AIRPLANES .,

[alfie]

Open to anyone and closed to the first replier. NOTES: I know this sucks! I just needed a thread for Alfie, but I had no idea what to do with no one to post to. I apologise! 4D6091

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Alfred hating flying. It was pure and simple, he hated having to take plane journeys because it terrified him to fly. But it was a necessity for him, unless he planned to never go to New York to see his children or travel for work, or indeed travel to his home country of Austria. It was just one of those necessary evils he had to endure.

Alfie had been in New York while his fiancée Erika was away in France having attended the Cannes Film Festival. He had attended also during the start and took a flight back to New York, where both his children Caroline and Christoph resided. After an awkward dinner together, he didn't see Caroline for the duration of his visit but that was to be expected, he was well aware she was not his friend at the moment. And all because he was set to marry a woman ten years his junior, whom he had been dating for a year. She thought it was ridiculous and ever the stubborn one of the family, continued to show her disapproval of this union by avoiding her father. Especially since he had relocated to Los Angeles with Erika, Caroline took this personally, as if Erika was trying to steal him away. He made the choice too, he was the one who suggested they look for a Los Angeles property in the first place.

The flight back to LA was alright, he had taken anxiety medication prior to boarding but the bumpy landing had left his nerves shot. He had jelly legs from the moment he stood up out of his seat on the plane to the moment he sat down on the seat at the bar in the airport! He always went to one of the restaurants, bars, cafés or eateries in an airport after a flight, to just calm himself because often enough, he was jittery and jumpy. It was in no state to be. The Austrian had taken as a seat at "Daniel's Bistro + Bar" where he ordered a pint of Heineken beer. Alfred checked his watch, it was nearing 4PM. He calculated in his mind that it was nearing 1AM, where Erika was. So he thought it best not to call her to say he had landed. She had probably sent him an email anyway, she knew how much it scared him. He'd have to check later, he could just about send texts on his cell phone. But read emails? God no. This was the man who once (or twice…) accidentally referred to the Blackberry as a Blueberry.

Ever since featuring in "Inglorious Bastards" as the SS Colonel Hans Landa, Americans now identified him as a celebrity. Sometimes people would come up to him in the street and praise him for his role in the film, others congratulated him on his win at the Oscars for best supporting actor. But his most entertaining fan-moment was if he ever went into his local Starbucks back in New York and a certain young man was working. He would always take Alfie's order and recite a quote from movie which his character said. "Wait for la crème." It tickled both the young man and Alfie. "Stupid thing." he mumbled to himself, clumsily thumbing through the menu on his cell phone having just exited where he actually wanted to go. He had a Samsung...something something. He had no idea, but he knew he was trading it in for a non-touch screen phone. "No, I don't want to go there." said the frustrated Austrian sighed. See? Cell phones made the non-technological folk of the world go crazy and start talking to phones.

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A lot of people do crazy things and after doing them, they wonder what the hell had gotten over them when they were doing it. Moments like these seemed to be happening to Paige Nilles constantly these days. She'd been up to some crazy stuff like putting someone she loved in jail or slap on of her co-stars square in the face. Craziness like that couldn't measure up to her spontaneously getting up one morning and deciding to fly to Los Angeles and see one guy that probably hated her guts right now. So yeah, she was out of her mind when she flew over there and still out of it when she called up a limo to take her to Tristan' Silvers' place. She'd only been down the street when she saw another girl pull up in his driveway and go into the house. Perfect poster child for a slut, that's what she was. Mini-skirt, skimpy top and boots, it was almost disgusting. She never went in. Being the possessive one, you would've thought she took care of the slut, but she didn't. Hell, she even went back again a few times only to see a girl go in every time. A different one practically every day.

After about a week, she realized that she'd been pretty crazy. Flying from New york to see a guy who didn't give a hoot? What was she thinking!? She found herself back at the airport after six days or so. Calling up a private jet would be enough trouble so she managed to buy a first-class ticket back home. She was better at hiding herself in a crowd than away from it.I n a rush to just leave the dreadful place, she ended up arriving at the airport four hours early with nothing else to do. On her iphone now, she growled and sat down on a stool, staring forward at the bartender who was looking at her strange. "What are you looking at? Gimme a tequila." She growled once again, but now turned her attention to the phone, "No, not you."

Looking up, Paige saw the man on the other side of the counter open his mouth, but she interrupted, "Sunrise." No, she wasn't the kind of person who cared about who she was bothering around her. It never mattered to her. "Alright, look. When I said I'm coming back, what do you think that means?...You're my manager, not my mother...Fine. I'm flying back today, are you happy?" She didn't wait for an answer and just hung up, turning to her left to see an aged man growling at a phone. She furrowed her eyebrows behind her huge sunglasses and then widened them very soon. "You're that...guy." She pointed towards him. It wasn't a rude point. For once she was smiling.

She wasn't that nice to strangers. Paige usually treated everyone like they were under her. Every single one of them. She wasn't sure why it was so different with this guy. "Holy sh...you're so much cuter in person!" How old was the guy anyway? Ugh, what did it matter, she was just a big fan who was now wondering what happened to her angry mood as she started to imitate him and repeat a couple of his lines from the movie, doing awfully bad with trying to get the accent just right. Paige was turning to the bartender, "What are you grinning at? More tequila isn't gonna pour itself." She, then, decided to tone it down. As soon as her disguise was, she realized she may be easy to recognize if she kept this up.

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[alfie]

What an incredibly frustrating device. He glared at it as if it had just tried to steal his car or something equally as displeasing and disrespectful. He was just about ready to throw it in the bin, why Erika bought it for him he didn't know. He appreciated the thought and the fact that he did need a phone but the woman knew he needed things as simple as they possibly could be. He sighed, irritated and confused by such a tiny and meaningless object, he put it down on the bar and took a sip of his beer. A young lady had taken a seat nearby and ordered a tequila. A drink he didn't enjoy himself after a few bad experiences on the stuff as a younger man. She seemed to be in a bad mood, or perhaps she was always this impolite. As a man who liked to mind his own business, he paid her no more attention other than the initial first look.

And he sat in a non-serious moody silence, almost partly thankful to the phone because it took the edge off of his nerves to be distracted, even if it was such a useless and silly distraction. He was considering ordering a snack of some sort when the young lady who he had glanced at earlier was now pointing at him. "Hm?" Alfie said, looking around him to make sure it was him she was pointing to, for being identified as “that guy” didn't clarify. "I..." he began, at first not understanding. The smile on her face, changed the way she came across to him immediately. It lit up her face and while she had been rude to the staff (and would be again in a few moments time), he supposed that everyone had a bad day. For surely a young lady with such a genuine and lovely smile like that wasn't incapable of being a sweetheart. This was proved when she paid him a compliment.

A compliment, he was not sure how to take. Cute. He hadn't been called that in a while. And never by someone so young, he wasn't sure if he was to feel awkward or appreciative. Alfie decided to take it all in his stride and he chuckled lightly, "Oh, why thank you, Miss...?" he said politely, giving a nod of appreciation to her kind words while at the same time enquiring about her name. When she began to mimic his character's lines, he understood what she meant by “that guy” and Alfred laughed lightly. "I'm sure he meant no harm, it was a rather amusing performance. You almost had the accent." he said, smiling sweetly within the beard, in that way that made his odd bone structure jutt his jaw out.

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notes: thanks for replying sid, i didn't think anyone would. <3

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It was a little obvious to anyone that she was royally pissed at this point. Now as to figuring out whether or not she was always like this, no one knew. No one actually had to know. At least not right now. Paige Nilles normally did take pride in her anger. It's what identified herself as...well, Paige. She always had a good reason to be pissed, though. And her manager? Yeah, that was a good enough reason. Not only was the woman her manager, but she was also Paige's mother. So she never meant it when she said the woman wasn't her mother. She was trying to make a point that the woman acted much more like a manager than she did a mother and Paige hoped the person on the other end of the line got the message.

So the smile on her face. Yes, it was insanely rare. The same smile on her face she used to have when she woke up in the morning with Tristan Silvers who woke up right next to her, smiling back. The same smile she got when she found out that she had made lead role in her high school plays or the same smile that came when Paige was told she won an award. It was rarely seen anymore and by God, the whole world knew that. The man was now looking around as if he wasn't sure Paige was talking to him. What she said apparently made him laugh. She grinned at that now, recalling it was practically the exact same chuckle he had in the movie. Only it sounded more real. Seriously, how old was this guy? "Miss Nil--" Whoa, what? "Miss Nilson...Bree Nilson." Yep, that was her name. Girl with brunette hair who was a big fan of Alfred Anders. Yep.

Again, she realized she made him laugh and just looked down at the counter, taking a swig of her drink. Once she heard him speak, she looked up. The guy had a nice smile, it was practically contagious. Meant to harm? This man was a little too nice. It was disgusting, but at the same time refreshing. At least for her. There weren't a lot of sweet people she knew these days. "Are you kidding? That was horrible." She giggled, turning to the bartender, giving him somewhat of a sincere look behind her sunglasses. Apologetic? Maybe not. As for actually sorry? yeah, not gonna happen.

[alfie]

He noticed at apparent apprehension to give up her name at first. He cocked his head ever so slightly, a couple of seconds later she responded. "It's a pleasure to meet, Miss Nilson." he said as he grasped his glass and raised it slightly, before taking a healthy gulp. Bree, what a peculiar name. At least to him, it was not one he had heard before. He didn't know how she spelled it, all he knew was that it made him think of the cheese named Brie, or the region of French it was named after. Perhaps it was short for something, it had him intrigued. "I'm Alfie." he said, always comfortable to offer his nickname first rather than his actual name. Alfred sounded, not necessarily old or anything, just more formal. Alfie sounded more playful, more laidback. A lot like him!

Alfie chuckled quietly and shrugged his shoulders lightly. It wasn't the best but it was hardly horrific. "Well...I admit there was a little room for improvement." Alfred begin, his finger rubbing off a droplet of water that was on the side of the glass because it was cold. He took a napkin to dry the bottom of the glass. "But it's not the easiest accent to mimic." he added, in his usual charismatic and charming manner. It was quite true. People could mock the German language and Austrian-German accent well enough but actually mimic it, it was a little more difficult. "Are you coming, or going?" he asked, referring to the fact that they were in an airport. He hoped it wasn't a stupid thing to enquire about, it just seemed like the right question to ask when one was sat in an airport, it was surely the first topic of a conversation here, right? Even if it was stupid, he couldn't help but enquire. He was nosey. Or, he just liked chatting to new people.

He did enjoy talking to strangers, Alfred was the kind of man who would talk for hours with a person he was sitting opposite to on a train. Why not? He hated that people were so closed off now these days. They walked around all closed off, they didn't look up at everyone else and smile, they avoided each other's gaze for whatever reason. Nowadays, you were suspicious of everyone and you trusted no one. You feared helping a person in need in case it came back to bite you in the arse. Where was community spirit and people's compassion for one another? Where was the communication, people stuck to their computers and phones. Obviously there were times when this was a good thing but overall, it was quite sad really, in Alfred's opinion.

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Paige with another smile, raised her own glass of Tequila before finishing up the second one as well. "I know exactly who you are and the pleasure is all mine, Alfie" Was he warming up to her or something? It was nice, but seriously? How nice could someone get to a stranger like...Bee Nilson. I mean, seriously. She seemed like a bit of an emotional mess, even more than Paige Nilles. She should've just introduce herself. Then again, if this man knew who she was, that smile on his face really wouldn't be there for longer than a second. Paige twisted her chair slowly to have it turn so that she could face him completely. Seemed like the kind of guy with a wife of forty-years and newly married kids or something. Not that old, but old enough to start letting himself know he had a good life while he was young.

"A lot of room, actually. thanks for the honestly." She eyed when he fiddled with the cold droplets on the outside of his glass. "I'm..." Her head turned to look back up at his face. Nosy much? What was his problem now? What did he care if she was going or just came. He was lucky, though. If it wasn't for the great acting and the intriguing smile, she would've probably went all PaigeNillesBitchFit on him or something. She never did. Instead she began to think. She was going, of course. But did she really want to? She came here for Tristan Silvers and she was just gonna get up and leave because she saw his home welcomingly infested by whores that weren't Paige Nilles? "Supposed to be going." She finally finished, shrugging, looking down at her the time on her iphone.

She wasn't sure if she should tell him more. He seemed like he was curious, but not in a stalkerish annoyingly nosy way, she realized. Besides, she didn't really have people to talk to about...well, anything. So she figured she might as well let out at least something that was on her mind. Like, "Home. I think." She frowned now. For a while she'd fooled herself into thinking wherever she was with Tristan was home. Not the penthouse she had on the Upper East Side where her mother always told her how to act, how to eat, sleep, talk and where to go, what to do and how to do it. That was the only home she knew of now. "What about you?" She wasted too much time daydreaming. All because of that asshole womanizer.

[alfie]

"Oh, trust me. I've heard attempts a lot worse than yours." said Alfie, who nodded his head firmly in confirmation. And like he said, the German accent was difficult. Sometimes you couldn't help but pick apart accents that were spoken by the non-native. Not everyone botched it, but there were a fair few. It was cringe-inducing to hear some accents. Some so sloppy that it was so bad, it was actually entertaining! From Josh Hartnett trying and failing to portray a Yorkshire accent to plenty of Americans (and English too) attempting to master an Irish accent. Then again, there were some astoundingly good fake-accents too. Like James Masterson's Spike in Buffy, who left some people completely unaware that he was American because his English accent fooled the viewers.

He knew that he would have a terrible time ever trying to portray an American or an English person, he would have to go through a considerable amount of vocal coaching. Sometimes he still phrased sentences oddly because of how he had learnt to translate his language to English.

He'd never known someone to be in an airport and be unsure of whether or not they were leaving, and also being unsure of where they were going to. It intrigued him a great deal but he didn't want to pry (as he had done enough of that already) but still, he wondered what she meant by all that. Perhaps something was driving her away and yet at the same time, making her want to stay. He exhaled and rested his arms on the bar. "I have just come back, from New York." Alfred said and visibly expressed his lack of enthusiasm about this, all over his face. The things he did for his family and for work, constantly having to face his fear (which never seemed to dwindle despite him doing it often enough, so all that face your fear shit was seemingly bullshit). Too bad his daughter didn't even appreciate his attempts to visit her.

He took a quick gulp of his drink before turning back to Bree. "Flying absolutely terrifies me." he admitted to her, running his fingertips through his greying sandy blonde/light brown hair. "But," he said softly, sighing at the thought of the sentence he was about to continue. "It has to be done." he concluded, a shake of his head. At least he wasn't a bag of nerves now, it helped to have someone to talk to and take his mind of it. He didn't feel like he was jelly-legged anymore!

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notes: i'm sorry this sucks. D;