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Post by Christopher Mason on Apr 25, 2012 19:59:30 GMT -5
Chris had noticed her step backward, but had dismissed it. She was weary of him only because she figured he was a womanizer. Which, that information was correct but he wasn't about to announce that to the world. After he'd placed his hand on the cap to see if it was hot, he began to turn it before the snapping came from his right and she stepped in front of him. He could feel the seal break from the cap right before she grabbed his jacket and yanked it off, the cap flying off on to the side walk and steam bellowing profusely from the car. In a split second, Chris grabbed the girl's arm and swung her to the right, grabbing her other arm with his left one to step in front of the skin melting gas coming from the car.
Up the top part of his shirt and back and over the back of his neck it blew for a few seconds before it cooled down once more, his eyes glaring at her face as it stopped. "What the hell is your fucking problem? Do you realize that the steam from your car could have given you third degree burns? Jeez!" He released her arms and moved over to the side of the curb, picking up the coat she'd flung on the ground and scowling to himself. He was fucking stupid to help this girl, stupid to stop and she probably already put a goddamn curse on him. Walking to the side walk and through a few people, he picked up the cap and walked back to the curb, glaring at her through his brows.
"You're car is out of goddamn water. Get the leak fixed." He growled, throwing the cap in her direction and heading toward his own car, not giving a second glance back. Ungrateful for anything, and yet she drove a fucking piece of junk. He hated people like that, people who couldn't just allow stuff to happen. Sure he could have asked her to dinner or a nice romp somewhere, but he never pushed that hard for girls to sleep with him. Normally it was just his looks that drew girls in, not his personality because it was awful. Pulling his keys from his pocket, he clicked it to unlock his car while cussing to himself and giving a slight scratch to the back of his neck which had acquired a slight reddened tinge from the steam.
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Post by Phoebe Lancaster on Apr 26, 2012 20:26:30 GMT -5
The next couple of seconds happened in a blur. One minute she was standing there, snapping at him and the next, she was practically in his arms. Her heart pounded loudly in her chest and she just stood there, stunned into silence. Her cheeks burned and she managed to convince herself that it was simply because of the steam.
As he let go of her, Phoebe stumbled back a step, leaning on the back of the car in front of her for support. Her heart continued to pound so hard, she thought it would come out of her chest. Shaking her head and clenching her fists, she willed it to stop. I was startled, that's all. Nothing else! She had just enough time to regain her composer (and dignity) to stand up and clumsily catch the...whatever the hell it was. Phoebe stared at his retreating back, once again at a loss of words.
Twice, no, three times he's rendered her speechless. In one day! Shoving the whatever-the-hell-it-was into her jacket pocket, she shut the hood and looked over at him. Watching him, she caught sight of the red burn on the back of his neck. I'm going to probably regret this. With a sigh, she went after him, grabbing onto one of his arms.
"Wait a second," she said. Phoebe turned back to her car and opening the back door, riffled around for a second. She can back holding a bottle of water and a clean cloth, two things she kept well in stock for when she had...accidents. Also known as when she got hurt enough on the job that she has to clean and bandage her wound right away. Unscrewing the lid, she poured some of the cold water over the piece of cloth and came over. Without another word, warning or otherwise, she gently touched the now cool cloth onto the back of his neck.
"Better?" she asked, raising a brow. Her fingers were tender, applying only enough pressure to keep the cloth on there and not hurt him.
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Post by Christopher Mason on Apr 28, 2012 16:41:53 GMT -5
Chris had literally paid no attention to the way she looked at him or even the way she moved. At this moment, he didn't care! If she got hit by a car, so be it. She'd done pissed him off and he was done, done with this moment and this stupid ass, ungrateful girl that seemed to get pissed off for no reason. Some person had come to help her and all she had to do was say thanks, not try to make them end up in the hospital. Literally, he stormed away from her, scowling at his car as he approached it. The sound of her voice went in one ear and out the other, almost being completely ignored. If she was going to pay him, he didn't want her money. All he wanted at this point was the get the hell away from her.
Reaching his car finally, he headed for the driver-side door and when he went to open it the cool water was felt on the back of his neck. He jerked, turning and using his hand to try and knock the cloth out of her hand. "Get the hell off me, you crazy bitch!" He yelled, turning to her to glare in her direction. "Don't fucking touch me, I tried to fucking help you and you almost got us both seriously injured." His eyes showed great anger, jaw clenched after he finished talking.
"Why don't you use that water for your car, and get the hell out of here." He threw at her again, opening his car door and throwing his coat inside. So much for trying to get lucky again today with this girl. Honestly, at this point he almost wished he'd never even gone to that coffee shop this morning or gave either of them his card. Sometimes his dick talked louder than his mouth, and most times it won the conversation. This one he didn't even care if it won, he just wanted it over. He stared at her for a long time and if she allowed it, at her eyes to make sure his words were heard. Chris wanted to make sure it was crystal clear he didn't want her touching him, or being near him right now. He just wanted her gone.
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Post by Phoebe Lancaster on May 28, 2012 22:24:04 GMT -5
The cloth went flying as his hand knocked int her's. Phoebe's eyes narrowed, only to turn into a patient, waiting look. Crazy bitch? Well, that's originally.Really? That's the best he could come up with. She let him rant and rave, his words not affecting her in the least. She couldn't help it. After being almost eaten alive by a couple of vamps, a little steam was a walk in the park. She stared back into his eyes, brow raised.
"Are you done now?" she asked, calm as can be. She turned her head, eyes resting on a clock near by. If she was going to be walking, she didn't have but moments to spare. With a sigh, she turned back to him.
"I don't have a lot of time to dilly dally, so I'll make this brief. I didn't ask for your help, I never wanted it. I was hoping to never see you again, truth be told. Don't get mad at me for not wanting anything to do with you. You've let your dick do the talking and despite what most guys believe, that doesn't work. So, good bye for now, and forever. Hope I never see you again, go fuck yourself, yadda yadda yadda. I'm sure you know the rest."
With that, Phoebe turned away from him, locked her car, and walked away without a backwards glance. She had a job to do and she had allowed him to distract her from it for far too long. Ducking into the alley, she quickly ran through the city in her head. If she went down here and cut through two more alleys, she'd make it in no time. Phoebe took off running, slipping out of the alley and dodging around the pedestrians on the street. She'd be damned if she let those vamps escape just because she was talking to a (cute) boy. Her uncle would have her strung up if she did.
Through another alley, across another street, and through the last alley. Central Park was right in front of her, the perfect breding grounds for vamps. All those stories about it being a bad place at night are true, just...not the reason people think. Phoebe stopped a moment, catching her breath and centering herself. It was time to do her job. Not dwell on tat guy from earlier. Or his really...really nice eyes.
Stop that!
With an angry shake of her head, Phoebe took a calming breath and stepped into the park.
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