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Post by Melodia on Nov 8, 2007 10:04:06 GMT -5
When he offered her more, she shook her head. She was full and contented with what she took. At least he didn't force it on her, like that couple that she traveled with for two days. They shoved oatmeal and meat and who-knows-what at her, thinking that she was too skinny. They were nice. The next night she cleaned them out and left them to starve in the forest.
She straightened, then, hearing the word "police." You never fratenize with police, my Eth, She heard in her head, Or they will take you away from you life and strip you of your rights. Her mother had warned her, over and over again, how dangerous the po-lice were. But this man didn't seem the least bit threatening. Her mother had also taught her how to charm, after all. Asher was drooling all over her. She had nothing to worry about.
"You interrupted my bath," Ethereal replied shyly, entwining her fingers within eachother. She knew the mere idea of seeing her without clothing--again--would put him over the edge, and therefore she brought it up. "I come here everyday and bathe and wash my clothes, seeing as I can't affored new ones..." Yes! The pity card. That one was clever to throw in too, seeing as it was a lie. She could buy all the new clothes she liked. She just didn't.
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Post by raihnstar on Nov 8, 2007 21:20:17 GMT -5
Asher turned beet red and buried his face in his hands, wanting to crawl into th ground and die. Luckily she moved onto a new subject, one that seemed less taboo then the earlier. Slowly his blush went away and he breathed easier, "You can't?" he asked, his eyebrows raised, "Do you uh-- I mean, We have wellfare organizations in the state." his mood suddenly soured. He'd been about to offer help, clothes...but he remembered he'd lost it all in the fire. "They'll help you out if you need it." he said uncomfortably, feeling like a prick for not offering help himself.
He began to explain himself, about the house...the fire...but it hadn't been long enough, and he didn't feel like reliving the loss of everything he owned. "So what do you do for a living?" he asked without much curiosity. Keep the conversation going...he didn't want to see her disappear, like his house. In a puff of smoke. He kept his grey eyes trained on her, trying to see past that curtain of hair, past those golden eyes. Asher wanted to see what was in that mind of hers. Surely something complex, or beautiful. A wild rose.
"Something that doesn't make you much money, I'd guess...since you're um..w-washing clothes out here." he'd been about to say bathing, and his ears turned red again. "If uh-- I mean, there are umm...there are like, bathing houses if you don't uh...if the lake water is um...cold...or something." he said uncomfortably.
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Post by "Parker!" on Nov 8, 2007 21:35:35 GMT -5
[xD this guy is so lost. *rofl*]
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Post by Melodia on Nov 8, 2007 23:18:18 GMT -5
"I happen to enjoy the cold," Ethereal countered, shifting her position by crossing her right leg over her left and turing on her side rather inappropriately. She then let a long silence form between them as she drew incoherent images on the grass with her index finger. Her amber eyes were focused on the ground, but then shot up at him, and she took a small breath along with a smile. "And my business is...pleasureful, yes? I assume that's the word," She laughed darkly, holding onto her ankles as she felt the need of someplace to occupy her hands. This last phrase was a play on words, for what she did was indeed pleasureful (in her perspective, not from the person who's been robbed). He might just misinterpret, that's all.
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Post by raihnstar on Nov 9, 2007 21:26:39 GMT -5
"Pleasureful? I like my job too...most days anywa--" he stopped short, the second meaning hitting his mind like a ton of bricks, "Wait you mean-- you uh...you're an escort?" he asked, wincing at the word. If she told him she was...he'd have to see her credentials. And then he'd...have to...put her away. Then again...he didn't /really/ have to ask for her credentials.
Right? Asher...what are you /doing/? he asked himself, alarmed. Who was /she/ that she wasn't going to go to jail like any of the other women who sold their bodies? His stomach shivered in disappointment at her choice of profession, and his expression saddened. "I hope...I hope for your sake, that you're not." he mumbled, half hoping she wouldn't understand what he said. Incredibly enough, some women liked being escorts.
In the moment's pause that followed he shrugged and got up, "I'll be right back. My hands feel a bit sticky." he apollogized, ambling towards the lake and scrubbing at his hands furiously in the freezing water, and splashing his face. Hopefully if it was cold it'd turn red less easily.
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Post by Melodia on Nov 12, 2007 20:47:08 GMT -5
Ethereal frowned in his direction, and opened her mouth to speak. But he was already moving away towards the lake. An escrot? What was an escort? She had never heard of such a thing before, but by the way he spoke of it, it didn't sound like a good thing. So perhaps her chosen words were not the wisest. He was probably catching on as they all did eventually. He was also losing her interest. So what better time than to strike, as her mother would often say?
A sly grin flickered across her lips as her body seemed to disappear into the ground. She was the earth, moving fluidly through it with hidden swiftness. As silent as the dead of night, her thin figure appeared behind him like a shadow within a matter of seconds. But her voice was left behind, laughing darkly so that it came from no certain direction at all. And then her arms closed around him and she pressed her lips to his ear, pleasuring in the warmth before he could react, and her hand slipped into his back pocket as she surrounded him with herself.
Her hand gripped his wallet and she slid in front of Asher, her amber eyes the last thing to dissapear before she became one with the lake water.
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Post by raihnstar on Nov 12, 2007 21:11:56 GMT -5
Asher heard her laughter, and half turned. Then he almost jumped out of his skin when he felt her arms around him, and her lips on his ear. They turned bright red, and the man felt her take his wallet, and he turned, gaping as she disappeared with a sneaky grin. He stumbled forward and fell into the lake with a loud splash. Asher yelped, and sloshed his way out of the lake, shivering pathetically. He removed his shirt and squeezed out the water, his ears still red from the kiss.
He glanced around wildly, trying to find her, and realizing with a sinking sensation she'd just taken his paycheck, his drivers liscence, and his badge! He groaned. So she was a thief... a cunning...evil...beautif-- er... a thief. Asher's hand went to his hear and touched it. Then he sneezed violently. Great...now he was going to get sick. He picked up his trash miserably, and squeaked his way back to his car.
For a moment he debated on whether or not he should call the cops, and then decided he'd rather just drive safely to town. And explain to his mother...about why he didn't have his paycheck...and why they wouldn't be able to go grocery shopping, or get food... And why they'd end up owing the rent to the b.astard who owned the place, again. He put his head on the wheel, glancing back at the lake...
Asher decided he'd come back...for hiswallet, at least. With that in mind, he drove off.
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