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Post by Ainslie Darling on Jan 3, 2010 1:51:00 GMT -5
Okay. She had taken care of everything. She had finished half the paperwork, squealed to Evangeline about the date, taken a shower, fixed her hair, done the make-up, gotten dressed.... All she needed was the date. Glancing to the clock on her wall, she saw that it was 6:50. Ten minutes. He would be picking her up in ten minutes... She had butterflies in her stomach like she was thirteen... She just wanted this to be great. She wanted it to work with him. She wanted to at least have a nice time. She was sick of being alone and she was sick being the only one who was alone. Of course, she wasn't only going out on this date for company. She wanted to go on it because she wanted to spend time with Sargon; get to know him better. Who knew? Maybe he could be the one. At any rate, he was gorgeous. A knock on her door made her jump up, nearly tripping over herself to answer it. Josslyn was standing there with a mile-wide grin on her face. "Heyyyy, there Darling. Heard you got a hot date." Ainslie smirked to the girl and shook her head. "Evangeline blabbed, huh?" Josslyn grinned prettily and nodded. "Uh-huh. Good luck, anyway. Evangeline said he was fiii-iiine." With a giggle and a wave, then, Josslyn was gone, bouncing off down the hall. Ainslie rolled her eyes and couldn't help but chuckle. She loved her students. She decided to wait in the front living room. Then she could be the one to answer the door and Sargon wouldn't have to be subjected to any of her other crazy pupils... She snickered a little at that, heading down the stairs. |
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Post by Sargon on Jan 3, 2010 2:05:01 GMT -5
Funny as it may be, Sargon had gotten himself 'prettied up' for the date, too. Had gone to the gym for an hour or two, ten he had gone home, taken a nice shower, picked out some good clothes (mhmm, he did that, too) and listened to music while getting ready, feeling extremely happy. He was like one of those pimply, nerdy, fifteen-year-old boy with braces on his first date. He was so... Excited. It was almost funny.
And when he decided that his hair wouldn't dry anymore, that he couldn't make himself look any better, that talking to himself in the mirror wouldn't help anymore, hw grabbed his coat, stepped out the door and took off. He was too excited. He breathed in the crisp evening air, and grinned. He had a date. With a pretty girl. Who seemed to like him. How much better could it be!?
He mulled over their earlier conversation--maybe she was the one. Because she did seem special. Maybe it was the way she smiledabd laughed, the way she made him laugh. She was funny, perfect, and he couldn't get her out of his head. She was beautiful, incredible--anything he ever really wanted. Did she feel the same way?
As he approached the big school, e grinned with nervous anticipation. Damn, he had even looked up some good jokes, just in case he couldn't remeber any or got that joker's-block. Like writers block, but for people like him who frequently cracked bad jokes. Either way, he was prepared. He knocked on the door, wondering if It would be her who answered... He hoped so. He wanted to see how much effort she put into her appearance, how much more beautiful she had become. He was like a little kid on his birthday--excited, exhilarated, nervous and delighted, all mixed into one.
God, he had it bad.
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Post by Ainslie Darling on Jan 3, 2010 15:45:26 GMT -5
Hearing the knock, Ainslie leapt up, making for the door. Just as she was reaching for the knob, she felt the unpleasant sensation of all her molecules being rearranged. Once she regained herself, she saw Josslyn in front of her, having just phased through. "Aw, c'mon Jossie," she complained in a whine, straightening her clothes out a little.
Josslyn just giggled and opened the door. Grinning widely at the man before her, she giggled again. "Hi. You must be Sargon. You are gorgeous; Evan was right." Turning to Ainslie, she smirked, "Nice score, Darling."
Ainslie shot her a harsh glare and pushed her aside. "Don't you have homework to be doing or something?" Josslyn just passed her a wink and darted off down the hall. Looking to Sargon, she bit her lip. "Sorry about her," she said, nervous laughter trailing her words. "She's..." Ainslie let the sentence hang, unable to think of a proper description for what Josslyn was exactly.
Letting out a soft sigh, she shook her head. "Ready to go?" she said, passing him a subdued but still excited smile.
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Post by Sargon on Jan 3, 2010 16:01:05 GMT -5
Letting out a soft sigh, she shook her head. "Ready to go?" she said, passing him a subdued but still excited smile.
Sargon was a bit.. caught off guard to see someone other than Ainslie open the door---after all, he was sure it was her emotions he had sensed closest, as he had sort of memorized the exact feels of... her feelings. But he shook it off, and smiled nicely at the girl who did answer the door.
He chuckled nervously at her words. Girls were very confusing at times. It was as if they spoke a different language when around each other. Did they like confusing men? He just stood there, somewhat awkwardly as Josslyn skipped off.
"Oh, no problem..." he said, with a grin. "I get that all the time, you know," he said, joking with her again. It was something he just couldn't help. He wanted to make her laugh, to laugh with her, to have fun. He just... liked her a lot.
'Yeah, you?" he said softly, smiling. This was gonna be... The. Best. Night. Ever. He was so lucky, spending it with someone as beautiful as her...
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Post by Ainslie Darling on Jan 4, 2010 16:29:16 GMT -5
"I get that all the time, you know." She laughed and it was easy. It wasn't nervous, first-date giggles. He could just generally make her smile and laugh. "Oh, I'm so sure," replied, still grinning and popping an eyebrow in the air. "Interestingly enough; that was Josslyn. She is currently dating Cain, who is the father of your new-found niece, Molleigh and former boyfriend of Amarie."
"All set," she replied, smiling. Stepping out of the house, she closed the door behind her. She loved Le Bernardin. It was high-class but still fun; well-known but not enough that she had to worry about paparazzi... They didn't often stalk her as she wasn't a "fun" heiress, like Paris Hilton or one of those and she didn't seek out being a celebrity. But every so often they did pop up to spoil an otherwise perfectly good night.
She was looking forward to tonight, though. And nothing would spoil it.
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Post by Sargon on Jan 6, 2010 16:56:57 GMT -5
"Mhmm," he said, with a rather arrogant nod of confirmation. "I've gotten used to it. That, the paparazzi and the screaming fangirls." He grinned, and this time he managed to not ruin his false-self-obsessive-ness with a traitorous laugh. But at her words about Josslyn, he attempted a smile. "Seems like a nice girl. That, uh, Cain--right?--was the one that died?" He thought she had mentioned something about him dying. People weren't supposed to die and come back to life. It didn't work like that. But if Cain and this Josslyn chick were happy, that was all that mattered, right?
He smiled at her, and felt extremely excited. This was like.... a first date. A good first date. Like, he might've been the nerdy kid at school, and she might have been the most popular girl. That was somewhat like the feeling of excitement that he had. Except he was even more excited, if such a thing was possible. How had he gotten a date with her., again? He didn't even remember, the last recollection he had of earlier was him asking her if she was free, and then she said she had to go and then it was all a blur until he had walked up to that door.
They were almost there. He could see the sign for the place, all lit up at its full night-time glory. He bounced slightly, trying not to smile too widely and look like a complete idiot.
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Post by Ainslie Darling on Jan 8, 2010 16:49:31 GMT -5
"Mhmm," he said, with a rather arrogant nod of confirmation. "I've gotten used to it. That, the paparazzi and the screaming fangirls." She laughed lightly at that, shaking her head. "Boy, you don't know anything about paparazzi," she chastised, grinning good-naturedly. And she hoped he wouldn't have to find out about it.
"Seems like a nice girl. That, uh, Cain--right?--was the one that died?" Ainslie nodded. "Yeah. But he's an angel now." Funny, how her student's relationships seemed to revolve around death. Funny, and yet sad in away. Seeing Sargon's uncomfortable expression, she chuckled. "Don't worry, you get used to it; all the supernaturality, I mean." Shrugging, she added, "One of my other students is dating a guy whose wife, Corona, died, right? And then she comes back to life, out of nowhere, someday. How crazy, huh?" Poor Evangeline, too.
Arriving at the restaurant, she grinned. "Ah, here we are." Taking his arm, she led him into the building. With the low-lighting and soft din of muffled conversation and silver clinking lightly on flatware, Le Bernadin was the perfect date atmosphere. She smiled to the hostess, a pretty blonde who Ainslie had encountered a few times. "Hello Miss Darling. How are you this evening?" Ainslie returned the smile and stepped further into the restaurant. "Good evening. I called ahead; you've got my reservation right?" The hostess nodded and motioned for them to follow her. She also shot a private "nice score!" look to Ainslie, gesturing toward Sargon discreetly. Ainslie giggled softly.
Arriving at the table for two, the hostess smiled again. "Your server will be with you shortly," she said, waving for them to sit.
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Post by Sargon on Jan 13, 2010 18:56:09 GMT -5
"Oh, of course, Miss Famous here would know aaaaalll about paparazzi." he grinned at her, feeling slightly more hyper and goofy than normal. "So, Miss Darlin'," he started, with his silly, thick New York accent, "What's it like you be a... STAR?!" He put on a fake, cheesy smile-for-the-camera grin, and chuckled slightly as he saw some people staring at him disdainfully.
"Yeah, well, some people don't deserve to die yet, and others--well, some of them should just stay dead," he said with a slight shiver. He could think of a few people that should not be able to come back to life. All of the bad people, the ones who had killed, the evil ones... This whole 'coming back to life' stuff was pretty worrying.
He raised his eyebrows at Ainslie as the hostess seemed to know her. "What are you; famous?" he asked with a grin. Well duh, she was famous,and she was so well known. Everyone seemed to like her, too--he couldn't imagine anyone could hate her. She was too beautiful, too nice--too funny. He was surprised she hadn't gotten a million dates scheduled for this evening.
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Post by Ainslie Darling on Jan 15, 2010 19:23:30 GMT -5
"Oh, of course, Miss Famous here would know aaaaalll about paparazzi."
She chuckled at that nodding as she did. "Oh yes. Far, far more than I would like to know, in fact." Fucking camera-whores. Needed to get a life and stop making up stories about hers. She was so sorry that she wasn't like the other heiresses of her times; didn't run around without underwear, having babies and getting drunk at clubs. Sorry she had a real life with a future and wanted to get somewhere in life... She would really appreciate it if they stopped trying to interfere with it...
But it wasn't nothing a well-placed middle-finger and restraining order couldn't solve.
"So, Miss Darlin'," he started, with his silly, thick New York accent, "What's it like you be a... STAR?!"
She laughed openly at his terrible imitation. She wasn't even aware of the people around them, that's how in deep she was. "What's it like?" she repeated, playing at thinking it over. Finally, heaving a dramatic sigh, she put a hand to her forehead. "Oh, it's just so exhausting! Having to deal with all this...little people day in and day out..." She broke into giggles though, proving that she was, of course, only joking with that.
"What are you; famous?"
She stuck her tongue out at him, not caring how silly she looked. As they took their seats, Ainslie breathed out a little sigh, relaxing. It was so easy to around Sargon. She could really be herself. She didn't have to be Ms. Ainslie, professor, or Ms. Darling, land-owner, or Miss Ainslie Darling!, heiress. She could just be Ains; like she was with Colette and a few of her closest students and friends. Just...her.
She hoped he felt the same.
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Post by Sargon on Jan 20, 2010 18:39:40 GMT -5
"Hmmm, seems someone doesn't like the camera," he said with a grin, pretending to take tons of pictures of her. Really though, he wished he had brought his camera. He wanted to capture very moment of this date--because he had actually got one with her. And knowing his skills with girls, it was most likely gonna be their first and last date. He would want pictures, because... well, because she was so beautiful. Even though he doubted they would come out as perfect as she was in real life, he still wanted a piece of her with him. Something he could always see, even if he wasn't around her. It might have sounded creepy, but he was totally serious. He thought he loved this woman.
He grinned, knowing full well that his accent sucked. What kind of New Yorker was he, unable to even produce a passable accent? He was ashamed. Although, like she had said earlier, it wasn't as if he was pronouncing 'Greenwich' like 'green witch', because according to her, that was the worst thing he could do. "Little people, eh?" he questioned, grinning. "I'm guessing I'm one of those 'little people'?" He probably was. After all, she was goddamn famous, and he was just... no one.
She did look rather silly. But he liked her like that. Liked how she could laugh, liked how she smiled, the way she talked and joked... It was like she was actually being herself. She wasn't being a Professor, she wasn't being someone at their job. No, she was having fun (so he hoped). Because he was having fun. He really liked her. He hoped there would be more than just this first date, something more. He felt like he actually.. loved her.
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Post by Ainslie Darling on Jan 23, 2010 14:09:55 GMT -5
"Hmmm, seems someone doesn't like the camera,"
"Oh, I don't mind the camera," she corrected with a grin. She actually loved the stupid, giggly "photo-shoots" she and her sisters had together. "I just don't like the invasion of privacy." She took a sip from her water and glanced at the menu. She already knew what she wanted really; she came here often enough. Which was good; she could spend more time talking with Sargon that way.
"Little people, eh?" he questioned, grinning. "I'm guessing I'm one of those 'little people'?"
"Yes, of course, darling," she teased. Laying a gentle hand over his she mock-comforted, "But don't worry. You're far more tolerable then any of the others." She shot him a grin then, letting him know that she certainly wasn't just "tolerating" him. She liked being with him.
The waitress came back and they ordered easily, settling into a brief comfortable silence afterward. "Do you have any pets?" Ainslie suddenly asked. She was a huge animal lover and her kitten, Luter was her baby (for the time being, anyway. Until she could find herself a human one.) Not that it would be a deal-breaker if he wasn't an animal fanatic, but he would have to at least be all right with her kitty.
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Post by Sargon on Jan 23, 2010 17:57:26 GMT -5
"Ohh," he said with a grin. "How do you distinguish between the two?" he asked, eyebrows raised. He had never liked being in photos, but taking them was so much fun! He'd love to take pictures of her, many pictures.. But she'd probably see that as an 'invasion of privacy'. He'd probably seem very stalker-ish.
He wasn't paying any attention at all to the menu, because he was focused so precisely on her. All of it was her, her, her, her, her. He felt lucky to be able to spend time with her. he had hardly known her for that long, and already he felt like this?
He grinned at her, enjoying the touch of her hand on his more than he probably should have."Well, how tolerable is tolerable, miss?" he asked. Surely, he was tolerable enough to share this little date thing with her. And if that was the extent that 'tolerable' went to, he'd just have to enjoy it.
"Pets? I have one," he said with a chuckle. "His name's Tiger, he's a doberman." He smiled, the pooch was so loveable. "How bout you? You probably have enough space and money to own a whole zoo, eh?" he chuckled. He kind of wanted a zoo, when he was little. he liked animals, a lot. They were so friendly, especially when the world seemed to hate you.
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Post by Ainslie Darling on Jan 25, 2010 16:00:54 GMT -5
"Ohh," he said with a grin. "How do you distinguish between the two?"
"Very simple," Ainslie reasoned, sitting up a little straighter. "If I enjoy the person behind the lens it's not an invasion of privacy." She smiled across the table at him, giggling a little. She'd let him take pictures of her.
"Well, how tolerable is tolerable, miss?"
Ainslie smirked, toying with his fingers a minute. She flattened his hand on the table, spreading the fingers. Matching her fingertips to his, she pressed, lifting both their hands off the table and matched against each other, palm to palm. "Very tolerable," she finally declared. She looked up from their hands then, meeting his eyes.
She listened as he described his pet and chuckled at his hypothesis. "Actually, I think we do own a share of the Central Park Zoo..." She pondered on that a moment. She had had a birthday party there when she was a girl. They got the entire zoo closed off to public and she, her family and friends were allowed free run of the entire place. "That aside though, I have my kitten, Luter. He's my little love," she joked softly, smiling.
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Post by Sargon on Jan 26, 2010 21:24:21 GMT -5
"So what do you think the current ratio is of the pictures out there? How many are invasions of privacy, and how many do you 'enjoy'?" he smiled. Even if she didn't enjoy him behind the camera, he'd still take pictures of her. How could he NOT want pictures of her? She was just so beautiful...
He chuckled as she played with their hands. It was rather nice, being that she wasn't afraid to touch his hand. He wasn't a shy guy, but he didn't know if he was.. bold enough to try and take her hand. It was only the first date after all, although he did feel that he had known her a while from the collective hours they had spent talking earlier. And if he didn't know her all too well, he wanted to know her well.
Oh, so he was tolerable. That was a good thing, right? "I'm honroed, your Highness," he joked, grinning as he did a little half-bow to her. He was very happy that she thought so, though. He just looked into her eyes, not searching for much, just.. looking. She had pretty eyes.
He chuckled. Rich people. he often wondered what it would be like to be rich. As a child, his family had been well off, but never wealthy. And then he had run away, and of course he was dirt poor on his own until he found a suitable job. He had used to think that all rich people were snobs and stuff, but after meeting Ainslie, he had changed his mind. She was absolutely the opposite. She was... amazing, to put it simply. He chuckled at her comment about her kitten. "Oh, so instead of finding a real guy, you go for a kitten?" he smirked, wondering how it was that she actually did not have a boyfriend or husband or anything--that he knew of, at least.
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Post by Ainslie Darling on Feb 9, 2010 15:50:38 GMT -5
"So what do you think the current ratio is of the pictures out there? How many are invasions of privacy, and how many do you 'enjoy'?"
She laughed amicably and shrugged. "Let's say just about any picture of me in a magazine or newspaper is an invasion of privacy while all the ones in family albums and on my brothers' and sisters' Facebook pages are enjoyed." She giggled softly, thinking back to all the goofy (and a few amazing) pictures between her siblings from family occassions.
"Oh, so instead of finding a real guy, you go for a kitten?"
She played at being put out by that, dropping his hand and crossing her arms over her chest. "Luter is a perfect gentleman, actually. If there were more men like him in the world, then I wouldn't be single, actually." She broke in chuckled then, taking his hand in hers again. As her fingers traced the bones in his knuckles, her eyes watched. "Never mind that, though, because if I had a boyfriend then I wouldn't have had the opportunity to be on this lovely date with you. And that would have been a damn shame."
Looking up at him through her lashes, she smiled softly. "That's my veiled way of saying that I'm having a very good time, you know." She took her lower lip beneath her teeth, chewing on it a little.
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