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Post by Deleted on Sept 28, 2013 6:40:24 GMT
Clemente grimace at the hand inching towards his right shoulder, threatening to stain the crisp white fabric of his suit with those greasy, tastelessly manicured fingers.
"Non. mi tocchi." he seethed out through a particularly brilliant smile, to the point where the violet irises almost disappeared as his eyes squinted. "Unless you're getting bored of that filthy paw of yours." What did he do that could possible make her think that physical contact was okay?
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Post by Deleted on Sept 28, 2013 16:51:47 GMT
HELLO AGAIN, FRIEND OF A FRIEND. Some people learnt quickly.
That could apply to the hosts and other miscellaneous workers around the place. He was never given attention to anyone, save for the oblivious drunk women lingering around with stuffed pockets and too low dresses. Plus, far too sharp for William's eyes. He'd wear sunglasses the next time stepping in here, the doctor made a mental note to himself. The women looked him up and down, and looked in their purses for more money to throw away. William never gave them a second glance.
He slid off his trench coat and had it placed over his arm, revealing his stark white doctor's coat which he wore underneath. The glasses perched on his nose weren't his, but the prescription was making him dizzy. A patient told him to look after them, so he was doing so. Of course, whether or not he was going to buried six foot under tomorrow was another problem that wasn't his.
Before he made it to the end of the establishment though, it seemed he had already spotted his little white haired shark. With a keen smile, William stopped and waved.
"Care for a visit?" He smiled coyly, tilting his head.
@clemente
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Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2013 6:27:26 GMT
She scrambled away with smudged makeup and quivering lips, neither of which he batted an eye at. Soon enough a busboy came and cleared the table. Clemente sat back down and took a gulp from the now filled glass, an arm slung over the leather sofa.
The voice made him peer up, cold indifference until he recognized the face. Oddly enough the emotion that arose wasn't anger. Clemente knew it should be, knowing this man had witnessed him at such a... pitifully vulnerable state. More of a quiet, simmering frustration over nothing in particular.
His fingers rapped against the backrest slowly. "Shame. I just clocked off." Clemente looked at the doctor with the same expression, with the same disguised smile that left no room for telltale signs that could betray him.
((did they fuck yet or idk))
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Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2013 15:17:37 GMT
HELLO AGAIN, FRIEND OF A FRIEND. Cupping his face with his hands, he shoved past the ugly woman and took a seat beside the white haired shark with a grin, amused by their previous outing. Every moment stuck clear and stark in his mind, and it gave him a sense of elation he hadn't felt for a long time.
Tiling his head back and forth and acting as if he didn't hear Clemente's words, or the sentiment behind that odd smile of his. Instead, he just carried on, moving his head left and right, until words found their way into his brain.
"My feelings! Oh how the pain tears me apart!" He said as if quoting some impressive Shakespearean speech, when really it was the first sentence he saw from some dirty romance novel he found lying around in the office.
"And I thought a night, you'd spare, not lay bare... Or perhaps so. I'm so evidently bored." He stopped, and leaned closer, now sat down beside Clemente.
"How've you?" His voice dissolved into a rough whisper.
@clemente
idk let's say they did for fun ye
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Post by Deleted on Oct 29, 2013 3:01:32 GMT
Keeping a low profile, letting things cool down.
That was the whole point of him staying on this damn island to begin with. So as much as he'd love to Clemente told himself that it wouldn't be wise to make a mess right then and there.
Besides, little of what the other man just said made no sense to the Italian, and what little he did understood sounded more like a mockery than anything else. He didn't think the accent nor language was the problem here.
William moved closer as he talked more. The scent of cigarette and chemicals brought back everything he tried to push to the back of his mind. "Fan-fucking-tastic." He said, taking another drink, "Is that what you're here for? Pleasantries?" His pride was the only thing that kept him sitting, poised. | [attr="class","ssslip"] [attr="class","tttrepid"]@will |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2013 22:11:22 GMT
HELLO AGAIN, FRIEND OF A FRIEND. He leant back, not wanting to get bitten. He still felt pretty restless though; perhaps it had something to do with the body two hours ago. Passed through his hands. What a lucky sod.
He itched his ear.
"You drink how? Huzzah! Fantastic!" His laughter rolled off his tongue, chopped up and slaughtered, and it looked like the great white shark doesn't want to know about it. Not that he wasn't expecting this reaction, anyhow.
Then, how about a little sprinkle of imagination?
"Hey. Hey. You forgot about our little games, just last week?" Rise of eyebrow, hand on heart. Oh boo hoo, you just hurt me. William frowned.
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