Just to love and be loved in return... (Ladondra/klamity)
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				Title: <strong>Just to love and be loved in return... (Ladondra/klamity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ladondra</strong> on <strong>13-09-2011, 01:33:55</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i1184.photobucket.com/albums/z335/Bchan1986/Black%20hair%20females/47e574c0d06e3.jpg)</div><br>Long Beach, New York.<br>The city by the sea.<br>September, 2011.<br><br>Summer had just recently ended; the air growing cooler, but still left a warm breeze in the air; those few loner surfers still risking the waves just because, and children, teenangers, and young adults trudging back to school and colleges to continue furthering their careers and futures.&nbsp; The same could not be said for her son however, who she watched sleeping peacefully on the bed in his room; reaching a small pale hand out to brush her fingers through his burnt-colored brown hair.<br><br>Last month, he had just turned 19 years old body-wise, but in reality, he was only about 2 1/2.&nbsp; He could thank his immortal parents for that.&nbsp; But depsite being born just a few years prier, his knowlege and learning skills were obviously far surpassed.&nbsp; In just a few short years, his body would begin to age slower outwardly, until he would stop aging all together around the same age she had when she placed the dark magic upon herself nearly 1000 years ago.<br><br>Soon after he was born, she had left the man who had impregnated her, but before leaving, she would let him hold his son for the first and last time; honoring him with the only thing he could give him: his last name; LongShadow.&nbsp; And then they were gone; never to speak or see one another for as long as both were alive.<br><br>Turning her upper body to face the sleeping boy before her, she leaned down and gently pressed a kiss to his forehead after brushing aside those loose strans of bangs of his.&nbsp; She then placed another upon one olive-colored cheek and then the other, before giving him one final kiss upon the lips.&nbsp; If people hadn't known them and saw this, one would likely mistake them for lovers.&nbsp; It was understandable of course.&nbsp; She only looked slightly older than him now, but it wouldn't last much longer.<br><br>As she pulled herself away and turned to rise from the bed, she felt a strong hand grasp her tiny wrist and halt her in her tracks.&nbsp; Closing her eyes, a smile crossed her crimson-painted lips.&nbsp; Glancing over her shoulder, emerald-colored eyes met with chocolate brown ones; the intensity shown in their vision enough to say what they wanted to say without uttering a single word.&nbsp; A soft sigh escaped her as he continued to stare up at her.<br><br>"No, <em>he's</em> not back yet."<br><br>The grip on her wrist loosened then before letting go and pulling away.&nbsp; Swinging his steel-toed boots over the side of the bed, he rose to his feet; towering over his mother by a good half foot.&nbsp; Clad in black from head to toe, Jaqc walked past her, without a word, and out of the bedroom, and down the hallway.&nbsp; A few seconds later, the sound of the front door was heard opening and then slammed shut; silence filling the room once again.<br><br>She was alone now.&nbsp; Alone and bored.&nbsp; Walking over to the doorway, she leaned against it and let out another, heavier, sigh.&nbsp; What would she do now?&nbsp; Her son was going to be out for a while and who knew when he return home next, she had gotten all her plans done for the day and then some, and still found herself with nothing left to do.&nbsp; And where was he?&nbsp; What was he doing and what was taking him so long to get back?<br><br>Exiting out of her son's room, she slowly made her way down the carpeted hallway; slipping her bare feet of the black heeled shoes she had worn that day; black nilon stockings sliding against the white carpeted floor.&nbsp; She then entered the nicely spacious living room; one leather couch sitting in front of a stone-made fireplace while the other was up against the wall of the side.&nbsp; A cieling fan hung in the middle of the room; reaching up to pull the beaded string once before letting go.&nbsp; A low whirring sound was heard as it came to life; spinning slowly above her to create just enough air to feel a light breeze.&nbsp; Making her way over to the fireplace, she grabbed a Cd case from the small rack beside a set of framed photos of family and friends and popped open the Cd player to place the Cd inside.&nbsp; A single blood-red finger pressed the track button once, twice, then three times before stopping.<br><br>A slow and steady beat began to play as she closed her eyes and swayed about.&nbsp; Music echoed off the walls as the man's voice sang in a sad-like tune about a tragic accident and losing his loved one.<br><br><em>Oh where oh were could my baby be<br>The lord took her away from me<br>She's gone to heaven so I've got to be good<br>So I can see my baby when I'll leave this world...</em><br><br><em>We were out on a date in my daddy's car<br>We hadn't driven very far<br>There in the road<br>Straight ahead<br>A car was stalled the engine was dead<br>I couldn't stop<br>So I swerved to the right<br>I'll never forget the sound that night<br>The screamin tires<br>The busting glass<br>The Painfull scream that I heard last...</em><br><br>She twirled about on the carpet; lost in the song.&nbsp; Long black wavy hair swung about her face as she moved her hips; hands grasping the back of her neck before sliding them down her chest and over her ample breasts underneath the black dress-like top and matching skirt and further down to her flat stomach before wrapping both arms about her midsection.<br><br><em>"Where are you?"</em> she thought sadly. <em> "I need you right now..."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Just to love and be loved in return... (Ladondra/klamity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>klamity</strong> on <strong>13-09-2011, 17:53:59</strong>
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				He stepped off the bus, deciding here was a good a place as ever. The Greyhound took off a minute later, taking the rest of its passengers to their destinations. Taylor had none. He was running from his life that he never wanted to go back to. No parents and having lived in a foster home his whole life, he had grown up being told he'd be put to work in fields farming. And since that wasn't for him, he took off for New York when he could.<br><br>Staving off the city center he let it take him...checking his phone he found out he was in Long Beach. Ok, Long Beach. It was nice enough, looking around. Sure better than fields of wheat and corn. He would have to make a home here. Somewhere. If not Long Beach then somewhere in the area. And since everyone was headed back to school, jobs would be opening up: he could snap one up! Or even two!<br><br>Cars zipped by on the road, people on the streets. He was a traveler and a stranger: someone to be ignored and stayed away from. He had with him a duffel bag with clothes and a back pack with more treasured or valuable items: laptop, money, camera, mementos from people back...well, it wasn't home anymore. He needed to make this home. Hauling his bag off the ground he made his way down the street, looking for someone who could help him.<br><br>There wasn't much here, it seemed. He needed a halfway house or something, just a place to help him get on his feet. He really didn't want to be homeless when he was here. Sighing he kept checking.<br><br>He poked his head into a coffee shop on the corner of two streets before coming in. He walked right up to the counter, and it was a second before the man behind it turned around. "Wha'd'ya need?" Taylor swallowed, nervous. "Hey, uh, do you know of any, uhm, half way houses or anything like that? I just need a place to stay." The man's expression turned from neutral to agitated. "I dunno. If you ain't gonna buy anything get out." "Uh, just gimme a small coffee then."<br><br>Settling in with his coffee, he managed to find a free paper with some classifieds. Nothing of interest. Sighing, Taylor held his head in his hands. Why hadn't he thought this through enough? No no, dont look back. A hotline or something had to be out there: wait, it was all for kids. Taylor wasnt a kid any more. Apparently when you're 20, you don't have any access to any help. Running his fingers through his dark brown hair, he got up with his bags and left, walking down the street trying to find some place.<br><br>An hour passed as he walked around, trying to find something. Nothing. Great. <em>All</em> this way, for what? More looking? Wonderful. Mentally he gave himself a reproaching round of applause. Wishing he didnt have to spend the money, he dragged his feet all the way to a motel to stay for the night.<br><br>Ten minutes later he was all set up in a dingy room. He dropped his bags and his sore ass onto the bed, pulling out a granola bar. Not much food either. It was devoured in no time as well. Hands over his stomach he flopped back onto the bed, wishing like he used to do when he was a kid. Wishing an angel would come down, pluck him out of his life and take him away to somewhere better.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Just to love and be loved in return... (Ladondra/klamity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ladondra</strong> on <strong>14-09-2011, 06:08:03</strong>
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				<em>When I woke up, the rain was pourin' down <br>There were people standing all around <br>Something warm rollin' through my eyes <br>But somehow I found my baby that night <br>I lifted her head, she looked at me and said <br>"Hold me darling just a little whi---!"</em><br><br>Pressing the stop button, green orbs turned to look about the empty room with with a questionable expression.&nbsp; A brow quirked curiously at the odd feelings she kept getting.&nbsp; Mixed emotions of <em>sadness, desperation, loneliness, acceptance</em>...&nbsp; <br><br>It tugged at her; literally pulling her away from the fire place she had been standing at and heading towards the front door.&nbsp; Grasping the handle, she pulled it open and popped her head out; closing her eyes and inhaling deeply.&nbsp; She could smell it in the air.&nbsp; <em>He</em> was close by.&nbsp; And a <em>young</em> one at that.<br><br>Pushing herself away from the doorway, she made her way back into the living room and down the hallway; retrieving her shoes she had slipped off minutes before and putting them back on.&nbsp; Grabbing her purse from her nightstand in her bedroom, she exited the house and entered her vehicle parked in the small driveway outside of her garage.&nbsp; It was a '98 black Mustang GT; the top let down and folded back.&nbsp; Nothing flashy or screaming <em>'look at me.&nbsp; I'm so rich and badass that I spent nearly half a million dollars on this car so people would notice me.'</em>&nbsp; She didn't need that.&nbsp; It was a waste of time <em>and</em> money in her opinion.<br><br>Getting in, she turned the key in the ignition and pulled out of the driveway into the streets; heading down to the end, before slowing down at a stop sign and turning left.&nbsp; Cruising down the street, she spotted a small group of boys gathered about a basketball court at a small playground at one of Long Beach's schools; playing a game of one-on-one.&nbsp; A few children were seen swinging on a play set; their parents watching them from a park bench as they talked amongst themselves about the start of the school year and how work has been going.<br><br>Stopping at a red light, she glanced down at the clock on her radio and noted the time.&nbsp; 4:16 P.M.&nbsp; It was early evening now.&nbsp; In a few short hours, the sun would begin to set and would come alive with those other people who craved the night life.&nbsp; She wanted to avoid this at all costs.&nbsp; However, fate <em>wasn't</em> on her side at that moment.<br><br>Another vehicle could be heard coming up along side her; their music blaring and the tempo felt coursing through her entire body.&nbsp; Halting beside her at the light, two men in their late 20's spotted her and began to whistle and holler over the deafening music.&nbsp; "<em>Hey there</em>, babe.&nbsp; Haven't I seen you <em>somewhere</em> before?"&nbsp; She ignored them of course and continued to watch for the light above to change green.&nbsp; "I think you're right dude!" the passanger spoke up with a chuckle.&nbsp; "She looks like<em> that chick</em> I saw on the news a few nights ago.&nbsp; Something about being a <em>model</em> or along those lines.&nbsp; Seen <em>a lot</em> of pictures of her on the web.&nbsp; Rumors have it that she's been posing for <em>porn</em> magazines lately because of <em>money</em> problems..."<br><br>Her grip on the steering wheel shifted slightly, but her full attention was still set on the stop light.&nbsp; "Oh yeah!&nbsp; I think she was the <em>same chick</em> I was whacking off to in a recent<em> porno</em> she starred in too!&nbsp; Man, I could get off to those <em>huge tits</em> and <em>sweet ass</em> forever, man...!"&nbsp; Both guys laughed and high-fived each other before turning their attention back to her.&nbsp; She still wouldn't look at them.&nbsp; "C'mon, <em>girl</em>.&nbsp; It's a <em>compliment</em>!&nbsp; <em>Any</em> guy in their right mind would give <em>anything</em> to pound their dick into that <em>hot pussy</em> of yours!"<br><br>"<em>Wow</em>, man, hold up!" the passanger spoke up.&nbsp; "I think I also read somewhere that the guy she's been seen hanging around with most of the time is her<em> son</em> and they seem to be <em>very close</em>, if you <em>know</em> what I mean..."&nbsp; "Holy shit!&nbsp; Are you <em>serious</em>?&nbsp; That can't be <em>her</em> kid!&nbsp; She looks<em> too hot</em> to be a milf, but then again..."&nbsp; Some more laughter was heard.&nbsp; For a brief moment, her eyes gazed over to the two guys beside her before looking away.&nbsp; "If that<em> is</em> true, I'd give my left nut to trade places with him just to suck on those juicy---Hey!"<br><br>The light finally turned from red to green and without saying a word, she drove off ahead of them.&nbsp; "Where the<em> fuck</em> are you going?!&nbsp; We were only trying to make <em>civilized</em> conversation!"&nbsp; Within seconds, the car behind her was now on her tail; the passanger drive hanging out the window.&nbsp; "Pull over you stupid <em>bitch</em>!&nbsp; We're trying to <em>talk</em> to you!"&nbsp; But she didn't stop.<br><br>Pressing his foot on the gas pedal, the driver of the car began to speed up.&nbsp; ...And that's when he came head to head with an 18-wheeler driving the opposite direction; hitting the driver's side of the door and dragging the vehicle he drove in along the road; debris, sparks, and the sound and smell of tires screeching to stop.&nbsp; Before the giant truck was able to fully stop, three more vehicles behind it crashed one right after the other into its backside, causing a pile up.<br><br>When traffic seemed to stop because of the sudden<em> 'accident'</em>, Ladondra turned the corner of the opposite road after the real stop light finally turned green; signaling for her to go on ahead.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Just to love and be loved in return... (Ladondra/klamity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>klamity</strong> on <strong>15-09-2011, 16:35:50</strong>
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				Lying on a bed can only keep you entertained for only about thirty seconds. Taylor lay there for 10 minutes before getting up and deciding to go for a walk, become more acquainted with the area. There had to be something out there.<br><br>He was about to leave when he turned on one foot, his other still in the air. Might as well try to look cool. Ditching the white tee he had been wearing, Taylor dug threw his bag. Looking in the mirror he rolled on some deodorant. He wasn't the strongest or best looking guy, but a flat belly was fine. His biceps were a decent size, just showing he had once been working lift heavy things for a while. A graphic tee went on, as well as a pair on aviators. Might as well try and look good for the people he could be seeing regularly. Oh, and his mp3 player.<br><br>Walking around with his hands in his pockets, black buds in his ears and aviators on his mug, Taylor tried to learn the streets, where things were and just see people. It was odd seeing so many people at once. The town he had come from was small, so big gatherings like this happened only at parties really.<br><br>Taylor would still sneak glances at girls behind his glasses, forgetting they cant see his eyes. He didn't know anyone here so he had a right to be shy. A few gave him quick looks as they walked by without him noticing too. Not like he was really trying to get a girl this soon. He didnt have anything to his name here beyond a motel room and two bags.<br><br>Thinking to himself 'Fuck it', Taylor went to an ok looking bar and took a seat out on the patio. He ordered a beer and sat outside, watching the world and sipping his drink. Mentally he sighed, partially in relaxation and partially because he was still stumped. Tomorrow he'd need to find a place for help. Maybe a Salvation Army or something.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Just to love and be loved in return... (Ladondra/klamity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ladondra</strong> on <strong>17-09-2011, 06:17:20</strong>
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				Pulling into the parking lot of the motel, she exited her vehicle and entered the door leading to the check-in desk.&nbsp; "Excuse me, sir," she spoke up to a man sitting behind the desk; his back to her as a small television on mute played some afternoon game show while his nose was stuck in a magazine. "Did a young man happen to purchase a room here not too long ago?"&nbsp; "Can't give out that information, sorry."&nbsp; Her thinly-shaped&nbsp; brows narrowed slightly as she frowned.&nbsp; "He's a young boy no more than in his early 20's.&nbsp; I was just---"<br><br>"Look here lady.&nbsp; I run a <em>motel,</em> not a <em>whore house</em>.&nbsp; So if you're looking to find a quick fuck to get a little cash in your pocket,"&nbsp; His finger pointed to the front door.&nbsp; "Try the corner of the convenient store across the street there.&nbsp; I'm sure you can find quite a few guys there eager to blow their load."&nbsp; After 10 seconds of silence, he was sure she had left without a word, but felt cold daggers upon his back.&nbsp; Finally glancing over his shoulder, the middle-aged man nearly had the cigarette dangling from his lower lip fall out as he eyed the raven-haired woman standing before him.<br><br>Even with her black-tinted sunglasses on, he could sense the anger emitting from her gaze.&nbsp; Her grip upon the strap of her purse tightened slightly as he finally looked at her.&nbsp; Her painted lips pursped together as she stared mutely at him.&nbsp; "Shit..." the salt and pepper-haired man muttered as he sat up and turned about in his seat to face her.&nbsp; "Hey, I'm sorry about that, Miss.&nbsp; I figured you were just one of<em> those</em> girls who's always looming about this place waiting for older men to, er...nevermind.&nbsp; I can see I was clearly mistaken."<br><br>As far as she knew, there wasn't a full moon tonight, so what was with all the men crossing her paths being total assholes?&nbsp; Was there a sign stuck on her back reading, 'Treat me like a total piece of shit'?&nbsp; She didn't have time for this.&nbsp; "It's understandable.&nbsp; I don't blame you for saying what you did.&nbsp; But now that we know I'm <em>not</em> one of<em> those girls</em>, could you still tell me if there was a boy h---"&nbsp; "I'm afraid I still can't, ma'am.&nbsp; Sorry.&nbsp; It's the rules."<br><br>"It's alright, sir.&nbsp; No need to apologize."&nbsp; Turning, she faced the door.&nbsp; "Have a nice day."&nbsp; And with that, she walked out; not before stopping with the screen open, looking behind herself, and pulling the shades down the bridge of her nose and smiling.&nbsp; Pushing them back up, she headed out the door and to her car.&nbsp; Once out of the parking lot, she stopped at the edge of the road, and before turning, reached over to her radio and cranked up the volume.<br><br><em>I, I'm driving black on black<br>Just got my license back<br>I got this feeling in my veins this train is coming off the track<br>I'll ask polite if the devil needs a ride<br>Because the angel on my right ain't hanging out with me tonight<br>I'm driving past your house while you were sneaking out<br>I got the car door opened up so you can jump in on the run<br>Your mom don't know that you were missing<br>She'd be pissed if she could see the parts of you that I've been kissing<br>Screamin'<br><br>No, we're never gonna quit<br>Ain't nothing wrong with it<br>Just acting like we're animals<br>No, no matter where we go<br>'Cause everybody knows<br>We're just a couple of animals<br><br>So come on baby, get in<br>Get in, just get in<br>Check out the trouble we're in</em><br><br>The song could be heard as she pulled into an opening by the sidewalk outside the front of the bar; the music being suddenly cut off mid-sung as she turned the car off and climbed out.&nbsp; Shutting the door, she swung her purse over one shoulder and turned to face the small bar across the street from where she stood.&nbsp; <em>"This feeling...it's strongest here...he has to be around..."</em>&nbsp; Looking both sides of the road, she hurried across the street to the other side; the sound of her heels clicking against the ground.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Just to love and be loved in return... (Ladondra/klamity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>klamity</strong> on <strong>17-09-2011, 23:42:28</strong>
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				Damn, someone was really cranking the tunes. Sounds like it was a woman as she passed the patio. There were wood walls to keep the privacy of the patrons intact. He called the waitress over and ordered another beer before finishing the one he already had. She came back promptly. They weren't too busy today. It would be worse tomorrow when everyone was off work for the week.<br><br>He took a swig from his beer and looked inside. Some woman - musta been the one that just came in -&nbsp; was looking around the bar for someone. She seemed very out of place in a bar like this. Must be a model, something like that. Who really knew. He looked away, gave a small tip of his beer like he was acknowledging someone for no reason, and took another sip.
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				Post by: <strong>Ladondra</strong> on <strong>19-09-2011, 07:41:57</strong>
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				Upon entering the bar, the sound of low-volumed music was heard in the background; along with the distant mumbling from the 30 inch-sized television hanging from the corner wall playing a sports channel that most of the customers sitting at the bar were glued to as they sipped their beers and munched down on bite-sized pretzels.&nbsp; The place smelled typical; strong alcohol, either strong body odor or cologne---mainly both combined, and filled with people; wether new or a regular, who either drank to forget things or drank to sneak out at the crack of dawn after the one-night stand that happened previously that night.<br><br>Normally, she would've ordered white wine; some Gewurztraminer or maybe even Chardonnay, but, since this was just a typical little bar and she had been here before mind you, there was nothing real special she would order.&nbsp; Instead, she focused her attention on trying to find the young soul looming about this place.&nbsp; She could feel him.&nbsp; He <em>was</em> here, that much was true, but where exactly?&nbsp; Was he inside somewhere or perhaps outside on the patio or---<br><br>A loud gasp escaped her then as something cold splashed on her.&nbsp; It wasn't the ones who snickered or tried to muffle their laughter at what had just happened that got to her, but the one who had spilt their drink on her and then tried to cover up their <em>'accident'</em> by apologizing and wiping a handful of bunched up napkins upon the front of her blouse.&nbsp; The stench of heavy beer filled her nostrils.&nbsp; "Too bad she wasn't wearing a white t-shirt with nothing underneath..." she heard someone mutter to one of their friends towards the end of the bar table.<br><br>"If you wanted a drink<em> that</em> badly, you could've just asked me, babe." the blonde-haired guy spoke up after assuming that his attempt at cleaning up the mess was decent enough and placed the wet crumpled up napkins on the table before picking up the beer he had been drinking and taking another swig from it.&nbsp; Without a word, she reached out and placed the palm of her hand on the side of his 5 O'clock shadowed face; causing him to turn his head to face her.&nbsp; Once she got his attention, she took the bottle he was drinking from and took a nice long sip from it.&nbsp; She<em> hated</em> beer.&nbsp; The <em>smell</em>, the <em>taste</em>, the whole thing.&nbsp; It didn't matter what brand it was or how high of a rating it got from beer lovers around the globe, it wasn't a drink for her.&nbsp; Handing it back to him, she smiled sweetly and turned to leave.<br><br>A hand was felt wrapping about her small wrist and keeping her from walking away.&nbsp; "Hey, where are you going?&nbsp; You have me waste a drink on you, you go and drink mine, and then decide to leave, just like that?"&nbsp; With the evening going as it had so far, she was starting to get a little fed up with the way men were treating her.&nbsp; She tried pulling her hand away, but his grip on her only tightened more.&nbsp; He was not going to control her.&nbsp; "Please, remove your hand."&nbsp; "Not until you pay me back."&nbsp; "Fine."&nbsp; Reaching into the pocket of her purse with her other hand, she retrieved a small wad of money and placed it on the table.&nbsp; "Buy yourself whatever you want.&nbsp; There's enough there to drink for a whole 2 weeks."<br><br>Again, she tried to remove her hand from his, but it still clung to her like an iron clamp.&nbsp; Her patience was wearing thin.&nbsp; "Let me go,<strong> now</strong>..." she stated in a lower and more serious tone.&nbsp; A smirk crept upon his lips at her demand.&nbsp; "Your money's not needed; though you are right, I could drink straight for a good while.&nbsp; The kind of payment I was thinking of was more in the lines of---"&nbsp; "I understand," she cut him off as she reached up with her free hand and fully removed her sunglasses so that her emerald-colored eyes stared directly into his baby blues.&nbsp; "But before you do, I want you to kindly remove your hand from mine, take this money I gave you, and buy yourself as many drinks as you can until your body can't handle anymore and you slip into eternal slumber from the alcohol poisoning you inflicted upon yourself."<br><br>After a few seconds of intense staring, the 33-year-old man slowly let go and turned to face the front of the bar; taking the bottle he had been drinking and finishing the last of its contents before raising a hand to order another.&nbsp; As soon as that bottle was served, he wasted no time in guzzling it down.&nbsp; A smirk of her own traced itself along the sides of her lips.&nbsp; Leaning over, she pressed a kiss to the top of his head.&nbsp; "I'll see you later, love.&nbsp; In the mean time, enjoy yourself as long as you can."&nbsp; He didn't respond, but rather, resumed what he had been doing as he began the 3rd bottle handed to him.&nbsp; Placing her shades back over her eyes, she turned again, and headed through the crowd of tables as people who had witnessed what happened watched her walk by without another word.<br><br>Stepping out onto the balcony, the fresh air felt pleasent upon her face.&nbsp; Not only that, but to air out the smell of alcohol and hopefully not having to throw away her black little dress she had just recently bought.&nbsp; Looking for an open area, she walked over and leaned against the edge; resting her chin on overlapped arms; staring out at the vast scenery before her.&nbsp; That's when it hit her like a bolt of lightning.&nbsp; Lifting her head up, she looked about and then spotted a boy on the patio; sipping his beer peacefully.&nbsp; Not wanting to frighten the poor boy, she smiled to him and nodded her aknowlegement to him silently.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Just to love and be loved in return... (Ladondra/klamity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>klamity</strong> on <strong>19-09-2011, 16:41:10</strong>
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				It was some much commotion that caused Taylor to look inside to see the woman doing something with the blonde haired man: he simply was looking around. She patted his face: did they know each other or something? Didn't seem so, the way they were acting. He looked away, none of his buisnessly, and took another drink. When he looked back, the blonde haired man was downing brews like they were water.<br><br>She came outside, and he watched her out of the corner of his eye. Had she gotten something spilled on her? Probably, maybe thats what that was all about. When he noticed her nod at him, he nodded back politely. Maybe she wanted to talk. Well, if she did all she had to do was start talking. Taylor was shy, it was tough to meet people. Maybe in hindsight, moving this far away to a place he knew no one in was a bad move.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Just to love and be loved in return... (Ladondra/klamity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ladondra</strong> on <strong>20-09-2011, 03:37:13</strong>
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				After a few awkwards seconds of silence, she spoke out into the open; towards the boy in question as she turned her attention back to the scenery.&nbsp; "I want to apologize for that...<em>rude</em> behavior just now.&nbsp; I hope it hasn't ruined your evening."&nbsp; Lifting a hand up, she brushed some hair behind one ear.&nbsp; This one had <em>everything</em> she had been feeling since she had sensed him heading towards Long Beach a few days earlier.&nbsp; The only question now was, <em>how</em> was she going to get him to come with her?&nbsp; It was easy to get what she wanted with her<em> 'special'</em> gifts, but she didn't want to use them on him...<em>yet</em>; especially after just meeting for the first time.&nbsp; If he was going to be <em>hers</em> and <em>hers</em> alone, she would have to play it out smoothly.<br><br>Standing up straight now, she reached into the pocket of her purse and opened a small package of moist towelets and wiped her hands cleans in case they were sticky with beer.&nbsp; Once this was done, she approached him and extended her hand out.&nbsp; "My name is Ladondra Maria Povey.&nbsp; It's a pleasure to meet you.&nbsp; May I ask what <em>your</em> name is, sir?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Just to love and be loved in return... (Ladondra/klamity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>klamity</strong> on <strong>20-09-2011, 04:15:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Taylor nodded twice. "Don't worry about it. I'm sure it happens a lot in bars." Ok, seems she did want to talk. Maybe she was embarrassed? That's probably it, why she's apologizing. Maybe she was trying to be flirty, she did kind of look at him sideways, and with the ear over her hair...who really knew but her right? Taylor could almost hear the gears working in her head as she stood there for another second.<br><br>The wet-nap surprised him. Germophobe maybe? Nah, couldn't be. She wasn't too perfectly clean and in order to be one. Or she'd be trying to get out of her dress as fast as she could. Now there is something he could see, sometime, maybe. He was snapped out of his thoughts when a hand was thrust at him. To be polite, Taylor stood to shake her hand, offering a small bow from the waist to her as well. "My name is Taylor Kimble, or so I'm told. It is a pleasure to meet you too, Ladondra." He said the last bit more out of call and response and not to be rude than his own sake. He hadn't really talked to her yet so he couldn't really know.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Just to love and be loved in return... (Ladondra/klamity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ladondra</strong> on <strong>20-09-2011, 05:35:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She felt him take hold of her smaller hand into his larger one and shook it, before bowing to her.&nbsp; Well, he sure had a way of manners, this one.&nbsp; Either that, or he was mocking her, but she was pretty sure he was doing it to be nice.&nbsp; "It's nice to meet you, Mr. Kimble, or do you <em>prefer</em> Taylor?"&nbsp; Even though he was so young, he could be from a wealthy family or son of a famous business, so she didn't want to start their conversation on a <em>bad</em> note.&nbsp; "If I'm not mistaken, I don't think I've seen you around <em>here</em> before.&nbsp; I've lived here a few years now, so, I'm pretty sure.&nbsp; Then again, <em>many</em> people look like one another or could pass as someone else at a quick glance, so <em>anything's</em> possible nowadays."<br><br>The more she talked to him, the more she started to take notice at his appearance.&nbsp; He seemed pretty normal; <em>average</em> body, <em>simple</em> clothing, not too <em>flashy</em> or trying to make himself <em>stand out</em>.&nbsp; To be blunt, the total opposite of her.&nbsp; That was, she wasn't<em> trying</em> to make herself be known by all.&nbsp; She just became it over the years.&nbsp; More like <em>centuries</em>, but he didn't need to know that.&nbsp; Maybe later on if they got to know one another better and she felt like bringing up her past with him.&nbsp; Oh, the look upon his face would be<em> priceless</em> when she would tell him that she was nearly as old as the history inside the text books children read in school. <em> 'Robbing the cradle' </em>held nothing between their <em>real </em>age gap.<br><br>And then there was her son, Jaqc.&nbsp; Just seeing him would fill the poor boy's head with doubts no less.&nbsp; Either she was a<em> really</em> young mother or she was one good-looking <em>MILF</em>.&nbsp; Either way, there would be <em>much </em>needed explaining.&nbsp; For now, however, simple conversation was a start.&nbsp; "So," she said as she reached into her purse once more and this time, pulled out a long thin cigarette; placing it upon the of side of her mouth, but stop in the midst of lighting it with a simple see-through lighter filled with lighter fluid.&nbsp; "I'm being awfully <em>uncurtious</em> this evening it seems.&nbsp; Would you care for a cigarette?&nbsp; That is,<em> if</em> you smoke I mean."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Just to love and be loved in return... (Ladondra/klamity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>klamity</strong> on <strong>20-09-2011, 22:58:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Taylor noticed she liked to stress a lot of her words: he let it slide. It was a welcome change from all the hick accents. "I prefer Taylor. Mr Kimble seems a bit to formal. And im not surprised you haven't seen me around. Just got here today." Taylor had a gesture, offering her a seat, taking his once she moved to sit. "I'm sure in a city like this, you'd find a lot of people that look alike. Maybe not so much here in Long Beach."<br><br>"No, sorry, I don't smoke." Taylor shook his head slightly as he spoke. "But thanks. I don't even drink a whole lot. Costs too much, everything does really." Taylor sighed. That was true. Everything was so expensive now, and he didn't even have a job.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Just to love and be loved in return... (Ladondra/klamity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ladondra</strong> on <strong>21-09-2011, 20:41:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When he denied her the offered cigarette, she tucked the pack back into her purse and closed it shut; resuming with her own as she lit it and took a nice long drag after being offered her seat at the table he was sitting at.&nbsp; She turned her head away as to not blow the smoke in his face and placed her other free upon the table's surface.&nbsp; Crossing one long slender leg over the other, she leaned in towards the table and nodded.&nbsp; "I agree with you 100% there about things being exspensive.&nbsp; Even for the beachy area around here, prices are just <em>outragous</em>.&nbsp; It's uncalled for really, but that's <em>society</em> for you."<br><br>Taking another drag, she let the smoke slip past her blood-red lips as she tapped the end of the cigarette on the edge of the table.&nbsp; "But I will give you a tad bit of advice.&nbsp; Since you're new here, I wouldn't want to get hooked on <em>this</em> place often.&nbsp; Or you'll end up like those other men inside.&nbsp; Wasted, broke, and homeless.&nbsp; It's a shame really..."&nbsp; A sigh escaped her as she shook her head slightly at the thought of all those people ending their lives to alcoholism.&nbsp; There were better ways to go than that.<br><br>"Speaking of jobs, did you happen to find one here yet or searched around in the paper or online for any that caught your interest?"&nbsp; She had a feeling he didn't have one, so making money had to be up there on his to-do list.&nbsp; She had an idea, but first, wanted to hear him out.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Just to love and be loved in return... (Ladondra/klamity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>klamity</strong> on <strong>21-09-2011, 21:44:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Im sure there is a reason that things are so expensive. Im no business man." Taylor involuntarily looked down her shirt. He was normally polite enough but when she leaned forward like that, not to mention the way she was dressed, his body decided to take over for a second.<br><br>"Oh no, I don't plan on coming here very often. I just...didn't have anywhere else to go. It was either...go out and do something or lay on the bed where Im staying." Taylor didn't want to give out too much information. Not sure what strangers could do. Or would want to do. "Besides, a drink now and again isn't too bad."<br><br>Landondra somewhat surprised him when she mentioned a job. He never mentioned not having one, but he did say he just got here. Taylor shook his head a little sullenly. "Not yet. I've been trying to find a halfway house or something so I have a base of sorts to work out of. I've hardly been here three hours though, and I haven't seen anything. I was going to check the city tomorrow. I'm sure New York would have something to help."
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