Bekamor, Adult Resort ~ Welcome Center
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				Title: <strong>Bekamor, Adult Resort ~ Welcome Center</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>20-08-2014, 02:13:09</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: justify;">First building to be seen when guests arrive at the island by boat (the only way to reach the island) is the Welcome Center. The building has two floors. The first floor has small kiosk to provide information regarding the island and it is also where one can rent one of the small motor boats and required lifejackets available to the residents and the guests. Most of the floor is occupied by a shop for souvenirs and basics such as sunscreen, lotions, basic scuba diving gear. <br><br>On the second floor is a large game room with a few round tables to play games. There is also a square custom-made made to play Twister (Twice the size, so that multiple adults can play) that is permanently glued to the floor. There is a walk-in closet that is filled with board games, cards, poker chips... Everything needed to keep busy during rainy days. There is also a small, covered terrace for smokers or people who just want some fresh air.</div><br><div align="center"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Where tags:</strong></td></tr><tr><td><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">Welcome &amp; Info kiosk</li><li type="disc">Souvenir Shop</li><li type="disc">Game room</li><li type="disc">Game storage room</li><li type="disc">Washrooms</li><li type="disc">Balcony/Terrace</li><li type="disc">Manager's office</li></ul></td></tr></tbody></table></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bekamor, Adult Resort ~ Welcome Center</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BruceTheCat</strong> on <strong>23-09-2014, 08:58:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fd/EthanLassiter.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Ethan Lassiter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=211572.msg10523621#msg10523621)<br><strong>Who:</strong>&nbsp; OPEN<br><strong>Where:</strong>&nbsp; Welcome &amp; Info Kiosk<br><strong>When: </strong>&nbsp; Sunday August 10th, 1:00PM<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Hawaiian Shirt, light blue bathing suite, sunglasses<br><hr><br>Ethan had come in by boat early that afternoon, the only person in fact actually being dropped off at the resort. Naturally the man thought that was a little weird, but according to the Captain of the ship this place “wasn't like Disney World”. People didn't show up in droves. The Bekamor, Adult Resort was pretty exclusive at least in reputation. Which gave him all the more reason to feel excited about the trip. While stepping off from the small vessel and onto the dock, Ethan upturned his head to the sun and winced behind his sunglasses. The weather was perfect. Hot with a cool breeze, every gust of wind feeling even more refreshing than the last. Lightly whipping his orange and white floral designed shirt about his muscular frame before he finally focused back down and headed along the stretch of dock towards the welcome center. Every footfall in his flip-flops making the wood underfoot creek loudly. He thought he looked like the stereotypical tourist, especially in the choice of clothing. Bathing suit that fell just above his knees, Hawaiian shirt, and a pair of dark sunglasses. All that was missing was the Gilligan's Island hat to complete the arrangement. Frankly if Ethan had one on hand, he probably would have worn it just for the laughs.<br><br>Halfway to the Welcome Center building, his hand slipped into the bag he carried in one arm which held an assortment of his clothes and vacation tools. Retrieving his phone, Ethan noticed that he already had a missed call from his wife. Silently cursing that he had not remembered to text her when he had “landed”. It was a lie of course, Ethan had just been on a boat, not a plane. And he was suppose to be in Chicago, not some island resort for two weeks of carnal fun and debauchery. But Meredith (his wife) didn't have to know that. Slipping the into his pocket, resolving to call her later, Ethan finished the short trip up to the main welcome desk.<br><br>The inside was not air conditioned and had it's doors open wide, feeling even cooler outside of the sun and without the AC running than his house did during the summer. There was a kiosk in the center with a few pamphlets, as well as a staircase which lead to a second story. A small room to the side having the visible signs of rental scuba gear equipment, and a souvenir shop. Ethan set his bag down on the floor, pulled off his sunglasses and slipped them down onto his top button to hang loosely from his shirt. His light blue eyes searching around for the signs or noises of other people. It was strange, since arriving he had not heard anything save the sounds of the ocean. Already it felt more peaceful than most places Ethan had ever visited.<br><br><strong>”Anyone around?”</strong> Ethan called out while taking a tentative step forward towards the kiosk, honestly uncertain what he was and was not allowed to touch. Plucking out one of the pamphlets to get an idea of the layout of the island, some of the activities, and when the event times were during the week. <strong>”Man an Executive Chef on staff, free massages and spa, along with a BDSM scene performer. This reviews were right about this place”</strong> it had everything!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bekamor, Adult Resort ~ Welcome Center</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>23-09-2014, 12:32:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/77/JanaLam.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Jana Lam (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=211572.msg10398246#msg10398246)<br><strong>Who:</strong> Ethan Lassiter, OPEN<br><strong>Where:</strong> Welcome &amp; Info Kiosk<br><strong>When: </strong> Sunday August 10th, 1:00PM<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://www.coco-fashion.com/upload/sklep/CJdpMC7sMy.jpg)<br><br><hr><br>Jana had been rather busy over the past few days and if her hands weren't super skilled and trained to be able to handle the workload of many massages and haircuts - well she would have a lot of pain in her hands. Things had been fairly slow and quiet for Jana recently - ever since her lustful night with the security guard Ryan. The man seemed to be rather busy since that last night that they spend together, so Jana found herself with this new desire and state of lust that ached for the touch of a man once again. Unfortunately, she had been so busy with appointments that were back to back with each other - she hadn't even had the time to indulge in trying to find someone to satisfy this need. Although, honestly Jana didn't even know where to begin. Something was beginning to awake inside of her and she had no idea how to even begin to satisfy the need. She had tried masturbating, but it wasn't the same. The bite mark on her shoulder was beginning to heal and the trace of someone marking her was almost completely gone. Jana was finding herself to become the woman that she was once before - and she didn't want that to happen.<br><br>So, she decided to request a few days off, but she couldn't find Marisa. That's when she decided to make her way to the Welcome Desk - seeing if she could find any of her co-workers that could direct her to the right away. Currently she was dressed a bit different than she usually did. For some reason the cold breeze in the air was catching her off guard today and she had felt rather cold. Deciding to throw on a thin off-white material dress that came down to her elbows. It came down to her mid thigh, but she still wanted to cover a bit of her body. She decided to wear long black stockings that came above her kneecaps and even had on a pair of black boots to match it. She wore a long bronze looking necklace that rested against her cleavage, letting the soft fabric of her dress give hint to the cushioned and perky pillows that were underneath. Jana currently wore her hair tucked up behind in the back, making it look like she had hair that came down to her chin. Sometimes she thought it was rather nice that she was so excellent with hair - because she could easily change her look day by day. <br><br>"Where is everyone?" she began to lightly mutter to herself while her soft footsteps began to echo through Welcome Area. She just wanted to find out where Marisa was, but then Jana realized that she hadn't quite checked her office yet. "Oh damn," she lightly muttered to herself while walking into the area, but then noticing that the Welcome Area wasn't completely empty. Just as she was about to run around and leave - she saw someone that she didn't recognize. And damn, he was easy on the eyes. Jana leaned her head to the side as she stared at him, brushing a bit of her hair from her face as she began to grin. He looked strong, muscular, and by the way he was dressed definitely a tourist. "A new guest..." she muttered to herself before deciding to take that plunge. That feeling deep in her belly of wanting to lustfully encounter a sexual experience like she did before was still growing. Maybe this man would help - if she could figure out how to play her cards right. <br><br>"Hello," she said with her soft voice and tapped the taller man on his shoulder. Motioning for him to pay attention to the small petite lady that was standing behind him. Her make-up was rather neutral today, showing off the natural beauty of her face. "Did you need help finding something? Or are you looking for someone?" Jana was then fishing for answers at this point, mostly seeing if he was here alone, "Waiting for your <em>wife</em> or <em>girlfriend</em>?" Jana was obviously very terrible at flirtation and picking up men, but she was going to give it a shot. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bekamor, Adult Resort ~ Welcome Center</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BruceTheCat</strong> on <strong>24-09-2014, 01:49:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fd/EthanLassiter.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Ethan Lassiter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=211572.msg10523621#msg10523621)<br><strong>Who:</strong>&nbsp;<br><strong>Where:</strong>&nbsp;<br><strong>When: </strong>&nbsp;<br><strong>Wearing:</strong><br><hr><br>Ethan only had to wait a few extra minutes, mentally trying to memorize some of the event times in the pamphlet between his fingers before he felt a soft tap on shoulder. Straightening up to turn around while a feminine "Hello" perked his ears. The man needed to blink a few times in order to fully realize what he was seeing. On a few feet away from his large from was a petite, young Vietnamese woman wearing a off white dress. She was gorgeous to say the least, and for a second Ethan realized that he recognized her. Though he couldn't place where just yet. Smiling handsomely, Mr. Lassiter went to work giving Jana's body a quick once over. She was curvy, with a medium sized chest and hips that (though he could not see it) teased at the fullness of her rear. Wearing makeup that did more to accent just how pretty she was, rather than make her look some tramp. <br><br><strong>"Hey there" </strong>his broad smile and eyes finally returning to focus on Jana's own gaze. If she was any indication of the level of women he could expect to find during&nbsp; this vacation of debauchery, the resort was worth every penny. Understandably the next question out of her mouth was whether he was looking for something, or someone. Ethan would have responded that he was just wanting to get his room key and check in, but before he could Jana suddenly suggested that maybe Lassiter was there with a wife or girlfriend. Her intent behind it could not have been more obvious. Laughing while noticing the necklace nestled in her cleavage, Ethan shook his head.<strong> "Nope, my wife doesn't know I'm here. And I haven't found a girlfriend for my resort vacation yet."</strong> Suddenly Ethan realized where he recognized Jana from. <br><br>Turning his pamphlet one page back, the noisy paper drawing their attention down, Ethan's eyes scanned down until he found the advertisement for complimentary massages. A picture of the pretty, petite young woman sitting in the center of the page. She was an employee of the rest, but more interesting than that was the fact that she was a masseuse. <strong>"I'm Ethan by the way"</strong> extending a hand to shake hers, his palm able to wrap around the majority of her hand. <strong>"You actually may be able to help me though. I'm trying to get the key to my room, and there doesn't seem to be anyone at the front desk. I'm trying to get a massage in before lunch. The boat ride was a bit choppy and it's giving me some tightness. You know what I mean?"</strong> Lying through his teeth about all of that, but doing a remarkable job of it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bekamor, Adult Resort ~ Welcome Center</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>24-09-2014, 14:30:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/77/JanaLam.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Jana Lam (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=211572.msg10398246#msg10398246)<br><strong>Who:</strong> Ethan Lassiter, OPEN<br><strong>Where:</strong> Welcome &amp; Info Kiosk<br><strong>When: </strong> Sunday August 10th, 1:00PM<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://www.coco-fashion.com/upload/sklep/CJdpMC7sMy.jpg)<br><br><hr><br>The man said the word wife and instantly Jana's shoulders began to slump, but she hung on the next few words coming out of his mouth and it seemed that he was looking for someone to play with while her was here. Her shoulders stiffed back up and her eyes sparked. Realizing that this was now a prime opportunity to see if this man wanted to indulge on her newest fantasies. The doors of her sexually repressed life was beginning to close and the doors of the sexual beast that she was to become were opening full force and beckoning her to come outside and bask in it - naked of course. Jana smiled and blushed her cheeks a bit listening to him. The pamphlet did have a rather adorable picture of her inside of it, but it was with her hair down. She noticed him looking at it and she said, "Oh! Here!" She moved her hands to her back to the clip in her hair, and her breasts pressed against the silky off white fabric, giving hint to her lacy bra underneath. There was a quick snap and her hair fell down to her shoulders. A few waves near the end as she ran her fingers through her thick and silky hair. Showing off that she looked just like the woman in the picture now, "Yeah, that's me!" She gave him a quirky smile and then stuffed the clips into the little pockets on her dress.<br><br>Jana held out her hand to him and she said, "My name is Jana...Jana Lam, but you probably already knew that if you looked at the pamphlet." Her cheeks were beginning to blush again while she realized that she was rather terrible at this. How was she ever going to manage to take him back to her cottage, so she could see what his body looked like nude and what sort of sexual deviant in bed he was. Already she gulped down some of her spit just thinking of those thoughts and fantasies in her mind. Her hands were soft, but yet had a sense of firmness that was great for massages. He mentioned the word massage and her eyes perked up yet again and she gave him a genuine smile. Instantly seeing how she could possibly convince him to indulge in her fantasies, "Well, I'm unsure where everyone is right now, but I can show you the way to the Spa? And I can give you a free massage - I'll just need your room number whenever you get it..." she raised her finger to her plush bottom lip as she thought and then said, "I already have your name...so I don't have to worry about that." Then without much else to say she then said, "But yes! Come with me and we'll get that massage done. "<br><br>She was currently off work, but right now there was no one manning the Spa. Jana figured that she may as well stay within the place - in case there were any walk-ups. She was a hard worker and suddenly the thoughts of requesting a few days off disappeared from her mind. She wanted to be around when this guy maybe wanted a massage or even a hair cut, but he looked fairly well groomed. Instantly, Jana's warm and welcoming nature wrapped around his arm as she said, "So come with me and we'll get you all set up." Her soft breast pressed against his arm as she guided him, suitcase and all, into the resort and heading toward the Spa area which wasn't far from Welcome Center. "I'm thinking that you possibly need some deep-tissue massaging, yes?" she continued to talk to him while holding on to his arm with her arms and guiding him away from the Welcome Center. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bekamor, Adult Resort ~ Welcome Center</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>03-10-2014, 21:03:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a2/Alex_oloughlin.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Gabriel Lennox (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=211572.msg10400301#msg10400301), Island Security Guard<br><strong>Who:</strong> Alexandra<br><strong>Where:</strong> On the way to the welcome center<br><strong>When: </strong> Saturday August 2nd, morning<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Navy blue shorts, tight white shirt, sneakers and the Security wristband<br><hr><div style="text-align: justify;">Walking by her, Gabriel had is usual self-confidence in place. Whenever he dealt with security matters or something that was work-related, something in his demeanor changed slightly. His way to hold himself had this “don’t fuck with me” touch to it. It was something that he did completely unconsciously, like he was shifting between modes. In this case, though, even if he did hold himself with that confidence, he was quite attentive of Alexandra and her behavior, the tension in her movement just in case she saw something he didn’t like the creep coming toward them or just watching over them. He wouldn’t put it past the creepy offender to lie in&nbsp; wait knowing that she had to come out of the restaurant sooner or later.<br><br>“I have a friend who’s a cousin of Marisa.&nbsp; I’ve lived most of my life next door to a part of the Milano family. About a year and a half ago, I lost my job as security guard because the company I worked for closed its doors. So I told my friend that if he knew about a place who’d need someone with my skill set, I’d be willing to relocate. I never thought I’d relocate that far and in this kind of environment, but I said I’d try for a month and it’s been a year.” Gabriel said, keeping a longer story rather short. <br><br>Gabriel left his hand lightly on her back. It was a gesture that he did not mean as a flirt, just like holding out her arms to her earlier was not meant to be an attempt at holding her and kissing her.&nbsp; It was a protective gesture, a way for him to let her know she was there and for anyone who look at them to know that she was with him in that way. “How about you? How did you end up waiting table in this little piece of paradise?” He asked and took his eyes off the street, knowing that the Welcome Center was now just a few steps ahead, with the management’s office&nbsp; on the first floor.<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bekamor, Adult Resort ~ Welcome Center</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>justme4386</strong> on <strong>04-10-2014, 22:51:04</strong>
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				<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... DUH!) ;)<br><hr>Jerome was glad to have reached solid ground again. He never had a problem with moving objects - ships, planes, boats, heck even sliding stage pieces never unsettled him - but today the trip to the island resort had been especially bad. With the rain moving in last night, Jerome had been soaked by the time the boat had left the harbor and when it hit the rough sea on the cruise over, it had become wet AND bumpy AND a bit chilly from the wind. So he was really looking forward to a hot shower and some relaxation. Maybe he would try to talk Marisa into adding a hot tub to her spa area... some nice hot water to soak... maybe while getting a massage from some sweet smelling, sensitive girl... Jerome had to smile.<br><br>He loved this place and he loved every moment he was able to spend here. Unfortunately his busy schedule always kept his visits short and the time between visits long and longer. As he made his way through the rain up to the reception building, he thought back... Had it been five month? Six month? Way too long anyway, considering how short his last trip had been. And this one was not going to be any different, he thought with a sigh. He was still feeling weary after the flight from and it would only be 4 days before he had to make his way onward to New York.<br><br>Jerome stepped into the building and tried to lose as much water from his hair and clothes as he possibly could before moving further into the building. <em>The nice thing about the tropics though,</em> he thought to himself, <em>is that the rain's warm. In London I'd be catching pneumonia or something like this.</em><br><br><strong>"Bonjours mademoiselle"</strong>, he addressed the young woman behind the counter. <strong>"My name is Jerome Manson, I have a reservation."</strong> As the girl checked in her computer, he took in her form and features. He smiled warmly... yes, this resort would never fail to deliver on his expectations for sweet memories...<br><br><strong>"Thank you very much"</strong>, he said as his hand closed around hers for a moment while he took the key from her. Then he reached out with his other free hand to gently caress her face. It was the kind of tender caress that a father might give his child... nothing anyone would expect from a stranger. But the girl had read the note when pulling up his guest-file and didn't flinch, but smiled - something that Jerome was very thankful for.<br><br><strong>"You are new here."</strong> It wasn't a question, it was a statement. <strong>"You are very pretty, mon amie, and I would remember."</strong> He smiled with a little sparkle in his eyes, his white teeth gleaming as he turn around and headed towards his room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bekamor, Adult Resort ~ Welcome Center</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jemady Angel</strong> on <strong>09-10-2014, 19:37:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f0/KaterinaSouls.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Katerina "Kat" Souls (http://URL)<br><strong>Who:</strong> Jerome Manson<br><strong>Where:</strong> Welcome Center Store --- Hall<br><strong>When: </strong> August 4th, before noon<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=136978638 (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=136978638)<br><hr><br>Once again Katerina Souls could not find her best friend anywhere. It had been a constant thing in the last few days that they had been on the island and despite the fact that they were on the island for her birthday, as a gift to her, her best friend had gone out to exercise for longer periods of time than Katerina was used to her doing. She knew that her best friend loved the fresh air, and she had admitted the island was getting to her the night before when she crashed before going dancing with Katerina, but she was very confused by the meaning behind those words. <br><br>So after some breakfast she had decided that she was going to enjoy some time on her own. She had sprayed herself with sunblock, head to toe, and pulled on her favorite bathing suit with a simple ensemble to cover it on top. After a small breakfast she hummed as she half danced down the stairs towards the welcome center where she planned to pursue around the gift shop for a little while. Which is exactly what she did, for almost two hours straight, okay maybe she was a little more than bored on her own at this point but what else was she supposed to do? <br><br>She was not used to being alone, but since her recent divorce that is all she seemed to ever be, alone. Her husband, whom had been cheating on her for long then she cared to know, had finally decided he was done. Done as in, he had wanted to move in with the woman he had gone and gotten knocked up. She was devastated, and for the last four months as the divorce progressed she had nothing left except her career, her apartment, and his last name. The last being something she would not be able to get rid of until he signed the final papers saying he was happy taking the house, cars, and everything else they had shared for the last six years. <br><br>Finally, her thoughts having plagued her enough she decided she was done in the shop and purchased a cute nighty she had spotted in the back of the store. She had always liked to wear night dressed to bed, but it seemed she realized now he had not noticed them for a long time. She almost turned around to return it when she was walking out the door, but instead she accidently bumped into someone as she was not truly paying any attention to where she was going. <br><br>She stumbled a little bit, but with the grace of a woman whom knew dancing she caught herself before stumbling into anything else, especially something valuable. “I am so sorry…” she started to stumble out as she turned to grab the bag she had dropped in her disaster walk, the white with blue accent garment sliding against the floor, before she stopped and stared up at the man whom she had just walked into. <br><br>“Jerome Manson?” She asked her blue eyes that accented so nicely against her light skin and dark locks were shocked as she stood up straight immediately. Her thoughts flying around her as she stared at the icon in front of her, a man she knew greatly from rumors and even from dancing backup before. She was stunned into immediate silence, her tongue feeling like it was caught in her throat. Memories slipping through her mind and a warning sign flaring as she realized the well-known dancing star / womanizer whom stood in front of her now. He looked like he had just arrived at the resort, and with water sticking his shirt to him she thought, not for the first time, what an amazing dancer he was. She only wished she was as good as him, but that was a thought she quickly had to toss away as she realized her bag was on the floor and she scrambled to go pick it up quickly. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bekamor, Adult Resort ~ Welcome Center</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bloodied Porcelain</strong> on <strong>09-10-2014, 20:35:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/40/LexiOCallahan.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Alexandra O’Callahan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=211572.msg10420133#msg10420133), Waitress<br><strong>Who:</strong> Gabriel, Closed<br><strong>Where:</strong> On the way to the Welcome Center<br><strong>When: </strong> Saturday August 2nd | Morning<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Short white shorts and a Bekamor Staff shirt with her name tag on it, clean white running shoes, hair in a ponytail<br><hr>Alex walked out of the dining room with Gabriel, instinctively staying close to his side, though not quite close enough that their bodies would touch or anything. In fact, his hand on her back was the only part of them that had contact. Her eyes were constantly darting around as they walked, watching uneasily for her unwanted admirer from earlier to be lying in wait for her. Though she didn’t spot him, she couldn’t shake the feeling that he was indeed watching her from somewhere. <br><br>Swallowing hard, she forced herself to focus on Gabriel’s words instead of the feeling of someone’s eyes on her back, making the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. His story was certainly more interesting than hers, and she wondered at what it must have been like to have a support system and friends like he did, willing to help him find a job when he lost his. <br><br>At his question, she gave a little shrug. “I answered an ad. The way it sounded, I figured this place would be just a basic resort. I didn’t realize the uhm… nature of the place until after the first three interviews and the background check,” she said with a soft chuckle. “I have to admit that there are still some days I ask myself why I took the job. Not because I don’t like it here, but you know… I can’t help but feel a little out of place. Not sure I’ll ever get really comfortable with… things… like most people here are.” <br><br>In the time she’d been there, she’d barely had any relations with anyone at all at the resort. She hardly counted the spur of the moment decision to sleep with Jax something that qualified her as being “at ease”, especially when one considered the fact that she wasn’t sure she’d ever be able to look the lifeguard in the eye again after acting that way. She could barely walk by a couple having sex under a tree without wanting to turn ten shades of red. <br><br>Looking up at Gabriel, she took in his face for a moment before looking back down almost immediately, her fingers tucking her hair behind her ear. His hand was still on her back and she still felt torn between the urge to press in to that hand, to enjoy the feel of his touch, and the urge to pull away and not be touched at all, if only out of how incredibly odd it was for her to find herself enjoying a strangers’s touch so much. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bekamor, Adult Resort ~ Welcome Center</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MelisaArtemis</strong> on <strong>10-10-2014, 10:57:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/46/MizukiIzumi.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Mizuki Izumi (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=211572.msg10580809#msg10580809)<br><strong>Who:</strong> Ryuuji Izumi, OPEN<br><strong>Where:</strong> Heading toward the Welcome Center<br><strong>When: </strong> Saturday August 2nd. Morning<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://img.dxcdn.com/productimages/sku_237358_4.jpg) without anything underneath.<br><hr><br><br>Mizuki stepped unto the wooden dock with her husband right behind her before taking the time to look toward the resort where they would be spending the honeymoon at. The place had come with glowing recommendation from their friends and from where she was standing, it certainly wasn't hard to see why. She felt more than saw the boatsman having his eyes glued on her and blushed though she kept the appearance of not noticing it. She knows for a fact that the "dress" that her husband had chosen for her did absolutely nothing to hide her body to anyone yet she obeyed anyway since it pleased him. <br><br>Once her husband joined her on the dock followed by their luggage, they head straight toward the welcome center with the help of the signs showing them the way. The building was easy enough to find once they passed the arc with the word "Welcome" on it and wasted no time to enter. The pretty girl behind the receptionist desk was very friendly in welcoming them and giving brief esplanation about the resort immediately ticks the right spot in their conscience. The pair exited the building with satisfied expression as they heads straight to their suite room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bekamor, Adult Resort ~ Welcome Center</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>justme4386</strong> on <strong>10-10-2014, 18:27:50</strong>
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				<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>.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bekamor, Adult Resort ~ Welcome Center</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jemady Angel</strong> on <strong>12-10-2014, 00:05:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f0/KaterinaSouls.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Katerina "Kat" Souls (http://URL)<br><strong>Who:</strong> Jerome Manson<br><strong>Where:</strong> Hall<br><strong>When: </strong> August 4th, before noon<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=136978638 (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=136978638)<br><hr><br>Slipping her bag into her hand she turned to look back at Jerome and found herself very close to him. She was stunned for a moment, her bright blue eyes staring at him before she cleared her throat and then with a small nervous smile she pushed some of her black curls out of her face. “I am sorry; you probably do not recognize me. I am a backup; I worked with you in a show this last spring as one of the dancers. We also worked together a year ago, but I was helping with stage crew and set design then. I work different parts of the stage… I also sing and act.” <br><br>She paused, catching her breath as she realized that she was ranting, causing her blush before she noticed that the two of them were still kneeling on the floor and a tingling feeling was rushing up her arm from where his hand had been, from before she was talking even. She tried to compose herself as the pictures of a beautiful woman reminded her of why she was not flying home to the next show offer she had this week. Her ex-husband, and a certain woman whom had also slept with the man in front of her. At least that is what she knew to be true. <br><br>“I am Katerina Souls.” She said, starting to stand up with her bag and brushing herself off as she continued to blush. “I am sorry for throwing you off, both with my sudden outburst of your name… and well... bumping into you as well.” She was staring at the floor now, trying to figure out what to say. <br><br>Part of her wanted to revel at the man in front of her; a man whom was an amazing dancer and also a part of the show she had refused, and instead taken this long two week vacation from. On the other hand she knew his reputation, one of the dancers in the show she had been in with her had told her about his reputation, and how he had tried to hit on her as well. He was very touchy, and she saw him close to people all of the time. It did not help he had been with the same woman that now shared her bed with her ex-husband while she had only her apartment where she went when she worked left. <br><br>It did not even dawn on her that she had given the man her husband’s last name. She had been Katerina Souls for so long that putting her maiden name after her name didn’t sound right to her, and as it was her last name change was not official, so in truth for now she was still Katerina Souls, even if another woman was going to take on that last name, she imaged, not to long from now. She knew how he had been, and in truth, she had married very young and now felt dumb for it. She just hoped it didn’t end up ruining her career, because her husband working in the same field had been a boost before, but ex-husband could be a huge disaster now. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bekamor, Adult Resort ~ Welcome Center</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>justme4386</strong> on <strong>13-10-2014, 18:13:53</strong>
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				<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 calmly smiled at Kat as they knelt so close to each other while she took her little bag. She blushed very cutely and Jerome felt a huge urge to just reach out and brush some of her black curls from her sexy face... To cradle her face in his hand and tell her how pretty he thought she was. Here at Bekamore that would be quite OK, but he hadn't really arrived here - at least not in his state of mind... He still tried to resist his urge and succeeded. Instead he just listened to her and tried to think back to where they might have met... And then it happened: she mentioned that one show he'd never forget in his life.<br><br>For a brief moment his gentle face expression slipped from his features and his astonishment, aggravation and shame rushed over him as it all came back to him: <br><br>It had been an Off-Broadway production in the size of assemble Jerome usually didn't perform in anymore. But an old friend of his who was doing the choreography had practically begged him to help out when his main performer broke a leg and the understudy proved far from capable. Many things could be said about Jerome, but nobody could ever claim that he didn't help a friend in need. So he agreed to the show - as a favor, as a change of pace, as a chance to see New York again. It all had been wonderful - a small assemble, friendly folks on and off stage and some good times with his old buddy... Yes, he even remembered seeing that pretty pale face with black curls and blue eyes. But he remembered her to be taken and thus never approached her. So all had been nice and relaxing Until one day... Jerome took a deep breath as the memories of emotions washed over him again.<br><br>He had been in his dressing room after the performance and still flooded with adrenalin, high on endorphins as it had been a great performance - 19 curtains and standing ovations... The sold out house was by now standard after word got out that he was in this show. He was changing to go back to the hotel when Natalie, the small ballerina who he was staring with knocked and came in. For Jerome there was nothing special about the girl being in his dressing room while he was only in his knickers, toweling the sweat off. Dancers in general were very relaxed about their bodies - many of the people started undressing for changing while on the way to the dressing room and it was nothing special to have a dancer with bared breasts rushing past you - so Jerome hadn't thought anything as he was continuing while Natalie asked he wanted to join some of the cast for drinks. As she was about to head back out she slipped and Jerome caught her. Maybe they stood there too long pressed against each other, maybe his hand had slipped to cup the gentle curve of her butt... Jerome didn't remember what it had been but when the manager Kevin Souls had come into his dressing room, he had gone ballistic and in the end fired Jerome on charges of sexual harassment. And then pulled string... Spread rumors... Jerome had no idea, but he wasn't getting any more contracts from the Broadway ever since.<br><br>He caught his composure as Kat introducing herself brought him back and returned to smiling gently at Kat, but the smile didn't reach his eyes anymore.<br><br><strong>"Souls? You are Kevin Souls wife, aren't you,"</strong> he asked not aware of the recent development in their relationship. Deep within himself he could feel emotions stirring that he had not felt in a long, long time: furious rage. Back then her husband had said a lot of things, but he also had lectured that it wasn't OK to just get physical without anything real behind it... Not like he would listen to Jerome's objections that it wasn't that... But that didn't matter. What mattered was that here was his wife at a resort that was all about getting physical without "anything behind it"... And if she was here, that bigot wouldn't be far.<br><br>He was about to jump up and storm out of the store when he remembered his key still under the display of diving gear. Smoothly he lowered his upper body and pressed his head to the floor and looked under the case. Before looking back up at Kat... Realizing too late that with her standing again and him down on the floor, looking back up meant a clear view up her skirt... Quickly, but not too quickly for her to notice he averted his eyes and said: <strong>"I hate to bother you, Mrs Souls, but can you reach my key? Your hand is smaller than mine..."</strong><br><br>One may say many things about Jerome, but he never was one to treat anybody discourteous because of their choice of bed partner... Even if it was Kevin Souls.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bekamor, Adult Resort ~ Welcome Center</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jemady Angel</strong> on <strong>14-10-2014, 01:51:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f0/KaterinaSouls.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Katerina "Kat" Souls (http://URL)<br><strong>Who:</strong> Jerome Manson<br><strong>Where:</strong> Hall<br><strong>When: </strong> August 4th, before noon<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=136978638 (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=136978638)<br><hr><br>Kat did not miss the fall in his features when she mentioned her name, which caused a tiny flinch on her part despite the fact that she knew the circumstances that she now thought to question. Was Jerome really sexually harassing his co-star? It was just a passing thought as he spoke to her, causing her to stiffen a little bit as they were both standing and he mentioned her now ex husband. She flinched as he turned to walk away from her, realizing exactly whom she was right then and probably detesting her for it. He might even assume her ex was here with her. <br><br>Then, she paused to look at him with wide eyes as he kneeled on the floor and asked for her help. Him asking for her help was not the stunning part, but it was his establishing her thoughts as realization moments after she had thought them. It was true, he thought that she was still with Kevin, and of course why wouldn’t he? She had been last time he had seen her, and that had honestly not been that long ago if she really thought about it. Of course if she did, it just reminded her of what had also happened not too long ago. <br><br>She had gone home early from the practice run, she had been feeling sick the last couple of days but it had finally hit her too hard and she went home almost balling because she felt so bad. That is when she pulled around the corner and saw the familiar Corvet in the driveway. She could not believe her eyes, and had jumped out of her car having pulled over before the house and walked in the back gate. She entered the house walked through the dining room to find a table set for two, already eaten with empty red wine glasses and the anniversary wine from the rack on the table, empty. Walking into the hall she had seen the first sign of woman’s clothing, and before she reached the bedroom she heard the woman. When she pushed open the door they didn’t notice her right away and she had stared in silence for too long. <br><br>She had screamed, and the woman whom had not so long before in fact gotten Jerome name slaughtered along with the man that had been her husband was on top of him, riding his cock. She had screamed, and when they both had finally noticed her she was already turning and running out of the house. She never stepped foot in that house again, she had her things shipped to her New York apartment instead. <br><br>She came back to the present as she walked over to him slowly and kneeled on the floor. As she moved she had allowed her hair to fall and cover her face from view, her own thoughts only making her register that he could have a good view up her skirt for a split second before she pushed it away, not wanting to think about the rumors about him. After all, her husband had probably been screwing her back then as well. Maybe it was the reason he had reacted the way he did to Jerome. She didn’t know, but she kneeled down beside the man and started to reach under the case as she finally broke her silence and spoke. <br><br>“I am not Mrs Souls anymore, your old co-star Natalie Kindle made sure of that.” She pressed her body down against the ground, her ass up in the air as she reached and her breast pressed against the ground. She finally found the keys and pulled herself back up, placing them in his hand. She looked up at him, kneeling beside him again as a small sad smile set on her features. Her blue eyes distant. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bekamor, Adult Resort ~ Welcome Center</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>justme4386</strong> on <strong>15-10-2014, 00:25:22</strong>
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				<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> Kat Souls<br><strong>Where:</strong> Welcome kiosk<br><strong>When: </strong> August 4th, before noon<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> white shirt, tight black jeans, sneakers, duffel bag (standing on the ground)<br><hr>Jerome couldn't help but appreciate Kat's feminine rounds as she knelt to help retrieve his key. He was very grateful for that and felt torn between liking what he was and detesting who she was... well to be honest it was her that was the problem, it was who she had married.<br><br><em>"I am not Mrs Souls anymore..."</em> those words hit him like a backhanded swipe. Though he wasn't suprised that a pretty and graceful woman like her wouldn't be able to stay with a hypocritical scumbag like Souls, it also hit him that his negative emotion against her was without grounds - even more... they were unjustified.<br><br>With a thankful smile on his lips he took the key from her hands, closing both hands around hers, holding it for a moment...gently... tenderly... caring. He looked at her pretty face and then tenderly brushed the lose curls from her face and in the process cupping her cheek almost lovingly in his hand. His heart went out to her as she looked so sad... so frail... like a flower that had been through a storm.<br><br>Slowly he stood, pulling her back up to her feet with him. <strong>"Well, <em>Kat</em>,"</strong> he said, intentionally not saying her last name anymore to show that he understood her feelings, <strong>"We can't change old memories, but we can cherish the good ones and make new ones..."</strong> He left that hanging for a second before continuing: <strong>"So how about I invite you for a drink? To talk about good times? I can meet you at the bar by the pool in an hour after I refreshed myself a little."</strong><br><br>Jerome's gaze traveled from Kat's beautiful face to the rain streaked glass door and then he added: <strong>"But then, I believe there is a minibar in my room, if you would like to join me where it's dry...?"</strong> After all this was Bekamor... can't blame a guy for trying!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bekamor, Adult Resort ~ Welcome Center</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jemady Angel</strong> on <strong>15-10-2014, 02:58:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f0/KaterinaSouls.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Katerina "Kat" Souls (http://URL)<br><strong>Who:</strong> Jerome Manson<br><strong>Where:</strong> Hall<br><strong>When: </strong> August 4th, before noon<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=136978638 (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=136978638)<br><hr><br>Kat was surprised when he took her hand in his, and it defiantly stopped her from trying to walk away from him. She stared at his hand and stood up with him, trying to school her emotions on her face but she could not keep them from her eyes as she looked up at him and listened to his proposal. The corner of her mouth curved up a little bit, she had no plans for the day and with her friends constant disappearances she had been left alone a lot. On top of it, she realized as she look at the door nearby, it was poring buckets outside and she did not want to be stuck inside alone. <br><br>Looking up at him, her mind not taking his actions of brushing her hair back or having held her hand too long in a negative light she started to smile a little bit, taking some of the sadness from her eyes. She worked in dancing and theater her whole life, and though she did not per say allow people to touch her a lot it was not something she thought a lot about around other dancers. You were close and intimate in dance, and so it slipped from her mind which was probably more innocent then some would think as she nodded her head. <br><br>“The club is not opened till later on, and the outside bar I am sure is not opened right now but I could use a drink or two. Also I think the rooms are closer, so sure. I have no one else to be with today, my best friend whom brought me here this week for my birthday has been a bit MIA since we got here.” She said, looking a bit puzzled at this. In truth she was not aware of all the island was about, so with smile she nodded her head and looked towards the door. <br><br>“Thank you, Jerome, for not holding it against me whom I was married to. I don’t think were treated fairly now that I have a clearer view of him… I think he was with her back during that performance actually. He used to be a jealous man, I thought it had worn off, but maybe it was just redirected.” She whispered the last part before shaking her head, her black curls bouncing around as she did before she took a deep breath and started walking ahead. <br><br>“Come on! I am sure you want to get that duffle up to your room so you can relax! You just got done with show didn’t you? I am not a professional but I can give you a back message or foot message if you like? I know those always cheer me up after a long show!” She said, cheering up as she bounced towards the door walking backwards and beckoning to him as she opened it up and smiled behind her. She was known for switching moods easy, but as she looked at him some of the sadness still lay behind the energy she was now portraying. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bekamor, Adult Resort ~ Welcome Center</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>17-10-2014, 19:50:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a2/Alex_oloughlin.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Gabriel Lennox (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=211572.msg10400301#msg10400301), Island Security Guard<br><strong>Who:</strong> Alexandra<br><strong>Where:</strong> at the door<br><strong>When: </strong> Saturday August 2nd, morning<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Navy blue shorts, tight white shirt, sneakers and the Security wristband<br><hr><div style="text-align: justify;">”It’s like everything, when you are around something for a while, its shock value fades. I was a bit uneasy the first few weeks. My biggest concerns was to keep a professional front and it took me a while before I agreed to play with another staff member, and a while longer before I allowed myself to enjoy&nbsp; one of the guests. I was so nervous, so concerned that I would interrupt a couple because they appeared to break the site’s rule, but weren’t, and ruin their fun…” It was the reason why he had not reacted at her first cry, now he wished that he had.<br><br>“Now I’ve adapted because I wanted to. I wanted to look back on the years I’ve spent here and feel no regret for missed opportunities to play out fantasies that had been rattling around in my brain. You know, being a man and all.” He joked and smiled at her. He’s grin had something roguish to it, he was trying to get a reaction out of her, to get her to relax in his company. He understood why she was tensed, but he also knew that she was safe with him. The perv who had tried - and pretty much succeeded - in forcing himself onto her would never dare to try to come at her while she was with him, and he wouldn’t try something on her, not today anyway.<br><br>As they arrived at the welcome center, Gabriel opened the door for her and after a brief glance inside to make sure that he wasn’t pushing her right into the creep’s range, he moved aside to let her in. “Lady’s first.” Gabriel said. The office was in the back of the first floor, near the till for the souvenirs or other useful trinkets. The first floor of the welcome center was just a store with a few pamphlets about the place, giving advice and information readily. The games and such were all on the second floor. “All you have to do is fill a form.” He added, eying the open door to the empty management and security office.<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bekamor, Adult Resort ~ Welcome Center</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bloodied Porcelain</strong> on <strong>18-10-2014, 03:46:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/40/LexiOCallahan.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Alexandra O’Callahan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=211572.msg10420133#msg10420133), Waitress<br><strong>Who:</strong> Gabriel, Closed<br><strong>Where:</strong> On the way to the Welcome Center<br><strong>When: </strong> Saturday August 2nd | Morning<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Short white shorts and a Bekamor Staff shirt with her name tag on it, clean white running shoes, hair in a ponytail<br><hr>Alex listened as Gabriel talked about how nervous he'd been about interrupting the wrong thing... she had heard of people who came to the island wanting to play out some less than savory acts, who got to do so in an environment where they wouldn't be judged and could be safe about their play. Things like that must make being a security guard difficult... never knowing what was play and what was the real thing. <br><br>He continued, talking about adapting because he wanted to enjoy his time there... to not have to regret not getting to fulfill a fantasy of his because he was too nervous. "I... I can't say I've ever really had a fantasy," she admitted. "Not like <em>that</em>, anyway." Sure she'd had her fair share of innocent, small fantasies... She wanted to be kissed in the rain. She wanted to make love by candle light. She wanted to spend an evening being touched and caressed head to toe... gentle slips of hands over her flesh, worshiping her tenderly and making her feel beautiful. <br><br>But nothing like some of the crazy fantasies she'd seen people acting out here on the island... <br><br>His grin and the look on his face brought a blush to her cheeks and a tiny smile, though she bowed her head to look away from him, shoving her hands in to her pockets nervously. When they walked into the welcome center, she spotted the door to the office and moved toward it, letting him lead the way inside before following him in. While she waited to be given the form, she settled herself in to a chair. "What do you do when you're not saving damsels and being all intimidating?" she asked with a little smile, trying to relieve the tension she felt as much as he had when he grinned at her. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bekamor, Adult Resort ~ Welcome Center</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>24-10-2014, 23:25:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a2/Alex_oloughlin.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Gabriel Lennox (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=211572.msg10400301#msg10400301), Island Security Guard<br><strong>Who:</strong> Alexandra<br><strong>Where:</strong> at the door<br><strong>When: </strong> Saturday August 2nd, morning<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Navy blue shorts, tight white shirt, sneakers and the Security wristband<br><hr><div style="text-align: justify;">Once they were both in the Welcome Center, Gabriel led her quickly into the office but he felt better with the four walls of the building around them. He suspected that she would feel the same way too.&nbsp; “Ah, well, everyone is different. When you are ready, if you ever get to that point, I am sure you will be able to find someone who is suited to fulfill whatever desire you have.” It was more or less what this place was about to begin with: exploring one’s sexuality. “Until then, no one is allowed to rush you, or push you into something you are not comfortable with.” He specified and then got the material out so that she could fill the form and file a complaint. <br><br>Gabriel also had a form to fill and he sat across the desk from her after handing her the form and a blue ink pen. “I explore the island, try to know all of its secret. It earned me a few nicks and scrapes and I almost broken an arm once, but I really want to know everything about this place so that whenever I want some alone time, or something intimate where the chances of being walked upon or watched are low.” Gabriel said, filling the first part of the form without really thinking. Name, address, that kind of information. He’d need some quiet when describing the events that he has witnessed but this was mindless stuff.<br><br>“Am I intimidating to you, Alex?” He asked and raised his blue-gray gaze to her. There was a touch of concern in his voice. There was a small crease between his eyebrows, too. He clearly didn’t want to be intimidating, but more of a comforting presence to her. He was a bit of a chameleon in that aspect. He could play the threatening, overpowering presence to women who wanted to experience it and for men who needed to be reminded of rules, but his nature was far mellower. He was the kind of guy who cared, who provided and protected.<br></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bekamor, Adult Resort ~ Welcome Center</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bloodied Porcelain</strong> on <strong>19-11-2014, 18:58:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/40/LexiOCallahan.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Alexandra O’Callahan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=211572.msg10420133#msg10420133), Waitress<br><strong>Who:</strong> Gabriel, Closed<br><strong>Where:</strong> On the way to the Welcome Center<br><strong>When: </strong> Saturday August 2nd | Morning<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Short white shorts and a Bekamor Staff shirt with her name tag on it, clean white running shoes, hair in a ponytail<br><hr>Alex listened as he said he explored the island in his down time. Somehow, she wasn’t surprised… he certainly did seem the type to dedicate time to such things, even when it wasn’t called for. Chewing her lower lip, she went about writing down her personal information until he stopped and looked up at her, asking if she found him intimidating. Her own eyes lifted to take in his face and the concern she saw on it made her want to kick herself. <br><br>“Oh, I mean… no, not like that. I just mean… you know… the way you handled him and all that… I don’t mean you seem unkind or anything,” she stammered, wanting to reassure him that it wasn’t as bad as she might have accidentally made things sound. “I shouldn’t say things,” she said with a soft laugh, looking sheepish as she refocused on what she was doing, her pen scratching across the paper diligently. <br><br>When she got to the section where she needed to describe the incident, she sat back for a moment, staring hard at the paper before settling in to begin writing, going quiet and honestly grateful for the distraction from the fact that she’d been stumbling over her own words so badly. It was hard, writing out what felt like a play-by-play of what had happened without including everything that made her feel so terrified and shaken by the experience without actually writing down her emotions. They didn’t need to know how terrifying it had been… she trusted her account of the actual events to tell them how scary it might have been for her, and she had to trust that they’d understand. Her hand shook just slightly as she wrote, forcing her to stop now and then to flex and relax her fingers and palm in the hopes of calming her frayed nerves. Perhaps taking the rest of the day off had been a good idea after all, if she couldn’t even write without shaking. <br><br>When at last the form was filled out, she pushed it toward him and let out a little sigh, trying not to look too phased. “So what now?” she asked quietly, unsure what to do next or if there was anything needed from her at all or if she was free to go about her own way. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bekamor, Adult Resort ~ Welcome Center</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>25-11-2014, 23:01:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a2/Alex_oloughlin.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Gabriel Lennox (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=211572.msg10400301#msg10400301), Island Security Guard<br><strong>Who:</strong> Alexandra<br><strong>Where:</strong> In the office<br><strong>When: </strong> Saturday August 2nd, morning<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Navy blue shorts, tight white shirt, sneakers and the Security wristband<br><hr><div style="text-align: justify;">Gabriel heard her try to explain her words. He had voluntarily been intimidating in the even that she referred to. The guy molesting her would have kept going at it if he had thought for one second that he could have had the upper hand over Gabriel and just brushed him off. He tilted his head, consern gone from his features and smile. “Okay, I meant to be intimidating then. I thought you were saying that I did with you here, in this room, which is totally not my intent.” Gabriel confirmed and then he let her write her report.<br><br>To him, it was just reporting something he had seen. Even if it stirred some outrage and anger in him, he could imagine that it was not half what she felt as the victim. By her own admission, she didn’t quite blend in too well with the Island’s theme, and now with this happening he was quite sure that it wouldn’t make her stay and blending in any easier. It sucked, because she was a really decent person from what he could tell, and she was beautiful. She would probably easily find partners and explore sexuality really easily if she opened herself to it.<br><br>He brought himself back to reality, back to writing how his breakfast had been interrupted, how he had dealt with the Joe crossing the line, and what was his recommanded follow up: Have the other security guard escort the man to the boat with his belongings and send the jerk on his merry way back to the main land.&nbsp; He was putting his name and the date at the bottom of the form when he heard her voice again. <br><br>“What now? What would you like to do now? Beach, pool, massage &amp; spa, hiking… it’s up to you. You have a bodyguard for the day, or at least until Marisa sees these and give the order for the rule-breaker to be kicked off the island and your security is back to normal. Unless, of course, you tell me to buzz off, because I won’t force my presence on to you. What would you like to do?”<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bekamor, Adult Resort ~ Welcome Center</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bloodied Porcelain</strong> on <strong>09-12-2014, 18:55:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/40/LexiOCallahan.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Alexandra O’Callahan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=211572.msg10420133#msg10420133), Waitress<br><strong>Who:</strong> Gabriel, Closed<br><strong>Where:</strong> On the way to the Welcome Center<br><strong>When: </strong> Saturday August 2nd | Morning<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Short white shorts and a Bekamor Staff shirt with her name tag on it, clean white running shoes, hair in a ponytail<br><hr>Alex sat back as he answered, basically saying she could do whatever she wanted, and that he was going to be her bodyguard for the day unless she told him to buzz off. She wasn’t really sure what to do… Some part of her didn’t feel comfortable going someplace as open as the beach or pool, but she didn’t feel like going back to her room and being alone, either. Perhaps a massage would be best? She was tense… though the idea of someone’s hands on her after what had just happened was slightly unnerving. <br><br>Frowning thoughtfully, she considered her options and finally just gave a little nod. “I think maybe a massage would be good,” she said, deciding that being touched would be far less unsettling than going out in the open knowing the man who assaulted her could be there. Even with Gabriel there, it wasn’t a comforting thing to consider that she might run in to him. The spa seemed like the most likely place she could go where she wasn’t likely to run in to him. <br><br>“You don’t have to come with me if you don’t want… I’m sure you have more important things to do than to follow me around all day,” she said, looking up at him with a soft smile. 
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