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Post by emma on Jun 30, 2008 13:19:16 GMT -5
Emma looked in the mirror, ran her hands through her just woken up hair, rubbed her eyes, quickly ran to the bathroom to wash her face, brush her teeth and threw on her clothes. Clothes such as a chunky black jumper over faded denims, and bent down to tie up her Caterpillar boots. Taking another look in the mirror to make sure she was alright for going out and left the house.
She had a day off work. The first day she had off in God knows how many weeks. Things had got hectic at the Roosevelt ever since the Oceanic Survivors landed on their doorstep. They were the lucky hotel to take them in, good for them, she thought in mocking fashion. Having to smile at them all most of the day got a bit tedious after a while. Some of them were really nice, some of them were downright ignorant and grumpy bastards and some of them she just wished they could take a long walk off a short pier.
But today, today she was away from it all, today she had Emma time, and she was going to make the most of it. She needed a new padded jacket for this bad weather. Her other one was old and tatty and although she hardly dressed like a Princess, she liked her clothes to look good at least. She stopped at a sports shop where a black and pale blue jacket caught her eye. She was so busy staring at it she wasn't taking in anything other than the jacket before her eyes. Making up her mind to buy the jacket, she moved to step into the shop and bumped right into someone.
She didn't bother to look up to see who it was, she was rather embarrassed she had fallen to the ground, she flustered slightly, "I would normally say watch where you're going" she said in mocking tones, "But I think it's me who should be watching where she's going" she rambled, "Sorry" her cheeks were glowing furiously red, and she still didn't have the heart to look and see if the person she'd pummelled into was a guy or a woman. Please make it a woman she awkwardly thought to herself, please say it's a woman as she lifted her head to look at the person.
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Post by Perry Jasper Johnson on Jul 1, 2008 0:23:25 GMT -5
How do you have a public row with someone famous and then sneak them away somewhere without a single person knowing where they are? The tale of the heroic mother who gave birth on a desert island and survived was plastered all over every newspaper along with her picture, so how does someone like that just go missing? It was so frustrating!
Unbuttoning the top button of his dress shirt, Perry tugged at his tie in irritation. There were several places he could think of where I tiny little blonde Australian could be hidden without detection, but the people that worked at these places wouldn’t even let him in the door. He had to think up something crafty and convincing and start hitting all the likely spots: hospitals, jails and institutions. It was going to be a long day, and much coffee was necessary.
Moving to pass a woman window shopping in his path, he realised his error too late when she took that moment to take a venture inside, managing to turn and run herself right into him before landing on the pavement. God, did all women have blinders when it came to shopping?
Despite the rambling apology, P.J. was about to open his mouth and cuss her out when he stopped to look at her. Being excellent with faces and names always came in handy with his job and today was no exception as he instantly recognised her from the hotel. He’d been spending a lot of time there lately, whether she noticed him or not, which was easy to do inconspicuously when ‘dating’ one of the maids. Too bad he couldn’t have used this woman instead, she was much better looking, but that being the case it meant she was wrong for what he needed. Joan was ugly, stupid and had low self esteem. That made her the perfect candidate.
This could still work to his advantage, though.
“You’re also the one who ended up on the ground, not me, so it’s quite alright,” he joked, flawlessly falling into the role of the charming nice guy. He held out his hand in offer to help her to her feet.
It was too bad, though. From down there he probably looked almost tall for once. He had little doubt she’d tower over him once she got back up on those huge clodhoppers of hers.
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Post by emma on Jul 1, 2008 14:46:55 GMT -5
Oh God, Emma thought when she heard the tones of a male speaking to her. Why was it when she wanted something bad enough it always turned out to be the opposite. It would have been so much better had it been a female she'd bumped into. She was sure she recognised his voice, maybe it was someone who'd been into the hotel at some point she thought. She still hadn't built up the courage to look at him yet though. However he wasn't angry, at least he wasn't giving that impression, instead made a joke out of the fact she was the one who had fallen to the ground.
After a few minutes, she had no alternative but to look up, because she couldn't go on ignoring the guy who could have been where she was right now. She did recognise him, he had been in the hotel quite a number of times. A news reporter or journalist if her memory served her correctly. She was grateful for the hand he offered which she took and pulled herself back up on to her feet and brushed herself down.
Standing up, she had to look up to him a little, as he stood taller than she was, with a rueful smile on her face she said "Thanks for the help" and then she had to laugh a little at the joke he had made. "Well since it's my fault I ended up down there, I'm glad it was me and not you, however I can't deny it wouldn't have been funny had it been you on the ground instead" she said rather cheekily with a bit of a grin.
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Post by Perry Jasper Johnson on Jul 2, 2008 16:44:32 GMT -5
When Perry pulled Emma to her feet, he was surprised and delighted to find that she was, in fact, a few inches shorter than him. It was easier to find women who didn’t tower over him, but it was especially annoying when they did. It was bad enough when the average man was a whole head taller.
Releasing her hand, he took a moment to look her over as she cleaned herself up. She was pretty enough, but what the hell was she wearing? Talk about your fashion victim. Not very put together at all. Was this considered in style in Scotland?
Keeping an easy smile on his face, he chuckled in amusement as she returned the joke in kind. “Funny? For whom? I’m perfectly amused with the situation as it is.”
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Post by emma on Jul 2, 2008 20:31:50 GMT -5
Emma still couldn't quite believe the embarrassment of falling over in front of a guy, and a rather handsome looking one at that too. She wasn't the type to go falling around, she was the one who normally pulled guys down to the ground. Remembering the idiot who had tried to attack her in the park earlier, he'd got a nasty surprise, when she managed to pull him over her arm down onto the ground. She chuckled to herself at the earlier memory. Yes it was good to have been taught judo she realised, as well as being brought up by five brothers.
She couldn't help but laugh at his smart remark about being funny, "Oh, ha ha" she said in her broad Glaswegian accent, "I suppose it is funny enough for you as it is, but it would have been a helluva lot funnier if you had been the one on the ground" she said laughing.
She wasn't meaning to be cheeky by any means, just that as much as it was fun to be the butt of jokes, it was also good to see someone else be the butt of them. Looking him up and down and taking in his looks and dress sense, and perfect height, perfect for Emma, because men were usually towering over her, she offered her hand with a smile, "Emma" she began, "Emma Jones, pleased to meet you...?" she said with a question.
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Post by Perry Jasper Johnson on Jul 2, 2008 21:21:39 GMT -5
The accent was sexy and, wait, was that a spark of interest as she looked him over? This could be promising. He’d dump that troll Joan in a second if could use this woman as his new in on the gossip at the Roosevelt. Ah, but it took more than interest. He had to make sure she was willing to give up the information. Joan was so eager to please him she told him anything he wanted to hear. This girl probably got her fair share of attention from the opposite sex and wouldn’t need to try so hard to keep their interest. It was a nice thought, though.
“It’s all about perspective,” P.J. replied, tugging at his loosened tie again in what was supposed to be an endearingly awkward manner as she checked him out. Ah ha, so she didn’t recognise him. Perfect. He had an alias for this persona he used when approaching the survivors, and if this woman didn’t know about his occupation he would use the same lie on her.
“Jasper,” he said smoothly, taking her hand again. “And it’s very nice to meet you too, Emma.”
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Post by emma on Jul 2, 2008 23:51:17 GMT -5
"Is that what you call it?" she questioned when he mentioned about it being all about perspective. Maybe it was, maybe he was right. She blushed a little as he played with his tie, why she was blushing she had no idea. She should be comfortable in guys company, she had to seriously get a grip on herself.
Jasper, she thought, no it wasn't a name she recognised, so she knew for sure now, she definitely didn't know him. But she might like to get to know him she thought, as she continued to look him up and down. This really wasn't like her though. Normally she'd be beating guys up, drinking them under the table. Mind you, there was nothing to say she couldn't drink this one under the table.
"Well it's really nice to meet you too Jasper" she said in warm tones with a warm smile. Completely forgetting about the jacket she was going to buy, she wondered if Jasper would want to go for a drink somewhere. But given the time of day, it couldn't be a bar, it would have to be a cafe. "Would you like to go for a coffee? My apology for almost knocking you off your feet" she said with a grin.
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Post by Perry Jasper Johnson on Jul 7, 2008 15:00:04 GMT -5
Releasing her hand again, P.J. stepped back and took in her warm smile and warm tone. Hook, line and sinker. He definitely had her attention at the very least. And there came the invite. Maybe this one was just as dumb and gullible as Joanie.
Acting a bit surprised as she asked him out to coffee, the reporter smiled a bit shyly.
“You seemed pretty intent on going in that store a minute ago,” he reminded her, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck and turning his head to look over at the display window. “Although, I was just on my way to grab a coffee myself...”
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Post by emma on Jul 8, 2008 2:24:20 GMT -5
He was right, she had been intent on going into the shop to buy that jacket, but if she were to go in and buy it as planned, maybe he wouldn't stick around. And she didn't have any male friends other than the guys at work, she really wanted to get a male friend out with work. Because with the guys from work, she was working and socialising with them, and sometimes it was too much.
"Ah, the jacket can wait" she replied with a grin, "I'm Scottish I'm used to being cold" she continued with a laugh. Suddenly the jacket didn't seem to be quite as important as going for a coffee with this rather handsome young man. A girl can never have too many friends she thought to herself, male of female. Not that she had many female friends, most of her friends were actually male.
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Post by Perry Jasper Johnson on Jul 13, 2008 19:21:17 GMT -5
Like shooting fish in a barrel. Turn on a little shy charm, leave the hint that he wanted to go with her but didn’t want to interrupt her shopping and she was eating right out of his hand.
“Well, if you’re sure then I certainly wouldn’t say no to the company,” he replied with a smile. A pinch of politeness here, a dash of excitement there. The perfect recipe for attraction. Let her think he was extremely happy to be spending time with her. Granted, that was true, but for his own selfish reasons. If she could give up some decent tips then this could be his lucky day.
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Post by emma on Jul 14, 2008 17:46:36 GMT -5
Well she was hardly going to say no to such a good looking guy was she? But she had to get herself into check, because this was not the way Emma Jones worked with guys. Guys were her best friends, guys were just like her, or she was just like them more like. She was a guy in a female's body, at least that's what all her brothers used to say about her anyway.
The jacket could wait, she'd go for the drink, Emma wasn't particularly materialistic, it wasn't like she saw something and had to get it no matter what. She'd go for the drink, be glad of the company and maybe make a new friend out of him, if she could get past the fact he was drop dead handsome.
"Of course I'm sure" Emma began with a warm smile, "Where ever you were planning on going, I'll go there too" she continued as she took a look around. There were a few decent places to go for a drink but she thought she would go to where ever he was planning on going himself.
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Post by Perry Jasper Johnson on Jul 14, 2008 18:59:32 GMT -5
“Wonderful!” P.J. exclaimed when Emma confirmed that she’d rather be with him than shop. And it was wonderful. She seemed friendly and open, it probably wouldn’t take much to pump a little information out of her.
“I was just going to a little cafe around the block. The atmosphere is so much better than the larger chains, much more... personal?” he explained, taking a backwards step in the direction they needed to go. “And the coffee is fresher too.”
A cafe around the block? Yeah, the one he passed every day on his way to Starbucks. Of course he went to Starbucks! What self respecting, important business man didn’t? He was just spinning bullshit like a web.
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Post by emma on Jul 14, 2008 19:38:58 GMT -5
He seemed to be quite happy to go along with her, so she may as well make the most of it. Get a nice friendship going, after all it was the least she could do after banging into him the way she did, even if the end result was her ass on the floor and not his own. She laughed at herself again at the ridiculous sight she must have been.
She beamed as he mentioned the cafe, sounded like her ideal place, big chains weren't for her, in fact a lot of the times she didn't go into a cafe at all, she wasn't against the idea of coffee on the go and quite often got carry out ones from Starbucks. But the sound of a quaint quiet little cafe sounded good.
"Suits me just fine" she said with a warm smile, "fresh coffee and personal, sounds my ideal place. So lead the way" she continued with a grin, of course sitting on a bench with a Starbucks wouldn't be a bad thing to her either, actually sitting in a pub with a beer would be even better, but given the time of day, maybe not.
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Post by Perry Jasper Johnson on Jul 21, 2008 15:26:44 GMT -5
That smile... big, bright, beautiful. Oh yes, he had her good.
“It’s just this way,” he replied, touching her elbow briefly to lead her in the right direction before dropping his hand back to his side. He had never actually set foot in this cafe before, but certainly it had to be the perfect place to have a quiet little chat. She probably had some decent gossip. Phone calls and guests had to come through her after all. It might not be as dirty as the details a maid could provide, but everyone passed through the lobby, she had to have at least something good.
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Post by emma on Jul 21, 2008 17:22:51 GMT -5
"Brilliant" Emma replied as he touched her elbow to lead the way to the cafe. Noticing the direction in which he was walking, she had to assume it was the cafe which was only about two minutes away from where they were. However she didn't want to take it for granted, so asked how much farther it would be.
"So, how long will it take to get there?" she asked casually as she walked with him and took a look around. Walking didn't bother Emma in the least, but she suddenly realised just how much she'd love a coffee right now.
"So do you have a day off work too?" she questioned him, seeing as he hadn't made apologies to rush off on her yet.
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