Odie's T-Rex


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Scene Title Odie's T-Rex
Synopsis Amadeus finds yet another hot girl who knows his dad, but this one at least hasn't slept with Deckard, still taken tho! Or… that's what she said.
Date September 02, 2010

Ichihara Bookstore

Nestled in the heart of the main street marketplace, the Ichihara Bookstore is an old and crooked structure pressed between two newer high-rise tenement buildings. The old glass windows and creaking wooden door on the shop's front give it a rustic and old-world feel. Catering to both antique books and newer prints, the narrow aisles and tall shelves are packed full of literature. A single shelf for periodicals lies near the front counter, while signage both out front by the register and in the back of the store indicates that tarot card reading is done on-site at request for ten dollars per reading.

Behind the old and weathered wooden counter that contains the register and a small stack of reserved books, a narrow wooden staircase leads upwards to a black wooden door with peeling paint, revealing red paint in narrow strips beneath, a rope crossing in front of that door hangs with a small sign that reads, "Private".

It's later in the morning, and once again Amadeus has nothing better to do than something he has entirely no business doing. He's wearing a black Yankees symbol bat bag across his back and a black AC/DC t-shirt when he enters the Ichihara shop. No sign of Delia or that new boy he wants to size up, so he may as well… oh right, can't buy a book, Abby has his money. «Can't fuckin' steal, that'd just prove Delia right about me bein' a fuckin' loser.»

Back by the counter, books are stacked along the top, a pair of boxes on the floor near it. Perched on a stool behind it, with a laptop open in front of her, Kaylee Thatcher is working on finishing up the damn inventory. Who the hell knew that Hokuto had so many books in the backroom and basement. She won't admit it, but she's enjoying the project.

Blonde hair curls over her shoulder, which is occasionally pushed back behind her ear when it slips forward to obscure her view. Her t-shirt is black with a silvery printed design flowing down one side of it. Her jeans as always are slightly worn.

The soft clicking of keys pause when she hears the bell, a brow lifting as his thoughts her caught. Oh great… one of those. "May I help you?" She asks curiously, brow arching.

Amadeus doesn't look up for a while, he's digging into his pockets to see if he has anything, and pulls out a ten dollar bill. Score! "I'm cool, tryin' to find, like, an Eddy Quit book. The guy who wrote about manners and stuff." He walks up to the counter a bit closer, then looks down at her, raising an eyebrow. His mental reaction to actually seeing her is: «Fuckin' want

There is a slightest upward twitch of her own brow, but there is not much more of an outward reaction to Amadeus' thoughts. A polite smile touches her lips, however. "Not sure I remember seeing that name on the shelves, but I have been cataloging a ton of books."

She leans the side a little and nods towards the shelves behind him. "The sections have been labeled, so… you might check the self-help section." Kaylee gives him a faux-bright smile, before dragging a small stack of books towards her, intent on continuing her work.

"Can't you like, I don't know, fuckin'… type Eddy Quit into that computer?" Amadeus points down at it, leaning on the counter. "Oh yeah, I'm Amadeus Deckard. I know Delia, but I'm mostly kinda fuckin' avoidin' her, was just curious about that guy who's like way better than me." He rolls his eyes a bit, then goes back to staring. «How to fuckin' get a book chick, uh… God those tits… alright, talk about books, books!» "So uh, I've been readin' the Amplified. I'm on the second book. It's all political and stuff. I know the chick that wrote it, Savannah, didn't even know she wrote it until she told me the other day."

Eyes come back up at he introduces himself. "Deckard?" The name is repeated flat, expression slightly amused. Kaylee is quiet for a moment, before there is a sound at the back of her throat, it sounds much like a suppressed little laugh. "Well… that… actually explains a couple of things.

"Okay." Amusement colors Kaylee's features as she turns her attention to the laptop in front of her. It takes her a moment, so she has to ask. "You related to Flint then?" She asks nonchalantly.

"He's my deadbeat dad. Threw me through a table a few days ago, I think it's goin' well." Amadeus answers with a little grin, leaning a little further on the counter even though he can't quite manage to see the screen of the laptop. «Fuck, has he gotten to every chick in the city I wanna bang? I hope I ain't doin' that Odie's t-rex thing…»

"Flint…" spawned? the words doesn't quite get passed her lips as she stares at the younger Deckard for a long moment. Oh god, wait til she tells Joseph, he might already know tho. She blinks several times, pulling herself out of the thoughts, Kaylee glances back the screen she says. "No… no books… your father is Deckard?"

There is a beat and…

"Okay, I'm actually not as surprised as I thought. It makes perfect sense, actually. Both of you look at the same place." Fingers of both hands, point at her chest, giving him a matter of fact look, "Here and not…" She flicks the fingers upward and gives him a fake smile. "…here."

Hands drop to the computer again, hand grabbing the top of the lid and closing it a little when she notices the leaning. "So… anyhow. Doesn't seem like this place has what you're looking for. Sorry."

"Hey, you've got a nice face too, and it ain't like I'd want a chick for just her tits. But, fuck, look at 'em!" Amadeus shrugs and turns around, facing away from her while leaning back against the counter now. "I swear, my fuckin' dad's been through every chick in the city. A guy can't go to jail for three years." He shakes his head, looking back at her. «Can't ever get the ones with the nice tits, I always gotta fuckin' stare. Stupid fuckin' eyes.»

Okay, this time Kaylee laughs out loud, "You think?" A hand presses against her mouth as she tries to contain her laughter. "Let me assure you, I've never slept with your dad… ever." Kaylee states, hand sliding away, laughter still coloring her tone. "I don't even think he likes me. I do think he likes them young, tho."

The telepath can't help but find this guy rather amusing, "So… jail, huh?" Then another giggle escapes her and Kaylee holds up a hand. "Sorry, just… the idea of sleeping with your dad. Anyhow… a bad boy, huh?."

"Thank fuckin' God. It was startin' to screw with my fuckin'… karma or whatever, thinkin' he was baggin' every fine chick on the block." Amadeus turns around to actually face her again with a subtle little smile. "Yeah, possession. I ain't into hard shit, judge just wanted to set an example 'cause I'd been arrested so much. Fuckin' pot, man. Outta all the bad shit I've done, they get me for fuckin' pot. And I guess if that's what you wanna call me, 'long as it ain't gonna inspire you to be Mother Fuckin' Teresa like it does with some chicks."

"Why would I?" Kaylee says with a smirk tugging up one corner of her mouth. "I use to treat Staten Island as my own little playground." That's right, the blonde just said she use to hang out in that cesspool. "Not exactly, the girl next door, myself."

The laptop is fully opened again and she picks up the first book on the stack and sits it in front of her. She does after all have work to do. "Don't do the whole drugs thing or drinking… believe it or not… I'm allergic." Not technically, but he doesn't need to know it'll screw her up mentally.

"You ain't a girl next door, eh? My kinda chick, then. Tried to date that chick Delia, she works here so I guess you know her. That ain't turn out too well, she rejected me for some frat boy, and 'cause she wouldn't wanna be seen with me, and her dad and stuff." Amadeus rolls his eyes, then digs into his pocket for a napkin and starts writing his number down with a pen, sliding it over. "Wanna meet up after work? Have a drink or somethin'." «Bend 'er over a table or lift 'er up against a wall. What kinda girl is she?»

"It's cool, it ain't like I take that kinda thing hard, except the way Delia did it. I mostly just wanted to see your tits, I'll come clean right now." Amadeus laughs and watches her with her project, then turns to start heading out of the book now. «Sides, you couldn't handle how I was gonna wreck that shit anyway.»

Oh god, she wants to say something, it's on the edge of Kaylee's tongue, but… she stops herself just in time. "Yeah… Well, I'm sure you say that to all the girls you meet." She calls after him, shaking her head. "If me and my boyfriend ever break up… I'll make sure to give you a call, bad boy." The humor is there again, it's been awhile since she's dealt with one of those. "You have a good day."

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