A new friend? - Abigal

Well then, it was about high time he had kicked his ass into gear and go in here. His team were nagging at him to get the newer GeForce graphics card in the same series as the one he had in his computer right now. Not that it would make the biggest difference right now for his gameplay, but he knew they were right when they told him he'd need it in a few months anyway, so he might as well buy it now while the local store here in the center had a discount on it, than pay full price when the time came for the game updates where he might need the new card.

So he'd put on a long sleeved shirt, thrown a scarf around his neck after Ben admonishing him to do so, knowing how his immune system was - and then pants, hoodie, boots, and he was off. He loved the cool air, it sort of reminded him of home, of Canada, but not quite... It wasn't cold enough, but it was like a nice little nudge in the right direction. Christmas had been a blast, dragging his boyfriend and his mum with him to Canada to celebrate with his mother's side of the family, and everybody had seemed to have loads of fun.

Eventually, he found himself within the shopping mall, where he took off his hoodie to wrap it around his waist instead. A teen here and there recognized him from watching the livestreamed OWC, and he happily took photos with them or signed stuff, he was getting pretty used to it after winning bronze at the Overwatch World Cup with the rest of team Canada, and so this didn't faze him at all. Smiling and waving bye to the star-struck teens, he went into the electronics store, and started looking around for their GeForce graphic cards, eventually browsing the selection they had, to see if they had one of the two he was considering changing to.

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Abigal didn't really need to come around here, the mall was just a place with more people and more attention than she actually ordered. Wearing sunglasses indoors seemed rather foolish, but Abigal didn't really seek out the attention - but masked or not she always got it one way or another. Abigal had spent her time trying on new clothe for her fathers birthday party in a few days - she already had a dress, but one did simply not have to many dresses. When she got her order she had one from her security detail take it. Abigal didn't like having bodyguards around her, so her compromise was having them close by, but not for anyone to see - again she didn't want to much attention.

She stopped for a while, when a minor group of people was asking a young man for photos. She didn't know who this man were, but he seemed to enjoy the spotlight. Abigal knew how wonderful the spotlight could be, till you started doubting the reality of it all. She stopped and perhaps she started for a little while, just looking at someone else having the attention for a while was nice. He waved bye to the teenagers - was it typical teenage behavior for this generation? She lived in Italy, and didn't really grow up with all this stuff - but of course she knew how to use the digital medias. For a while she wondered if Jordan would have loved these games?

Abigal realized she had been standing still for quite sometime. She had to start walking, before her security detail, would come up to her, to make sure she was alright. Abigal decided to walk into unknown territory and clearly she was way overdressed compared to anyone else in here. For a second she did regret her decision, but she was a master in adapting to various of situations. So she would at least try. She started by looking at some games on the shelf, and she was very convincing, till a staf member walked over to her.
"Excuse me, do you need any help?" He asked and Abigal froze for a second, but smiled politely back at him.
"No sir, I'm good, but thank for for asking," she replied and walked slowly away. But he stopped her by taking a grab om her arm that stopped her. She pulled down her sunglasses.
"Miss Mikaelson, oh I'm sorry," the man started apologizing and Abigal took a deep breath in.
"No worries, just don't make it a habit," she warned him as she took a step back.

Tue enough, Damien was enjoying the attention he got. Usually rather humble and shy, he knew he had to enjoy this while it lasted after all. He could be the hottest thing right now and old new tomorrow, with how fast the gaming community moved, after all, if he didn't keep up his A-game. But since he'd just gotten signed to the LA Valiant team for the Overwatch League as well, he felt pretty confident he could keep going for quite a long while. Especially with how much he still loved the game despite it having turned from just a hobby into his work, now.

It hadn't taken away any of his enjoyment of the game, which he could see it had for some of his fellow team mates, sadly enough. He tried to keep their spirits high with his antics when they were together, but since the rest of his team lived in either the US or Canada, it was hard unless he was there for the tournaments and a few training weeks now and then. Really, it was a wonder he could still stay at Athena, but at least the principal had acknowledged that his was a special case and allowed him to take some classes online when he was abroad, and have other classes in the afternoon when he was in England, just so he could stay up and do his job, train with the others online until very late in the morning before he went to bed again and woke up around noon.

He looked up when he heard a small conversation nearby, though, holding a graphics card in each hand, trying to decide which one to choose, as they'd both be a good upgrade from his current one. He listened with half an ear - kind of hard not to hear it when he'd inherited the werewolves' good sense of hearing - while he considered the pros and cons and eventually settled on one graphics card over the other, putting the one he wouldn't need back on the shelf. As the man walked away from her and saw him, he got a smile and a nod - Damien had been in this particular shop so often practically everybody working here knew him - and he looked after him for a few seconds, before his eyes traveled to the woman instead. It was probably testament to how little he'd researched on the towns before getting here, that her surname didn't ring even the tiniest little bell. Stephen had been surprised he hadn't heard about the Sinclairs before, too, after all.

He sort of felt like talking to her,but he didn't know what to say - so first of all, he went up to the register to buy his new graphics card. Then he guessed he would figure out a way to talk to her when he was on his back back out the shop and would pass by her anyway - he was after all a pretty social dude, but he sort of always felt weird just striking up a conversation with a woman out of the blue.

Abigal was on her way to exit the shop, wearing glasses into a game shop - trying not to get noticed - made her look rather suspicious, but since she took them off, one couldn't have more innocent features. She had this big brown eyes that looked like melted chocolate. As she was walking out, her eyes met the young man - that she had watched before. Abigal came out to the hall and took her sunglasses up before anyone else would notice her. Abigal wasn't best known for being a princess, she was a public figure. Of course not all people knew her, but no one could really not avoid to see her.  She smiled at him when he exited the shop. Abigal was known to be kind and often very generous, but also spoiled and some might say selfish.

She took a few steppes closer to him, since they already were looking at each other.
"You seemed quite in the game earlier," she started, "I was walking by when you were talking to the group of people," Abigal added with a smile.
"You are very good at interacting them. I suppose they are.. your fans?" She ask politely. Abigal had no idea what they wanted pictures with him for, but she knew how it looked when people were flattered to meet someone. It was the same being around her father, he was a man who possessed what you would call a rather strong charisma. Perhaps it was something that ran in the family. "Sorry where are my manners, my name is Abigal."

He noticed her smiling at him, and, almost automatically, it brought a smile up on his face as well, his own warm brown eyes meeting hers, and he felt that weird feeling again, but didn't take more notice of it than that, as she stepped closer to him, and he stopped about a meter from her, not too close for strangers, but still close enough that it was no problem hearing each other (with normal hearing, anyway).

"Ah, yea..." he chuckled, and scratched his neck, just slightly awkwardly. Like, he loved that his fans were so enthusiastic, and he liked being in the limelight every now and then, but at the same time it was... Sort of awkward, too? If that even made any sense for it to be awesome and awkward all in one. "I've sort of got a lot more fans since November. I guess it's natural after me and my team won bronze at the world cup, eh?" he said, shrugging, not thinking to explain furhter since he, after all, had the hoodie from the Overwatch world cup around his hips, pretty clearly stating what world cup he might be speaking of.

"Oh. Yea, I completely forgot, too," he chuckled, and reached out a hand for a handshake. "Damien. Nice to meet you, Abigal." he said, a gentle, friendly smile back on his lips again.

She gave him a nod as he explain a bit about his fans. But honestly she had no idea what he talked about, she was clever enough to figure out it had something to do with some game. It must have been. Abigal took his hand and gave him a handshake. She smiled at him. Abigals eyes followed her back to the store and saw the owner having his phone up, some were just feeling the need to take photos. Abigal sighed and looked back at Damien.
"Do you wanna go somewhere? I have a feeling this place is gonna be pretty crowded in minutes," asked and stepped a little aside. The word seemed to be out, and she looked fast around. So much for a quick shopping event. Kyle would be so mad at her for not letting her bring him. After all he was the best of her security detail.
"Look its the princess," whispered everyone around them. So close to her fathers birthday, many people knew she would be back home for her fathers celebration. But she was quite famous in the matter of fashion as well. The well dressed men in suits came closer to them.
"Miss we need to move," did one of them say with concern. Abigal gave him a nod as people moved closer and closer. What was it with people and the lack of personal space? Perhaps it was her abilities that dragged people to close for comfort. Her detail kept people from hands touch, but she grabbed Damiens arm - why? She had no idea, maybe because he seemed kind. The detail helped them move, but it wasn't nice having to move through a crowd - far from it. The flashlights and people yelling. Sometimes she had a hard time deciding whether she liked the dead reaching for her or the living better. None seemed to care for her space. They reached the parking lot where the big black get away car was waiting for them.
"Quick question, do you wanna hang out with me?" She asked and looked hopeful at Damien.

He smiled as they shook hands, but looked around when she did, noticing all the people looking in their direction - not at him, but at her. He then turned to look at her again, and nodded. "Yeah. Might be a good idea. I only got in here to buy a new graphics card anyway..." his eyes wandered out over the gathering crowd again, brows furrowing just a bit. Princess? Was she yet another one he was sort of supposed to know here? He'd been in Gaia for a little over one and a half years by now, but still, he hadn't bothered to learn any of the 'big names', including the royalty of the towns and all. He simply didn't see why he should care about which people had which titles, he was here for school, after all, to have another education to fall back on if he fell out of the pro gaming league again. And if the handball wouldn't work after that.

He looked over to the men when they came closer, staying quiet for now as they figured out what needed to be done, how to get them out without too much commotion. He blinked and looked down at his arm when she grabbed it, but really, he didn't mind too much - he'd thought she'd just leave with the forming group, but well, this must mean she still wanted to sort of get to know him, right? At least talk some more with him.

Damien didn't seem to mind the flashlights and all too much when they were moving through the crowd, really, it was no worse than the crowds of eager nerds that had surrounded him and his team after they won bronze. When they got out to the car, and her question came, his gaze flickered between the mall, the road back to the academy, the car, and then back on her, finally settling there, again. He didn't really know why, but he just had this... Desire to get to know her better. So, another smile broke forth on his lips, and he nodded. "Well... You seem nice, so of course I want to." like maybe it wasn't that good a choice to just go with a complete stranger, but really, how bad could this be? At least he could smell that she was a banshee, now that they were away from too many other distracting smells. And generally, he'd only had pleasant experiences with other banshees, so far.

// Eyo, vil bare lige vide om vi stadig har det her emne aktivt? //

//bumper lige igen, samme spørgsmål? //

//tror vi bliver nød til at afslutte det, der skete pludselig så mange ting som påvirkede min karakter til jeg kunne finde hende før det

//det er helt fint hvis du vil et nyt et er jeg frisk pådet, hvis vi skal droppe det helt er det også fint