light a fire--[JINX]

[katja dione dietrich;]

And through the rising and falling apart, We discover who we are

Katja shoved her hands inside the pockets on her light-weight jacket. Her hood was pulled up, protecting her head from the cold of the wind that seemed determined to irritate her. Picking up her pace she jogged towards the doors of the small restaurant. It was only nearing seven at night, and Kat had made plans to go and see a bit of the city they were in. With no success she hadn't located any of her band members and had decided just to rough it on her own. Pulling open the door to the small pizza restaurant she drew in a deep breath of the amazing aromas in the little Italian decorated restaurant.

Noting the 'seat yourself' sign the dark haired female selected a table for two beside the window, gazing at the large menu awaiting her on the table. Katja had been in the U.S for a few years now but she still hadn't fully adjusted to their foods, the cuisine was very different from her beloved German dishes. Pulling her forgotten hood off her head Katja dropped her long black hair around her slender shoulders, chancing a glance out the window into the nighttime darkness. More people were scuttling into the little Italian pizza parlor, surprising her once more as she imagined the amount of people who ate out on a daily basis. Shrugging off her thoughts as a waitress approached her Katja muttered her order for a soda and resumed looking at the menu.
Things had been fairly hectic the first few days since her band had arrived here, but now that things had finally settled down she was given more freedom and time to relax. Yet the one night she'd decided to venture into the town she hadn't found any of her bandmates. Considering she'd never been the place before nor really ever truely been out on her own at a restaurant the dark haired young woman was almost at a complete loss at what to order. Smiling to her self at her dilemma Kat continued to survey the menu.

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[desiree jezebel de luca;]

Though Desiree typically ate in, change was never too terrible, and tonight seemed like as good of a time as any to give herself a little change of pace. With the fall-winter transition beginning to set in, she expected it to be chilly outside and thus chose wisely from her wardrobe, deciding that wearing a long-sleeved shirt over two tank tops and a pair of jeans was the easiest way to go. Typically, the easiest and most convenient way of getting food was just to order room service while she lounged around in her hotel room, going through the short notes she jotted down about possible articles or working on her latest snippet of gossip for her boss. However, she had been holed up in the small room for far too long, and the loneliness was getting to her, so she decided that she would just go out tonight to see a few faces and perhaps snack on some pizza.

Quite often, the blonde found herself bored with only her laptop as company, so she had fallen into the habit of studying brochures and maps whenever she ended up in a new city. Her job currently required her to follow the bands around on their tour, and as they periodically moved around, she moved around with them. She always felt like she had a bit too much free time once her snooping around was done, and it seemed that she had fallen into the habit of using up some of that time to get a good idea of what attractions were in town to keep her entertained. It seemed that Cincinnati had a lovely, little pizzeria not too far from the hotel, and she made up her mind to pay it a visit.

The trip to the pizzeria took a mere fifteen minutes and the use of a brisk pace, but the chill of the weather had set in her bones enough that Desiree was rather relieved when she reached the designated restaurant and entered, feeling a pleasant warmth wrap around her like a soft blanket. She looked around, taking in the new sights with quiet curiosity. It seemed like every other pizzeria she had ever gone to, though she supposed she hadn't really been expecting anything else. As she continued looking, she spotted a familiar face and walked over, giving a short wave and offering a friendly smile as she cheerfully greeted, "Katja! I didn't expect to see someone I knew here. How are you?"

tag;; Katja
word count;; 4 1 6
muse;; great~
notes;; Sorry for taking so long to reply!

[katja dione dietrich;]

And through the rising and falling apart, We discover who we are

She had finally decided upon a small cheese pizza when a voice called out to her. Turning around a smile graced her lips as she noticed Desiree enter the pizza place and come towards her. Since the band had gained popularity Katja had been forced to meet all sorts of people on the tour spectrum. Luckily Desiree and Katja had gotten along and as far as paparazzi went Katja secretly admired the blond woman for her talent with words and getting things out of people. Snooping had never been a strong point for Kat. Gesturing towards the seat across from her Katja smiled once more, her deep German accent pulling at her words. "Aye. Hallo Desiree. How're you?" Katja offered her menu towards Desiree. "Please, join me. I was considering a small cheese but we can get a medium if you like?" The idea of having company for a simple meal was suddenly exciting considering Katja hadn't been able to convince any band mates to come with her.

Drawing in a calming breath and leaning back in her seat Katja ran a slender hand through her dark locks, enjoying the comforting atmosphere of the little restaurant. Though it wasn't her native food, Katja had an appreciation for Italian now that the tour was starting. So far she'd only seen German Pubs, and American-ized German foods. Grinning at Desiree she spoke once more. "Please tell me your day was more interesting then mine?" Katja imagined that life as a paparazzi had it's up and downs, and considering how some people were so set against them she guessed Desiree had to deal with difficult people on a daily basis.

Attempting to relax in her seat and enjoy the small pizza place Katja smiled softly once more as the waitress approached them. Turning her attention from the waitress to Desiree she nodded her head, figuring it would be best if Desiree ordered for them. "My pronounciation sucks." Laughing softly as she offered an explanation Katja sipped on the cola the waitress had brought her.

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[desiree jezebel de luca;]

For the most part, aside from knowing about nearly every tourist attraction in each city the tour travelled to, Desiree also knew the names of just about every person on tour. When they were basically the subjects of the articles she wrote, it was difficult not to know about who they were and what they were known for. However, she knew Katja especially well because of the fact that they could be considered friends. She wasn’t quite sure how the dark haired young woman perceived their friendship, but for the most part, she believed that it—like all her other friendships with band members—was on some considerably rocky territory. Sure, they were getting along now, but would their relationship be the same once she ended up publishing an inevitably scathing article about her friend? The same situation confronted her often enough that she knew what the answer was already. On the more optimistic side, she supposed that it all gave her a finer appreciation for the very limited time she was given to enjoy her newly formed friendships.

Smiling politely, Desiree crossed the threshold of the pizzeria and sat down across from Katja. "I'm good. It was a little cold, but the pizzeria’s warming me up!"

[/color] She flipped through the menu, unsure of what she really wanted. There was something tempting about the assortment of pasta dishes offered, but she also wanted to indulge a bit on pizza. It had been a little while since she had eaten it, but she was certain that she wouldn’t be able to finish both pasta and pizza. There was only oh-so much that her slight figure could hold. Tapping her chin thoughtfully, she directed her gaze at the young woman sitting across from her and asked, "I'm sort of indecisive between two things. I can’t really finish it all by myself, so would you like to share a small pizza and a plate of pasta?"[/color]

The blonde couldn't help but to chuckle lightly when Katja made the inquiry about how her day was. For the most part, people had a tendency to have some sort of misconception that the life of a journalist working for the paparazzi meant a load of excitement. To a certain extent, it could be pretty exhilarating to chase around rockstars in order to shake them down for info, but otherwise, it was pretty quiet when she just sat around, typing up the dirt she found. With a hint of a grin remaining on her lips, she tried to spice up her otherwise boring day. "I woke up this morning and holed myself up in my room to write slander about people for a good few hours. Does that count? And should I conclude that your day has been rather drab so far?"[/color]

Her eyes flickered upwards when a waitress approached them, and she partially expected Katja to order, though she was instead given a nod and a short explanation. She replied with her own nod to signify that she understood before she turned to the waitress and placed the order for a small cheese pizza pie and a plate of pasta, as well as a small Mountain Dew for herself. [/blockquote]

tag;; Katja
word count;; 5 3 3
muse;; great~
notes;; Not my best ;____;
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[katja dione dietrich;]

And through the rising and falling apart, We discover who we are

Katja grinned at Desiree, completely involved in the conversation. Katja couldn't imagine what it would be like in her world, always viewed as the enemy, never on stable ground with a single person. Katja herself relied on her many friends as a support system, who did Desiree have? Of course there were independent people out there, but how far could one go without another to lean on? Katja had reminded herself of this whenever she was around Desiree. Even though the German was fully aware of what Desiree did for a living, Katja at least had to admire Desiree's dexterity and her determined mind set about it. In her opinion if something made you feel accomplished and content, why not pursue it? It couldn't be easy always throwing people you got to know on a personal basis under a bus. Katja was one to be upfront, she'd never hide anything from Desiree. Perhaps that's what had started their slight companionship.

"Aye! Personally I enjoy the cooling weather except when I first wake up in the morn eh!" As usual her German accent pulled at her deep lyrics, her husky tones often threw others off who didn't expect her throaty tones. Some found it endearing, and some thought she was attempting to spit on them. Katja waited patiently as Desiree ordered their food, a smile resting on rosen lips as she sipped at her drink. If there was one thing that Katja had stuck to it was that meals were meant to be enjoyed, not rushed as so many Americans preferred. While McDonalds or some other fast food place was good every now and again, Kat looked forwards to sitting down and interacting with others. So many important conversations had taken place at a dinner table, and Katja felt more connected to others when engaged in conversation with nothing but food between them. "Aus den Augen, aus dem Sinn, out of sight out of mind! Tonight let's forget your job of running my good name through the dirt. Tonight, we're merely friends yes?" Katja grinned, her joke showing through so she didn't make Desiree uncomfortable. The journalist, as Kat was beginning to think of her, had yet to run her down in the paper mills. "As for my day, if you consider practicing and debating what to eat it's been rather low-key."

"Is et saddening tha' dis is the first time I've really ha'e na been out this week? I feel like a...what are thay called 'ere? Ah. Hermit!" Katja let out a husky laugh, her humor clear to all. Ease and conversation came easily to the dark haired German and while the blonde across from her may be seen as a wolf to some, Katja refused to take bait and kept true to herself. Plus, Germans were known for a good time and open arms.

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