Meeting and Arranging

[Amadore Amadeus]

MEETING ONE IN A CERTAIN PLACE

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CAN ALREADY GIVE A HINT OF WHO IT'LL BE FOR YOU

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Amadero was in the church. He had no idea why, but somehow, he had ended up there. He didn't like the Church, nor churches in general. He didn't hate them, he simply didn't like how they did their stuff. Like praying to statues or saying that the pope is representing God on earth. He didn't understand how an old man could be representing someone as great and saint like God. It was simply something that his mind didn't get.
Though, even if he refused the church, he was a believer and followed God's commandments as well as possible. The only thing you could maybe reproach him was for his interest in men, even though homosexuality was clearly prohibited in the bible.
Otherwise, he was a patient man, kind, rarely letting anger taking over him, never killed, adored only one god and did everything he knew that was asked from him.

But even still, he knew he would end up in hell, if that pit of fire existed. Why? Because he cared for everyone, even for those who were clearly affiliated to the Devil himself. Was it because of that that he had come to this, rather gloomy, stone made church in front of the "holy" Maria's statue. The woman looked so...dazed, that Amadore had troubles to understand why people thought she would listen them. Hence why he hadn't put a candle up or prayed to her like many Catholics would do. He was simply standing there, without a goal.

His golden hair and eyes reflected the candle lights as well as the golden pieces of his black cloak that was on his shoulders, clasped close with golden buttons and decorated chains.
He was told once by one of his mafia family members that he looked like some sort of saint, whenever he was standing in front of a fire or burning candles. Because his hair gave that sort of aura, almost as if it was burning itself. Amadore had always chuckled at that and told him he was far from being saint.
After all, if he was one, he would be appreciated and not simply pushed aside by the people of his own town, wouldn't he? Or be abused by people who had been his lovers before and be stupid and kind enough to be fooled over and over again.

Ah... he remembered now why he was here. Because he had wanted to meet someone who had slipped a paper under his door that morning. But, considering that no one was there yet, after an hour of waiting, he decided he should go home. So, he took his doctor's bag up and started walking to the exist.

[Colten Wrolf]

Colten was nervous. Yet, he had been able to gather his bravado. There was no school today. And a few other children were running past, enjoying the weekend and bit of freedom that they had. The day was nice. The lovely white clouds drifting past, traveling the sky lazily as they always did. Colten paused in his walk, eying this sight with a stoic expression. He appeared to be pensive yet again, and also unsettled. All this information he had managed to get came in snippets. He wanted to confirm what was said. No matter how unbelievable there was always a bit of truth in something. Remaining puzzled was something that Colten did not wish to last. It was time to find a remedy to this problem. But, it required some investigation. He eyed the adults and studied them whenever he could. Working at the Smith Market, he was given the chance to interact with them whenever possible. And he did all of this while remaining inconspicuous.

After all, he was nothing more than a child. Viewed as someone who was meant grow, learn and gain experience. Colten's eyes narrowed as they came to focus on the path ahead. He hoped his note would become useful. Casually sliding it under the door this morning when pretending to tie up the loose strings of his shoe. He was proud of himself for pulling off this one simple yet important task. But now, it was time to launch the second part of his idea. He was planning to meet the doctor and a known Jamestown resident. This man went by the name Amadore Amadeus. A mouthful if said the first few times. He seemed to be quite humble, Colten often offering up smiles whenever he wished to purchase any goods at the Smith Market. Taking a step closer to the church, he reconsidered for a moment. But, once he simply sucked in his breath and moved to enter the church he winced as cool air rushed past him.

Eyes widening in surprise as he was met with the sight of the doctor, Colten stared for a moment. Startled at first before his eyelids drooped. Straightening his posture completely, he put on a serious expression. His blue eyes clashing with the older male's. The blonde moved forward and stopping at his side, his lips in a flat line. He deadpanned his next words.

"Over here, sir," Colten said.

He moved down the isle only to pause as he eyed the interior of the building. Colten was an atheist, not believing in deities of any sort. So he simply glanced away to concentrate on something else. He eyed the many seats set. He then gestured for the man to follow him. They would take a seat somewhere near a window where they would not be overhead. Once the boy settled himself onto the smooth wood, he waited for the doctor to speak first.

[Amadore Amadeus]

MEETING ONE IN A CERTAIN PLACE

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CAN ALREADY GIVE A HINT OF WHO IT'LL BE FOR YOU

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Well, the appearance of the clerk boy was quite a surprise for Amadore, who had jumped somewhat, not having seen the smaller mop of golden hair in front of him while he had decided to walk out.
He liked the teenager. He was a smart kid, who was also helpful and who had quite a kind smile too. It was easy for the Italian to throw a kind word in the middle of the small conversations they had a few times when he had come to buy his usual small supply of food for the week.

The boy (Amadore just couldn't remember his name, which quite saddened him) made a sign towards him, motioning him to come closer, his blue eyes looking determined and his lips in a straight line, two signs which made the doctor wonder of what was going on. It wasn't in the boy's habits to have such strange actions, was it? Ah well, he would discover soon enough what was the teenager's motives.

Amadore came closer and took seat in front of his host and nodded towards him, in sign of politeness before sitting down. He greeted him, with his usual smile and crossed his legs, trying to make himself more comfortable while pushing his cape back over his shoulders, giving himself some more space.
He gave the young man a smile and opened once more his mouth, to ask in a hushed tone, as if he was scared to break the silence of the church.
"You were the one who asked me to come here? Can I help you with something?"

Note;; sorry for the lameness x.x