Love Is Truly Blind [Silence & Marguerite]
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				Title: <strong>Love Is Truly Blind [Silence &amp; Marguerite]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>27-11-2008, 03:56:53</strong>
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				"Why don't I try to help you with the jack, Jace?," Veronica "Ronnie" Cruz asked her best friend of five years as she felt her way around the car. It took her a bit and at one point she almost lost her flip flop and cane in the mud. She left her cane in the mud and managed to find him hunched over as he tried his best to use the jack to lift up the car. Fingers reached down to thread through his locks, trying to get an assessment of how much longer before he gave up and cursed a streak at the flat tire. Jace rarely went off the handle but since Veronica had a doctor's appointment in another hour to get to, Jace was adamant on getting to the appointment without the help of triple A.<br><br>"If I let you help then there is the risk of you doing a Lucy episode with having the jack coming out of the car instead of lifting it. Lord only knows what you can do with your eyesight shot to hell," he joked as she felt him brush back a few wet strands of hair from his eyes. It was true. Her eyesight was shot to hell and she could only hold the umbrella she had over their heads to give him a bit of leverage to get the jack up without getting water in his eyes. She really had no one to blame but herself as she let her mind linger towards the memories of how she shot her beautiful eyes to hell.<br><br>Veronica's poor eyesight came about after a severe car accident which lead her to change how she viewed the world in her own sense. A few years back soon after she turned the big 1-8, she went with her former boyfriend-present best friend to a New Year's Eve party. At the party, the former couple argued over trust issues and the lack of it held between them. The two saw it better to leave the party and argue in the privacy of their shared apartment. Jace vented on and on about how he could not live with someone who would not open up to her while Veronica flung back the assumption he was cheating on her with his co-worker Cindy. She knew Cindy had a thing for Jace and wondered if Jace was having a piece of Cindy when he put in overtime at his job at the local music store. <br><br>Jace took a few seconds off the road to tell her she was a complete whack job and those few seconds was all it took for a head on collision with a drunk driver. Two rag dolls became of the couple as both flopped and banged around in the shell of the car. The seatbelts and the airbags helped to stop the two of them from going out of the rearview mirrors but the bags of items in the back seat vaulted as projectiles to hit and whack the pair. One of the bags managed to break the plastic glasses Veronica had on her face and with her screaming and trying to survive only pushed the small broken pieces into her eyes. <br><br>Rubbing and grabbing at her face with her acrylic diminished any optical recovery from this horrible disaster. Blood poured from her ruined eyes down her face giving the look of a female literally crying bloody tears. When medics arrived on the scene, Jace was knocked unconscious and suffered fractures and broken bones. The cringe factor the medics commented on was on the banshee cries of a hurt female with her face covered in blood which came from her now useless eyes.<br><br>Shaking at her head at the horrible memories, she pushed the sunglasses back onto her face to keep the light rain from ruining her eyeshadow. Though her eyes might be somewhat useless she had sought to keep herself made up and looking as if she was ready to head to a gala. Jace helped to put on the right makeup and though the two no longer dated, it was a natural thing for him to help her change and undress everyday. After what happened with the accident and the year spent on the both of them going through rehabilitation, the intimate relationship turned from a boyfriend and girlfriend coupling to close friends. She relied on Jace to help her get around town though she had her walking stick and a boarding pass for the local city busy while he relied on her for other things. <br><br>The accident left Jace with a shortened left leg which he used a brace and a thicker soled right show to keep him from walking off kilter until he could afford the surgery to lengthened it. He had scars and fractured bones just like her and she helped to massage the bones which ached and swelled at times with liquid and was his wing woman when he went to find a female to date. All in all they had a symbiotic relationship without the sexual aspect but the two of them made it work. With herself, she was resolved to be who she was and not let her condition stop her from succeeding in anything.<br><br>"We can always reschedule, besides, I have to start up on my manuscript for my graduate program," she answered, as she glanced down at the black outline of Jace. Jace huffed and continued on his work on the car which made her smile amusingly because of it. Sighing, she thought if Jace was not going to call triple A then she would at least get someone on the road to help them with flat tire. Wiggling her fingers, she took the umbrella causing Jace to curse at her to bring it back but she kept it as she made her way with using her slapping her flip flops harder against the pavement to count off the white line sectioning off the road from the biker lane. Jace had to yell at her to stop where she was to halt her process and proceeded to use the universal hitch hiking sign with her closed fist and thumb finger out to try and hail down a passing car. She only hoped it would work and not make her look like a lady of the night. Veronica laughed at her own amusement at the thought of her being a lady of the night and imagined herself using her cane to entice businessmen to pay her for sex. "Nice thought," she murmured as she continued with her hitching hand.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Is Truly Blind [Silence &amp; Marguerite]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silence</strong> on <strong>27-11-2008, 05:48:49</strong>
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				"Damn radio.." Vincent Cole mumbled to himself as he drove through the November rain. My how the years have gone by, it was only a couple of years back that he was at The University of Washington in hopes of becoming a plastic surgeon. Now here he was a plastic surgeon with his own practice and life seemed to be going well. The sounds of "Devils &amp; Angels" by Royal Bliss faded in and out through the speakers of his car, something he planned on replacing as soon as he could get it into the shop.<br><br>Hearing his cell phone ring he picked it up seeing that it was his interim Assistant Mary Larson. "Hello?" The sound of agitation was clear in his voice, if he had one more person walk in after he had left for the day he was going to pull his hair out. "Dr. Cole, are you going to be in tomorrow for the interview process?" He let out a sigh as he heard the questioning tone of her voice. "Listen Mrs. Larson it is nothing personal, you are only an interim assistant. I never planned on keeping you around long term, I want someone who.." Pulling the ear away from his phone as Mary Larson burst into a rant on how he only wanted "some young hottie" to be his assistant.<br><br>"Good day Mrs. Larson.." And with the push of a button he ended the call, tossing his cell phone into the passenger seat he continued on into the night. It was just a question of which club he would be visiting tonight, Club Hypnotic or The Edge. Either way he would probably end up a little less sober than normal since there were no surgeries scheduled for tomorrow, and even if there was a walk in Byron Daniels would take care of it as a favor.<br><br>"The hell..?" On the side of the road was a car that appeared to have a flat tire of sorts. The man that was messing with the jack seemed to be having one hell of a time, the girl on the side of the road was getting drenched. She looked oddly familiar but Vincent was unable to put a finger on it at the moment, it was odd to be wearing sunglasses in this weather though. Pulling over to the side of the road slowly he pulled up to the bumper of the car in front of him.<br><br>It normally wasn't in Vincent Cole’s personality to help people, if this had been a nice day he would of just drove on by without a care in the world and left them in the dust. Maybe it was the fact there was a girl who looked soaked to the bone on the side of the road, whatever it may have been he sat there for a moment knowing that he couldn't just back up and drive off. Rolling down his window he looked over at the guy who was trying to repair the tire.<br><br>"Hey, need some help?" Oh that was just about the most obvious damn question he could have asked. It wasn't a matter of if the guy needed help, but if he wanted help. He wasn't about to get out of his car just for the guy to say no, he looked over at the woman and then back at Jace raising an eyebrow slightly.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Is Truly Blind [Silence &amp; Marguerite]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>27-11-2008, 06:10:28</strong>
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				She cursed everytime a car went by her, wondering if the guy would have stopped if she had her cane with her. Likely but she was not about to use her disability as a free ticket through everything. Though her college and the government gave her free aide to help out with her college tuition, she worked twice as hard if not three times as hard as other college students to show she was not letting her eyesight get the best of her. Even now, she had her appointment with the eye doctor to get herself fixed with contacts to help her with the light intake. Most of the time she managed to see squiggly lines of people but not anything else. Veronica used the rest of her senses to paint a picture in her mind of what a person looked like and reacted around her. Took her a while to get over staring and asking her various questions but now she could answer her condition without batting an eyelash. She smiled at her own jabs at her poor eyesight, at least she could joke about it rather than bitch and whine.<br><br>Nevertheless, she wanted to bitch and whine as the rain started to seep into her clothing and make her teeth chatter in her mouth. Her hair which had been red curls were frizzy and dragging against her neck. The black jeans she wore were plastered against her skin feeling as if she had huge blocks of ice strapped to her thighs. The white t-shirt matched with her little black vest slapped to her skin, showcasing her bra which she thanked was a neutral color. Any darker or brighter the color and most of the cars would have been honking and asking her how much by the hour. "Son of a bitch," she said beneath her breath as her body was racked with shivers. <br><br>Thank god, she thought to herself as she heard the signs of another car pulling up to help. Jace cursed and muttered, yelling for her to get back to the safety of the car. Was the stranger a killer? With that thought in mind she took her umbrella and herself trootting back to the car. "Damn it," she cried out as she snagged her flip flop and lost her footing landing herself in a muddy patch. At least she did not have her eyesight or else she would have wailed like a baby over her clothes, she told herself silently.<br><br>"Told you to wear flats instead, Ronnie," Jace yelled into her ear over the slosh and patter of the rain. Jace thanked the stranger for help and asked if he had a usuable jack in the car. He might be able to get sick but if Ronnie became sick over trying to wave down help he would kick himself in the ass with his short leg for it. She did not need anymore medical problems as it is with her eyes and her immune system. However, Ronnie tried to search for her flip flop, not giving a shit about her appearance now.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Silence</strong> on <strong>27-11-2008, 06:47:13</strong>
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				Vincent popped the trunk as he opened the door and made his way to the back of the car. He grabbed the jack and quickly made his way over to there car, almost falling in the process. His suit was going to get soaked but it didn't bother him to much, at least it was black and nothing would stand out as far as mud. He set the jack down near Jace and made his way over to Veronica "Hear let me help you up." He grabbed her by the wrist and helped her up gently, it was now clear why she looked familiar. Veronica Cruz was on his list of people who needed to be interviewed the following day.<br><br>"Don't want you getting sick now." He chuckled as he helped her over to the car and knelt down to help Jace get the tire back on the car. The irony that he would be helping one of the final three people in the interview process on the side of the road at 8 O'clock at night. Vincent didn't speak to Jace much, for all he knew the guy was the crazy boyfriend and it had been a long day and the last thing he needed was a fist fight.<br><br>The rain continued to pour down on them, another November in the drizzly hell that is Washington. It's like spring almost all year around, one of these days Vincent planned on moving his practice somewhere nicer. But for now he had to establish his practice and he still got good business even though the state of Washington wasn't a hot bed for actors and models.<br><br>"I think that should do it" He stood up and looked back at the road, cars continued to pass by them. So this is what it felt like when the shoe was on the other foot, well in some cases you can't blame Vincent for passing by. I mean what if some of those people are serial killers or something? He's watched Forensic files, sometimes the end of it all begins with good intentions. "Would you like me to follow you in case you have any more car trouble?" He looked back towards his car and closed his eyes for a moment trying not to mumble some expletives since he had left his window rolled down and the rain continued to pour into the driver seat. He looked back at Jace and Veronica, they probably thought he was some weirdo.. But he would let out a chuckle if they accused him of being a stalker since he had her home address and phone number on file at work since she had filled out an application.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>27-11-2008, 22:34:52</strong>
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				Jace brushed his hair from his face once more and tried his best not to curse a slew of expletives at the damn rain, damn flat tire and damn near everything because he wanted to get Veronica to her appointment. Even after what happened to the two of them, he had feelings for her but it was never the kind to keep a romantic relationship going. The two of them were almost brother and sister though he tried not to think about it like that since it would have been incestous. Before the accident, he had wanted to marry her but after the accident, both felt the two of them were better off as friends. <br><br>However, he watched to make sure no one took advantage of her. The reason he asked her to head into the car was to make sure this stranger who was helping them was not someone who wanted to get a piece of her. Especially the way she dressed for a damn eye doctor's appointment, Ronnie, looked as if she wanted to work the corner. "Thanks man," he muttered as he watched the stranger in the nice suit help out Ronnie. At least she would have someone to give her a bit of entertainment while he worked on the flat tire. After this, he promised himself to get a class in fixing tires and everything to do with cars.<br><br>"Thanks, damn flip flops," she muttered, smiling as she let the stranger help her out of the mud. She used her free hands to wipe and throw off any mud she managed to get on herself. With the umbrella implanted in the ground, she used the water as a natural shower to get rid of the grass stains and clumps of wet dirt. She smiled at his words, shaking her head and finding her hair slapped the sides of her already freezing cheekbones. Her immune system was a bit shoddy because of one faulty lung but she managed even in this weather. Besides, she had her breathing machine at home in case she got the flu or pneumonia. Ronnie tried to make herself think everything was fine even with her eyesight but she <br><br>Thanking the stranger for the help, she settled herself into the passenger sear, reaching beneath her glasses to rub at her eyes. Damn, her mascara was running. Ronnie bet she looked like the mythical, 'Crying Female', who bemoaned the fact her children were dead because of her. Not a good thing, but as she rubbed at her eyes, she felt the sticky mascara come off. Jace was going to have to take her to the store to get waterproof mascard in case she caught herself in another rain storm. Hopefully, the stranger would not be itching to get away from the crazy female wearing black sunglasses and looking as if she had gotten out of a mud wrestling contest. <br><br>Smiling, she remembered the stranger's laughter and wondered how the gentleman could be easy with joy with rain drenching his suit. Having brushed up against him after he settled her down in the car, she wondered about his job. In Washington, it was a rare thing to see a man in a suit unless he was here on business with a call girl. Everyone tried to work a decent living and not get hooked onto the Starbucks craze. Even now, she had no reason why people enjoyed coffee while she was a water kind of girl. "Jace, are you okay?," she called out a few minutes later after hearing the car come down from being pumped from the jack. Rolling down the driver side window, she peeked her head out to listen to the conversation the two of them were having. What could she say, she enjoyed listening in on conversations. Since she could not see the two and make up her own conversation then having to actually hear the voices helped to entertain her. <br><br>Jace smiled and leaned into the driver's window to tell her to get back in her seat. She smirked and shot back she was not going to get back in unless she knew everything was alright. "Good thing we are not together or I would have bashed your head in," he whispered into her ear. Rolling her eyes, she waved him off and turned her head into the direction of the stranger's voice to thank him. "Yes, that would be a great and Jace even if we were dating, I would be scratching the walls trying to get away from you," she shot back, the two of them finding themselves laughing and shaking their heads in amusement. Now the stranger was going to think they were crazy and emotional ex-lovers now. Peachy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Is Truly Blind [Silence &amp; Marguerite]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silence</strong> on <strong>29-11-2008, 04:37:01</strong>
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				Vincent raised an eyebrow slightly after hearing the comment Veronica had made, obviously Jace was very protective of her and from Vincent’s Point of view Veronica may not what him to be so protective. It wasn’t his battle though, and maybe Veronicas look’s had a part in why he pulled over… But at least Vincent did a good deed… As he watched Jace he noticed a very slight hobble that most people would not notice, being a plastic surgeon and having to notice every detail of the anatomy he wondered what had happened to them. Obviously Veronica was blind &amp; now Jace with the hobble… It was tempting to ask, but they both seemed to be a little on edge and this wasn’t exactly the weather to sit down and have a cream mint capo chino. <br><br>Vincent nodded his head and walked back towards his car “Son of a bitch..” He mumbled to himself, at least he was soaking wet and wouldn’t notice how drenched the interior of his car was. But it still irritated him to now end, he flipped his headlights on low and waited for them to pull onto the road. He wondered how awkward the interview would be tomorrow, Veronica was very perceptive and would recognize his voice &amp; Jace would more than likely be there for support and he would recognize Vincent.. What’s the worst that could happen?<br><br>“Bout damn time!” finally his radio began to work as “Devils &amp; Angels” by Royal Bliss broke the sound of the rain pelting his car. He looked ahead at the car in front of him, wondering what there conversation was all about. Were they talking about him? Or maybe they were just laughing it all off, he couldn’t tell but his curiosity had always gotten the best of him for better or worse. Looking down at his cell phone he saw he had a text message &amp; one missed call. Bother were from Hollie, she didn’t leave a voice mail but the text message read “Busy tonight?” and that meant Hollie wanted to hook up. Vincent fumbled with his phone since his hands were a bit slippery from all the rain and texted back “Not tonight” <br><br>There was no reason for him to blow Hollie off, he had spent nights with her before with no strings attached.. So why would&nbsp; tonight be any different? sure he would have plenty of time to meet up with her after he followed Veronica &amp; Jace.. But something told him not to, maybe after all these years Vincent was beginning to form something that could resemble a conscience? There was a good chance that Hollie would be pissed but that is something she would have to deal with. Turning his phone off, Vincent waited to hear there car start up, closing his eyes and getting lost in the sound of the music &amp; raindrops. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>29-11-2008, 05:29:08</strong>
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				Veronica wondered if the stranger thought the two of them were abusive towards one another. The way each of them talked to each other, many people would think the pair flung insults whenever there was a chance. She remembered the insults had been to hurt when the two were leaning towards the end of their romantic relationship. Each threw back as if there was a prize for whoever could emotionally wound the other more. Most of the time she won with being able to use his history against him and degrade his bedroom skills. He was not bad in bed but at the time she wanted to get him to realize he could not win in a sparring match. <br><br>However, she merely wanted to goad him into a smile. He worked hard to try not to let his and her own disability get the best of him. She felt when his mind wandered to the various, 'What If's, situations. The whole what if he had kept his eyes on the road. What if he never asked her to leave the party with him to fight about their problems in private? What if he had tried his best with her? A slew of what-if's, Ronnie knew plagued him whenever he let his mind wander too much. One of the reasons the two lived together because at least she could get his mind off of the bad things. <br><br>Settled back in her chair, she buckled herself in and waited for the wet Jace to get in. With the both of them wet and soaking the interior with their clothes there was no need to blame who had gotten the upholstery dirty. Smiling to herself, she heard him grumble and turn on the car, checking the signals and the headlights, even making sure to see if any oncoming cars headed their way before he pulled out onto the road. "We are going to be able to make your appointment with a few minutes to spare. Think you still want to go?," he asked as he reached over to grab her hand.<br><br>"Yes, I doubt the doctor will pay any mind of my wet clothes so as long as he checks out my eyes. Though if he starts checking out my breasts or ass then do hit him with your short foot," she joked, turning in her direction to smile at him. Jace smirked and shook his head in amusement as he floored the car to take them to her appointment. The stranger behind them had better things to do than follow them to the eye doctor. Bet the stranger in his expensive suit had clients to pick up, romantic clients he mused. 
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				Post by: <strong>Silence</strong> on <strong>29-11-2008, 06:08:04</strong>
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				Hearing the car speed off into the night brought Vincent back to his sense, he stepped on the accelerator and began to follow them. “Christ, are they trying to get away from me or what.” He said to himself, and that very well could have been the case. A stranger offering to follow a couple... Or ex- couple in this case… To a doctors appointment, Vincent didn’t see anything wrong with this. He was making sure someone who could possibly be employed by him in the near future reached her destination safely. <br><br>Vincent had never paid attention to the way he dressed, it had never occurred to him that some sleazy people dressed this way in the state of Washington. Then again he was a plastic surgeon, so he did have a little bit of sleaziness to live down in his own right. But to the average joe, Vincent&nbsp; never realized how he appeared to them. How many people had mistaken him for a pimp, mobster and strayed away from him. And to this day it still had never crossed his mind, he simply dressed the way he wanted.<br><br>Following behind them, Vincent watched as they spoke to one another and tried to imagine the conversation in his mind. “Oh Jace, he is simply a kind soul offering help” The thought of Veronica saying that caused a laugh to escape Vincent’s mouth. Who was he kidding, any other day they would be cussing him out for driving on by… If it wasn’t for Jace being there, Vincent would of more than likely offered Veronica to ride with him to wherever her destination was.<br><br>“Shit!” his mind had wandered for a second, thinking about Veronica.&nbsp; His car fishtailed for a few moments but thankfully he got his car.. And his thoughts under control.. He knew it was a bad idea to be thinking about her in anyway but a professional. If he let his thoughts wonder to much then that would contaminate the interview, he could already hear people around the office saying he hired Veronica for her looks. Well if he hired her for the job that is…<br><br>&nbsp;“She looks like a professional, and is a nice girl..” Already he was thinking of all the reasons to hire Veronica, was there really anything wrong with that? Who say’s that the other applicants are going to be that great? He could benefit from having a blind person on staff, certainly they couldn’t get him for discrimination. What other plastic surgeon would do such a thing? “Stop…Just stop Vinny…” Vincent said to himself, he has already been accused in the past of choosing certain people for certain jobs. This one, he wanted to be clean as a whistle so that no one could say “You hired her because of her looks”<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Is Truly Blind [Silence &amp; Marguerite]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>29-11-2008, 06:56:16</strong>
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				As she felt the car head off faster and faster down the road, she removed her sunglasses from her face to clean them. Her eyes picked up on the lights of the passing cars, her mangled eyes trying its best to register all of the different colors. After the accident, she saw everything in distorted waves. Everyone looked as if they were placed into a dark ocean and it made her mind run rampant with the only images she had before becoming blind. Doctor considered the act of her mind trying to trick itself into thinking she could still see as a way to cope with the actual loss of eighty percent of her eyesight. Once she managed to accept her new body, she went through rehabilitation to deal with her limitations. <br><br>From what the doctor she would visit informed there was the chance she might be able to fix her headaches from having to concentrate too hard on the squiggly lines and the sources of light. If the contacts made especially for her worked out well then she would not receive the splitting headaches every day as she put everything she had in herself to figure out who the hell she was talking to. It was one thing to be talking to someone you knew but being blind did not help to register if the person she talked to was an actual person or a damn mannequin. Jace had let her talk for a good ten minutes to the damn plastic man before the store called security to escort the crazy female from the premises. Ronnie got him back later with hiding his shoes and smirked as he hobbled around on the cane he hated to use if his knee gave him more trouble than usual.<br><br>"Was the stranger at least nice, Jace? The way you talked to him and the tone of voice made it seem as if you wanted to spit in his face," she mused as she glanced back at the twin head lights following them. Even at these speeds, she guessed the stranger was no stranger, she smiled at the pun, to driving fast. The suit she felt when he helped her up made her wonder about what his occupation was. He had a strong figure where her hands grabbed his arm and if she thought about it, he reminded her off those spanish actors she listened to on the television. From what Jace informed her when he viewed the Spanish programs every once in a while with her, the spanish actors were handsome and strong men. The kind to make a woman squeal in delight.<br><br>Would this man make her squeal in delight? It had been too long since she had dated. Almost five years but there had been a few dates here and there. Sure, dates that ended too soon when Jace made a comment about how the man looked like he was a bad kisser or bad tipper and saying it all right in front of the gentleman. Well, she could not blame him, she mused. He wanted the best for her just as she wanted him to have a female who could take in his condition and not squirm when she noticed the wicked scars on his legs and arm from the plates placed to correct the fractures and broken bones.<br><br>"Maybe but I doubt he would be a good person to a female," he answered as he headed down the street to the doctor's place of business. When he said that, then it was a sign the guy was handsome looking. He usually said a guy was a dirtbag or a sleezy asshole if the guy resembled a good looking actor. It made her curious if the man might be interested in going on a date. No one was perfect and with her, she was far from it.
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				Post by: <strong>Silence</strong> on <strong>02-12-2008, 04:33:28</strong>
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				"Eye doctors appointment" Vincent said to himself as he recognized the street they were heading down. He continued to follow them, by now Vincent knew they would get there safely. Knowing Jace would make some sort of smartass comment about him if he veered off in another direction.. He continued to follow them out of spite for the most part.<br><br>But he did want to make sure Veronica got there safely, Vincent wondered how many friends she had besides Jace. The guy seemed like an older brother who was way too protective of his sister, it was a stupid question sure but coming from someone who was now visually impaired it did make him wonder. "Maybe if I hook Jace up with someone he won't be so brooding." letting out a chuckle, it wasn't nice to make comments like those towards a total stranger but he couldn't help himself.<br><br>Vincent was far from perfect in his own right, sure he had no physical disabilities. But his personal life was like a constant revolving door of women.. Last year they actually had an office pool on how long his relationship with an aspiring actress would last. But he took it all in stride, it never bothered him even when people openly would ask him how long before his current relationship ended. There is always that old saying "There is someone out there for everyone." And I guess you could say he was always actively seeking "The One"<br><br>Although he found a lot of Irony in thinking about dating Veronica. Most of the women he had dated him merely went out with him for his looks or because he was a plastic surgeon. Hear was a beautiful woman who couldn't actually see how handsome most women thought he was. She would be much more perceptive of everything else. This meant that the corny pick up lines that worked on most models wouldn’t work with her.<br><br>Veronica did have a very nice frame &amp; Vincent hadn't dated many red heads so that was something that attracted him to her. But there was something about her blindness that was an attraction in itself, she couldn't see him so everything else he did to her would be heightened. Touch, sound, the foreplay would be much better than anyone of his past girlfriends.<br><br>It did linger in the back of his mind how she would be looked upon by the staff if they were to date. All the stories she would hear, and of course someone would bring up the 2005 Christmas party... they always did.. But she was different &amp; he would hope that everyone else would see that as well. If Jace heard about Vincent’s past, I'm sure the man would never let him live it down.<br><br>Pulling into the parking lot they reached there destination and Vincent pulled his car along side Veronica and Jace. The tire would be good enough to get them home, they didn't seem to have any trouble driving in this horrid weather. "What now?" Vincent thought, he had followed them there like he said he would. Now should he just wave and let them be on there way? He was going to be seeing her again tomorrow anyway, the sky lit up as a bolt of lightning ran along the horizon. The one thing he did love about Washington was the rainstorms, just watching the lighting spark up the nights was one of the few things he was able to enjoy anymore.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Is Truly Blind [Silence &amp; Marguerite]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>02-12-2008, 05:19:46</strong>
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				Smiling to herself, she let Jace go on and on about how she needed a good man in her life and one who would treat her well. Jace needed to realize she had to go through a slew of bad men before she managed to find herself one that would stick around. Not every man would be open to dating her and not every man would she open to dating them. It was how things worked and she was not about to rush her good fortune for the chance to marry and have children young. Besides, she enjoyed being single for the time being and needed to work to support herself before anything else. <br><br>"Jace, cool it on the stranger. He helped us out and be glad we did not catch a cold," she replied, reaching over to pat his thigh. He needed to know to relax on the people who came around her. It was not as if the stranger was trying to cope a feel when he helped her out of the mud. If the stranger had tried anything funny, she would have been there to knock him between his knees to teach him a lesson. Even before she went blind, she took karate classes to get herself into shape and learn how to defend herself in case anyone tried to get overly friendly with her.<br><br>"We are here," Jace muttered a few minutes later as he parked the car in the eye doctor's lot. His eyes had taken notice of the fact the stranger's car followed them all the way to the eye appointment. Even now as the male parked in the lot next to them and asked if there was anything else, all Jace wanted was to let the guy know everything was fine and no more help was need. However, with Ronnie sitting next to him and looking as if she was ready to bat him upside the head if he acted rude towards the stranger, he bit back the real comments to the stranger. Instead, he smacked a smile on his face, thanked the stranger for his help and for going out of his way to assist them. <br><br>Ronnie knew he was trying to play it cool but unless the stranger was blind like herself, he would be able to see through the facade her best friend held up for the male. Was the stranger that heart throbbing handsome to make Jace act more overprotective than usual towards her? If he was, then she might ask him for his number as she helped herself out of the car while Jace held himself on the razor's edge. Men and their dignities, something she could never even try to decode.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Is Truly Blind [Silence &amp; Marguerite]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silence</strong> on <strong>02-12-2008, 05:53:59</strong>
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				It was an awkward silence that filled his car, once again his radio went out &amp; all that was left was the falling rain pounding down on his car. Thinking back to when they were on the side of the road, there was no reason that he couldn't have shown some of his charm towards Veronica. It was obvious that her &amp; Jace weren't exactly a couple so to say. But he didn't feel like having a jack thrown at his temple, and it would have been tacky. Hit on her one night, interview her the next day.. He thought to himself about how the interview would of started out if he would have down so "Hi, I'm Dr. Cole &amp; I recently just hit on your last night.. So how are your oral skills?" He amused himself at times, even if his sense of humor was a little tackier then what most people preferred.<br><br>Vincent rolled his window down to talk to Veronica &amp; Jace, the smile &amp; thank you that Jace had given him was great... If it wasn't for the look in his eyes that said otherwise.. But that was to be expected I guess, after all Vincent was just a guy who had stopped to help. Tomorrow would be another story, with the interview and all. Jace would more than likely try to talk Veronica out of working for him, although deep down Vincent knew Veronica probably wouldn't listen to him anyway. Thankfully Jace wouldn't be allowed to sit in on the interview, which was a protocol he always followed.<br><br>Part of him wanted to wish her luck on her interview, would it freak them out? Yes, but would it be funny in Vincent's eyes?...Yes… That would compromise the situation &amp; he didn't feel like hurting any chance of Veronica wanting to work for him. Yes her resume was impressive, the one thing that was her downfall was her looks. She was extremely attractive and even if she was a Rhodes Scholar they would still think she got the job based on her looks. <br><br>"You two have a good evening, and a safe trip home." Something told him not to press his luck, he sat there in his car the rain had let up just a little as he sat there with the window rolled down. He wanted to see them get inside before he pulled off, tonight wasn't going to be a night of partying. Seeing Veronica, it just changed his mind on the whole thing. All these women used simply there looks to get through life, Veronica on the other hand had overcome some obstacles in her life to get were she was at. That is something that Vincent truly respected.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Is Truly Blind [Silence &amp; Marguerite]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>04-12-2008, 00:34:42</strong>
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				Would she have to smack him upside the head or thank the stranger herself? Ronnie sighed and helped herself out of the car without help. Though her stick was in the backseat she had been at the eye doctor long enough to accumulate how many steps it would take to get her to the front door and back. Feet started to move forwards, leaving Jace behind to get out of the car and lock it on his own. Jace and her, seems it was better suited with a lot of medication to ease their anger than for anything romantic. She adored her best friends but there were times she wanted him to leave her to experience things on her own.<br><br>On her own. Three words which frightened and enamored her all the more with each passing day. Veronica had nothing against her good friend but there were times she wondered if he would want to do things without her at his side. To meet women without worrying someone might slip a roofie into her drink because she was blind. The two of them were not getting any younger and it was getting closer to settle down to start a family. Ronnie was not for children because of her immunity but she would be happy enough to spoil Jace's sons and daughts. He was more of a parent figure while she would be the best blind aunt there was.<br><br>"Ronnie, you are going to trip," Jace called out as he ignored the stranger's presence. He would enjoy showing the stranger how to take a hint and move on. The stranger was starting to become a bother in the usual antics Ronnie and him went through. Both went on with the daily routine and enjoyed it. However with Mr. Pretty trying to make himself known he was good at everything it was straining the time he had with Ronnie even more. He even notice Ronnie trying to figure out if the stranger was good enough to ask out or not. For God's sake, the world was going topsy turvy today.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Is Truly Blind [Silence &amp; Marguerite]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silence</strong> on <strong>11-12-2008, 09:01:41</strong>
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				With a small chuckle Vincent thought it would be best for him to leave "You two have a nice evening, and good luck tomorrow" And with that he drove off, gone just as soon as he had arrived on the side of the road a few miles back. Jace would be happy that he was gone, but Vincent couldn't help but picture the shocked expression he would have on his face tomorrow.<br><br>Besides, an eye appointment was very important and he did not want to delay them anymore than they already were. His eyes drifted towards the rear view mirror to get one last look at Veronica as he pulled out of the parking lot. She was a site to see there was no denying that, but there was a time and a place of that.. And in front of an ex-boyfriend wasn't the place..<br><br>Vincent continued to drive through the rain for about half an hour, just trying to clear his thoughts. Visions of Veronica soaking wet still danced around in his head, and he didn't mind that one bit. Was it a crime to think of an attractive woman like her? Thinking about it wouldn’t harm anyone, acting on it.. Well that’s another story..<br><br>Finally Vincent headed home, pulling up in front of his home, he was a thorn in his neighbors sides. He was different from them, they were all laid back rich snobs were as Vincent played his music loud and had the cops called on him on more than one occasion. As he shut the engine off he looked up at his house, on a nice summer evening it looked like paradise. But in the dreadful winters of Washington it looked more like a prison, during the summer there were plenty of things to do. Throw a party, invite a few people over to “mingle” but in the winter time it was different. Like night &amp; day, once late October hit people slowly stopped coming by. The house felt empty and lacked that energy that it possessed in the summer time.<br><br>But none the less it was home sweet home.. Stepping out of his car he still soaked from earlier and took his time as he approached his mailbox. Flipping through his mail he mumbled to himself “Bill…Bill… Another bill… Adult Catalog…” Nothing out of the ordinary, tucking the mail under his arm he unlocked his front door and stepped inside out of the elements<br>
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