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Post by Camaxtli on Mar 10, 2010 13:59:23 GMT -5
It was nine o’clock at night and the night time partiers have just started to come out. The moon was just visible behind the clouds, and the only real light was from the Neon lights spelling Grandiose. There was a queue coming from the front entrance and ending a couple of blocks down. The music was heard from the outside as one of San Francisco’s most popular nightclubs was getting into full swing. All the beautiful people were out and a couple of celebrities were in the queue as well. All of a sudden a big, black, Harley came roaring out of the night. The man, well one could only assume it was a man, due to the muscular build of the rider. His face was covered with a helmet, like the bike, it was black. It also had some jets of flames decorating the sides. The bike screeched into a halt and the man stepped off in one fluid motion and at the same time he took his helmet off. He looked up at the club and smiled his eyes covered by a pair of designer sunglasses. He reached for the back of his neck and slowly pulled down. After a few seconds he put his hand in the front of him and a black hair band was in his hand. He shook his head and his long, silver, hair waved about a bit, from the looks of it the hair reached his lower back. He was wearing a pair of black, Goth boots, a pair of black skinny jeans, a black tank top and a black leather trench coat, on top of his sunglasses and a pair of black fingerless leather gloves. He looked out of place, but the smile on his face made it seemed like he was home. He walked up to the front of the queue and waited for a few seconds. Once the bouncer, who was in fact not that much bigger then the silver haired guys, since he was six foot and two hundred and ten pounds of toned goodness, caught sight of him he nodded and took a step sideward to let the silver haired guy inside. There was a few mumbles saying who was that punk, when they said who it was they shut up. Yes the man in his late twenties was none other then Karrl Garm, owner of the club and one of the richest men in America. When Karrl got into the club his took his glasses off and his rouge blue eyes scanned the crowd. He really did like it here, well he built it from his mind and cash, so it is no surprise that he does. He looked around a bit longer and walked up to the bar. He leant over and waited. A barmaid caught sight of him and did not come back until a few seconds later and with a drink. Karrl had one drink he really loved to drink, it was made by a friend of his he called Tank, the drink was called The Tank Buster, it consisted of a double shot of tequila, a double shot of Sambuca and the rest of the glass was filled with ice and lemonade. He took a sip and looked out at the crowd. (The Jacket and Glasses: 1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgtAuULcmcQ/Sqa_1OaoGdI/AAAAAAAAAiA/-hTU0uK-tKs/s400/men%27s+leather+gothic+trenchcoat.jpg)(The Gloves: www.ironhorsehelmets.com/images/Leather/Black_Fingerless_Leather_Gloves.jpg)(The Boots: www.sweetboots.com/newrock/high/403.JPG)(The Jeans: fashionfeen.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/dsc_01251.jpg)(The Tank Top: s7v1.scene7.com/is/image/JohnLewis/000019185?$product$)
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Post by Airheart on Mar 11, 2010 12:38:02 GMT -5
Towards the end of the bar a head of bright head hair was styled perfectly, falling in soft curls around bare shoulders. At 5'7" she was the tallest girl in the room, by any means. She was actually one of the shorter ones in this crowd. That hardly seemed to distill her, though. She was quite the obstinate one. Even if she was a little shorter than most her body more than made up for it. At 127 lbs. she was slim, but very curvy. Small waist and a well balanced hip and chest was what drew the eyes. Her bright green eyes had their usual touches of make up on them, not a lot, just enough. They scanned the crowd, barely passing over the men who were standing around her. She didn't really care for them anymore, they were getting boring in her eyes. Amelia raised the glass in her hand and took a sip, the yellow liquid passing in between her lips and down her throat. Lemon Drops had always been her favorite. She looked down at herself, using her free hand to adjust the hem of her dress. It barely fell to the middle of her thigh, black in color. Strapless and pulled in at the waist with a belt of little black stone accents. Below the waist the dress was over laid with black loose feathers, covering it thoroughly and giving the dress a loose look despite the curve hugging material beneath it. She was leaning against the bar, her back to it, trying to stay focused on the dull conversations in front of her. Why were the good looking men always so boring? All they ever did was try and impress her through stupid stories and talks about how much they made or what fancy cars they drove. It got very boring, very quickly. And even when she told one guy she wasn't interested, there was always another to take his place. All of these clubs were the same. So why did she go? She never really understood it. She liked the atmosphere more than the people. She pushed herself off the bar, standing on her heeled feet now. Black booties covered her feet, one inch stiletto heels attached to them. They were adorned with a few small buttons that were for looks more than anything. Buttons on shoes almost never actually worked. "Look, boys. I'm sorry to disappoint you but I'm really not interested," She explained, her voice soft and gentle but firm at the same time. She wanted to get the point across without them harboring any ill will towards her. Once the men had dissipated she turned around, putting her drink to her lips and finishing it off with ease. She ordered another and waited, her eyes scanning the area. Her eyes landed on Karrl for a moment. She recognized him, sure. But did she really care who he was? Not really. It seemed the night was going to be a boring one. (Dress: images.saksfifthavenue.com/images/products/04/741/0861/0474108616058/0474108616058R__ASTL_300x400.jpg ) (Shoes: crossroadstrading.files.wordpress.com/2008/09/black-booties.jpg )
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Post by Camaxtli on Mar 16, 2010 16:40:19 GMT -5
Cam took a sip of his drink and scanned the crowd. He saw a few girls, his free hand changed fingers, sometimes there was just his thumb, and then some other moment all five digits were out. He was scoring the girls around the room. He was impressed by a few of them, but nothing that would make him take them to bed. He then saw two girls walk towards him. He looked at the first one and two fingers appeared, the other one four. He smiled as he took another sip of his drink. When they reached him, one looked at the other and the other nodded. The first one, a blonde spoke to him,
“You’re Karrl Garm aren’t you?”
Cam simply nodded. He was not surprised they knew of him, most people did, both for good and bad reasons. He looked at them both and gave them a look that pretty much said, spit it out already. The blonde looked at the other one, who was a brunette. The brunette spoke this time,
“Mr. Garm, we would like to try out as models for your company. I know it’s not the proper way of going around things, but it’s very hard to get an appointment.”
Karrl smiled when she spoke. So they wanted to be models? He put his drink down and stood up and walked around them, taking in there features. The blond had a nice chest, ass could be a little firmer, and she could look better if she had some curves. Now for the brunette, nice breast, not too big, but not too small, great ass, nice curves, pretty face, a bit girl next door in her makeup. He stopped and went back to his drink. He took a sip,
“From firs’ glances, I don’ mean to sound nasty, but Blondie, y’a need some serious work if y’a wanna get a job with me company, but y’a brunette…” He reached inside his jacket and pulled out his card, “Jus’ phone up d’is number ‘n’ tell d’em Karrl Garm has personally OKed y’a, y’a will get an appointment no problems. Y’a may not deal wi’d me first off, but I’m sure well meet again.” He then caught sight of Airheart, “Now, business iz’ over, I ‘ave someone t’a speak t’a, ladies.”
He took his drink and walked over to Amelia with a smile on his face. When he reached her and lent back on the bar and smiled again. He had a feeling she was not in the mood for some gun ho type of chap, good thing too, Cam played it cool,
“Hey, w’ats y’a name darlin’?”
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Post by Airheart on Mar 16, 2010 16:57:32 GMT -5
"That depends..." Amelia started, looking to him, a little curiously. What did he want with her? There were plenty of women in the room. "Are you just looking for someone to talk to? Are are you just looking for someone to take home at the end of the night?" Her voice was sharp and coy. She really didn't like playing games. Or being played with for that matter. She knew who he was, and his reputation.
When he drink came she smiled at the bartender, sweet and charming as always, as she took her drink and took a sip of it. The sweet lemony taste filling her mouth and flowing down her throat. She licked her lips, smiling again. She turned back around to Karrl, smiling at him. Not charming as she had been to the bartender. More coy than anything. He obvious wanted something from her. It was just a matter of getting it out of him.
Though what could he have wanted? She mused over the options, lulling each one in her head. Someone to bed, obviously. Someone to talk to. He didn't know about her powers. No one did. So what was it then? Only he would be able to tell her. She hated that.
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Post by Camaxtli on Mar 16, 2010 17:11:17 GMT -5
Cam smiled at the directness of her. He found it refreshing, in fact it was not really just the brunette’s looks that made him give her his card, but the fact she was direct and straight to the point. Cam would be lying if he said he would not take this red head into his bed, given the chance, and she probably knew this, but that is not what he really went over to her for. There was something he must know,
“It depends on w’at y’a want. If y’a want t’a talk, I ‘ave no problems wi’d d’at, if y’a want t’a see if I’m as good as everyone says, I ‘ave no problem wi’d d’at either. Look at me, I’m rambling, w’at I really came over here f’a is t’a give y’a d’is.”
He pulled out one of his cards. Many women would kill for one of these; it meant that Karrl Draven Garm himself personally asked for you to book an appointment. He basically never gave them out. In all fairness, in the space of a month he would hand out ten at the most. The scoring system did not work for when he was bedding women; in fact, it was for potential in the modelling world.
Ones, no chance, twos, maybe with a lot of work, three, possible but they weren’t getting his backing, fours, yes, they would get his backing, if they had some backbone and five, yes without a shadow of a doubt they would be getting one. As soon as Cam saw Amelia he gave her a five, and that is rare indeed, he would need a good look at a girl usually before giving her a five, but he gave this red head a five just by a fleeting glance.
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Post by Airheart on Mar 16, 2010 17:26:34 GMT -5
Amelia quirked an eyebrow at him, her head tilting slightly as she took the card in her free hand. She read it over, then looked back up to him. He wanted her to model? Of all the things, that hadn't been on her list. She hadn't expected it, to say the least. "You want me to model?" She asked simply, a little shock in her voice. She'd never thought of herself as a model. She was a painter... she'd painted dozens of models. She'd never imagined herself on the other side of that.
Hundreds of possibilities were running through her head now. Modeling... she'd never thought about it. Not once. Nor did she really need the money. It could be fun though. It would also be an in into his company. She knew it was modeling on the front. She'd heard rumors about the underground parts though. Never anything serious, but there were always whispers. Parts of her were curious. The other parts told her to keep her powers hidden and live in peace.
"I don't know. I'd have to think about it, I suppose. It's nice to know I can make you of all people ramble though. I will admit that much," Her voice was a little softer now. "And my name is Amelia."
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Post by Camaxtli on Mar 17, 2010 4:38:26 GMT -5
Cam smiled as she seemed shocked about his proposition. Why not? She had an amazing figure, better then some of the model he already had in his company. Slim, yet curvy, toned body, from what he could see a nice ass, and her breast, dear god she had amazing breasts.
There was also her face, very, very attractive. In all fair, if he had a chance he would bed her, hell, if he had the chance he would take her up to the VIP room and screw her brains out then and their. Even though if he did take her up there it was not just for that, he conducted personal meetings there as well. When she introduced herself he smiled again,
“Ov’ course, take y’a time, but I will be disappointed if y’a decline, I will admit, some ov’ our current models could not hold a torch t’a y’a body. It’s also a pleasure t’a meet y’a Amelia, ov’ course y’a know who I am.”
He then looked over at the bar and downed the last of his drink. He signalled for one of the bar staff to come over. He waited for a few seconds as the nearest one who saw him finished with a customer. He was not going to demand them serve him now, he was not paying, plus, the customers were lining his pockets, not that he needed it. When the barmaid came over he ordered,
“Me usual, ‘n’ w’atever d’a lady’s ‘aving, ‘n’ keep ‘em coming.”
The staff nodded and fixed the two drinks. When she brought them over her handed one to Amelia. He smiled as he took a sip of the clear yet potent drink. He looked around; it was packed in there, like always. He smiled as he looked back over to Amelia, he then spoke,
“Look, if y’a wanna talk more privately, I ‘ave a VIP section.”
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Post by Airheart on Mar 17, 2010 11:10:54 GMT -5
When she finished the last of the drink in her hand she set in on the bar just in time to be handed the other. She smiled gratefully at the bartender, then at Karrl. "That's sweet of you, but I do hope you're not trying to get me drunk," She teased, smiling at him. She turned the idea of going up to his VIP room a few times over in her head before finally making a decision.
"Thank you, you're certainly a charmer, and it's certainly nice to meet you as well Mr. Garm. I'd be happy to talk with you in your VIP section, but I do have a question for you. Are you planning on talking business? Or are you planning on trying to sleep with me? I'm having a little trouble figuring you out... It's not something I enjoy." Amelia said, rather bluntly. She'd started off as her usual sweet and charming, and ended very blunt. She definitely did not like being toyed with.
She had to admit, it was obviously very crowded there. But it always was. You got used it after a little while. The fact that you had to talk so loud you were almost yelling was never usually very appealing though. It would be nice to talk to him in peace, but if all he wanted to do was toy around with her she would rather stay down here.
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Post by Camaxtli on Mar 17, 2010 11:36:13 GMT -5
Camaxtli chuckled, he was use to hearing that he was a charmer both from men and women, they did not call him The Silver Haired Casanova for nothing. When she teased about Cam getting her drunk he put on a fake look of innocence and then chuckled again. He was not attempting to get her drunk, well maybe a little, but he liked her, she was the sort of person he like to hang around with, she seemed like she would tell him exactly what she thought even though she knew who he was.
When she asked her question, he looked at her. The noise was getting to him a little, he could barely hear her. He sighed, he would answer her question, but it would be easier to talk upstairs. He looked over at the barmaid and told her to bring their drinks up to the VIP area and the barmaid nodded in understanding. He looked back at Amelia and signalled for her to follow him. He walked toward a flight of stairs and two bouncers were there as well. He walked up to one of them and told him that the VIP area was closed off to just him and Amelia he nodded as well.
When his finally got to the area he looked around, it was much quieter here, since the room had something put into it to stop the sound, and some of Cam’s personal music was playing. He walked up to the couch and sat down. He looked over at Amelia and smiled. He then spoke, his voice very a matter of fact,
“T’a answer y’a question Amelia, if y’a gave me d’a chance I would ‘ave y’a in d’is very room, I’m not gonna sugar coat it, I would love t’a fuck y’a. But, if y’a don’ want t’a sleep wi’d me I aint gonna try. Now f’a d’a talkin’, yes d’ere well be a little business involved, but I thought we could just chill, maybe go downstairs later f’a a little dance, nuttin’ more nuttin’ less.”
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Post by Airheart on Mar 17, 2010 12:14:52 GMT -5
Amelia was a very honest person, if she wanted to say something to you, she would always say it. Even if it hurt your feelings. Lying wasn't something she ever condoned. What was it her father always said? Honesty was the best policy. Even though he'd turned out to be an asshole, he was still right about some things.
She'd followed him upstairs, looking around the club as they went. He certainly commanded power. It was an interesting sight. Everyone here treated him with respect. It was a refreshing sight. When they finally got upstairs she sat down beside him, setting her drink on a near by table.
When he finished speaking Amelia just smiled, laughing softly. "Well, at least you're honest. You get points for that," She started, smiling at him. "And it's not that I wouldn't want to sleep with you. I'd be honored. I'm just more of a repeat occurrence kind of person. One night things aren't really my favorite. If I'm going to sleep with someone I generally prefer there to be at least some chance it happening again. I don't like being someone's quick fuck, to put it simply. I know that's something you favor." She explained, smiling slightly. She wasn't really one for sugar coating things either.
Amelia took a sip of her drink, then looked back to him. "And a dance later would be lovely." It would really, being seen with him would probably do wonders for her reputation. Not to mention he was good looking. She'd always heard, but the actual person was always better.
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Post by Camaxtli on Mar 17, 2010 12:41:29 GMT -5
Cam looked at her and smiled back, so, she would not sleep with him unless there was commitment involved, that, changed things. He would not try anything unless she gave the go ahead. It was true, he did prefer to fuck a girl and never see them again, but there was reasons behind that, something he rarely shared with people.
There had been a girl in his past, well a woman, a woman he still dearly loved, but it went terribly wrong, and had a nasty break up, emphasis on the nasty. Her name Regan Wyngarde. He had not really dated since her, mainly because he had not met a woman who could match Regan. He had not seen her in eight years. He looked up and sighed pulling out a smoke, he took out his lighter and sparked up. Taking a long pull on his Benson and Hedges he exhaled and spoke,
“Yeah, I prefer the quick fuck, but there is more too it. I’m shallow, I aint gonna lie, if y’a ‘ave looks I’ll fuck y’a ‘n’ chuck y’a, but. I am very fussy on who I date, I want d’a same looks, but I want more as well, I need someone who can keep up wi’d me, both inside and outside ov’ d’a bedroom. If y’a good looking, but have d’a personality of a dead fish, y’a jus’ a meaningless one night stand f’a me, maybe a week long fling if y’a are good in d’a sack, but if y’a are good looking, plus y’a ‘ave brains and personality, well there is a good chance y’a will be more d’en jus’ a quick fuck.”
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Post by Airheart on Mar 17, 2010 19:40:34 GMT -5
(( Benson and Hedges are yummy. xD Sorry. Random. Just thought about that when I read it. ))
It made sense. It fit him. He was picky about the women who he dated. Who wouldn't? Especially a man of power. He had the pick of some of the best looking women. It was natural for him to be picky. Very easily accepted. In her mind anyways. She'd met and dealt with a lot of men in her time, there were the idiots who wanted things that weren't realistic, then there were the men like Karrl. The sensible men with power who actually made sense.
Amelia smiled, taking another sip of her drink. It all made sense. To her anyways. Most men didn't end up like him until someone broke their heart. They slept with women like it was a drug to hide the pain they felt from the last one they actually dated. What was the phrase? A serial re bounder. They avoided dating by having extremely high expectations of the women and kept themselves at a distance. He was obviously something pretty close to that.
"So who broke your heart? No offense or anything. Most men I've met that act similar have a sketchy relationship history. They usually got hurt somewhere along the line. "She asked, a little simply. There was definitely a sympathetic tone to it though. She'd met too many men like him in her travels. It was sad sometimes. They would probably be a lot different people if that had been averted.
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Post by Camaxtli on Mar 18, 2010 1:46:26 GMT -5
Cam looked at her, his eyes told the story of what happened, and how she pretty much hit the nail on the head. He looked forward and held his glass, his eyes deep in thought. He never spoke of this to anyone, only the people who were closest to him knew of his true story. He took a sip of his drink continuing to think. He was deciding on whether or not to tell Amelia his whole story. He thought he could trust her, but there was also the chance that she would go to the press with this; it’s a juicy story, the great ladies’ man Karrl Draven Garm, nothing more then a broken heart. He sighed and looked back at her, he had decided,
“Ov’ course y’a will know I ‘ave had many lovers in me young life; I’m only twenty seven ‘n’ I’ve had seven hundred and twenty three ex lovers, but only two committed relationships. D’a first one was when I was merely fourteen, it ended up wi’d a nasty end, but a good result, me son, Gareth, but d’at’s a different story. D’en there was me last one, I was eighteen w’en I met her, Regan Wyngarde, oh how I loved her, I was willing to leave everything I knew just to be wi’d her, but, d’at ended as nastily as a break up could get.”
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Post by Airheart on Mar 18, 2010 10:38:13 GMT -5
Amelia had leaned back against the couch, listening quietly. She didn't interrupt him, she would hold her questions until the end. She finally finished her drink and set the empty martini glass off to the side. She watched him, obviously curious. It was sad. What he was... it was all because this girl broke his heart when he was eighteen. She leaned forward, almost mimicking his position, minus the drink in his hands. She touched his shoulder lightly, trying to be sympathetic.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. But if it makes you feel any better I know the feeling. To have your whole world ripped away from you," Amelia went on, her voice soft and gentle. She wouldn't comment on his son or the number of women. Both of those seemed a little deep for someone he'd just met. But so had this. They were topics for another time.
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Post by Camaxtli on Mar 18, 2010 11:11:45 GMT -5
Cam felt her hand on his shoulder. He looked over towards Amelia as she spoke. He smiled; it was a sad and slightly haunted smile. If she only knew what horrors Karrl had seen in his life, the things that had happened to him and the things he had done. If she truly knew Camaxtli would she be so sympathetic. He would not digress the things that haunted him, the things that he had seen from the day his powers had awoke, and some things that had been before that. He spoke; he needed to change the subject,
“Y’a know, getting a closer look at y’a, I see summin now d’at I didn’ bef’a, y’a ‘ave d’a most enchanting eyes I ‘ave seen in a long while Amelia.”
As he looked at her it was not sleeping with her that crossed his kind, ok that was a lie, but it was not what he truly wanted at the present point in time. He would like nothing more then to just kiss her, it did not need to lead to anything more, but there was something about her that made him feel, happy. Even though there was a sexual attraction to her there was also the fact that she knew more about him then anyone in this club, and he had just met her. She had slightly peered into the darkness that was in his heart yet she did not run.
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