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Post by Alecsander Rothstein on Mar 4, 2013 0:57:26 GMT -5
{Closed Alec and Jakkie, Jan 17... Late? Oh gosh my poor bby what am I doing to you - k... go!}
Alec waved to the man in uniform in the lobby of the upper cut apartment building, smiling broadly and slapping the man's shoulder as he passed. "My parents aren't here are they, Jason?"
"No sir." The young man blinked, surprised by Alec's familiarity with him.
Alec gave his arm a squeeze. "Good, let me know if they show up - and don't tell them I was here."
Then with that he turned his attention to the girl he was drawing along, rubbing his mouth as he considered her thoughtfully. He wasn't exactly sure where this all was going, but her clear disdain for him was exhilarating, a change from the usual doe-eyes.
"So, welcome to my humble abode." Alec waved about as he walked backward, urging Jakkie toward the elevator of the painfully shiny hallway. They'd taken the limo, which meant he'd had a few shots and was more than slightly careless. Normally he avoided bringing questionable looking girls anywhere near the apartment his father had designated as Alec's for when he couldn't stand the teen. His apartment was his sanctuary.
But hey, what was the alternative? Bring her to the institute? What kind of an idiot would bring this chick to that place?
Punching the elevator button Alec leaned back against the marble wall, grinning with eyes vaguely shiny from the poison running through his body. "Like it?"
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Post by Jakkie Savoy on Mar 4, 2013 1:17:33 GMT -5
This was the part that Jakkie hated; being dragged around until they were finally alone and pretending she cared about their shit and what they had to say about themselves. She'd been through plenty of men who had a lot of pride, but never had she been brought to a place like this. It seemed more serious. Not in a sense that she was taking him seriously, but in the idea that this was a bigger deal.
It wasn't some run down apartment, it was incredibly expensive. She'd never had much for money, and for whatever reasons didn't grow much of a fascinated taste for it. So when he leaned against the wall and asked her opinion.
"Marvelous." she truly had tried for at least a passive tone, but the way her eyes squinted as she said it suggested some sarcasm. His eyes were a bit dazed. She doubted he'd notice. And in any case he hadn't seemed to bothered by any of her earlier lack of excitement. Seemed to thrive on it actually. On the other hand, she had to attempt to sell this a bit. She leaned against him, resting her chin on his shoulder, fingers playing with the collar of his shirt.
"But where are you taking me now?" she asked in a more pleasant tone, as if she were actually interested and gave him a mischievous grin.
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Post by Alecsander Rothstein on Mar 4, 2013 1:30:51 GMT -5
Clueless didn't begin to describe him. Alec smiled hazily as she leaned into him, eyes grazing over her with particular attention to what her fingers were doing. Had he been in a more sober state, he would have been more leery of the loathing oozing off her like hot tar. He felt her emotions like a background sense - white noise, rather than the painful crashing calamity of the football game before. Thank the magic of alcohol for its numbing effect. As it was all he could really notice was that her clothes were probably staining his shirt He'd have to have that dry cleaned.
The light ping of the elevator drew his attention, and he watched lazily as the gold colored metal doors pried apart to allow entry. "Hmm... well, I have the penthouse, so I suppose it's a little more... appealing." He spoke in mock whisper, looking over her shoulder to Jason watching them with a mix of horror and embarrassment, trying not to stare. His face scrunched as he continued, "Plus I have a very extensive bar, and am extremely thirsty. Drinks of my father."
He'd try to grab her hand, and either pull her into the elevator or saunter in. Either way he fish his card out from his jacket, shoving it into the slot below the whole board of numbered buttons. He pushed the top floor with an exaggerated jab. "Going up."
Alec laughed, staggering as the elevator began heading up. He wasn't usually such a lightweight... what had he been drinking?
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Post by Jakkie Savoy on Mar 4, 2013 1:44:30 GMT -5
Oh my god he was actually an idiot. Or she was just extremely good. She had assumed a lot of it was an act but she was beginning to reconsider. Did he seriously think she was so interested in him that she'd be pawing around his... er... house, instead of sitting at home with one of those weird cream stuffed pastries?
"Drinks..." she repeated, "Sounds like we could have a lot of fun up there." grinned, and took a mock 'snap' by his ear, before he pulled her along into the elevator by her hand. She didn't resist, it would draw too much attention, but when his back was turned to mouth Penthouse, astounded and almost disgusted.
"Aw.." she tutted, and put her hand to his jaw, "I hope you're not tired." and she blinked at him innocently, or as innocently as she could manage with such dark make up. She was trying to feel out how he was feeling... She'd slipped something into those shots he'd had in the limo, so it was likely they were hitting him a tiny bit harder than he'd imagined.
"I'd be really upset if you passed out during our date." and then there was the challenging tone, as she raised a quizzical eyebrow at him, and pursed her lips. She put specific emphasis on the last word, hoping it would make him feel like he'd won something in some way. That's right Alec. I bet you want to prove me wrong and down some more alcohol. Yep?
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Post by Alecsander Rothstein on Mar 4, 2013 1:54:22 GMT -5
His brows raised, eyelids lowering as he shook his head, pretending he hadn't heard properly. "Did you say date?" His grin reappeared, and he pursed his lips. "Well, that's rather f-forward of you." He blinked, giving his head a rougher shake. Man - he was seriously drunk. Or high. Had they done something in the limo? He could recall. The thought didn't disturb him - he'd done most of everything New York had to offer. But still, it was usually more of a pleasant buzz than this drowsy mist.
"Mmm, don't worry love." He assured her, pulling his arms around her. "I'll manage to stay awake somehow."
But there was that annoy ping again. Alec groaned, looking at the doors as they opened into the dark of the flat with a pout, the hall light turning on automatically to reveal burgendy walls with black contrasting alcoves down the length of it leading to the enterance door, each of the alcoves carrying a painting or a vase or some supposed antique. "That's very loud." He complained, unwilling to move. He let his head fall forward to nuzzle along her jawline teasingly.
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Post by Jakkie Savoy on Mar 4, 2013 2:06:10 GMT -5
She laughed coolly, managing to keep away just how uncomfortable and disgusted she was with this whole situation. Not much longer. But still, she was tired of waiting, being dragged around, and now he wasn't even moving. What, was she supposed to get this business done here? Hell no. She was peering at some sketchy looking vase skeptically when his head dipped and nudged into her jaw.
She jumped, but smoothly skipped to stand in front of him, grabbing either side of the collar on his shirt, and began taking steps backwards, pulling him along. She tilted her chin up, her lips a little closer to his face.
"You sure you can handle that?" she asked, her voice diving into something a little more dangerous. But with how he was holding up with the shots and drugs... well, he'd likely take it as seductive or alluring. Two things, which at heart, Jakkie highly doubted she was.
She was again, deliberately challenging him. She wasn't sure if she was even going to bother getting him completely drunk before.. well. She was just really tired of this, and was right about ready to do whatever she had to do to get him into that room faster.
"C'mon..." she mumbled with a grin, pressing her lips just to the side of his. Not a full kiss, but a tease, literally just pressing her lips against him and laughing lightly, as she tried to tug him along.
She was getting tired of this shit.
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Post by Alecsander Rothstein on Mar 4, 2013 2:14:49 GMT -5
Alec allowed himself to be tugged along, chuckling at her challenge. There was something about this chick he couldn't quite seem to flag, something bothering his subconscious. Maybe it was that she continued to be independent after this long in his presence. Usually his abilities wore people down, so that after enough time they were pliable and easily managed.
Jakkie, on the other hand...
He grudgingly took the lead, unlocking the door and pushing it wide as the lights turned on one after the other as the flat came alive with the opening of the door. It was a massive open concept, a sitting area immediately to the left where the floor was sunken in a good three feet to create a square in which a series of couches sat around a massive glass circular table. Beyond was a dinning area, kitchen (unused), a study. His bedroom was off at the far corner, and though his eyes were drawn to it instead he languidly moved on, oddly graceful for the amount of drugs wearing his brain down.
Alec shrugged off the coat, tossing it onto the dinning table and going to the bar, pouring himself a glass of scotch. "What'll it be?" He called, his back to the girl he'd left free to roam.
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Post by Jakkie Savoy on Mar 4, 2013 2:23:09 GMT -5
The more wealthy his little apartment became, the more annoyed she was becoming with him. When he turned his back to her, she let a silent grumble face as she rolled her eyes and had a wordless bicker with herself, stopping to mimic him until she was satisfied. She didn't want drinks. She was going to further soothe him, but growing part of her was now wanting him to remember this...
Jakkie wasn't going to roam now, imagining there'd be enough time for that later... When she didn't have to put up this floozy facade. She'd slid up behind him, slim arms wrapping around his frame as she leaned on his back and perched on her tippy toes.
"Guess." she purred softly into his ear, and gave a small, but lingering kiss on his jaw. She was trying to engage his attention. She needed his mouth open to hers for this to work. Just needed him to prove that he was as easy as he thought she was...
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Post by Alecsander Rothstein on Mar 4, 2013 2:32:07 GMT -5
"Hmm." he drew the noise out as she wrapped around him, considering the bar thoughtfully. She didn't exactly strike him as the girly drink type, but somehow it seems distasteful to suggest she take a tequila shot - it wouldn't be very subtle, anyway.
He didn't feel much like guessing, so instead he turned round - careful not to get free from her. He liked being hung off of - it appealed to his ego, his vanity, his worst features. He held the glass of scotch between them in offering. "It costs more than most people's engagement rings." He said loftily, in mockery of the wealth. While Alec enjoyed showing off his riches, his lack of experience in any kind of poverty made him painfully unaware of how grating his blatant bragging could be.
Lowering his face closer to hers, lips playing lightly across hers before aggressively pushing against hers. Normally he preferred to be more debonair in his seductions, but he was so... woozy.
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Post by Jakkie Savoy on Mar 4, 2013 2:46:59 GMT -5
And then she had him. She took the drink, pushing it onto the counter without breaking the connection of their lips. It felt like victory, but not in the way he would think so. She opened her mouth a little, a lack of care for holding back the small cold laugh she'd been waiting to unleash.
It was... marvelous.
She pulled back a moment, breathing as she grinned at him before speaking briefly.
"You must think I'm really into you..!" she remarked exhaling a laugh, before quickly moving back in before he could comprehend any vicious meaning to her words.
Whether he'd let her in initially or not, she was going in now, forcing his mouth open with hers. She latched on with her now suddenly sharper canine teeth, not enough to puncture, as a clicking came from her throat. Her tongue extended, sliding into his mouth and bizarrely long as it slithered down his throat. It was covered in some green almost acidic saliva, a paralyzing substance.
This was what she'd been working so hard at to get him into a secluded room for, that much would become apparent quickly. He truly hadn't been ready for her.
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Post by Alecsander Rothstein on Mar 4, 2013 2:56:56 GMT -5
Ah, there she was. Alec was pleased to find her responding, letting his drink be taken and grabbing her waist eagerly. Course, then there was that laugh.
A slither of cold doubt.
And then a slither of tongue literally going down his throat.
At once his body tried to gag as she launched down his throat, and let out a constricted cough wheeze, yanking his arms back and trying at first to get away. Panic, revulsion, and above all anger.
He could feel his body seizing up. He reached forward, grabbing her neck with one of his hands as the other arm refused to move. He couldn't breath, his lungs were burning, his nerves were on fire. But gripping her he did the only thing he could think to do.
With every ounce of rage, he projected a single thought as viciously as he could. Get off of me.
He'd never tried simply thinking commands before, but he'd never experienced something he could compare with making out with a toad. Regardless he could feel it was too late to stop whatever she'd done - his legs buckled, his veins pulsated with whatever toxin was going through him, and with a nun to dignified noise he keeled over, hopefully enough to clear his airway.
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Post by Jakkie Savoy on Mar 4, 2013 3:06:56 GMT -5
She had become careless in enjoying this sick sport of sorts. Call it sport of survival. At one moment he had been so sure of himself, and sure of her interest in him. The next, the most he could do was grab her neck. She'd have hissed if her tongue wasn't half-way down his throat, so instead she released a strained gagging noise.
And then she was struck by another sense entirely. A will, to release him. She narrowed her eyes, but with his hand on her neck and their mouths glued together in a repulsive sort of way, she was slow to react.
His airway was cleared however, when he buckled. She retracted her tongue, and threw his hands away from her, leaping backwards from him and breathing heavily. He'd already been exposed to her venom for too long. She dropped to her knee's, cupping his face with her hands to hold him up before he'd fall.
"So sure of yourself." she shook her head, face passive but an unmistakable amount of contempt in her eyes. "Quite frankly, I have no idea how aware you're going to be of this whole experience or how much you'll remember in the morning, most of my... dates are quite drunk. Keeping in mind I diiid manage to slip a special something in those shots." she gave him a mock flirtatious wink.
It was only a matter of time until it would all sink in. There was a possibility that he'd still be able to speak to some extent. Sometimes the drunkards she paralyzed gurgled quietly for a while, but she couldn't tell if it was a reaction, or if they were honestly too tipsy to manage anything near a formed word.
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Post by Alecsander Rothstein on Mar 4, 2013 3:14:07 GMT -5
Her face was all... blurry. He could make out the white of her hair, the black pits of her eyes with tiny red splotches. His lip curled as she held his face in her hands, and he let out a groan. The bitch had drugged his drink. The bitch had drugged his drink.
"When... find..." he choked out, head feeling like it was full of lead, "you'll... sorry."
Alec wasn't used to being the victim of any situation. While others might have taken this moment to reflect, to realize something in their life needed to change, all Alec could manage was to content himself with the fact that he had more security cameras in this place than Lady Gaga had facial hair.
He would get this bitch back - even if he'd already forgot what she looked like.
Giving out a wheeze, everything faded to black, and he lost track of the world entirely. His apartment, bedecked with every obscene luxury imaginable, was a treasure trove to the homeless girl. It was going to be one hell of a hangover.
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Post by Jakkie Savoy on Mar 4, 2013 3:31:31 GMT -5
She listened to his words carefully, lips parted as droopy dark eyes considered him coldly. His threat didn't bother her. What was the worst he could do to someone like her? She dropped his face as he finally seemed to black out, letting him fall to the floor in whatever uncomfortable position he might land in.
"We'll see." she murmured, despite the fact he most likely could no longer hear her.
Then, Jakkie straightened up, still staring down at him with contempt, and not even a shred of guilt. If anything, a silent satisfaction. But still, she sighed, picking up the drink he'd offered to her earlier that she'd shoved on the table.
For a brief moment, Kevin crossed her mind, and how disgusted he might be with how she was utilizing her powers after showing so much dislike for them. Jakkie truly was the monster she'd made out to be. She shook her head of the fuzzy haze that was exhaustion, and considered the drink.
"Cheers." she mumbled, before knocking back the liquid. Looked like she had the penthouse to herself for the night.
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