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</div>Name: Hayley Carter<br/>Age: 24<br/>Date/Time: Sat July 31 - 15:20<br/>Location: Cabana by the pool<br/>Wearing: [see picture]<br/>Tagging:<a class="username" data-user-id="133" data-username="Clint Johnson" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/133/">Clint Johnson</a><a class="username" data-user-id="6055" data-username="Dragongoddess" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6055/">Dragongoddess</a><a class="username" data-user-id="3317" data-username="Mehlia" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/3317/">Mehlia</a><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/>If Hayley was running out of breath from that impromptu duet with Ember, she was really running on steam now. Speaking of steam, if she felt any hotter for this guy she was dancing with she was certain she’d melt right on the spot. One of her hands had made its way to around the back of his neck behind her, dancing for as long as the song would allow them. Which, unfortunately, wasn’t for much longer.<br/><br/>When the song finished, Hayley felt a large strong hand softly grasp her smaller one. It was such a drastic difference from what they just shared, a gentle giant beneath that brawn. Hayley couldn’t hide the small smile when she nodded in agreement. “Some fresh air would be wonderful right about now.” Her voice came out in a gentle tone to match his, and followed him out to the cabana.<br/><br/>Hayley was pretty much all eyes for Sterling, but she did manage a glimpse over at Ember sitting by the pool with one of the other girls she hadn’t met yet. Hayley made a quick wave in her direction, a bright smile on her lips for her recently-made acting buddy (and for her new friend as well), before turning her attention back to Sterling as he led the way.<br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><div class="bbImageWrapper bbImageAligned--left js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/ad92527b-4412-4dfc-8502-7b574d7183f8-png.91161/" title="AD92527B-4412-4DFC-8502-7B574D7183F8.png">
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</div>Name: Oshiro Yami<br/>Age: 27<br/>Date/Time: Sat July 31 - 14:50<br/>Location: Villa - heading to the living room<br/>Wearing:[see picture]<br/>Tagging:<a class="username" data-user-id="5347" data-username="Moka-chan" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/5347/">Moka-chan</a><a class="username" data-user-id="5411" data-username="Chartreux" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/5411/">Chartreux</a><a class="username" data-user-id="133" data-username="Clint Johnson" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/133/">Clint Johnson</a><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/>Yami had to blink a few times at the scene that slowly unfolded before his eyes. The musician was making his way over to one of the couches to take back his spot from before, when he stopped to watch literally every single emotion a single human could experience all in one train of thought inside the smaller woman.<br/><br/>First, her awe over the size and extravagance of the room, of which Yami could only shrug having grown up around such luxury his whole life and thinking it nothing to be worth so much effort as Lydia was putting into her reaction of it. Then it was followed by childish excitement over a jacuzzi, succeeded then by hopefulness in how everybody will just get along and eat and talk together on these couches. Yami wanted to roll his eyes especially at that. He wasn’t an avid viewer of reality television, but he made it a point to watch a few episodes of the show he was going to star on, and the amount of harmony she was hoping for was a total pipe-dream.<br/><br/>Before he could mention anything, however, she already switched pages and stared into the night sky with what seemed like sparkles in her eyes. The innocence of the whole scene took a turn for the worse inside the Dark Prince. A twinge of guilt stabbed at his gut and his brows furrowed as his gaze continued to follow her. He stopped trying to interject with his own thoughts, instead letting her blow through her energy first so that he can get a word in edgewise without interrupting her flow.<br/><br/>When she hopped onto the bed, his jaw tightened even more and shook his head, closing his eyes. Had Lydia been somebody else, or acted in some other way, he would have made it so that she wouldn’t want to leave that mattress, pulling those cords to let the drapes cover the space in privacy in the not-so-private room. But he made no movements. He was like a statue, letting his eyes slowly open back up once more to view her intrigue build, no longer in the room…but in him. Her eyes, wide with interest caused his whole body to tense. He could do nothing. Not to her. He inhaled deeply, and held the breath, still not answering her.<br/><br/>His eyes were completely on her and nothing else at this point. When her overboisterousness and excitement finally slipped into nervousness, likely due to the fact that Yami was saying nothing while she was saying everything, and he could only stare while she looked everywhere, she finally slipped up and fell. Innocent and purity in a single shell could look no more beautiful, and no more untouchable by the likes of him.<br/><br/>With a sigh, Yami finally deflated and let his muscles untense. She may have sat up after that fall, but he still strode over in long strides, grabbing her by the arms and helping her to her feet. He wasn’t gentle, but nor was he rough. He quickly turned her around, giving her a once over, then turned her back to facing him once he was sure she wasn’t actually hurt and just hiding it. He shook his head, his face expressionless the entire time. “I’m sorry.” Was all he said to start, his eyes boring into hers. “I brought you here, yes, to learn more about you, but by doing so in many more ways than just talk.” He let his hands fall back to his sides and took a step away from her, still facing her. “But I’ve learned all I need to know. You are far too innocent for me. That’s not a bad thing, but I agree with your friend Rowan. You need to hold some of that information back when meeting new people. ‘Sweets’ can be endearing when used by somebody who knows you…but incredibly degrading when used by somebody who doesn’t. Don’t put yourself in that position with somebody you can’t fully trust.<br/><br/>“You got lucky this time. I may not be the boy a mother wants to see her daughter bring home,” he smirked, gesturing to his getup alone being enough to get standoffish looks from proper folk, before his face returned to his serious expression, “but I’m not a predator either. I respect the women I bed. You might not be so lucky the next time you run that mouth of yours like that. You give others too much ammunition and too much opportunity. Try to learn to protect yourself better. In the meantime, until you do…if anybody here gives you issue, come straight to me.” He pat a single long-fingered hand gently atop her head just a couple times before returning it back into his pocket. “I don’t believe we’re a match, so it might be best not to waste our time, don’t you think? So, why not go give that Norm guy the conversation you both clearly need. He seems to be a bit closer to your level. Just remember, if you run into any problems, just call out for ‘Yami.’ I’ll be there.” He gave her one last smile and then turned and walked away.<br/><br/>The man then made his way back to the bar with a heavy sigh, pouring out the stolen cider into the sink. He knew there wasn’t anything actually wrong with it, it was just that cider wasn’t quite his choice of alcohol. What happened next, however, caused an eyebrow to lift. He watched one of the guys start setting up something: limes, salt, patron. Yami’s serious expression slowly started to melt away, replaced instead with something devious. “Body shots?” He asked the tatted guy preparing everything.