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Post by Erik Van Wilde on Feb 26, 2009 21:10:58 GMT -5
Erik walked down the shores of the beach, taking in the sun. It seemed like such a rare occasion for Erik to find enough time to go down to the beach and just take in the sun. And yet there he was, sitting in the sand. He was wearing a pair of jeans that had several cuts and tears in them, so he wouldn’t mind getting them wet. He hadn’t bothered bringing a shirt, knowing that a trip to the water would be rather inevitable.
Still, Erik wanted to take in as much time as he could, while dry and relaxing on the sand. Next to him, was a towel, and all of the stuff that he brought with him. A cell phone, wallet, and in indentation in the sand where his sunglasses had been before he put them over his eyes. The one thing he brought that hadn’t been discarded on the sand after his arrival, was his gun. He had it buried a foot to his right. In this town, you never knew when you’d need one.
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Post by Sugarless on Feb 26, 2009 21:16:56 GMT -5
Sugar smiled slightly as she streched out. It was surpringly warm today. She let out a tired yawn as she dragged herself out of the water. She shook her head from side to side, real quick, just trying to get the water out. She wore a black bikini top and gray boy-shorts for bottoms. She didn't mind the bikini tops, but hated the bikini bottoms. It attracted too much attention, eventhough her pink hair got enough attention already. She let out a tired sigh as she walked over to her stuff. Sugar quickl went through it and found what she needed. She slipped on her almost see-through white mesh top as she spotted a few other people on the beach. Wasn't there something shiny over there. Sugar being completely obilivious to the one sitting over there at the moment.
Sugar walked over behind, taking a long half circle way to get him. She made her steps as quiet as she could, not wanting to make too much of a disturbance as she krept up behind him, half relieved that the sun wasn't casting ehr shadow over him. She silently went down to a crouching position. She snatched the wallet and began to walk off with it, half hoping he didn't hear anything.
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Post by Erik Van Wilde on Feb 26, 2009 21:22:30 GMT -5
Erik sensed a disruption in the sand around him, and felt immediately grateful for the universal wave-affect that the sand had when lying on it. Although his eyes were closed before, he opened them in time to see out of the corner of his eye what appeared to be a cotton-candy headed girl swipe his wallet. Sighing slightly, Erik let her get a few feet away before he rolled onto his side, dug into the sand, and retrieved his gun.
Pushing himself up, Erik lazily rose the gun, and fired it at the sand by her right foot. “Drop the wallet, turn around, hands on your head.” Erik said, more annoyed than angry. He was having a very peaceful time at the beach, and now it was ruined. The sands weren’t quite crowded enough for there to be much attraction caused by the gun fire. At least, no more than the pink-haired girl already caused in her attire.
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Post by Sugarless on Feb 26, 2009 21:26:27 GMT -5
'im so unobservant sometimes' Queen thought patheticly as she heard a slight motion in the sand and lifted her right foot slightly, the bullet narrowily missing. "Jeez, you think I ripped your head off, not stole your wallet!" She seemed to yelp out in a rather playful voice. As she sighed and took a twenty out from the wallet and stuffed it down her mesh top and between her goodies as she threw the wallet over her shoulder and to him as she put her hands on the back of her head in a rather lazy fashion as she looked over her shoulder at him.
"I'm just a simple pick pocket" Queen said with pure innocense, enough to con over even the coldest of men.
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Post by Erik Van Wilde on Feb 26, 2009 21:32:15 GMT -5
Erik caught the wallet, and thummed through the dollar bills, noticing one missing. Guessing it was either a twenty or a hundred, Erik opted towards the first, assuming that she wouldn’t steal a hundred dollars from someone with a gun. Then again, not many would steal anything from a person with a gun. When she complained that it was just a simple pick pocket, Erik tilted his head slightly. “Excuse my ignorance, but I was under the impression that to pick a pocket, one would need to take something out of a pocket.” He said, taking a few steps towards her. She wasn’t wearing any pockets, and her hands were resting on top of her head, open, which meant that the only place she could have put the money, was either down her pants, or down her shirt. Once he got close enough to her where he could, Erik smirked, reached his hand up so that it was resting just above her cleavage, before saying, “Now am I going to have to get my money back? Or will you just give it back?”
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Post by Sugarless on Feb 26, 2009 21:37:01 GMT -5
She lifted her eyebrows, as if to say 'you wouldn't dare!' before bringing her hands down to her sides. She put her weight on her right foot, purposely sticking out her thigh as she let a hand rest on it. "Well it once was in your pocket so in a way i did pick it" Her smile being rather kittenish. Her expression turned semi-serious though after a second. "That depends, do you not wish to have your magic stick?" Her voice seeming to be an odd mix of sarcasim and seriousness as she began to move her white-almost-see-through mesh top so she could retrieve his money.
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Post by Erik Van Wilde on Feb 26, 2009 21:42:49 GMT -5
Erik smirked. Listening to what she had to say, he kept his hand just under her collar bone, as though he was considering or not considering to reach into her shirt. Finally shrugging, he said, “Well, I’m the kind of person who believes in an eye-for-an-eye. You ‘picked’ the twenty from me…” he said, before reaching in, and while against his more primal instincts, didn’t grope her in any way. Instead, he just felt for the bill, and upon finding it, pulled it out. Looking at it, he noticed it was the twenty he suspected it of being.
Now, Erik had could do one of two things. Use his gun to assure that she didn’t go forward on her threat to remove his ‘magic stick’, or make nice. Opting for option two, Erik nodded towards the beach bar behind them. “Let me buy you a drink.” He said, turning away from her. He kept the gun in his hand, allowing his arm to swing freely at his side as he made his way towards the bar.
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Post by Sugarless on Feb 26, 2009 21:47:11 GMT -5
Sugar was abotu to snare his hand but didn't eyeing that gun suspious, knowing he could much quicker pull the trigger then she could get to his throat. She was a kid at heart, but it didn't mean she was a complete blockhead. "Sure I wouldn't mind" Sugarless said as she grabbed her own bag and slung it over her shoulder. It had her usual attire in it. A beautiful white corset, short white top, white shorts, and a pair of shoes being she was barefoot now.
"My name's Sugarless. Odd name I know." She said as she walked over by his left side, smiling lightly. Her different-shades-of-pink hair seemed to stick straight to her face as she walked, being it was still slightly wet from the ocean. Thank god it was permanent dye.
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Post by Erik Van Wilde on Feb 26, 2009 21:55:44 GMT -5
Erik smiled as he saw her approach him from his left side. Looking to her, he nodded at her name. “Odd, but appropriate.” He agreed, figuring that someone with hair like hers had to have a name like that. Something like ‘sarah’ or ‘mary’ just wouldn’t cut it.
“I’m Van.” He said, introducing himself the way that he usually did when business wasn’t involved. He always did enjoy his middle name over his first. “I’m assuming that’s not your real hair color.” Erik commented, smiling. It was a bit random, but he figured that the question was inevitable.
Having reached the bar, Erik put the twenty down on the counter top. “Anything you want.” He said, before nodding for the bartender’s attention. “I’ll take whatever on the tap.” He said, the bartender nodding, looking at the girl next to Erik, waiting for her order.
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Post by Sugarless on Feb 27, 2009 18:11:46 GMT -5
Sugarless seemed to giggle as she walked by him. "Psh, I wish!" Her voice bubbly as ever as her walk almost seemed to have a bounce to it. Well Sugar was happy to have a new friend being she made few these days. The gang back home didn't count too much being, well, they were more family then friends to her being she pretty much hand "raised" them from the most pathetic and mediocre of bandits to master brigands(thieves).
"White Russian, no vodka, hold the Kahlúa" Sugar said with a smile, knowing it was a fancy way to say 'only cream' aka milk. She looked back at him and said, "I'll be right back, gonna get changed into something much more comfy" Giving hima playful wink before going into the little girl's room.
Sugarless came back with her usual attire on. She wore a beautiful steel-boned silver corset with a short white top that was badly torn up, almost to the point of being considered rags. Her pants were white shorts with what looked like lace cut away from the bottoms of it, a dark crimson heart over the back of her right thigh. Sugar wore black and white thigh-highs with raven black boots. She took her seat right by him, seeing her drink had come. Sugar smiled a kitty like smile as she took a long drink from it. The cream leaving a white trail on her upper lip. She frowned slightly as she let her tongue escape from its warm cavern and gently lick over the top part of her lips, the white trail disappearing as her tongue retreated back into her mouth.
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Post by Erik Van Wilde on Feb 27, 2009 21:48:39 GMT -5
Erik smiled, as it seemed that she held little, if any, hard feelings. Beacause of this, Erik decided it would be safe to slide the gun into the hole made available by his baggy jeans, between the back of his boxers and the denim material. It was risky, sure, but now that they were at a bar, Erik didn’t think it would be very likely for this girl to decide that she should steal the gun and attempt to get anything from him. After all, his wallet only had maybe two hundred dollars in it, no cards. If she really wanted that much money, she could take it. Erik blew that much on extra money for the Black Cobras.
Erik wasn’t familiar with the drink that Sugar ordered, but it seemed that because of how much she had ordered out of it, that there was a good chance that she would be receiving something that was rather watered down. This gave Erik the impression that she either wasn’t a drinker, which wouldn’t be consistent with much of her other personality traits. Or, she was trying to keep a clear head, which made Erik suspicious. When she told him that she was going to leave to change, Erik returned her playful smile, and called off after her, “I don’t think there’s anything wrong with this wardrope.” He said, waiting until she was out of sight, before turning to the bartender, and telling him to put the vodka in her drink.
When Sugar returned, Erik had only gotten a few sips from his drink, and turned on his stool to see her, or rather, what she had changed into. The wardrobe seemed to fit her better, and was quite a bit less revealing than the beach attire. He watched her drink from her crème-based liquid, and was happy to see that she didn’t detect anything out of the ordinary. “So, please tell me, was there any particular reason why you tried to take my cash?”
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Post by Sugarless on Feb 27, 2009 21:56:25 GMT -5
Sugar paused for a moment. She bit her tongue hard to force herself to not spit out the drinking, not wanting to make more of a fool for herself. She forced it down, though made it look as though she was drinking something as good as water. Sugar smiled as she looked at him. Her throat and tongue were very sensitive to liquor. White tasted sour as hell to her and red burned her throat.
"I'm a thief at heart. I steal anything that's shiny" She said with a smirk as she traced her hand around the rim of her glass, staring down at her drink.
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Post by Erik Van Wilde on Feb 27, 2009 21:59:36 GMT -5
Erik nodded at her response, sipping at his beer. He suddenly wished he had gotten something with more of a kick. But, he didn’t trust a beach bar to serve good whiskey, and rum was only good when you wanted to get drunk. Erik didn’t. Not yet, anyways.
“Well, I’ll take it as a compliment then.” He said, raising the glass slightly to acknowledge no hard feelings, before taking another sip. “I do like that corset on you.” He said, feeling as though a compliment was due towards the wardrobe change.
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Post by Sugarless on Feb 27, 2009 22:13:39 GMT -5
"thanks" Sugar said with a smile as she looked back up at him. She looked around herself for a moment. Something seemed out of place. Her eyes looked over everyone in the bar for a moment before shrugging it off and looked back at Erik.
"I'm just a wayward Victorian era thief girl trying to survive in this world" Sugarless said with a shrug as she played around with a few of her laces to her shorts.
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Post by Erik Van Wilde on Feb 27, 2009 22:50:55 GMT -5
Erik nodded, finding the girl increasingly amusing. “You ever been to club Wilde?” Erik asked, curious. He always liked to know whether or not someone else had been present, at some time or another, at his club. After all, it was one of the more popular clubs in the town, and, to be honest, it was a great pick-up topic.
“It’s mine.” He said, nonchalantly looking away as he took another sip from his beer. There was only half left, and Erik had no intention of drinking more then five sixths of it. After he drank that much, he would probably order a bottle of rum.
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