Jaded (Dark Clown + ~AT~)
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		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Bondage, D/s, S&amp;M =&gt; Bondage: Human Solos =&gt; Topic started by: Zealously Jaded on 17-01-2011, 17:39:51</h2>
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				Title: <strong>Jaded (Dark Clown + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>17-01-2011, 17:39:51</strong>
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				(http://img.listal.com/image/1128298/940full-susan-coffey.jpg)<br><br>Adrianna Lawrence was bored, nothing seemed to entertain her anymore, a year ago she might have been contented with a rich man, who treated her well. Now, now she wanted it all, passion, romance, love, (a rich man who will spoil her rotten), not that she was going to get that from the usual London crowd. <br><br>Addy walked into the room at 5ft4 she might be mistaken for being younger then her 21 years, but the low cut, tight fitting dress was definitely suited just for her. The dress was a soft power blue in colour, it hugged her slender frame and cased her ample breasts to seem even bigger then the handful they were. Her dark red hair was pull back at the sides but left to curl down her back.<br><br>Standing by the doorway her pale blue eyes scanned the room in case there was anyone new to talk to, but it seemed like it was the same crowd. Walking in she ignored the attention of the ghastly Crawley man, granted he had a sizable estate but the man was so boring he could make a monk seem interesting. <br><br>Making her way to where the drinks where she picked up a glass of champagne as Joseph Kilnman walked over to her doing the same. They were friends, if she was capable of having any, but only because their sense of humour was so wicked they never dared be mean to anyone.<br><br>“Good even Miss Lawrence.” He smiled, he was 6ft, with dark blonde hair, he was thin from lack of eating and enjoying enjoying carnal persuits. “I get the feeling, my dear that our parents are hoping that we might marry each other.” He smiled knowing that she would not entertain the idea of marrying him, one or both of them would be dead within a week, their personalities meant that they could only stand small amounts of time with one another.<br><br>“Our parents can believe what they want, but you’re not my type.” She smiled as she sipped her drink.<br><br>He leant down as he whispered, “You must take a husband soon or people might suspect that you might prefer to entangled with a woman then a man.” <br><br>She looked at him with slight smirk. “Who said that I don’t?” She whispered as she sauntered away from him letting him digest that as she felt his eyes roam over her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Jaded (Dark Clown + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>17-01-2011, 19:10:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"> (http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q15/doogieporker/avatar_3016_1294033351.jpg) </div>&nbsp; Santiago moved through the crowd of social elites, his pale blue eyes moving from person to person, as though seeking one in particular.&nbsp; He shook hands with bankers and lawyers, physicians and politicians alike, his disdain for them all carefully concealed beneath a veneer of charm and grace, and a warm smile.&nbsp; His accent was Tuscan, as was his manner of dress; a high collared frock coat, dyed a dark blue and lined in soft fur.&nbsp; Beneath that, he wore a white shirt, buttoned to the nape of his neck, secured about the throat with a silver brooch.&nbsp; His pants were the same dark blue as his coat, tucked neatly into a pair of tall, dark leather boots.<br><br>He excused himself from a debate on the Rue Morgue's recent murders and turned, his eyes catching sight of the young woman at the refreshments table.&nbsp; He met her gaze, smiling, and felt his hunger rise at the sight of her.&nbsp; He'd seen many beautiful women throughout his centuries of unlife, many of them queens and ladies in waiting that he'd taken to his bed.&nbsp; But none had taken his breath quite like this one.&nbsp; He approached her, boldly taking her empty hand and bringing it to his lips.<br><br>"I've not had the pleasure of seeing you here before..." he said. "I am Count Ducard."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Jaded (Dark Clown + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>17-01-2011, 19:44:15</strong>
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				Addy smiled at her friend, there was something between them, maybe it was mutual hatred of everyone else, but she was sure that nothing would happen between them. She spotted the man before he noticed her, his clothing was not the usual drab London attire, she caught a few words and his accent seemed foreign. <br><br>Smiling slightly she pushed a lock of hair from her eyes as she stood by the table, he looked over at her, his eyes boring into her. Raising at eyebrow at him she was shocked at how he stared into her eyes, his look was so brash. She stopped herself from biting her lip, as he walked over to her. As he stood in front of her he lifted her hand kissing the back of it softly, she smiled slightly. <br><br>“Well Count Ducard, I have been here often, perhaps you need some spectacles.” She smiled her eyes never leaving his. She did not want to give him her name so freely he would have to ask her for it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Jaded (Dark Clown + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>17-01-2011, 21:39:52</strong>
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				The Count smiled at her joke, then released her hand.&nbsp; He glanced briefly to her companion, the vampire reading his thoughts for only a moment, just long enough to learn that he was, in fact, no rival for her affections.&nbsp; He could sense the lewd thoughts he had of the woman, though they were more in passing. Something to please herself to later, more than likely.<br><br>"You must be Adrianna..." he said, turning his attention back to the beauty before her.&nbsp; "Your beauty is the talk of London, as is your desire not to take a suitor.&nbsp; Curious, it is...could it be that you have yet to find a man with the right ability to please you?"<br><br>He was being exceptionally bold, even more than what is considered acceptable in the younger persons society.&nbsp; He also didn't care.&nbsp; He had to simply have get, and if that meant offending the uppity sensibilities of the upper class, then so be it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Jaded (Dark Clown + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>17-01-2011, 22:15:56</strong>
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				Addy smiled at him as he said her name, “It is not a lack of desire to have one; it is a lack of desire to be confined to one.” She tried hard not to fidget as she pulled her hand away. Taking a sip of her drink she smiled slightly at him, he was intriguing, he hadn’t shied away from her he stayed.<br><br>She looked at him smiling slightly, “You’re accent…Tuscany?” She smiled, “I must admit I have only been once, but I enjoyed myself greatly the last time I visited.” She smiled warmly at him, taking a sip of the champagne she pushed her hair from her face.<br><br>“So…what brings you to London, I thought you would be in Rome or Paris instead of London.” She smiled softly, looking him up and down she wanted to know more of him so that she might find out what angers him.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Jaded (Dark Clown + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>18-01-2011, 02:14:54</strong>
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				Santiago merely shrugged, and smiled.<br><br>"Perhaps you would have enjoyed it more in my company..." he said suggestively, giving her a playful wink.&nbsp; "Would that we had met then.&nbsp; Alas, I've come to your fair London on matters of business that have been quite taxing lately.&nbsp; I believe that the company of a young lady to escort me about town would help to raise my spirits.&nbsp; That is, unless you're busy this evening?"<br><br>He glanced at her friend then, eying the man curiously, wondering if he would dare to object.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Jaded (Dark Clown + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>18-01-2011, 02:43:49</strong>
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				Her friend glared at the man as he asked her to escort him round the city. <em>‘Oh no you don’t, she’s mine.’</em> He thought not daring to say it out loud, for all that he had no romantic involvement with her, or any notion to marry her, he seemed to claim ownership of her, she was his and no one else’s.<br><br>She looked at him, thinking the idea over, he might be entertaining for the evening but she was not going to jump into bed with him, she was still a virgin but not if people listened to the rumours about her. The truth was she was afraid of being intimate, she believe that if she gave into lust or gave into a man that she would be like every women in the party, timid and submissive.<br><br>She smiled slightly at him, “I’m not sure.” She smiled, her fingers running through her hair. “What did you have in mind?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Jaded (Dark Clown + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>19-01-2011, 19:49:07</strong>
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				The Count smiled, his eyes meeting her own.<br><br>Then, without warning, an image flashed in her mind, the vampire putting his thoughts upon her own.&nbsp; The image wad of them both, entwined in lust, the Count's hands clutching her breasts while his hips pumped into her from behind.&nbsp; It lasted only a moment, but such was his power that it seemed almost real.<br><br>"A walk along the river, perhaps..." he suggested, as though he had no idea what she had just witnessed.&nbsp; "Or perhaps the theater.&nbsp; I hear the London Players are quite an accomplished troupe of actors."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Jaded (Dark Clown + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>20-01-2011, 00:57:45</strong>
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				Addy looked up at him as his eyes met hers she saw the image in her mind, but she didn’t just see it she could feel it. She had to bite back a moan as she could feel him deep inside her, his hand groping her breast. <br><br>It went as quickly as started, looking into his eyes she smiled slightly. “I…the walk along the river would not be acceptable, being alone with a man. But I suppose the theatre would not be a bad idea…I can’t see how anyone could object.” <br><br>She smiled as she pushed the hair from her face. “You can tell me what brings you to London.” She smiled taking his arm as they headed to the door.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Jaded (Dark Clown + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>20-01-2011, 06:29:27</strong>
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				The Count smiled, sensing the sudden increase in bloodflow through her body.&nbsp; The image had startled her, but she had recovered quickly enough.&nbsp; He took her arm, and with a brief glance to her companion, he turned, walking along with her as they exited the gathering.&nbsp; He led her down the staircase to the open street, where he held the door for her, then followed her out.&nbsp; Outside, his hand lifted, summoning his coach driver.&nbsp; <br><br>A large black coach, the windows painted crimson, approached, led by a string of six powerful horses, their dark manes shimmering in the moonlight.&nbsp; The horses snorted their protest at being pulled to a stop, obviously wanting the rein to run free and fast.&nbsp; The coach came to a stop before them, and the coach driver, a balding man in a dark coat and pants, leapt down from the driving seat.&nbsp; He opened the door then bowed, holding it to let the Count and his guest enter.&nbsp; Only after they did did he close the door and return to the driving seat.<br><br>"Our destination, my lord?" the man asked, his accent the same as the Count's own.<br><br>"To the theater, Renald." Count Ducard replied, his hand still holding Adrianna's own.&nbsp; It was only after the carriage lurched forward that he released it, though he did let his hand slide to her lap, his palm brushing along her thigh.&nbsp; <br><br>"I thank you for accompanying me, Adrianna..." he said.&nbsp; "To be quite honest, that crowd of snobs and politicians irritate me.&nbsp; I prefer more...thrilling...entertainment."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Jaded (Dark Clown + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 04:52:34</strong>
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				He helped her outside and into the carriage that just approached. Running her fingers through her hair she smiled slightly. “You have a lovely carriage Sir.” She bit her lip as he helped her inside. Sitting down she looked at him, “Are you alright Sir?” She smiled her fingers running through his hair.<br><br>She wondered what she was thinking disappearing with a strange man, she knew little of him, this might be show he might not be a count or worse, he might be married and just playing her. As he spoke the destination she felt his hand move to her thigh, blushing she looked at him.<br><br>“It’s alright Count, I must admit that I find it tedious those parties. I know everyone there, nothing changes, the people, or the conversations.” She smiled, “What do you count as thrilling?” She smiled.
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