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Post by Jersey on Oct 25, 2016 10:58:39 GMT -7
Making her way through the pizza at a pace that rivalled competitive eaters, Jersey seemed quite engrossed in the small bubble that had made up their booth. Locked in on Hope, for whatever reason that might be, she inspected his bizarre red eyes. One might have presumed, had it not been for a few other telltale signs like the dark lashes and more tinted brows, that he was afflicted with albinism. But those eyes were too dark, too well-framed, which led her to the somewhat sensible conclusion that his powers were to blame for his haunting appearance.
"Missy? Y'wont earn too many favours with that nickname," she reprimanded him, although it was clear from her silky tone that it was for the most part playful, "I'll have you know I'm quite the predator, and I'm quite skilled in skulking around myself without the aid of some 'voodoo mind control' disappearance act." She sat back as she took the final slice of her pizza, having done a good job of tearing through it. The plate upon which it had been served was almost spotless with exception for tiny drops of oil, shreds of cheese, and flecks of mushroom. "I'm giving you no hints, loverboy." Employing the teasing nickname to dampen his cockiness, she adjusts her top slyly, subtly pulling down the neckline whilst arching her back to pronounce her finely carved curves.
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Post by Hope on Oct 25, 2016 11:09:03 GMT -7
Hope was doing his best to keep up with Jersey's pace, but was struggling behind. He'd only just gotten halfway as she was near finished. He didn't mind too much, though. She had her pace and he had his; Sal's pizzas were always something to take in and enjoy. Furrowing his brow slightly, though not so much as to cause offense, he noticed her looking at his eyes, and knew she was mulling over them. She may well have made the assumption that his powers caused his strange and almost ghastly looks, but he didn't seem to care; she didn't seem off put by his visage, and that comforted him somewhat, after all; he was quite the sight to be seen. Sal's nickname of Snow White didn't seem too far off, all things considering.
"Noted. After all, there's certainly a few favors I'd like.". He winked. Clearly if she was going to be putting up the fight and continuing on with this game, so was he. "Don't seem like much of a predator to be honest, J... More of a... Pussycat, y'ask me.". He grinned. Teasing her was fun; and seemed only fair, given that she was doing the exact same to him. "As for my little... Houdini trick... It's definitely not voodoo. I'd explain to ya' how it works, but where would the fun be in that? After all, I haven't properly gotten to see yours yet. How 'bout we get a little... Show me yours I'll show you mine kinda' deal.". He looked over her plate, onto his penultimate slice as she finished; also eyeing her 'curves' as he continued to eat, practically drooling at this point, given how much she was pandering to his gaze.
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Post by Jersey on Oct 25, 2016 11:34:28 GMT -7
Although Hope had quite obviously lagged behind her in the pace of the meal, Jersey either didn't notice or didn't care. Sitting back with a contented look upon her face on completion, she pushed the plate slightly further from her so as to indicate that she was finished, as if the clean china surface wasn't enough. Listening in to his conversation, she held her raised brow at his retorts - perhaps it had been her teasing, her sleek maneuvers, her flirtatious actions, but he had grown far more cocky than before. No longer did he seem easy to shock with equally forward responses, leaving her driven to both push forwards and change tactics in order to invoke the surprise again.
"Show me yours, show you mine, huh?" she seemed to mull over the suggestion, although it was clear this was for some kind of dramatic effect, clearly acted, "Considering your abilities revolve around not showing, I'd dare say you have something other than just that in mind, hmm?" Folding her legs again, she leaned over the table, resting one elbow on its surface while placing her chin in her palm. Fingers and knuckles facing upwards, she parted her lips and settled her index finger alone onto her lip and into the grasp of her teeth, uttering a small humming noise.
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Post by Hope on Oct 25, 2016 11:56:11 GMT -7
Hope finally finished off the final slice on his plate, wolfing down the crust, before sighing somewhat relievedly, wiping his fingers and lips with a napkin. He mimicked her, almost, leaning back, placing his arms cruciform on the back of the booth. He pushed his plate towards the centre of the table, placing his scrunched up napkins atop it, oil stained and used. She seemed rattled almost, that he was holding his ground, and he liked it. He knew to himself that he had to put up a fight, and that's exactly what he was doing. He'd decided to maintain an aura of cockiness and confidence, but also to appear nonchalant. He didn't want to come off too strong, of course; this was the first time he'd tried his hand with an older woman.
"And what if I did have somethin' else in mind? Y'already let me take you on a date, sort of. You tell me what kinda' girl you are, Jersey.". He pursed his lips slightly, furrowing his brow. The banter and innuendo was certainly heightening by the minute, as was the palpable tension. Whether or not it was genuine was yet to be seen. He leaned onto his right fist, staring her deeply into the eyes and mulling something over in his head. He took a sip of the cola that had been beside him for the duration of the meal, then grinned mischievously.
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Post by Jersey on Oct 25, 2016 13:47:22 GMT -7
Bobbing her head with the pace of the conversation, Jersey continued with the pressuring. She was enjoying the back and forth, the emboldened attempts of the younger male, and the attention which he gave to her. The confidence he emanated offered a lot to work with, and part of her almost felt compelled to cease her attempts to suppress him and give in then and there, so much had he garnered her interest. What had started as a simple conversation to earn his favour and gather an advantage in his companionship had quickly evolved into something much more. Whether it was more than just a game was left to be seen.
"And what kind of girl do you think I am, eh Hope?" With her finger still placed in her mouth, she tossed her maroon hair to the side and bit down slightly harder. It was clear that her flirtatious pose was now extending beyond just the display of her impressive body; her gestures were now increasingly erotic, her tone of voice deeper, silkier. The game was getting darker and the stakes were getting higher. She had a good hand to play, but there was always a way around it - she just hoped it wasn't her time to lose.
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Post by Hope on Oct 25, 2016 16:04:53 GMT -7
Hope obviously wasn't an idiot when it came to communication skills and charisma, no matter what kind of attitude he gave off. He was clearly mimicking her movement subtly, knowing full well that she probably wouldn't notice, but that subconsciously speaking, it heavily implies interest in the conversation, or the person leading said conversation. He played with his fingers for a few seconds, interlacing them between each other, twiddling his thumbs almost, but not taking his eyes off of hers. Still, as she thought too; this was just a game, right? In the present, it didn't matter if it was or wasn't, he was certainly enjoying himself.
"Well, that's left to be said, sugar. I like to be surprised, especially when I am visible.". He ran his hand through his achromatic hair, pulling it from his face to fall beside it in an almost cropped fashion, albeit longer. His hair, despite being long and messy, seemed almost styled, as if he took pride in it through its bedraggled nature. Hope took mental notes of every single signal she broadcasted to him, holding them deeply, proudly. He drank in the alcoholic nature of her voice, becoming intoxicated by it; she was wearing him thin, and he had the impression that he was having the same effect on her. Regardless of what her hand was, he was counting cards.
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Post by Jersey on Oct 25, 2016 18:54:49 GMT -7
Jersey began now to round on her metaphorical prey, setting in on the final prowl as they started to close in on the subject at hand. With her finger clasped between her teeth, and her eyes locked on his, she spoke with a solid tone, the varied, silky and teasing kinks abandoning the conversation. "I'm the type of girl you don't want to pass up on the opportunity of taking," she said, holding his gaze with unwavering certainty. A bold move, with no real attempt to conceal the erotic nature of its undertones and content. It was Hope's move, and he had so many ways to go, but very few would work to his advantage. Underneath the table, her boots shift back up to their former position, resting this time between either thigh in an extremely obvious and painfully public gesture, both dominant and suggestive.
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Post by Hope on Oct 26, 2016 3:49:10 GMT -7
Jersey's intention of being the predator to his prey, made her all the more like Ophiuchus, or so it seemed; except she wasn't an obnoxious bitch, she didn't steal his pizza, and she wasn't covered in scales; thankfully. As she bit down on her finger seductively, he took the bait, salivating unbeknownst to her, taking in each minor detail of her flirtation and succubine nature. "Takin', y'say? That's a little fast for a first date, don't ya' think? Especially considering I'd be the perfect candidate to just... Disappear after one night.". He was urging her to continue with each word, pushing her as far and hard as he possibly could; doing his utmost to get her to give up as much as possible, or give in. This time, as she placed her boots upon him, he confidently and brashly placed a hand on her ankle, so as to give him room to move should he become even more daring.
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Post by Jersey on Oct 26, 2016 7:36:24 GMT -7
Consistently amused by Hope, Jersey tapped at her plump lower lip with the finger she had clasped between her teeth. His retorts and returns were increasingly bold, and she was genuinely surprised by his quick-wit and his resilience to her own actions. She had become blissfully unaware of the people around her - the chances were that everyone else in the diner could at least somewhat hear the nature of their conversation. Not that she cared - engrossed in the moment, and particularly in him, Jersey was not allowing anyone else's sensitivities to ruin her pursuit and her game. "I doubt you'd want to disappear," she batted back, running her tongue along the inside of her lower set of teeth, "In fact, I'd go so far as to guarantee it." Sitting back, she concentrated on analysing his response, carefully taking in every contour of his face and how it responded to her words, particularly in the subtle ways he would try to mask.
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Post by Hope on Oct 26, 2016 7:56:07 GMT -7
Hope watched as she swiftly yet gently pressed and removed her finger from her lip. He was unsurprised by her brash approach, and even less so by the retorts she was giving to each and every one of his quips. He too, was now completely engrossed in the conversation, and her as a whole; seemingly disregarding the fact that Sal and the other customers in the store even existed. Hope was far too selfish, and having far too much fun to let something so petty bother him. "Think I'd stay 'round, huh? We'll see...". He grinned far more subtly than before, indicating that maybe, just maybe this was more than banter. He bit his bottom lip briefly. "I'm not a big fan of guarantees that don't work in my favor, but this time... I'll let you prove me wrong.". He stayed silent from then, staring her down, as if waiting for her to drag him out of the shop to somewhere they could take this.
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Post by Jersey on Oct 26, 2016 8:19:18 GMT -7
Jersey tapped her foot to an inaudible beat as it rest on his thigh, her expression maintaining the same, powerful smirk. "I will be proving you wrong," she insisted, her eyes somewhat narrowed in a sultry look. Pausing before she continued, she took a theatrical and rehearsed look around the room, tongue toying with her front teeth by running along the tips, "Are we going to sit here forever, then?" The insinuation behind her words was laid on thick, clearly obvious as to what she was alluding to as she withdrew her feet from his lap and gathered them towards herself.
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Post by Hope on Oct 26, 2016 12:00:31 GMT -7
Hope heard the faint taps of the woman's foot against the tiled flooring; clearly reading into it that she was either bored or impatient. He looked into her eyes, winking briefly. "And how're you gonna do that, darlin'?". He furrowed his brow along with her's, maintaining a faux-pout, teasingly. He took note of her pausing, and as she exhibited the telltale signs of melodrama, he awaited her next action. "Sit here? Forever? I certainly hope not. Got somethin' in mind?". He grinned and stared at her once again, clearly hoping she had some sort of alternative to them returning to the FOB. He knew what she wanted, or what she was insinuating she wanted; and reciprocated right back.
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Post by Jersey on Oct 27, 2016 17:31:59 GMT -7
Shaking her head with a small chuckle in his direction, Jersey made the unusual move of pulling the jacket which had previously been discarded at her side back to her body. Zipping it up to just beneath her bust, she gave him a sideways glance, dark brown eyes glinting as a telltale sign of her intentions. It had likely occurred to the both of them that neither had a place to go besides the Rein FOB - Jersey was so fresh to the city that she had not had the chance to acquire an apartment, and as such was living entirely off of the Initiative's resources until she could find and secure a place of her own for her downtime and leisure. Both playing it so painfully cool and flirtatious, neither had breached the question - Jersey certainly wasn't going to be the one to do it, but she'd hint at it. "You not going to offer me coffee at yours?" she toyed, a hand brushing through her loose hair, "Isn't that what they do on dates?"
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Post by Hope on Oct 27, 2016 17:46:07 GMT -7
Following her eyes still, as she shook her head towards him, practically breathing in every laugh that left her body; Hope pulled his sleeves down, so as to fully cover his wrists. As her eyes met his again, this time in practically the most seductive way they had done yet, he melted. Game over. Hope was in the palm of her hand. Hope didn't know what she was thinking about, especially in reference to housing, but thankfully, Hope did have a safehouse. Nothing beautiful, a small apartment. And guess the location? That's right. Right above Big Joe's. It was only accessible through a staircase in the alleyway, so they'd have to leave and go up the escape, but regardless; it was a place to stay. "We've had plenty of coffee, but I got a couple cases of Chūhai; imported stuff. It's good.". A clear, but subtle indication that she was more than welcome to come back to his place. "I got Netflix too. Demanded it. Oh, and just so you know, I do, uh... My safehouse is above the restaurant.".
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Post by Jersey on Oct 27, 2016 18:00:41 GMT -7
Noting the sudden break and the putty to which he subtly and almost undetectably turned, Jersey's smirk flickered with a look of satisfaction. Hands stuffing into her pockets, she rose from the table and perched on the corner, long, lithe legs extended outwards and folding over one another in an almost unnoticable but impressive display of strength and balance. Waiting was no longer in her intentions, and they didn't have far to go to get to where she wanted - it didn't even come as a surprise that he lived upstairs. The return of the stammer, the stutter, and the subtle inconsistencies in his voice only furthered her sense of satisfaction as she knew she'd won the game; he was within her hands, and she had closed them firmly around him. "Well then, loverboy, lead the way."
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