<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f5/Jeromemanson.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: JEROME MANSON (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=211572.msg10561511#msg10561511)<br/><strong>Who:</strong>OPEN<br/><strong>Where:</strong>dock to Welcome kiosk<br/><strong>When: </strong>August 4th, before noon<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>white shirt, tight black jeans, sneakers, duffel bag (over the shoulder)<br/><hr/>Jerome was heading back out as he passed the store. For a moment it occurred to him to look for an umbrella, since it was still pouring outside. He smirked as the irony occurred to him that the one thing he'd never thought to need in this paradise was something against rain.<em>It never rains in paradise,</em>he thought with a smile, remembering that show with the really cute blonde ballerina he had the pleasure of working with.<br/><br/>For a moment Jerome didn't pay attention and just then it happened: A pretty lady stepped from the store that he was passing and they bumped into each other. Out of reflex his right hand snapped forward and caught the lady by the arm, while she caught herself gracefully before she could tumble backwards and bump into the display of sunglasses. It almost looked like a simple dance move.<br/><br/>The key he had in his hand had dropped and slid off under a display case with scuba gear - but that was not of concern at the moment.<br/><br/>As Jerome's fingers released their hold on her elbow and slid tenderly up her arm and shoulder while she was kneeling to pick up her bag, he felt trained muscles under tender skin a clear indicator that she worked out or had a very physical occupation.<br/><br/><strong>"Are you OK, Mademoiselle?"</strong>he asked, his eyes gliding over her lean body checking for a bruise or other mishap - however he had a look on his face that an onlooker could easily think he was checking her out.<br/><br/>His pleasant expression and smile faltered for a brief blink of an eye as she recognized him, but he regained his composure quickly:<strong>"It seems we are not meeting on even grounds here... You know me, yet I am not aware of whose company I have the pleasure of enjoying."</strong><br/><br/>That was not quite true really... She looked familiar... Like someone he's met before and whose name he was supposed to know. Maybe he had indeed met her, but maybe she just looked similar to one of the thousands of assemble dancers or backups he's met and performed in the same shows with over the years. It defiantly wasn't one of his students. That much he was sure of.<br/><br/>He knelt next to her, placing his duffle bag onto the ground as he retrieve her bag for her, careful to keep the delicate garment inside and pretending he had not noticed - even though for a brief moment the question shot through his mind what such a thin, tender thing would feel like on a fine body like hers. He looked into her eyes and smiled, thinking that she was very pretty as he waited for her to introduce herself. And as they knelt there next to each other his nostrils filled with her sensual sent and he started to feel that he wouldn't mind getting to know her "<em>Bekamor-Style"</em>.