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Post by viviana on Oct 5, 2011 14:54:36 GMT 2
"Fair enough. It's a bit of a rush if you want it by tonight though...But I enjoy challenges so, I'll do it. I'll need to measure you and all that fun stuff."
She said, shrugging her shoulders. Salem, having above average measurements herself, made all her own clothing. She'd never experienced such a time crunch before, but it was worth a try.
"I do have one request. Do you think you might have something I can change into that's bit more comfy?"
She asked, not wanting to sit for hours on end in the messy outfit she currently wore.
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Hour after hour passed, and the sun was beginning to set. Of course, it was a barely noticeable sight, because the storm clouds had remained and were continuing their assault on the city and its dwellers. The sounds of rain and thunder, helped to calm her nerves. So, the storm was very welcomed.
She pulled herself up from her chair and looked down at the completed outfit that lay out-stretched on the table. With as many times as she'd had to pester Daken to finish it, he could rest assured that it was a perfect copy.
"Come tell me what you think."
She called to him, waiting anxiously beside the little table she'd been working at. She was incredibly proud of herself for completing the task in the time frame she was given. A new world record? She would have loved to believe so.
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Post by roflcopterpaul on Oct 5, 2011 21:00:46 GMT 2
Daken looked stared at her, wondering what she would want to do, and when she mentioned that she would do so right now, he was thrilled. Granted, the excitement was in a "I won't do or say anything to even hint at caring one way or another" sort of way. She had mentioned measuring him, then requested something more comfortable to wear, so he nodded and walked off to the opposite end of the suite from where they currently were. He would return with a large, baggy t-shirt, having removed his dress slacks as well so he was only in some tight fitting boxers. He handed her the t-shirt, which seemed to be all she was looking for as she changed, and then he stood with his arms out to his sides so that she could properly measure him as much as she wished.
"Have at it."
He said, letting her know that she measure him and everything she might have needed to do. After that was done, he a few meters away in a rather strange looking white chair that was as modern as could be, watching her silently, waiting patiently.
"Come tell me what you think."
The words made Daken's ears perk and he immediately stood up to walk over to her. He reached down to grab the piece, lifting it up with outstretched arms so that he could see the entire thing. He looked it over carefully, eyes going up and down the entire thing before he turned it around and did the same thing, inspecting every last detail, quality of stitching, perfect design, symmetrically balanced, etc. After giving it an overall inspection, he turned his attention toward the gloves of the outfit, inspecting the two hollow, metal pieces that were on the top of each. After at least five minutes of silence interrogation of the outfit, he lied it down on the small table and reached out to cup his cheek, smiling softly.
"You did good. Very good. I trust that it fits just fine. As for you, we need to get ready to go."
Daken said, rewarding her with praise as he stroked her cheek as if petting her, before he very slowly started pacing off toward the opposite end the place again, a gesture of his hand motioning for her to follow him. It was obvious that he viewed the work as perfectly done, otherwise there would have been hell to pay. |
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Post by viviana on Oct 5, 2011 21:24:40 GMT 2
The shirt was extremely large on her and fit her like a grey bag, for the exception of her bust, which visibly protruded forth.
She stood by her station, watching him as he inspected her handy work right down to the very last detail with the blankest of expressions. All day it seemed, it had been very hard to really gather what it was he was thinking or feeling, which seemed a deliberate act on his part.
Each minute ticked by at an unbearable crawl, and that lack of emotion made it that much worse. He was, very unnerving, and she was sure beyond shadow of a doubt that it had been something he'd willingly achieved. It served its purpose well.
Finally, he put the outfit down and smiled at her. Then, reached up to stroke her cheek as if petting a kitten. This was, mildly annoying, but she kept it to herself.
He mentioned that it was time to get ready, and gestured her to follow him with his hand. She obeyed the silent command, eyes curiously scanning as he took her to a new area of the home.
"I'm glad you like it."
She said softly.
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Post by roflcopterpaul on Oct 5, 2011 21:45:05 GMT 2
"Honestly. It is perfect. Thank you, Salem."
Daken said with a smile as he looked back at her to ensure that she could see the gratitude that he expressed genuinely in respect of what she had done for him, especially on such short notice. They would walk until reaching the opposite end of the suite, and the entire way there, as least from the same side that the kitchen was on, was mostly empty. It was intended to be open space so the tenant could personalize the area, but for now it was just a long section of empty, tiled floor. But hey, it made for a good exercise area since there was nothing in the way, right? They would soon reach a massive bed that was against the wall just opposite of the walled section that split one side of the suite apart from the other. In one corner was a large closet space that was twice the size of even most impressive walk-ins.
About a third of the space was mens clothing that would appear to be his own, definitely enough to cover all situations for his possible attire needs. Soon enough, he would have to add that new piece in there as well. The rest of the massive place was actually women's clothing of all different style, yet it was all eerily similar. It seemed like something that would be worn by women wanted to show off their bodies at nights, be it club attire, tight fitting clothes of a regular style, scantily clad outfits, etc. Not to mention, nearly all of it was almost the exact same size as what Salem herself likely wore, as if the closet had been custom filled for her fit, though it was not exact, just close enough. It was clear that either he was a cross dresser extraordinaire, was inhumanely talented at planning ahead, or had some other creepy and illegal explanation. Daken stood beside the door so that she could go inside and look around if she wanted to, then he spoke calmly.
"Would you care to pick something out for tonight, or would you rather I do that for you?" |
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Post by viviana on Oct 5, 2011 22:10:14 GMT 2
His further praise lifted the annoyance she felt toward him. That, and the honest thank you as well as a comment to feed her ego, was what she'd been waiting for. It made all that work worth it. She smiled brightly at him and quietly followed along.
She wasn't bothered by the emptiness, she'd always kept her places the same. The only difference were all her paintings, which were usually kept in one area. As of right now, though, they were bunched up in storage till she could get them sold. It had been a decision she had hated to make, but she hadn't had a choice in it, really.
"I have to say, I'm very impressed wit this place. And, I'm not just saying it because I've been living in a motel for the last three months."
Complimenting him while sharing a detail she was pretty sure he didn't care about one way or the other. But, why not? Perhaps it would teach him how vastly different their tastes were.
The closet was just as impressive as the rest of the place, but the amount of women's clothing seemed a bit odd. Perhaps he entertained a ton of female companions? That would explain his skill earlier pretty well.
He questioned if she wanted to pick the outfit out for herself, or if she wanted him to do it. She thought it over for a moment. Normally, she'd do so herself without a second thought, but she was curious as to what he liked.
"Go a head. I'd like to entertain your personal tastes tonight."
She said, leaning back against the wall as she watched him.
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Post by roflcopterpaul on Oct 5, 2011 22:34:13 GMT 2
Daken was sure to note that she had been living in a motel for a short while now, so obviously this was a massive upgrade for her. He made no notice of it, as if he didn't hear or didn't care, but in reality he was quite glad to hear that. The hope of upgrading her living space to unimaginable quality was just one more thing that would allow him to manipulate and persuade her more easily. As she saw the closet, she decided to let him pick out her attire for the night. Smirking visibly at the ideas in his head, he nodded and motioned with a hand for her to go sit on the bed as he ruffled through the clothes in the closet. He would be in there for a good five minutes before he came out, grinning at her as he motioned a hand toward the closet. On the floor was a few organized piles of clothing, each as skimpy and revealing as the last. They still had a while before they had to leave, so he figured they could play a little "dress up" before hand to entertain his visual desire for her...
[2 hours later]
Daken had gotten ready for the situation that he had been preparing for since the incident at the cafe this morning, and had been elaborating and improving ever since she sewed the new costume for him. If this didn't work to lure out the man he was looking for, then it would only mean that the man was even more of an inhumane monster than the stories that he had been told would lead him to believe. Daken was standing in the living room, only a few inches away from the glass. He stood straight, his legs together, his hands behind his back, one hand holding his other wrist. He seemed to be lost in time, having forgot that he was standing in his suite and was envisioning himself out in the world, in the storm, in the streets far below. He would stay like this without moving or saying a word until Salem approached to let him know that he was ready. He had changed into some baggy blue jeans and a loose fitting, black t-shirt, nothing out of the ordinary. He normally more somewhat tighter clothing, but he was wearing most of the outfit she had made for him under his clothes, though it was not visible. Of course, his full arm tribal tattoo and hair style of choice made him stand out no matter how he dressed. Though it would not be long now before he blended in so well, that it would stand out as a symbol of fear for all. |
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Post by viviana on Oct 6, 2011 7:39:02 GMT 2
The truth was, as much as she had wanted to stay in for the rest of the night, she could tell this meant something to him, something very important was about to take place. But, there was more to it than that. Whatever it was he had planned, he had promised her that it would reveal everything about him she had been curious about. So, it was important to him, and worth her sitting through for information alone. She could not beat that kind of deal.
She took about ten minutes to get ready. Three of which to actually slip into the tight, dark purple sweater and black jeans, that she had found hidden behind the fancier outfits in his closet. She found a comfortable looking pair of black sandals and pulled them on a well. The shirt was, by far, the most conservative thing she had ever put on, it had been a little too small for her. Her bust stretched the fabric, making it see through if the light hit right. It was also about an inch too short, and left a portion of her lower stomach exposed. The jeans were also a bit too little, and fit her tighter than it seemed they were supposed to. To a woman who wore tight fitting things daily, they were not uncomfortable in the slightest.
The other seven minutes were spent fixing her hair and makeup, which had gotten a tad messed up within that last two hours they had spent there. She came out soon enough and quietly approached him, leaning gently against the window at his side. He seemed, out of it at the moment, she was not exactly sure why that was.
"I'm ready if you are."
She stated softly, watching him and waiting for him to lead the way.
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Post by roflcopterpaul on Oct 6, 2011 8:11:39 GMT 2
As Daken heard the woman's voice behind him, he broke out of his mentally frozen state, turning slowly to look at her, nodding his head to let her know that he was. Pacing slowly over toward the sewing table, only the pair of gloves and boots were lying on it now, as he was already wearing the suit beneath his clothing, keeping it concealed. The hood of the ensemble was tucked into the back of his shirt also, purposely flattened down enough to not be too revealing. Reaching a hand out, he grabbed the gloves and boots with one hand, looking over at her.
"If you aren't a huge fan of human violence, I would recommend staying here. But if you are coming, would you mind bringing a large purse?"
Daken said to her, letting her know that she did not need to come if she did not want to, and gave her a small warning as to what the general idea of what it was that he was aiming to do. He waved the hand holding the remaining pieces to his new outfit as he made the request, letting her know that if she was coming, the purse would be to hold those items that he couldn't hide too well. He then walked over toward the door and opened it, stepping out before he stopped and turned around, waiting to see if she would bid him farewell or grab the accessory and follow him out. Most home owners were the last to leave so that they could lock the door, but he never locked the door anyway, so he did not care at all. |
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Post by viviana on Oct 6, 2011 8:33:39 GMT 2
She heard his warning perfectly, and glanced at what he held out for her to conceal.
"I'll be back in a second."
She responded, turning to head back into his room, and then the closet, for a purse large enough to fit the four items. She returned quickly with a large, black bag. She bent down beside the door, where she'd left her own purse and her shoes, and pulled the a notebook from it. This was, the very same one she had smashed the man's face in earlier over.
She pushed it into the new bag and fished into the other for two pens, adding them to the new one as well. After that. she out-stretched her arms with a strap of the purse in each hand and held it open for him to slip his things into. All of this was performed silently, with only a faint smile gracing her beautiful features to even hint at the fact that she was more than comfortable with the idea of what was to come.
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Post by roflcopterpaul on Oct 6, 2011 8:45:01 GMT 2
Daken nodded with a faintly shown smile as she got a purse at his request, placing the items into the bag. He then turned around and continued down the hallway, hitting the button to call the elevator. He stared forward at the door, waiting for the ding to sound and the door to open, which always felt like it took way too long, especially when his sensitive ears could hear the elevator moving past each and every floor.
"I presume you recognized those photos..."
Daken said, not looking over at her at all, his voice low, but lacking any anger. He could perfectly display any emotion he wanted to and nobody would be able to tell any the wiser, but right now it just seemed as if there was something about it all that was obviously important to him in some way. Whether it was good or bad, was anyone's guess. In a few more seconds, the elevator door would open, and he would step inside, holding the door for her until she entered also before he pressed the button for the bottom floor. The doors would close, and the journey down would begin. |
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Post by viviana on Oct 6, 2011 9:27:02 GMT 2
She followed him to the elevator door and stood silently beside him till the double steel doors opened to allow them entrance. Whatever it was that was about to unfold, she could not help but to be curious. He had mentioned violence, and had cautioned her to stay behind at his home if she was not a fan of it. She would have remained quiet, but it seemed he wanted to know if she had known the man in the photos.
"Yeah.."
She stated, her tone calm, but it echoed her interest in the matter somewhat. She was able to display any emotion as well, but she was not as good at it as he was, and his going blank like he seemed to do often, she was not the best at it either. It seemed there were things she could learn from him in that respect.
When the doors finally opened and he held the door for her to follow, she entered quickly and stood beside him again. As the doors closed, she would lean toward him and rest her head on his shoulder. Beside the few "interactions" they had had throughout the day, neither of them had actually gotten close. Since Salem was not normally one to display much affection, this moment should have been a savored rarity. Of course, it would take some time for him to figure that out.
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Post by roflcopterpaul on Oct 6, 2011 9:39:39 GMT 2
It seemed that the seriousness of whatever was about to unfold was hitting her as she too tried to stay silent and blank about it all, even though he was sure that she had a million questions on her mind. When she finally responded with a single word, there would be another long pause before he spoke again.
"Tell me, Salem. What do you think of him?"
Daken asked, obviously speaking about the one in the photographs that the costume had been crafted after. As she leaned his head on him, he turned his head slightly to look at her, his eyebrow arching as he stared at her, wondering what the hell she was doing as he was not one for affectionate displays at all. After a few seconds, he dismissed it and decided to allow it to continue, looking forward again. It would be another thirty seconds before the elevator finally hit the ground floor and opened up. The bellman turned his head to see who was exiting , seeing Daken first, his face lit up.
"Why hello the-. . ."
He started to say, but silenced himself immediately when Daken stepped out of the elevator a bit more quickly than his female counterpart, which gave the man the chance to see the girl he was with was the same one from earlier. His eyes widened and he stared in silence, confused, as if Daken had been mind controlled or something. Daken would pay him no mind and head out the double doors, and the doorman's mouth didn't even have the time to fully open for a greeting before he caught eye of the woman also, the exact same expression being shared by him. Once again, Daken didn't even shoot him a glance and walked on past, sniffing the air a few times before he continued, heading down the sidewalk. |
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Post by viviana on Oct 6, 2011 9:54:39 GMT 2
Her head did not stay on his shoulder for long. It was brief, but it got the message a cross. She was somewhat worried for him and was expressing it with affection. He would soon question her about her thoughts of the man. Her answer came with a shrug.
"I honestly have no opinion on him either way."
She said tonelessly. She took note of the silence between answers and questions. It seemed, he was connected to the man somehow, but she was not too sure exactly what that connection was. As much as she wanted to know, she somehow sensed that it was not a question she could just come out and ask him. So, instead, she was quiet until spoken to again.
When the door finally opened, the bellman seemed pleased, again, to see Daken...That was, until he also saw Salem behind him. The awe struck features of the man's face were mirrored by the doorman What the hell was that about?
She did not concern herself with it for now. At the moment, she was more worried about keeping pace with her companion.
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Post by roflcopterpaul on Oct 6, 2011 10:15:54 GMT 2
Daken had somewhat been hoping for a more elaborate response for his question, but in a way he was glad that she didn't have any opinion, because if it would have been the wrong opinion, that elevator door would have opened to revealed a disemboweled beauty. Daken was walking down the street at the exact same pace now, and although he wanted to hurry, he was taking his time, as if being extra careful to ensure that they didn't stand out at all. He was constantly sniffing the air, making sure he was heading the right way, following the direction that the scent was going. It was one he had smelled just earlier that day, so he certainly was not going to forget it.
They would walk in silence for a good fifteen minutes, unless she were to speak, as he was concentrating only on the smell. At some point during the walk, he had flawlessly picked a woman's cell phone from her purse without her noticing. For now, he would conceal it in his pocket, along with a piece of paper. Finally, they came to a stop just as the sun ducked behind the many skyscrapers in the distance, causing night to officially begin in the city. He stood on a corner, staring across the street, looking upward at the large building as he sniffed the air a few more times.
He then walked around the corner and down another half block or so, ducking into an alley between some apartment towers. The corner he had been inspecting from here was still in view, but far enough away so as to not seem suspicious at all. Daken's arm went out to the side, his hand holding a phone and a piece of paper with a list of phone numbers in front of Salem, turning his head to look at her.
"Call each of those numbers. Tell them you just saw the Wolverine killing people. Make it as realistic as you can, then trash the phone. Feel free to get out of here is things get too crazy. I'll come find you either way..."
Daken told her, but his voice was unusually calm, not showing any hints of demand or anger. He knew she would comply, and if not, he would simply have to kick it up a notch so that someone else would call. Walked further into the alley so the people on the streets could not see them, he kicked his sneakers off, then undid his pants and slid them off before he pulled his shirt off over his head. He gathered them up quickly, then reached one hand into her bag to pull out the gloves and boots as his other hand carefully set the other items of clothing into her bag. He slipped on the pieces, then pulled the hood up over his head, so that the only thing that set him apart from the famous Wolverine was his full arm tattoo. He then said one last word before he quickly climbed up the ladder that went up to the roof of the building they were behind.
"Thanks." |
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Post by viviana on Oct 6, 2011 11:14:58 GMT 2
She went along with him, though she was doing so quite blindly. Was it curiosity that fueled her actions anymore, or was there something else about him that drove her on? She was not sure, and the more she pondered the question, the more uncertain she grew.
Silently in thought, and a few steps behind Daken, she watched him with great interest. It was this unbreakable stare that allowed her to notice him snatching the female's phone and slip it into his pocket. So, he lifted items as well? What did he need a strangers phone for?
She said nothing about it. For now, she simply figured she would keep that she had seen him do that to herself. They came to a brief stop on a corner, and she watched as he inspected the building with his eyes. Then, he strolled around a corner and walked till they reach an alley way. It was here, it seemed, that he would leave her.
She took the phone and list of numbers without a word said, and nodded as she was given her instructions. She then opened her bag up for him to reach his things and conceal his street clothes.
She had to admit, he was extremely convincing in that suit. She did not take the time to stare on after him, though. She had already started off down the alley. Before stepping out of the darkness it provided though, she quickly made the phone calls.
The first on the list was the police, a number that was obvious. She called it, panicked, and made the report. Then, she started dialing the random numbers after 911. When the first picked up, she realized just who he had her calling, the local news stations. He wanted this to get a hell of a lot of attention. As tempted as she was to remain there and watch, she felt it was a bad idea.
She was confident that each one had believed her completely. Her sweet voice, playing perfectly that of a terrified young woman who had just seen the worst carnage of her life...There was no way in hell the stations weren't headed in route now to the area to catch such a story.
With that out of the way, she casually strolling off to put as much distance between her and what was going to happen as possible. Reaching a busy street, she tossed the phone out into the road. It was completely destroyed underneath the tires of a large ford truck within seconds.
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