|
Post by Ayrn on Jun 18, 2011 1:51:21 GMT -5
One more step, that was all that she promised herself on and one for what seemed like days on end, the sun was blistering hot to the point that she was sure that she had not sweated since she had been out here since it seemed to evaporate upon contact to her skin. The water bottle that had been tucked into her pants had long since gone dry, a few times she brought it back out to pray that a drop might mysteriously appear once again. A few times she found herself kneeling in the sand eyes pressed closed over eyes that felt as though they were being sanded with 100 grit sandpaper. Throat was so dry she was sure she could not make a noise. Outright rage was the only thing that brought her back to her feet; revenge was what she sought out. Many people would have died right then and there in the desert but not her; she would be back for Aetes. The wealthy Egyptian prince whose mistress she had been. The scandal came to light when his wife had walked in on the two of them one evening and with not a single word she had been gagged and driven two days into the desert, left with a single bottle of water, a suicide mission. From that moment on she had seemingly lost all compassion for the human race, which sadly enough included her. Aetes was one of the most dangerous men in all of the country so if she were to stand a chance she would have to continue her training. Skin tight jeans were pulled on, concealed knife was placed on the inside of her ankle being secured there around her ankle and covered with her pant leg. Shirt that dipped scandalously low in the front was pulled on, attracting attention was her game tonight, though much of it would be un needed. As requested exquisite raven locks were allowed down from their pony tail to fall along her shoulders. Thick mascara lined the odd amber colored optics. Heels clicked across the smooth concrete floor echoing through the empty space. Although her pursuer tried his best to conceal his appearance and make steps as light as possible she swung around to come face to face with a boy a few years younger than herself brandishing a large baseball bat, ever since she dared him to try to sneak up on her when she least expected it he had tried his best to fail everytime, he was disarmed and nearly in tears by the time he was able to even raise it. Let me come Akana, I want to learn. He whined. Something that sounded a lot like Arabic was muttered under her breath as glare was then centered on the pathetic excuse for a man in front of her. You say it like I even get a choice in this matter. He paused for a moment before then shooting her a grin. One more word and it won’t be only your arm hurting. Low growl rumbled in the back of her throat as a warning to the younger being. Steps were light and agile as she was careful to remain in the shadows. The man at the door of the club did not even speak as he unclipped the temporary barricade and allowed her through. The stench of the club and smell of sweaty and drunk people was enough to make her stomach churn but she did not have the time for that. Eyes lock onto the man she recognized from the pictures she had been shown the night before when the job had been assigned. He was well dressed and middle aged. A drink was paid for and sent in his direction to try to grab his attention. She sat with her side to him at the bar. It was not long before he then joined her where she stood. Now to put the plan into action. A flirty hand was placed on his arm though she was repulsed by the idea of even touching him, a deal was a deal though. Dance with me. She whispered to him and soon enough he was leading the way to the dance floor that was stuffed with people. Convincing him that she was interested in him was more than simple as she then lead the way to the back door as she claimed to know the people that owned the club. Once he passed out the door he was no longer her domain. Her job was now to watch to make sure that his buddies would not be playing hero when they noticed him missing. One larger bulky man moved her direction and he was cut off, by the look on his face he could see past her charm knowing her intentions and he was the one that threw the first punch where she then blocked before sending him reeling backwards with her fist connecting to his nose. What she did not expect was the other man that was now at her left side and closing the distance quickly. Luckily they were concealed in the dark end of the club, these men were much larger than her but she knew that the key to people like that was to use their weight and strength against them. One was knocked out when he collided with the wall with extreme force but the other caught her by the wrist and tossed her against the wall, curling herself into a ball she managed to destroy most of the force and another man hit the other over the head with a beer bottle and now it was working to her favour. What the other man did not know was that she was the one to be worried about, willing her body to shake lightly she played the shaken victim well. I tried to break up their fight. I don’t know what got into them. He then escorted her to the front of the bar, her job was finished as she accepted a rum and coke from the bar before laying down a bill and sitting only long enough to finish the drink.
|
|
|
Post by Lonestar on Jun 19, 2011 23:35:20 GMT -5
Gaze roamed over the dance floor loaded with people while the beat of the music remained nothing more than a dull thump in the back of his mind. There was plenty here to look at and far more than enough women to chase, but for once that could not be his goal of the day. Regardless of what he wanted, the male was on the job and though in the past holding a position in any sort of business had not gone well for him, he was good at this one and rather enjoyed it. The club that he was in now had hired him about two weeks ago to make up their small, but tough team of security personal. Already, he had gotten the chance to punch a few faces in and throw some unruly partiers out on their ass which had quickly gained him a reputation with the rest of the crew as the new guy that they did not want to play pranks on. Still, the man was actually rather bored by what he did and wished that he had the ability to simply sit around the lake side condo that he was currently renting and host parties all of the time, but recently he had felt the need to keep both his mind and body busy though this job only accomplished one of those two agendas. Not much thought needed to be put into taking a person and removing them from a situation which the owners frowned upon such as fighting or excessive drinking that became rather obvious. In his eyes though, occupying one was better than leaving both to rot and as of now he would rather not be left to his own devices with all the free time that he would have had he not taken this job. Assimilating back into the life of a single man had been surprisingly easy enough. Turns out having a mate and kids was not all it was cracked up to be. Cursing himself for thinking of Alice and Aurora while he should be only looking for the next guy to bust up, the drake pushed the thought from his mind and let a grin slowly slide onto his lips as he found just what he was looking for. Near the back of the establishment where there was a door that led to private rooms that VIPs were free to rent, a man was coming up to a woman who had just walked out of a certain room after walking in with another man. Assuming she was a hooker or something of the sort, the man chalked it up easily to a case of a jealous lover trying to come to his girl's rescue though it was obvious that she did not want to be saved. Before anything even broke out, the lord was crossing the space between them with his special eyes trained on the pair before the expected turned unusual. The supposed jealously driven bloke went after the woman, but she was able to easily defend herself and actually managed to land a blow which he could tell contacted pretty squarely with the man's nose because of the way that he reeled back. The skirmish turned even more interesting as another unknown man threw himself into the mix as he approached the woman from the side while she was busy with his friend. His walk that had been originally marked by purposeful strides had slowly become much slower as the moment progressed till he no longer walked at all and simply hid amongst the crowd while watching the spectacle play out, utterly amused that the lass who looked as if she should only know things about lace and mascara was whipping two men much larger than her. He saw one crumple to the ground a moment later, knocked out after she had dodged his advancement and his head had hit pretty hard with the wall, but the other was fully functional and actually managed to catch his victim and toss her up against the same wall that his buddy had passed out after colliding with. When this happened, Harken knew that it was time for the fun to be over and began to make his way towards them, but the other guard that was on duty with him got their first and with an empty beer bottle that he had picked up off one of the tables as he was advancing, knocked the second man out cold so that he could fall to join his friend upon the floor. Showing up then, he nodded to his co-worker as he lead the woman who was obviously playing the victim towards the bar, leaving the newbie to clean up after. While he bent down to heft one of the men over his shoulder potato sack style so he could carry him out the back door, he heard the woman's defense as it left her lips and instantly he found he was intrigued by the lie. There was a story behind this assault tonight and though he was curious to know what it was, really it was no of his business and could not change the course of his night if he knew. With the help of the bouncer who did little more than hold the door open for him, the drake walked both of the deadweights out to the back where he set them on a curb and left them with the new security member who had just come in to relieve Hark of his shift. Upon returning inside, he made his way to the back rooms where the offices and locker rooms for the employees were and dressed out of his black polo shirt, the black slacks, and the black boots that he was required to wear to work to instead dress in a distressed pair of jeans and a tightly fitting gray cotton shirt, showing every dip and plane of his muscles. His jacket was thrown over his shoulder and cell phone and his keys stuck into the front pocket of his pants before he ventured back out to the floor, coming out of the doorway beside the bar so that he could leave. While he pulled on his jacket, the man spotted the girl from earlier as she casually sat on a stool sipping from her rum and coke. Smirking, he approached her and stopped about a foot away before hailing the barkeep with a raised arm and flickering two fingers. Another rum and coke for the lady please Jaz. On me. He told the man who simply smiled, nodded and got to work fixing the drink. Turning amber depths towards the lass, he let a knowing smile creep onto his face while he addressed her. Nice work tonight. If you have put a little more force into that punch I'm pretty sure the second guy would have been out of the equation much sooner, but you weren't too shabby for a woman. He commented, giving a bit of a half hearted compliment before he pushed himself up off the bar against which he had rested his side. Maybe next time you can be sure to get them outside for me before they get knocked out. Then I don't have to lug their heavy asses through the door myself. Smirking, he turned around and headed for the door, pulling out the keys to his black sixties model Charger.
|
|
|
Post by Ayrn on Jun 20, 2011 1:30:36 GMT -5
The people that were within this club were nothing but bottom feeders, people that had nothing else to turn to but alcohol to numb their mind and body from the shitty outcomes they faced on a daily basis but what they were not aware of was that they were the only ones that could change the outcome of their evening. The eyes of men that danced with and without partners in the middle of the room landed on her as if she was a piece of meat and this caused anger that would only fuel the fire she relied on to get her out of the sticky situations she was paid to get herself into. No she was not a hooker; any person could take one look at her and see that she was far too classy for that, someone that stuck out like a sore thumb in a joint like this even though she dressed in the manner in which they asked. She did not have tattoos that mauled the bodies of most of the tramps that frequented the clubs; she carried the exquisite air of someone that was important. Plus most of the hookers that were here were fake blonde with long fake nails and took much blue eye shadow, which was not at all the case for her. They were meant to look inviting and like people you might want to talk to but she was intimidating for most men and only the bravest would approach her. So when she caught the eye of the man in question she knew that it was going to be easier than she gave her instructor credit for, a walk in the park as many people stated. So it was no problem to get him to dance with her, he matched her step for step which did impress her with how many drinks she had seen him down since she had just been here. Though the lack of judgement was something that she was going to rely on when he was delivered through the back door of the club. Eyes then fall on the rest of the crowd trying to judge who was going to make this into a problem though knowing they would come after her she backed herself close to the back of the club so that she could possibly take care of the situation before the bouncers were to get to her since she relied on the head start that them being knocked out would provide. She tried her best to make it as discreet as possible not wanting to unleash her full force on him knowing it would look too suspicious so when he nearly landed a blow on her and she shifted herself away he collided head first with the wall knocking himself out. The other one proved to be a little more of a problem though since he had not been drinking and he got the upper hand from the start where she had been busy with the other man catching her ankle. She had seen the bouncers moving in her direction though and the one was taking care of it as she recoiled as her body hit the wall. A nearly silent oomph leaving her lips. She would be sore in the morning though that would not stop her for continuing what needed to be finished. She was thankful when the bouncer hit the guy over the head with the bottle though it was all a part of the plan since she did not want to seem like a super hero for taking on the other man when she really should be incapacitated no need to draw any more unneeded attention to herself. The one man that had been the one to deliver the last blow seemed to believe her which was what she depended on and she was lead back in the direction of the front of the bar where she only planned on remaining long enough to look as though she had not been here to simply finish what had just gone down. Taking her place at the bar she then looked up to see one of the security guards that now appeared to be off duty and brow was raised slightly unsure if he was going to make a comment on about what just happened or if he intended on hitting on her. He then called to the bartender asking for another rum and coke, what she had drank to appease her being in the bar, she was not much for drinking but because she did not want to cause a scene she would have to down this one as well. Thank you. She uttered politely Arabic accent apparent in the English that she spoke. Beginners luck. She stated blandly and nonchalantly, she wondered if he could see past this though, she hoped that her disguise would not be given away. He was not finished speaking as he then told her that maybe next time she could haul their asses out the door for him. I hardly hope to be attacked next time I come to a club. She stated and that was when he took his leave. Moving from where he had been leaning against the side of the bar. When he had passed through the door of the club when no one was looking she then leaned across the bar to dump the rest of the drink down the sink of the bartender before placing it on the edge of the sticky counter as if nothing had happened, the bartender seemed to look shocked at how fast she had drank it and with a sly smile she pushed herself back to her feet walking to the front door knowing that would be where Dimitri was waiting for her. She realized that she had not given herself enough time since the man would probably still be in the process of driving away though she could not manage to care. Spotting the younger male the keys to her Ducati 848 were tossed to her. Thank you. The white bike looked stunning against the back drop of the streetlights, she slipped on the helmet that had been brought for her. I hope you realize that if you ever crash my bike you better have a good hideout somewhere very far from here. He swallowed as she then climbed onto the bike as he moved in the direction of the car that had been sent for him to pick her up. Reliably the sport bike rumbled to life and jumped instantly to mirror the no hassle mood the girl had been in all night. Her mind was wiped clean of the evening as she made her way to the neighbourhood in which she lived though she knew that she would not be sleeping for a long while. Instead she pulled into a 24 hour diner and parked the bike in the front where she would be able to watch it before taking her favorite booth in the restaurant ordering an orange juice and resting her head on her palms.
|
|
|
Post by Lonestar on Jun 24, 2011 15:20:41 GMT -5
Though at first the man had found the lady's original lie rather amusing, when she kept up the innocent rouge as he spoke to her and pretended to be offended when he told her to make sure the bodies were already outside before she knocked them out next time, the drake found he was getting rather irritated by the act. Unable to stop the instant reaction that happened whenever his temper flared, the drake's eyes flashed dragon for a fourth of a second before switching back to human; a hardly noticeable occurrence for anyone who was not immortal. Staying for a moment longer than he intended to, the drake leaned in close to her, his gaze never leaving hers as he intentionally invaded her space, a tactic he would use in order to either intimidate or piss someone off and given what he had just seen this woman do, he supposed the later reaction would be the one she displayed. No you would much prefer to do the attacking wouldn't you? He muttered low under his breath, leaning back a heartbeat later to observe her a little inappropriately with his liquids as they traveled up her body to linger at just the right places where she would take offense. Yea I can see you as that type of woman. You like to control the situation don’t' you? Well just a little hint for the future, men do exist that will take it from you. And we don't like being lied to. Smirking, he then took his leave, confident that he would never see the woman again and really could care less if he did. Whatever she was into, he wanted no part of. His life was perfectly fine without the added excitement and strain that a woman tended to bring to a civil existence and he knew for certain that she in particular would be quite the fireball to add only more flames to the fire that was already consuming his being. Walking out into the back parking lot, he detoured to the back of the bar where he had left the two guys that had been knocked out earlier and was rather surprised to find that they were no longer there. Surely it would have taken longer for them to come to, they were big guys. Shrugging it off, he was about to head off to his car when he heard a groan coming from behind the dumpster. Frowning, he zeroed in on the spot and found his replacement for the graveyard shift laying there on the ground with a bleeding head, holding his ribs like a few of them were broken. Cursing, he instantly called the manager of the club who was still inside and updated him on the bouncer's state before then calling the ambulance. While waiting, the shifter did his own little examination and determined that the guy had at two broken ribs on one side of his body while the other side had a cracked rib and quite a few bruised ribs as if someone had beaten him. Before the cops came, Harken decided he'd done all he could do and left his co-worker in the hands of their manager so he could take off. The last thing he wanted was to tango with the cops right now. The situation in his past town had still not blown over and they were all busy looking for the stranger with short cropped brown hair and demon yellow eyes who had come before the fire and disappeared afterward. Though it was easily three am by this point, the male navigated away from his home, deciding that tonight was one of those nights where he needed to let off a little steam. He pulled to park in front of a slummy looking apartment building and pressed the call button to one of the second floor. Let me in. He told the woman who answered in her usual seductive tone. The buzz that sounded immediately afterwards told him that the front door was open so he pushed it away from him and stepped inside the building to climb the stairs and approach door 266. Not even bothering to knock because he knew it would be open as it always was, he turned the handle and walked into the apartment that reeked of cheap perfume. Waiting on him with what he supposed should be a sexy look on his face was the hooker he had been using every now and then to let off some of his frustration. When he shut the door behind him and locked the deadbolt, he swore he could see the fear flash across her mask briefly before she regained her confident composure. He knew he had waited too long before coming to her the moment the Beast started to hum beneath his skin and she knew as well that tonight would be especially rough because of the tension that quickly swirled up around him. Pegging her with his bright eyes he stalked forward, watching with a sick sort of amusement that her every muscle quivered as she was caught between the anticipation and the need to run. Moving swiftly, he took her down on top of the wooden table, her back slamming hard against the surface while he locked her arms above her hand with one of his own and used the heavy weight of his thighs to hold her legs down and apart, a little disappointed that she withheld the scream that he could feel rise within her throat. Acting on instinct, his inhuman speed took over as he pressed his mouth to her throat, teeth scraping the skin as she released a moan. Scream. He ordered her, his lips once again pressing against her neck so he would be able to feel the vibrations of it through his most sensitive tissue. She hesitated as if unsure of what he was asking so he bit her hard in the shoulder before leaning away and pushing his twisted expression into her face. Scream! Booming lyrics said again as the sound broke forth from her mouth, her eyes terrified as she stared up at him. The dragon within him revealed in the power they possessed and took over the human's body completely as he stripped the girl of her clothes and then took care of his own, not caring who she was or noticing how insenative he was to her, the Beast took from her the release and power that he needed, hating how her soft skin reminded him of his past mate as it yielded weakly to his taunt figure. After the man returned to himself, he dressed and paid the woman for her time as always, always wondering why she looked at him with amazement whenever he left and why she let him keep coming back to use her when he could see bruises on her skin and she was too tired to move much. Disappearing out the door of the building, he returned to his car and pulled into the parking lot of a diner while on his way back to the condo he rented, deciding to satisfy his craving for steak though it was a very odd time of night. He walked through the doors and took a seat at the counter where he ordered his coffee black and a medium rare 24 ounce steak with french fries before letting his gaze sweep over the few late night diners scattered about the establishment. Orbs passed over the woman whom he had seen at the bar earlier that night at first, but he had instantly focused his gaze upon her, surprised at seeing her again for the second time that night. Though his stare was obvious, he wondered if she would notice him or do anything about it. Energy rose within his body again as he hoped she would say or do something when she caught him looking her way. He was constantly hungry for conflict and this girl's air seemed to just scream that she would challenge anything and any one.
|
|
|
Post by Ayrn on Jun 27, 2011 19:21:34 GMT -5
She knew that she was irritating the bouncer who then approached her but her frame of mind was that if he did not want to speak with her then he was the one that had come to her to begin with so why not just walk away and wash your hands clean of what you had just seen since it was apparent that he was not going to do anything about it anyways. She was a good tell of character when she made this assumption though sometimes the ones that appeared not to be a problem were the ones that turned into the largest problem so she would have to make sure that she did not utter her name and she steered clear of the bar for the next little while so that he would be able to forget about the whole thing that happened. Something that flashed in the man’s eyes was meant to scare her off though it did nothing but annoy her. He would not make a scene in the bar and that was a well-known fact since this was the place that he worked and she could tell that the job would be what was important to him. He then leaned close to her and she did not let the irritation flash on her face as expression remained completely relaxed as he commented that she would rather be the one doing the attacking. You have known me for no more than five minutes; don’t pretend like you may know my motives. She uttered quietly in a whisper. His eyes roamed over her though she tried her best not to notice since so many pairs of eyes had the times before when she was instructed to draw attention to herself by the different men in which she was seeking out in the various clubs and other He then commented that men like him would be the ones to take power from her which caused her to raise a brow slightly though she did manage to suppress the chuckle that threatened to bubble forth not wanting to tip the man off the deep end tonight and cause her to be remembered by him since she was counting on him being the type to have a small span of memory for women. He then made his way by her before heading to the door and she was relieved to know that this would probably be the last time to see him and this eased her mind and her temper a little. When she had dumped the rest of the drink out she was then on her way to her bike where it waited for her. As the threat was then spoken to the boy that had brought her the bike she said her good byes with a promise that she would be back to the safe house when her time off had been finished as she then started the bike and drove it to the diner where she took her place and ordered an orange juice and breakfast meal. Just as she was finishing her meal the door opened and at this time of the day she was not used to other people being present in the diner so she was wondering who it might be when the man from before then walked through the door and caught her eye for a moment before then sitting across the room from her and presumably ordering his food. Not feeling the need to then sit awkwardly across the room the interest then carried her across the room to stand before him for a moment. Can I call a truce long enough to join you? It was true that the girl lead a very lonely life so even the most foul of company was kept at some of the times and really this did not bother her since all that the comments did was cause her to get fired up which aided her in silencing the conscience that sometimes cropped up making her job nearly impossible. Please forgive me for my previous rash behavior to say my night was less than stellar would be an understatement. If this brought her back to neutral ground this meant that he might be more inclined to forget about her. She did plan on being semi polite though, she would be the bigger person and wait until he made a comment before the witty remarks continued.
|
|
|
Post by Lonestar on Jun 30, 2011 8:57:11 GMT -5
The waitress walked in front of him behind the counter and destroyed his concentration of the girl from the club as she called his attention to her while she delivered his coffee and asked if he needed any sugar or cream. Shaking his head, he noticed that despite the tired, dark circles under her eyes, she was still attempting to flaunt her curves at him. Amused by this, the man let his hooded gaze linger on her for a moment in a way that would make it perfectly clear to her that was what he was doing while she walked away to wait on the customer in the back of the store. Withholding a chuckle as he looked down into the black abyss of his mug before lifting it to his lips to take a sip of the scalding liquid, the male could not help but think that regardless of the woman's fantasy's and interest in him because of his looks, she would be terrified if she knew what the reality of being with him in bed meant. She was too weak, too innocent to endure what he put those of her sex through these days. Maybe before Alice he could have been gentle enough with her, but not now. Taking another sip from his mug, the bloke became aware of the other lady the moment she started to step towards him, but waited until she had stopped at his side and spoke before bothering to look her direction and acknowledge that she was standing there. Shooting her a skeptical look with one eyebrow raised as a response to her question, he gestured towards the stool beside him so that she knew she was free to join him with the hand that had been resting on his thigh while the other held his mug into the air, parallel to his elbow that held his forearm up. Once she sat, he returned his attention to his coffee only to hear her asking for forgiveness from him for what had been said in the club, creating some bullshit excuse that her night had been horrible. Finding it rather hard not to spew his coffee out in front of him in disbelief, Harken forced himself to swallow the hot drink before turning his face in her direction, an amused expression on his face. Don't apologize for what you said to me. It shows a weakness and if you regret it then you should have been smart enough to not say it in the first place. Always speak what you mean or don't speak at all. I'm not your father, or your boyfriend, or even your friend at this point so I really don't care if you apologize to me or not, but I do find it curious that you think that you should apologize to me in order to sit beside me in a diner late at night when there is no one else around. I'm bored and would have talked to you without your apology. Got no reason not to. I'd actually prefer if you went back to being rude. I step on women that lie down at your feet and try to do anything to please a man. I prefer fighters. Something that Alice certainly was not. Looking her up and down once again, he let his amber gaze linger on hers for a moment before looking back at his coffee before taking a long drink from it. So why are you here so late? Trying to pick up a little extra money on the streets? You've got the body and looks for a high price. Speaking in a nonchalant tone; he all but asked her if she was a hooker in her down time though really he meant no offense by it. He was just speaking bluntly, voicing his thoughts as they came to his head. Harken had nothing personal against her, but being a jerk was just something that came second nature to him. Nowadays, he hardly even had to think about it before labeling himself the worst man most ladies have ever met which as much as he pissed them off with similar comments. Looking back in her direction, his liquids met hers without hesitation and held the connection, his hand bringing his coffee to his lips and let the rim obstruct his line of vision for a moment. I already lost some money tonight, but I would pay it. Giving her as close to a compliment as she was likely to get from him, the drake waited to see what she would say, caring nothing about telling her that he had already been with hooker that night. Just then, the waitress returned with his steak and fries which he thanked her for with a brief smile, not even bothering to act like he was noticing her as she walked away with an extra little sway to her hips that was meant to attract him. Setting down the coffee, he picked up his fork and knife to cut his steak up into pieces and then began to eat them like one would eat something at a five start restaurant, savoring each bite as he chewed slowly and then swallowed before picking out the next to treat in the same way. Glancing over at the woman, he finished chewing his current bite and then stuck another to hold out to her, watching with an unconcerned expression. Want some? It's not too bad for being cooked at three am. Allotting her enough time to make her choice, he waited till she accepted the piece of meat that he offered or rejected it, he used his finger to fish through the french fries and picked out the crunchy ones, rejecting any that were even a little soggy or floppy looking.
|
|
|
Post by Ayrn on Jul 2, 2011 2:50:27 GMT -5
Coffee had been a bad habit that she was lucky enough to not have even started even though a lot of her business occurred at all hours of the night. She was not even able to allow herself to get acclimatized to it since it changed all the time, sometimes they would need her in the mornings or sometimes they would need her late at night. Her ‘condition’ allowed her to be able to switch easily without much need for sleep though so that was the only thing that kept her going when her schedule got screwed up like this. It was not helping that she was able to feel that right now that she was not going to get to sleep at any time of the night. She certainly did not need coffee to wake her up, the caffeine that she was not used to caused her to feel as though her heart was going to leap from her chest at any moment and nearly bounce off the walls and it was important for her to remain calm and cool and collected in her frame of mind or she might turn rogue. Her line of work was not one that left her the sanest at the moments of darkness that was for sure and while she was a little more adapted to this she was not completely unaffected. It was impossible not to see the way that the woman that was serving him looked at the man that sat in the corner and that sort of offering made her queasy. So many women were so quick to offer up their bodies to be tainted by the workings of a man and she was the type to never allow something like that to happen to herself even though she could have had her life handed to her on a silver platter with some of the male interest she had had. When she then approached him it was clear that he was going to have no problem with her taking a seat as he then patted the stool next to him. She climbed onto the stool allowing muscles to relax as legs were then out in front of her resting on the pole of the counter. What he then spoke of was something that was true and she found herself not detesting his presence quite as much as she had been before. It was true that if she had not meant what she had said that she should not have even said it in the first place which was something that she usually prided herself on, her ability to not lose her control and hold her tongue when it was the most important. As he told her that he preferred fighters she nearly snickered, she was sure that he had never met someone like her. She was the type to be able to give him a run for his money and his little speech had not even started to faze her. Eyes were rolled when he asked her if she was here to pick up a little extra money on the streets and then told her that she had the looks and the body to fetch a high price. I have no need for an extra income, my line of work supports me just fine. She did not take offense to the comment like some women might have though. When he then continued to tell her that he already lost some money tonight but he would pay for her even though it was a crack at her being a hooker, which she was not this caused a fluttering in her stomach though she had no idea whether it was simply because she did enjoy knowing she was attractive even if it was by a man that she deemed to be a jerk who was no one but someone accompanying her at a late night diner to pass the time until she felt she might be able to sleep. No offense, but I doubt you could handle me. She stated with a small smirk before then turning her gaze back to the counter where her iced tea had been brought and she ran a finger over the condensation on the outside of the glass before taking a small sip out of the straw. When he offered her a piece of his steak she normally would have told him no but instead tonight she was in a strange mood as she then reached out to take the piece offered and chew it before swallowing lightly. Thanks. She stated politely before then wondering where this conversation might progress to, was he going to try to pry personal information out of her? If so she would not hesitate it to retreat back to her motor cycle that waited outside.
|
|
|
Post by Lonestar on Jul 4, 2011 1:51:00 GMT -5
Amusement flickered across features as he watched the rather exotic looking lass roll her eyes before providing a reply to his question, surprising and pleasing him with the lack of anger in her voice. Normally, he went fishing for some sort of elicit response from women with such a question which was why it was very common to hear him asking a female if she worked a corner, but there were always those few who understood that he only gained enjoyment from a heated retort and comprehended the game that he played enough to not play along. Interestingly enough, she seemed to welcome his comment telling her that he would pay whatever price she charged where she a stripped which instantly made the male begin to re-think his initial impression of her. He had just taken another bite from his steak as she told him that she did not think he could handle her. Laughter built up within him and he fought to keep it down so that he would not choke on the meat while swallowing the bits that he had begun to grind with his teeth a little too early than what he normally would. Turning his head in her direction, the drake observed her for a moment, a rueful smile tugging one side of his lips upwards in an almost charming expression. No offense taken though you have no idea what you are talking about. I have no doubt that I can handle you. I don't think you will like the way I handle you. I'm not the type of guy any respectable woman would cop to laying with. Smile grew wider as if he was proud of that last bit before attention returned to the food in front of him. He took a swig from the mug and finished cutting up his slab of steak before offering a bit to the girl. With amber depths that never wavered from her features, he watched her open her mouth and wrap her lips around the fork to take the meat off the prongs before sitting back to chew it. Smirking when she thanked him, he straightened in his seat and faced the counter once again, already searching for the next choice section to stick. My pleasure. Might as well share meat that is a little too cooked for my tastes. Observing the plate, he could plainly see the red oozing liquid that had come from the muscle once he had cut up the steak and chuckled a little bit to himself. Most people would claim that the slice was still mooing, but even at a medium rare temperature, the meat could not be bloody enough for him. Harken always preferred his beef very rare though most restaurants refused to serve meat that was anything less than medium rare due to health risks. Too bad they did not know and he would not enlighten them about his immunity to any sort of human diseases. Only the sort of afflictions that could be transferred from one immortal to the next ever affected his body. It was quite convenient considering he usually preferred to remain invisible to not just the government, but also the world and therefore did not like to have records with his personal information on it like medical records would have. Remaining silent for the rest of the time, the bloke finished what he ordered then stood from his stool, taking a twenty and five out of his wallet after finishing it from his back pocket with his hand. Upon returning the worn wallet, he turned his gaze to the lady and sidestepped around the seat he had previously occupied to stand at her side, his lips bent close to her ear. Regardless of the fact that I think you won't be into it, I would love to pleasure you. Give me a call if you're ever looking for some fun. And you know where to find me most nights. Leaning forward, he took the napkin that his mug had been resting on and with a pen that had been in the condiment caddy, he wrote down the number to the cell phone that he used and left it with the girl before turning on his heel and walking out the door, his keys in his hands as he took them from his front pocket.
|
|
|
Post by Ayrn on Jul 8, 2011 12:31:00 GMT -5
Between skin that stayed tanned and flawless year round and exotic locks that were the closest shade to ebony and unheard of amber optics, it was true that she was a different sight around an American city like this she stuck out like a sore thumb which did make her job a little harder than an American born person but with her personality and the skilled manner in which things were executed she proved to be an asset to her boss. She was a hard face to forget though so that made it even more important that things were to go off flawlessly. So far though she had been rather meticulous in making sure that there were no witnesses that were going to cause her a problem. Most of the people that were in the places that she went were so drunk that it was not going to matter what they saw it would all be blurry in the morning and she would be safe. When she had told him that he would not be able to handle her it had been to rise the fire inside him that would then provide her a witty comment since she was more comfortable when they were not getting along then when they were in neutral grounds. Though he did not quite respond in the way she had expected words uttering that she did not have a clue about what she was talking about and that no respectable woman would be the ones to lay with him and this brought a small hint of curiosity but she knew that it would be dangerous to let this show on her face. That is a shame because I do consider myself a respectable woman. She stated with a small smirk. The steak that he had ordered was a little undercooked for her liking since she was the type to like her food for sure being dead before it hit the plate but with her history she was not all that picky so instead of turn down the offer like she was sure that she thought he would do why not throw a little element of surprise in as she took the offered piece of meat and it proved to be true that it did not taste too bad for this time of night. She then returned to where she had been sitting on the chair and leaned back comfortably. After he had finished he then stood from where he had been sitting on the chair to then to lean close to her ear and whisper that she knew where to find him most nights and to give him a call if she was ever up for a little fun and while she should be repulsed by the words the seductive tones sent shivers down her spine but none of this was shown on her face that remained stonelike and calm and collected as she accepted the napkin with his number on it before he then walked in the direction of the door. Of course she had no intentions of calling him as she paused for a moment before she then headed towards the back door since that was where she always parked her bike and climbed onto it before heading back towards where she lived to sleep off the strange night. The next day she received a call much too early in the morning to state what her next task was and she immediately groaned, a fancy party where she was forced to dress up. These were the dangerous ones since the people here were too classy to get belligerently drunk. And the last part that he told her made her skin crawl, that she needed a date by tonight. She did not even know anyone in the town and it was not like she was going to go out and meet someone and then tell him that she needed them to go with her to a fancy party that night she did not know if she would be able to trust them enough to get involved though she did not trust anyone. She hated that she knew her solution and dreaded then punching the number into her phone. Bet you did not expect this. I need a favor though and I will be in debt to you. I need a date tonight for a party. Black tie event so if you are coming I need your measurements for a tux. If you decide yes meet me at the corner of Main Street and 5th at 8 PM. Every part of the text had been typed harshly into the phone and she hated telling him that she would be in debt to him but it was true since there was no reason why he needed to do this and she hated that she did not have a choice but to ask him.
|
|
|
Post by Lonestar on Jun 28, 2012 1:56:42 GMT -5
There were only two keys on his key ring: the key to his car and the key to the condo that he rented at the edge of town. The ring that held the two within the same space was twirled around his finger and had there been more keys upon the ring, they would have made a familiar sound of metal clashing with metal, but with only two keys the ring was dull and silent. Stopping this habitual action, in one motion he captured the car key and brought his hand down to the door handle's level in order to insert the key which was turned so that the metal lever inside lifted with a quiet click. The metal lifts willingly at his urging as he pulls on the handle to open the door and climb into the 1972 Ford Gran Torino which had been the only car in his garage in the mountains which he had refused to sell. It was a beautiful model and Hark could not bring himself to see someone else drive off inside of her. Key slid into the ignition and the door closed with a satisfying shift in the air pressure in the vehicle. A loud roar then gentle purr followed immediately afterward as he started the engine and backed out of the spot to turn down the road and head back to his residence. Once there, he used the remote on his visor to open the garage door and parked his only personal possession safely behind the thick metal door that followed the track to lower back to its previous position. He didn't bother turning on the lights as he walked in, left his keys on the kitchen counter without pausing his steps, and continued on to the bedroom. In the bathroom, he finally let a single light pierce the darkness of the house as he flicked on the overhead bulb on so he could get in the shower. The woman he had met in the club that night and later shared a steak with had been fascinating enough, but after entertaining a single thought about her as he was scrubbing soap into his hair, she did not cross his mind again. Part of him wished he had hung around to see what she had done with the napkin where he had written in pen the number to the cell phone that he carried in his front right pocket almost constantly. It would have been amusing to watch her look at it with disgust and throw it into the trash, but if she kept it, that would be more interesting because I meant that despite his reproached, she entertained the thought of seeing him again. After washing off the soap to step out and dry off the water, the bloke turned off the light and moved immediately to climb beneath the comforter and sheet on the bed. Before he could forget, he leaned across the entire king sized bed to check the time on his alarm clock and make sure it was active before allowing himself to fall off into a dreamless sleep. The next morning, at the call of his alarm, he woke up and instantly got dressed in worn jeans and a cotton company shirt which he was required to wear for his second job. Actually, to call it a company shirt was a stretch, but regardless it was required for what he did during the daytime. Water was quickly heated in the microwave to make instant coffee which was then poured into a thermos as he sauntered out the door and to his car. Twenty minutes later, he pulled into the parking lot and followed a few of his co-workers who were showing up at the same time into the fire station. He lifted a hand to the chief sitting in the office speaking with one of the older men and headed directly into the locker room. He had been apart of the crew for only a few months now and therefore was still the newbie, but after the first fire he had fought with the group, he was instantly accepted. A major perk of having another half that magically allowed him to turn into a dragon which could emit fire from his mouth without breaking a sweat was that Harken had obtained a great understanding of how the stuff moved and how structures responded to being burned to the ground. This knowledge came in handy when he had to save two of the senior men from falling boards when they were sweeping the floor in the apartment building for survivors. Most of their regular day consisted of drills still and card games which he happily took the pot though that left many of the other men, including the chief, resentful. Today, however, was different. Sure it started out the same as every day with a short drill, checking of the equipment, and a friendly game of five card draw, but as the morning faded into the afternoon and the sun shone down to cause a most fervent heat, they got an unexpected call. it seems some teen had been practicing his boy scout skills in the backyard and had managed to set his father's shed on fire. It was easy enough to contain, but it provided just enough entertainment for the group that the day could not be considered a total waste. Once they got back to the station and changed back into street clothes, it was time to depart to the rest of their lives. The phone which he had left in his locker had a message waiting for him from the lady. Smirking, the bloke hastily supplied her an answer. I'd be pleased to acquire your debt. You do not, however, require my measurements because I have a tux of my own. Just let me know what color your dress is and I will match it. See you at 8. Knew you couldn't resist. Smiling smugly to himself, he headed back out to his car and drove back to his apartment where he dug into the back of the closet to produce one of the three tuxes that he owned just in case the occasion called for finery. After she answered him with the color of her dress, he pulled out a box of ties and cummerbunds to find the correct shade as well and picked out a corresponding vest from another dry cleaning bag. By seven thirty, he was dressed and pressed for the event and headed to their rendezvous point where he waited for her just outside of the car, casually leaning up against the passenger side door.
|
|
|
Post by Ayrn on Jun 28, 2012 22:10:58 GMT -5
She didn't like to owe favours, just like she did not like to have to admit that she needed help. It was one of her flaws but if it was something that was ever pointed out to her as a 'flaw' she would be the first to silence those words no matter the cost. There was only one person that she was thinking of relying on that was herself, no one else would choose her in a situation of life or death for themselves nor should they ever have to be put in that situation so it was just better that she was allowed to assert her fierce independance. Groaning as the phone was ringing from her night stand it was even before the time that she was set to wake up for the rest of the day. Rolling over her covers were tossed away from her body harshly as eyes were blinked several times to cause her to feel a little more awake. The last thing she needed to do was answer the phone and sound tired because the last time that her boss had thought that she was not physically capable of a job she had needed to prove it to him, test after test and every situation you could imagine where he set her up to fail was placed right before her face and she had tackled every last one. If she was not ready to take on a job in the first place after the exhaustion set in after the 'tests' she certainly was in no better of a state. She did realize that her job contained not only her safety though but a lot of other people were dependant on things going without a hitch and she had long since decided that was not the way to be, put in a situation where your own well being was dependant on someone else, she had no interest in that at all. After the phone call was answered and she was given the time and place as well as the specifics the phone was then hung up and replaced a little harshly on the edge of the night stand with a grumble of protests containing arabic dialec. For a long while she sat there at the edge of her bed staring blankely at the wall in front of her deciding on who she was going to ask to be her date, she could just set off to some club and pick someone up there but then they were just going to be a casualty and they were going to get in the way and as much as she hated to admit it Harken really seemed like the type of guy that would be able to fend for himself if he needed to. He really did not seem like the black tie event type of person though and she did not know why she was already speculating this when he had not even come to agree to it yet. Oh right she knew why, because if at first just asking him did not work she did have the skills to be very persuasive. So when she was finally ready to admit that no one else was going to be suited for the job nose was crinkled as his number was typed into her phone. Every letter that was typed on the screen needed to be completely forced out of her though and she was regretting it from the moment that she pressed send. What the helle was she thinking, she did not need to owe someone a favour and she did not need a debt she could have found someone else to take this spot that was not going to expect something from her at the end of the night. It did not take long for him to respond and she was just sorting through the rest of the preparations like how she was going to get there a mutter of distate passed through her lips when every word that he had reponsed with seemed to be dripping in complete arrogance, really what did she expect from him though? She had not even known Harken that long and already knew that his ego and his attitude were much too large to be contained at all. She did have to admit that she was a little impressed when he stated that he did not need her to take his measurements because he had a tux of his own but even then she was hesitant to tell him the color of her dress since she was having a hard time even admitting that this was going to happen and that it was real yet, could she not just backtrack a couple hours and been desperate enough to hire someone, after all there must be paid escorts that were men right? She scolded herself mentally for that though because Akana was definitely under no circumstances ever to be seen as desperate. She could not bear to answer in any other way than just the one word. Red. The choice had not been hard at all since it was either that or black and she was counting on standing out so the brighter color was the one that was going to achieve her goals. After an afternoon of training she then settled into the shower to blowdry long raven locks that fell deep below her shoulders in loose waves that gave the impression of hours spent on her hair. The red dress that was slipped on was low cut and ended just above her knee, but given that she did not need stray attention before the party she shrugged a black peacoat over her shoulders. After one more glance in the mirror that determined make up that accented exotic amber eyes was in place she was deemed to be ready for the evening. One more check was made on her phone before then setting off to where he was set to meet her. As directed a black town car had been waiting at the outside of her house and the driver already knew the destination. As it was parked where he was waiting she stepped out to 'greet' him even though it was just going to be a sort of mumbled half assed hello. For her though it was right down to business. You are going to need to leave your own car here, strict orders. She stated before then walking back to the opposite side furthest away from where he was standing of the town car, for once being considerate even though it was mainly just from impatience of not wanting to wait for him to walk all the way to the other side. One snide comment and I will see to it that you are walking home. She warned in a low tone that the driver was not going to be able to hear, it was clear that she was on edge and for the girl that was usually so confident it was a little out of her element when they arrived at the door and she stepped out to then loop her arm through his at the elbow fingers curling around his forearm where it rested, it was all an act, they needed to actually look like they were on a date. The lavish house that was hosting the party was decorated extravagantly with a fountain in the middle of their foyer and tables set up with refreshments. At the door someone offered to take her jacket where it was then slid off her shoulders without a single word and offered to the man who hung it on a hanger before stepping into the crowd.
|
|
|
Post by Lonestar on Jul 5, 2012 14:00:45 GMT -5
Amber depths were lazily looking down the asphalt while he waited for her to arrive, never once questioning the legitimacy of her proposition because what reason did she have to pull such a prank? Doing so would only draw his attention to her and that could cause problems for her operations in the future for he would be one to enact his revenge as often as possible. He had no stake in whatever it was she did and therefore had no problem showing up at the most inconvenient times for her in order to ruin the entire plan that she had meticulously laid out for she was one of those people who he doubted entered into a situation without having a plan in mind. No, the lady was too careful of a person to be used to 'winging it' as he mostly did. Stretching out his arm so that his sleeve moved back to reveal the Rolex watch face, the bloke checked the time then let the arm fall back to his side, sticking his hands into his pockets. Two more minutes and it would be the exact time in which she told him she would meet him here. He had come early in order to be prepared for her. As another quiet minute passed, a black sedan could be seen approaching and as it came towards him, he knew she would be in the back seat because it slowed and finally came to a stop in front of him. Brows lifted as the exotic looking woman stepped from the car only to tell him that they would leave his car here because it was what they were under strict orders to do. With some effort, he screwed his mouth shut to keep himself from reminding her that the orders to which she were referring to applied to her only since he was not employed by the same person she was and approached the car door, checking his appearance quickly in the glass of the window before climbing into the vehicle and settling comfortably on the seat. Her defenses against him were obviously in full force because before any words could come from his mouth in simple greeting, she warned him that any snide comments would have his hitching a ride back to his vehicle. Turning amused depths towards her, he stared at the essa's features as she refused to look at him, but instead looked rather nervous about having him along as she stared out the window. Without warning, Harken reached across the space between them and grabbed her hand, bringing it to his lips to brush a gentle kiss upon her knuckles. Relax. I'm just your date to a party. The gentleman that I am, I will tell you that you look ravishing and you will respond that have handsome taste in order to avoid admitting any attraction. When we arrive, I will open the door for you and offer my hand which you will accept. With that hold, I will guide your hand to be wrapped through my arm once you are standing and I have shut the car door. I will escort you to the door where your coat will be taken and once inside, you will introduce me to whomever you deem important. I will leave you at the last man in order to retrieve the champagne that waiters will be carrying around on trays and then return to you. We will drift apart to hold our own conversations with different people, but I will continue to watch you as you flutter from one group to the next. I will approach you with some hors d’oeuvre which you will except from my fingers as I hold them out to you. Whatever else happens, we will adjust to. Just remember that I am only a man who seen enough to know he likes what he sees. I'm not your partner in this, I am an accessory. Releasing her hand, he leaned back in his seat, wiggling slightly to get comfortable before turning his blazing gaze out the window, watching and waiting patiently for them to arrive so that they could proceed exactly as he had laid out. Once the vehicle stopped, in order to make sure that his prediction stayed true, he put his hand on her door and unbuckled her seat beat before pulling her closer with his arm wrapped around her waist. Reaching for the door handle, he stepped out and turned to offer her his hand, facade vacant of any emotion as he dared her to go against what he had foreseen happening. It's show time dear.
|
|
|
Post by Ayrn on Jul 6, 2012 18:50:35 GMT -5
While she might seem like the type not to take seriously and the pranking type he really did not know her well enough to know that was not the case, if there was one thing that Akana was it was serious. If she told someone that she was going to be somewhere at sometime then she was there with no questions at all, she was never late and never super early but then again that just came with the territory and her job, her job that she hated as much as she loved. Well really it was impossible for Akana to love anything at all given the bitter attitude of the female but her job really did rank the highest in her books out of every other aspect of her life. It had been that way since she had left Tristan; who was to know if it had been the right decision but she meant what she said when she walked out the door from where they had been staying in Egypt. She was not cut out for this whole relationship bullshit. Especially when he proposed to her and she was left fumbling for words and realizing that she really did not want this. She was not meant to be with the guy that had been sent to kill her in the first place. Moving back to the US was a new start, to a place that she really did not know all that well and therefore she was completetly liberated, one thing was for sure though and that was the fact that she was not going to be returning to her home country, it held nothing but lacking memories for her; the memories of Tristan not having been anywhere close to the worst. She did not intend to catch Harkens attention even further so that was why she was going to honour her request like a professional but really was that fair? No time was given to think of that too much further as she leaned back against the seat in the back of the black sedan. A grumble was emitted when the man at the front asked her how she was and it was clear that she was not at all interested in small talk. Words were reserved for when something needed to be said not for when the silence was too awkward to bear, at least that had been what she had been taught even if the teacher himself was a little corrupt and not someone that should be a role model in her life. Rubbing fingers over the bridge of her nose for an entire minute while the car pulled up to the meeting location she wondered if this had been one large mistake but it was far too late to really be debating that much further. She stepped lightly out of the car and in his direction with dark eyes then settling on him. She knew that she might have been acting a little harsh in the way that she was treating him but there was no room for niceties right now in her mind and she was far too on edge for any of that. She barked a comment that if he pulled anything that he was going to be walking back to his car and she half expected him to lash out at her but nothing came, she was then left to glance out the window and wonder what else she really should tell him. She was surprised though when her attention was then jerked back to him when hw took her hand, expression remained entirely unreadable. He told her to relax and if he knew how tightly wound she was all the time that was quite impossible for her. He seemed to be trying to take the upperhand when he then spat out the directions to the way that they were going to act in this party and brow was risen slowly. She nearly rolled her eyes at how long winded the statement but she did manage to restrain. She could have made a snarky comment about how he could not handle being her partner but she deep down did appreciate that he did agree to come with her tonight since he was going to be an essential part of this. I don't do the whole partner thing. She muttered in distaste. It seemed like the ride in the car was taking all too long when they finally pulled up to the door of the large house where the party was being hosted. He undid her seatbelt and she stepped out of the car with the same grace that she had exhibited when she joined him in the first place. His hand was offered to here where for once she followed the direction and her own arm was then looped through his and her hand rested lightly against his forearm, making the two appear to be a couple. Plastering on a fake smile her expression almost seemed pleasent. The entire crowd seemed to be making their way on the dance floor and she really was not too interested in dancing but then again who was she to protest when she needed to blend in with the crowd. Plans have changed. She uttered slowly. I hope you know how to dance. She commented. That was going to be the only way that she was not going to look suspicious in the group and draw attention to herself when she needed to find the one guy that was on her list. Without even waiting for a response one hand grasped his and her other arm moved around his neck as steps were light and easy.
|
|
|
Post by Lonestar on Jul 8, 2012 15:06:10 GMT -5
Amused smirk graced features at the heated retort that the woman supplied to his brash direction of how he thought the night would play out. Of course, she would be the type of lass to resent any plan that he offered up and would therefore not be content with sitting idling beside him without speaking up in defiance. Taking his gaze off the lights as they flashed by through the tinted window, the bloke again looked his fill of the human who shared the back seat of the sedan with him. Leaning over till he was crowding her space with lips mere inches from her ear, the man broke out in a sinister smile spoke. It's a good thing I just said I wasn't your partner then, huh sweetheart? Sensual whispers were let loose to let her process as he chuckled and leaned back against the dark leather, watching again out of the glass as they slowed and finally came to a stop at the foot of a great building with a walkway littered with stairs to lead them to the front doors. Surprisingly, she made no display of difference to him as he offered the hand which she took and he used to wrap her arm around his own, just as he had predicted would happen. With easy, fluid movements that matched each other’s perfectly, the pair approached the doors and walked right through. The doorman took the damsel's coat and it was then that the shifter swiftly and discretely took in the sight of his date for the night. The red dress was stunning and would certainly grab the attention of whomever she was looking to impress that night. Whatever her job was, Harken had no doubts that she would succeed seeing as what a sight she made, her dark skin blending well with the brilliant hue. When she had first told him that she was going to wear red, the male had been pleased at getting to wear his favorite vest, but now there was an added bonus to the pallet choice in that he got to enjoy the attractive lady at his side. Upon joining the party, the man saw that the majority of those assembled had already begun dancing in the ballroom style to the small orchestra which had been hired for the occasion. Resisting the urge to smirk, he looked down towards the vixen, the handsome smile that had been plastered upon features ever since they had stepped from the vehicle leaving as she told him that the plans had chanced and that he was expected to know how to dance. Allowing her to take his hand and lead him onto the floor, the male acted like a marionette puppet, letting the woman pull his strings as he set their arms in place and took the lead in gracefully moving them about the dance floor. After about five minutes of indifference, the dominant creature in him demanded control so the baron broke through the illusion and took the lead, pushing her around like an experienced lord who knew how to dance and did so often. Choosing to look anywhere but at the girl, the man took in the sights of the room, noting the refreshments that were provided at one end of the vast hall as well as the congregations of people who were not currently engaged in the ancient from of past time called dance. There were plenty of important people who funneled their money into the city assembled here and he could not help but wonder who her target was. Whoever it was, it was clear that she was trying to be discrete and by joining the dancing, attempting to fit into and get lost in the crowd of people. Little did she realize that such a task would be hard to accomplish. Every eye in the room of bystanders instantly moved to the lass in the red dress as the pair moved by and even the men who were engaged with their own dance partners could not help, but catch a glimpse as they glided on past. It really was amusing to him how the people who wanted to stand out blended in and how those who wished to be lost always seemed to be found. Knowing they were already drawing a lot of attention, Hark decided that he should make the best of the situation and take advantage of what they already had. Gaze transferred to his dance partner, liquid fire roaming over the exotic features, the prominent collarbone, and sleek neck that contributed to making her so attractive and he felt true desire jack hammer into his gut like he hadn't felt in years ever since leaving Alice to care for herself and her children. Fear licked his insides at this realization and he pushed both emotions away. They needed no distractions here and now and he certainly could not afford to let the girl before him recognize any weakness especially if she had the power to wield it. The song ended and suddenly his plan seemed to take on another dimension. No longer was it simply about embracing all of the stares that were directed at them, but about throwing the lady off balance so as to keep her from detecting anything about his essence. Moving quickly so she could not escape, he leaned down while simultaneously squeezing his hold around her waist tighter and moving his hand that had been clasping hers to her cheek in order to hold her as still as possible while he planted a kiss upon her mouth. The endearment was swift, but he still managed to obtained full contact which would give her enough to remember and be enraged about shortly after. Immediately once the kiss was over, he released his hold, a satisfied half quirk up of his lip flashing at her before he took her arm in a firm hold and led her over to the refreshments, smiling at those they passed while changing his hold to wrap around her waist. Upon reaching the table, he took two glasses of champagne and passed one to her while keeping the other to himself. Plans have changed indeed.
|
|
|
Post by Ayrn on Jul 8, 2012 18:24:00 GMT -5
She told herself that she really needed to next time make sure that she kept herself under control because surely the fiery response was much too satisfying to him watching him smirk and feeling her anger rise, she did not tend to have a high tolerance for it but who was she to make some sort of a snide comment when she had banned him against them promising that if it were to happen that he would be walking back to his car from wherever they were going. She was certainly not a hypocrite. She did not speak of the plan that he devised because really what could she say since it sounded a lot more perfect than her plan that she had thought in her mind, she did not know much about this party so she did not know that there might be dancing and she did not know entirely what to expect though the target was right in her mind and she knew where she would be able to find him. It was not him that they were after though and for once since she was the one that was going to be showing her face in public she was not the one that was going to be carrying out the plan. Her only mission to make sure the girl that was going to be at his side made her way for the bathroom at the time allotted. When he then reached over the seat and hovered above her she did not even blink, she was used to this, men tried to assert their domination at all costs and she had been the one back in Egypt that restrained against all those ties so this was something that she was more accustomed to than anything as a placid glance was shot to him through amber eyes. That act might have worked to intimidate other women before me but if that is your intention you are going to have to try a little harder. She uttered perfectly collected. She was glad nonetheless when they reached the large building and the car was pulled up in front of the round about area that people were being dropped off and despite what had just passed between the two of them she stuck to the plan that he had set out, it would work and if it kept him pleased then why not she did not want to deal with his attitude at the same time as as she trying her best to do her job. She was a little too aware of the man that was beside her since she was no used to being with someone else and she was tense to begin with as strides matched his easily despite the fact that she was wearing heels in the direction of the doors and onto the dance floor which was a little overwhelming with what was going on right now. She was well aware of his eyes on her when she slipped the coat off her shoulders and handed it to the man at the door taking their jackets, she pretended not to notice but there was a small smug feeling of satisfaction. It was just another reminder that this plan was going to work out for her, there was a reason that they sent a woman for this job. The look that he gave her when she uttered that the plans had changed and that she hoped that he could dance was enough to cause her to nearly cringe not too sure of what to expect as they took to the floor in all the right moves, even before he took the lead they dominated the floor with people glancing in their direction and watching them. So much for staying under wraps, but actually this would work out best for her since she needed to grab the attention of a man that was lingering by the drink table with the woman at his side looking rather bored. She tried her best to keep her eyes on the rest of the room but there was something about a man that knew how to dance in the way that he did that she found alluring, eyes were fiery and alight as they met his as his own eyes roamed her features. How she would love to know what he was thinking right then but there was a lot either of them that was left shrouded in mystery. What happened next though was something that she was not at all prepared for, his grip on her waist tightened and she resisted the urge to cringe away from it, his other hand placed against her cheek before lips were brought to hers, there was no gentleness between either of them as the kiss was returned with the same vigor, two could play at that game if he was planning on raising the stakes now. It was so brief the most people would not have had the chance to respond but her senses were a lot quicker than most people. If he expected her to be enraged he was wrong, exotic eyes rested on him in a challenging manner and she did not speak. She was not too sure if she liked the idea that he was the last person that had kissed her since Tristan and that made her stomach clench. She was not allowed to think of that right now though because the same guy that was at the refreshment table was still standing there and immediately dropped the arm that had been resting around his woman and gaze situated on him as he reached her. Akana dear. I do not believe I have met your date, you must save a dance for me. He kissed both her cheek reaching forward and she uttered an all too friendly smile. Of course, right now? Excuse me just for a moment. She uttered to Harken with a knowing glance. She was not expecting this to happen so soon in the night but as long as the desired affect was had there was no problem, she knew that they were watching her and would be able to handle it happening a little sooner than expected. The man stepped all too close with her on the dance floor and she could feel the eyes of the woman he was with on her, glaring. Leaning forward to whisper to him and then ending up placing a kiss on his cheek was enough to send the woman into a fury raging towards the bathroom. As soon as the dance was over she was stepping back knowing that the job had been successful, for once it was so simple she really could not screw it up. Stepping back in the direction of the refreshment table she accepted a glass of champagne that was handed to her before seeking out Harken.
|
|