<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/7f99193bdd6c074d28540bd2f646a23f/tumblr_mmqetiDjTd1qfd2i0o1_1280.jpg)</div><br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Aaron Casey (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173794.msg8243097#msg8243097)<br/><strong>Occupation/Status:</strong>Night Life Photographer/Back Peddling<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outside Purgatory<br/><strong>Action Summary:</strong>Challenge Accepted<br/><strong>Tagged Characters:</strong>Dannara<br/><strong> Open to Others?:</strong>All aboard!<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>It was perhaps a very good question. Usually women went for the self depreciation but it seemed this one was almost downright confused. Just where did she come from? Even more so why was she at a club if she was not used to flirting with anyone else. The journalist inside of him wanted to know, wanted the answers to all the questions. The man on the other hand would love to know just what she might taste like. The male within was very okay with being an unrepentant man whore. "You know." he offered a quick shrug a hand moving through his short hair, "I am not really sure. It seemed like you were used to a certain kind of reception and I just wanted to make you feel a bit more comfortable with me."<br/><br/>He listened carefully. The fact that she could weave in and out of a club full of people without so much of a guide was impressive. "I would simply love to know how you do that. I can barely put one foot in front of the other when I have all five of my senses. How you can do it while being down one is downright amazing." He thought of her moving around with a cane and it seemed like it would be out of place, even more so with the white film over her eyes. There was something about the way she held herself that spoke of an inner strength to do without the trapping of her handicap. It was something that Aaron was quite enamored with.<br/><br/>"Well, in my line of work there are people out there that do not like their activities exposed to the light of day. It is my job to make sure those people get all the vitamin D they need to stay on the straight and narrow." It had been a long time since he had any of those kind of stories. The reporter still perused some of those questions but it was not the kind of story that put food on the table. Now he was just a glorified wedding photographer on the best days but there was still a room in his small apartment that was covered in at least eight different kinds of string connecting events all over the world that would make the most rampant conspiracy buff cry out in glee at seeing it. There was no time to answer to the accusation of being no better then a ambulance chaser in the photography world. Instead there was another game afoot.<br/><br/>It seemed that she wanted to dance after all. "Keep up?" He chuckled and followed her slipping through the gaps in the crowd that she seemed to instinctively find. "Its more likely do you think you can handle all of this."<br/>