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Post by Chantelle Alaina Harper on Apr 23, 2013 19:36:31 GMT -5
It was funny. Where before, Tellie hadn't noticed how creepy the night could seem, all the way back to the store, she watched every shadow. While her pace wasn't exactly a run, it wasn't the slow, wandering stroll that had taken place earlier either. Every sound, scrap and slither made her about jump out of her skin and she suddenly wanted nothing more than to be tucked in safe and sound inside her "rabbit hole" as she liked to call the bookshop. The more nervous she became, the worse the tingling along her skin became and when the sound of a footfall came behind her, she was very much afraid she was about to loss control.
Thankfully though, she found the door to the store in front of her and she fumbled with the key even as it slid into the lock. A quick twist of the metal and she was inside the door, slamming it shut behind her. Only to frown as a sound caught her attention outside and then was shut down with a.. Grunt? Surely she hadn't heard that right.
Frowning, Tellie stepped back from the door and stared at it before moving slightly to the side. Leaning forward carefully, she slipped a pair of fingers into the blinds and poked them open, looking for a sign of disturbance outside. She had half decided it was her imagination taking effect and the young mans words from the park had caused her imagination to overact when a subtle motion from the corner of her eye cause her gaze to slant sideways.
Much to her surprise, even on the dim street, she was able to recognize her companion from earlier. What on earth? Had he followed her home? Then, she noticed him rubbing his knuckles and her eyes widened further. Surely he hadn't... No, he wouldn't... Would he?
Worrying on her bottom lip, the raven haired young woman realized that she was staring before she let the blinds snap shut and then eased back to the door. Common sense warred with her compassion and then her hands flew to the key, unlocking the door and easing it open even before she really thought about it. Careful not to leave the safety of her shop, she glanced this way and that before calling out.
"Excuse me... Are you all right? Are you hurt?" Ok, stupid question. He was rubbing his knuckles like they were hurt. If one of those men had hurt him.. then it was her fault. "Can I.. do you.. need some ice for that?"
Post by Jamie Ryan McKinnley on Apr 25, 2013 14:44:55 GMT -5
Jamie heard the female's voice and was all deer in the headlights frozen. The way those pale green eyes were looking at him; flickering back and forth between his bloody knuckles and his multi-colored glare, made the male realize what he must look like standing there. She thought he was hurt. The tender female had no idea that Jamie was the monster he had been warning her about, and he had pummeled that guy to an inch of his life and it felt GOOD.
The werewolf hazard a glimpse over his shoulder to make sure the vagrant's dirty boots weren't sticking out and obvious, then turned back around and hid his fists in the hem of his tee-shirt. He was fine. He was more than fine honestly, as the beat down had filled him with intoxicating adrenaline.
He knew he shouldn't take the woman up on her offer for help. Knew he should turn around and disappear into the night so that she could just forget about the whole mess, and god willing, he would be able to forget the electricity he had felt earlier when he'd touched her. Walking in there was a bad, bad idea.
"Yeah...ah...can I just use your washroom to clean up?"
Dark brows popped up over his miss-matched stare. His fucking mouth, yet again, had a mind of its own. But then his feet decided to follow through with out his permission too, and hekilled the few steps that were left between them.
His big body filled the door frame and he glanced down at the raven haired woman. Jamie knew she was still very afraid of him going by the way her heart beat quickened in her chest. Was he really hearing that or was it his? Because his own organ was thundering like the Kentucky Derby.
Jamie let his gaze drift past her into the darkness at her back and found himself wondering if she lived where she worked. He imagined a little kitchen and a bunch of miss-matched tea cups. She probably made great coffee.
"I won't be long. I -do- have somewhere to go." His face was tilted down at her while he waited for the invite inside, but his gaze was aimed at the ground instead of her face. His bad eye was always hidden in the shadow. The lie about having somewhere else to go? It was for the both of him. For her so she wouldn't worry about him sleeping at the park and for him so he wouldn't even consider hanging around if she asked him to.
Post by Chantelle Alaina Harper on Apr 25, 2013 17:44:32 GMT -5
Ok, so maybe inviting the guy in wasn't such a good idea. After all, he had been pretty snarly with her in the park but he'd proven himself in the end. The concern he'd shown when those two bums had turned their attention her way and shown her that, no matter how growly he tried to appear, he wasn't a danger to her. At least, not physically. Emotionally, maybe, since her feelings tended to get squashed very easily but physically, she had a feeling he'd rather take a blow than ever hurt a woman.
So, it was with that thought in mind that she stepped back into the shadows and held the door open for him as he came inside. In the dimness of the shop, she couldn't tell how much damage he'd taken in whatever had occurred so she gave him a wisp of a smile before turning towards the back. "Of course you can use the restroom." she chirped, still worrying on her bottom lip as she studied him. "Its just in the back. Its not much but the only other one is upstairs in my apartment...."
Glancing back over her shoulder, the slim young woman reached up and tucked a lock of hair behind one ear. With an almost innocent air, she eyed him before shaking her head. "And you can take your time. I was actually thinking about having a cup of chocolate to relax before bed but I also have some coffee if you prefer it... If your not in to big of a hurry that is..."
Reaching the back, she lead him through the swinging doors and into a little kitchen area that obviously doubled as a tiny break room. Pointing on down the hall, Tellie nodded to the bathroom. "The restroom is right through there.. Make yourself at home. There are towel in the cupboard along with wash clothes..." she said softly."Um.. You don't need any help do you? I mean, you arent hurt or cut up anywhere else are you?"
Oh lord, that sounded so lame. Next thing, he'd been thinking SHE was the serial stalker. Turning a delicate color of pink, she waved her hand in the air helplessly. "What I mean is.. You aren't hurt anywhere else are you? Those ... men.. they didn't have a weapon or anything?"she continued, obviously flustered.
Post by Jamie Ryan McKinnley on Apr 29, 2013 16:32:59 GMT -5
No matter how naïve and caring the woman seemed to be, Jamie didn't honestly believe she would let him in. Yeah, the words had tumbled out of his lips like a big-mouthed clumsy gymnast, but he hadn't meant it. He knew he should just get the fuck out of the there, as far away as he could, and find another park bench to pass out on if the adrenaline kicking up his system ever slowed down. No way she would let him in; not after the way he had man-handled her and then barked out a....
Of course she stepped aside, smiling shy in that way she did.
Jamie couldn't help but the shake his head in disbelief. She hadn't listened to a damn thing he'd said before. Still he entered her sanctuary, immediately stilled by the quiet warmth that filled the space. Like the female, the shop was too welcoming. Too charming. Jamie could feel a smile on the air itself; the bookstore the woman incarnate.
Jamie blinked himself out of his ephemeral awe as she shut them in together; his gaze catching the tell-tale tugging of her teeth across her bottom lip. She was worried. As she should be. Jamie's eyes flicked upwards at the woman's admission of residence within; falling back to land on her face just as she tucked a wily raven strand behind her ear. More with the nervous body language; Jamie was glad. She would probably rush him out when he was done and that was a good thing...
The strand fell back across her cheek when she shook her head and offered him coffee. She probably made killer coffee.
What the fuck was she thinking? Doing exactly what he'd warned her about before. And what the fuck was he thinking; actually considering taking her up on it?! "Ah....yeah. I have some place to be, thanks." Jamie mumbled the words and felt all the better for it, though there was a definite tug in his chest at having lied to her. What a fucking schmuck. Him, not her, of course. He kept his head down and did his best not to look around at her inner space; though he couldn't help letting his gaze drift and linger just once, on a painting of some Greek goddess in a flowing white robe and crimson hair. Jamie lifted a hand to rub absently at the back of his neck and felt fucking guilty for being nosy.
In and out man. Just get the fuck out of here. You don't need to know her. She don't need to know you.
The truth was like a slap in the face, so when Tellie led them through the tiny kitchen/break room and then stopped at the mouth of a hallway, Jamie's visage was hard and angry.
But didn't stay that way when she asked about helping out in there and then got flustered when she realized how the question sounded. The corner of his lip twitched up just a little, and he dropped his miss-matched eyes to the floor; again looking anywhere but at her.
"I got it...thanks." Jamie couldn't remember the last time he'd said thank you so many times. Probably never. Well wasn't he a gentleman. "It's just my knuckles. They didn't have weapons except toxic body odor," He continued, shifting his gaze to her left foot and wishing his mouth would quit moving. And his feet would -start- moving. He forced a pivot toward the hall and the door that seemed too far away at the moment.
"Maybe I'll take some coffee, though."
The fuck. Jamie winced when he realized what he'd said as he stepped through the threshold, and paused for a moment to lift his surprise wide eyes at the nervous female. Had he really said that? He hadn't really said that...
Of course he had. And she was still smiling sweetly flustered and was so going to put on a fresh pot for the two of them. What the hell was he doing?! "I'll just be....a few." The werewolf told her and quickly stalked to the bathroom, slamming the door shut and putting his back to it as if to hold back a horde of monsters.
Post by Chantelle Alaina Harper on May 4, 2013 8:19:33 GMT -5
What in the HELL did she think she was doing asking a perfect stranger into her shop at this time of the night? Chantelle didn 't know this guy from Adam and yet, here she was, offering him coffee and a place to clean up. He was bigger, stronger and meaner than she was and if he decided to pounce on her, there would be no way she could fight him off. Heck, for all she knew, he could be a modern day Jack the Ripper like the papers were saying they had in their midst with all the mutilated bodies showing up.
Unfortunately, her logical self was overruled by her compassionate side and something about him called to her. He looked as if he'd been kicked by the world outside enough. She didn't have to add to that.
Yup, he had one thing right. Mother Theresa. That was her, all right. It really was going to get her killed one of these days.
As her new "friend" tucking himself into the bathroom with a surly slam of the door, Tellie sighed and headed back to the small kitchen area. A lifting of the corners of her lips accompanied a roll of her eyes as she contemplated his contradictory manner . Whether he realized it or not, he needed a friend to look after him and her mind immediately set on that track as she flipped on a small radio.
Setting about making coffee for her prickly bum, Chantelle filled the pot with water as Bruno Mar's voice crooned to her about "When I Was Your Man" . Unconciously, she began to sway to the beat and when she turned to pour the liquid into the back of the machine, she spun gracefully. Voice lifting to to sing along with the ballad, the pretty brunette forgot about anything and everything as the words poured out with soul meaning empathy.
Pivoting to head back for the coffee canister, she paused what she was doing to close her eyes and put her hands in the air as she danced. Swaying with innocent seductiveness, she waltzed across the floor even as the small kitchen disappeared in her mind and she found herself being sang to by a historic love as she danced with a new one.
"I hope he buys you flowers I hope he hold you hands Give you all hers hours When he has the chance Take you to every party Cause I remember how much You loved to dance Do all the things I should of done When I was your man Do all the things I should of done When I was your man"
As the last notes of the song faded away, her eyes gradually opened and she sighed. Reaching for the coffee canister, she turned only to let out a little yelp and drop the plastic container to the floor.
Post by Jamie Ryan McKinnley on May 7, 2013 14:14:17 GMT -5
Jamie stood there with his back against the door for a few more heartbeats; breathing hard and loathing himself even harder. It had been a mistake to come in to her sanctuary. It had been a mistake to take her up on the offer for a cup of java. Hell, it had probably been a mistake to get involved in the shit between her and the transients though protecting a frail and seemingly innocent young woman was hardly something to feel bad about. Still, he felt fucking horrible about it. About being here now in the too frilly little bathroom in the too warm and cozy little book shop slash apartment. He was probably more dangerous than those homeless men could ever be and here he was, putting her in danger and she didn't even know it.
He had tried to warn her. So help him, he -had- tried to tell her...
Shaking himself out of the mental back and forth Jamie stalked over to the sink and turned on the cold water. He stared straight into the mirror, into a pair of miss-matched eyes that were equally dead even though one was still a bright hazel and one was milky white. Man. Was he ever going to get used to the beast that always looked back at him? Narrowing his eyes and mentally kicking himself for the inner poor me shit, the werewolf glanced down at his torn knuckles and got ready to stick them under the icy flow. It was gon' hurt like a son-of-a-bitch but that's what he liked. It was what he deserved.
But the bloody knuckles looked all wrong, and when he put them under the running water his brow furrowed deep and his mouth formed a straight slash across his face. It couldn't be. Scrubbing the knuckles that should have been nothing but meaty pulp and bloody tissue, Jamie was shocked to find nothing there but smooth, unblemished skin. The male scrubbed harder, faster; blinking his eyes as if it might be a trick of the light. Nope. Shit was clean. It was completely, totally unwounded...
Which made no sense and drove him even crazier than he'd been moments before. He had felt the sting. Had relished the sharp, intense pain of skin broken on bone. Cursing quietly the werewolf shut off the faucet and grabbed a hand towel from the bar next to the sink. He wrapped one of his fists in it for show (because duh...wasn't like the girl was gon' believe he had healed that quickly-- he didn't believe it himself) and went to the door, leaning his forehead against it this time instead of his back and taking nice deep breaths to calm the cray-cray.
He had to get out of there. Like yesterday. It became very clear to the young man that dangerous didn't even begin to cover the situation he was putting the female in and he meant to rectify it.
Music. Jamie's eyes came open when a melodic voice drifted in through the crack under the door and more crazy than the fact he could hear the soft tone was the way it fondled him like a physical caress. His hands worked the knob before his brain could process what was doing, and the same with his feet as he started walking toward the sound.
To his utter amazement the hypnotic voice was coming from the girl, and even more surprising was the way she carelessly danced and twirled to the melody. As if she hadn't a care in the world. Or there wasn't a fucking MADMAN in her bathroom...
Jamie couldn't help but stare. His lip twitched at the corner like he wanted to smile and for a moment he forgot who he was and where he was and what he was...
Until she turned around and caught him, dropping the can.
The male blinked out of the daze and darted over; kneeling down before the girl and the mess on the floor. "Fuck. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..."
Stare? Scare her? Liar!
Shifting his gaze to the floor so maybe his defect wasn't too obvious Jamie kept his 'wounded' hand against his stomach and started scooping up coffee with other.
"Look...I should just go. Thanks for the offer, but I should just...leave now."
Post by Chantelle Alaina Harper on May 10, 2013 15:40:39 GMT -5
She really shouldn't have been stunned by his presence. She really shouldn't have. Unfortunately, she'd gotten so caught up in what she was doing that the rest of the world had faded away and she'd completely forgotten there was anyone else around. Her mama had used to tsk over her ability to do that and she found herself into one sort of trouble or another because of it.
Kind of like .. NOW.
"Oh crap..." she managed to squeak out, cheeks turning a bright red and a dear in the headlights look perching on her delicate features. "Oh god... No.. No, no, no..." she stammered, dropping to her own knees even as he came forward and tried to clean up the mess. "Its not your fault at all. Its mine. I tend to get lost in my own.. thoughts... and I just... yeah..."
OK, she was making an utter mess of this she decided even as she stared at the mess and sighed. There was coffee everywhere and she was going to have to get the little shop vac to clean it all up she supposed. Leave it to her to be such a dunce in front of a guy.
Reaching forward to pluck up the lid, she was unaware of Jamie doing the same thing until her forehead hit him square in the chin. HARD. Yelping in pain, Tellie hastily drew backwards, reaching instinctively to rub at the spot that had taken the hardest impact.
"Oh Geez... I'm so sorry... You must think I'm a perfect ninny... Are you ok?" she asked, almost afraid to meet his gaze as her emotions roiled under her skin. "Another injury to add to the list. I promise you, I'm not usually this dangerous... Your probably starting to wish you'd never met me huh?"
Finishing glumly, Tellie shifted her gaze back down to the floor and was alarmed to feel a flicker of magic touch her skin. Damn it, she had to get a grip before she made a complete and utter fool out of herself.
Like she hadn't already.
"You know what... Lets just leave this here.. I'll clean it up later. You don't have to worry about it... If you really need to go...I'll understand" she husked out, trying not to want to cry. "Not that I want you to or anything but... "
Damn it, for someone who was normally so chatty, she felt like the ugly duckling at the moment.
Post by Jamie Ryan McKinnley on May 15, 2013 15:37:24 GMT -5
Jamie was all prepared to stand, say some form of goodbye to the bumbling beauty, and ghost out of her life in the same fashion as he had arrived in it. Though there was no denying the gentle pull toward the female, the young man couldn't shake the sense of dread he felt the closer he got to her. And right now? With her kneeling on the ground right in front of him? Jamie felt the weight of the emotion like the world on his shoulders.
Only when her lips started moving and her words begun spilling out (whatever they were-- he couldn't hear them over their mingled and erratic pulses pounding in his too-sensitive ears) the wolf couldn't help but pause in his clean up to look at her. Chantelle's face was painted with the faintest pink hue and her russet brows pinched together in frustration or embarrassment or both. Jamie felt a stab in his center at having caused her so much grief; whether or not she blamed him, which she obviously didn't considering her words, which by the way he had figured out by now. The male never wished or felt hope for anything but found himself now wishing that she had never met him. He so did not deserve a place in her memory bank but with each passing moment he knew it was a transaction that was gon' be hard for her to forget.
'Except maybe by way of a concussion,' Jamie thought as her forehead collided with his chin. Man, that smarted.
The young man didn't even think about it when he lifted the 'bandaged' hand to rub at his stinging chin. Didn't think about it when the towel fell away either, because now her voice had become froggy with emotion and as crazy as it was, he could smell her salty unshed tears.
Jamie was a tough guy. He could face a whole group of drunk assholes with their fists and balls bared and not flinch. He could, and often did, go wandering in the 'bad' part of town at night without blinking an eye. What he absolutely could not handle was lady tears.
The healed hand forgotten, Jamie's multi-colored eyes flickered around in a panic as if looking for something, anything to spark some inspiration. When they landed on the percolating java across the room he could have smiled. But he didn't, of course.
"At least you got that brewed before it ended up in the 5 second rule category," Jamie said in that quiet, husky drawl of his and nodded to the coffee pot before reluctantly shifting his gaze to her face. It didn't stay there long before dropping to the floor. Man, he didn't like her looking at his ugly mug this close.
"Is your head alright?" His uninjured hand grazed his chin and he absently thought that for a face, his was as hard physically as it was to look at.
Post by Chantelle Alaina Harper on May 18, 2013 9:17:38 GMT -5
Way to make a complete FOOL of yourself, Harper.
Mentally groaning at her own stupidity, the pretty little witch rubbed at the spot where their heads had collided before standing up. His words made her blink blankly at him for a long moment before shifting her gaze to the counter. oh. OH! Coffee! BREWED! Right! Thank the goddess for small favors at least.
"Oh! Yes, I suppose your right." she managed to force out, tears forgotten for the moment. "The night isn't all lost at least."
Beaming at him as if he was a pure genius, Tellie failed to notice his actions as she met his gaze. Giving him a bright smile, she spun around on her heel and headed towards the cupboards where she started pulling down cups, saucers and laying out two spoons.
Glancing over her shoulder at him, she answered his question. "Yes, I'm fine, thank you. I should probably be asking you the same thing. My mama says I'm so hard headed that nothing will ever hurt me in that department." she chirped out."How about you.. Do you need anything? Aspirin? Tylenol?"
Not even bothering to wait for him to continued, she swayed towards the fridge and pulled out a container of cream. Sitting it on the counter along with a sugar bowl, Tellie finally glanced back over at him and grew still again.
"Please... The least I can do is treat you to a cup of coffee..."
Then, eyes falling on his hands, she frowned. "Oh.... Your hands... I could have sworn..." Then, shaking her head, she sighed and muttered to herself. "I must really be losing it..."
Post by Jamie Ryan McKinnley on Jun 3, 2013 9:38:50 GMT -5
One minute, the girl's wide, sad eyes were brimming with moisture which made them appear as two ponds under the moonlight. The next, her gaze shifted to the coffee and back and the sheepishness was gone as if it had never been there. Jamie had to blink at how easy she was to please and was definitely reminded why he'd never understood the fairer sex.
On the other hand the werewolf realized even though the moment had been completely and totally awkward, he was absolutely at ease. Had even forgotten about his should-have-been-fucked-up-knuckles. Jamie picked himself up off the deck and watched her lithe form stretch up for the dainty teacups and saucers and had to force himself to look away. So maybe he'd have the coffee but that was it. No sense and getting all cozy and comfortable with the scenery. "It was pretty hard. I'll prolly have a bruise." The male absently rubbed his chin but really it didn't hurt a bit. What the hell? Was that...was the werewolf actually trying to be witty? Jamie shook his head at his own gall and cleared his throat, compelling the humor from his voice. "No thanks. I'm trying to quit the stuff."
The male rolled his miss-matched eyes this time and the not-funny and mentally cursed and figured it best if he just kept his mouth shut. Pressing his lips together he took a few steps closer to the female and the coffee pot but froze in his tracks when Tellie twirled back around to face him. His multi-colored gaze unintentionally met her bright one but didn't hang around there long. It fell to her lips when she started talking, and he didn't really hear the words so much as he noticed her voice was like a physical stoke to his belly.
Had she just said please? Well if she said please he certainly couldn't turn it down now could he? That would just be plain old rud.....
The fuck? Yep. Definitely some kind of coffee induced hypnotism because if Jamie was worried about manners there was some weird ju-ju going on. It was a damn good thing she'd finally noticed his hand and he actually heard her whispered mutter or else next thing you know he might have started drinking his coffee from the dainty little tea cup with a pinky stuck up in the air.
Jamie had been running the (un)injured hand back and forth over the (un)injured chin absently and now let it drop from his face to look it over. Sure enough it was completely healed and how messed up was that, but maybe this was just what he needed in order to prove how wrong it was for him to be here. "Yeah...well...I beat the shit out of them. Not the other way around." Jamie's tone was intentionally harsh to demonstrate the danger she was in. He was crazy. Couldn't be trusted. So why was she offering him coffee and a job and realistically a chance to do whatever he wanted since it was just the two of them. Alone.
Jamie took another deliberate step toward her so her back pressed against the counter. This time he kept his ugly mug up in the light so she could see just how much of a monster he was.