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Post by Lottie Friar on Nov 2, 2008 0:47:13 GMT -5
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Post by vytx on Nov 2, 2008 20:13:39 GMT -5
Nicholas finished typing on his computer, for the last four hours he was talking to a friend in London over instant messenger. All the while his dog, a German Sheppard, lay on his bed staring at him occasionally falling asleep. The dog was named Bandit, a name Nicholas had picked when he got the dog four years ago for his birthday. As Nicholas finished typing he turned to Bandit and said, “About time for bed isn’t it?” The dog just rolled belly up and looked at Nicholas and Nicholas smiled, “Yeah I’m not tired either, lets go find something to do. Nicholas grabbed his things quietly throwing on a pair khaki shorts, flip flops, and a polo. Before leaving he grabbed a cigar he had been waiting to smoke for sometime now.
Nicholas always appreciated a good cigar, and now seemed like as good a time as any to smoke it at four in the morning. Bandit followed him out of the apartment and into the elevator; the dog was well enough trained where Nicholas didn’t need to use a leash with him. He took extra care to shut the door to the apartment without making much noise his aunt and uncle might not appreciate him leaving so late at night. Nicholas had brought a tennis ball to throw with the dog and intended to go down to the beach. Reaching the parking garage he walked along until he reached his Ford Mustang, opening the passenger door and pushing the passenger seat forward, Bandit jumped in to the back. A tight fit for the full size German Sheppard, but with enough room, Nicholas put the passenger seat back and went over the driver’s side and jumped in.
Pulling out of the parking garage he started driving towards the beach, taking notice of how almost no one was present in Miami this late at night, except for the people coming out of clubs of course. Pulling into a parking lot down at the beach he parked the car and got out. Lighting his cigar before going around to the passenger side and letting Bandit out, the dog was happy to be out of the cramped Mustang. Nicholas took off his flip flops as he walked onto the sand, throwing the tennis ball a ways down the beach. Bandit went running after it and Nicholas waited for him to come back, while puffing on his cigar. The dog came running back but stopped about five feet from Nicholas, and dropped the ball, and started barking at the ocean. Nicholas took the cigar out of his mouth and said, “hush Bandit,” while trying to look out towards the ocean to see what the dog was barking at.
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Post by Lottie Friar on Nov 2, 2008 22:08:42 GMT -5
 those who are dead, are not dead they're just living in my head
and since i fell for the spell i am living there as well[/i][/size] The ocean and sky met on the horizon creating an endless velvet fabric, the stars then added the diamonds to what may end up some woman's designer gala dress. All this was the metaphor for the life that Lottie would never have except for in this context. It was a nice dream, even if some rich customer showed up to take her away after sweeping her off of her feet she would always be the stripper trophy wife. That wife never fits in with the rest of the trust-fund wives. At least she still had the ability to dream. The waves continued to crash in their random yet rhythmical pattern, but a new sound had been added to the soundtrack, this one not native to the ocean.
Turning to the beach in an attempt to investigate the new sound her curiosity was satisfied. A dog, a rather large one from the looks of it, had been barking at her, the owner stood on the beach beside the dog. She wasn’t sure if it had seen her but she figured she might as well head back to the sand. Lottie was completely soaked and she should dry off a little before she made her way home.
As Lottie got closer, the details of the two being on the beach came into focus, the do was a German Shepard and the owner was male. The boy was dressed well unlike most of the people she encountered her late at night. The usual crowd consisted of other dancers and hobos, the beach provided these people with a safe place to stay and relax without the eyes of judgment. Lottie paused, maybe she shouldn’t approach this guy, he wasn’t familiar and he wasn’t a hobo, perhaps he was one of the psycho rich guys the prostitutes had warned her about. Then it was too late, they had made eye contact, she had to say something, this awkward silence was deafening. ”Uh, hey, that’s a nice dog you have, he won’t attack me or anything? I mean if I move or something.” Keeping her cautious distance she crossed her arms in front of her as she shivered in the wind.
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Post by vytx on Nov 3, 2008 1:01:22 GMT -5
Nicholas saw the girl coming out of the ocean; she was obviously what Bandit had been barking at. The dog was well trained and was very friendly but had a bad habit of barking quite a bit at strangers, especially when the dog sensed that Nicholas was none the wiser to the stranger’s presence. However as long as Nicholas was calm the dog would remain calm and there would be nothing to worry about. Nicholas had taken the time to train the dog well when he had first got him, and the dog would listen to anything Nicholas said.
As the girl came up the beach towards him he wondered what she was doing swimming in the ocean at this hour. Nicholas didn’t know too many people that liked to go for a swim that time of day, but then again not too many people took their dog for a walk at four in the morning, so it was all relative. He could judge by the tone of her voice when she spoke to him that she was nervous, which wasn’t surprising she probably didn’t expect to run into anyone out here and she didn’t know Nicholas.
Nicholas was a little nervous too though, he didn’t know this girl and until his dog started barking didn’t know she was here. Smirking when she asked about his dog, he said with a noticeable British accent, “No, No he is rather well behaved you just startled him.” Kneeling down next to Bandit, scratching the dog behind the ears, he continued, “sorry if he scared you though, he wouldn’t hurt a fly, I didn’t expect anyone else to be out here at this hour. By the way my name is Nick, and you would be,” he asked.
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Post by Lottie Friar on Nov 3, 2008 8:34:17 GMT -5
those who are dead, are not dead they're just living in my head
and since i fell for the spell i am living there as well [/i][/size] It wasn’t that she didn’t like dogs, but she just didn’t like dogs. They attacked and killed people, and well cats didn’t. Maybe the reason she liked cats is because they were much like her and they didn’t need anyone to take care of them. Lottie studied the boy and his dog; they seemed out of place here yet they also belonged. It was a strange dynamic the two being had on the beach. Much like here they were looking for some sort of escape and for some reason the water provided that escape. It was a concept she first thought about while reading Melville. Despite her hatred for the American author the book had stuck with her.
With his reassurance she moved a bit closer. It was easier to see them, there weren’t many lights on the beach and the dark obscured her vision slightly. He was younger than her, high school aged perhaps. This made is stranger for him to be out at four in the morning. Taking off her wet jacket she squeezed the water out of it the best she could. She then felt a little naked, seeing as how she was just wearing the lace corset and jeans from work. Laughing a little to hopefully hide her embarrassment she introduced herself. ”I’m Lottie and I didn’t expect to see anyone either, maybe a stray dog, but not a well groomed one with a well groomed owner.” she smiled slightly. ”as you can see swimming was my reason for coming here, what is your reason if I can ask.” [/blockquote] |
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Post by vytx on Nov 3, 2008 10:56:48 GMT -5
As the girl moved closer to Nicholas and his dog, Nicholas stood back up motioning with his hand and the dog sat. As the girl moved closer he could see the she was quite beautiful, although her choice in clothes was a little amiss in Nicholas’s thoughts. Corsets weren’t necessarily appropriate attire in Nicholas’s world and not what he would consider appropriate swimming wear. Then again judging by her statements, he was out of place as well. Bringing a pure-bread dog down to the beach while wearing clothes that, although not finest that Nicholas owned, were still none the less expensive. The polo shirt alone cost at least two hundred dollars.
Nicholas smiled when she responded; he half expected her to walk away, alone on a beach at four in the morning was kind of a creepy way to meet people. Nicholas was a little nervous, the girl seemed a little older then him, possibly early twenties; not to mention he wasn’t expecting to run into anyone out here. But even then he was still always up for a friendly conversation. “Thanks,” Nicholas replied to the comment about his and his dog’s looks, “I try to keep both of us looking good at all times but if I may say you look quite dashing yourself tonight,” he went on with a kind tone and smile on his face. When she asked what he was doing here he laughed a little out of nervousness and looked out to the sea pointing in the general direction of England, “Columbus once said that 'the sea brings each man new hope, as sleep brings dreams,' and well home is 4000 miles that way, and me and Bandit here were feeling a little homesick. So with a lack of a means to get home, I figured I'd come down to the ocean and dream a little.” The dog lay down in the sand panting.
“Do you normally come for swims at 4 AM,” Nicholas asked turning back to Lottie, “Not to offend you, but I just don’t normally see people out here this late, or early I guess.”
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Post by Lottie Friar on Nov 3, 2008 14:12:01 GMT -5
those who are dead, are not dead they're just living in my head
and since i fell for the spell i am living there as well [/i][/size] Nodding Lottie knew what he meant “Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people's hats off - then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can.” The first paragraph of Moby Dick, it described the way she felt a majority of the time, so it was a wonder why she didn’t spend all her time at the beach, or just join a cruise ship and serve rich people their dinners while touring the Caribbean Sea. ”Call me Ishmael I suppose.”
Looking once again at her attire she gave an embarrassed laugh. She hadn’t changed after work, well she put jeans on. Biting her lower lip she gave a sort of “well what can ya do” looks and placed her wet jacket back on in an attempt to cover herself, suddenly very aware of the lack of clothing for a such an occasion. His $200 shirt was more than her whole outfit combined; this was just something she got after rummaging around in a bin at the goodwill. ”I uh suppose that no one spends much time on the beach at this hour. I think that was the allure. Looking at the dog for a moment she gave it a little smile. So where is home for you then? Perhaps it was over reaching but they were sharing one of the week hours that should be private so it was all on the table. [/blockquote] |
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Post by vytx on Nov 3, 2008 16:33:02 GMT -5
Nicholas watched the girl quote Moby Dick so eloquently, Nicholas was impressed, and he didn’t know too many girls that were that well versed in classic literature. Nicholas wasn’t necessarily a fan Melville, Nicholas was versed in British literature more then American literature. This girl was quickly becoming of interest to Nicholas though, a corset, and a swim at four in the morning, while reciting from classic literature; what kind of a girl was this? Nicholas wasn’t necessarily one to judge, but she was different from those he had been around in the past. Where Nicholas came from, girls who dressed like she did, didn’t have a great interest in the literature of great minds; girls didn’t where corsets either really, such attire was unacceptable in the social elite circles of British Society. But Nicholas didn’t really judge; he was more interested then anything else.
“London,” he replied, “I’m English, as you may have denoted from my accent. I spent the last seventeen years there, but I’m here now to learn how to be a better person. My father didn’t appreciate some of my more colorful weekend adventures with my friends. So now I’m in Miami, out of the posh aristocratic circles I was born into in London, and living now with my uncle and aunt in the squallier of downtown Miami,” Nicholas finished with a smile on his face and a joking tone in his voice. “I guess its not that bad though, although I am here to learn a lesson,” he said taking a drag off of his cigar and rubbing his dogs head. “I take it you are from Miami?”
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Post by Lottie Friar on Nov 3, 2008 23:28:22 GMT -5
those who are dead, are not dead they're just living in my head
and since i fell for the spell i am living there as well [/i][/size] London? There seemed to be some sort of invasion of these British blokes just the other day she had met a few at the club. ”So the accent wasn’t put on just to impress me then? She gave a gentle laugh to go with her jest. The man.. boy.. standing in fornt of her was the exact opposite of her in social status, he was from a rich inner London circle with tons of money. Then there was Lottie, she had no idea who her birth parents were and danced in a club. This was a rare opportunity to see how long she could omit her profession before he found out or she just simply told him.
I was raised here, but as far as where I am from, that is a question I have yet to figure out. With a sigh she looked up at the stars. Once more consumed with the vast night sky, it reminded her of something she had read but she couldn’t place it. Probably do to exhaustion, or the fact she had Melville on the brain which was enough to push every other author out of the mind. He was an all consuming read. It may be a hell hole, but we like it well enough, it’s warm unlike most cities. The beach is always a good time and there is an exotic flare to our fare city.
Weekend Adventures? A ladies man then? Or just a party boy with a trust fund? She didn’t mean offense by this question she as just rather blunt. [/blockquote] |
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Post by vytx on Nov 4, 2008 1:29:05 GMT -5
Nicholas listened to girl mock him about his accent; he smiled when she commented on it knowing she was joking. His younger cousins had found it interesting enough when he first met them, being only five the twins hadn’t heard someone sound that way before. Not to mention every time he went out to a restaurant or out anywhere, someone always made a comment about it, usually asking where he was from. Nicholas had gotten tired of telling people, but this girl was nice enough to talk to so he didn’t really think about it. Although she seemed kind of down, talking about where she from, she seemed to be having some identity issues. Which wasn’t necessarily unusual, Nicholas was having an identity crisis being stuck in Miami.
Miami did seem to have an exotic flare of sorts; Nicholas had wanted to visit the city before he came here but had wanted to do it on different terms. Nicholas’s current predicament was like being grounded, except instead of his room he had to stay in Miami. Some would think that wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world, but for Nicholas is was not much fun. Everything he knew was back in London, and instead of being with his friends there, he was in Miami.
He laughed a little at her question about what he was, all three could be used to describe him to some degree, and it was really a question of which one was more him. “Well that’s a hard question, I’m not an adventurer although I do like to have a good time, my ex-girlfriend would probably say I was ladies man and a cheat but she was paranoid, and I do have a bit of an inheritance coming my way if I don’t screw it up,” Nicholas began. A bit of an inheritance was a bit of an understatement though, if Nicholas played his cards right he would inherit millions. “If you want my opinion, I’m the third, but if my parents have their way I’ll change. I’m in Miami to get a grip on reality, as my uncle told me.”
Nicholas looked back over his shoulder across the ocean wondering what his parent’s were doing right now before turning back and saying, “And what would you be Lottie?”
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Post by Lottie Friar on Nov 5, 2008 2:56:52 GMT -5
Lottie knew his type. Rich party boy, the boy with all the answers and all the connections. Her last boyfriend was this type, he was going to save her, but she found she wasn’t welcome at thanksgiving dinner, or even after dinner drinks. There were the elite and there was the rest of the world and the two didn’t fit together, they were pieces of two different puzzles. She smiled softly to herself mostly, if his father knew who was standing on the beach with him at this hour he would quickly bring him home to London. She might his ticket home, but why alter perceptions of each other so soon in the friendship. If it could be called that, perhaps at this point its just a common location that bound the two in a continuing conversation.
Identity was something Lottie had; it was the source she wasn’t so sure about. Maybe she drew the source from her current definition of self as she interacts with her world. Or perhaps it was drawn for her adoptive parents who spent years raising her, or maybe she was just like her birth parents. These things had to be a fundamental issue for all young adults; these sources of identity had to be questioned by all young people. Growing up is hard no matter who you are. She almost felt sorry for him, his friends were back in London and she had her friends here. Everyone needed a social network.
“I’m the type of girl, that if your parents new you were standing with me on a beach at this hour, would make them bring you home so fast your head would spin.”
The gave him arm a gentle pat and smiled at him. With a soft sigh she shoved her hands into her pockets. This was here way of saying take it or leave it. “But, if you need someone who wont past judgment you’ve found the right person.” [/blockquote] |
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Post by vytx on Nov 5, 2008 15:58:49 GMT -5
Nicholas smiled, so many times in his life before his parents would have whisked him away from who he was with if they only knew. Nicholas enjoyed the elite circles of society more then spending time with the others, but at the same time he had an appreciation for hanging around those who weren’t in those circles. His parents were sometimes surprised that there son would come home dating a girl from a public school, instead of prestigious prep-school. Nicholas friends back in London ranged from his best mates at school to friends and acquaintances he met at clubs in some of the poorer parts of London. Nicholas didn’t judge too much, his parents raised him to treat all equally, they just hadn’t expected him to go as far as he had.
Nicholas’s father disliked the idea of Nicholas hanging out with those people, because Nicholas always seemed to find the ones getting into trouble. His father lectured him on the fact numerous times that these people only liked Nicholas for his parents’ wealth. Nicholas disagreed, although some of them were probably did befriend Nicholas for the benefits. However, Nicholas was usually able to figure out who was using him and who wasn’t, those that did, Nicholas usually stopped hanging around with pretty quickly. Those that were true friends to him, Nicholas was loyal to them to the end.
Nicholas replied in a friendly voice, “I doubt very much you would be anymore shocking to my parents then those I’ve brought home before.” Nicholas paused, “Seriously, the girls where I come from aren’t much to rave about. Those of us who are born into to my world, aren’t that different, we have our fair share of problems as the rest of you do.” Nicholas paused again and said, "would you like to go get something to eat, I bet there is some place open around here, its close enough to breakfast?"
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Post by Lottie Friar on Nov 5, 2008 16:43:21 GMT -5
Breakfast sounded good, however she was a little uneasy about going soaking wet. She gave him a shy smile.
“Maybe you have a sweatshirt or something in your car? I happen to be a little wet.”
She pulled a rather modest looking broom skirt from her bag. She like to wear it because it was comfortable in the heat and it was her mothers. With an “I hope you don’t mind” look she unbuttoned her jeans and slipped them off, she was wearing a rather sexy pair of boy cuts panties and was comfortable changing in front of this boy, she was usually seen wearing less by strangers. Then she slipped the skirt back on and folded the wet denim and draped it over her arm. She didn’t mind wearing what she had on but it was rude to show up for breakfast and leave salt water and sand on the booths.
“And breakfast sounds good, I’m actually starving right now.”
Looking at her watch she nodded, yes it was close to five now and places would be open for the high powered CEOs and lawyers.
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Post by vytx on Nov 6, 2008 21:07:51 GMT -5
Nicholas was a little surprised that the girl changed right in front of him, not because he minded, but because they were on a public beach. He diverted his eyes in another direction for a second out of respect for the girl’s privacy, watching out of the corner of his eye. Nicholas had seen girls wearing a lot less before, or in some cases nothing, he had been with enough girls in his life already. However he was surprised that this girl just changed on the beach, where just about anyone could be watching, even the girls Nicholas had been with wouldn’t do that.
“Yeah sure, I believe I could find something,” Nicholas said replying to her question about a jacket. Walking up to his car he let Bandit into the back seat, while pulling out a Puma track jacket. Walking back over to her he handed her the jacket, “I hope this is ok, it’s all I have right now.” Nicholas smiled, the girl was quite attractive, but that wasn’t what Nicholas was thinking about. This girl was quite a bit different then any of the other girls he had been around before, running into the ocean at four in the morning and changing on a public beach, were not necessarily normal behavior where he came from.
Nicholas opened the door to his Ford Mustang for her and said, “Is there any place in particular you would want to go, or does any old place suit you?”
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Post by Lottie Friar on Nov 8, 2008 8:50:23 GMT -5
A small smile played across her lips as she watched him look away. Though she was hardly undressed he had to look away. It may be that rich upbringing; he is supposed to look away so he does. It never really occurred to her that stripping on the beach was not necessarily a good idea. Especially with a stranger, sure they were on a first name basis but she didn’t really know him from Adam. Smiling as she took the jacket from him she slipped it on. This was a far more modest outfit, though she still must have looked rather homely. Her make up was not waterproof and her hair was most likely a mess but she was no longer dressed like her alter ego Diamond. Pulling the jacket around her tighter she zipped it up and flashed him a rather lovely smile. The type of smile that if she were speaking on would have been able to catch on to the sarcasm that hid beneath it.
“Thanks for the jacket, it’s perfect.”
Following him towards his car she took a seat after the dog had of course made it’s way in. This was an interesting turn of events, to say the least; breakfast was the last thing she expected to be sharing with someone today. She pulled the sun shade down and looked at the mirror. She could feign like she cared about her current appearance. Wiping some of the make up from beneath her eyes she smoothed her hair back into a loose braid. Putting the visor up she settled in and cast a sideways glance to her companion.
“There’s a pretty good place up the road, uh Regan’s Place, I think it’s called. It’s just up the way and a right at the light and there at the corner.”
Using her hands to sort of give him a visual she nodded hoping that would be good enough directions. She knew it was called Regan’s Place she went there quite frequently for coffee and pie when the day was just feeling rather lousy. Stan, the waiter there always said the breakfast was good, but Lottie had never been in at a time when eating breakfast seemed right. Once more looking at Nick sideways she sighed and turned a little in her seat to look at him.
“I’m sorry, if I made you feel uncomfortable. Earlier, on the uh, beach.”
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