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Post by haylee on Oct 3, 2009 18:14:30 GMT -5
Fangtasia was NOT her "typical setting" of choice, that much is what she felt. Despite this, she did owe Pam for her generosity; even still. One should always respect that notion of: Generosity, these days it didn't seem to be a lot as it once was. Haylee felt a sliver of hope, as to try and relax: So long as she didn't run into Eric. Her eyebrow twitched slightly before allowing it to lower. She had to be pleasant. Not that she wasn't already, but she in a way: Had work to do. Promote the "Be true to you" stylings of Pam, to which she kept in mind. In this case, having a outfit that stuck out, er that she liked was a good thing. It might interest a few people, until then she didn't want to budge. Now ordering a drink, it was probably going to be a long night. |
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Post by Ahmose on Oct 3, 2009 18:24:01 GMT -5
Ahmose was at Fangtasia, again. Though he couldn't have his Strange One, he still kept tabs and made sure she wasn't hurt. Then he noticed a girl at the bar, she was pretty and blonde, and unlike the rest of the girls here, she wasn't wearing black...or red. He decided to go find out why a southern girl was doing in a vampire bar.
Ahmose walked switched stools and choose the empty one next to the young lady. When he was there, he could feel a sense of beauty and lust. Though it wasn't intoxicating, it seemed like Fae blood. Ahmose was always good at detecting people with Fae blood, no matter how little was there. "Where did you get your outfit?" he asked with a sly smile. He might be able to persuade Sasha back to him if he gifted her with a pretty and outstanding dress.
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Post by haylee on Oct 3, 2009 18:47:58 GMT -5
While enjoying her drink, it seemed like there was: Already a nibble onto the lure of her fashion. It was certainly unexpected, but good none the less as to play her part! With a tiny blink, Haylee responded toward the question that had presented itself. "From Pam, you may have seen her at the door, checking I.D's. Or maybe within here." She thought to at least give a mention toward Pam, as to put a face to a business, then began moving on within detail. "Her store is within the Living Dead Hotel, in Sherveport." Lord, it was such a nice store; heck any store with fashion in it was. Perhaps it was in her nature to spend, to love shiny things but sometimes she just had to be a wet blanket. To have order and control over that kind of an urge. At least no one was perfect, not even she; when feeling slightly awkward on some of the things that she liked to do.
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Post by Ahmose on Oct 3, 2009 18:57:22 GMT -5
Ahmose smiled at the lovely girl. For all she knew he could of been a killer, though technically he was. "I know Pam better then I would want to." Which of course he didn't know Pam super well, she just happened to be friends with his maker, meaning he couldn't do anything mean and nasty to her.
"I heard she got one. I don't think she'll let me get what I want. At least not for who I want." Sasha worked for Pam. But what Pam didn't know, was he was trying to protect her, just like Pam was doing. But keeping him from Sasha wasn't helping either of there causes. Though no one seemed to think she smelt the way she did to him. And he knew it wasn't Fae blood, it was something more powerful. But the girl in front of him had it in her. But did she know.
"I was wondering if you knew how special you are?" This was a question she wouldn't get unless she knew her background and heritage. "Maybe if I come tomorrow, you could help me. I am not in a mood to deal with Pam."
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Post by haylee on Oct 3, 2009 19:31:31 GMT -5
Apparently the stranger "knew" pam. Not all to deeply, but a little more then he wanted, or so its what she picked up. From there, he also seemed to have heard that she had a little shop, but didn't think she'd let him get what he'd want. Now, THAT was interesting. As for the "life" of her, she couldn't figure out a reason for the scenario that lead to his comment. Well, she took that back, a little bit. Perhaps their personalities clash? Other then that, it was still a puzzle. What came next was a even bigger surprise, well just in the: VERY AWKWARD sense. Quirking a eyebrow upon being called special, it was almost like one of those pick up lines. "Are you hitting on-no. No, uh. Never mind." This was silly. Clearly, she had NO idea as to what she was. Now as for accompanying this stranger to the hotel, that would be a little bit of a gamble. She didn't know whom he was, but it was still helping Pam out. Business wise, money wise. "I suppose trying couldn't hurt. Whom are you?"
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Post by Ahmose on Oct 3, 2009 19:55:34 GMT -5
Ahmose watched as the young girl processed all this information. But he didn't think she would draw the conclusion that she did. "No I am not hitting on you. Not that your not pretty and all. But I am kinda on the verge of getting my lover back." Ahmose gave her a sly sexy smile. "The name is Ahmose, and yours?' he asked bowing. He held his hand out for hers. He was in a very good mood today. And that was very hard to come upon.
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Post by haylee on Oct 4, 2009 18:39:05 GMT -5
Oh, well, this was AWKWARD. Nothing less; as Haylee merely nodded to the information that was given to her. It was only awkward to draw the wrong conclusion, pretty much. Although, could it be helped? It almost did sound like a line you'd hear in the movies. Cheesy-cheesy and not the good kind, if that made any sense at all. At least that was cleared up, on the note of: A stranger wanting a old lover back. Well, no longer called a "stranger" per say as there was a introduction. Ahmose, it sounded like a name that you don't hear every day. It was rather interesting! Being polite, there was no need to refuse the hand toward her. Attempting for a shake, "I am Haylee."
Speaking of winning back a old flame, that was probably never easy. Not that she'd know, when things were over: They usually stayed that way for her. Maybe its fate. Of course, she didn't know the whole story, that justified Pam; perhaps. "Good luck in your personal endeavor." With that stated, she would turn as to finish her drink. Then allowing her gaze to cross the room, it looked rather busy tonight. Perhaps it was just one of those "busy" nights or maybe, it was like this all the time. She wouldn't know but waited to see if anyone else would be interested in Pam's stylings.
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Post by Ahmose on Oct 4, 2009 19:34:41 GMT -5
Ahmose took the hand that was offered and lightly brushed his lips on her back of it, "Pleased to meet you,Haylee," he said with a smile. This lovely lady smelled so good that Ahmose's fangs began to extract but he got hold and forced them back. "Thank you."
The lovely lady turned around but that didn't make Ahmose happy maybe he could try to glamour her into doing what he waned. He wasn't sure if the Fae blood would keep that from happening since it was only a little speck.
Ahmose decided to find out," Haylee, may I have this dance," he asked politely and hoping she won't think anything of it. He caught eyes of a human and let him know to put something slower on. He did that without talking. Ahmose was very skilled at what he did. Then the station he wanted came on and all he needed was Haylee's approval.
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Post by haylee on Oct 6, 2009 7:40:06 GMT -5
Before turning away, the light brush of Ahmose's lips upon the back of her offered hand, felt chivalrous and sincere to her. Haylee couldn't recall the last time she had felt that with someone, it could easily take someone back a little. Though, with his fangs slightly extracting, it made her wonder on why they had appeared. When then turning forward, it gave a reminder of what she had set out to do. Casually advertise Pam's store, though no one else appeared to be interested. Not wanting to be rude, Haylee of course returned the greeting onto Ahmose. "It is nice to meet you too!" However, she wondered on what a "thank you" was owed for.
When speaking, Haylee should've looked at Ahmose; yet she had to remember her "promise." Advertise her pea-pecki'n heart out, to do that: You had to look around a little. Dancing. Haylee did not do that often, if you were to ask. Where as glamor is concerned: She is alike every other human, that didn't have a block to it. Completely powerless to stop it, speaking of what is asked of her; it was harmless. Slowly turning toward Ahmose, Haylee stood as a sign of approval to dance.
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Post by Ahmose on Oct 6, 2009 16:20:28 GMT -5
Ahmose watched as Haylee tried to figure out the many sudden surprises Ahmose held. Ever since meeting Sasha he was much nicer. Though with Sasha gone he began to wonder where his child was. Marajan was a lovely woman, much like Sasha, in who he fell in love with and he wanted to call her to him. Except he wanted her to have her own free will. He changed her a little after he left Sekhmet. She was a fellow Egyptian, but not as old as him and Sue. But like Sue she changed her name, it was Mary Jane.
Ahmose was soon snapped back to reality when Haylee stood, a sign she would dance with him. He grabbed her hand and spun her in a circle before grabbing her waist and begging to waltz. Though it was not waltz music Ahmose was able to do it perfectly. "Just follow and you'll be fine," he said in case she didn't know how to waltz. He thought about glamoring her to keep and eye on Pam or maybe to help fine Marajan but one would be harder then the other.
Ahmose learned from his failures. He decided to wait awhile before glamoring, maybe seduce her with his charm like he did Sasha. Maybe ask her on a date, at Merlotte's where there were people she knew and build up trust before doing anything stupid. "You are very beautiful," he stated re-complimenting the outfit and complimenting her as well. Her shape was outstanding and he was a sucker for blondes. Though Sasha was a brunette he was only with her because she smelt strange and he needed to find out. But Pam smelt something completely different and he was still wondering what it could be.
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Post by haylee on Oct 7, 2009 19:28:09 GMT -5
"Just follow" and you'll be "fine," those words sounded confident and right now: She was not so confident. Though, she had stood to signal that she would dance already. Haylee certainly didn't expect a waltz, with the kind of music that was playing. "Don't blame me, if your toes are injured." It was a fair warning on her part, whilst trying to keep up. Curiosity actually struck Haylee, though silenced by a comment of being called "beautiful." She just did not see it as her forehead shook, it was still nice to be said, however. Once she could get a little sound back in her voice, she was able to ask on what she wanted. "Why the waltz?" Oh, that was NOT all she wanted to ask, yet that question came first; most naturally. Clearing her throat, "You also looked slightly distracted, a moment ago, weren't you?"
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Post by Ahmose on Oct 7, 2009 19:40:28 GMT -5
Before Ahmose answered he twirled her and brought her back to the bar and sitting her down. "Well the waltz is my favorite dance." Though he wanted to forget the next question he decided to answer. "Well I was mauling over some personal things," he smiled. He wasn't gonna put his business on blast. "As well as how I would ask you something."
Ahmose smiled courtly before taking her hand. "I was wondering if you'd like to go to Merlotte's with me tomorrow night," he smiled prepared to give up on this one and find a knew woman. Though everyone he dated somewhat reminded him of Marajan. Sasha's sass and excitement and this ones spunk and curiosity. He wanted the real thing, though the half's might have to do. He would never order her to him, though he might be evil, he loved her and wouldn't do anything. He was one girl, or human, he never glamored at least once in their relationship. "I find you interesting. Your curiousness and spunk remind me of someone I once knew."
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