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Dec 21, 2020 8:05:59 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2020 8:05:59 GMT -7
There had been some commotion outside her building. She'd locked the doors but some punk must have busted through the locks with a lockpick because she'd clearly heard the annoying creak of the door. She grabbed her trusty baseball bat and started sneaking towards the stairs. The things that years upon years of dancing were good for, as her feet barely made a noise on the floor. She was the type to ask questions first and attack later, even more so since she wasn't exactly legal in her own presence here but it was good to know if she was to run, hide, attack or could actually strike up a conversation. She was surprised to see a young man of about her own at the bottom of the stairs. He was oddly attractive and she could still hear disappointed noises of teen girls outside. Yikes! Was he famous or something? She put one hand on her hip and tapped her baseball bat to her leg thoughtfully. "If you're running from teen girls I'm not sure this is the place you wish to run." She looked him up and down for a moment before giving him a little sarcastic smile. "Unless you were planning on amusing the current lady of the house." She ran her eyes up and down his form, deciding he looked good enough. He didn't look all that special, just a bit on the pale side but that wouldn't stop her from having her own kind of amusement. If not at least she hoped her more forward approach could possibly scare him off. @emrys
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Dec 21, 2020 18:07:56 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2020 18:07:56 GMT -7
Emrys had left his penthouse flat for a bit of fun. But first he would need to stop for a bite. True, he had blood in a locked refrigerated box at his place, but that was a last resort. He much preferred it warm and still moving through a body. As he roamed, he started to feel as though someone was following him. It couldn't have been his bodyguard. They were too bad at following to be a bodyguard. He gave a sly peak to see a number of feminine forms following him. They was quite clumsy, and not good at it at all. He would have to lose them. They were probably some of his crazier fans. The last thing Charlotta needed was for him to be caught doing something he wasn't supposed to, and he certainly didn't want to be surrounded by some crazy fans right now. Later, at the club, he'd be fine with it, but this was something he needed to do on his own. So, when the girls got distracted by something, probably scared because they were knowingly following a vampire at night, in the dark.
this wasn't exactly a safe or well lit part of town, Emrys slipped into the shadows. He knew that wouldn't be enough for the observant witch, so he used his wand and voicelessly unlocked a near by door and slipped inside. The door creaked as he slid in. He only opened it wide enough for his slender figure to make it in, then closed it behind him, silently moving away from the door and deeper into the dark, just incase the stalker was more observant than he gave her credit for.
As he breathlessly waited, he heard the slightest movement from inside. Was he not alone? This place looked abandoned. He quietly started to move about, when he spotted a girl up the stairs, holding a bat of all things. As the two locked eyes, he heard the sound of disappointed fans. Sorry ladies. Maybe next time. She spoke and he smiled. It was too dark there for his fangs to be seen from that direction, and he had an inkling that this girl wasn't magical. "Who said that I was running?"
"Unless you were planning on amusing the current lady of the house." His smile grew. He didn't know what angle she was aiming for, but he placed one foot on the lowest step. "And what would the lady of the house find amusing." The club could wait. Especially since there was a beauty here who could prove to be quite fun indeed. He took another step closer.
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Dec 22, 2020 2:14:03 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Dec 22, 2020 2:14:03 GMT -7
It was a peculiar stand off, to be on top of the stairs with a weapon but the guy at the bottom of them still stepping closer. She clearly had the high ground here, but the undertone in his voice suggested that he found entertaining her to be an interesting concept. Still she smiled a cute little smile and shrugged slightly, playing innocent little girl. "I don't know. I'd say the girls outside were very disappointed you escaped their greedy little clutches. No doubt they wanted to get their hands on you as much as they wanted them on the latest Louis Vuitton handbag they cling to as desperately as their popular status." She said in an exaggerated tone. She also stepped down a little, just a step, keeping the bat casually in her hands regardless. If he had plans to try something she did not agree with she was hitting him over the head with it, fangirl or not.
"Actually, the giggles and little clique sounded like they were chasing after more than just a popular boy from school and you look to be slightly too old for that." He looked to be her own age, approximately. He sized him up for a moment. His clothes suggested he was well off but not stuck up, so probably not some heir to enormous fortune. He had incredibly good looks without a doubt, so that probably factored in as well. "I'd guess either a big male model or a band that is rising through the ranks of fame but not yet big enough to warrant constant security." She said, pursing her lips slightly with a little smile playing on her face. This wasn't a bad person to have sneaking into her current lair. "Besides, if you're not running you're sneaking and that only gives me reason to want to beat you to a pulp." She said then, over the top cheerfully while twirling her bat and taking a mock swing towards him.
On the note of what she found amusing she shrugged and leaned against the rail of the stairs a little. "You're cute enough, I suppose." She muttered in assessment. Then she took another step downward, looking at him intently. Oh well, going like this there would definitively be enough sexual tension on her end to set the house on fire because he was just amazing eye candy and he had an attitude that amused her. She grinned slightly as she figured that it wouldn't hurt to indulge a little bit that evening. She had nowhere to be the next morning except for awake and practising for her audition but a little action wasn't going to stop her from managing that. Besides, she didn't really see him as the kind of guy to sleep in a seedy place like this. "Buy me a meal of any price and suggest a reward for yourself in return." She said, a sly smile on her mouth as she closed the remaining distance between them to whisper in his ear. "I can be quite.... flexible in more than one way." She whispered suggestively, giving him a smile and a wink as she leaned back and waited for his answer, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow while the smile remained on her face.
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Dec 22, 2020 14:42:20 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Dec 22, 2020 14:42:20 GMT -7
Most would feel uncomfortable in this predicament. He had essentially broken into this place. But no, Emrys was in control. He was a confident individual. Little could shake him, and usually that didn't last for too long. She brought up the girls again and he chuckled. "They can have my attention later. For now, I'm here - with you." He wasn't sure if the girl was playing innocent, or really was. The bat she held, told him that she intended to protect her self if needed. But she did step a little closer. The gap was slowly closing. Emrys saw this going a couple different ways. One way, he and this girl enjoy a heated moment of passion together, and he get's a bite to eat in the process. Another, they close the gap and he helps her not attack him, dazing her long enough for him to slip out another way. There were some other options, but those were the two he was aiming for.
The strange girl seemed to continue to try to figure out who he was. She was right, he did look just a little too old for school. Though, his face and body would soon be a lie. He too was sizing her up. She looked to be around his age, just maybe a bit younger. "Your right, I don't go to school." It seemed the name of the game was anonymity. He wasn't willing to give more than she deduced "Guessing your about the same." He said, taking another step up.
Next she mentioned a model, which he thought was nice. He totally could be a male model. But no, her second guess was sort of right. By her wording, he figured that he was right. She was a muggle. He actually had climbed the ranks, and did have security. "If that's what you think" He decided it was best not to get into things too much. If he said that he really was quite popular, he'd have to explain why this complete stranger hadn't herd of him before. Some of his songs had been released to the muggle population, but he was much more popular with wizards. He gave a shrug "Security would just get in the way." He did have security, but he also had a talent for losing them. They always found him again, but usually it was when he was returning home.
Emrys didn't like violence, honestly, he much preferred affection and passion. But that didn't mean that he couldn't fight, he had hidden his wand, but it was within reach, and he could think of a number of non verbal spells that could stop her in her tracks. True, then he'd have to obliviate her, but that wouldn't be so bad.
He asked what the girl liked, and she said that he was cute "enough." Please, he could feel her eyes undressing him. Why didn't she just ask? She closed the gap, asking him to bring food. What she failed to understand, was she seemed like a meal enough to him. "I can be quite.... flexible in more than one way." He moved, so that he was almost holding her, he smirked. moving so that their lips almost touched. "Now your talking. But unfortunately leaving isn't exactly an option right now." He moved his arms away and stepped down to the ground floor. Giving a her a smile. "Sorry, but I don't pay for sex. You either want it or you don't."
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Dec 22, 2020 15:31:31 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Dec 22, 2020 15:31:31 GMT -7
It was an interesting game to play, but Xantha always had her own agenda in interactions. It was part of life on the streets. His life was obviously very different, but that hardly mattered. She could get what she wanted out of him or hopefully see him leave. She didn't particularly care which option it'd be. It had been quite some time since she'd bonded all that well with others, outside of her very tiny circle of actual friends. Most of those she hadn't seen in a while either. The exception to that had to be Mavis, but the girl would understand that nothing was ever free in life because she also lived on the street for a large part. The advantages of knowing ones own people. At least Mavis wasn't competition for a hide out. They were more than able to share. "Here with me, uninvited." She said with a mock shocked expression. "I'm sure they'd appreciate your company a lot more than I can." Again the fake innocence. She did not care for him that much. He seemed spoiled.
Well she was right about him not going to school and seemed to think they were similar ages. She figured he had an easier life than she did, although she didn't exactly hold it against him. Lucky him for not being out on the streets trying to avoid starvation. Not that it made her like him more. Not that the venue that conversation went down had a lot of potential in it. He wasn't a creepy old guy, that was about all she got there. It didn't really matter what she thought, since he clearly wasn't planning on sharing a lot. Well she had no intention of sharing anything if she got nothing back for it. That was the problem with arrogant guys that believed the world belonged to them. They didn't always value a good trade since they expected everything to simply be a gift.
He was clearly playing the game of seduction but the problem was that he wasn't willing to bargain. Too bad, she could have possibly enjoyed it. He got close enough to feel his breath on her skin and while the sensation was enjoyable enough, it didn't really get her running hot for him. She sighed in mock regret. "Just lock the door when you actually can leave?" She said with a fake little pout. Then she made a little mock curtsy as she walked up towards her little den again, stopping at the top to look down towards him. Sometimes things ended quicker than they began. "I guess I don't." She said in al most business like tone. "I'm not willing to waste time and energy on what might be nothing but a mediocre performance if I'm lucky when I can spend that same effort on trying to perfect the skills I need to earn the money in a more enjoyable way. I'm sure you'll find a groupie that rolls over and spreads her legs for free." She looked him up and down and shrugged. "The risk you pose simply doesn't seem to be worth the reward."
@emrys
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Dec 22, 2020 16:06:38 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Dec 22, 2020 16:06:38 GMT -7
It was a fact, he was there with her. He could have been anywhere else, but at this time he wasn't. She did mention that he was "uninvited" and he couldn't dispute that. He hadn't thought too much about it, he just wanted to get away from his followers for a quick bite. This had turned out quite differently. Maybe he should just take the loss and grab something from one of his friendly associates. "Oh, I'm not so sure about that. But they certainly would love my attention." He had to be honest, but at the same time, he and this girl could defiantly do some damage here. As the interaction drew on, he was more and more certain that her "innocence" was an act. She knew exactly what she was doing.
Emrys enjoyed sharing his time with a number of different interested parties. He honestly wasn't that picky. But he drew the line at paying for it. He gave gifts to close friends that he slept with, but even Maria, who was an escort by trade didn't demand payment. They had their own arrangements. "Just lock the door when you actually can leave?" She didn't seem too disappointed at the turnout. Which proved his point. Emrys enjoyed having fun with strangers, but only if they actually wanted it. He chuckled, looking back up to her with a wide toothed smile. "Groupies aren't any fun." He said, knowing that they had passed by...enough. Her empty taunts meant nothing to him. Stating that he wasn't good and all. Some would find it offensive, and others would try to prove otherwise. But Emrys knew the truth. So he walked back to the door, opened it, and stepped out. Closing it without locking up behind him, he quickly apparated away before anyone had the chance to see him.
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Dec 22, 2020 16:24:12 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Dec 22, 2020 16:24:12 GMT -7
((Insert a time skip of a few weeks here))
Xantha was finally going places! She'd actually managed to land the role she'd auditioned for and practise had been going splendid. She made some connections in the chorus and got to dance her heart out about every single night and even got paid for it. She was inches from getting a very small and crappy studio so she wouldn't have to squat any longer and all in all everything was just looking up. Today the group was doing a promotional dance in the open air to get their play a little bit more attention. She'd performed to the best of her abilities and had managed to score a front row position in the choreography, which left her ecstatic. Everything was going to be better, at least for a short while.
Today she'd spied some unfinished business as she was dancing. A guy she'd pretty much rejected a while back when he'd dropped in on the place she was squatting that hadn't been willing to buy her a meal in exchange for a good time. He'd been attractive enough to capture her interest but he just hadn't been a priority at all. Now that her primary needs were actually taken care of she found that the idea of having some fun with him weren't as uninteresting as they'd been before. So when the show ended and she was excused she'd cheerfully chased him down, smiling slightly as he had been quite fascinating. He had a strong will and clearly had some ideas about respect that she was curious to know more about. She called out to him, a grin on her face. "Hey band boy! Did you like the performance?" With her current dress and make up she was sure she looked like a completely different person. Far more sleek and sophisticated, although the grace of movement had never left her, no matter what she did. She just hoped he'd be willing to humour her despite their getting off on the wrong foot the first meeting.
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Dec 22, 2020 17:24:59 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Dec 22, 2020 17:24:59 GMT -7
Time had passed since the, now nearly forgotten interaction. It was later evening and he was wondering around, this time with a body guard. He had been more focused lately on writing his new songs. He still had a good time, but right now, he needed some fresh air. The evening hours meant that the sun had dipped low enough that he could wonder around without getting burned. He kept his sunglasses on though, being light sensitive, plus it looked good.
He wondered around and had stopped to see an open air performance. He was all for supporting fellow artists. As he scanned the dancers, watching their movements, he spotted a familiar face. Not that he planned go do anything about it. There had been something between them, but then she had to go and ruin it by asking for payment. Emrys didn't pay for those types of services. As the show ended, he clapped with other people who had stopped to watch and then figured he could just be on his way. As he walked, he heard her voice behind him, calling out to him. He looked over his shoulder to see the girl smiling. Only half way turning towards her he shrugged. His bodyguard preparing to step between the two, but also keeping an eye out for others. "I've seen better" When you watch a half veela dancer working at club Indigo, there really isn't much else to compare to as far as seduction. He had seen talent, she was a good dancer. But aloof was his game now. And Veela charm was stronger when dancing, and he had watched Maria a number of times.
But he didn't keep walking. His curiosity had been peeked. What would she do now?
@xantha
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Dec 23, 2020 2:25:51 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2020 2:25:51 GMT -7
Well wasn't he a bundle of joy today? She couldn't exactly blame him, since most men got grumpy and pouty if you rejected them once. It was kind of amusing but she hadn't quite forgotten the peculiar stranger and his lack of insecurity. So she completely ignored his half bothersome comment and shrugged. "That doesn't actually answer the question. Just because you've seen better doesn't mean you can't enjoy it." She stated rather lightly as she placed a hand on her hip and gave him a playful little smile. "Or do you only enjoy your little conquests when they are better than your previous? Because in that case I don't see the point of even trying to engage in certain types of entertainment with people when you're not aware of their skill level." She said playfully, noticing the bulky feller near her encounter. So more famous than she'd realised? Maybe she should look him up at some point in that case. See if the internet had any raving reviews on him.
She figured it might be better to take a more direct route to her point now that he was being so aloof. It said something that he was able to afford that sort of air, which amused her a lot. She had nothing to lose when she wasn't invested beyond what she could afford, which she always made sure to be. "I know we didn't quite agree last time but since I had a limited amount of energy I needed to consider my choices where to spend it. Since I can actually afford to pay my own food now we could consider revisiting that option from a point of desire without considering the energy economy." She shrugged slightly, pretty sure he understood her meaning. Right now the benefit to both of them would only be in a good time, not in considering that they needed to eat. She wouldn't be particularly bothered if he decided to reject her but it would really be a shame. It had been a while since she'd last had some fun for the sake of having fun only. She wasn't exactly throwing herself at him but she made him an offer and it was up to him if he wanted to make use of it. At least this time it was clear she needed nothing back for it. It was worth the risk of being disappointing because she didn't need him to impress to be worth her time. One of the advantages of having money, one supposed.
@emrys
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Dec 23, 2020 14:34:46 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2020 14:34:46 GMT -7
Emrys was in the mood for a distraction, but more word games from this girl. He also had a chaperone present. Working on songs and lyrics was tiring, but also having to then turn around and work on translating those, and previous songs into two other languages was exhausting. He wasn't in the mood to be the mouse. But he could always play the cat. He could deal with rejection, each person had a choice. He gave a slight smile, she was right, he hadn't answered her question. "No, your right. I didn't answer the question." And he wasn't planning to either. Then she continued, being as cryptic as before. He thought about playing along when he noticed someone may be wanting to approach him.
It didn't take long for a girl to get up her courage and approach. She first apologized first, and wondered if she could get him to sigh her jacket. It was black, and had the Bête Noire band logo on it. Guess the merchandise was a hit. "Don't worry about it." He smiled and took the marker from her, moving to sign the jacket right where she had asked "Glad you got the sweater, it's my favorite from the line" The girl blushed and stuttered her words, but Emrys was cool. After signing "Mordrain" on the jacket he handed back the marker and the girl flustered, thanked him "Any time." He waived as the girl left, then turning his attention back to the dancer.
Emrys took a step towards the girl who seemed so confident. He had heard her offer. It started off with options and energy. Why did he care again? She had asked for food in return for fun, but that went against his morals...if you could call it that. He could guess that she didn't have a lot of money, and by the sound of it, she seemed to have come across more, probably her current job. Now she wanted it? And it almost seemed like he wouldn't have to pay for anything. He chuckled. Speaking in another language to the body guard. The man nodded and walked away to a beverage cart, still being sure to keep Emrys in his line of site.
With the nuisance out of the way, Emrys approached the girl, not getting to close, just close enough that they could have some form of privacy. "In my experience, little girls who brag about their talents always seem to be knowingly amiss." He said softly. He had remembered that she had put the hard sell on, boasting about her flexibility and sexual prowess. She had even tried to antagonize him by challenging his own ability. It was only right to return the favor. He still had a self entitled smirk on his face as he leaned forward and whispered, ever softer "Give me a reason not to walk away." He then pulled back, waiting for her response.
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Dec 24, 2020 13:07:44 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Dec 24, 2020 13:07:44 GMT -7
The familiar stranger seemed to be the kind of guy that had never really had a difficult time in the same way that she and Mavis had. He seemed to have his life cut out for him, play in a band and make enough money to live at the very least comfortably and then retire to spend his last days on some sunny beach somewhere getting drunk and remembering the good old times with a fondness that rivalled that of any drunk and his desire for alcohol. Still, he was attractive, not really dumb and didn't seem like the kind of guy that would ask her to give up her dreams and ambitions for his sake. He seemed more like the kind of guy she'd see once, or twice by coincidence like now, and then never hear from again. It was a lot easier that way, better even. People couldn't disappoint you when they didn't stick around long enough to do so.
They were interrupted by what must have been a fan. She barely glanced at the logo but she knew she'd remember it in case she actually wanted to google it later. The name he signed made her wonder if that was a stage name or if his parents had been as merciless in naming him as her dad had been with her little brother. Xenon Jr. How much could one torture a poor kid? As if it wasn't bad enough yet that his father was a cheater. Not that it mattered that much. The little interruption was enough for Xantha to choose to ignore his lack of response to her question or the observation he'd chosen to ignore it. He stepped closer before telling his body guard to back off in a language she wasn't familiar with, nor did she really care to know it. What did that matter?
She smiled and shrugged slightly. "If you saw the dance I'm sure you would have noticed the flexible part wasn't a brag or a lie. Since that was all I claimed you can judge for yourself if I don't know my body well enough to know how to use it properly." She'd never claimed any talents of a sexual nature, although most guys would be likely to presume that. He leaned in and asked for a reason not to walk away. He pulled back and she smiled innocently, batting her eyes at him. "I can help you escape the bodyguard if you want some privacy for free entertainment. On top of that I'm not exactly looking for commitment or bragging rights. It's the most simple version of no strings attached, but I'm not exactly the type to beg." That much was true. If he didn't see that as enough of a chance she knew there would be strings attached that she didn't like. She wasn't there to brush up his ego, although he clearly didn't need his ego boosted beyond it's already bloated capacity and didn't seem to seek that. She wondered what he was looking for, although she didn't really care if she fitted the description. She wasn't in this for the long haul.
@emrys
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Dec 24, 2020 21:10:55 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Dec 24, 2020 21:10:55 GMT -7
Emrys had lived a charmed life, for the most part. There were downs, but he chose to dwell in the ups. He had spiked up the charts on his own, now he was apart of a band, so he had two avenues to lend his musical talents to. He also didn't plan to retire for quite some time. He had an extremely long life ahead of him, and most of that time, he would look quite like he looked now. He lived in the moment and avoided commitment at all costs.
She mentioned her dancing and he did smile a bit, that did prove a control and flexibility, he knew that first hand. He had spent alone time with a number or dancers. After letting his bodyguard walk away, still looming close, Emrys gave the girl one last chance. She had already lost his attention the last time they had interacted. She started off with a tempting offer, helping him lose his bodyguard, which was always fun to do. Then she said the magic words. No commitment. She also mentioned no bragging rights, though he never bragged, he was sure many of the people he spent time with did. It was interesting that she said that, considering he was still sure that she had no idea who he was. "I think we got a deal"
There was just one thing he had to worry about. He lowered his sunglasses so that their eyes met. She seemed strong willed so he didn't have much time before the trance would let up "You will pay no mind to my fangs or red eyes, they are normal." And just like that, he put his sunglasses back up and smiled at her as if nothing had happened. "Shall we?"
@xantha
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Dec 26, 2020 17:11:56 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2020 17:11:56 GMT -7
There was something easy about him that was comforting. He didn't make a fuss and no commitment seemed to light him up with a smile rather than make him hesitate. It was a perfect combination as she didn't like the idea of people trying to pin or chain her down. She didn't like the dependency and barely allowed herself to feel it around the few people that she did trust. It was different among her fellow dancers as their bond was made of a very different kind of trust. The trust that they all wanted to create something worthwhile together and if they were to harm each other they would all fail. One of the few advantages of being in the chorus rather than having people glaring daggers at your back while you had the main part. She was hoping to have that problem at a later point.
When he said they had a deal a mischievous smile appeared on her face and she grinned. "I'm just going to take one second to mention that I'm off." She said, almost skipping over to one of the other dancers. In a very short exchange some glances were thrown his way and whatever comments were clearly refuted. She mostly claimed she was helping him out with something non-sexual since she had better things to do. Obviously she'd been lying but did it really matter? She walked back then with a grin. "That covers my afternoon. Now all we need to do is sneak away from the bodyguard." She said, but she had a multitude of ways to escape people. Running from the police gave people certain skills. She looked back at him and when he lowered his sunglasses a moment of confusion passed her brain. Red eyes. But then he explained it was perfectly normal, as were the fangs. She would have wanted to believe it even if he hadn't sounded so convincing. Of course they were just contacts and teeth covers. Probably fit with the image of the band. It wasn't as if something like vampires existed. Or rather, that was what would have been on her mind if it hadn't been so wonderfully clear. There was nothing strange going on and it was as if her mind could almost name several people she knew that had fangs and red eyes.
She blinked a few times and then smiled. "Yes, we shall." She looked around subtly for a moment, checking her surroundings. "As for the body guard.... there's a building next to the square with some bathrooms. I used them regularly when running from the police. There's a short cut to another part of the store through the toilets and for some reason they always presume you plan to sneak out through the window. While they chase that way you walk out the alternative entrance and before you know it we have all the privacy you might want." She said with an innocent smile and a little wink. "Unless you have a better plan of course. I'd love to have some input from a pro." She said with a twinkle in her eyes. She had a feeling this wasn't the first time he was sneaking away from his bodyguard. He'd ended up in one of her squatting locations without him after all.
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Jan 2, 2021 16:29:34 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2021 16:29:34 GMT -7
The words "no commitment" were, in Emrys' humble opinion, words to live by. It seemed this girl had a similar mind set. He just wanted to have his fun and be done with it. Maybe see her again, maybe repeat, but no commitment. She just needed to tell her dancing group that she was heading out, then the could get away. As she did, he looked back to his now distant bodyguard and he gave a reassuring wave.
She returned and mentioned the tricky part. It was such a shame that his aunt and manager insisted that all his bodyguards be an Occlumens. And if they weren't....She'd teach them herself. None of that stopped him from getting away from them. "That's easy enough." But before leaving, he had to do something. He had unique aspects about himself that the muggle girl were bound to realize weren't fake.
She agreed that it was time to go. She mentioned an area that she regularly used to hide from law enforcement. Interesting. Two bits of good knowledge there. The location, for one, though he wouldn't be able to use it too many times, or his aunt would put it in the "bodyguard training" that she did for those that worked specifically with Emrys. He grinned at her words and the wink. "It's a good plan, but any extra time would be useful. Follow my lead." He walked up to his bodyguard, and speaking in another language, stated that he had forgotten to give his aunt Charlotta a message, and it was paramount that he get it, now. He would totally give it to her, but he left his phone at the studio. He then promised that he was just going around the corner, motioning the direction that she had stated, for a little alone time with the muggle girl.
As the man pulled out the phone to send the message, Emrys, with his arms around the girls shoulder started to walk away. After they got a fair distance away, he softly said "And, run."
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Jan 3, 2021 5:18:26 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2021 5:18:26 GMT -7
There was nothing more fun than this. Deception as part of the anticipation towards further fun. It was as if they were hatching some form of scheme to be allowed a little reward at the end. Naturally the reward was exactly the reason they were bothering to even try the deception but well, it didn't go exactly as Xantha had expected. She figure that they'd walk off with him claiming to need to use the bathroom or something and then they'd just walk out the other end as if nothing was going on. She was mentally mapping out several routes she knew and people that she knew well enough to ask small favours to see if she could manage an alternate route in case they actually did catch on. Her thoughts raced slightly as he went to talk to his bodyguard and she ended up thinking of a little tea room with a garden in the back. It had a fire escape but was the only shop on the row that had the back open to visitors, although the fire escape officially was not.
Then he was gently leading her off with his arm around her and she made sure to pretend she was so star struck there would be no deception. Naturally it was all a lie. She didn't even know his band but she liked the guy. He was an adventurous free spirit and she didn't expect she'd ever have to explain her home situation to him or be expected to entertain him at her place. No, considering she shared the tiny studio with Mavis it was not a good idea to expect to ever bring anybody home, not to the tiny cramped space with leaky roof and old mattresses. It destroyed the magic of what people expected artists to live like.
But when he told her to run she didn't hesitate a single moment and instantly took off in a full sprint, leading the way towards the bathroom as she softly spoke for him to hear. "Tea shop, back exit." She figured that would be instructions enough. She had quite a bit of stamina luckily so she didn't exactly get worn out fast. She sprinted for the most parts towards the bathroom, then slowed down a little as she got to the other side, locating the tea shop and checking of her companion was still around. She silently motioned toward the tea shop she'd mentioned before. She kept a decent pace, grabbing a mirror from her pocket to check for pursuit without having to turn around. Looking over your shoulder always was a lot more suspicious. At the tea shop (which was quite close) she stepped in, grabbing Emrys' hand as she did so. They were almost clear....
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