|
|
Post by EMMALINE AUSTIN on Aug 10, 2010 20:01:10 GMT -5
   Emmaline rolled her eyes a little as Bennet accidentally pushed Delilah out of the way. She really needed to work with him on some manners. He was normally well behaved, but he didn't spend much time with other dogs, so the opportunity proved too much for him and he completely ignored the personal boundaries of the other dogs. Emma quickly told him to sit, and he did, leaving Emma open for petting, should Delilah decide to stop sulking under the table.
She nodded a little and bit her lip, deciding it best not to argue for the sake of her profession. This man had just helped her after she had knocked him over and ruined his suit. She gave a small smile as he attempted to, then she bit her lip, dropping her gaze to the floor. She was trying to find an excuse to leave, not wanting to impose on Benson any more than she already had.
With a small smile, Emma nodded, "It's one of my favorite novels of all time. It sounds cliche, but really, it is." She shrugged a little, then listened intently as he explained the origins of his dogs names, "Well, I think they fit. They're great dogs." What else was she supposed to say? She was an idiot. A complete and total idiot.
Silence reigned for a minute or two as she was silent and Benson seemed to be thinking about something. Emma looked up as he spoke, offering to drive her to her building. Emmaline was a little surprised, to say the least- that hadn't been the original agreement. She was going to walk home. Though at the moment, that didn't seem to be working too well, since Bennet was too excited to properly help her home, and she couldn't walk very well, and it was a long way to hop.
She made a mental note that she would avoid spraining her ankle again at all costs. She also prayed that Bennet would behave himself in the car. Usually he was good, but he seemed quite intent on defying all of his training today. It seemed the only training he had actually retained was how to sit on command.
After a second of deliberation, she nodded a little, "Uhm... A ride would be nice. Or if you have to get somewhere, I can just call a taxi or something. It's really not a problem. I understand if you have an important meeting or something you have to get to...."
WORDS : Does is really matter?
STATUS : FINISHED
NOTES : Sorry for taking forevvvveeeerrrrr!
LYRICS USED : USE SOMEBODY - KINGS OF LEON
LISTENING TO : The awesomeness that is the Lion King soundtrack
BANNER CREDIT : TANA
|
|
|
|
Post by GAVIN BENSON on Aug 16, 2010 12:16:01 GMT -5
Benson stared at her fixatedly as she expressed an interest in Jane Austin. He felt a flutter in his long quiet heart and he found himself admiring her eyes. He sullenly realized he would probably never see this woman again. He was scared of her, ready to bolt for the hills but something about her was infatuating. So he did what he did best, squashed it and reminded himself how awful the pairing would be. The inferiority of her status was clear as day and the fact she was so klutzy didn't point in her favor. Still it didn't stop his male mind from doing what it did best, wandering.
He smiled slightly and nodded, “Mr. Darcy is a very good example of a good man.” He said with a curt nod as if that ended all debate, ”Your conjecture is totally wrong, I assure you. My mind was more agreeably engaged. I have been meditating on the very great pleasure which a pair of fine eyes in the face of a pretty woman can bestow.“ He stared a moment and then cleared his throat awkwardly and looked away. He loved the novels of that woman to an almost unhealthy level. The world of Mr. Darcy almost seemed more real then this mundane modern existence he lived in. Mr. Darcy was his sanctuary. He had to find something else to stare at other then her or he was going to say something to fully embarrass himself more then he already had.
He adjusted himself stiffly and glanced to the dogs, Delilah finally sulked out from under the table and say next to Bennett. Hunter had pranced in and was flopped next to the massive Dane, not asking for attention just liking the companionship. Delilah pushed her little white head into the womans lap with a huff of happiness trying to get her attention off the much larger dog. They all looked quite proper together, the purebreds quite handsome examples of their breeds.
Mentally he took a note and grabbed a note pad (it read Gavin Benson “Just snap and you'll have it” Snap Enterprises and his phone number) and walked over handing it to her. ”If you could give me your name and phone number so we can talk about the suit...” So it was the least smooth way to ask for a girls number but Benson was awful about meeting new people. The fact he had asked at all was impressive, at least to him. He thought, distantly in his pride, that he was doing her a favor thinking she was attractive.
He was anything but good with women. ”It is no trouble. I have two cars so the dogs don't mess up the good leather in the corvette.” He said plainly and smiled. He was trying to show he was being polite and not scared of what Bennett might do, not show off. However even as he said it he realized how prideful and boasting it sounded. He cleared his throat. ”I will have it brought around front... How about I gather your dog and we get you up... you can borrow the ice pack and give it back when we talk again...” It was a lame excuse, a ridiculous one to see her again but an excuse was an excuse.
He cleared his throat again and grabbed Bennett's leash attaching it to the massive dog. He glanced to his puppies and pointed outside, both sulked out and wandered over to a dog house. He had the thing custom built with fans misters in the summer to keep his dogs healthy and happy. He locked the door and wandered back over flipping open a cellphone and hit a speed dial. He spoke quickly and curtly with the man then flipped it shut offering a hand to Emmaline. ”Lets get you home then.” He said stiffly.
|
|
|
|
Post by EMMALINE AUSTIN on Aug 24, 2010 17:09:52 GMT -5
Emmaline nodded a little and smiled as he recited Jane Austin's words, his voice filling the words with added depth to the point of perfection, as if he was Darcy. It was perfect. If Emma was ever to cast the parts for a movie of Pride and Prejudice, Benson would make a good Darcy. He even seemed to have the brooding aire down perfectly.
She looked down at Delilah as her lap was filled with the dog's head, and she started to gently pet her as she spoke to Benson. She watched him as he then got up and went to get the pad of paper and a pen, and when he returned, she nodded a little, "Oh, Yeah! Sure!" She reached out to take the paper from him to write out her name, phone number, and address in neat cursive. Okay, so it was more like Calligraphy, but she was a writer- she did a lot of writing. It was what she did, and she was good at it.
After she had written down the information, she smiled and handed them to Benson so he could put the items wherever he wanted, "Here you go... I'm still really sorry about the suit..." She bit her lip a little in her apologetic way, and she nodded a little as he explained about the cars, saying he would have the car brought around to the front. Of course, he had a valet, though somehow it still surprised Emma. He was probably one of the richest men in New York. How could he not have a valet?
She smiled a little and nodded as she reached for her shoe that he had pulled off of her foot, and then she sighed a little. Bennet was good and sat quietly as Benson clipped the leash to his collar, and she smiled as he held out a hand to help her to her feet, "Thank you.... I really don't know how to thank you enough." She'd start by replacing his suit, for starters. And then just be completely indebted to him for... the rest of her life. No, she'd probably just be able to replace the suit.
As Emmaline stood, so did Bennet, watching curiously as Emma was helped to her feet. He sniffed at her to make sure she was okay and wasn't bleeding, and then after he was satisfied with that, he took a step toward the front door of Benson's apartment.
WORDS : Does is really matter?
STATUS : FINISHED
NOTES : Sorry for taking forevvvveeeerrrrr!
LYRICS USED : USE SOMEBODY - KINGS OF LEON
LISTENING TO : The awesomeness that is the Lion King soundtrack
BANNER CREDIT : TANA
|
|
|
|
Post by GAVIN BENSON on Aug 24, 2010 18:44:40 GMT -5
Benson nodded and frowned at the mention of the suit. He would hold on to that for a long while. If she didn't have such beautiful eyes he might have left her laying there at the park. Simply ignored her pain. But at heart he was a gentleman, and it went far deeper then he realized. He shrugged at her mention of thanks and waved a hand as he pulled her arm around his shoulder again.
”Think nothing of it.” He said firmly as if, again, that settled that. She was right he had all the attributes of Darcy, from his pride to his trust being hard to regain. So he grabbed Bennett's leash and walked the dog out along with his mistress, treating the other gently. Part of him wanted to pick her up again and just haul her off to make this faster but he refrained.
He dropped the pad of paper onto the counter on his way past and begrudgingly helped her out and to the lift. His more pompous side told him to leave her there, just let her know to call and rush back inside. Instead he left her to lean near the elevator, after pressing the button, and walked Bennett back to the door to lock it. With a nod, deciding his house was well secured, he returned to Emmaline and glanced at the dial at the top. This always took a while.
”So what kind of books do you intend to write.” He asked with his slight frown never looking away from the dial. He had settled it inside himself, to prevent her from thinking she could control him, (even if the thought had probably never crossed her mind) he decided not to show any interest, to appear completely indifferent. If he didn't look at her he wouldn't grow to want her more. Simple solution to a problem he didn't much like having.
Sure he had been with a few women along the way, but not many by any standards. Woman did not like career driven men and he was a man who hardly ever stopped working. He might cut back for the right woman but it was unlikely unless he found love like in one of his books, it probably would never happen. At heart he was a romantic sap though, couldn't help it and trust me he had tried. So he just stared up at the lights flashing by as the elevator made its slow way up the tower.
”What else do you like to do in your spare time other then write.” Well that was not a question that showed indifference but he let it slide as he couldn't just leave her standing there, well leaning there, and create an awkward moment. He frowned a little deeper looking displeased in general when really he was displeased with his own overall demeanor in this one.
|
|
|
|
Post by EMMALINE AUSTIN on Aug 26, 2010 0:30:17 GMT -5
Emmaline sighed as he waved his hand dismissively, telling her to think nothing of the suit. It was a suit. How could she think nothing on a suit? They were expensive. Then again, their perspectives were different on money- she was a college student, he was the CEO of Snap.com. Still, she felt bad, but she didn't want to make Benson mad by pressing the matter. Besides, he had her information now and vice versa.
She bit her lip and smiled a little as Benson helped her to her feet and put her arm over his shoulder. She hopped along carefully as he helped her to the door, Bennet walking along quietly on a loose leash. Of course, now he was willing to behave himself and walk on a loose leash as he was trained to.
She looked up at Benson as he asked a question. What kind of books she wanted to write? All of them. No, the ones that would actually make money. No, that would maybe make money. No, that would hopefully make money. No, she might as well just come up with some straight answer, "Fiction, mostly, I think. Historical fiction is fun too, but it limits the creativity a little bit more, so probably fiction." There, that was a simple enough answer right? She was trying to keep things as simple and business-like as possible, so as to maintain any minute shred of dignity she had left after her escapade in the park just an hour before. Not that she even knew that she had a single scrap of dignity left now.
She, too, watched the elevator lights creep their way up to Benson's floor, biting her lip a little as she waited. She could tell that Benson was tense, so she was just going to leave him be, but he didn't seem to like the silence. It was agreeable that the silence was awkward, but Emma would normally prefer awkward silence over uncomfortable conversations, still, he had asked a question, so she had to answer him.
"Hmm? Oh, when I'm not writing? Well, I like to hike. And run. I guess I won't be doing much of that for a little while, huh?" Okay, so it was a poor attempt at a joke, but Emmaline couldn't really help it. The brit shook her head at herself and continued, "I adore puzzles too. And Dancing. Particularly couples dances, and not the awkward 'sway in a circle' type dancing. I mean like the waltz." She shrugged a little, "And of course, playing with Bennet. What about you? What do you do when you're not working, besides getting run over by people like me?"
WORDS : Does is really matter?
STATUS : FINISHED
NOTES : Sorry for taking forevvvveeeerrrrr!
LYRICS USED : USE SOMEBODY - KINGS OF LEON
LISTENING TO : The awesomeness that is the Lion King soundtrack
BANNER CREDIT : TANA
|
|
|
|
Post by GAVIN BENSON on Aug 30, 2010 11:26:59 GMT -5
He nodded slowly just listening. His unease caused him to absentmindedly fiddle with Bennett's ears. Her likes were logged into his mental bank for later use, why he didn't know he hadn't really intended to see her again. She was a mess, a klutz, an aspiring writer, she had a dog who sometimes decided he didn't need to behave. She seemed to have good humor but at the same time he felt it was at his own expense. The only thing, he decided she had to be fond of was those deep and soulful eyes.
Benson swallowed hard and shook his head slightly, not meaning to look condescending of her activities but to clear his head of such distracting thoughts. He ran his fingers through his hair as the elevator finally dinged its arrival and the sleek metal doors slid open. He helped Emmaline inside and hit the button for the top level of the parking garage. Taking a moment he thought about what it was he liked to do. He really didn't do much other then work anymore but what did he like to do.
”I like spending time with my dogs, going running in the park, hiking when I have the time, I enjoy reading, horseback riding, and couples dancing but only if I know my partner. Its just too awkward and uncomfortable trying to get to know someone while dancing. However I would like to make it a point I often don't get run over. This was a rare occurrence.” He shrugged his shoulders and glanced to Bennett honestly impressed with the dogs current behavior. Finding no other thing he really knew that he liked he moved back to the first subject.
”Historical fiction is a broad enough field. There are duels, wars, courting, intrigue, status quo... The list goes on. It all depends what you want to write about.” Once again his uncomfortable stiffness made him run out of things to say far too soon and he took to watching the numbers drop slowly on the dial trying to decide how to continue. So for now he kept silent. His father had said it is better to remain silent and be thought a fool then to open your mouth and prove them right. So he glanced, very slightly, at Emmaline from time to time hoping she would start the next subject. The silence was just stiff since he didn't know her well. He found it got easier with time to enjoy silence with a person, but at first it always seemed uncomfortable and uneasy to him.
|
|
|
|
Post by EMMALINE AUSTIN on Sept 7, 2010 16:06:22 GMT -5
Emmaline bit her lip as she carefully made her way into the elevator with the help of Benson. She then looked up at him as he started to list his own favorite activities, nodding a little to show that she really was listening, not just spacing out. She smiled a little, nodding again as he said that he only liked to do couples dancing when he knew his partner. That was understandable, since dancing like that was awkward to do if you weren't comfortable being that close to people, or if you didn't know them all that well.
She nodded again "Exactly, that's why historical fiction is so fantastic- you can tell lots of true stories, but add in your own characters and twists to change the story just ever so slightly so that it fits your style." She smiled, glad to know that he wasn't completely writing off her abilities as a writer, or her credibility because she was one. At least, as far as she could tell anyways.
Then the silence reigned. Emmaline bit her lip for a minute, then spoke up, "I'm really sorry I ran into you like that, but thank you for all of this. You really didn't have to go through all of this trouble..." She was quiet then, and decided to revert back to an earlier part of the conversation, "So, uhm... Horseback Riding.... What discipline? I used to show jump.... Back when I was younger, I mean. I haven't ridden in a couple years though."
Okay, so it wasn't the strongest topic, but she was working with what she'd been given. It was just kind of awkward to leave things too quiet. Bennet didn't seem to mind the quiet, but that was just because he was too busy watching the numbers light up in descending order- for some reason he found it fascinating. For about a minute. Then he looked up at Benson and Emmaline again, a doggy grin on his face yet again.
WORDS : Does is really matter?
STATUS : FINISHED
NOTES : Sorry for taking forevvvveeeerrrrr! Seriously! I didn't even realize you had posted! I'm soooo horrible, I know....
LYRICS USED : USE SOMEBODY - KINGS OF LEON
LISTENING TO : The awesomeness that is the Lion King soundtrack
BANNER CREDIT : TANA
|
|
|
|
Post by GAVIN BENSON on Sept 7, 2010 18:08:43 GMT -5
This world has lost its glory.
Lets start a brand new story. Now my love. [/color][/b]  you think that I don't even mean
a single word I say____________________________________________________ Benson nodded and shrugged at her comment on his dancing habits. He just felt one couldn't learn much of anything at a dance. It was just too awkward and loud. Too many people introducing themselves then going about their business. It created this odd tension that stretched and became too much for the man to handle. He just avoided it. ”Lets just say it prevents awkward moments and allows both people involved to enjoy it more. But I dance most classical styles along with blues, swing, and tango. Just personal taste.”
He shrugged again and absentmindedly scratched Bennett's ears as he looked up. It was a habit acquired from his own dogs and he did it without thinking. His eyes fixated momentarily on the flashing lights as the silence stretched and the numbers slowly ticked by. He regretted the fact it was an older building with slower elevators. Honestly he was thankful when Emmaline broke the silence and he actually looked at her full on again shifting nervously as he realized he had broken his own rule already.
”I ride English only. I won't touch western. I used to cross country jump, show jump, and a bit of dressage. Mostly though, I pleasure ride. Trails and the like. I actually have a pair of horses held in a stable outside of the city. I get out when I can...” He pondered the fact he hadn't ridden in a week or two and was glad the stable offered services to help with that. ”Both are younger. One is a gelding, a handsome blood bay, and a small mare. She is a black and white paint. She has the most intense blue eyes.” He shifted nervously again.
Benson, for the first time in his life, felt awkward for having more money. He felt like he was flaunting it and he frowned at himself, again looking distressed externally. He looked back to the numbers as they finally arrived at the parking garage. He wrapped her arm around himself once more and headed for a large black suburban, nothing fancy just what was necessary as his dog car. He unlocked it and opened the back seat letting Benson in and unleashing him before opening the door for Emmaline.
He even held out his hand and lightly helped her in. With a smile he closed the door and walked to the drivers side. Silently wondering what the hell he might be thinking. His eyes closed as he paused outside the door and then opened it and slid in. Starting the car he pulled out and headed for the exit glancing over at her every time he thought she wasn't working. ”Have you started writing anything then....” He said glancing away again to pay attention to the street, ”What intersection is your apartment at?” He stopped at the exit of his parking garage and glanced both directions before looking to Bennett in his rear view mirror._________________________________________ It's only words.
and words are all I have
To take your heart away[/center][/b] |
|
|
|
Post by EMMALINE AUSTIN on Sept 7, 2010 19:47:33 GMT -5
Emmaline smiled a little as he further explained his reasoning for only dancing with partners he knew, "Oh, I understand completely. Close proximity with people you don't really know can be incredibly awkward sometimes..." She then bit her lip, apparently just realizing the irony of what she had just said, considering the close proximity between herself and Benson. Then again, they had introduced themselves already, but still, they weren't close friends or anything.
Of course, then the silence returned. Emmaline watched the numbers slowly creep downward to the level that Benson had selected, the one that had his car on it, one of the garage levels. She smiled a little as Benson explained the disciplines he did, all English, then he went on to describe his horses, "Oh, I always absolutely adored paints, they have such distinctive coloring- it's gorgeous. I always rode Arabians...." She shrugged a little, "They were always fun because they had 'spunk.'"
As he helped her into the car, Emmaline murmured a quiet 'Thank you' before turning her head to make sure that Bennet got in the car with no problems. He hesitated at first, but then hopped in easily and then laid down quietly on the seat. She smiled at him, then watched Benson's progress around to his side of the car. As they pulled out of the garage, she shook her head, "No, I haven't really written much worth mentioning. I've started a couple novels, but the plots had holes, so I never finished them..." She then bit her lip, "Oh, I live just a couple blocks down that way..." She then relayed the intersection and fell quiet for a minute, not really sure what to talk about. At all.
WORDS : Does is really matter?
STATUS : FINISHED
NOTES : Sorry for taking forevvvveeeerrrrr! Seriously! I didn't even realize you had posted! I'm soooo horrible, I know....
LYRICS USED : USE SOMEBODY - KINGS OF LEON
LISTENING TO : The awesomeness that is the Lion King soundtrack
BANNER CREDIT : TANA
|
|
|
|
Post by GAVIN BENSON on Sept 8, 2010 11:17:41 GMT -5
This world has lost its glory.
Lets start a brand new story. Now my love. [/color][/b] you think that I don't even mean
a single word I say____________________________________________________ Benson shrugged. He had never been a fan of Arabians. They seemed to fragile for his taste. His gelding had spunk... well he could be temperamental anyways. He turned the car and headed out into the New York streets. His eyes flashed in thought as he considered everything they had talked about. Honestly they had very little in common. She was interesting though and he couldn't figure out how to make his mind stop muling over how to see her again without seeming creepy.
So most of the car ride passed in silence. He was brooding and she seemed uncomfortable as well. His brow furrowed as he gripped the wheel a little harder losing himself in thought. How the hell was he supposed to handle this? It was far too rare some woman sparked his interest and yet, there was something familiar about her he couldn't place. His mind stretched for it but it seemed just out of reach. He tightened his lips, perhaps it had been the smell of her hair maybe he had known someone who used the same shampoo.
He knew the shampoo thing didn't fit. It was more then that. Something in him was calling him back. He wanted to return to the girl, see her again, be near her. He glanced over and relaxed letting himself melt back to normal. ”Sorry driving in the city is stressful to me...” He muttered the piss poor excuse and pulled into the garage under her building. He pulled into a visitors spot and parked helping first Bennett out then Emmaline. This was getting worse by the moment.
He took a deep breath and was reaffirmed that he felt creepy as he tried to place what it was, maybe her perfume. No it was deeper then that. Perhaps her eyes were the same color as someone he knew, no that wasn't right. Something was there. He frowned again holding the leash and glancing at Emmaline before helping her to the elevator. ”From here you need to lead.” He said plainly still lost in thought and unable to figure out the problem he still needed a reason to see her again. He had to figure out how he could do it without seeming creepy and strange.
This was supposed to be a new suit and over! What had he fallen into, well more like what had her falling gotten him into. Well he was knee deep now and not looking to turn back. It was too big a puzzle, and she was compelling. He looked up to the top of the elevator. He knew she didn't live like him, he wondered if she even had room mates. Either way it didn't matter he was going to put up with it for the moment. Her status was so much lower then his and though his look seemed destining he just had a very disapproving thinking face. He didn't realize he was doing it either just furrowed his brows and tightened his lips without thinking of the impression it gave off. Then again this was a man who practically chained himself to his desk and never left. Inmates got more time outside then Benson._________________________________________ It's only words.
and words are all I have
To take your heart away[/center][/b] |
|
|
|
Post by EMMALINE AUSTIN on Sept 8, 2010 14:17:23 GMT -5
Emmaline really wasn't sure what to make of this man. He didn't seem particularly happy about any of this, yet it came about on his terms. Well, him getting run over wasn't exactly his terms, but everything else had been all him. Emmaline couldn't decide if she wanted to see the man again, to learn more about the puzzle he was, or If she would prefer it to just be a new suit and that was it.
Yet something about him seemed so familiar, like she'd seen it before, and it kept pulling her in deeper. Yes, she would most likely see him again. Perhaps then she might be able to figure out what was really behind the stern look he seemed to carry, with his eyebrows furrowed, his lips taut, his eyes taking on a certain analytical quality. She bit her lip as she thought, the silence in the car omnipresent. It was only broken for a moment as Benson apologized, saying that driving in the city was stressful for him. She nodded a little, "Oh, it's alright. I can understand that...." She had then pointed out the building she lived in and it fell silent again.
Bennett hopped easily from the car, and then stood, sniffing the air around him to get his bearings. Emmaline then thanked Benson again quietly as he helped her from the car. Bennett then walked happily toward the Elevator, and Emmaline nodded as Benson said she would have to lead from there. She reached out to press the button marked as three. Yeah, so she was only on the third level. The elevator ride was significantly shorter this time, and after a few quiet moments, the doors opened to reveal the wide hallway, lined on either side with doors. Emmaline's was to the left, three doors down on the opposite wall as the elevator.
One there, she pulled her keys out of her pocket, smoothing her running skirt after she did so- the fabric looked rumpled. She stuck her key into the lock and pulled her arm from across Benson's shoulders so she could hold the doorknob still and turn the key.
As she pushed the door open, her next door neighbor, an older man named Bert, came out of his door. He waved a little, then noticed Emmaline's shoe in her hand and her ankle was bandaged, "Whatcha do, Emmaline? Are ya alrigh'?"
Emmaline waved him off, quietly responding, "Yeah, I'm fine Bert. Mr. Benson here helped me." She motioned to Benson, then finished pushing her way into the apartment. She dropped her keys in the dish on a table just inside her door, then turned to Benson, "Would you like to come in? Or do you have to get to that business thing?" It wasn't that she didn't want him to come in, it was just that her apartment was so scarcely furnished. She had a couch, a small coffee table, her standard kitchen appliances, and a fully furnished bedroom, complete with a rug, but everywhere else it was just plain, white painted floors. Not exactly fashion forward, but it was cheap. As she waited for him to answer, Bennett had stepped inside the door and Emmaline had unclipped his leash. He immediately went a laid down on his dog bed. Emma bit her lip again, "And really.... Thanks again for all you did for me.
WORDS : Does is really matter?
STATUS : FINISHED
NOTES : Sorry for taking forevvvveeeerrrrr! Seriously! I didn't even realize you had posted! I'm soooo horrible, I know....
LYRICS USED : USE SOMEBODY - KINGS OF LEON
LISTENING TO : The awesomeness that is the Lion King soundtrack
BANNER CREDIT : TANA
|
|
|
|
Post by GAVIN BENSON on Sept 9, 2010 12:29:36 GMT -5
This world has lost its glory.
Lets start a brand new story. Now my love. [/color][/b] you think that I don't even mean
a single word I say____________________________________________________ Gavin nodded awkwardly to the man in the hallway wondering what this must look like. A strange man in a nice button up shirt, a clean leather belt, and expensive dress slacks helping her home with a twisted ankle. He was glad he didn't look creepy. The interaction might have gone differently. He helped her as long as she seemed to want and let her handle her own entrance into the apartment. He wished he had had a pair of crutches he could have given her. It could be miserable trying to get around on a bad leg.
His focus snapped back as he realized he was just hovering in the door way. Both her, and the now flopped Bennett, were inside and he was just standing outside. He clenched his fists trying to decide if he should just get out of there or if he should stay or go. Now he was in trouble. When it came to work he could make split second decisions. He could run a company without blinking and without any hesitation. However his personal life was another thing. He just didn't bother with these sort of things. So as he stood there, caught as if by magic between staying and going. He felt as if he couldn't walk in but something told him not to leave.
His bright eyes turned back to Burt and he forced an other awkward smile then stepped past the threshold. He felt far too strange getting stared at in the hallway. Carefully he closed her door and looked around. It looked alright. Sparse was a good word for her place. Still uncomfortable he clasped his hands behind his back and stood just inside the door, ”I really don't want to impose...”
He shifted, again, and dropped the clasped hands look to run his fingers through his hair. What the hell was he still doing here. He glanced around and before he knew it he was speaking, ”Look. We got off to a bad start... My company is hosting this... Historical Gala... A costume party with a theme if you will. I am supposed to bring someone... You said you like historical fiction. I would cover the cost of the costume rental... I was wondering if you would like to go.” He looked away then back his lips tightening a bit as he shifted his feet.
He was surprised at himself. What the hell was he thinking? He hardly knew this woman. In fact he almost completely expected her to turn him down. He looked to the door, thoughts of just excusing himself and leaving darting through his now panicked mind. If she rejected him he doubted he would try again, then again. He glanced back to Emmaline and that tug hit him again, along with how fantastically her eyes caught him every time. He was in far over his head, there was no going back now. At the very least he would wait until she gave an answer.
”If you do not like that sort of thing its fine. It isn't required you come... Or you could come and we could consider it payment for my suit?” He wasn't going to bring up the fact he was usually the butt of some co-workers jokes because of how rarely he brought a woman along. He was far too private a man to stoop to so low a level. He figured he could woo her with his charms alone, and hell it didn't hurt he was rich. He knew he was of the 'high society' and it often helped his case in these sort of situations._________________________________________ It's only words.
and words are all I have
To take your heart away[/center][/b] |
|
|
|
Post by EMMALINE AUSTIN on Sept 14, 2010 16:22:11 GMT -5
Emmaline shook her head a little as Benson closed the door behind him, saying how he didn't want to impose, "Really, it's no trouble at all...." And it wasn't. It was the least she could do after he had helped her so much. He had taken her to his apartment, bandaged her ankle, and given her a ride home, all after she had knocked him down and ruined his suit. Seriously, there really was no way to fully apologize for something like that. "Do you want some water or something?"
She then stopped for a second, leaning up against the side of her couch to maintain her balance as she listened to Benson. He was.... Asking her to go to a gala with him? Like... as a date? How the heck had she managed that? She ruined his suit and wound up with a date. That just... Wasn't normal. Why would he ask her anyways? She had met him all of an hour ago. And her first impression had been horrible. She had knocked him over and ruined his suit. There was no way that could come off as a good first impression.
Emmaline bit her lip a little as she thought, though her pause was obviously taken as her not wanting to go, since Benson piped up again, saying something about how it wasn't required for her to go, but if she wanted they could consider it payment for his suit. "Oh, no, no! Of course I'd love to go... Just... Well, when is it? Because if it's in the next couple days, I won't be the most suitable company... After all, I won't be able to do much but sit. And talk. Or keep my mouth shut. Whichever seems to be in my favor." She blushed a little, deciding then that shutting her mouth might be in her favor right then. So, she was quiet for a moment, then shook her head, "But really, I can't let you pay for my 'costume.' What's the theme anyways?" She assumed it was most likely a victorian theme, if it was going to be a Gala, but she really couldn't be sure. And she didn't want to show up in something that would put her completely out of place. That would just be embarrassing. For her as well as for Benson, she was sure.
She gave a small, almost embarrassed smile, "I still insist on paying for your suit. I can't have you thinking that a party pays for a suit. It most certainly does not." She shook her head then and pushed herself away from the couch, using a hand on the wall to stabilize herself, "Can I get you something to drink? I don't mean to hold you up if you have somewhere to go... But I'd be more than happy to get you some water. Or I think I might have some tea... Or Coffee?"
WORDS : Does is really matter?
STATUS : FINISHED
NOTES : Crappy post is CRAPPY. SORRYYYYY.
LYRICS USED : USE SOMEBODY - KINGS OF LEON
LISTENING TO : The awesomeness that is the Lion King soundtrack
BANNER CREDIT : TANA
|
|
|
|
Post by GAVIN BENSON on Oct 4, 2010 10:59:28 GMT -5
This world has lost its glory.
Lets start a brand new story. Now my love. [/color][/b] you think that I don't even mean
a single word I say____________________________________________________ Benson stuffed his hands deep into his pockets as he couldn't quite figure out what else he should do. His eyes followed her like a hawk as he tried to determine if he had made a flaw in his judgment. What the hell had he been thinking. He shook his head, and remained silent at the offer of water. He was focused on the task at hand. He wasn't thirsty and even if he was it was only a short drive home. He just wanted an answer then to return home to his dogs. It was unusual for him to feel so much anxiety over a stranger and yet here he was jumping through hoops, in his own mind anyways, to show her he might be interested.
His eyes trailed her as she hobbled around the room and he removed his hands from his pants pockets and clasped them behind his back rather formally. ”Its two weeks out from this weekend. Plenty of time to recover your ankle. It is Victorian themed. Here...” he paused and pulled his wallet out and flipped through a few tabs before withdrawing a card. ”The woman specializes in costumes. Tell her you know me and she should give you a good discount.”
He stepped slowly into her apartment glancing around before holding the card out to her, so she didn't have to hobble about. ”Give her a week notice. She is rather meticulous and likes to fit her costumes to the wearer...”
He took another assessing sweep of her apartment. At least she had the means to live alone. He had always hated roommates. He had tried it for a semester in business school and nearly shot the man before moving out into an apartment of his own. The single life suited his work style and so this step out side of his norm was almost causing him more stress then he could handle. Still here he was asking a woman to do something. Usually his dates started, and ended, with the woman asking him out and then her leaving.
The only relationships he had with women were with his best mates sister, whom had far too much interest in him, while he had far too little interest in her. He found her vapid and a poor judge of character but it was nice from time to time to have a female presence around. Still it was nothing compared to how his mind and body reacted to Emmaline. He wanted to make her smile, seeing as they had spent the afternoon rather moody, and he was still a bit annoyed about his suit.
He shook his head at the second offer of refreshment, ”I need to get a bit of work done then I do have a dinner this evening I can not miss. Perhaps another time. Next time. Lets skip the grass stains however and the sprained ankle.” He waved a hand at his pants and nodded to her ankle, ”I do find they put a damper on the day. Well I must say recover well and I will give you a call closer to the date to arrange everything a bit better.”
He shoved his wallet into his pocket and turned to the door. Opening it he paused and looked back, ”Have a pleasant day.” And with that he vanished out the door his nerves getting the better of him as he closed the door briskly behind him and headed to his car.
He paused at the car door and sighed, ”Blast it.” He muttered, ”I'm not going to be able to stop thinking about her am I?” Shaking his head he climbed into his car and drove back towards his apartment. This was going to be a difficult two weeks. He hated it when his thoughts went off track and that was bound to happen tonight..._________________________________________ It's only words.
and words are all I have
To take your heart away[/center][/b] |
|
|
|
Post by EMMALINE AUSTIN on Oct 4, 2010 16:25:06 GMT -5
Emmaline bit her lip as he kept quiet at her first offer of something to drink, but thankfully the conversation had moved elsewhere. She smiled a little, "Two weeks, okay good. Victorian? That could be really fun..." She made a mental note to write these things down for later, because she was one hundred percent sure she would forget one detail or the other.
She looked up then, focusing on Benson as he continued and then stepped into her apartment further to hand her a business card. She put her hand out as he held the cardboard rectangle out to her, and she took it lightly, staring down at it as he explained. She nodded then, "That sounds great, thanks. I'll be sure to give her plenty of notice." She lowered her hand and smiled up at Benson then, really not totally sure what to say, so she had launched right back into awkwardly offering him something to drink.
Quickly though, she was silenced. She was quiet as he spoke, biting her lip and nodding as he explained that he really did need to get going, "Oh, alright." She then blushed as he asked that their next encounter not include grass stains and a sprained ankle, "Yeah... I'm still really sorry. I probably ruined all of your afternoon plans with that." She shook her head at herself then, biting her lip as she looked up at Benson, her cheeks still tinted pink as she nodded, "Oh, alright. Yeah, calling works."
She then smiled a little, calling after him, "You too?" but he was already gone, the door closed behind him. She shook her head in astonishment, looking over at Bennet, "What on earth just happened, huh?" She shook her head, sighed, smiled, and then squeaked a little as she leaned back too far, causing her to fall from the back of the couch down onto the cushions, leaving her with her legs draped over the back of the couch in a sort of 'upside down' position. She laughed a little, but just lay there, really not sure what to think of the afternoon's encounter. Maybe she should run into people in the park more often- just learn how to do it without spraining her ankle.
Naw.
WORDS : Does it really matter?
STATUS : FINISHED
NOTES : Crappy post is CRAPPY. SORRYYYYY.
LYRICS USED : USE SOMEBODY - KINGS OF LEON
LISTENING TO : The awesomeness that is the Lion King soundtrack
BANNER CREDIT : TANA
|
|
