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Post by __sydney l'amore on Dec 24, 2006 23:18:13 GMT
What if I told you It was all meant to be
Would you believe me, Would you agree
It's almost that feelin' That we've met before
It was rather late in the afternoon, infact it was dropping dark. There was no clock in the bathroom, but the last time she had looked it was half past five, so she was assuming it was almost six. Sydney stared at her reflection through the bathroom mirror. Her fingers gripped at her shoulders, as if holding on in fear of letting go and sinking into some sort of reality, some sort of darkness she wouldn't be able to escape from. Most people looked in the mirror and saw themselves looking back. But as Sydney gazed into the mirror, into her own eyes, she saw a complete stranger. Even she did not know who she was. She had lost herself a long time ago, and with no one to help her regain, she went down the wrong path and walked away from everything she knew herself to be. The envolope sat on the sink. It ws bulky and thick, the end hardly folded over. She glared at it, there was $1250. Talan had given it to her. What he had said played in her mind, over and over and over again like a stuck record. She didn't want to believe anything he was saying to her. What he had already said had struck a cord. How he had made her so happy in just two hours, and how now she couldn't get that night out of her head. He was some handsome stranger who appeared one night out of the blue, and now she couldn't stop thinking about him. About how he accepted her, respected her. He knew what she did and he told her the things he did and yet he still wanted her to realise she was worth so much more. That she couldn't see. She saw it that she didn't even deserve his friendship. She looked back to the mirror, with his money she'd keep feeling guilt and keep thinking of him. So she needed rid of it. She grasped it in her hand and she stormed out of the room, down the stairs and she slipped on her knee length brown suade boots over her dark, skinny fit jeans and she grabbed her coat, throwing it over her shoulders. She was due for a client to pick her up in half an hour, that could explain why she was dolled up to the nines. Sophie swung around from the couch and looked on confused as her friend stormed out of the door, "Syd...." But there was no answer as Sydney walked off down the street and zipped up her coat, the money tucked safely on the inside of her coat as she marched down the street. Someone shouted something from a window, but she ignored it and she carried on.
Garden of Eden. The sign read above the club. There was silence outside, It probably didn't open till later. Why had she stopped? She didn't even move and she didn't breath. She stood, staring at the sign until she almost passed out, her head dizzy and she snapped back to reality. What was he doing to her? She bowed down her head and she walked inside, pushing open the large doors, so heavy against her frail body. The wind blew out into the street as the door shut and trapped it and she looked around, slowly making her way into the club. A cleaner glared at her but she walked past until she got into the main bar. She walked across the dance floor, a barmaid looking up and looking confused towards her, while at the same time turning up her nose. Sydney ignored this. She was used to it, even if the girl didn't even know her. Sydney took the large envelope from her coat and she slammed it down on the bar, the barmaid jumped, but she obviously tried not to show it. "Give this to Talan for me, tell him theres all $1250 there. Also.... tell him i'm sorry." She said, pulling her hand back as if the money had burnt her skin. Her eyes shut and she opened them again to look to the girl who nodded and took it gently into her hand. "Do you need to speak to him?" She asked Sydney, but she had already turned her back and was walking off. Her head down and her hands shaking. Christ. What the fucking hell was up with her? She walked past the bars, taking a look around at his empire. What he owned. They were so different. He would never understand her life, or her. So why he was trying to she had no idea. "We're from two different worlds...." She whispered to herself as she brushed back her hair and she moved across the floor back down to the way she had come in. Her boots clicking on the ground as she walked past the cleaner who this time looked up and smiled. Sydney reached out for the door, her hands shaking. But as she reached to pull it, it opened and she jumped back in order not to be knocked out by the heavy duty club door. Her hazel eyes dropped and rose up as she stepped from behind the door to leave, the exit. Who on earth could it possibly be? (lol, enter talan  )
Everything changes But beauty remains
Something so tender I can't explain
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Post by Talan♠McInnis on Dec 26, 2006 12:06:09 GMT
It was about half past six as Talan made his way to the club. The sun had just gone down and the street lights were on. The club wouldn’t open for a couple hours, but people would still be showing up soon. Maybe not that soon, but not too long either. It was a smart thing to get to this club early. If you got there to late, you might not get in. That was something that Talan was particularly proud of, and why shouldn’t he be? It was a sign of how successful his club was.
Walking along the sidewalk, he was thinking about many different things. Of course the club was always on his mind, but he was thinking more about other things. Besides Destiny, whom he thought about a great deal, he often found himself thinking about Sydney as well. What he could have with that girl could be great, but she still didn’t know much about him and they hadn’t made anything exclusive yet. Talan worried if she found out about his activities, she would think he was just another jerk who would probably cheat or something.
Worse, if she found out he had paid for sex. She would really think he was a jerk. Hell, he thought he was a jerk for that, but at the time, he had just felt like Syd had really needed somebody like him. Somebody to show her gentleness and kindness. Plus, he knew she needed the money, and she wouldn’t take it when he had wasted her time. He really didn’t know what the hell he had been thinking. It didn’t make a fat lot of sense thinking back on it, but he didn’t regret it.
His thoughts about Syd were different. She too was constantly on his mind. He constantly wondered what had happened in her life to lead her into the job she did. She had admitted she did it because she had to. He never actually understood that. Surely there were other jobs. She had to be good at something. How had her self-esteem become so low that she said the worst things about herself. He didn’t know, but if she thought he was giving up that easy, she had another thing coming. Those eyes haunted him, crying out for somebody to save her. He wanted so badly to save her. What did she need saving from though? Her job and lifestyle? No, it was herself. Her job and lifestyle were choices she made. No matter how you slice it, she did have a choice about that. He recalled how she had said she was no good for anything else. That simply couldn’t be true. Somehow, he had to show her otherwise.
He rolled his head around to stretch his neck and reached back with his hands to rub his tense shoulders. He wore a simple grey Abercrombie t-shirt along with a black hoody that had the zipper left open and very dark blue jeans with his Nike tennis shoes. He had no reason to be dressed up in anyway at the moment, so he was just comfortable. He had actually been playing basketball since his work was all caught up and it always helped him sort some things out. It hadn’t helped much that day, but he still felt a little better. Slung over his shoulder was a small duffle bag that held the clothes he had worn to play his favorite sport. He smelt slightly like cologne since he always cleaned up at the gym because he just couldn’t wait until he got back to his place. He hated being dirty for to long. His hair was disheveled since he hadn’t done anything to it but dried it with a towel.
Talan reached the club and stopped for a moment. He really wanted to have a cigarette. He didn’t have any though because he had quit awhile ago, so with a sigh, he opened the club door to go inside. As soon as he saw her, his face lit up. He was glad to see her, though very surprised. He instantly wondered why she was there though because she didn’t seem to want to have anything to do with him at all.
“Hey beautiful,” he said sweetly as ever with an even sweeter smile, “What brings you out the club?” Ok, he wasn’t exactly sure what to say to her, but that seemed to work well as a starter. |
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Post by __sydney l'amore on Dec 30, 2006 14:06:46 GMT
What if I told you It was all meant to be
Would you believe me, Would you agree
It's almost that feelin' That we've met before
Sydney's hazel eyes curiously moved around the door, her eyes peaking for a sign of who entered. Curiousity got the better of her, but there were always celebrities down here in Eden and maybe one had arrived early. Sure she was not like all the other happy go lucky girls here but she could be very easily star struck by a famous actress or drop dead gorgeous actor. She was after all, normal. Even if she didn't really know what that meant. But who ever did. What could you class as normal? A twenty something woman with a job in a law with two children, a husband and a four bedroomed villa or was it something completely different. Okay, now her thoughts were just plain boring. Luck did not seem to be on her side today. First they had some wierdo turn up at the house and demand all kinds of crazy things for free and then threaten to blow the house up, then she had lost some money and the police had been around the and searched the house. Then she logged onto the computer and Talan had been on and she had a huge fight with him. Hell she did not even know the guy but for some absolute strange reason and unexplainable she felt as if she had known him before, which of course was not true and couldn't be in any way. But he had been this stranger who came into her workplace and gave her the time of her life. She'd never enjoyed sex so much in probably four years or so. Since, since that. Hell, something was throwing another obstical at her. As she stepped to the side her eyes set on Talan. She froze. Shit. He hadnt meant to be here. She had meant to drop off his money and leave. She tried to walk past him, going to the left but instead he did the same and they bumped into each other. She let her head hang low and she let her hair fall infront of her face. She'd never had a problem with a 'client' before, but now she felt cheap and dirty when he talked to her. It was as if he had gave her a good shake and it had woken her slightly, but she could only feel, she couldn't do anything. Like a Coma, things were going off around her and she was gaining conciousness and slowly she was beginning to see things for herself, not this girl she had been for so very long. He spoke, but she was already making her way around him, not saying anything. "Business..." She muttered, loud enough for him to here but for no one else. She didn't speak up infront of him, was she scared or was she just shy? Both. Scared of what he must think of her and shy because well, she'd let him see a side of her, he'd seen her happy and he'd seen her smile and he'd seen all the actions before hand and it just got to her. Just a little. But nothing that she couldn't handle at all. She pushed open the door and she walked out, the fresh air and wind hitting her and she finally breathed. She probably was looking blue in the face, but she had held her breath and bit her lip. She walked off, her shoes clicking gently on the pavement as she walked down the club steps into the evening. [ooc: sorry, watching dirty dancing ]
Everything changes But beauty remains
Something so tender I can't explain
x x
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Post by Talan♠McInnis on Dec 31, 2006 21:20:08 GMT
It wasn’t surprising the way she responded. No, he wasn’t surprised at all. Except, she was at his club, so it actually did surprise him at the same time. If she was just going to continue to give him the cold shoulder, then what was she doing there? She had grumbled ‘business’ at him, but he doubted that. It was his business she was at after all. So, if it was business, she would have been dealing with him. Then again, she could be referring to her business, in which case he was curious how that was so either.
She brushed past him before he could say anything. He frowned and thought to turn and stop her, but somehow he figured what was the point? He wouldn’t get anywhere with her. No, that wasn’t right. Since when did he give up on these sorts of things. Just as was about to go after her, one of his workers who would be bartending that night appeared in front of him with an envelope. He raised an eyebrow as she said that the woman who had just left had brought it and left it on the counter for him. He took it and as soon as he felt the thickness of it, he knew what was inside. His money. He thanked the employee and was definitely going after Sydney now.
Turning on his heel, he quickly followed her. He swung the door open hurriedly and jumped to the bottom of the steps. He jogged just ahead of her and stepped in front to look down at her. Her hair was blocking her face and he brushed it back to look down into her beautiful hazel eyes as he held her face in his hand. The eyes that now haunted him, but kind of in a good way. “I’m not taking this back,” he said stubbornly, shoving the envelope into her pocket, “If you don’t want it, give it to charity or something. I don’t need it. I have plenty and there are plenty of other people who could use it.”
He continued looking down at her. Something had changed. Something. He didn’t know what, but something very small had changed in her. It was something good. Maybe he had gotten through to her somehow. Even if they had only met the once, and then talked on the internet. If he had, he would be very happy. She needed to see that she was so much more than what she had become. Once she realized it, she could really make something of herself and get the respect she deserved doing something that she loved. She was much stronger that she apparently believed herself to be. Most people were.
“Why did you come here?” he asked curiously, “If you want so badly to avoid me, why did you come? You could have had somebody else bring the envelope. So, why?” |
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Post by __sydney l'amore on Jan 1, 2007 16:40:49 GMT
What if I told you It was all meant to be
Would you believe me, Would you agree
It's almost that feelin' That we've met before
The people on the lanes and the streets were flocking in all directions, everyone of different origins and races, tall, small, thin and round. Everyone was out tonight, either shopping, coming home from work, going out, all doing very different things. Sydney amoung them, walked down the steps of Garden of Eden and down into them all, hopefully to just fade away into them. Get lost in her life once again. Her head was down, as it always was when she walked. Her dark brown hair came down over her face, infront of her eyes as she walked, looking down at the pavement infront of her, only looking up to see if someone was about to walk into her. Talan now, was hopefully going to give it a rest. Now he had his money back maybe now he would get the idea and leave her alone. She didn't need his sympathy money nor his words, even if they did stick in her head. She had only met him a day or two ago, and only spent a few hours with him, hardly even talked to him, but he had seen through her and she didn't like it, but it had felt that she had known him for a long time, as if she had spoken to him for days and more. It was this wierd thing, almost unexplainable. She was making her way through the crowd. But she could hear heavier footsteps. Instantly, she didn't know why, but she sped up, knowing exactly who it was who was coming. She didn't know how, she just had this gut feeling. Sure enough the feeling proved true as he ran infront of her and his actions stopped her dead in his tracks. Why couldn't he see she wanted him to give up on her? Why was it that she wanted everyone to give up on her, because thats all she was used to? Probably. His hand touched her face and brushed back her hair. Her body reacted and her skin warmed to his touch, instantly, as soon as she noticed this she jumped back, jerking her head away and stepping back, as if his touch had scolded her or caused server pain. He then thrust the money into her pocket, at this she tried to bend away from him, turning away but it didn't work. "I don't want it and i don't need it." She told him, taking it back out and thrusting it into his chest. She glared at him, "I don't want your sympathy money, because i know thats exactly what it is. Help the poor little prostitute. Well tough, fucking shit, i don't need or want your help or your money." Her language and her tone got stronger as she pushed the envolope into his chest, but he wasn't taking it. "Take it." She said, almost in desperation. Why would she keep it? She wouldn't ever use it, not knowing it was for the reasons it was. Sydney didn't know what to do or say as he spoke. It was true, why had she brought it if she wanted to avoid him, she knew he could have been there, hell he could have been in the bar. She didn't know why. She stared at him, looked away and then back to him. "Oh fuck off." She told him as she pushed past him and then carried on walking, hopefully he would do as she said and 'fuck off' so she could leave and get on with her life. Plus, she left the money at his chest, letting it go as she walked away, he could pick it up or leave it. She wasn't taking it, she didn't want to. If any of her house mates knew, they'd be furious, she needed the money, but she didn't want it.
Everything changes But beauty remains
Something so tender I can't explain
x x
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Post by Talan♠McInnis on Jan 1, 2007 18:29:13 GMT
Hurt didn’t begin to describe how it felt when she pulled away from him like he was some sort of disease. Or worse, as though he had hit her. It shouldn’t hurt as much as it did. He didn’t know her. Not really. Sure, he knew her name and he knew she was troubled, but that was all he knew. Yet, it still felt worse than being stabbed in the gut to have her react to him that way, and trust me, he knows what really being stabbed feels like. The reason it hurt was because Talan spoke through his touch. Perhaps better than with words, he communicated his gentleness through his hands whether it be through a simple hand shake, or something as intimate as when making love. To have her be so repulsed by him… it just really hurt and no doubt showed on his face.
He looked down at the money as she shoved it into his chest and refused to budge. He was not taking it back. Period. He asked his questions and was told to ‘fuck off.’ As she pushed past him, he let the money drop with a thought. He didn’t even let her get one step before he grabbed her arm, gently as always, and swung her around, grabbing the other arm with his other hand as she was turned to him and pulling her close. Of course, it was all gentle. He in no way wanted to hurt her or scare her.
“Look, you have a job that you get paid for. If you do that job, you get paid. It’s quite simple really. You are taking the money,” he said while he grabbed it from the ground, still holding her, and once again shoved it back in her pocket, “As I said, if you don’t want it, do something good with it. Give to somebody homeless, or donate to a charity, or go stand in the middle of a crowd and toss it all in the air for all I care. Hell, even burn it. It doesn’t matter to me. It’s just money, and trust me, it’s not sympathy money. What is there to be sympathetic about? Your job is your choice. You did the job that [I[you [/I] choose to do, and you get paid for it. Not unlike most people who have jobs. You do it, you get paid. Whatever it is.”[/b] Now it was his turn to walk away from her. Maybe he had been a little harsh with the words, but he couldn’t seem to get through to her. Well, no, that wasn’t true. He had penetrated her defenses. Perhaps he was even under her skin as much as she was his, but still, she needed somebody open her eyes and see she was so much more. He couldn’t leave that way, he had to tell her these things so he turned to her. “You know, I do want to help you. I will admit that. I really do. It’s not a matter of pity though,” he said honestly, “It’s because I see so much more potential in you and I hate seeing it wasted. More importantly, I can see that you want to do more with your life, but something keeps holding you back. What that is, I don’t know. What I do know, is that I made some shitty mistakes in my life that wasted my own potential, and I live with the regret of not knowing what I could have been, what I could have accomplished. I don’t want that for you. I just… I just want you to see what I see.”With that, he made his turn and went back to the club steps, making his way up them to the entrance to the building. Opening the door, he paused, looking to where he had left her. Why did he care so much? She was in his head and driving him crazy and he didn’t even know her. Letting his eyes fall to the ground, he went inside. If she wasn't going to listen to him, she would hopefully just take the money and leave. He was not the type to argue. He hated arguing and he was tired.[/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by __sydney l'amore on Jan 1, 2007 21:31:43 GMT
What if I told you It was all meant to be
Would you believe me, Would you agree
It's almost that feelin' That we've met before
Why was it, when she wanted to walk away she wanted him to stop her or she wanted to argue, for the basic point that she wanted his company. Why couldn't she admit that. Ask him for a drink? Ask him to go to a club or just hang out, she was sure he would do. So why the hell shouldn't she? Because she didn't want to go there with him, he was already in her head and he was slipping under her skin and she couldn't have that. She hated that, it meant that she was having feelings she could not control and that was something she hated even more, being out of control. But feelings were impossible to control, and she couldn't be around him for the soul fact she feared she would break down, tell him everything and then want something which he didn't. Sydney couldn't look him in the eye as he stopped her and he looked her in the eyes, her gaze looking over his shoulder, her eyes could be seen to be welling up, she had grown good at never showing this, and it hardly showed now, but her eyes blinked heavily each and every time. Each word hitting her hard. She didn't want to listen to him, and she looked away. She watched the shoppers, the commuters, the children, teenagers and all the other folk around at this time. Some of them turning to look at them, with slight worry on their faces, wondering what was going on between the man and the woman obviously arguing. She turned her eyes to him and she scowled, "Well i'll throw it on the fire tonight shall i?" She asked him, her eyes glaring into his before they moved back to over his shoulder and across his arm to the other people. Watching the red bus which pulled up at the closest bus stop about 200 yards down the street and the line of people which slowly disappeared inside. She was listening to him, of course that may not look like the case but she was. She was listening to every single word he was telling her, each of them hit home, and they hit hard. Before she knew it, he walked off, pushing past her. Her next actions she did no expect from herself. She was almost in a trance, or as if she was. She turned, watching him walk away. "Talan..." But she stopped and she walked as he stepped inside the club. He was right, every single word he said was right. She looked down and she sighed, looking at her hands and her hands rumaged to the money in her pocket and she sighed, swallowing the lump in her throat. Why did this beautiful, handsome, kind and soft hearted stranger care so much about her, why was he so keen to help her. She rose her eyes back to the empty door way and slowly she turned. Maybe, just maybe, she was better than she thought, maybe, if someone else had hope for her life, she had some too. Changes started now. They started immediantly. She didn't go for a Taxi, like she usually did. It was the safe option, to stop herself being recongised. She went to the bus station, to catch the bus. Something she had not done for a long time. There was a whole story behind that. A double decker pulled up, she was first in line. She dug coins from her purse and paid, Then slowly, almost ghostly she walked down the bus to find a seat in the middle. She sat down, as she did so black images rushed across her mind, flashingback to the memory where Matt pinned her to a seat in a bus he had thrown the driver from and driven into an old garage. She took a deep breath, and a old woman came and sat beside her. She turned and smiled, then the bus started. God, there was about to be a major change in her life. She could feel it, and she could tell.
Everything changes But beauty remains
Something so tender I can't explain
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