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| Topic Started: Wednesday, 30. April 2014, 06:28 (1,136 Views) | |
| Belle Dubois | Wednesday, 30. April 2014, 06:28 Post #1 |
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After a pit-stop in an alley for a “drink” from an extremely intoxicated man leaving the pub, Belle licked her crimson red painted lips, blotted the corners of her mouth and then went on her way like nothing happened. Her stride was direct, her long mocha locks bounced behind her caressing her upper back, she knew where she was headed. She stopped in front of “The Night Tripper” a local pub Belle heard about through the grapevine. With a deep breath she stepped inside, feeling the buzz of the alcohol and from the energy of the others that occupied the Pub. ‘Now to get a real drink’ Belle thought as she sauntered over to the bar, her black stilettos clicked assertively on the wood floor. She ordered a shot of tequila, the bartender asked if she wanted a lime with it obviously noting that she didn't quite fit in with her...attire. A crimson red dress that stopped just under her behind showing off her stunning olive legs with a plummeting neckline showing off a modest portion of her breasts. A tight black choker necklace adorned her slender neck, the ends trailed gracefully down her back. No, she did not seem to fit into this environment, but that is where Belle has her advantages..and sometimes disadvantages. She placed a hand up in a no as she took her shot, feeling it burn down her throat. “Thank you” she said after finishing her drink, not even showing a slight cringe. Her coffee pools scanned the room feeling more tipsy as her prey’s intoxicated blood flowed through her. Then, her deep soul-filled eyes landed on the quaint stage in the back of the room. It was as if she glided over to it, then she was stepping on to it. Her petal lips quivered as she walked up to the mic. Slowly she started singing, softly at first, snapping her fingers to the beat, her voice gentle, seductive, enchanting. As her voice filled the room a few musicians began playing the song with her, the audience seemed intoxicated by her. She let herself dance to the rhythm caressing her face, arms, and legs just right to get a rile out of her spectators. Her lips curled into a wry smile, she was adoring the attention and loved putting on a show. "Why don't you do right?" - Jessica Rabbit Once the number was over, she slipped off stage as the small audience cheered, hooted, and hollered. She slide into a bar chair she was approached by several men, all whom she declined. One in particular didn’t appreciate the rejection and called her a cunt, and it ended in him having a black eye from her fist. The bartender cheered and handed her a drink as he ordered the men to leave, “Not as delicate as I thought you were” the bartender said with a wink as he walked away to tend to other customers. Belle took another shot, and noticed that the bartender had left her the bottle of tequila. She giggled as she thought to herself, ‘This is going to be a fun night.’ . Edited by Belle Dubois, Friday, 2. May 2014, 10:13.
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| Dylan Ford | Wednesday, 30. April 2014, 06:49 Post #2 |
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Dylan made his way into the bar, accompanied by a small entourage. He watched the woman as she climbed onto the stage. He was dressed in designer jeans, a simple whit shirt and his faded leather jacket. He did not pat much attention to the girl, until she got into her song, and then the piper could only stare. He was oblivious to the jealous glares of his entourage, a car could have hit him and he would have stared ahead at the source of the beautiful song. He broke free from his mental chains about the same time she was called a cunt, he was about to defend her when she sent the man to the ground. The degenerate smirked and made his way toward the girl. [Presence Awe] "You are talented, so few who climb that stage can say the same." He extends a hand Dylan Ford. He debated telling her about his own small sucess with music, but decided not to, he assumed his style of grunge was probably not her thing. |
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| Belle Dubois | Wednesday, 30. April 2014, 08:46 Post #3 |
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Belle looked up as Dylan strolled towards her, ‘Oh no not another...maybe I shouldn’t have sung? I never sing..I think I “drank” too much..’ she thought as she kept her composure. On the outside you’d never know. She let her eyes focus in on him [Aura Perception], ‘Oh my’ she thought blushing slightly sensing only a blurb of what she believed to be admiration. ‘Well..this may be different’ Her deep brown eyes stared up at him as he approached, and paid her a compliment. She blushed and smiled softly, music was a tender subject for her but she was glad others still enjoyed when she did share her gift. As he extended his hand she took it and gave him a firm handshake, but something felt different it was then that she really looked at Dylan, feeling almost intoxicated by his mere presence her brown orbs connected with his. “Thank you, you are very kind” Belle said, suddenly breaking the connection as she fumbled into her french accent. ‘Oh dear, I did have too much, ha’ she thought. “I am Belle Dubois, would you like a shot?” Belle said as she bent over the bar and snagged an extra shot glass and filled them both. She picked her shot up and handed him one, although Belle likes people she doesn't trust them, but she felt unusually comfortable with him..this intrigued her. Edited by Belle Dubois, Wednesday, 30. April 2014, 08:48.
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| Dylan Ford | Wednesday, 30. April 2014, 09:30 Post #4 |
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With her aura perception she can tell that he to is kindred. She also sees the colors yellow and purple suggesting he is aggressive, and idealistic. Dylan shakes his head at the shot glass. "No thank you, I am not drinking tonight." "Belle Dubois, well met." His Aussie accent strong and distinct. "Where are you from, and what brings you here." He looks over the crowd and then back to her, and her seemingly out of place clothing. He chews his lip grinning at her playfully, as he motions to an empty table. "Shal we sit then love?" |
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| Belle Dubois | Wednesday, 30. April 2014, 10:10 Post #5 |
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She shrugged at his decline and downed the drink herself right after hers, although a bit flushed she seemed to be able to hold her liquor. A mortal would think she was a hell of a drinker, well I guess she is in a sense of the word. “Hmn, I wonder the same about you..what are you doing in a pub if not to drink?” she teased, a bit taken aback by his accent. “You have quite the strong questions, well if you must know I am from Mittelbergheim, France but I’ve moved here to London to pursue a Journalism career..oh you mean why am I in this bar? Heard it through the grapevine it was the place to be..I went to “Darkly Decadent” a few weeks back..so I guess I over dressed a bit, comparatively speaking.” she grinned up at him from her seat in a way most men would find undeniably adorable. She allows Dylan to guide her to the table snagging her bottle of tequila on the way, even in her stilettos which gave her a good 5” extra to her height, he still towered over her. “So...where are you from and why are you here Misure?” Her french accent now adjusted to it’s normal sultry thickness. ‘This is so strange, I never reveal my accent unless I’m toasted...and even then..not this much’ she thought to herself as she walked with him towards the empty table, allowing herself to mull over her auric vision.. ‘Idealistic and aggressive..very dominant features..is the aggression negative or positive..I'll have to find out, and he is like me...Kindred. I wonder if he declined a drink due to the reactions..was he not force fed alcohol like myself? Or was that just something I was "privileged" endure?’ her vibrant brown eyes became distant as she went deeper into her own mind. |
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| Dylan Ford | Wednesday, 30. April 2014, 10:27 Post #6 |
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Dylan points to the stage when she asks him what he is doing here. "I come here to listen, and when the mood strikes me to play." The piper flashes a quick grin, looking her over. "I have a few friends who frequent the area, so I feel like I fit in better here. I left Australia, to expand my music, learn a bit more, and be heard elsewhere." Dylan lifts the bottle of tequila as they sit at the table. He pours her another shot, and sets it aside. "Besides I prefer beer. tequila is what you drink if you want to search for you pants the next morning." Dylan watches the girl, he wanted to taste her but was to intrigued to rush it. Her song touched him, held him in place due to his clan weakness. He wanted to hear it again. If and when he fed on the girl he wanted to do it in a way that would not frighten her away from this area. |
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| Belle Dubois | Wednesday, 30. April 2014, 11:00 Post #7 |
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Belle’s face lit up “You play music!? I must hear you play.” she exclaimed “What do you play?” looking genuinely interested. Her dainty fingers slipped over the glass that held her tequila “I guess I want to look for my pants tomorrow morning, although I don’t normally get out of bed til the afternoon” she said jokingly as she looked at it for a moment and then it was gone, sadly it wasn’t doing what she wanted it to be doing and possibly what Dylan wanted it to be doing, ‘I’ll just have to find a “drink” later’ she thought. “Australia sounds nice, never been there, went to America once though. That’s great that you’re out to pursue your dream, it’s very admirable” Belle spoke, and sometimes when she spoke she seemed older than her age, proper, etiquette, she was obviously well read. “No seriously, I want to hear you play” she said touching his hand for a moment in excitement, and then removing it quickly being unused to another’s touch, she flushed a bit. As a fellow Toreador she was now fascinated in what art Dylan had to offer. Edited by Belle Dubois, Wednesday, 30. April 2014, 11:11.
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| Dylan Ford | Wednesday, 30. April 2014, 11:45 Post #8 |
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Dylan grinned at her reaction. He was glad she was as into music as he was. She seemed childlike with her expressions, and then older then him when she spoke. He laughed out loud when she said she wanted to look for her pants tomorrow. "Then by all means drink up, I know just the place for you to lose them." "Australia is home, America was not bad, i do have many fond memories of the place." He smirked at a thought but then looked back to her as she touched his hand. "Who am I to tell you no?" The piper smiled at her and went to the bar, the bartender handed him a guitar that he had behind the bar. Dylan smiled at Belle. He sits on a stool and speaks into the microphone, while keeping his gaze on Belle. "They say the mind bends and twists to deal with the pressures of life...I guees mines twisted in two." The piper begins strumming the guitar, it sounds like a soft metal almost grunge like chords as he continues. HE adds his voice to the mix shortly after. "I had a dream last night, I was murdering you. When I woke up this morning, it turned out to be true." He continues playing, the sad ballad almost eery. "I carved a smile in your face, so you will never be sad, and put a mirror in your hand to reflect what we had." He pauses letting the guitar have its solo before the chorus came in. "You take my breath away, that much is true...., my fuckin world is closing in, all because of you. You take my breath away that much is true. My fucking world is closing in all because of you." He meets Belle's eyes again watching the girls reaction to his song. "Your fucking eyes are staring at me, their now a tinted blue. I'm just about to close them, but then you start to move. Your body's laughing at me, your cryin bloody tears, I'm just about to wipe them clean, but then you disapear." He repeats the chorus with his eyes on Belle, some of the people are singing along suggesting Dylan has played here before. "The walls they start to crumble, their bleeding from the cracks. My world is closing in just like uh heart attack. I run into the bathroom, the mirror starts to scream. It's telling me your fucking sick you'll never be redeemed. The monster in the mirror, he reflects my past. Is it me or my reflection I see through the glass?" Dylan closes his eyes now as he continues the song, it is obvious that the song has some sort of emotional connection to the degenerate. "He says he wants me dead, that is his one demand, while I'm screaming at myself the knife is in my hand. I lash out out at the mirror the truth becomes so clear. Now I realize I'm truly in hell....staring at a shattered mirror talkin to myself." There is a long pause as he sings softly "You take my breath away, that much is true...., my fuckin world is closing in, all because of you. You take my breath away that much is true. My fucking world is closing in all because of you." He takes a moment to simply sit there with his eyes closed, even as the crowd cheers. After a few moments he stands hands the guitar to the barkeep and returns to sit with Belle. Edited by Dylan Ford, Wednesday, 30. April 2014, 11:47.
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| Belle Dubois | Wednesday, 30. April 2014, 12:35 Post #9 |
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Belle’s cheeks flushed with what Dylan implied, and then she almost sighed in relief of her excitement that he was going to play for her. She clapped enthusiastically when she saw him get a guitar which she adored, a grin that showed off her stunning smile. She hadn’t smiled in quite some time, months even. As he began to strum the guitar, she let her gaze rest into his, a feeling of intensity flowed through her, that butterfly in your stomach kind of feeling, where all your senses seem to stand on end, and no one else exists in the world but the person that is making you feel that way. She listened closely to the lyrics, a shiver went down her spine, her smiled grew even wider. She listened to the others singing along, it made her smile more, she loved it. Belle got the impression that this song meant something special to Dylan, and that he was sharing this with her. Belle road his music through a tidal wave of emotions, never wavering from his gaze, her eyes bearing to him her deep unexplained sorrow, as well as empathy and compassion towards Dylan. As he pulls his gaze away all Belle could think of was ‘I want to know him....I want him to know me..all of me.’ She cheered and clapped when he finished his song, watching intently as he made his way back to her. “It was magnificent! You are magnificent! Thank you for sharing that with me” Belle said to him beaming. “I would love to hear more some time” her deep coffee eyes stared into his wishing she could bear her soul to him, tell them all they have in common. ‘But what if..’ she thought, and all her past came flooding back into her mind slamming the idea shut with a click. Her eyes moved back to the tequila, and there went another shot, ‘Wish it worked like it used to’ she thought as she returned her gaze back to Dylan and smiled wryly. Edited by Belle Dubois, Wednesday, 30. April 2014, 21:38.
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| Dylan Ford | Wednesday, 30. April 2014, 21:38 Post #10 |
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Dylan gave her a bit of a smile. "Thank you, I'm glad you like it. I don't think there are any forms of expression greater than music." He looked her over, there was something bothering her, something hidden beneath the surface. The Piper wished he could read her aura, he had tried before but could not grasp exactly how to do it. "I will play for you again, or you can buy my cd; Chaos with a conscious, if you are nice enough I might even give you one" he said with a grin. "What about you, that did not seem like your first time on stage, did you want to sing before you got into journalism?" He looked her over again as he spoke, there was something different about her, but the degenerate could not place what it was. |
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| Belle Dubois | Wednesday, 30. April 2014, 22:24 Post #11 |
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Belle’s eyebrows arched slightly at Dylan’s response, she grinned at him knowing something he didn’t. “A CD cannot compare to the real thing” Belle replied letting her sultry french accent flow, her deep orbs connecting with his. She glanced away when he asked her about her singing, “Not a professional singer, I mainly just sang for my family and friends. But in America I did perform a few shows..” by a few she meant many over the forty plus years she had spent with her sire, being forced to perform for him and his friends over and over again. But this was different, she chose to perform because that was her desire and no one else’s. Belle smiled at Dylan softly, and then a spark lit back in her dark eyes grinning remembering a jukebox that was against the wall behind her. She got up quickly, almost too quickly, and strolled over to the jukebox her hips swayed rhythmically it was almost as if she was a musical note herself. She placed a coin in the old worn, and obviously rarely used jukebox and picked her song. ‘Oh how I miss jukeboxes!’ Belle thought enthusiastically and then made her way back to the table her eyes fixated on Dylan’s. “I’d like to disagree with your previous statement, I think there is one other amazing form of expression that can compare with music itself, its counterpart, will you dance with me?” she said sensually, something in her brown pools revealed this was a tender subject for her something about it was pure. The jukebox clicked, it had found her song. "Wicked Game" - Chris Isaak She held her hand out to him letting her eyes do the rest of the talking. Edited by Belle Dubois, Thursday, 1. May 2014, 09:31.
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| Dylan Ford | Thursday, 1. May 2014, 15:38 Post #12 |
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Dylan shakes his head. "A CD cannot compare, but a CD will play for you on command." He flashes her a grin that hints at a more dangerous nature. "Then again if you push the right buttons, a man might be playing for you to." The piper nods "I did a few shows in America as well, but I found a different form of fame in Hollywood then I had expected." The degenerate chewed his lip as he watched her walk away, the swaying hips were almost hypnotic, the girl was playing a dangerous game, and she knew it. Dylan was enjoying himself. "Dancing does compare, but it does not exist without music. Dancing without music is like a sky without stars. It's there, but rather empty." Dylan stood, taking her hand and giving it a quick kiss before releasing it. He shrugged out of his leather jacket placing the thing on the back of his chair. A wicked grin coming across his face as he recognized the song. Oh she does know the game. The piper took her hand and led her to the dancefloor, caring little that they were the only two dancing. |
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| Belle Dubois | Friday, 2. May 2014, 00:20 Post #13 |
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Belle smiled wryly at his response he had no idea who he was dealing with, "But Amour, do you not hear it? With every click in one's step, every glass that is set down, every couple that rhythmically makes love to one another, it is all music. Music isn't just from an instrument or vocals. We are music." she said, gracefully accepting his kiss upon her hand reminding her that not all chivalry was dead. 'I could bend you to my will, but what's the fun in that? I want you to desire me because I am me, not because I command you to. I want to be your muse, the dawn of your every desire, your ineluctable drug.' She thought to herself as she made her way out on the floor with Dylan. "Wicked Game"-Chris Isaak She locked her hazelnut-brown eyes with his dashing green orbs, but this time behind them there lay a predator moving in for her prey. She started moving her body to the beat, she was at one with the music as each movement she made was as if the guitar chords pulled her into them naturally, it was obvious that she had experience dancing. Her hands traversed up her hourglass body that resided within her skin tight crimson dress. Her fingertips brushed up her glowing olive arms and to her face, which the expression upon it was as if this was her drug of choice, her eyes still locked on his, ensuring that he felt like the only man in the room. Her dainty hands moved to Dylan to include him in her reality, for it seemed that she was lost within the music. Belle let her hand gently caress his cheek, it was soft, smooth, and even silky to the touch. As she let her hands rest at his shoulders pulling him closer to her, leaving little space between them, just close enough to send any man’s mind into a frenzy. Softly her hands trailed down to his, she touched them gently and then placed his hands on her hips, which swayed sensually to the beat. When she was sure his hands were there to balance her she slowly let one of her glowing olive legs trail up the outside of his and let it lock into his in almost a tango-like fashion, hoping he would steady it, and then allowed her torso to roll back showing off her flexibility as if she did it everyday. Although it was usually made as a quick dance move, she made this fit to the beat. It was slow, sultry, and extremely captivating. They had both drawn an audience, but she paid them no mind. She completed her back roll, placing her hand on Dylan’s shoulder to bring herself back up slowly coming face to face with him, her leg still locked to his, allowing him to take the lead. Edited by Belle Dubois, Friday, 2. May 2014, 08:07.
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| Dylan Ford | Sunday, 4. May 2014, 19:10 Post #14 |
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Dylan gave her a wicked grin. "Semantics love, I hear it. But again as you said that is music, what is dancing without music?" Dylan watches as she finds a rhythm, and her body begins to move along with the music. He follows suit, and shows he is only a mediocre dancer.He looks her over as they dance wearing that same devilish grin. He supported her as she did her back roll, she made him look good. The piper smiled impishly at her and while she ignored the crowd, it was as though he tried to meet each one of their eyes one at a time. |
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| Belle Dubois | Sunday, 4. May 2014, 20:29 Post #15 |
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"What is music without bodily expression?” she whispered in his ear allowing her leg to unlock from his and trail back down his leg and to the floor. ‘I was sure for a musician he’d know a little more about dancing...that is quite alright..I will teach him if he is willing to learn.’ Belle thought to herself as she circled around behind him enchantingly, her deep pools unwavering from his. She noted how Dylan was enjoying the crowd’s attention, a smirk spread across her delicate face. Belle finished her circle of seduction around him, and then the around the crowd allowing them to fawn over her as she passed still seemingly paying them no mind, which amped up her confidence like a drug; she need not awe them to make them want her. Oh, how she did love to put on a show . Belle did a slow seductive spin back into his arms, making it look as if he knew what he was doing. Belle’s fingers trailed down his chest and then back to his hands, her hips still being pulled left and right by the guitar strings, only closer to him now. She whispered “It’s not so hard, just let the beat take you as it does when you perform.” she gingerly held onto one of his hands and spun out and then back in again, allowing her other hand to guide his other taking him gently into a duo spin. After the spin she escorts Dylan’s hand to her lower-mid back, placing it there firmly as if to steady her again. She begins another roll except this one is different... she did not lock her leg to his and as she started to turn in his arms differently she removed his hand supporting her. She held his hand tight as she plummeted down towards the floor in a death drop like fashion making the crowd gasp in worry, expecting him to stop her from slamming her head into the floor right as the song ends. Death Drop Dance Move Edited by Belle Dubois, Sunday, 4. May 2014, 20:33.
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| Dylan Ford | Saturday, 17. May 2014, 00:43 Post #16 |
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Dylan smiled, as she whispered in his ear. He watched her as she moved, she was graceful and seductive. Dylan could imagine her using that same sway of her hips when she hunted. He was quite thankful that she was able to dance in a manner that complimented his lack of knowledge. He spins with her, letting her guide him. He smirks at her talent, she is able to not only move herself, but moving him into position as well. He holds her as she does her drop, his eyes meeting hers with a lustful glaze. "I am not discounting dance, I am saying it is nothing without music...music in whatever form it take. I do agree dancing comes naturally, bobbing your head, or tapping your toe, but I rarely breakout something like this." He says tugging her to her feet. |
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| Belle Dubois | Saturday, 17. May 2014, 08:42 Post #17 |
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Belle’s face was decorated with a devilish grin as Dylan snapped her back upright, she often enjoyed the few moments of dizziness as the blood coursed through her body.as it righted itself. “Alright Amour, You win.” she said pulling his hand to her lush red lips giving it a kiss in a gentleman-like, but not so gentleman-like fashion. Without letting go of his hand she guided them back over to the table and to sit down. “Thanks for the dance.” she said giving him a childish smirk “So, what have you got planned for yourself this evening?” Belle continued, her deep sensual pools fixated on his. |
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| Dylan Ford | Tuesday, 20. May 2014, 01:49 Post #18 |
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Dylan follows her back to the table offering her a grin as she tells him he wins. He leans toward her a touch. "What shall I do tonight? Whatever you let me love." The piper flashes a practiced boyish grin. "What about you, what plans do you have for the evening?" |
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| Belle Dubois | Tuesday, 20. May 2014, 05:13 Post #19 |
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A child-like smile spread across Belle’s delicate face at Dylan’s suggestive choice of words. She let a hand trail up to her face to prop it up looking much like a young child for a moment, her eyes never wavering from his. Belle’s thoughts flickered, sparking an idea, ‘If this man truly is in love with music as I...then he should love my collection..’ a wicked grin unfurled upon her fragile face. “So you like music? My guess is you are even in love with it, maybe even as much as I” a flame flickered in her eyes, “How I plan to spend the rest of this evening, Misure, is to go home and bathe myself in the exquisite sound waves we call music, like I do every night.” she continued sensually, her french accent roiling. “Would you like to come enjoy the sensual crackling a speaker makes as you place the needle on the record just before the song plays? How you can almost feel the soul living within each and every song, each and every word as if it were a live performance? Would you like to come see my collection? I’m positive you won’t be disappointed.” she said seductively, there was something behind her eyes that said this was a rare offer. |
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| Dylan Ford | Tuesday, 20. May 2014, 06:03 Post #20 |
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Dylan watched her hand as it moved toward her face, and then he let his eyes fall on hers. He smiled as he listened to her speak of her records. He was also fond of the way a record sounded, the clicks, pops, and occasional white noise created an ambiance that modern cd's could not compete with. "I would love to hear your collection." He grinned at her, that boyish, devilish grin. He thought about how this night might end, and shrugged at the thought, play this one by ear he figured. "Whenever you are ready love, he said nodding to her drink." |
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