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Post by VAN [.S t r i k e.] on Aug 8, 2006 15:30:28 GMT
Grumbling the man wandered down the streets, work boots thudding along the pavement as he was so stressed out tonight, he had bummed a cigarette off of another guy- with much persuasion of course. Sighing he lit the cigarette, drawing it to his lips and inhaling before puffing the smoke out with a grunt, he hadn’t had one of these babies in maybe five years! Gaze lifted at the sound of struggling, ragged breathing and quick shufflings heard before he watched a man step out into the street, Van scowled and watched as the attacker basically sprinted down the alleyway. "Punk-ass kid.." He thought aloud to himself with a snort, spitting onto the pavement beside him before gaze caught hold of someone who wasn’t meant to be down here, or shouldn’t be down here for the obvious reasons. Brows furrowed before he tossed the cigarette butt onto the cement and stepped on it, putting it out before bending down and drawing the blonde tresses back from her face- if he hadn’t have known better he wouldn’t have recognized her with the hair colour change!
Eyes widened and he immediately found the blood on her scalp and hands, a frown seen as he didn’t dare check any where else due to his quick to ignite temper. Shaking his head Van allowed gaze to scan over the woman’s figure; torn clothes, drawn up skirt and missing panties, the ideal condition from a rape attack. Eyes rolled before he pulled the woman to her feet, a hand grasping her stomach and easily holding her up against the wall as he straightened out her skirt and top before pulling her over his shoulder, moving a hand to the hem of her skirt, on her tight little ass so that no one else would go all googly-eyed on her. Grunting lightly he bent down with her over his shoulder and picked up her purse, turning as he continued down the alleyway once more, dammit, what a perfect way to end such a perfect night. Van really considered taking up smoking for a lifetime, along with drinking when he wasn’t out on duty, life was too boring without being around others, so perhaps this woman would be able to entertain him for the next little while..
The man had placed her in his car and taken her back to his estate, quite amused that she had not woken yet, even as the large, heavy iron gates were screeching closed behind them and he carried her about quickly, though not exactly gently. Stepping out of the vehicle he drew the woman from the passenger’s seat, once more she was over his shoulder and he slammed the door before carrying her into the large estate. Seeing as his housekeeper was a small, older woman, he didn’t wish to make her work too much, so Van carried the woman up to his ensuite bathroom, running the water for the Jacuzzi-like bathtub warm and then undressing her before placing her into it. Yawning he glanced to the digital clock in his room -4:36AM- no shit, he was tired. Large hands were drawn to his eyes as he rubbed the palms of his hands into them and groaned with another yawn, gaze lingering back to the woman once in a while- just to make sure she didn’t drown.
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Post by C A S S I D Y ford xx on Aug 8, 2006 18:08:10 GMT
x.// SUCH A BEAUTIFUL DISASTER
How long had she been out? She only remembered getting hit, and someone taking her purse, but, after that, it was blank. Her mind was rushing around, and she couldn't think straight, but her eyes were slowly opening, her awakening a result of a combination of pain and ... water?!
She could feel bubbles up against her skin, and the wetness soaking into her pained body. Were was she? Had she managed to get home somehow? Or was she with her attacker? She was naked too, she could feel it, she jimped up, splashing the water and looking around.
A scream was emitted, streching her vocal chords. Her scream was high pitched, and she thrashed around, grabbing a towel and looking at the man, before gripping her clothes. Her head was pounding. She had no idea were she was and walked around the house aimlessly, looking for the front door, running up and down stairs wrapped in a towel only.
"Let me out! Let me out!"
she screamed, putting a hand on the back of her head, wincing with pain. God, she was going to have to take a trip to Dr. Jakob's, her plastic surgeon. If she had cuts or grazes, she'd need to get them sorted, or that was her modelling career finished. And she was the owner of Allure and Elegance, looking around she caught the eye of the man. something about him was familiar ...
Her mind flashed back to the attack, something was ... unusual here. she couldn't remember her attacker. He was all dressed in black ... she could make out his sihlouette before ... blackness.
She trashed aorund quickly. Something wasn't right here. The sihlouette wasn't as bulky .... as muscular as this man. But ... why was she lying naked in his bathtub, had it been a dream? Had ... had she met this man in a club and gone home with him ... took a bath with him so they could have sex?
She didn't know, she was confused, the only thing she could register to do was to cry, he hid in a bedroom. It wasn't a master bedroomshe could tell that. The house was a big house, and this wasn't a master bedroom. She looked around. She couldn't remember anything. She just couldn't.
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Post by VAN [.S t r i k e.] on Aug 9, 2006 15:17:36 GMT
Eyes rolled as he grunted lightly, shaking his head and allowing the woman to shriek, scream, have her panic attack and take her refuge. "Oi.. women." Van grumbled to himself before rising and leaving the warm water in the tub, bare feet shuffling over the carpeting as he looked around ending up in the guest room as he opened the door, allowing it to slam back against the wall before leaning against the doorway of the room. "Y’know, if I had wanted to harm you, do you not think that I would’ve done that by now?" He questioned, a brow raise before he ran a hand over his bare head, snorting lightly and striding over to the woman as he squatted in front of her, shaking his head and frowning as there still was dirt on her ivory skin. Eyes rolled before he grasped her arm and drew her to stand "Go get back in the tub and wash up- " He stated before removing the towel from her hands and picking her up over his shoulder with ease, sighing heavily with annoyance before carrying her back to the tub and gingerly placing her down before folding the towel and placing it on the countertop.
"Now, wash up- or I will wash you.." Came his comment before he turned to the sink and drew a face cloth from the cupboard, the man then soaked it in hot water and rinsed his face with it, sighing heavily as he allowed the cloth to smooth down his neck and a portion of his chest before tossing it into the hamper that had been placed in the bathroom. Gaze moved back to the woman, expecting her to still be standing out of the tub, gawking at him in a rather rude manor. "Well hurry up!" He beamed, snorting with a grunt before shaking his head and wandering out of the bathroom, shutting the door behind himself and leaning back against it- so that if she opened it he would know, and would be sitting right there.
ooc:| Sorry Museless
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Post by C A S S I D Y ford xx on Aug 9, 2006 16:41:12 GMT
x.// I WISH I COULD HOLD ON
Before she knew it, she was naked again, and hoisted over his shoulder, she thrashed about, ignoring the pain and sashing her hand against his back. It was only when he put it inside the warm water that she remembered him from somewhere. Van. Van Strike. The one who'd spoke to her body guard at the mall. She furrowed her brow, gripping a face cloth and doing as she was told whilst she stalled to think.
Another flashback, another sihlouette. it was to skinny to be this many, to runty, e was almost anorexic, barely no muscle on him, but he must've had some to grip Cassidy down. Because Cassidy was pretty strong. But Van, he was, well, he could hold her and stop her from barely moving. He was too powerful. She looked at her torn clothes, and after a few minutes, she got herself washed, and stepped out of the tub, wrapping a towel around her hair, and around her body, opening the door and looking innocently at the man, with bright crystal clear blue eyes, and no make up on her freshly soaked face, she smiled and opened her mouth. Nothing. She tried to think of the words to say.
"I - I'm sorry for freaking like that ... W- when did you f-find me?"
Cassidy asked, biting her lip, stood in the threshold of the open bathroom door, simply looking at the shaved-headed man holding the towel around her body. She hoped he hadn't took liberties just to perv at her whilst he'd undressed her. She had large breasts, and a beautiful figure, pierced navel, flat stomach, peachy, firm ass, soft skin. He could have done so, so many things whilst she was out, and just acting like the hero. Something told her he hadn't though. Smiling she didn't say anything.
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