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Post by Black Ranger Talis on Dec 19, 2011 22:02:56 GMT -5
Eleanor sighed as she left the ship's interior, stepping out onto the deck to eye the rapidly disappearing land, the ship moving further and further away. She watched it with a detached, disinterested look, then to the night sky, dark as night closed in.
There were a few clouds in the sky, but very little to block the stars shining above.
She preferred the chill of the night to the hot day, and especially to that hot ship. She didn't care much for events like this. She was just here for the alcohol and good food.
Oh, and for scouting potential steals and recruitments of course. That came with the territory, naturally. Swilling an amber drink in her hand, she realised that her clothes weren't exactly warm, only stylish.
Well, the cold was preferable to the heat of having to force polite conversation, that was for sure.
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Post by tomackze on Dec 19, 2011 22:11:25 GMT -5
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Sam hadn't been in the boat for that long before he noticed the first girl to make her way there. Everyone else so far were just dudes, it was like a big sausage fest and he wasn't really enjoying it so it was a nice thing to just have a girl here for a change. She had some nice stylish clothes on which did not really keep her warm, and a nice look to her. Not really friendly, but a bit attractive and kind of seductive.
Sam walked up to Eleanor and quickly saw her holding a drink in her hand. "Oh, you my. Pretty and can handle your liquor?" Sam said, eying her a bit as he took a seat nearby without taking his eyes off of her.
What a creeper!
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Post by Black Ranger Talis on Dec 19, 2011 22:38:40 GMT -5
Eleanor heard footsteps other than her own on deck and turned to look. Some blond guy was approaching her with a look on his face that she couldn't quite discern. What did he want, and why was he walking towards her?
When the words came out of his mouth, her eyes widened slightly. Was that a rocket in his pocket or was he just happy to see her?
"Hmm?" she asked, then looked at the alcohol he was indicating. "Oh. This." She swilled the glass in her hand one more time, before taking a small sip. "The booze is half the reason I came here. I thought I'd enjoy the royal treatment." She continued to stare out to sea. She hadn't heard quite enough from this guy yet to actually give him eye contact.
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Post by tomackze on Dec 19, 2011 22:48:25 GMT -5
[atrb=cellSpacing,20,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 350px; background: url(http://i56.tinypic.com/5d5hj.jpg); border: 3px groove #00248E, bTable]all of the lights | [atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; border: 1px dashed #9abccd; color: white; padding: 10px] Sam smiled when the woman replied to his comments, even though she did not give him any eye contact. It seemed he was just a sucker for getting his heart ripped out and torn to pieces as he just could not resist the bitches at all. He quickly nodded when she made her comment and got up from his seat to get closer to you. "My name is Sam. What is your name?" He asked Eleanor as he reached out his hand for her to shake.
"You have some pretty eyes." He said bluntly to her. Boy was he about to get his heart, and probably other parts of his body, ripped to shreds... "So, tell me a little about yourself." He said to her. Wonder if she'll tell him the truth or lie. And if she does tell him the truth, wonder how he'd react. |
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Post by Black Ranger Talis on Dec 19, 2011 23:08:06 GMT -5
Eleanor looked at the boy now. Hmm. He seemed genuine enough. Though being genuine often meant being a naive foolish fool whose foolhardiness fooled even their own foolish fool selves.
"Fool," she whispered into her drink, not loudly enough for the stranger to hear, but still.
Men took interest in her from time to time. She was easy on the eye but she was withdrawn in terms of affection. She didn't give it much, and she didn't know how to receive it in kind. It just wasn't in her to be a part of the lovey dovey affection so many romantic meetings inspired.
The eye compliment made her stumble over what she was going to say. It was going to be a cold rebuttal, a demand that the boy mind his own business. But instead she found herself sighing and giving her name. "Eleanor Rose." Her voice sounded almost bored as she turned away from him again, dangling her top half over the railings and looking at the dark water below. "And I'm getting drunk," she said in response to his second question.
Being drunk was close enough to being about her. After all, she drowned out things she didn't like to hear with it. That was reason enough for it to be personal, wasn't it?
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Post by tomackze on Dec 20, 2011 0:36:38 GMT -5
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Sam felt bad when he heard the girl speak as he had been sober as a bird today while she was about to get drunk herself. He did not want her to be alone here especially if she ended up being clingy while drunk, because that was somewhat like "dominate" in itself if he took advantage of a drunk girl.
Instead, he decided to prematurely leave the room and go pick up his own drink before returning. The problem was, it took a while to find the bar from here so it would give Eleanor just enough time to slip away if she so chose. And he also had to contemplate what he wanted which gave her even more time if she decided to disappear or something. He went there, waiting, and waiting. Until eventually.
"Amaretto Sour!" He said, and he quickly made his way back after to see if she was still there. It had probably been at least half an hour already. Hopefully she was still around!
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Post by Black Ranger Talis on Dec 20, 2011 15:24:40 GMT -5
Eleanor glanced at the boy as he returned, eyes still glazed over with boredom. She had briefly considered abandoning him, but that would have meant going back into the suffocating mass of people in the Moltres Hall, and she didn't want to feign politeness anymore.
Looking back out to sea, she had somehow managed to acquire a new glass of alcohol, and was sipping at it casually now. She twirled the glass absent mindedly and tilted her head to one side. "Oh look. You're back."
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Post by tomackze on Dec 20, 2011 16:25:31 GMT -5
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"I know I missed you." He said, before sipping his drink. "We should really just leave this place and go back to my room." He said. It was obviously a joke, what did a fifteen year old know about "going back to someone's room." They obviously did not have any game... |
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Post by Black Ranger Talis on Dec 20, 2011 18:24:36 GMT -5
Eleanor glanced at him with a disinterested gaze. "There was a void when you left," she snipped sardonically, and took a long drink, coming up for air with a satisfied sigh. Her cheeks were getting a little pink. She had been drinking non stop for almost two hours now and it was beginning to show. It was starting to get hot in here.
She would have to resist the urge to strip and jump in the ocean to cool off. She had an image to maintain after all.
"Your room?" she smiled to herself. Maybe there was a little fun to be had in teasing him. Not that she had any intention on following up on it, but she would try to fluster him a little bit. There was no harm in seeing just how much she could get away with before he ran off or backed off.
She leaned closer, draping her arm around him with a sensual smile and a partially raised eyebrow. "Do you have protection?" She leaned in close, twining his hair around her finger. "I think I have some pills in my handbag. I can go get them if you don't have a condom. What's your room number?"
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Post by tomackze on Dec 20, 2011 18:31:27 GMT -5
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When she responded and actually had an interest to meet him in his room, Sam quickly gulped loudly and took a step back. The word pill and protection and worst of all condom scared him a bit as he began to backtrack and quickly attempted to change the conversation instantly. "I uh. Actually... Uh... Forgot to book a room. I can do that now!" He said as he prepared to run away and just leave her there.
Sam was all bark but no bite. So when she was actually baited in, it terrified him a bit and he quickly did not wish to be a part of the scene anymore. But something stopped Sam from leaving right there in a frantic rush. It was probably just the fact that he had done this too often and felt he needed to change. He needed to be a closer, and he decided to stay here and not leave just yet.
"Actually on second thought. Want to come with me so we can book a room together? I don't seem to have enough." He smiled. Hopefully this would lighten up things a bit.
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Post by Black Ranger Talis on Dec 20, 2011 18:45:28 GMT -5
Eleanor laughed at the nervousness on his face and withdrew a bit. "You seem so nervous, kid. Let's face it, you aren't ready just yet. Besides, I have obligations. You don't look consensual to me and I don't want to be tracked down by the CPD."
Taking out a box of cigarettes, she lit one and inhaled deeply, blowing cigarette smoke out into the night sky and shaking the ashes overboard. "Come back in a couple of years and I'll see if you're ready then."
Pressing the glass of vodka into the boy's hands, she gave her first genuine smile of the night. "This'll put hairs on your chest. Get used to it." With that, she strutted back into the interior of the ship.
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Post by tomackze on Dec 20, 2011 19:30:14 GMT -5
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He sighed and put his head down before leaving Eleanor alone as he made his way into his room by himself. Ready to sleep... |
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