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[APRIL EVANGELINE TISZA]

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April was still getting used to the freedom of being away from her parents. She currently lived with her older sister, Atlanta, who wasn't nearly as overprotective as her parents had been. Atlanta also happened to work as a singer at the local bar most nights, leaving April alone to find food and entertainment. So far, she'd only been lucky enough to find food. She didn't really know anyone in Heatherfield save for her sister, and without company, there wasn't a lot to do.

This evening, she'd gone to the diner, which she frequented when her sister was working, and was currently nursing a soda, biding her time until her food arrived. Her golden yellow eyes scanned the room, but she didn't find anything too interesting. Not until she turned her gaze toward the counter, anyway. The benefit of the traditional diner setup was that behind the bar was a window where the kitchen passed food to the servers. Through the window, she could see that the cook happened to be a very attractive and reasonably young-looking guy. She figured he was probably about her sister's age, but that didn't matter. He wasn't old enough for his age to make a difference.

While she was shamelessly staring, her waitress arrived with a plate boasting April's usual dinner, a cheeseburger and fries. The woman seemed intent on making sure the food was cooked to April's liking, and that gave April an idea. Frowning at the plate, she turned her gaze back toward the waitress, who seemed to be pretending that she wasn't uncomfortable with the teenager's golden stare. "I'm sorry, can I speak with the cook, please?" April asked, not bothering to explain why. It was late, and there weren't all that many customers, so she figured it wouldn't hurt anything to try to lure him out of the kitchen.

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[AJAX HYPERION DEVICE]

Making a cheeseburger and chips was not a hard meal for Ajax to do. So when the waitress hurried through asking for him to go and talk to the customer. He was a little stumped. She hadn't given a reason, so Ajax couldn't tell if it was a good thing or calling him to complain against the meal. Sighing, he pulled the hairnet and 'chef's hat' from his head before giving one look out of the window.

”What table?” he asked the waitress, since she hadn't told him directly. Though not many people had ordered the cheeseburger, he didn't want to go the the wrong one. That would be incredibly embarassing. The waitress told him the table number. They had to remember the layout and the waitress in question was quite a new one. He threw the out coat of his uniform off and onto one of the pegs.

“Was there anything wrong with you're meal ma'am?” he asked then his eyes widened and he thought the urge to wolf whistle. That would not be appropriate. Not while he was working anyway. He tugged at the hairband holding back his overly long hair. He didn't look good with it short. Not really short like the other male chefs anyway. So at work he had to pull his hair back into an annoying small ponytail. The girl waitresses tended to ask him to straighten it. He'd never tried it. It was too odd, even for Ajax.

“So lovey, what'd ya call me out here for?” he asked looking straight at her, well he had his head tilted to one side, but other than that. He was looking straight at her. He sucked in an soft intake of breath when he happened to glance down at her legs. “Damn girl. Ain't you cold?” he asked.

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She hadn't really thought very far ahead of the decision to have the cook sent out to see her. Getting the guy there had to be half the battle, right? At least that's how it was in movies, and with very little real life experience in that arena, April was hoping movies were right. She tried to look casual as she watched the waitress head to the back, hoping the woman didn't make her out to be a bitch. After all, she hadn't actually done anything. She hadn't even complained. Fortunately, though, from what she could tell, the waitress was just a little flustered.

By the time the cook had emerged from the kitchen, April had dutifully returned her attention to her plate. She didn't want to be caught staring. She raked a hand through her hair, which had recently fallen straight entirely of its own accord, and peered at her reflection in the side of a metal napkin holder. She'd just determined that she looked alright when the guy she'd been staring at appeared at her table. April suppressed an unladylike laugh when he called her ma'am, but quickly regained her composure, quietly enjoying the way his eyes widened as they swept over her.

The fact that she'd called him out of the kitchen where he was obviously working couldn't be ignored for too long, though, and April wasn't surprised when he asked what she'd called him out there for. Smirking a little, she let her golden eyes lock on his, momentarily forgetting the fact that they were disarming to anyone who didn't expect them. "Oh, you know, I was lonely, and you didn't look terribly busy..." she explained, offering him a coy smile. Her composure cracked at his next question, though, and she couldn't help letting out a laugh. She did realize that her shorts were completely inappropriate attire given the cold weather, but something about the whole shifter thing had kept her from feeling so cold. "That depends. If I'm cold, are you gonna help warm me up?" she asked, batting her eyelashes while silently surprising herself at how easy this actually was. Suddenly, she understood some of the beauty of living the way her sister had. Unabashed appreciation was pretty nice.

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[AJAX HYPERION DEVICE]

Ajax chuckled heartily. Though he didn't mean any offence by it. It just wasn't often people asked for him to sit with them. That girl... Atlanta, he'd had to just sit there and wait for her to give up on asking him to leave. That had been fun. He eyed her body a soft smirk settled on his face. His hand reached into his pocket. His fingers hitting the cardboard box stuffed into his jeans pocket. His darling cigarettes. Since the kitchen wasn't very busy like she said, he ordered a passing waitress to tell the rest of the staff he was taking his break.

“Lovey, what would you have done if I was busy” he chuckled. Ajax liked this. He liked being wanted. It was better than rejection. It was why girls were sometimes easier to date than boys. Though girls could be meaner than any boy could. He smiled warmly at her. “Mind if I sit?” he asked, but sat down before he heard an answer. He wasn't going to stand there awkwardly when she had called him out to her.

“If only I wasn't working, I'd be glad to. Unfortunately I believe feeling up customers is totally out of my contract. You don't want to get me fired do you?” he asked her, and then a thought popped into his head “Hey what if I had a girlfriend?” he asked with a loud laugh. He mentally added 'or boyfriend'. “Lucky you, I'm unattached” he shook his head at his own antics. He brushed his fringe from his face, and was a little taken back when realised her eyes were gold. But that wasn't too much of a shock. Ajax could control fire himself. Though he tended to keep the usage of his power to a minimum. Maybe she had some sort of ability to change her appearance?

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Much to April's delight, the boy seemed more than happy to stick around. She chuckled a bit and rolled her eyes when he asked what she'd have done if he'd been busy. "As if that's really a question. You're not busy. It's late. You don't have many costumers, and there probably won't be many coming in before your shift is over. Besides, if you were busy, you wouldn't have come out her to see me yourself." It seemed logical enough to her, and April offered him a smirk. Just because she didn't have a lot of experience didn't mean she didn't know what she was doing. She did have an older sister with more than her fair share of experience as an example.

When he asked if he could sit, April didn't bother to answer him. She'd made it plain enough that she wanted his company, and if he wanted to sit, he was big enough to decide that for himself. Fortunately, he didn't take the lack of response as discouragement. April tried to suppress her glee as he slipped into the seat across from her. The rush of energy she felt at his blatant flirtation was unlike anything she'd ever felt, and it only increased as he admitted that he'd gladly help keep her warm if it wasn't for the fact that he was working. April offered him a small smile. "Then it's a good thing I'm not cold. I definitely don't want you fired. I mean, who would I look at whenever my sister and I come here?" She and Atlanta did eat at the diner often enough, she was sure to see him again.

Then he brought up the subject of his potentially having a girlfriend. For a moment, April was almost embarrassed. It took her a couple of seconds to realize, though, that if he did have a girlfriend, he wouldn't have been so willing to keep her company anyway. Not if he was any sort of decent guy, anyway. Shaking her head at him, April let out a laugh. "If you had a girlfriend, I assume you wouldn't be sitting here," she replied. "Since you're all available and stuff... What are you doing when you're done here?" If he couldn't feel her up while he was on the clock, maybe she could at least convince him to see her afterward.

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[AJAX HYPERION DEVICE]

Ajax pulled the hairband out of his hair, and shoved it on his wrist. He shook his brown hair out. His hair fluffed out a little, but he brushed it down. Not that Ajax really cared that much. “Touche” he nodded at her reasoning. “I think I'll finish early. The other chefs are just about competent enough to cope without me” he chuckled. He believed he was the best chef there. Not that you had to be an awesome chef to work at the diner. He ruffled his already fluffy hair.

He placed his elbows on the table and listened to her. He casually reached on of his legs forward till it was touching her foot. “You aren't cold?” he asked an eyebrow raised. “I sure as hell don't wanna get fired either” he chuckled. He loved his small town job. It was so easy. She looked like she should be cold. In those shorts. Though he was glad for the view. He was a guy, and thought like a guy. “Your sister?” he asked, tilting his head sideways. “No one? I'm the hottest guy here” he laughed.

“Well I could be a total sleazebag” he offered, “I'm not” he added just in case she thought he was. “I'm avalible” he nodded, he was very avalible. Girls could be difficult to work out. “Nothing. 'Cept going home. Why do you ask?” he queried looking straight at her, and into those oddly coloured eyes of hers. He thought they were rather striking. “Whats with the eyes?” he asked curiousity getting the better of him. He blinked at her, before leaning back in his chair, his back curving into a slump. Ajax wasn't the type to sit up straight in a chair.

“So what brings you here so late at night?” he asked, trying to make conversation.

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It seemed silly, but April found herself fascinated by the boy's hair. She supposed she'd never really spent much time around boys who had long hair, but she found herself wondering if it was soft or well-kept. Her first instinct was to touch it to see for herself, but she managed to stop herself before she did anything too embarrassing, directing her hand instead to rake through her own hair. She tugged at a strand of it, trying hard to ignore how much she missed her curls, and offered the boy a bright smile as he told her he thought he'd finish early. It made it seem more likely that she'd be able to keep his company.

April was about to assure him that she hadn't been lying, and really wasn't at all cold when she felt his leg brush hers under the table. A soft blush flooded her cheeks and she momentarily forgot what she was saying, though she was coherent enough to move so that her foot brushed along his leg under the table. Once she'd regained her composure, she let out a little laugh. "I'm not a liar. I said I wasn't cold, and I'm not. I happen to like shorts. And I seem to be one of those strange warm-blooded people who doesn't get cold easily." Shrugging, she reached for a fry. She'd all but forgotten her food since he'd come to the table, and she really was hungry. Even so, though, she couldn't quite convince herself to eat.

She toyed with the sliver of potato before placing it back on the plate when he asked about her sister. April fought the urge to frown. She'd realized lately that she was jealous of her sister in a lot of ways, but she really didn't want to dwell on that right now. "Yeah. I'm sure you've seen her. Petite, curvy, exudes sex appeal even when she's not trying? Her name is Atlanta. And I just moved in with her." Punctuating the response with another shrug, she diverted her attention for a moment, trying to figure out what to do next. The last thing she wanted was for this conversation to become about her sister, even if she had been the one to bring her up. Fortunately, she was saved by the guy's self-confidence, and she couldn't help but let out a chuckle as he informed her that he was the hottest guy there. "I guess I have to agree with you, there," she offered, shaking her head a little.

While April had very briefly entertained the idea that he could be a jerk, she didn't get that impression from him, so she only rolled her eyes when he told her that he could be a sleazebag. She wasn't going to think that of him unless he gave her good reason to. Of course, she couldn't properly think of him at all without knowing his name. A blush flooded her cheeks as she realized she had yet to ask that. She'd all but asked the guy to hang out with her after work without even asking his name! April frowned at herself and let out a self-conscious laugh. "I'm such an oaf," she told him, still chuckling a bit. "I was all geared up to ask if you wanted some company after work and I just realized I don't even known your name. I'm April," she offered, holding out her hand and meeting his gaze.

Like most people, it didn't seem to take him too long to ask about her strange eye color. When people had first started noticing the change, she'd been reluctant to talk about it. Now, though, her oddities didn't seem as negative as she'd first thought, so she offered him a small shrug. "Supposedly I've got some sort of powers that let me change them. Too bad I don't know how they turned this color to begin with so I can't fix them... They're usually blue." April let out a little huff of frustration, once again wishing she knew more about these mysterious powers she seemed to have developed, but she couldn't focus on it for long because the boy across from her was entirely too distracting. She smiled at his next question. It was casual enough, and it seemed that the answer should have been plain. "As much as I wish I could say I came here for you, I was just hungry. And tired of being home along. My sister's working tonight. She won't be back until morning..." April let her words trail off, unsure why she'd felt the need to tell him that much. It wasn't as if he needed to know Atlanta's work schedule.

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