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Post by David B. on Aug 12, 2008 0:12:42 GMT -8
"What the-"
David was cut off by a sudden slam into his body, the younger female gripping his arms like they were her only lifeline and escape from the dark destiny that awaited her. Davids thought was pulled to the feeling on his arm once more, her chest pressed against it with a vengeance. He blushed, though in the dark it would be hardly noticeable. The dog came running in, growling and barking at the girl clinging to Davids arm fearfully.
"Skyler! Bad dog. Sit."
The dog, immediately, went quiet, sitting without a moments hesitation. David pointed to the door.
"Atton."
The dog got up and left, headed for Davids security Capitan who happened to be rushing up the stairs to see what the fuss was.
David turned to the girl.
"Erm...you can let go of my arm now, the dog is gone."
David didn't like the feeling her grip was giving him.
*Bump*
=D
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Post by seishounohana on Aug 12, 2008 6:07:17 GMT -8
Oooookay. Skip to next day. Sorry kiddies!Emily groaned as she felt the warm morning sun on her skin and the smell of a luxurious bed, sheets with textures she had never experienced before --- wait, what? She quickly looked around. Yes, this was David's bed. Yes, this was his room. ... Where was David? Looking around, she stepped out of the bed. Well, she hadn't been able to look around in this room last night -- darn dog. Eh... ... last night... A blush on her face, Emily found herself staring at a pretty big mirror. Only to notice several fading marks on her neck: Hickeys, figures. Everything that happened last night was but a blur... and all Emily remembered was-- wait, what was this? On David's side of the bed were her clothes. Laundered, mended and pressed. It even smelled expensive now and it felt a little awkward. Beside it was a note that said: "Meet me for breakfast when you're ready." Heh. He had good handwriting, for a guy that is. Giggling to herself, she took the note away, before taking her clothes and into the bathroom for a nice bath. She wasn't able to appreciate it much the other day. Was it this good to be rich? Emily knew that this taste of the better side of life might want her to get much more. No, she wasn't an opportunist -- but this was a drive for her to do better. Another goal for herself to reach. More fuel to the fires of her Ambitions. --- After an hour of pleading with the maid to let her fix up the bed she was using Emily stepped down the stairs, hoping she wouldn't get lost. Her hair was let down, like yesterday. Wearing everything but the vest -- which was now at her bag. Er... where would the dining area be again? Darn Mansions.
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Post by David B. on Aug 12, 2008 6:17:45 GMT -8
As Emily came to the bottom of the stairs, she would find a butler waiting for her, with a towel over his arm.
["This way, Miss."]
He would lead her down the main entrance and to the left, where a small dining area, the smallest in his house, was. He sat at the table, hands on the top and intertwined. He had been doing a lot of thinking since the night before. Things had happened that he never intended, he'd seen and done more than ever. He couldn't help but think when she walked through the door, just how good she looked. Regardless of what she or anyone thought, he thought she was stunning. He never fully realized how young she really looked. He guessed her to be sixteen or seventeen, but hopefully none younger than that. Fifteen would be pushing the envelope, and fourteen would make him feel only a little sick.
The butler pulled out the chair across from David, bowing to Emily so she could sit there. He then took his leave, David staring at the girl before him as she took her seat.
"I trust you slept well...what little we got, that is."
He had a small smile on his face, the most he would allow. He refused to let the experience of last night hang over them, and would treat it with humor and a friendly disposition.
He hoped she had the same outlook on it.
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Post by seishounohana on Aug 12, 2008 6:51:14 GMT -8
Emily was led to a small dining area, probably meant for when there wasn't much people to feed anyway. Er... just how many rooms did this place have?
Her eyes met with several works of art before she noticed David, looking at her. A blush crept on her cheek as she diverted her gaze to a painting done apparently by Michelangelo.
The butler pulled her chair back for her and she would smile, looking up at the man to mention a simple 'thank you' before she looked at David. He more or less looked pretty much in thought...
"I trust you slept well...what little we got, that is."
Emily laughed nervously, "I've slept well, thanks." she said, eyes more or less distracted by the paintings hanging on the walls. "Your house has fascinating works of art on it. I've recognized several from Michelangelo, Van Gogh -- are they originals?"
Because if they were, she'd gawk. Emily was an artist, and to actually see the real ones were more like a dream.
A dream, like that sunflower painting she barely remembered.
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Post by David B. on Aug 12, 2008 7:07:59 GMT -8
Davids smiled faded to be replaced by his normal, non-chalant look, though a small hint of pride was in his voice.
"Yes. Ive hunted through museums and paint gallery's, finding the paintings i could identify as the originals. Every one hanging on my wall is the real thing." He pointed over at one done by Picasso.
"You wouldn't want to touch them though, Since each painting is laser encoded, and if touched by the wrong fingerprint, would melt your finger in less than a second."
There was a lot of money hanging on his walls. He had dipped into his treasury to buy them, the hundreds of millions of dollars that would "officially" be his by his 21st birthday.He looked over as the chefs brought in food enough for them both. Pancakes, French toast, sausage, scrambled eggs, toast with jam, everything for a perfect breakfast. They also had things in the back should Emily state she was a vegetarian, or wanted something different. After a couple of bites, David looked up to stare at her for a moment.
"So, you really like paintings, don't you?" He leaned in a bit.
"Got a favorite?"
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Post by seishounohana on Aug 12, 2008 7:25:02 GMT -8
"Yes. Ive hunted through museums and paint gallery's, finding the paintings i could identify as the originals. Every one hanging on my wall is the real thing."Emily's emerald eyes would sparkle with interest. All of them. The real thing. Oh. My. God. "You wouldn't want to touch them though, Since each painting is laser encoded, and if touched by the wrong fingerprint, would melt your finger in less than a second." Emily blinked and laughed nervously. "I see..." Aye, they were all originals. Looks like this guy had quite a bit of money to throw away on paintings. Well, Emily took a sausage, some scrambled eggs -- more or less a bit of everything. "So, you really like paintings, don't you?" She would look at him, swallowing her food. "Got a favorite?"She nodded, wiping her mouth with a napkin. "'Tampuhan' by Juan Luna." she told him, "He's not a very famous artist, but... he's an important person in my native culture. His artwork is more or less a good example of my own culture too..."Ah, good nostalgia.
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Post by David B. on Aug 12, 2008 7:34:46 GMT -8
He raised an eyebrow.
He finished his meal, then waited for Emily to finish hers before wiping his mouth with a napkin.
He stood as the maids came in to take the plates.
"Follow me."
He led her upstairs, down a long hallway, before stopping before a certain painting by Juan Luna.
"I was reading a book when i saw a picture of this painting. I just had to have it." He placed his hands in his pockets as he looked over the painting Emily had stated was her favorite. "It took me four months before it was located, and i bought it for three times its worth, but i hung it here, in the main hall, because i think its devine. Before you ask-yes, it is the original."
He smiled down at Emily.
"You like it?"
Duh.
It was only her FAVORITE.
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Post by seishounohana on Aug 12, 2008 7:45:33 GMT -8
Emily was quick to finish her meal. More or less, excited about checking out some of the other paintings inside the mansion. The maids took their plates, and it seemed David had something to show her. "Follow me."Eh? She tilted her head to the side and followed him. What she saw had her eyes open wide.  "I was reading a book when i saw a picture of this painting. I just had to have it."O_____O "It took me four months before it was located, and i bought it for three times its worth, but i hung it here, in the main hall, because i think its devine. Before you ask-yes, it is the original."O_________________O "You like it?"Her mouth was hanging open but -- it didn't speak a word, until: "I... er... wow." Speechless. She stared at every detail, noted every colour for every stroke. The soft, delicate and gentle strokes that made this painting. The painting that held meanings -- hidden meanings, that more or less expressed the independence her countrymen had wanted from the Spaniards. "... Okay, now I'm really thinking you're really into collecting this stuff." she said, looking up at him, smiling then back at the painting. The painting of a man and woman, quarreling -- but over what? No one knew. |
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Post by David B. on Aug 12, 2008 8:16:23 GMT -8
David looked past Emily when she turned to the painting, nodding to the security man there. He came over, reaching up and taking the painting off the wall. He replaced it with another one by Pablo, taking the painting she said she liked and walking off without another word. David turned toward the way they had come. He wasnt exactly wanting her to head home since she was the only friend he had in the entire city, but he also didnt want her to feel obligated to stay.
"You will be wanting to go home soon?"
He asked, heading for the front stairway that led to the first level. David had several cars, some classics, others newer. He didnt spend his money alot, contrary to the evidence before them. He did, when he first got his money, but learned that it went fast, and so usually kept his cash for things like paintings and antiques, as well as tune-up for his cars.
He went down into the main Den, a large room with a fireplace and books, as well as a couple of couches and a 62 inch plasma screen TV.
"I can take you, if you want, or my butler can. Your decision."
The offer was sincere, though he wished they could spend more time together.
All good things must eventually come to an end.
He just wished it wouldnt end so soon after such a special night spent together.
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Post by seishounohana on Aug 12, 2008 8:37:10 GMT -8
Lulz, MSN webmessenger sucks. Get on the chatroom, Corey. XD
Emily frowned when she saw the painting taken away, but didn't complain. After all, it was his property and he had every right to take it away whenever he wanted to. She knew she didn't have any complaint rights either.
After all, they were just friends.
... or were they?
"You will be wanting to go home soon?" He asked her, as he led her to a place where there were a lot of cars. Wow.
Money bought a lot of things, but how much exactly?
Until what was it's extent, in terms of power?
"What? You want me to leave so soon? Why, the nerve." she jokingly said, laughing as they walked on. Emily then was led to some other area, with a cozy fireplace and--- A really big TV screen.
Just wow.
Emily stared at it for a while before -- "I can take you, if you want, or my butler can. Your decision."
Emily blinked. It was always her decision. Why can't males be a little more... well, assertive? "You might as well." she told him, crossing her arms. "We'll be working together in the SH, so you might as well know where I live, mm?"
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Post by David B. on Aug 12, 2008 8:50:37 GMT -8
David was assertive.
He just didnt want to seem...whats the word...interested in her?
Bad coice of words.
Maybe more along the lines of having feelings for her, or wanting her to know he wanted to be around her.
He scooped up the keys to his mercedes and led her out, hopping in to the 80,000 dollar vehicle. He fired it up, emily getting in after, and backed out, driving her in the directions she spoke to him. It seemed like no time at all before they arrived at her apartment. He got out of the car, going around to the trunk. He looked to emily.
"Go ahead and head inside. Ill follow after you."
He would watch her to see what one she went in, before pulling somthing from his trunk to take into her room. He went up to the door, and opened it, heading inside and leaving the thing he grabbed out of the trunk on the table.
"Nice place! You live alone?"
OOC((crap post...my apologies))
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Post by seishounohana on Aug 12, 2008 9:08:46 GMT -8
"Go ahead and head inside. Ill follow after you."
Emily nodded. Well, what the heck was he up to? There were no elevators, save for the one that more or less broke down a week ago. It was seven floors up, and Emily knew better than to trust the elevator.
So up the stairs she went and opened the door, waiting for David. She'd shut the door after he came in and looked around. Nope, Miria wasn't home.
"Nice place! You live alone?"
"Used to." she said, "... I... broke down during and after I got ... kidnapped. Bet you've heard of that Correctional Facility thing. So, yeah... more or less called up a friend, she lives with me now... at least... until I calm down."
Yeah, Emily had more or less been a little uneasy being alone for long periods of time. Loneliness was the issue -- and with the rapid decrease in tenants the past few months?
... what was that thing he brought up....?
"What's that?"
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Post by David B. on Aug 12, 2008 9:19:58 GMT -8
"Oh, i see. I take it they're not home then."
He looked over at the package when she asked about it. It was large, and flat, wrapped in brown paper. Underneath the paper the gift was wrapped in silk to help keep it secure and unscratched.
"A gift."
He walked around the place, looking it over. He wasn't the type to stick up his nose at the place, and he held a small smile as he looked over the pictures and objects up on her wall. He looked back over at her with a small smile.
"Care to show me around?"
He didn't really have anything to do that day, so he figured he would spend just a little more time with her before he took off. He was a little partial to her since he had seen and done more with her than he thought possible, and she had seen more of him then he had shown since before he had ever come to California. He still wore the same clothes he had last night since they were sill clean, and on the back of the white Sleeveless shirt in black flame was his last name.
Blaze.
He waited for her to respond, or to touch the gift he had brought her
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Post by seishounohana on Aug 12, 2008 9:58:43 GMT -8
"A gift."
A gift, eh?
More or less, Emily's flat was rather plain and under-decorated, but it was well kept. Miria had done her share of cleaning too, most especially the refrigerator... which was more or less empty.
The tables were second hand, like the chairs.
"Care to show me around?"
"I'll open it later, if you don't mind." She said, "Actually, my flat is rather empty. Though... since I've seen your 'sanctuary' and your room, I guess it's fair I show you mine."
She led him to a door, painted plain white and opened it. There was more or less a plain girl's room. Nothing too girly, or too elaborate. Nothing special. Plain even.
But there were some of her artwork on the walls. Coloured Manga-style artwork that ranged from copic markers to watercolour.
What was weird was, despite the size of the drawers that were built into the room, there were other drawers...
Did she have a lot of clothes? Not at all. "So this is my room, nothing special. The sheets aren't very soft... but they're good, more or less."
She would shut the windows, preventing a lot of light from coming in before she pushed the doors open, revealing a little shrine of her own. They were mostly clippings of newspapers. Either in English, Japanese, or Tagalog. The most noticeable one was framed, and more or less looked old. "I don't think you'd understand what was said on this article but, " she paused, glancing at it. "... this is the only memory I have of my parents. Not even a real memory... Lost my memories when I was 4. Apparently, my parents were trapped inside a burning apartment complex -- out of desperation, they threw me out of the window... hit my head bad and several wires got all screwed up."
She chucked darkly, several sticks of incense lighting up on their own. "I was taken in by some family I don't remember well anymore -- most I remember was that they treated me like trash. I think they got fed up with me because I didn't seem to remember anything at all."
She placed the article back where it was, sitting down on the bed. "They sold me to a Japanese family a few years later. They treated me pretty well, and I thought I was gonna live a normal life after that... but..." her head bowed down, the grin never leaving her face, "They got murdered. Car thieves shot them in the head. I was there with them... they were taking me home from the Psychiatrist..."
She shook her head, looking back at the shrine. "I wound up being adopted by some people in Fullerton, ... apparently part of a child pornography syndicate who catered to the needs of men who had preferences towards under-aged Asian girls."
She sighed. "I killed them. All four of them, when they tried to touch me."
Laughing nervously, she let herself fall back onto the bed, staring at the white ceiling. "More or less, my Psychiatrist and lawyer was able to trace my aggression to a bad case of Bipolar disorder. They were gonna adopt me and all later on, after they won the case... got married... then..."
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"... their wedding car was crushed by some truck. I was watching, so I saw everything. Layla-san barely made it alive... ended up paraplegic. As for me, I ran away... headed here... to Long beach. I didn't want to hurt more people with the curse that is my existence."
Emily choked a bit, ack... that's what you get from trying to stop yourself from crying. She rubbed her eyes lightly, "Eh... a little too much drama, but that's how things had always been for me."
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Post by David B. on Aug 12, 2008 10:07:51 GMT -8
"Curse?"
He sat down on the bed next to her.
"You arent a curse. Things happen in life, and nothing you do or did would change it. Just because good people have died doesnt make it your fault. You shouldnt beat yourself up for something that you had no control over...I do that all to often."
His gaze drifted down a bit.
Why did he, sitting this close, have a sudden urge to kiss her?
He didnt think he had any feelings for her of that nature. But sitting here, like this, so close to her past and her feelings made him want to embrace her. To feel those lips against his again. To do the things they did last night. He cleared his throat and stood, walking back over to her shrine and looking it over.
"Its beautiful. Thank you for showing it to me."
He turned back toward her, but diverted his eyes quickly lest his urges (feelings? He didnt know..) be revealed.
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