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Post by Ian Roberts on Apr 14, 2008 19:43:44 GMT -5
Friday, September 19th Time: 6:45 pm[/u]
The soft golden rays from the setting sun danced across the grass happily. The wind blew threw the trees and played with the smoke coming from Ian's cigarette. That last place Ian would ever be is in the Courtyard on a Friday night. He should be out partying, but he needed someone to party with. Partying alone bites, and Ian wanted to have all to much fun.
He leaned up against the wooden fence and took a drag from his cigarette. He exhaled slowly, allowing the wind to carry the smoke up and away from his face. He looked down at his attire and smirked. The perfect pair of light baggy blue jeans and a light blue botton up shirt, which was unbottoned, only to show the tight white tee underneath. He adjusted the light blue and white baseball cap that covered his shaggy sandy blonde hair. He was definitely dressed to party.
The sun had fully set as he finished his cigarette. He threw it on the ground and stomped on it with his light blue skater shoes. His hands found their way into his pockets as he whistled softly to himself. There had to be a sexy lass that was heading out right now. He just needed to catch them and talk them into partying with him.
Ian walked around the courtyard a bit more before sitting on top of a picknic table. He sighed heavily and grabbed for another cigarette before hearing the sound of footsteps. He adjusted his hat again and listened for any sign that the person was a female.
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Post by Arianna Porter on Apr 14, 2008 21:36:39 GMT -5
Arianna Kaitlyn Louise Porter You could always hear Ari Porter before you could see her. That was one of her favorite things about wearing heels. Every step was like a little trumpet heralding her way. That was her own private vainity. Only she would ever know the true reason she wore heels, the height add was only a plus. Today the heels were a pair of strappy white stillettos with a clear heel inlaid with diamonds going down in a line. Yes, she did have an obsession with stillettos and she had designed these herself. Daddy had funded their creation. She loved the four inches and the steep angle it put her foot at. It cris-srossed up the top of her foot and looked aroun her ankle twice to be tied in a bow just below her ankle. They were the only pair in the world. She had gone for a look that invoked the thoughts of summer that she was sure was still on the students minds, even as the weather grew colder. Her white skirt billowed around her knees as the wind caught it slightly, raising it up her thigh a few inches. She paired it with a white cotton/lace spaghetti strap top that looked almost seamless to the skirt. A pale pink ribbon wrapped around the top just below her bustline. Over her shoulders was a lace shrug in the same pale pink. She was surprised to see someone else in the courtyard so late in the day. This is where she usually came to watch the sun set and practice her french. Something about the setting sun and the silence made the language more beautiful. To find someone invading "her space" was unnerving. As she neared the figure she recognized him as the boy Sofia had played one-on-one with, Ian. She was thankful for the large white D&G sunglasses that hid her eyes. He couldn't read her as easily then. The boy was a player; it was obvious from watching the game. No matter how hot he was she was not going to fall for his game.
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Post by Ian Roberts on Apr 14, 2008 21:59:43 GMT -5
Is that the sound of clicking heels? Ah, music to Ian's ears. He slid himself up and off of the picnic table and looked for the source of the clicking. With the beautiful sunset, his smooth talking, he should definitely have a date tonight. He licked his lips promptly as the sillouette of a very fine lady appeared. He adjusted the his cap again and walked towards her.
His eyes glided up and down her body, taking in every peice of her. She was fine alright. Gorgeous chocolate brown hair, nice legs, great style. Someone who fit his perfect description quite nicely.
Ian shoved his hands into his pants pockets as they got closer to eachother. A very sexy grin played across his gorgeous facial features. "Hey, Gorgeous. What are you doing out here all by yourself?" His voice was sweet and silky, captivating.
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Post by Arianna Porter on Apr 14, 2008 23:41:32 GMT -5
The twenty year old fashonista was used to having guys' eyes roam her body. In fact, she counted on it and planned for it subconsciously in every outfit. Even in the innoccence of her white outfit the pink fromed her chest nicely, accenting the small amount of cleavage she allowed to show.
However, the moment a guy crossed the line Ari had drawn in her head, he was blacklisted. It was different everytime, that line. It varied from guy to guy. With the one before her, she was waiting a bit to draw that line. She was unsure of his confident smooth talk and suave ways. It was as if he honestly thought he could get any girl he wanted with a snap of his beautifully well kept fingers.
A cordial, almost smirk played on her lips as she watched him behind her sunglasses. "I'm a big girl, I can take care of myself. I always come out here to watch the sunset." Her hand went to her hair, pushing it out of her face as the breeze caught it and tickled it across her face. She had worn it in loose curls that blanked across her back and shoulders. Her bangs were being held back with a ribbon the same color as the one on her top.
Carefully she pulled stands of hair out of the center of her large hoop earrings by tucking the hair behind her ear and gathering it all over one shoulder. Okay, so maybe she was flirting a little, but what could she say? He was good looking and she was a natural.
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Post by Ian Roberts on Apr 14, 2008 23:57:19 GMT -5
Could this girl be any more beautiful? Ian couldn't stop himself from watching her intently. "A big girl, yeah?" He watched her toy with her hair. He licked his lips, remembering what he was here to do. He was here on a mission, and it was a mission he could easily succeed.
He tilted his head ever so slightly, "If you are a big girl, care to join me for a little fun tonight?" His eyes were sly looking, searching her for any weakness in which he could potentially use against her. This lass may be hard to get, but he never gave up on the prey.
Ian smirked casually. He stood casually infront of her. He was going to do whatever it took to get a date for tonight. He listened to the wind rush past them, watching the girl's hair as she tried to keep it tame. A stray peice batted against her cheek. Perfect. He concluded. "Missed a peice." He raised his hand slowly and brushed the stray hair from her cheek, making sure to brush his soft fingers against her cheek as well. He grinned sweetly and lowerd his hand back to his side.
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Post by Arianna Porter on Apr 15, 2008 0:06:18 GMT -5
Ari took a step back when he touched her face. She had not grown up in a family that was physically affectionate. Actually they weren't affectionate at all. She wouldn't even call them a family. Ether way she was a little annoyed that this guy thought it was okay to touch her.
"What kind of fun did you have in mind?" She was now safely out of his reach and he would have to come to her to get close again. She was not going to drop her guard with this one. He'd walk all over her and there was no way she'd be eating from the palm of his hand.
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Post by Ian Roberts on Apr 15, 2008 0:24:53 GMT -5
Ian's eyebrows raised slightly. Noone backed away Ian, ever. He chewed on his bottom lip slightly. What was up with this girl? Was he not good enough for her? No, of course not. That was never the issue. He licked his lips attempting to figure the girl out. Alright, so she seemed to have quite a large wall he needed to get over, but since when did that stop Ian?
He took a step closer to her, being sure not to get to close, for not wanting to have to go the extra mile for her. "My friend's throwing a party. Care to join me?" He spoke smoothly, quietly. All he wanted was a date, since when has that become so hard for him to acomplish?
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Post by Arianna Porter on Apr 15, 2008 0:41:22 GMT -5
Even through her disdain for the womanizer before her, it amused her to see his eyebrows raise. She had thrown him off. She wondered what total flat out rejection would do. She'd figure that out another time. Tonight she was up for a little fun.
"Do you always ask females to parties when you haven't yet learned their name, Ian?" She slid her sunglasses off her face and folded them in one hand. Now she would see if he could remember the women he came across or if they were all a blur to him. She swept her hands in a downward arc, emphasizing her outfit. "I think this is just asking for someone to spill something on it at a party. And if that were to happen, YOU'D be replacing it."She was trying to hint that she couldn't go because she was not properly attired.
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Post by Ian Roberts on Apr 15, 2008 10:43:31 GMT -5
Ian smirked as the girl took off her sunglasses. Of course, it took him a bit to remember where he had seen her, but it came soon enough. After being with so many women, it was difficult to remember them all.
He smiled sweetly, "Sofia's cute little friend, yes? And I know that by the end of the night I'll know the girls name." He licked his lips and smirked. He watched her point to her attire, making sure his eyes stopped at all the right places. "Replacing it would be simple enough. If you honestly don't want to wear that outfit, I'm sure I could make a little stop and get you another one." His eyes twinkled mischievesly.
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Post by Arianna Porter on Apr 15, 2008 13:17:17 GMT -5
Slightly flattered that his eyes were on her, Ari tapped her fingernail against thousands of dollars worth of dental work that went into her radiant smile. It was a nervous habit of hers when she wasn't sure what to do. It also brought attention to her mouth, which Ian was sure to notice.
She could have fun with this man-boy, that was for sure. She just wasn't sure she wanted the kind of fun that was on his mind. Her best kept secret was her virginity. Everyone thought the young and wealthy had more fun than anyone, so she let a reputation of a honorable size follow her around. It was better than being lusted over just because someone wanted to "pop her cherry".
"Sofia's cute little friend has a name. Ari Porter, and if you want me to go to this party with you, you had better remember that name." She flipped her hair over her shoulder, letting it hang down her back again. The breeze had died down so she could allow it that little freedom. She saw the twinkle in his eye and put up a wall of suspiscion. "What kind of outfit did you have in mind?"
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Post by Ian Roberts on Apr 15, 2008 19:08:01 GMT -5
Ian's eyes were drawn to her lips as she tapped her teeth with her fingernail. She had nice kissable lips that he greatly was intregued by. He shot his eyes up to catch her's. Slyness was one of his things. He was quick with his movements, making them unnoticable for the most part.
He smirked in response, "Ah Ari Porter. Now how can I forget such a beautiful name that belong to such a pretty face?" His eyes fallowed her every movement, taking in every little detail. "Whatever you want to wear. I would hate for you to have an outfit ruined by one of my friends." He smiled genuinely. "I'm up for any outfit you put on, Ari."
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Post by Arianna Porter on Apr 16, 2008 19:18:58 GMT -5
Ari all but snorted when Ian commented on her name. She wondered if the guy actually thought his cheesy lines worked. Then again they had some sort of an effect on Sofia. Enough to merit him as a friend, though not one Ari thought worthy.
When he mentioned allowing her to change clothes, her stomach flip flopped. He was willing to wait while she, the queen of tardiness and fashion, changed into a more "party appropriate" outfit? The truth was, she didn't really do his party scene and had no idea how to costume herself for it. She was nervous but hid it behind a chuckle and a sarcastic question. "You just don't give up once you find a girl you think you can get, do you?"
The fashionista in her was screaming to be nice and go to the party. It would be a chance to find a whole different style and more clothes to add to her multi-closet collection. She sighed quietly amd brought herself down a notch off her "high and mighty" mindset. She pulled at her ring finger with her right hand, let her nervous side show. "Would... would you help me pick out an outfit? It won't take so long since you know what everyone will be wearing. ...I don't usually do this kind of thing..."
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Post by Ian Roberts on Apr 16, 2008 21:22:58 GMT -5
"And why can't I get you? You're gorgeous, I'm popular, it's the perfect match, yes?" Ian spoke as he grinned slyly. He was speaking the truth... to a point. Nonetheless, he was going to get her one way or another and he was sure she knew that.
He smirked gingerly as she became all nervous and such in front of him. His mind raced over all the possible outfits she could own. Tight, low-cut, sexy.... yummy. He was twenty two, where else would his mind go if a gorgeous women asked him to pick out her outfit?
He licked his lips and grinned, "Yeah.... Yeah I'll pick out your outfit." Of course, he had no idea on what he was going to pick for her, but figured it would be something sexy and eye-catching. He was all to happy to help her, he concluded. "So, where to? Did you want a new outfit? Or shall we go back to your place?"
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Post by Arianna Porter on Apr 17, 2008 9:26:03 GMT -5
Studying his face, Ari pondered over the decision of where to find this outfit. Something in his eye gave her the impression he was imagining her in something she probably didn't own because it fell under the "tight and yummy" category. She would have to go shopping for such a thing. The question then was, did they have the time?
"I don't think I have anything 'appropriate' enough for a party..." That and Sofia would give her a lot of flack for going to a party with a guy she couldn't stand. She may even suggest Ari liked the guy, which was far from the truth. "Do we have time to go shopping? I mean, how long does the party last because we may have to go to Hartford." She pushed a stray hair from her cheek.
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Post by Ian Roberts on Apr 17, 2008 19:28:24 GMT -5
Hartford? Of course that was the likely place to go shopping for clothes. Ian was pretty sure that the party would last well into the night and early morning. "We can go to Hartford. You have a specific store in mind?" He reached for his keys in his pocket and hit the tiny little grey unlock button. His black porsche 911 turbo beeped quietly. The lights flashed only dimmly. He grinned to himself, gotta love the 'rents.
He slowly began to walk backwards towards his car. His head cocked to one side, he asked, "How could you not have anything appropriate for a party? You would seem like quite the partier to me." He smirked casually.
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