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Post by Deleted on Oct 21, 2013 17:43:19 GMT
Viola was beginning to feel slightly panicked about the darkening sky. She had promised the manager that she'd just go out for some fresh air for the afternoon, but that was uh.. about four hours ago, and she was now stuck in some residential area with lots of rows and rows of houses that looked exactly the same. It made her nervous, as her fingers clenched together, wondering if she could make it back to the office alive.
Wrapping her coat around herself tighter and cursing the fact that she was out of notes and pennies and only had a plastic card and no corner shop in sight, she was beginning to lose hope. The darkening sky above her made her walk quickly with no direction, with tears in the corners of her eyes.
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Post by LANCE DAVIDSON on Oct 21, 2013 20:31:53 GMT
Evening was Lance's favorite time of day. There was something about night that made him feel all the more creative and at ease with everything.
The night air was cool as it kissed against his face, though it wasn't harsh in the least bit. Leaves freshly fallen from the nearby trees crushed under his nicely polished shoes with a satisfying crisp sound and it made him smile.
He took a deep breath, smelling the upcoming autumn on the air and slowly let it out again, letting his eyes slip closed for a few moments. Lance was at peace and rather happy at that moment.
When he opened his eyes again, he saw a figure walking his way. Squinting to get a better look, he noticed it was a woman--and not too bad looking of a woman, either. Her hair was fantastic, very rocker-esque. Though, as she got closer, he noticed that she wasn't all too happy and--was she sniffling?
Huh... well, that didn't matter.
"Hey baby... Where're you going at such a time as this?" Lance asked, his hands slipped casually into his pockets, his voice gruff from all the constant singing and smoking he did.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 22, 2013 17:42:46 GMT
Upon seeing a figure before her, a sense of relief washed over her. Maybe this person could help her! She smiled, face completely brightening up, even with tears in her eyes.
She dismissed his flirtatious tone, too desperate and grateful for any sign of a living person. Her lip wobbled, now smiling awkwardly, she spoke.
"Um... I'm lost. Could you please help me?" Batting her eyes, she spoke softly, looking up to the stranger with a pleading look.
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Post by LANCE DAVIDSON on Oct 23, 2013 0:02:59 GMT
Oh man, wasn't she cute. Though, the crying wasn't at all appealing. Even in the dim lighting of the street lamps he can see the faint wetness at the corners of her eyes. He perked his brow at her, mainly at the request, and thought on it for a moment or two.
"Hmm... I dunno. What's in it for me?" The raven asked, looking the girl over again, a small smirk tugging at one side, causing his grin to become a bit crooked and lopsided. "I can't just do things for people, especially for free."
Oh yeah, he knew it. He was a douchebag and he knew it, but he didn't care. The girl wasn't in a bad neighborhood and if she felt like getting offended he didn't have to help her if he didn't want to.
Really, all she had to do was keep going straight on and she'd be out of the suburbs. Didn't she know how to read street signs? Don't tell him she was a foreigner and didn't know the city at all.
On the other hand, if she was a foreigner...
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Post by Deleted on Oct 23, 2013 18:26:14 GMT
Viola stared at the stranger with a desperate, yet bewildered expression. Why didn't he just freely offer her help, like she would for other people? Such thoughts passed with a frown, she blinked away tears quickly.
Nevertheless, she didn't complain, so she dug in her coat pockets to look for an answer she already knew. She fished out her phone, which had no battery.
"I'm sorry, I don't think I have any money, and all I have in my pockets are scraps of sheet music and sweet wrappers." She looked down, then peeked up to look for a reaction.
"Haha, sorry, I'm not that familiar with the area. I just moved here not so long ago." She laughed nervously, feeling slightly uncomfortable.
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Post by LANCE DAVIDSON on Oct 23, 2013 19:21:37 GMT
Oh, hot damn... His grin widened more at her confession and he slunk up a little closer to her, looking down at her through his fringe.
She really did have a pretty face and her eyes looked a little bigger when his frame blocked the light of the lamp from shining down on her face, casting a shadow.
"Hmm... I think I know of a way you could pay me back, without the money--I don't need the money, and baby you're no corner whore," he replied, keeping his voice low so that it didn't echo throughout the street. "You look like you're in need of some fun. Got the waterworks on and everything."
He'd hoped that just the statement was enough of a hint to indicate what it was that he wanted, but she was timid and he figured she might not be all that bright in that department. He wasn't calling her stupid, but who goes out into an area that they didn't know and got themselves lost? Not to mention so close to nighttime when things start to look different than when you saw them during the day? Lance thought that was common sense stuff not to do even in an area you're familiar with.
So now that he thought about it, maybe she was a little less than full of common sense...
"Where'ya from, babe? You don't even look like you're from around here," the frontman went on. Perhaps if she found him a little friendly, it would help her with her decision to take up his offer.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 26, 2013 19:33:28 GMT
"Mhm, yeah... I guess..." She spoke awkwardly, not entirely sure what he was trying to get at. What did occur to Viola though, was that this man was definitely really strange. While she could guess he had an interest in her, perhaps romantically, he wasn't making it awfully clear now, was he?
"You've already said it though, I'm not a corner whore, or a whore in any kind of sense." Her tone was suddenly kept level, and even kind of authoritative. Mother said that if you were rejecting boys, you had to be firm, because otherwise they wouldn't understand the meaning of dejection.
Why did it turn into this, anyhow? She was just asking for help.
Viola blinked, mind lost into some deep well when he spoke.
"Um, I moved here from America. My mum married to a guy who lives here, that's all! I've not had much time to get used to the area, see, and yeah... I'm sorry." She laughed nervously, not sure whether or not staying here with this man or trying her luck to find her way out of this area was a good idea. It was all so confusing, but her gaze, she was now a little scared to look into his eyes.
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Post by LANCE DAVIDSON on Oct 26, 2013 22:35:30 GMT
He let out a chuckle, hearing her trying to be suddenly authoritative was very amusing to him. It wasn't at all scary or concerning and it didn't make him question his actions towards her either.
"No, see. There's not going to be money involved and everyone knows that money is what turns you into a whore~" The words dripped off his tongue in a teasing fashion, the slightest hint of a purr coating that sentence. She really wasn't that bright after all.
He tried to get a better look at her features again, but in the darkness and dim, orangy lamplight, it was proving difficult to see anything at all. Lance turned to make her look at him when she turned away, his facial expression softening ever so slightly.
"There's nothing wrong. You got lost, you're new. It's bound to happen sooner or later and tonight was just that night," he continued on, then held out a hand. "You look cold. Come on. I'll take ya back to my place, give you something to drink... warm you up."
Was this girl really that dense? Lance wasn't bad looking and she looked like the type to have a bit of fun every once in a while. He was clean. What was the harm?
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Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2013 19:39:26 GMT
It quickly became apparent that this guy wasn't going to be very helpful, as she gripped the side of her arm. Although it hadn't got to the stage where Viola felt threatened, she knew it would be stupid to let her guard down, manager be damned.
"Uh huh." Viola nodded numbly, finally getting an idea what he was trying to get at. With closer inspection, this guy could definately fit into the bracket of old and suspicious. Oh god.
"Right." She said after taking a step backwards. "Seems a bit too much a price for directions though, if I'm honest." Viola rose her eyebrow. "You want me to have sex with you, right? But honestly, you're not really my type."
She shrugged, instantly regretting telling him all that. What if he suddenly got pissed off, drag her off to some house and murder her? Oh. God.
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Post by LANCE DAVIDSON on Nov 12, 2013 21:11:52 GMT
Lance perked a brow in return, his slight smile turning downward into a frown. Her disinterested expression all of the sudden proved her to be quite the actress.
"So, you just go around putting on that timid bunny face to get sympathy, hm? Is that how it works?" Lance asked, keeping his hands in his pockets, though he leaned forward a bit when Viola took a step back. "No doubt you're lost, your tears were real, but it's funny how quickly that damsel in distress switches off the moment I ask for a little sex."
Of course Lance was the slightest bit offended, but he could see why she would act the way that she did. Doesn't mean he thought it okay and he let out a chuckle, shrugging his shoulders.
"It wasn't for directions. You're cute, seem easy, and I haven't gotten laid in a few days. It's as simple as that. I would've called you a cab afterwards and you would've been on your own again."
At least Lance was honest with his intentions, right? He wasn't trying to hide them or sugar coat anything. He put it all out in the open for her to see.
The bit about him not being her type really made him laugh and it echoed a bit through the street, "A rocker girl like you isn't into a rocker guy like me? Surely you're lying."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2013 22:45:20 GMT
Her eyebrows bunched together, suddenly confused. Her meeting with this stranger made her forget that she was supposed to be upset about being lost. In that aspect, maybe he did have a point. Maybe all along she was some vixen, bringing men to their doom.
Now that was a funny picture to imagine.
"No...? I was genuinely upset. I'm not a vixen luring men to their deaths. I think. At least, I have somewhere to be. I hope... you get a clearer picture from that." Viola nodded, but more for her own benefit. Like this was the right thing to do. Yeah right. As if she ever knew.
Yet, she smiled though, a smile more of a smirk, carrying her chin with two fingers. He didn't doubt her. That was good.
"Well, if you give me your number, I could... call you?" In truth, she wasn't that against doing it with him. At least he looked experienced; knew how to take care of people.
At least.
She frowned at that point, as if recalling a sad thought.
"Well, should I apologise for being strange? I'm sorry. But I really need to get to the recording studios today, and it's... getting dark."
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Post by LANCE DAVIDSON on Nov 16, 2013 4:28:57 GMT
He gets closer to her and reaches out to caress her chin with a hand, tilting it up just a bit to get a better look at her face.
His own face was calm and still, very smooth with the slightest wrinkle around his smile on either side. Her reaction amused him, especially when he could sense the slighteest hint of curiosity in her voice.
"You couldn't kill anybody even if someone bloodied them up for you first, Lance remarked as he looked down at her, perking a brow faintly before letting her face go and reaching into his pocket for a scrap of paper and a pen. He always carried some with him, just in case.
Against the nearby light pole, he scribbled down his digits, wrote down his name, then handed the paper over to the girl.
"Don't call me unless you mean it," he added on, though the grin on his face remained. "And if you call and I don't answer, leave a message." He might as well have stated that part, too.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 18, 2013 21:48:28 GMT
He was a nice enough man, with his priorities to his dick. She supposed that's how men were, these days; Mama didn't teach her to hold sex in high regard, as long as she used protection. Mama knew the ins and outs of the industry, after all.
She laughed airily at his remark, and waited for him to write down his number, and wondered if she'd ever actually call him. Viola still had that power, of course, she never said anything about giving her own digits to him.
Taking the piece of paper with two hands, she read the name aloud.
"Lance? That's a pretty cool name. I'm Viola, by the way." She looked up at that part and gave him a small smile.
"Either way, I best be off now." Thanks for nothing. She turned to leave; she rather not stay any longer.
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Post by LANCE DAVIDSON on Nov 18, 2013 23:03:06 GMT
He wasn't really looking to get her number and even if he did, he damn well wasn't going to call her. That wasn't the type of guy he was. If the girl wasn't brave enough to call him first, she wasn't the type who could handle him in the first place. Timid girls just wouldn't survive.
Though there was something bothering him after she let him know her name... Something tugging at the back of his mind.
Viola... Viola... Rocker Girl Viola...
He paused and turned around, watching her back as she started on down the sidewalk, his eyes narrowed a bit in a scowl as he studied her frame and focused on her name.
"Son of a bitch," he murmured, but he knew it was loud enough for Viola to hear. She hadn't gotten that far ahead.
He also didn't look too happy, either.
Yet at the same time...
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