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Post by isobel marie grant on Mar 16, 2012 21:39:43 GMT -5
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Walking out of the hotel she was staying in, Isobel was dressed in a form fitting black dress that clung to her body in all of the right places, her hair was lightly curled and pulled off to one side and fell over her left shoulder. On her feet were a pair of strappy high heels that gave her a some extra height, even though she stood at a perfectly acceptable height of five foot six and a half without shoes on. Walking down the street Isobel smiled softly to herself, she was interested in meeting with this Dominik she had been speaking too on the internet, for her Isobel had gotten ready in record time. Normally it took her a little while to get all dressed up, but not this time.
Hearing a few cat calls as she walked Isobel ignored them as she continued to walk with her back straight and her eyes straight ahead, walking to the cafe she opened the door. Looking around calmly with her piercing eyes, Isobel walked over to a table close to the door and sat so she could keep as much of the cafe in her sight as she could. Smiling as a waitress walked up to her Isobel ordered a coffee with cream and milk, sitting back in the chair comfortably Isobel placed the small clutch purse she had with her on the table as she waited.
Every time a man walked into the cafe Isobel carefully studied them, but most of them were just coming in for their coffee's and leaving whilst others made their way over to crowded tables of friends. She was happy waiting, Isobel didn't mind waiting. It was something she had learnt while being a bounty hunter that sometimes you just had to wait for your target to walk into the little alley so you could kill them, turning her head Isobel looked out of the window watching men, women and children walked past as she waited for this mysterious man who she agreed to meet to turn up.
Turning her attention back to the cafe's door when it open Isobel watched as a very handsome man walked into the cafe, tipping her head to the side slightly Isobel studied his profile and his body language. He didn't seem a threat, whoever he was, but Isobel was seriously getting up from the table and asking the man for a coffee if Dominik didn't show up. But then again, she didn't know what he looked liked and for all she knew, this man she was admiring quite openly, could be the mystery man. At this thought a small smirk slid over Isobel's face at the simple thought she could already be staring at her mystery man.
Straightening her head Isobel smiled, "Pardon me, but are you looking for someone?" she asked the man seeing as he was close enough to her that she could talk without having to get up from her chair. After she had spoken her coffee was placed before her and she thanked the waitress effortlessly before she turned her attention back to the man with a slightly raised brow waiting for him an answer her question. these dry bones cry for you |
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Post by vladimir on Mar 18, 2012 20:29:34 GMT -5
   Vladimir was getting really tired of tweed, but he had to maintain a degree of "Professor Novak"-ness wherever he went, except if he was with Isaac of course. He stood in front of his closet in his boxers and wet hair he thumbed through his clothes picking out a sports jacket and a white button up shirt with dark jeans. He threw them on his bed, he smiled down at the clothes, satisfied that Dominic Novak would definitely be seen in something like this for a night on the town. He walked into the bathroom and towel dried his hair, gelled it slightly, and smiled into the mirror. The real Dominic Novak should thank him, he looked damn good. He brushed his teeth and put his clothes on. Stepping to some nicer shoes he stepped in front of the mirror and looked himself over a couple times. Dependable college professor? Yeah, well close enough. Because he didn't want to go through the process of getting a license through interpol, he walked everywhere. His wallet with a simple ID in his right rear pocket and as always, a small gun tucked into his left shoe. He happened apon the coffee shop and walked in casually. Noticing Isobel eyeing him, he tried to act casual. He recognized her right off the bat. Every time he had planned meetings he always gave them a little backgroud check, just to know what information to dig for and how to dig for it. Isobel, a simple freelance writer? Yeah right. He couldn't get much imformation on her through interpol, all he could get was that her information was as classified as his. And of course this only made Vladimir more interested to find out about her. He gracefully waded near Isobel, hoping dhe would say something, her sweet voice rang in his ear. Smiling down at her, he grabbed he chair sweetly across the table from her, he laughed quietly, "not anymore." He sat in the seat and studied her face, she was very nice looking, she had a mystery about her that was simply irresistable to Vladimir, he was used to everyone else being an open book, but not matter how opened she seemed he knew she was very closed off. And for some sick reason, the mystery about her was a definite turn on. He flashed her a charming smiled, the type that made girls swoon, and he knew it, "it's nice to meet you, Isobel." Vladimir played with the fake Bolivian accent he had made for Dominic, this was possibly his favorite thing about the man. He said lightly running his fingers across the edge of the table, his eyes fixed solely on her, studying her features. |
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Post by isobel marie grant on Mar 18, 2012 22:00:57 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(); padding: 30px; border: # solid 30px; ]these dry bones cry out OUTFIT CLICK TAGGED VLADIMIR NOTES NONE
Isobel smiled sweetly when he took a seat across from her, placing her elbows on the table Isobel propped her chin on her hands as she studied him a smile still playing over her lips as if she knew a secret he didn't. "It's nice too meet you as well Dominic" she practically purred, she had picked up on his accent when he started talking and she liked it.
The only thing Isobel wanted to do with the man before her was ditch the coffee and take him back to her hotel room and have some fun with him for a while, though of course that would mean she would have to quickly hide the duffle bag full of guns, ammo and knives in the bedroom and also ditch the knife sheaths that were currently strapped to her thighs with one thin but very sharp blade in each sheath.
Biting her bottom lip slightly she glanced down at her coffee, "I hope you don't mind that I ordered before you arrived" Isobel said giving him a grin. She knew she was foolish not to go digging around about Dominic before meeting him, but Isobel had been in a rush. She was craving some fun and digging into someone's history took time, she knew how much time it tended too take if you went through the right channels.
Taking her hands from under her chin Isobel picked up her coffee and sipped some of it before carefully placed it back down on the table, returning her attention back to Dominic she crossed her arms on the table top, "Tell me a little about yourself Dominic. I promise I'll return the favour" Isobel said letting a double meaning slip into her words without having to say that she only wanted him in her bed right at that moment. That would be rude, and Isobel was never rude. Unless of course, she was killing someone from a distance. Then she was a little rude because the person in question never knew it was coming.
Letting the thoughts wander from her mind Isobel got comfortable with her arms still cross on the table top as she let her eyes wander of what she could see of Dominic, he looked like the type of man who got what he wanted. But he also looked like the type of man with as many secrets as Isobel had, she wanted to know what his secrets were and if she could use them for anything. Isobel made sure to file away that she needed to research this man, just for the hell of it and also to find out who she was dealing it. It was always good to know who you wanted to sleep with. these dry bones cry for you |
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Post by vladimir on Mar 26, 2012 18:16:58 GMT -5
Vladimir smiled at Isobel's reaction, he could tell that she was just preoccupied with the idea of the two of them in bed together as she was. They way she twisted in her seat and looked so intently at her, the sexual tension between the two of them could have been cut with a knife. He leaned over the table and traced the sides of the napkin, "I teach writing at the academy. I'm pretty laid back, I like reading and writing," he said about his fake boring life, " it's really not that interesting, I'd much rather hear about you, my dear." He flashed another charming smiled in her direction. He studied her closely, yes, it wasn't only the mystery that drew him to her. Her slim body was nicely complemented by curves. He was tempted to comment on her body, but didn't want to be too forward. He smiled at her and hoped that she wouldn't say Dominik's Godforsaken name on more time. He smiled at her, "so, how do you plan on paying me back for ordering coffee before I did?" He said with a wink making his coffee order. Vladimir grabbed his hot coffee and lightly blew on his coffee before taking a sip. Taking one last look at the girl, he smiled warmly, finding it harder than ever to pick up on the tale tale signs that people always give. He usually could contain his thoughts long enough to get information out of people, but this was different, he couldn't get his mind away from how good she may be in bed.
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Post by isobel marie grant on Mar 28, 2012 21:56:54 GMT -5
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Isobel watched as he reached out and traced the side of the napkin, biting her bottom lip Isobel lowered her eyes and looked at the table for a moment. Thinking quickly on her feet was something she was normally good at, but right now, her brain wasn't working as well as it normally did. "Well, as you know I'm a freelance writer. So I get to travel a lot for my work, I enjoy it" she said flashing him a sweet smile, leaning against the table comfortably Isobel have a small shrug of her shoulders "But I'm afraid I'm not very interesting either" she said with a giggle making herself seem as sweet as she could. Isobel always had to try to make herself seem nice, she was used to being a cold killer that being 'human' was hard now.
Picking up her coffee she sipped some more of it slowly as she studied Dominik over the rim of her cup, putting it back down Isobel smirked at him when he asked her what she would do to pay him back for ordering coffee before he did. Reaching out she brushed her finger tips against his hand lightly as she continued to smirk, "Oh, I think I can come up with a few ways to pay you back for ordering before you did" she said sweetly as she looked at Dominik from under her eyelashes hoping he would get the hint that she wasn't interested in the coffee anymore, she was as interested as he was to just go off and sleep with him. Isobel was good at flirting, it was one of the things she had never had to work at. It came naturally to her, almost like how throwing knives and firing a gun now came naturally.
Isobel knew how to get men and women into her bed, she found it easy especially if she was feeling extra lonely and she had been feeling lonely lately. It was awful waking up in a bed on her own, but then again, sometimes it was awful waking up with someone else in the bed if she had been drinking heavily the night before. Moving her hand away from his Isobel continued to smirk as she crossed her arms on the table top to stop herself from touching him more than she needed to, and also she didn't want to come off as desperate for some company in the bedroom. But Isobel was desperate, but of course the man in front of her didn't need to know that at least, not until they were alone in a room together where they could do whatever they felt like. these dry bones cry for you |
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Post by vladimir on Mar 29, 2012 9:07:11 GMT -5
Vladimir smiled at her once more, as her fingertips danced on top of his hand lightly, he felt chills run from his hand to his spine. "Traveling the world seems pretty interesting to me," he smiled, mustering out the first thing he could think of that wasn't totally provocative in this public setting. Once her hand was pulled back, he pulled his away too, almost instinctively. He placed hands beneath the table. The gun placed carefully into his shoe seemed to grow immensely as he tried to think of a way to disarm himself before taking her back to her house. It usually wasn't a turn on when the casual 'is that a gun or are you just really happy to see me,' comment was actually a gun. Taking another sip of his coffee, his thoughts lingered back to Isobel, "I like the sound of that," he murmured placing his hands back in his lap. He gently let his fingertips graze the edge of her knee. His fingertips lingered there for a long moment before he remembered that he indeed was in a public place and therefore did not need to turn these people into an audience for his and Isobel's foreplay. With his thoughts lingering back to his gun he cleared his throat, "so, how do you like Paris?" He smiled widely, hoping it wouldn't take long to her back to her place. Coffee has seem to be in the back of his mind at the moment. At least if he got her back to her place he could tell himself that it was okay what he was doing, he knew there was something more to this girl, he just didn't know what it was yet. Plus, if at the end of the day she was just a freelance writer, a little fun for the both of them wouldn't hurt anyone. Except Ike, that is.
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