it's a pleasure // noah

[SCARLETT ANNE OWENS]

For the first time in her life, Scarlett felt free. She had never had so much free time to herself. At first she was bored and rather restless - she was used to having lots of things to do for school. Slowly but steadily, Scarlett realized that now she finally had the time to do all those things she wished she could do.

She watched three Disney movies in a row and had three bowls of different cereal. All the while she jotted down haiku and sketches. The afternoon rolled by and she felt she needed to stretch her legs. The parks in DC were beautiful, and Scarlet made her way there.

It felt like the last warm day of the year, so Scarlett wore shorts to celebrate that fact. She should've been more careful, thinking back, but she was in too good of a mood and had a bit of a sugar high after those bowls of cereal. She didn't stick to the path, rather skipped all over the place. She had been balancing on a fence when her shoelace got caught and she fell onto the gravel road. Sitting upright, she saw the gleam of blood along her now scrapped up right leg.

[NOAH JAMES WELLINGTON]

OUTFIT

Noah had had enough. Really, this was so stupid. he could never be what his father wanted him to be, that much was obvious. His dad would never hear of him taking up photography as an art, much less even let him do that at the magazine because "paparazzi are heartless, cold, rats who make the fame business run. And you are not a rat, nor do you have the talent for such work." So, Noah was stuck trying to write for his father's magazine, and frankly, he was an awful journalist.

Noah decided to go for a walk around the parks of DC, given that usually when he was here, he was off at some monument trying to help cover some political event. Noah didn't give a rat's ass about politics either. He wasn't perfect and he knew it. The youngest of a rich man, indulged, babied and stuck under a thumb with no room to grow a different way. But he he tried to best, as silly and reckless as that got sometimes.

Noah sighed as he came to the end of his last cigarette, crushing it on the top of a garbage can before throwing it in. "God I hope that doesn't light up..." He muttered, looking at the trash can a while to make sure it wouldn't be engulfed in flame.

He continued his walk, camera to his eyes for most of the way. He stopped to zoom on a pretty brunette when she took a tumble into the gravel and he winced. Noah decided to go over to her.

"'Ello, I saw you took a tumble just now, and I haven't got any band aids or anything, but eh... are you alright?" He asked her with a little kind smile. It didn't matter that he grew up in America, he still sounded british, through and through.

[SCARLETT ANNE OWENS]

Scarlett had to stare for a moment taking in the accent before she could respond. "Oh, it's nothing really. Just a scrape. I'll just get it cleaned up when I get back ..." Home wasn't quite the word. Scarlett just let the sentence hanging. "But thank you." She added with a bright smile.

She was thinking if British ginger men came to her aid every time she fell down, than that was a pretty sweet deal. She wished she could say something to him to make him stay, but what?

"I probably looked like an idiot falling like that." Scarlett offered up, standing up and dusting the back of her shorts.

[NOAH JAMES WELLINGTON]

"Oh nah, gravel is bloody treacherous," Noah said with a a mock serious nod. "I'm not joking with you, once my uncle's car spun out of control on a gravel driveway, ran into my aunts rose bush... she blew her top. Rather hilarious for everyone else though." It wasn't his intention to make her feel silly, everyone was apt to fall on their face.

"I suppose I've made it worse for coming over, no one ever wants to be seen, but I just wanted to make sure you didn't break an ankle or something..." he laughed a little awkwardly and scratched the back of his neck. "Well, I'm Noah, by the way..." He looked at her bleeding leg. "You sure that's gonna be alright?" He didn't suppose she'd bleed out but he was raised with a clean it up and cover it mentality.

[SCARLETT ANNE OWENS]

Scarlett laughed at his story - things just sounded a lot more amusing with the accent. She appreciated that he was making her feel better. "I'm Scarlett." she said, with another smile. "And I'll be fine. Like I said, I'll just clean it up and let it heal on its own from there." Sure, it looked pretty bad, but it was a large scrape so nothing really bad could come out of it. Scarlett chewed the inside of her cheek for a moment thinking how freaked out Todd was going to be seeing it.

"And I appreciate you checking on me." Scarlett told him sincerely, looking up at him even though he was only slightly taller than her. His hair glinted in the sunlight. "It gives me hope for the world, knowing people care about each other."

Scarlett really didn't want to be a creeper, but there was also a strong part of her that felt, upon meeting him, that she always wanted him around talking to her.

[NOAH JAMES WELLINGTON]

Noah grinned. "Well the least I can do is get you a napkin to clean that up so it won't run all into your socks or anything." He said, looking around for some sort of street vendor. But they weren't in NYC anymore. He sighed, but then noticed a mother with a toddler. She'd have something. He held up a finger to Scarlett and dashed over. After a short conversation he was back with a few tissues and he held them out for his new aquientance to take.

"I know you said you didn't need it, but might as well get the dirt out, unless you plan on running home..." He said realizing she might not even want to be chatting with him. "And here I am nattering away. I can go." Noah took a step back and motioned over his shoulder with his thumb. But he didn't want to leave. She was nice, and he was so lonely.

[SCARLETT ANNE OWENS]

Scarlett watched him run and evidently work his British magic on another total stranger. He was back with napkins, which Scarlett took with a thankful smile and bent over to clean her wound, mostly just wiping up the blood that was trickling down her leg and wiping away any debris.

"No!" Scarlett said all too quickly straightening up, then feeling like a weirdo she amended. "I mean no."

She debate with herself for a moment before explaining herself. "You check to make sure I'm ok, you tell me a funny story, and you provide me with napkins. You've come out of nowhere and been awesome, and if you leave now, I'll always wonder where you are and what you're doing. I'm that sort of person."

[NOAH JAMES WELLINGTON]

Noah let out a good natured laugh. "Alright then Scarlett, I'd love some company. Sort of, out on business I suppose, don't have a lot of pals around." He ruffled his hair lightly and motioned the way he was heading. "Shall we then?" She seemed good company, a potential friend, at least while he was in DC anyway.

"Oh and as for where I am and what I'm doing. I'm in DC with a very nice girl." He said with a teasing smile. "I'm here with the tour in town, dunno if you've heard of it, Disorder of the Chorus? Yeah well, I'm following them around for the father's magazine." He said in a sort of offhand way. He wasn't thrilled, but he liked the travelling. It was nice to get away.

[SCARLETT ANNE OWENS]

"We shall." Scarlett agreed with a nod and turned to walk along side him. Her leg hurt a little with every step, but she didn't mind pain so much. They were walking in the general direction of the buses anyway, so Scarlett figured that she could eventually branch off and find a first aid kit.

Scarlett laughed at the irony of their situations. Clearly they were going to be seeing a lot of each other. He was probably wondering what was so funny, so Scarlett explained after taking a breath. "Sorry, it's just ironic. I've actually got connections to Season Five, so I'm on tour as well."

"And you don't know that I'm a good girl." Scarlett said in mock seriousness. "I could be a psychopath leading you to your demise."

That was probably not a good joke to use on someone you've just met. "I'm not." She added. "In any case, I don't think I could take you on. Clearly, I have enough trouble with balance let alone fighting skills." She was a bit of a wimp. Todd always incapacitated her in a second, slinging her over his shoulder or getting her in some sort of iron grip.

[NOAH JAMES WELLINGTON]

Noah wasn't sure why it was just so funny until she explained. Ah! "That's bloody brilliant." He said with a sincere nod. If they did turn out to be friends, or just sort of nice acquaintances, they would be around one another. "Honestly, I'm not huge into alternative music, but I do love looking at those Cherry Blossom girls..." he blushed lightly and laughed, shaking his head.

Noah found himself laughing again at her joke and then attempt at explaining it to put him at ease. "If you're a pyscopath, than I'm a ninja." He said shaking his head. Ninja's blended in, he was British-American ginger, which was certainly not blending. "I'm not too worried, but I'll keep an eye on you just to be sure." Noah chuckled, sticking his hands in his pockets.

[SCARLETT ANNE OWENS]

Scarlett grinned at his comment, remembering. "Ah yes. Those girls are nice." So was their manager, but Scarlett extrapolated that he was taken. She had seen him and Lynne walking out of a bus one day, looking rather happy. Thinking of the Cherry Blossoms, Scarlett thought she may like the drummer best. Of course, the men of Season Five were her absolute favorite.

"So what are you doing out and about?" If he was a journalist, shouldn't he be trying to get interviews or something? "And I don't mean to be rude or anything, but you are British, right?" It was either that or he just liked to speak with an accent.

[NOAH JAMES WELLINGTON]

"I dunno if they're nice, but they sure are nice looking... I may sound like a bit of a cad when I say this, but I imagine its like a big movie sleepover on their bus, all those girls and all..." He laughed and shook his head again, as if appalled with himself, but really, he was just being a guy. An all girl band would be on any young mans mind.

Noah stopped walking and gave a hearty laugh. "No, I talk like this for fun." He teased. "My parents are British, I was born here, but the accent sort of stuck, I have spent a lot of time in London and thereabouts." He said with a sort of wave of his hand to indicate whatever. "And I should probably be interviewing or something, but I'm not very keen on the whole journalist thing, so I popped away for a bit."

[SCARLETT ANNE OWENS]

Scarlett knew exactly where he was coming from. "Don't worry about it, I have exactly the same thoughts." She told him with a knowing smile. "I guess I have an advantage over you since I'm more likely to be invited to those kinds of sleepovers." Scarlett sortof enjoyed mentioning that she was into girls and watching men's eyes light up.

"That's cool." Scarlett noted with a nod. She adored British shows on BBC, and always wanted to visit London. "I'm half Brazilian," She added with a shrug. Unfortunately she didn't have any cool accent as a result.

[NOAH JAMES WELLINGTON]

Noah pulled his eyebrows together as he contemplated this bit of information. "So.. you like girls then? Because that totally takes the pressure off me to think of witty lines while I'm with you," He said, obviously not caring much which way she swung. Noah chuckled, he obviously hadn't made a pass at her yet, but he did think she was a pretty thing. "If you do ever get invited, please bring me pictures." He added with an easy smile.

"Are you? Wicked." He grinned. "You ever been there? I've never been to South America myself... the jungle rather terrifies me so i suppose that's all for the best." He gave a little shiver, thinking of snakes and vines and things that would eat him.

[SCARLETT ANNE OWENS]

"I like girls and guys." Scarlett said, just so that was clear. If they were going to be friends, he may as well know. "And I'll try my best to get you in. I can't guarantee that it will work, but at worst I could bring you back some pictures." She offered.

"Well, if you ever go to South America, go for the beaches, not the jungle." Scarlett told him knowledgeably. "I've only been a couple of times myself. My parents are rather busy people, but it was certainly worth it." Great food. Wonderful, lively music. And a beautiful, fun-loving, colorful people. People that randomly danced in the street and had parties for no apparent reason.

"So what are you into, if not journalism, and why aren't you doing it?" Scarlett asked him, pulling some of her wavy hair out of her eyes. She glanced down checking her leg. The bleeding stopped, but it didn't look pretty.