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Thread: Saving Elizabeth {The Gothic Temptress and Alan23}

The only reaction Elizabeth showed to this other man stepping into her office instead of that stupid Hannah was a blink of her green eyes. She knew the blonde was a bimbo, but now she was certain that the fool was incompetent to be working for her as she slacked off in fear at every possible chance. She had to get a new assistant. Elizabeth did not recognize the man, leading her to draw a conclusion that he must be working in the lower echelons of the company. He was fairly attractive if one found dark hair and stormy eyes complementing a chiseled face with a strong yet lean built clad in professional suit attractive. Elizabeth did. Yet she did not show her approval of his appearance, instead arching a brow at him curiously. Good morning, Ms Dwight The man spoke in a rather confident manner, one no one dared to showcase in front of her. She decided that he must be new. As he went on to explain the facts about the report, her jaw clenched. Who was he to view his opinions in front of her? Above all, who was he to look into a report that was meant for the higher powers of the company? Her eyes narrowed into slits. When he mentioned about the reviews of the shampoo, her jaw clenched further. She had read through the magazines which had led to her trying the shampoo herself. She then knew whatever they said was correct. It had cost three time consuming hours at the hair salon to get back her silky locks. She had then brewed such a vicious storm at the laboratory that Dr. Browning - the one in charge of the product - had left the premises in tears. But he returned in the end - he had to, lest he wished to face the worst of Elizabeth Dwight - and was currently working to improve the shampoo. But she was certain that the whole debacle was none this lowly clerk's business. She stood up and smoothed her skirt, all the while maintaining that famous Elizabeth-Dwight-glare. Walking up to him she briskly took the file from him sharply, ignoring the slight difference in height. As if that had ever made her feel vulnerable. Impressive, she said, though her voice indicated that she was anything but impressed, but who could you be? And with whose permission did you think that you could flip through the company's confidential reports like it were some entertainment magazine? A sardonic smile followed though her eyes remained as cold as ice. Hannah! She called out dropping the smile. The bimbo in question came hurrying in, practically quivering in fear. This man needed to know what Elizabeth Dwight was capable of and that he was in no position to talk to her in such a manner. Her good for nothing secretary was going to serve as an example. You are fired, Elizabeth said bluntly without any preamble or explanations. The blonde instantly teared up and looked like she was about to object but then decided against it, and nodding sorrowfully left the office. Her pathetic sobs echoed softly as she shut the door after her. Elizabeth then shifted her gaze to the man and arched an eyebrow in challenge.
Thread: Saving Elizabeth {The Gothic Temptress and Alan23}

Good Lord, the audacity of this man! Not only he did not respond to her cold attitude in the way she would have preferred him to, he went on like the cheeky git he was. Elizabeth hated people who did not bow down to her immediately. It was because all her life whenever she treated someone as an equal, they always ended up thinking that they could manipulate her or boss her around. No, she had to have everyone under her shoes. And that feat was only possible if she were the vicious demon she was. But it seemed like this man - Tris Rankin - was not aware of her prowess. And then he subtly appraised her and if it were not the years of careful watching during meetings, she would have missed it. She had an odd urge to button up the first three buttons of her white silk blouse that she had left open. She did not know why, she just did. Maybe because it had been a long time since a male had taken even a slight interest in her body or beauty. Usually she scared the shite out of most men who even looked her way. Now that she thought about it the only men she met nowadays were the ones who worked for her - who were too frightened to meet her eyes let alone flirt with her, though she'd rather have it that way - and the ones in her family - for whom she held no romantic interest whatsoever. Cursing her mind for drifting away, she narrowed her eyes at him. Records clerk, you say? She said casually as she crossed her arms beneath her chest, Do you perchance know who I am? If you do, which is highly probable since you seem to have a hobby to put your nose into others' business, you must be aware that this cheeky attitude of yours will get you nowhere in this company except maybe outside on the roads. Assuming that you would like to keep your job, she ran her hard gaze over his stature in contempt, I expect you to behave respectfully the next time we meet, that is if we meet again which I hope would never happen if you want stay employed. Till then, you can go coop yourself up in the records room and make use of your pathetic existence. There was an angry flush to her cheeks as she finished and with a withering glare she turned on her heel and made her way back to her seat, the folder clutched tightly in her hand.
Thread: Saving Elizabeth {The Gothic Temptress and Alan23}

Yes, Ma'am, he replied, a surprised expression on his face - though the surprise was more one of puzzlement than shock. I don't quite understand. Why would I work in the records room of a company and not learn who the executive staff were? It would make doing my job somewhat difficult, I'm thinking. Perhaps, you being so busy and all, you'd forgotten I'd addressed you by your name already a few seconds ago. He stayed silent for a second or two, as if considering the rest of her remarks. And again, Ms Dwight, I don't quite understand. Is taking an interest in my job, so that I can perform it as efficiently as possible not considered a desirable trait in the position? He shrugged. Ah, well, then, seems I've been in error. And you don't wish ever to set eyes on me again? Hmm, that could be a problem, since I deliver the mail, and it would be somewhat difficult if I'm not to visit this office occasionally. And since you seem already to have sacked your PA, well... I'd have to walk right in, wouldn't I? So fulfilling that particular work directive is, I'm afraid, out of the question. He thought for a moment. Or maybe we could have a kind of code word, you know, that I could sing out, so you could turn to the wall or shut your eyes whenever I approach, but... No, that would be silly. A sudden idea came to him. Ah, unless perhaps I utilise your other suggestion, that I coop myself up in the Records Room and never venture out. You'd have to give me a note for my supervisor, of course, or she'll insist I keep doing my job, which involves me getting around the building a lot, and... He smiled. No, on balance, I think that rather than putting conditions that I can't possibly be expected to meet, maybe you should bring my sacking forward to right now. Should I go to HRM and get my cards? Or... He met her gaze. Or maybe it might be worth you considering that not being willing to act as your yes-man doesn't necessarily mean I'm not loyal to you and this company or to yourself? It's a possibility, you know. He stood, waiting for her answer, as if he'd asked her something no more dramatic than will you want sugar in your coffee, Ma'am?
Thread: Saving Elizabeth {The Gothic Temptress and Alan23}

Yes, Ma'am, I don't quite understand. Why would I work in the records room of a company and not learn who the executive staff were? It would make doing my job somewhat difficult, I'm thinking. Perhaps, you being so busy and all, you'd forgotten I'd addressed you by your name already a few seconds ago. Elizabeth had been walking to her desk, confident that she had worked her magic on this man - who was sure to be a whimpering mess by now, all bravado gone. Yet her movements halted when he spoke up in that annoyingly self-assured voice of his, practically mocking her. She turned around slowly, her face set into cold lines and her eyes ablaze with icy fury. The man had the gall to make a joke out of the situation as he suggested ways for her to evade seeing him. And the most outraging fact He was smiling as if he were a well-wisher. Elizabeth clenched her fists to prevent herself from clawing at his smug face. He looked straight into her eyes, one thing no one had dared to do, and mocked her once again. Deep breaths, deep breaths. Do not resort to violence. It is very unprofessional. She closed her eyes, thinking of happy places. Her sitting at the President's chair with her father proud and teary-eyed standing beside her. You won't become the President if you were caught strangling a records clerk with his own tie..... But, a small errant voice spoke up from the depths of her mind, t he walls are sound-proof and everyone knows better than to interrupt you. And who would believe the word of a lowly clerk? Do it. He dared to question you. To taunt. Do it. And relish the moment the blood runs down his gorgeous mug after you scratch it like a wild cat. Do it. With a deep exhalation Elizabeth opened her eyes to his expectant face. No, being violent will stroke his ego with the knowledge that he was able to incense Elizabeth Valerie Dwight with some cheek. She was high above that kind of riff-raff. She appraised him in disdain but when her mouth opened a pleasant, mellifluous tone that she usually reserved for important clients escaped Listen, Mr. Rocking, you can stay here and continue with your pointless banter - and waste my precious time, I may add - or you could go and do something substantial which you are paid for . And please, I know how to run my company so I don't need your expert advice on it, - she smiled pleasantly then - As per your desire to know things about my company, I do not see how that is going to aid your job as a records clerk. So go ahead, hand out daily mails to people and make yourself useful. And yes, I would highly suggest you not to peek through them. The smile dropped and she stared at him, not even a hint of emotion showing on her face. Now would you be kind enough to get your obnoxious arse out of my office, unlike you I have very important matters to look after. She went ahead and opened the door for him, motioning with the file for him to exit.
Thread: Saving Elizabeth {The Gothic Temptress and Alan23}

Obnoxious arse! He grinned, so fleetingly she could barely have registered it. Yet, just long enough so that she would know he'd done it. Well, naturally I wouldn't say the same of you. Out of office. Right. His pose of nervousness was so obviously that - a pose - that he wondered if he should try for a comedy acting career next. Rocking? That's... rather good, Ms eight - erm, Dwight. Ok, out, yes, good. He turned, and walked away slowly. And then suddenly turned. Raised a finger, as if suddenly recalling something important she needed to know. And oh, by the way - I read the article in question in a copy of the magazine I'd bought and paid for. They sell them in newsagents and things. There wasn't even a sealed section in them... erm, unlike the mail, which is, like, gummed down, so you can be sure it hasn't been tampered with... your own being an example. Just saying. This time, he did turn, and begin to walk away, slowly. If she fired him, despite the pose he was putting on, he would have a small amount of regret. He enjoyed the cosy atmosphere down in the mail room, swapping banter with the other staff, getting around the office. And having met Ms Dwight up close and personal, as it were, he was finding she intrigued him. It wouldn't be a massive regret... there was another iron in his personal fire that didn't, right now, come into the tale... but it was always so undignified to get fired. Those security guards always looked so bloody smug when they escorted you off the premises... Oh well, if she did, she did. He dismissed the thought from his mind, and - SHIT ON TOAST! Normally, two men, dressed in respectable enough suits, lounging just slightly too casually up against the wall in the reception room would not have even made a blip on his radar. He'd simply have assumed they were two executives with whom Ms Dwight had a meeting. So why did the tiniest shiver of significance run down his back? Why did a tiny jolt of electricity ziss from one side of his brain to the other? Could it be they looked a bit TOO casual. Like men trying very hard to look unobtrusive, when, given they were both at least in the heavyweight wrestler class and broad with it... like men in a hurry, who had to do something distasteful but well paid... that something about their eyes and he was GOOD at eyes! gave the faintest impression of their being... not exactly respectable businessmen? Were they, in fact, pleased to see him? Or were those the subtle bulges of weapons in shoulder holsters he discerned through their slightly too loose suits? He adopted a deliberate pose of nervousness, walked by them attempting to look like a very menial clerk who was trying to make himself look as unobtrusive as possible. But as soon as he was around the corner in the passage, he stopped. And strained every ounce of his hearing. Just in case.
Thread: NinjaGirl's Request thread

Not sure if you meant to do it or not, but I couldn't reply to your most recent message because you added me to your block-list??
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5 hours till I'm outta work, can hash out ideas nowtill then before I can rp
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Thread: Hunted Royals (Krystal x Jason)

It was a sunny and warm day when Krystal parked her car in the driveway of their new home, admiring its victorian style. Having lived through that age with her son, she had always enjoyed archetacture from that period. The mansion was fully restored and though it had modern conveniences, it still retained its charm. She smiled as she stepped in the door, pleased that their servants had been quick to put everything together for them. Wow. Place looks great. Remind me to give the servants a raise. She said with a chuckle, going into the kitchen to make herself some tea. She was quick when making the tea, singing softly to some jazz music from the 40's. Krystal sat down on the couch with her tea, taking her blue heels off. She sipped silently, just relaxing. They were safe for now. The hunter who had been trying to kill them for centuries has nobclue where they are. She sighed softly, remembering what it was like to have his father around. She had love him zso much, but he'd died protecting her. So, what shall we do now that we're here? She asked her son, not bothering to give him kisses in the house. They only had to act like newlyweds in public.
Thread: Hunted Royals (Krystal x Jason)

It'd been his mother's choice. It seemed she always like the idea of vampires living in a big old mansion. He was more of a city boy, maybe a nice high rise penthouse? He'd have to inquire about purchasing one sometime, being on the run does indeed take away much of a person's time. However, now everything had calmed down, they could properly settle down and 'live'. Looking over to his mother, he gave a shrug. Just pay for their Christmas meal and add a weeks paid holiday. They love shit like that. He said bluntly, pulling his earphones out and stuffing them into his pocket. Jason went to the fridge and pulled out a can of coke, feeling a tad bit drained from the dozen mile run he'd just returned from. He had barely broken a sweat, but had to keep appearances up and some habits just stuck. Good question, what shall we do? Maybe explore the village? I imagine there will be a nice pub or something. We'll have caused a bit of a stir just moving in and renovating this place. What's our cover? We were given this place by my 'poor dying aunt' for a wedding gift? He said, figuring they'd need a false reason instead of just blurting out to people that they were vampires on the run from a hunter. That wouldn't go down so well.
Thread: Hunted Royals (Krystal x Jason)

Krystal chuckled as she sipoed her tea. I will do that. I think i'll also give them raises. They did so well. She admitted with a smile, glad to be able to relax at least for a little. She had chosen this place not just because of the archetacture, but she liked how out of the way of normal people and the hunter's sites it would be. While she loved the city just as much as her son, she wasn't convinced they would be safe there. Back in 1941 she'd tried living there, and all it got her was pain. She'd had a relationship with a man there, but he'd died in the war. She still missed him. Krystal smiled at him. Yes, I think that works. Also, webmight say that we are rich people who wished to livenout ofbthe spotlight she admitted, relaxing on the couch, wanting his company. She liked snuggling with him. Yes, a pub would be nice. I could go for a scotch. She said, chuckling as she finished her tea.
Thread: Hunted Royals (Krystal x Jason)

Well then, before you fall to sleep, let's get a move on, dear 'wife'. He said with sarcasm dripping from the last word before giving her a smile. First, I need a shower and a change of clothes, apparently that's what people do after exercise. Jason added with a shrug, turning on the spot and making his way up the grand staircase, pulling off the black, slim fit t-shirt before he'd reached the top of the stairs. I'll hop in your shower, the plumbers say it won't be fixed until Tuesday. He shouted back down to her before walking off to her room. It was an en suite of course. The master bedroom was gigantic, with a large window that he pulled a heavy set curtain across as he finished getting undressed and making his way towards the shower. Pulling the door to a near enough close, he got into the shower and let the red hot water run down him. He did enjoy showers, he found them relaxing and soothing, a place to think. That could wait for another time however.
Thread: Hunted Royals (Krystal x Jason)

Krystal rolled her eyes. Stop being such a brat. She yold him before she nodded, deciding she would change clothes as well. While she hadn't been out running, she had been Out in the city. She wanted to aquaint herself with her surroundings so she could better hide if needed. While she knew the hunter wouldn't findbthem for awhile, she still liked to be as careful as possible. She slipped inyo her room, walking intobthe large closet, and picking a pretty yet simple blue cocktail dress and a matching pair of shoes. She put her long blue hair up in a fancy and sleek ponytail, then went back downstairs. She needed more caffine.
Thread: Hunted Royals (Krystal x Jason)

Finishing up, he stepped out and wrapped thee towel around his waist before making his way across the landing to his room. You look nice. He commented as he saw his mother walking down the stairs, before stepping into his room and getting changed. Pulling on a pair of navy jeans, a slim fit, white shirt and a new pair of converse, he quickly enough made himself presentable after spraying some aftershave on and styling his reasonably short hair, spiking it up at the front slightly before making his way downstairs. Shall we take the car or walk it? Car, I don't fancy walking. He asked and then decided, going into the kitchen and pulling a set of car keys out. Nothing too fancy this time, just a nice Audi. We'll have a drive round a bit, find somewhere nice looking that does food maybe. Jason said, moving to the door and opening it for her. Time of day is it? And can Vampires get drunk btw?
Thread: Hunted Royals (Krystal x Jason)

Its early afternoon, and no, not unless they injest a gallon or more of alcoholt. Krystal smiled as he complimented her. Thanks. Just want to make a good first impression I suppose. She said as she walked down the stairs. Shebmade herself another cup of tea as she waited, knowing he wouldn't be to long, but needing the extra boost of caffine since they didn't have any blood in the mansion yet. She would make sure to tap a vein of some drunk person later that day. Krystal chuckled as he decided they would be driving. Welll of course. You did just run 10 miles, sweetness. She said, smiling at him and taking her last swig of tea. She nodded at him. That seemed like a reasonable plan. She was getting kind of hungry, and wanted to find a good place to eat. That works. She said simply, smiling at him.
Thread: Hunted Royals (Krystal x Jason)

All the vodka... Course. No need to compliment me, I'm fully aware I look stunning. He said with a humourous smile. He was 'blessed' with good looks, taking after his mother and father. He'd always gotten female attraction, often partaking in activities with those that caught his eye. For a being centuries years old, he'd had plenty of time to explore his passions. You'll get addicted to coffee you know. If I remember, it doesn't go too well with blood, sours it. Jason added, unlocking the car and jumping in. Do you want to handle finding some poor soul to keep us occupied? I did the last two if you remember, although one of them was my girlfriend at the time, so I suppose that doesn't count. He said, trailing off halfway through as if he'd just argued against himself and lost. He had girlfriends and consorts in the past, his mother knew all about them, he was always open with her regarding who he was seeing. Never really went into any detail, but she must have known he had slept around a fair bit.
Thread: Hunted Royals (Krystal x Jason)

Krystal chuckled. Syop being such a brat. You know the ladies will be all over you. Good thing we have an open marrige. She joked, sipping at her tea. She had never kiked coffee, but she found the taste of tea relaxing and good for a pick me up. Krystal made a face. Gross. You know I don't drink coffee. She said, rolling her eyes a bit as she got into the car. He could be so bossy without being bossy sometimes. It gitnon her nerves. Yeah, i'll find someone. Maybe i'll even bed him. British accents are sexy as hell. She admitted with a chuckle, hoping to find someone she could easily charm, feed from and leave alone.
Thread: Hunted Royals (Krystal x Jason)

I doubt very much so there will be many ladies in a small village. There is a city about half hour away that I bet will be packed with people tonight, seeing as it's a Friday. He said, pointing off east. He laughed when she mentioned the open marriage. That would be classed as weird, let's try keep that thing hush. Jason added with a smile. I know, tea has the same effect as well though. He added and laughed when she mentioned bedding someone. Well they'd certainly be a lucky devil, I'm sure you won't find it too hard, don't go swooning too much. Jason said with a wink, saying the entire sentence in a rather effective northern English accent. He'd always been good at picking up languages and accents, helped when it came to blending in and hiding.
Thread: Hunted Royals (Krystal x Jason)

Krystal smiled and nodded. Alright then lets grab a bite in town then try looking around the city. I'm sure we'll find some willing victim there. She looked curious a moment before speaking again. She had never noticed that. I've never noticed that it sours the blood, honestly. She admitted with a shrug, putting on her seatbelt. He could drive pretty erratically when he wanted. She chuckled again. Yeah, hopefully some rich royal type. I'm hoping to make yhem love drunk, not me. But if someone comes around that I like, i might get closer. She said, smirking a bit. Shevwas teasing him right back.