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Post by GAVIN BENSON on Oct 4, 2010 18:12:40 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 had been fretting this night all week. He had called Emmaline letting her know he would be picking her up at six they would travel half an hour to the gala and then be there for the better part of the evening. Still he was nervous. He didn't often have dates and the boys at the office had been riding him hard about who this mystery woman was that happened to draw him away from his office for more then ten seconds. He just shrugged, kept to himself, and let it go. He had always been a rather private man but he would laugh with them about it sometimes. His usual response was 'Just a woman who owes me a suit.' Which would bring up even more laughter and jests about how the hell she had ruined his suit.
So went his last two weeks and now the night had come and he felt like he should have just not asked and gone alone as he usually did. These events were usually boring and full of pompous fools who were more hot air then sense. His position required him to go and something about Emmaline had made him want to show her his world, as boring as it might be to him, then again things he considered boring were often far more interesting to other people.
He tucked in his shirt and pulled on the crushed velvet jacket. The burgundy hues brought out the richness of his brown eyes making them look almost molten. He tightened the ascot and fluffed it in the manner of the time frowning at himself in the full length mirror. Slowly his fingers worked the buttons of the white, embroidered vest just below his jacket. He wondered how people lived with so many layers, then again it was spring in New York and that meant it was damp and cold. Even at an indoor out door venue he doubted he would be too cold.
He straightened his black stylized pants and looked down at the shiny leather shoes wondering slightly if he would match his date. He hadn't exactly stopped to plan any of this out. Oh well either way he fancied he looked pretty good in all the attire, despite being a man of the new millennium. The look just seemed to fit him somehow. He turned and peered at the long coat tails frowning slightly. That was a trend he was glad had gone out of style. Shaking his head he sighed and ran a comb through his unruly hair once more before heading out onto the roof and into the cool spring evening.
His dogs looked at him sadly, obviously knowing what was going to happen. ”Sorry guys I have somewhere to be tonight.” He refilled their water dish and their food. He rubbed each between the ears then closed them outside, their heated and cooled dog house was almost a small room of its own so he didn't worry for his pets.
He was out of his building as fast as the elevator would let him, top hat on and cane in hand, and slid into the waiting limo. He realized he hadn't warned Emmaline about the transportation, then again it would be horse drawn carriages in the park behind the old mansion for this gala so he supposed that a limo was a little less then it could have been. When Ms. Parsan threw a gala she really went all out. Well why wouldn't you if your a rich old widow?
When the car pulled up in front of Emmaline's apartments he stepped out, drawing quite a few strange looks from passing folk and called her on his cell letting her know he had arrived. So he stood, stoic and nervous, outside of the limo with his hand on the cane, which he leaned upon, and a frown on his features._________________________________________ It's only words.
and words are all I have
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Post by EMMALINE AUSTIN on Oct 4, 2010 19:17:24 GMT -5
w e. c a n. d o. i t. e v e n. b e t t e r. w i t h
---------b r o k e n h e e l s
Oh dear. Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear. It was the day of the Gala, and Benson was going to be there to pick her up in just a few hours. Needless to say, Emmaline was stressing.
Thankfully, her ankle had healed, so she was able to walk normally again, and as a testament to that, she was running around her apartment, holding bobby pins in her teeth as she tried to get everything together. Her dress was still hanging in her kitchen(long story, but it was the only place to hang it out of the reach of Bennet) in a dress bag, and her shoes were on the couch. Her hair styling supplies were strewn across her bathroom counter as well as her makeup. She grabbed a pair of pearl earrings and a necklace to go with it, putting them on before hurrying back into the bathroom so she could finish re-curling her naturally curly hair and pinning it up. After that was done, she set to work on her makeup.
Eyeliner, eyeshadow, mascara, lip-gloss, all of the essentials were applied, and then came the important part. She changed from her tank top and pajama shorts into her dress, adjusting it just a little as she stood in front of the full length mirror. She turned to look at the dress from a couple angles, then smiled a little. Benson had been right to send her to the costume woman- the dress was fantastic. A little more modernized, but still fantastic. And when she said she was going with Benson, the woman had practically just given her the dress. Honestly, it was like she was an excited mother doing everything to make her son's first date perfect.
She sighed a little, then smiled as Bennet came trotting over, giving a little 'woof' to let Emma know he was hungry. "Oh! Shoot! Sorry boy, just a sec." She then picked up her skirt and ran back into the kitchen to put some dog food in a bowl and fill Bennet's water dish. "Alright, Bert is going to take you outside in a little while, be good for him, okay?" Emmaline then wrote a quick note for Bert, thanking him and leaving him enough money to buy himself a pizza or something.
Then her phone rang.
Emmaline pounced on it, really not sure why she was so excited for this evening. It had been stressing her all week as she had to get her dress and then figure out what to do with her hair and what-not. It was a lot of work. "Hello? Oh, Benson! Yeah, I'll be down in just a minute. Let me just let Bennet out real quick, alright?" She then went to open the sliding glass door that led out to the 'community dog yard' that each level had. It wasn't much, just a length of grass than ran the side of the building in lieu of a porch. Each apartment had a section that could be blocked off by gate. Emmaline's was right now to make it easier for Bert.
As soon as Bennet came back in Emma locked the door, grabbed her shoes and a small hand bag with her lipgloss, phone, and other essential items, and then went to leave.
Locking the door behind her, Emma realized she probably should have brought a coat, but it was too late now, Benson was waiting for her.
As quick as she could, she got on the elevator, taking it down to the first floor lobby. She stumbled out of the elevator, trying to put on her shoes as she walked, mumbling to herself, "Bloody shoes..." Finally she got herself situated and she went out to greet Benson with a smile, "Sorry about that... You look great." Her voice trailed off then as she realized the limo behind him was their transportation, "Woah...."
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Post by GAVIN BENSON on Oct 5, 2010 0:56:11 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 shifted nervously as the minutes ticked. She had let out her dog before leaving, as a dog owner he completely understood the need, still it made the waiting all the longer. Anticipation ate at him like a rabid wolf nearly making his skin crawl. He hadn't seen the woman since their accidental meeting and since the moment it had happened her face had swam before his eyes and distracted him. Everyone had said so at work, and in his meetings, he just wasn't himself, he was off however in a good way.
When she finally stepped onto the street he did a double take. His eyes flashed over the dress and he mentally purred like a pleased feline. He had some how forgotten some details. Little things that made her more graceful in body and movement then their last meeting had led him to believe. Slowly his gaze met her eyes and he swallowed hard. He extended a gloved hand to her and nodded slowly.
”How have you been Emmaline?” He asked as pleasantly as he could and opened the door with his free hand.
Benson shifted the cane into his free hand and opened the door to the limo with a curt nod and a small smile. He couldn't help himself. Mentally he noted her lack of a jacket and was, momentarily, glad that he was wearing so many layers. He glanced her over once more before realizing he probably seemed quite rude. Clearing his throat he looked away onto the street trying to think of something to say that could convey what he was thinking.
Unfortunately due, again, to his usual manner of furrowing his brow he looked a little troubled, ”You look amazing tonight Emmaline. He tugged at his ascot and followed her into the limo and closed the door swiftly. He sat across from her stiffly and tapped the head of his cane softly on the glass. The limo slowly coasted into motion, smooth and easy in that way only limos seem to.
”Were going down towards the docks... She owns an ocean front property and likes to keep her yacht at the port. I never understood yacht's... I just am not the biggest fan of boating in general.” Then again this was coming from a man who had grown up horseback riding and to evening parties, and not the wild kind. Still the old woman was a major donor to snap and he couldn't exactly ignore that in the long run if he intended to stay wealthy.
The limo slid quickly along and soon enough Benson found himself starring out of the window, too nervous about all of this to really do anything but stare at her when he thought she wasn't looking. Women always had this sixth sense about them though and he doubted she had missed his attentions. He was trying his damnedest to show he was interested but his best was hardly even making sense. Hell he had been so flustered on their last meeting he had left without saying good bye. He intended to change that tonight and be a figure of perfect gentlemanly charm. He was aweful at it but he was going to make a serious effort. _________________________________________ It's only words.
and words are all I have
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Post by EMMALINE AUSTIN on Oct 5, 2010 16:55:10 GMT -5
w e. c a n. d o. i t. e v e n. b e t t e r. w i t h
---------b r o k e n h e e l s
Emmaline smiled as she stood there for a second, then did a little curtsy, just to be funny. She then took the gloved hand he held out to her gently, "I've been good.... Busy, but good. I didn't sprain my ankle again in the last two weeks, so I'd say I'm doing well on that front too." She laughed a little and slid into the limo with the help of Benson, "I hope you've been avoiding grass stains too? I'd hate to hear of another suit that was ruined by grass."
She then watched as Benson climbed in the limo, waiting until he closed the door to speak, "Thank you, You look fantastic too. Good call on the dress, by the way. But how have you been? I hope that my destroying your suit hasn't affected your work capability or anything..." She smiled a little, then was quiet as he explained where they were going, and she nodded a little. Her nose wrinkled ever so slightly at the mention of the yacht- she wasn't a big fan of boating, she had gotten seasick once when she was little, and had never much cared for it since.
"We aren't going to be boating tonight, are we? I don't really like boats...." She shrugged just a little then was quiet, staring out the window, tracing designs on the back of her hand with the middle finger of the other hand. It wasn't a real productive way to spend time, but it was effective. She chewed her lip as she watched the passing buildings and occasional tree, signaling that they were drawing nearer to the docks.
Every now and again she would glance over at Benson, catch him looking at her, pretend not to notice, and then look out the window again. Finally she came up with a decent question, "How often do you go to these things? These galas, I mean...."
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Post by GAVIN BENSON on Oct 6, 2010 13:54:51 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 his eyes flashing out the window more often. What the hell had he been thinking? This woman drove him nuts, in the absolute best way. This however caused him to be further awkward as he tried to deny his feelings and not show her them at the same time. The result was an uncomfortable shifting that made him look, as usual, discontent. He glanced over again and nodded once more,
”I have managed to avoid it since then. I have taken into changing before the park so it is unlikely to happen again.” He fell silent a moment then started again, ”I am glad your ankle is doing better. It seemed quite painful when it happened.” He shifted again forcing a small smile then looked out the window again. He didn't know how to handle women very well so this was an effort from him.
When she spoke of the dress though his attention pulled back in full and he actually gave her an honest smile. ”I knew she would find something. She is brilliant at what she does after all. All of the elite tend to only use her for these silly things. She has been a friend of the family for years. However until I moved out here I didn't have the opportunity to use her services very often.” He honestly was proud of his connection with the woman. She was a sweet lady who was great at what she did. She spent hours with costumers from time to time just getting the fit right so they would look their grandest for whatever they were going to.
”As for me I have been fine... the ruining of my suit didn't effect my work but I have been mentally off for a while. Just have something on my mind I can't seem to get rid of.” He shrugged but didn't elaborate in fear of sounding like a stalker. Having a man who you ran over ask you out was probably odd enough for Emmaline he didn't want to tell her he hadn't been sleeping properly because he was wondering if she might be having the same problem. It felt like he was sixteen and having his first crush not a grown man, waist deep in corporate America, trying to run a massive company.
He shook his head at the mention of boats, ”No she can't fit everyone on her boat no matter how hard she tried. This is a rather large event... Its raising money for charity after all and what rich man doesn't like to be parted with his money.” He said rather sarcastically. ”She has found... if you force people to dress up their discomfort leads them to drinking, and the drunk elite give more generously.” He shook his head, ”I never will understand why the rich can't give just a smidgen of their fortunes to those in need.”
With a shrug he dropped the subject and glanced out the window stiffly once more. When she spoke he returned those warm brown eyes on her and sighed, ”Between every other week to once a month. Its pretty much a requirement for me to make an appearance. I am the face of snap after all. The board of trustee's practically demands me to show my face every few events. It is good for the image of the company for people to see me out giving to things. Its good I enjoy philanthropy or this could be more tedious then it already is. I am sure even people from Victorian times would get sick of balls if they were required to attend.” With a shrug of his shoulders he glanced out the window seeing as they were drawing near.
His nerves grew tense and he searched for a question. They slid through a massive silver gate and coasted down a long drive towards an absolutely massive home. His mind grasped harder, ”So have you ever been to a themed dance before?” He shifted a bit in his seat figuring he should probably elaborate, “It is very much the same as any themed party... only the conversation tends to be dryer.”[/b][/color][/size] _________________________________________ It's only words.
and words are all I have
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Post by EMMALINE AUSTIN on Oct 13, 2010 19:17:02 GMT -5
w e. c a n. d o. i t. e v e n. b e t t e r. w i t h
---------b r o k e n h e e l s
Emmaline smiled a little, nodding, "Good. I'm still really sorry I knocked you over. Seriously, I didn't hurt you, did I?" She laughed a little, "But changing is a good idea. Just in case you have another encounter with someone like me." She shook her head at herself, then nodded a little, "It really wasn't that bad, but I'm glad it's better too. Bennett was getting sick of being cooped up so much."
She smiled and nodded at Benson's praise for the woman, "Yeah, she seemed really nice, and she did a fantastic job. I'll have to keep her in mind the next time I need a formal dress. And not just a costume. She does such fantastic work, she deserves to have projects other than silly costumes." She shrugged a little, then looked out the window for a moment, watching their progression toward the party.
She turned back when he answered her question, and she grinned, "Oh good. I was worried that it was your favorite suit or something, and its loss would damage you emotionally or something." She raised an eyebrow then, "Well, perhaps the gala can help you get that off your mind, hmm?" She offered it hopefully, knowing what it was like to have something on your mind that you couldn't get rid of.
Emmaline relaxed visibly when he said that they wouldn't be on the boat, "Thank goodness! Boats just... Really aren't my thing." She blushed a little at that, and bit her lip, looking back out the window. After a minute though, she looked back, nodding a little, "People are more giving with anything when they're drunk it seems. So it makes sense." She then thought a little, "I don't know. I really have no experience in that aspect, so I couldn't really give any insight." She shrugged a little then folded her hands in her lap, biting her lip a little as she looked around the inside of the limo.
She shook her head then, "Every other week? Wow... That's... A lot of events." She smiled a little, "Do you ever wish that you weren't the face of Snap? I mean, it's good that you enjoy the philanthropy and all, but does it ever just get... Old?" She leaned over, resting her elbows on her knees, and resting her chin on her hands, "I mean, I understand if it's personal or something, but I'm just curious. I can imagine that it would get boring, just like if the people from Victorian times were required to attend balls. It would all get so monotonous, I would think."
She glanced out the window then as they pulled through a huge gate and up to an even larger house. She was silent for a moment as she gaped up at the building in awe, it was absolutely stunning, it was one of the most beautiful houses she had ever seen. She shook her head and focused on Benson again as he spoke, "No. No, I can't say I have." She admitted this with the smallest of coy smiles, "Hopefully my lack of experience will keep the conversation from being too terribly dry, huh?"
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Post by GAVIN BENSON on Oct 18, 2010 11:42:40 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 glanced back over and shook his head firmly. ”I might be a business man but I can take a fall just fine. Now if I had been tangled up in a Great Dane. I might have sprained my ankle.” It had been meant to be a joke. He had tried and even managed one of those awkward half smiles he seemed to produce at random. It faded quickly though making him worry she might think him serious. He needed to say something but nothing came to mind as they coasted up the long drive towards the massive house.
”She is a brilliant seamstress and a wonderful person.” He added and nodded. There really wasn't much else to say. She was a good friend, well in the way a grandmother is. She had known him since he was about ten and had always been kind. He didn't mind her doting affection seeing as his family was cold, mostly. They were, well, private people and he had long since left that life.
She went back to the park incident and he almost laughed despite himself. She couldn't get over the fact she had knocked him over and he couldn't get over her. The way the human mind worked was baffling so he forced himself to refrain from chuckling and shook his head easily, ”It's a suit. You hurt yourself far worse then me. I am fine, well and my suit, though ruined, will not ruin my month it was just a suit.”
He finally did chuckle and rose a brow at her looking amused now, ”It seems your the one who needs to get it off your mind. You can't leave it alone. Lets just say it was a chance meeting that got you invited to a party instead hum?”
He watched the car stop in the long line leading up to the door. It seemed they had a little time to chat before getting out, ”It can be.” He said with a shrug, ”It has always been a part of my life though. Since I was young my father has been taking me to these things. He is a brilliant man but his preference is in law, mine never was. Snap was my choice.” He shrugged again looking down at his knees in thought.
”Then again I really don't get out much.” He left it as that deciding she really didn't want to hear much about his recluse life. She probably would turn away and vanish if she found out this was the first date he had been on all year, not joking, and these were the only things he went to outside of his work, and walking his dogs. Then he realized how dull he sounded, even in his head. ”Don't get me wrong. These things are fun. Some times its just formal, sometimes its themed like tonight, last Halloween we had a masquerade and that was a pretty amazing experience.”
He returned her smile with a small one of his own as they finally reached the front of the line, ”I am sure you will add some much needed color into the room Emmaline.” The door swung open as the driver came around and he stepped out, shifting his cane so he could lean on it. Then he offered Emmaline his hand to help her out of the car, ”Now just take my arm and follow my lead until we have been introduced then your welcome to abandon me for better entertainment if you choose.” He said with a glance around.
Her could see the eyes on him. They knew he had brought someone. No doubt someone spread it like wild fire. Gossip never fell short at these sort of things. Seeing as he almost always came with a party of friends or alone this was huge news. He frowned but quickly put it in check and stood as proudly as he could, he was a Benson damn it and he wouldn't be intimidated. He was a rock and he steeled himself to their scrutiny, besides he had an attractive date tonight, there was nothing they could say or do to upset him. So the elite swirled passed in their massive gowns and frilled suits and he couldn't care less, he had eyes only for Emmaline. _________________________________________ It's only words.
and words are all I have
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Post by EMMALINE AUSTIN on Nov 18, 2010 18:47:53 GMT -5
w e. c a n. d o. i t. e v e n. b e t t e r. w i t h
---------b r o k e n h e e l s
Emmaline smiled a little as Benson joked, and she nodded "That's true.... You know, Bennet's been moping these last couple days. He doesn't much care for being on his own, so he wasn't too happy about this whole gala thing." She smirked a little at that, biting her lip as her gaze turned out the window behind her, and she leaned on the back of the seat as she sat in it sideways, watching the trees pass by in dark blurs.
Nodding a little at Benson's analysis of the seamstress, Emmaline, without turning to look, gave a quiet, "Mmmhmmmm....." There really wasn't much else to say on the matter, so she just continued to watch out the window, wondering just how badly she would stick out once they reached the gala. After all, she'd never been to a party fancier that her high school prom, which really wasn't anything special either. She had gone with a group of friends, and a guy had spilled punch on her, which ruined her dress. Definitely not her best night. A thought struck Emma then, 'Oh, crap. I REALLY hope nobody spills punch on me- What am I thinking? There is not going to be punch at a gala like this. That would be ridiculous." She smirked a little at her own ridiculousness, then let the smile fade away as she looked over to Benson who chuckled then, and she blushed a little, admitting, "Maybe I do...." She smiled then, looking out the window again as the car came to a stop. If Emmaline hadn't reminded herself to breathe it was likely that, at the sight of the house in the distance, she might stop breathing altogether and pass out.
When Benson started talking again, she pulled her gaze from the window and turned to face Benson as he spoke. She nodded a little, as he said that his father's preference was in Law, and instead, Benson chose Snap. She then raised an eyebrow as he said he didn't get out much. That was a little surprising, considering the fact that he was the CEO of Snap.com, the biggest search engine on the internet. She didn't want to be rude or anything, however, so she just commented on the other events, "A Masquerade? That must have been pretty spectacular." She smiled then, wondering how a masquerade would compare to the evening they had before them.
As her smile was returned, she rolled her eyes a little as she blushed. She laughed a bit then, "I most certainly will, what with my inability to control my blushing." A small, sheepish smile crossed her face as she looked out the window one last time to see where they were getting out. She looked over as the door swung open and Benson climbed out. She took his hand as he offered it and stepped out tentatively, biting her lip as she saw people turn to look at them. She smiled as the first camera flash went off though, and she took Benson's arm as instructed, and then looked up at him, "Oh, ho, ho, nuh-uh. you're not getting rid of me that easy. I've never been to one of these, and I'd make a total fool of myself if I went off on my own. No, you'll be stuck with me for the whole evening." She teased him a little, then smiled again. It was looking to be the start of a nice evening.
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Post by GAVIN BENSON on Nov 22, 2010 12:13:09 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 watched her with fascination. His stare was fixed at times and focused, but he just couldn’t figure her out. His eyes turned to the crowd as he saw attention swing their way. Well he had expected as much. The hall would be all abuzz with it by the time they entered. He hopped attention would lessen as time passed, but he could hope couldn’t he. Still he determined, against his better judgment, that perhaps he had brought the best looking girl here. Then again Benson was always a biased man.
He straightened his suit and then placed her hand lightly onto the crook of his arm then closed the door to the car. He shrugged his shoulders lightly peering around with a neutral expression, ”The masquerade was fantastic. It’s always interesting to put on a mask. Besides you can tell a lot about a person on what mask they choose.”
He could see people were trying to hide their stares, at times they succeeded and at others, well it was obvious. He doubted they would bother them much, but he prepared himself for questions if they came. If nothing else the rich loved their gossip and Benson was a private man which didn’t help his case, gossip was more choice when there was so little of it. His eyes flashed back to her as he began gently leading her across the open courtyard and took care leading her up the steps. His cane was placed lightly upon the stones sending a merry ring after them.
He glanced down at her as they reached the doors, ”I think you have more courage than most of the women here. If they had ruined one of my suits they would probably vanish for months from embarrassment. You’re not a wilting flower from what I’ve seen.” He gave her a little firm nod, as if that settled things. It was as close as a complement as he seemed capable most of the time. His nervous stiffness was not doing much to help his case.
He couldn’t help it. This woman was witty, quick, and not one to back off even if he was distant and moody. He took a deep breath as they swept through the entrance.”Good, I was hoping as much.” He shot her a softened look, one that showed a bit of relief. Honestly it was good to hear reassurance of the matter, ”However I will need to dance with a few other people for appearances sake but I won’t take off quickly. I promise.” People side stepped and stared after them with curiosity before they reached the top of a curved stair case. There a man stood and below a real orchestra played Victorian tunes. Atop the stairs stood a man with a list and with a flick of a quill pen, probably to match the theme, he ticked the name off his list.
He cleared his throat, ”Name of your guest please.” He stared at Emmaline with a bored indifference but his eyes burned with curiosity. Gossip was worth more than gold to the hired help.
”Emmaline Austin.” Benson said with a look that set the man onto his heels. His eyes hardened and the announcer cleared his throat and turned to face the crowd.
”LORD GAVIN BENSON AND HIS GUEST LADY EMMALINE AUSTIN!” He belted into the crowd and for a moment the dancer’s faltered. For half a moment all eyes turned to the pair then a pair of hands clapped in the distance and everything resumed with a slight buzzing as people took up the tidbit. Benson almost always came alone.
Benson swept her down the stairs with a nod to people as he passed and glanced own to Emmaline, ”I am sorry. I don’t often bring people to these things. You are going to be a bit of a marvel to them.” he said with a small shrug and lightly brushed through the crowd only nodding here and there. ”Now we need to greet the hostess then we can move on to enjoying this gala.”
He came to a stop in front of an elderly woman. She was portly but clearly happy and when Benson pulled to a stop before her large velvet chair she grinned broadly, ”Oh Benson you made it! Who is your friend then?” She pushed her glasses up her nose and peered at her.
”Her name is Emmaline. Emmaline this is Mrs. Urmile.” He bowed his head, ”You always through the best parties Celia. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” He executed a formal bow and looked to Emmaline encouraging her to say something. It was a formality he didn’t really care about but Celia Urmile was a kind woman, she just liked her parties too much at times. This theme fit him far better than some however so he was more at his ease.
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Post by EMMALINE AUSTIN on Nov 24, 2010 20:56:53 GMT -5
w e. c a n. d o. i t. e v e n. b e t t e r. w i t h
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Emmaline smiled a little as he adjusted her hand so it was on the crook of his arm, then she watched as he closed the door. She nodded a little, agreeing "It sounds like it was.... Masks really can tell you a lot about a person's personality. " She looked over at the cameras, smiling to them one last time before she and Benson headed toward the large, fantastic mansion.
She paused at the top of the stairs, glancing up at Benson as he said she was most likely the owner of more courage than any of the other women at the Gala, "Huh... Well, I'm not really one to hide, I guess." She shrugged a little, dropping her gaze down to the ground with a blush, biting her lip as they stepped through the large double doors. Grinning as he seemed a little relieved, she was glad that he wasn't going to force her to be too social and go off on her own. That really wasn't her thing. She'd come with Benson, and she planned on staying with him for the rest of the evening. Nodding a little, she gave a smile, "Alright, as long as you promise nobody else is going to dance with me or anything." She was teasing a little, but only slightly. She couldn't be trusted to safely interact with the rich and famous- Benson's ruined suit was evidence of that.
Emmaline stepped over to the top of the stairs with Benson then, and she was about to give the man her name as it was asked for, but Benson beat her to it. She pouted for a second, but she wasn't able to maintain the attitude for long, as their names were called out, and she and Benson descended down the stairs. She bit her lip, then reminded herself to smile as the people watched for a moment. After all, she couldn't have it looking like she was a surly guest. What would her parents say? Or, more specifically, what would her mother say?
As they reached the base of the stairs, she looked up at Benson, listening as he explained that he never really brought guests to these sort of things, and she raised an eyebrow ever so slightly, "Oh really? And why not?" Her attention was quickly diverted then as Benson said they needed to greet the hostess. She nodded a little and followed him over, smiling quietly as the pair spoke. When they looked to her, waiting for her to speak, she curtsied a little before speaking quietly, "It's a pleasure, Mrs. Urmile. You have a lovely home, and this gala is, well, the general splendor is admirable." She smiled politely, looking up to Benson for a moment, wondering if she needed to say anything more.
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Post by GAVIN BENSON on Nov 29, 2010 15:04:12 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 smiled as cameras flashed in the background, a brilliant flash that made him turn his head away. He really had no care for what the elite were going to gossip about tomorrow, but he was sure he would be involved. For a moment he doubted his decision bringing Emmaline here to be thrown into this sort of hell. If she so much as insulted one guest he could say his reputation would be well and truly tarnished. His eyes slowly drifted to the girl as she spoke to the host and he felt assured. Emmaline handled the woman with all the delicate care of someone who had been in this wild flurry her whole life. It caused a small smile to creep to the corners of his lips.
He turned his attention elsewhere and Mrs. Urmile reached out and touched Emmaline’s arm with a gentle smile, ”You must be something quite special.” She held up a tiny pair of glasses to peer at Emmaline. ”It’s a wonder he brought you out at all. He’s such a shut in. Still he is a good man if you can get past all that.” She waved her glasses at Benson who had turned to talk to a gentleman behind him a moment. With a wink she motioned them along seeing as now other couples were waiting.
Benson turned back and reclaimed Emmaline’s hand with a small bow to Mrs. Urmile and stepped passed into the masses. He let out a large sigh, ”Now that formalities are over we go and enjoy ourselves. Now about you dancing with other people you said you were good at couples dancing now is your chance to prove it. Everyone here will help you along if you get lost. No one will judge you. Usually the later it gets, the drunker people get, the less they watch their footing.” He instructed lazily. He was just glad so far things seemed to be working out.
The tension in his face slowly eased and he took a couple slow breaths. Right at that moment a waltz started and the crowd cleared to the edges rather abruptly leaving them stranded in the middle of the floor. His expression suddenly stiffened again as he glanced around seeing as couples began to fill the space around them. He surveyed the crowd and noticed they were being watched like a hawk. People were expecting him to step off the floor, this girl was too new, too fresh. Well Emmaline was different he was finding. His attention turned to her and he moved her hand from his arm to his left hand and took a step before her.
”Emmaline. May I have this dance?” He bowed low but his eyes remained focused on hers, his face was tight. Half of him feared she would simply decline and well then wouldn’t they be the laughing stock of the upper class, well he would be. Emmaline, if she messed up too much wouldn’t move in these circles again, she would fade back to her average life as if this were just another story. He didn’t want that. Something in him whispered that this was too perfect to ignore, she was too special too important to lose so easily. So his haughty self was being betrayed by the love that spanned across the pages of a single novel. A novel so great that it had multiple sequels written by less imaginative artists to create a perfect life for the pair. No Mr. Darcy could feel Elizabeth calling to him and he wasn’t going to let this human facet take it from him. He wasn’t awakened yet but the feelings were there, calling.
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and words are all I have
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Post by EMMALINE AUSTIN on Dec 7, 2010 16:59:45 GMT -5
w e. c a n. d o. i t. e v e n. b e t t e r. w i t h
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Emmaline smiled a little, reassured by the fact that Benson hadn't stepped in to correct any mistakes she'd made. That was definitely a good sign. She looked to Mrs. Urmile as a hand was set on her arm, and she nodded a little, "Absolutely, I had to run into him while he was out with his dogs in order for him to even say anything." Never mind the fact that she had actually physically run into him and knock him over in order to even catch his notice.
She gave a small dip as they were waved along, a smile on her features as she and Benson moved past. She looked up to Benson as he assured her she would be fine. She shook her head a little, "Uhm... Alright, if you say so. I think I'll need to take it easy on the alcohol then, if I plan on escaping with toes unscathed, huh?" She smiled then, biting her lip. A song started, and a moment's listening revealed it to be a waltz. Emmaline half expected to be led to the edge of her room, but as she looked around, she saw all of the couples move away, leaving herself and Benson standing almost alone in the middle of the floor.
She blushed a little as she looked around and noticed a lot of the people watching them, but she looked up at Benson as took charge and he shifted her hand into his left. She bit her lip a little and nodded as he asked if he could have the dance, and she dipped into a small curtsy as he bowed to start the dance. She kept her hand in his, putting her other one lightly on his shoulder. She smiled, a little unsure of herself, but she wasn't about to let Benson know that. After all, he had more to lose from all of this than she did.
In the back of her mind, she heard the words of Jane Austen, describing one Mr. Darcy, and it was suddenly like they had changed to describe Benson. She blinked a little, unsure of where it had come from, but that could be sorted out later. Now, it was time for the dance. She with Benson. Elizabeth with Mr. Darcy.
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Post by GAVIN BENSON on Dec 7, 2010 18:57:21 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____________________________________________________[/center] Benson glanced around as the floor filled and he relaxed. A muscle twitched in the corner of his jaw as he glanced down to Emmaline. It wasn’t tension created by her but trying to remember how to dance. It had been months since he had asked anyone, then again he had been dancing since he was a small child. His father was a very proper man and had insisted upon his learning.
With two steps he realized he knew exactly what he was doing. He took a slow turn and began the slow spinning circuit of the floor, following the flow of the dance floor as people began to move with the music. He moved gracefully and with all the confidence he seemed to show in everything. His eyes would flick over the floor to make sure they weren’t about to crash before returning to his partner.
He marveled at how fascinating she was. Such a diamond in the rough. He wondered what she would be like if she had been brought up in high society. Then again she probably would be the same as the rest of these women, stuck up, and more interested in gossip then doing anything. Perhaps money was a bad thing for a woman to have. He was too proud to think it did the same to men. Perhaps it was an older way of thinking but he watched men save for years only to marry a young needy girl. She would blow their fortunes faster than they could blink.
He glanced to Emmaline realizing she had much simpler taste. Perhaps he should stop by her apartment some time, or invite her for coffee. That showed interest after all. Then again he was nervous of her. She was so different from his normal society. She was sharp and witty and it amused him to watch her marvel at his world. Perhaps he would make an attempt to see hers. He spun her slowly out then pulled her back to him blinking as, for a moment, they were chest to chest.
His jaw tightened again as he felt his heart stir. How odd, how very peculiar, he thought to himself. She was new, they had only met once before this but here she was so she must have some returned interest. He was so lost in thought that he nearly ran into another couple. Snapping back to the present he shook his head.
”Sorry about that. I’m usually better at this.” He commented idely.
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Post by EMMALINE AUSTIN on Dec 28, 2010 0:29:15 GMT -5
w e. c a n. d o. i t. e v e n. b e t t e r. w i t h
---------b r o k e n h e e l s
Emmaline smiled a little as Benson seemed to relax, but she watched a little as he seemed to have forgotten something. She didn't want to pry though, so she kept quiet and instead just broadened her smile a little, waiting for him to lead the dance.
When he did, she followed easily. Slightly tentatively, but easily. Thankfully, Benson seemed more confident now, and so she knew he wouldn't let her make too much of a fool of herself. After all, she had arrived with him, and if she messed up, it could really tarnish his reputation, she she couldn't do that to him. Ruining a suit was about as far as she was willing to go on the negative side.
The thought threatened to pull the smile from her face, remembering the event and thinking that maybe it would be best if he didn't take the risk anymore. Maybe she should just end it after tonight, not that there was much to end anyways. Just a dance. She looked up at Benson, biting her lip a little before she smiled and was spun out, and she spun back in gently, being extra careful not to run into Benson or something, because that would be really embarrassing. She looked up for a moment as they were chest to chest, then diverted her gaze elsewhere, blushing a little.
'I wouldn't dance with him for all of Meryton, let alone the miserable half.'
Emmaline blinked a little at that, but pushed the voice aside, reasoning it as nothing more than her mind making connections to Pride and Prejudice. She looked up at Benson again, smiling as he apologized, shaking her head to discredit his apology, "It's fine.... I'm-" She then managed to step on his foot, "Oh! I'm Sorry! Blushing profusely, she pulled back a little, glancing down to make sure she didn't to it again, "I hope nobody saw that...." She bit her lip in frustration, then looked up at Benson, not really sure what to say, so she just smiled, trying to figure out why her heart was racing. She couldn't be developing feelings for him, could she? She hadn't know him, and besides, he was probably just being a gentleman. She was sure he really wanted nothing to do with her, since she was nothing more than a poor college student who could barely afford an apartment. No, he was just being a gentleman.
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Post by GAVIN BENSON on Dec 30, 2010 15:53:51 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____________________________________________________[/center] Benson glanced at his feet frowning a moment as she stepped on them. His eyes flashed to the crowd thinking he saw some laughing and his eyes blazed in silent annoyance. It was not his way to chastise others, but he was on the verge of exploding at them. Foolish socialites thinking that everyone should learn all the finery, sure he agreed most of the time. Then again he had never really had a… well what was she? Friend? Girlfriend? Anything? Below his class. Still he understood the working class didn’t have time for such mundane hobbies as perfecting a dance dead for ages.
”Do not think anything of it.” He said through gritted teeth. Sadly, again, his emotion sounded completely different from his words. He was thinking on the crowd not her. ”Hold on a moment.” Without thinking he pulled her closer, their chests touched a bit firmer and he blushed momentarily. As quick as the color came it ebbed away. With a slight squeeze to her hand he took a firmer lead. He led like he had lived the dance, ’Despite my better judgment I have fallen-’
He cut the thought off and frowned to himself. This was not a time to be thinking about some silly book. He switched their foot work in to a Vietnamese waltz and moved her cautiously, making sure to balance her on the proper foot, to avoid the same mistake he had made earlier and causing her to stumble. He was a damned good lead when he put his mind to it. He moved as if he owned the dance floor and now the people at the sides were not laughing, they watched with speculation looking for something to jump on. He found them hateful wolves waiting to take down prey, he wondered what had compelled him to bring her to this place. ”Remember something for me Emmaline.” He said his eyes sweeping the floor ahead and not landing on her, ”In dance. If you falter, if you trip, step on my toes, anything of that sort. It is always the lead’s fault. No matter how foolish. Never apologies for what isn’t your fault. I should be the one saying I am sorry to you for my bad lead. Now stop worrying and enjoy yourself.”
He assumed he should take the advice himself and flashed her a tight smile, still focused on the dance. His movement was suddenly fluid, less stiff, and he moved with an ease of a practiced dancer. He had been taught for such functions from a young age, and despite his hesitance about the dance floor, he was not a bad dancer.
”How about we talk. To take your mind from the dance…” He said with a glance to her and a lopsided smile. He was trying to make the woman feel at home in a room full of strangers, he must have gone mad. If he had been in her place he would hardly speak a word and keep to simply stalking about like a brooding panther. Still he was trying to make the woman in his arms feel welcome.
As the song ended he stepped back and held her hand bowing before sweeping her off the dance floor and back into the safety of the crowd. ”Do you need refreshment or want to sit down. I am sure we could find a table.” He said glanceing to faces that watched them past. He had the distinctive urge to reach out and hit a man across the jaw for the way he gaped as the pair walked by but he used his reserve and refrained. Again that tension in his jaw returned. What the hell was he thinking, ”It was all for you…’ His mind whispered and he frowned. It was unusual to get such thoughts of a book in his mind at a time like this.
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