<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/60/Chrisevans.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: M. Vaas (http://URL)<br/><strong>Who: Jen Miles</strong><br/><strong>Where: Somewhere on the trail...</strong><br/><strong>When: Early Morning Exercise</strong><br/><strong>Wearing: A White Tai Chi Uniform, simple black shoes </strong><br/><hr/><br/>Mason pulled at his water bottle, relieving some of the aching in his jaw. His voice, clear in the morning stillness, answered:<em>"You didn't disturb me at all. It seems that barely anyone comes out here, and as soon as I arrived and got settled, I realized I had to get some air. "</em>His tone and pitch were soothing, almost as if he were speaking in a trance; his demeanor seemed remarkably calm. She had the distinct impression that he was sizing her up.<br/><br/>He grinned at her, the expression on his face obvious as she took her hair down. Inwardly, Mason didn't care at all about a little dirt... Sweat was meant to be felt. He drank from his water bottle again.<em>"It's a pleasure to meet you, Jen. My name's Mason."</em>He smiled at her, then gave a quiet chuckle.<em>"No, actually, I'm the second Massage Therapist on staff... I'm starting tomorrow afternoon, as a matter of fact."</em>He admired her gorgeous body, but only as one who recognized others' dedication to their body. Her hair caught the breeze at just the right moment, and it brought a momentary sparkle to his eye. It was at that moment, as she'd finally come close enough to touch, that he saw her beauty in full.<br/><br/>He let her get close and he remained open. Inwardly, he kept his thoughts to himself, waiting for her to set the tone of the exchange... Often, when others met those in the Bodywork Profession, people would begin a long list of ails and sufferings, or at the very least seek to touch. He bit his lip playfully, his white teeth sparkling. He kept his eyes on the blonde beauty, wondering if everything he heard about the Island was true. Even if it were, he wasn't a pushover, and believed the battle was all part of the conquest.<br/><br/>It seemed to her that, at the very least, he wouldn't be an easy conquest.<br/><br/><em>"You look like you're enjoying your run, but you look like a swimmer."</em>He commented, making a show of looking her from top to bottom. He could still pick up the faint smell of chlorine... likely from her sun-bleached blonde hair, and associated it with boyhood days spent watching the girls his age swim... Young love, and fond memories.<br/><br/>He was making small talk, relaxing easily in the exchange while still asking for more of her.<em>"I haven't swam in a real pool since... Japan, I think. It's been months."</em>He winked at her, one beautiful blue eye blinking in a sly gesture. His pants caught a breeze and they fluttered, accentuating his hips and washboard stomach, as well as the curve of a finely toned backside.<br/><br/>Mason wondered how soon it would be, until he'd be able to put his hands on her.