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 Posted: Wed May 05, 2010 7:06 pm
Ashely.
Nothing will stop me.
Spacing was something she did a lot.
But the sudden rush of a car zipping
past snapped her out of it.
The man in the card yelled and blew
his horn at her. She looked down, and
saw him holding her hand as her face
flushed seeing his large hand
around her own small hand. "So-sorry.."
She managed to get out.
She looked up at the building and nodded.
"Looks great."
Ash gave him a warm smile,
hoping sooner or later he might crack.
Even for a moment to return the smile.
She used her free hand and opened the door.
"Brain's before boobs."
She laughed bowing as she held the door open,
letting out a small giggle.
Not even my heart.
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Posted: Wed May 05, 2010 7:43 pm
Јoʀδan ×I never promised you that I would not be that guy...  Jordan flushed slightly at her slipping her hand out of his. He had forgotten that he had grabbed it. He mumbled an oath before redirecting his attention to what she was saying. The warm smile pissed him off but the fact that she opened the door for him just embarrassed the poor guy. She was laughing, not at him but it was not helping. Jordan tapped her hand off the door and held it open for her.
He leaned down to be level with her face. "Hey kid, don't sell yourself short. Naomi doesn't hire fools." He did not smile at her but he tried to voice the kindness of his words efficiently enough with his tone and through his eyes. There had been a time when complimenting the opposite sex was as easy as breathing for him but like with everything else, that damned woman had changed him almost completely. Now, he patted Ash's upper back and led her into the diner, letting the door slam behind them. ...This is not my apology.×
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Posted: Wed May 05, 2010 9:07 pm
Vassili
Vassili only smiled as the waiters dropped the food off as they left he rubbed for a minuted longer and the pulled away, letting her stew at hot and bothered. He leaned in and licked her ear on the way back he whispered into it, "you can try to get me back, but at the show, you might be to preoccupied." He chuckled as he masked the pop his knee made when resetting with the crack of his lobster. He opened all the legs and scooped the meat into the paste, mixed it quickly with two of the last four bread sticks and began to eat, forcing himself to eat slowly.
"Anyway, you'll have a much harder time than I do, trying to get me back. I sleep light, or at least I used to. We'll find out won't we." He chuckled as he ate some of the pasta.
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Posted: Wed May 05, 2010 9:21 pm
Vincent
Vincent shook his head as she was talking about this crazy stuff again. There was a reason he lived in the now, he didn't have time to think about the future. She was going to try and scare him away, it wasn't going to work, his mindset away from the future.
"Don't start this again, I'm not leaving, not till I get sick of you. That's not happening anytime soon. None of this this could and what if's. The future is always shifting. I'll play your same game. What if that guy gets hit in his Ferrari, he dies? What if you and I fall madly in love and have children and grow old together? What if that guy walks in right now and blows our brains out, then goes and fins your sister and Vas and blows their brains out? What if what if? It is an endless loop and just negative thoughts." He reached out and grabbed her hand rubbing each knuckled in turn.
"For the evening, for the rest of the night and until you see the sun rise over the horizon think only of the now. You said it yourself, he wouldn't make the first move if you made it yourself. You did, you got out of the car and he left. When he shows up again, deal with it then." He picked her hand up and kissed it gently, tempted to reach across the table and kiss her.
"Can you do that? Oh look our food's hear!" The sizzling, and popping of hot curry and vegetables could be heard and the waiter began setting a half dozen dishes down. He placed to oblong plates down and bowed away.
"Okay, Indian food one oh one. You can just pile it on and eat it straight like so, or you can pile it or and scoop it up with the flat bread." He did this, piling a quarter of each of the six vegetables and a ton of the curry rice. He scooped up a mash of the mix and swallowed it after a few chews.
"Whew that's some hot curry."
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Posted: Thu May 06, 2010 6:26 pm
Sal ♫ ♪ "A heart should learn music before it beats for another." ♪ ♫ ♪  Sal shuddered as Vas whispered in her ear. Who was this guy? She was the one who was supposed to be in control here, not him. The woman took another bite of her meal, the sandwich becoming a bit messy in the process. It did not affect her though. Her mind was still trying to regain some decency for itself and her sake. He had left her skin boiling. Sal crossed her legs in lady-like fashion, taking a sip of water while she did. Nobody was even aware, were they?
"I think that I won't be as preoccupied as you would like to think." She needed to change this. As much as she loved to play the wounded child, there was reason that she compared herself to a vixen in her more sultry of moments. He was taking that away from her. "Well, at least, I won't be preoccupied with you." A grin did not appear with this statement. Men did not get the upper hand and she would be damned if only one thought that he had such a chance. Jesus is my Lord ♥
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Posted: Thu May 06, 2010 6:51 pm
Naomi "Sometimes the idea of love should just leave me alone."  Naomi scowled and flinched as he began to rub her hand. He was not leaving. What if she left, instead? Then everything, even this dress, would have been pointless. She nodded reluctantly as he made his request. It was not like her but she was tired. After his kiss on her hand, she pulled out of his grasp immediately.
"Yes, I can do that, I suppose," she said, feeling as though ropes were securing her in place as her mind searched for the nearest exit.
She was not only worried about the whole thing with Jordan. It was this entire night from the start. Why couldn't they be on the road, eating hotdogs and playing some game to which there was no real winner if you played it right? Silently, Naomi watched the waiter bow his way out, leaving them to their meal. It smelled excellent and a short giggle escaped her as Vincent commented on it. Naomi eyed him before taking out of the dishes for herself. The layout was too widespread for her liking but she adjusted. Why could she not do that for a man, just once? It was the same reason for Sal's need to be on top always and her mother's precautious nature that saved them. There was always an ulterior motive but Vincent had not shown any that could harm her in the slightest.
"I'm sorry," she whispered in a hushed tone. Jesus is my Lord ♥
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Posted: Thu May 06, 2010 7:49 pm
Vassili
Vassili chuckled though his meal as she tried bravely to swing control back to her. He would let her have it, just cause he liked her happy and ready for anything. Some of her Calzone was dripping onto her plate and he reached over scooping it up with his fork.
"I've never had that kind before." He laughed at his stupid joke and tasted the veggie calzone. It was good, but he had been assured anything from her was good.
"Wanna taste some of this pasta. The fettuccine is perfect, the lobster sensational. Though maybe not as good as your calzone."
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Posted: Fri May 07, 2010 10:36 am
Vincent
Vincent looked up at her whispered words of apology. He was confused for a half second, reestablished his thinking and thought through the meaning in those words. Then over what happened, how she seemed to know what the guy in the car was gonna do and how she knew so much about the company.
"He hurt you, and your letting that prejudice control your actions here an now. The guy in the Ferrari, you were an item at some point, and well he hurt you, emotionally, physically, or both he demoralized you and brought you into a bad place." Vincent looked down and wasn't hungry in the slightest anymore. Men like that were sickening, his father was sickening. God is really that bad that he is thinking of the man who threw him into the rain and told him never to come back.
"I'm not like that, I've been trying to get you to understand that. Sure I may be a little womanizing, and a little brutish, but eh you have to be when you were forced to leave your home. I was seven years old, kicked out of my parent's home and told to never darken their doorstep." Vincent looked up with a burning innate hatred.
"I wondered the streets of London and was picked up by a local gang. I learned from them, my natural suave in stressful situations made me ideal to a dealer. That's my story. A pathetic excuse I know, but I am what I am. The only thing that I know is to never harm someone who has not harmed me first. Even then that only extends to physical harm. I have been in love exactly four times. They left me for others, either monetarily fit or physically more attractive. So I stopped after the last time, I stopped trying." He wanted to leave now and pulled his wallet out. It had fifty Euro in it and set all of it on the table knowing it was to much.
"Take your time, I'm done though. The past leaves a bad taste in my mouth."
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Posted: Fri May 07, 2010 1:30 pm
Sal ♫ ♪ "A heart should learn music before it beats for another." ♪ ♫ ♪ Sal looked over at him and then, at his plate. Pasta. Flour. She felt herself caving. "Well, I might as well since you scooped off my plate. Thank you," she said, swallowing her present bite and pulling his plate away from him. The young woman used her fork to push a small portion of his meal onto her dish. She returned it to him promptly and took a bite, consisting of both the fettuccine and lobster meat. Immediately, she sighed, chewing the mixture slowly, taking care to savour it. In attempt to make a comparison though, Sal cut her calzone next and went through the same process.
Finally, she wiped her mouth. "The verdict is in. Your meal is better, despite my soft spot for seafood not being as big as that for flour." She poked at his pasta again before returning to her half-eaten sandwich. "I wonder what we could do tomorrow. Oh wait, there's work. I think Sunday is the actual day off. If this thing with Nami blows over into nothing, I might still want those lessons, just in case." A fair grin stole her mouth at him and she continued her dish, already missing the lobster. Jesus is my Lord ♥
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Posted: Fri May 07, 2010 2:05 pm
Naomi "Sometimes the idea of love should just leave me alone." Naomi stayed quiet while Vincent told her his story for the first time since they had met. His eyes showed that every word was true, unfortunately. Who threw out a kid that young? She found his hand after he paid for the hardly touched meal. His last sentences rang out at her. The tears were coming too fast. She tried shaking them off but it was too late. Her heart was torn between leaving at that moment and needing to comfort another hurt one of its kind. She chose the latter.
The manager looked back at him in the eye, still trying to control the water works. "His name is Jordan. I was fifteen when we started going out as well as when we broke up. Without regard for the time span, I knew that that was the closest that I would ever get to true love until I didn't. You're right. He did hurt me. That night, when my parents had died, I had asked him to help my sister and me get to our aunts. He was with the company then and I was requesting that he betrayed it. Foolishly, I thought it would be a no brainer: me or the organization. It was a no brainer, just not in our favour. I took my dad's car but had to abandon it along the way. It was being tracked." Naomi sighed here, her pained face contrasting with his full of hatred.
"After that, it was getting to the cops and being sent the rest of the way to our aunt in the country. I never saw or heard from him again until tonight and I hate that I won't allow any other person to get that close again. It's like - an inner battle because you have to believe me, Vincent, I don't want to leave you." Her fingers squeezed his before she slipped out of her chair and slid into his lap. Naomi buried her face into his neck and whispered against his ear, "I want to say that I'm sorry for your pain. It's not much. You probably don't want sympathy but I'm giving it, whether you want it or not. I apologize for losses." She hugged him tighter, her tears flowing freely at long last. "I'm sorry that I hurt you."
It would not be enough. She would have to prove herself over and over and even there, she could not stop. Jesus is my Lord ♥
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Posted: Fri May 07, 2010 7:27 pm
Vassili
"We can do whatever you want Sunday. My treat of course. If you wanna go pop some rounds off, I'll find a place. Lay in bed, I'll bring you breakfast, lunch and dinner. Other things in bed I am available." He laughed lightly as he noticed she kept eying his pasta. He spooled some more up and raised it to her.
"You know want some more. All you gotta do is ask. I'm done anyways." The plate was a quarter full, he could eat that and two more plates of pasta, and he calzone, run a mile and do it again. Damned hyper metabolism.
"We still got twenty minutes till the show starts, takes three to get there. Anything you wanna do before hand?"
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Posted: Fri May 07, 2010 7:38 pm
Vincent
Vincent stroked her hair softly, he was nearly to the tear point, but held face and sucked it up. Yeah he didn't want pity, he didn't want to dwell on the past, it wasn't his thing. He had moved on so long ago and only brought it up because she was being so closed in and rejecting him. Now it was there a tension that had been cut and replaced with an understanding.
"I'm sorry as well. No one should have to have their heart ripped out. My loyalty has always been to myself. I extend in rare cases. Trust is hard to gain, easy to break. You can trust me, I am not a person who squanders gifts. Yesterday and today and tonight are gifts, reluctantly given, but gifts. Thank you for that." He lifted her chin slightly and kissed her deeply, the salty tears mingling, he didn't mind. He held it till a clearing of a throat broke him from her spell. The waiter had his change.
"Keep it. Naomi you want any of this to go? Wanna catch a flick? Go for a walk, sit on a bench, stair at some stars? Whatever you want."
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Posted: Fri May 07, 2010 9:36 pm
Sal ♫ ♪ "A heart should learn music before it beats for another." ♪ ♫ ♪ Sal thought about it while she ate the latest addition to her plate. "I don't like to ask men for much," she said, munching on lobster mixed in with the breadsticks. For this, she would have to run some miles.
"Thanks for the offer but can we go running instead in the morning please?" She knew that her recent question discredited her claim not to ask men for much of anything but with Vas, it was different. She was asking a friend if he would like to join her. As she waited for the response, Sal completed her meal and burped with a prompt excuse. "If I want to do anything before the show? I suppose we could walk around the block and get rid of this food."
She was not proud to have insecurities about her body but it took work to keep her figure. Nami was different though. Junk food was that girl's friend and it just did not matter. "So yeah, how about a walk around the place and running before practice? We'll squeeze in breakfast somehow, I'm sure." Jesus is my Lord ♥
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Posted: Sat May 08, 2010 6:19 pm
Naomi "Sometimes the idea of love should just leave me alone." Naomi had been enjoying the kiss as much as he but alas, the waiter interrupted them. She snuggled against him once more, not sure about what to do with herself at this point. Her eyes passed over the food. It would be a shame to waste a well-paid for meal.
"Sure, why not?" she said, indicating this to the waiter politely and he left with the meal platters to use the appropiate utensils. Vincent's other options were swirling around in her head. She could be her own person. He was not asking for control. Naomi placed her hands on the now clear table and stared over at Vince with a smile. "Whatever I want? Are you sure? I'm not the most exciting person in the world, you know." Now, her mind sorted through the presented ideas. "I want to go to the park in the centre of the square or the seafront. There's supposed to be a Carnival out there on Sunday."
The manager sat in her chair as the waiter returned with their meal. She thanked him and gathered the bags. With a slight rub on her nose, Naomi asked, "So, are we going to the park? It might still have people at this time of night, maybe." She looked out at the streets, the cars flying by. Jesus is my Lord ♥
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Posted: Sun May 09, 2010 8:23 pm
Vassili
Vassili nodded his ascent. His card was already on file, and being charged for everything. She looked ready to go so and inter weaved his fingers into hers and pulled her out of the booth as she finished the last of the bread sticks and some of the pasta. The waiter thanked them as he left and they stepped into the cool evening air. He wrapped a comfortable arm around her waist and began walking towards the end of the block, towards their next destination. He had already sent the limo driver a message as to where to meet them. A block and a half ahead.
"I'll run with you, I'll have to slow my normal pace." He chuckled lightly at his joke. It wouldn't be hard, just a little slow. He would have to throw in some extra stuff to keep him preoccupied, weights and maybe quick pushups and situps.
"Then we'll find a quiet spot somewhere outside the city, fire some rounds off, might even let you try out the big gun, that revolver I got behind the bar. How's that sound?" He didn't want to scare her, or over tax her, but maybe shooting something with a bit of heft might make her more confident.
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