles. To see the other side view. Like how we are capable to read or watch stuff from World War II. I am always fascinated on getting down in the meat of characters. That was I drawn me into acting. To perform a terrific character from history. I love to be part of the recreation of history events. It is one of my passions. Like in the Civil War. How the Irish Brigades had to fight against each other. They escape Ireland to escape the North and South Ireland blood shed. Now, they come over seas and now they are fighting against there brother. Amazing, just thinking about excites me,” he said as his blue eyes gone wild open.
The female turned her head to look at him. He gave her a nod and waved his right hand at her. “She is like gorgeous,” he said leaning to Cody. “Yea?” he asked as he was brushing his hair behind his left ear. "Wait here, let see what will happen?" He said as he got up, taking his tea. He was calm, cool as he walked to the lady. "Hey," he said coyly. "Do I know you from somewhere?" he said looking at her the magazine she had on the table. The young female blushed, looked at him and away. She had not planned him to come over. She pulled her courage back in place. She smiled, played with her long hair with her fingers. She shook her head. Her cheeks turned in the color of rose. "I know you," he said with a smile. She had a puzzled look as she titled her head. "Yes," he added. "Well, no, I know you now. Do tell me," he said leaning close to her. Playfully looking around to be funny. He brought one hand up near his mouth as he was whispering to her. "Tell me, your boy friend is the jealous kind?" She giggled. The man was something she never encountered before. She shook her head. "I do not have a boyfriend," she replied. Ryan looked up, placed his hands out as he gave a happy sigh of relief. "Jolly! I am so glad, oh," he said holding his hands up as he was stopping traffic. "A beautful creature like you should have a boyfriend." A beat. "Hey, you know I don't have a girl friend. I am new in town. You think you can possible show me around?" he asked her. She looked at him. "Yes," she replied. "Yes! You are indeed lovely my lady," he told her. She blushed more. She was fun. Later, she eventually said she had to go. They exchanged numbers. She got up and left him. Ryan came back over to Cody. "Angelica, that's her name," he told Cody. "She's a native. We are going site seeing tomorrow," he said as he sat down on the stool.
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Post by Dr. Cody Woodson on Nov 11, 2012 19:50:39 GMT -5
Cody listened to Ryan talking, nodding in agreement. “True. It is a need to get the story from all angles. To see the other side view." "You're right," he replied. "History can be told from several different angles. Just ask a Policeman when he's trying to investigate a crime done in broad daylight. Twenty eye-witnesses will give him twenty different versions of what happened." "Wait here, let see what will happen?"Cody watched as Ryan went to talk to the young woman. Shaking his head he chuckled to himself and ordered another caramel frapachino and reopened his book but he found it hard to concentrate on it for watching Ryan make his moves on the woman. Part of him got a kick out of watching him and part of him was slightly jealous for being so bold. He wished he could be as bold as Ryan at times but, when it came to women, he was not so bold. Fact was, his ex-wife was the pursuer when they first met. She had been the sanguine while he had been the choleric. "Angelica, that's her name. She's a native. We are going site seeing tomorrow."Cody chuckled again. "Did you ask her if she had a friend?" he questioned, not that actually expected to go out on a date but, before classes started, he might as well have some fun. If not, no sweat off his brow. -->Four temperaments<--
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Ryan Reid
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Post by Ryan Reid on Nov 11, 2012 21:27:50 GMT -5
As Cody asked if she had a girlfriend, his handsome blue eyes looked up at the spot where an obese couple was sitting. He was looking at the spot he was recalling what she said about her friends. “Uh, She did mention she was off to go see a movie with her girlfriends. I wasn't thinking when she mentioned her friends,” he confessed to the other man. He was an actor. It was sad that he did not think for Cody. Ryan could be a hopeless guy when it came to other people's emotions. He did wear his emotions on his sleeve.
“You know, we can take a wild chance to go the cinema and see if we can accident bump into them,” he said as he was crossing his arms, his eyes sparkling with mischief. It was a dare devil stun. However, this was Ryan. He was bold.
He tilted his head as he was trying to read Cody as what kind character type he was. The man liked history. The other man encouraged Ryan to go say hi to the lonely female. Did he have the courage to chase the women? Or was Cody a modern man who doesn't chase women and let the come to him.
Ryan was the hunter, and a hunter of women. It was the way he liked it. The chance to be turned down was small because he was lucky with women or he could have bad luck, and he was known to be turned down.
Ryan pulled out his phone out of his back pocket, and he looked at the time. “She said she was going to see a 8pm movie. There are two movies showing. Come on! Let's do it. If we don't find them. We at least saw a movie,” he said as he was reaching for his cold tea. He sipped it, looked down in the cup. “Empty,” he said.
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