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Post by GAVIN BENSON on Apr 6, 2011 15:50:56 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 walked slowly with her his eyes constantly darting back to her. Little things might pull his attention away for just a slow moment, then he would glance back to see her expression. He felt revealed she hadn't vanished each time he looked over. Something about her felt so surreal, so strangely familiar. It all seemed horridly like one of those embarrassing dreams. He stepped easily through the mostly empty gardens then led her down the dock. It swayed slightly beneath his feet. The motion was small but relaxing. He clasped his hands behind his back again. His eyes slowly pulled away from the beauty at his side to take in the beauty of the dark ocean before him.
The light pollution of New York City lit up the sky wherever it found a bit of cloud to reflect off of. Even with that odd radioactive glow from the crowd the sea was peaceful. It was calm tonight, the sound of waves hitting the rock wall behind them was melancholy but calming. He cast those coffee grind eyes out over the harbor and breathed in the salty air. One day he was going to own an estate like this one. Perhaps he would do that sooner instead of later. He liked his sky rise, sure, it was close to work, but he wanted a place to call his own, perhaps a piano as well.
He unclasped his hands to run his fingers through his hair and looked over at Emma line with a dismisive shrug, ”I didn't find it rambling at all. I was thinking you were right. I like starring at it. I think I will buy a property on the ocean one day... maybe with a yard for the dogs.” For a moment he seemed lost in another world. His features softened from their nervous tension as he looked at the slowly rolling monster of blue beyond the end of the dock.
He shook his head and looked back at her with a small lopsided smile. Then he looked back at the estate and he tensed once more. You could almost watch the tension creep up his jaw. With a small sigh he turned and waved his hand to indicate her to follow as he started the slow turn back to the brightly lit room beyond. ”Well. William is.” He paused a moment and clasped his hands behind his back in that formal habit he kept.
”William is a good guy. He has a bit of a temper, but usually it isn't directed at women so you have little to fear. Besides he is a party so he will be on his best behavior.” He frowned slightly and his eyes locked ahead ”He also is a bit of a flirt. He is a bit more... social then I am.”
There was no need for a pitying statement. He didn't see the point of people plugging in things of that nature. So he forced away the worry that uncloaked him. He just didn't want William sweeping this one off her feet. Emmaline, well. He couldn't explain it. He felt like he had to keep her safe, even if she was fully capable of it herself. Maybe it was simply because she had tripped when they had met and now he was worried she was a bit hazard prone. Well either way he relaxed slightly letting it go. By now William probably had danced with half the woman here. William had always been more of a free spirit then Benson himself. He just wasn't one to make friends easily. It was part of the reason he liked Cates so much, the man was good at making friends and it made it easier for the quieter male to relax.
”He works as my executive assistant. I know it sounds a bit insignificant but without Cates my life would practically fall apart. I find I have nothing bad to say about him.”
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It's only words.
and words are all I have
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Post by EMMALINE AUSTIN on Apr 29, 2011 0:11:20 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 walked along slowly, watching the water, the lights, the garden, all of it was so alive, so pristine, so surreal. She still couldn't believe she was there, with Benson. Just a few weeks ago, she had been a completely unknown college student, studying literature and journalism, planning on becoming a writer herself. She probably would have been completely unknown for a long time too. There was no way that she could have ever wound up at an exquisite event like this by her own power. She adjusted her skirt a little following through the garden and pausing when they reached the dock. A quick glance showed that there were spaces between the boards of the dock, so she reached down to pull her shoes off, not wanting to risk the heel slipping through the gaps.
When that was finished, she followed Benson onto the dock, pulling her skirt up to keep it from dragging on the ground and walking on tip-toe for good measure. As they neared the end of the dock, she dropped down from tiptoe, having to fight the urge to sit down and dangle her feet in the water. Really, it was tempting. Instead she had to satisfy herself with taking a deep breath of the briny air, closing her eyes as she listened the the water gently lap against stone walls and dock supports. It was peaceful, quiet really, until he asked a question and she gave a rambling answer. She opened her eyes and looked over at Benson as he spoke, and she nodded, "That sounds like a nice place to live..." She gave a small smile then and took another deep breath, closing her eyes and tipping her head back to just enjoy the cool night air, though it was beginning to make her cold.
Finally, when Benson spoke again she looked over at him, crossing her arms over her chest as she held onto her upper arms, trying to maintain the warmth she had. She nodded at his description of William, "Well I rather look forward to meeting him, even if he is a flirt. Perhaps he can get you to relax some, not that I should be talking. I'm probably the least relaxed person here." When they reached the end of the dock, she paused to put her shoes back on, squealing a little as she went to put the second one and lost her balance, nearly falling over, but managing to get the shoe on and catch herself in time. Blushing, Emmaline looked up at Benson, "Uhm.... Shall we return to the gala? They're probably wondering where you disappeared to, you know...."
The voice in the back of her head sighed, 'You HAD to be clumsy.... I had to pick a clumsy one.'
tagged. Benson&&Chirp
count. uhm...?
clothes. See the picture. (: with these shoes.
comments. I'M SORRY THAT I AM SUCH A FREAKING SLACKER. Hope the post makes up for it though. :]
credit. pan @ caution2.0
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Post by JANELLE AUSTIN on May 24, 2011 21:14:17 GMT -5
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Janelle tilted her head curiously. Was he important? She should’ve looked into this event and the people hosting it. For all she knew, she could be talking to the man behind this gala. Her stomach erupted into butterflies and her chest felt tight. Okay, if he was really that important, then it was important for her to make a good first impression, right? She certainly had not been doing so thus far. Oh, this was fantastic. Mrs. Belknap would find out and she would never rely on Pristine Paws ever again. Janelle knew that anxiety was easy to notice on one’s features so she ignored unease and instead focused on William. Even if he was hugely important, it didn’t matter, not really. After tonight, she would probably never see him again.
An arm piece? Slightly offended, Janelle shook her head. “No, no. I was invited,” Janelle paused and glanced around, looking for Mrs. Belknap. “Well… I can’t find her now but I’m sure I’ll see her again sometime tonight.” Janelle looked back to William and smiled as politely as one could for being so annoyed. The two men he’d pointed out seemed either obnoxious or unpleasant. Was that saying something about her own behavior? Before Janelle could question this any further, William was leading her to the dance floor. This had not been the best idea. Janelle was quite good at dancing, it was just that this crowd seemed rather judgmental and she’d only had a few weeks to learn this sort of dance. It went with the same theme as everything else, evidently.
Thankfully, this was something she could handle. Janelle mirrored his position for the most part, placing her hand instead on his shoulder. She ignored any other couples dancing lest it make her self-conscious and looked up at William. She hadn’t realized how much taller he was than her until just now. “Stiff?” she repeated, followed by a short laugh. Unlike most other things he’d said that had offended her, this had not. It could have if it hadn’t been true. For some reason, knowing that he knew she was uncomfortable made her feel better. “I’m not the type to come to these, you’re right.” Janelle said after a moment of silent musing. “You, on the other hand, seem to be right at home,” Janelle added, giving him a inquisitive smile.
outfit; minus the wrist thing & her hair is as it is in the banner.
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Post by wjc on May 27, 2011 0:58:18 GMT -5
William's eyes watched Janelle and her actions while she answered his question which had obviously offended her. "Oh. My apologies. May I ask who invited you?" William's voice lacked true curiosity and was laced with heavy mockery. Janelle looked the part of sophistication, but her tongue and attitude halted all thoughts of true sophistication. He shrugged at his own thoughts and moved a bit of his hair from his eyes.
As they danced William couldn't help to admire Janelle's beauty. He could be a completely douche, but he knew a beautiful woman when he saw one. She may not have money, fame, or the faintest ounce of sophistication, but she had beauty, wit, and a fair hint of modesty. "I understand completely how overwhelming these gatherings can be, but after many years of coming here you start to learn and adapt." William smiled at Janelle as he pulled her a bit closer and closing the distance between them completely. "Allow me to introduce you to this world of... Sophistication." William grinned a bit before leaning down to meet Janelle's lips with his.
His actions may have been bold, but William knew that with that kiss Janelle would be officially recognized and people would WANT to know her. William pulled his lips from hers and waited for her reaction, most likely a slap.
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