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Someday I know it'll all turn out Ana looked both ways as she carefully left her room. Good, there was no sign of them. With a burst of speed she ran down the back stairwell to the german restaurant, the smell of the lunch menu already cooking. She had to get out before anyone saw her. Her parents would be busy, no doubt. Grandpa was already up in his office down the hall, pounding away at the computer keyboards to do paperwork and food orders. Her siblings were probably manning the stoves and dishwashers, ready for another busy day with the hired help. As for her? She was getting the hell out of Dodge! She flattened up against the wall when she heard noise and ducked into the hallway closet until the footsteps had passed her. She counted to fifty, just to be sure, before she slipped out and made her way to the front. Why the secrecy you ask? Why move around like she was a wanted James Bond spy? Ducking behind closet doors and what not? It was her birthday. The now twenty-one year old girl had a birthday today, on her off day, and like hell she would spend it in the restaurant wearing one of the furry birthday hats, get her picture taken, and put up on the picture wall. No, she was going out and she was going to be by herself all day until that night. At least, that's what she thought. The moment she stepped out the front door, her cellphone buzzed as a very familiar black, stylish car pulled up to the car. "You've got to be kidding me..." Ana took a step back like a guilty deer when Lukas came out of the car and opened it wide enough. "Get in." "But--" "Just get in the car Ana." Great, what had she done? Did he know it was her birthday? Or worse, the zombies she had survived? Her car was totalled and the insurance people were going to pay up for a new one, but she hadn't gotten around to getting it just yet, which left the almight bus system back into the equation. Ana looked Lukas up and down for a moment before sighing and getting into the car. Not like she'd be able to run TOO far without getting caught. Lukas was fast, faster than she'd ever be, and it wasn't worth it. With rampant thoughts of 'what kind of trouble am I in now', Ana sat in the seat and looked to Lukas. Dressed in Shorts and a tank top, Ana crossed her legs at the ankle as she put on her seatbelt. Okay, she was a bit jumpy and nervous, but she had every right! At least that's what she told herself. "So, where am I being kidnapped to today? I don't recall doing anything terribly bad since yesterday..." TAGGED: Lukas. NOTES: Let the shopping begin
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Post by LUKAS MADELEINE on Dec 13, 2012 11:13:53 GMT -8
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Lukas Madeleine was a tolerant person. Honestly. But after two hours of getting snapped at by his roommate (which, he knew Rayna could be moody but Jesus fucking Christ), it was time to get out of the house before he shot her. Because he was considering it. For once, he hadn't done anything, so he didn't think he deserved her ire – especially since he'd been in such a good mood at the time. So, he'd resisted the childish urge to flip her off as he escaped down the stairs and into the coffee shop, whereupon he was greeted by several people. He didn't stop there though – nope he hopped right out of the front door (he was nice enough to greet them back, however), and flipped his phone open to call himself a car.
At first, he had no idea where he was going. He just wanted to get out and do something before he shook an invalid. He'd exhausted several ideas before he decided to go visit his favorite little charge – because despite the fact it had been almost a week since she'd come to his doorstep in shock, he kept checking on her every day after that, whether she knew he was or not. He'd been making sure whoever – or whatever – it was didn't attack her again, and maybe hoping for some explanation, but she didn't seem willing to give one still. This gave him the distinct vibe that perhaps he didn't want to know, so he'd given up that pursuit recently.
After he plopped himself in the sleek black car that pulled up ten minutes later and told the chauffeur where to go, he debated his excuse for going. After almost a week of no terrible incidents, the 'just checking up on you' began to wear thin. But if there was one thing Lukas was good at – though, delectably, he was better at a whole lot more in his mind – it was thinking on his feet. That and, his train of thought somehow led him to the right answer. The thoughts of the job he and Rayna had in a few days led to his concern that the new switchblade he'd ordered wouldn't arrive before it, which led to 'gifts I need to give to the women I've somehow pissed off.' No, he hadn't forgotten that dress Ana had lost that was, admittedly, pretty much all his fault. Yeah, he could work that. Time to go shopping he guessed...oh so exciting.
He sent her a message on his phone to get outside, and when the car turned the corner to the restaurant, he was surprised to see her outside. Okay there was a difference between fast and that's not possible. Weird coincidence, maybe? Whatever. The car rolled up net to her and he swung the car door wide, leaning over the seat to peer out at the dark-haired woman stood on the sidewalk. “Get in” he told her lazily, leaving no room for argument because his mind was set and he really didn't want to have no excuse not to go back home. He raised a hand to silence her when she went to protest, and repeated himself. Luckily, she obliged, and Lukas scooted back over to the far side of the seat.
The redhead stashed his phone back in the inner pocket of his typical blazer, debating grabbing something for his feigned habit but debated against in – in a small space, the smell alone was a tell that no, that wasn't real smoke, and no, he wasn't explaining it. Hell he didn't even want to think about it. Nope, it didn't exist, never happened. No, he'd wait until they got to the mall and in the open air – he'd just be careful how heavily he exhaled while he was in close quarters with her. “I'm going to take you to make up for that lost dress of yours – cause I'm a nice guy and I have a you break it, you buy it policy. Technically speaking, I broke it.” he answered her question as to why she was being abducted, pushing his sunglasses back so that they were perched atop his head, eyeing her in the corner of his eyes with a part of a smirk on his lips. Admittedly his good mood from earlier was evaporating, so his exuberance was a bit feigned – but he had a reputation to keep up.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 13, 2012 21:37:23 GMT -8
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Someday I know it'll all turn out
The brown eyed girl watched Lukas shut the door and then turn to look at her. All of a sudden she felt the hair on the back of her neck go up as the temperature rose.
Was she really getting hot under the collar just because of him looking at her?
Ana let out a soft sigh as she leaned back in her seat and got more comfortable - or as much as she could in LA heat with a smokin' red head next----
Oh hell she needed mental help.
"Huh?" Ana turned to look at Lukas. Whoops, she'd tuned him out. What was he saying? They were going dress shopping? "Right, sure that sounds like fun. I know a place to get some good deals on dresses." Ever the frugal spender, Ana didn't think for a minute that Lukas was offering. She'd tuned him out, remember? The car turned and twisted as she lapsed into silence for a moment, just watching the city spin past them. It was warm in the car, which was slightly surprising. Ana snuck a casual look towards Lukas. For the past few days Lukas had checked up on her. The snark had been on a minimum level actually. Ana figured that she had spooked him by showing up in trouble at his house at the crack of dawn, but he'd been a rock for her when she'd needed one the most. Ana was a prideful sort of person. The fact that she couldn't handle that situation alone didn't sit well with her.
That and she remembered all too well how she'd felt in his arms. THAT was discomforting on it's own.
She comforted herself with the fact that it was zombies that she had gone up against. Anyone would be scared about that, right? Right. Ana sat up a little straighter when they pulled up to the mall and she unbuckled her seatbelt. She still hadn't figured out how to explain that, except that she'd been mugged and the person who'd stolen her car had also assisted in blowing up the Hollywood sign. "So do you have another job coming up and you need me in another dress? If I'm going to another party to play Charlie's Angels, maybe I need one with a gun holster and a sexy slit up one leg," she joked.
Ana moved ahead of Lukas, balancing herself in the luxury car as she got the door open before him and headed out into the blaring sunlight. Birds were chirping, people were milling about, and the faint scent of sea and tanning oil was in the air. Ana took a breath and then let it out with a smile and climbed out, waiting patiently for Lukas.
"So, where to first Charlie?"
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DATE: April 15th, about 10 AM |
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Post by LUKAS MADELEINE on Dec 14, 2012 14:32:02 GMT -8
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When she asked him about the reasoning behind the gift, and if he was dragging her onto a job, his mind said 'Well, not yet, lucky you the next job is too delicate to take an akin-to-bystander', but his mouth said something entirely different. Hey, what could he say, after a while calling Rayna his old lady really did start to feel like she was his old lady. Change was nice.
“Ha, no. I just seem to be getting a lot of apology gifts lately and you're on the list. It just took me a while because I've had a fair bit on my plate.” 'You know. Week long jobs. Getting framed for destroying a law building. Anonymous calls for jobs that I still can't fucking trace. That sort of thing.' And that would be why a lot of his good moods were feigned, it was him going through the motions. Underneath he could feel the tension, blatantly ignored but still there. “And it is so not my fault I was negotiating with an idiot who wouldn't take no as an answer.” he added, the excuse he'd used a million times. And it was true - the whole thing was supposed to go a whole lot more smoothly, and Ana had never been meant to know he was there for something work-related – for her own safety at the very least.
That was long past, though, and he was about to eliminate her last excuse for complaining at him for it. “But if you want the Bond girl look anyway I think we can wing it. I'll even loan you a pair of sunglasses and a better gun – have the femme fatal thing goin'.” He couldn't exactly imagine Ana as anything close to a femme fatal – she wasn't subtle enough – but the image was an amusing one. Then again he preferred her not to be – he knew Natasha well enough to know the stereotype was very fitting of its name, and he'd never drink anything while near her again. No, he preferred the ones he knew wouldn't kill him in his sleep.
He watched as she slid out, and he leaned forward to tell the driver he was free to go for a while, and that he'd call when they needed to leave. He lid out of his side of the car, met by the slightly overcast sky which definitely didn't require his sunglasses, but they were lid down over his eyes anyway. He moved around behind the car as she spoke, shaking his head at the name. Well, it was better than Madeleine, still. He dare not say that – she'd start calling him it.
“I'll answer your question with a question. Do you have anything important to do? Because if not, honestly, I want to take my sweet time. Lets just say I have a personal interest in not going home for a good several hours, so I will suffer a shopping day if I have to. That includes buying extremely unhealthy food and window shopping if I have to. So we don't have to hop right to it unless you need to.” he responded, heading straight for the arching entrance of the huge mall.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2012 8:32:16 GMT -8
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Someday I know it'll all turn out
Ana was actually sort of glad that he’d coaxed (forced) her into shopping with him today. The weather outside wasn’t too terrible, it wasn’t too muggy or humid, and they were shopping. He said that the trip was for an apology present, but he didn’t necessarily have to have her there, right? And weren’t apology presents more for “Sorry I cheated on you, here have a diamond” sort of thing? She wasn’t sure, but hey, she’d take what she could get.
At this point it was obvious that he was oblivious to the fact that it was her birthday. She was fairly certain of it at this point and somewhat pleased. She wasn’t sure what Lukas Madeline would do to her if it WAS her birthday. All she could think of was the corny sombrero hat that her parents had made her wear on her twentieth birthday. That picture still hung on the walls of Happy Mexican to this day! Ana moved to stand on the sidewalk as the mall’s pretty buildings towered on either side of them. Imagine, all of this space, filled with nothing but things to buy. Her mind started to click through to what store she could go to, to find a “reasonable” priced dress. The pickings might be slim, but she’d find something. Ana had already decided that Lukas’s offer for the dress was null and void at this point.
Lucky for her, he didn’t have any other ‘functions’ for her to attend. “I’m kinda glad, to be honest. Your work might be exciting, but I don’t have the skills for what you do. Hell, I could barely shoot my gun without taking ten minutes to aim it perfectly when I first got it.” Ana plaited her hair with quick movements as they wandered over to a mall map. Once it was braided, she rolled it up and into a bun, pinning it there with a rubber band. Ah! Much better! Now that she didn’t have rope hanging down her back, she’d be alright. “Did you make your roomie mad?” Already she knew that Lukas could have been at fault – he pissed her off on a weekly basis with his smart comments. She was somewhat proud to know that she didn’t rise to the bait every time now that she’d gotten used to him. Only… half the time. Maybe a little more than that. But not as much as she used to! Thank goodness.
“There’s a dress shop around the corner, they have good bargains. We can wander and if you see something that catches your eye, we can stop in there.” It was odd, really. She was comfortable just walking around with her body guard. He was becoming a friend, and that didn’t make her as uncomfortable as she thought it should have. As if to prove her thoughts, Ana’s arm reached for Lukas’s and she casually linked them together and led him towards the store. Damn, he was warm. “I’m just gonna warn you now, I’m a bargain shopper. I don’t carry coupons or anything like that like a crazy coupon lady, but I don’t generally buy anything at full price if I can help it. Poor College Student Tactics 101, young grasshopper. One man’s clearance is another man’s treasure.” Ana relinquished his arm when they turned the corner and the store door came into view. Upbeat music played through the outdoor speakers as the cool tile lured in customers. She stood in front of the window, eying three mannequins in cocktail dresses with a look that could only be described as female glee. One dress was off the shoulder with a cascading beaded bodice that just screamed red carpet. The second dress was a fire engine red number with a slit up one side that could go to the hip and was strapless. The other was a short, sexy black number with a layered drop skirt and beaded neckline.
What really caught Ana’s eye was the 40% off sign hanging above the dresses. “Lukas, welcome to the jungle.” Immediately she darted inside and made a bee line for the clearance racks, oo’ing to herself as she flipped through different dresses. She flipped through dresses until a length or color caught her eye and then she’d hunt for the price tag. If it wasn’t within her price range set in her head, it was immediately pushed aside and onto the next! She found a slinky purple dress and held it up to herself and modeled in front of a mirror. She’d have no place to wear it, she mused, but at least it would look good! She almost felt guilty about it though. Did she really need an evening gown? No, but it was her birthday wasn’t it? She wasn’t going to guilt herself into buying something sensible. Oh no, she was going to find something that was cheap and gorgeous. (Unfortunately, those two adjectives didn’t go together).
TAGGED: Lukas. NOTES: Lukas, get ready, she's going to start putting you in suits next. =P
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Post by LUKAS MADELEINE on Dec 15, 2012 14:34:12 GMT -8
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Wasn't it nice when everyone seemed prone to blame him for the bad mood of everyone he knew? When Ana accused him of it, he lifted his hand to press against his chest dramatically, donning a hurt expression. “You wound me. I'll have you know I've been perfectly nice today. I'm guessing it's either special time or month or being laid up and unable to do anything has really gotten to her.” Or both. Or something entirely different, he wasn't sure. He couldn't be bothered pondering Rayna' attitude problems, however – why make an effort to get away from something if all you do is think about it, eh?
He remained comfortably quiet as she looped an arm in his and led him along (admittedly, there was a brief moment his hair stood on end and he stiffened at being touched because for fuck's sake why did everyone need to touch him because when they touched him they commented and tried to send him home with a thermometer in his mouth and chicken soup beside his bed and he was having none of it), telling him about the shop she was leading him to, and as non-thrilling as shopping seemed, it was relaxing enough. He supposed it was nice to do something normal after weeks of...of...something, he didn't even have a word for it. There was a small voice in the back of his said that said 'insanity', but he ignored it. Instead, before his thoughts could stray, he focused on what Ana was saying about her shopping habits.
“Sure, whatever you say.” he responded, having no plan whatsoever to look at price tags. Honestly, Lukas couldn't even comprehend the idea of 'clearance'. If he liked it, he bought it – cheap or expensive. It was a simple as that. Killing people paid extremely well, after all, and he had some of the best experts to launder his money through legitimate channels and into one of the numerous bank accounts under different names. Which was funny, because anyone who looked at where he lived and the shop he 'owned' would believe Lukas to be middle class at best, when the sunglasses he had on now had a price tag of around $200 alone. Let's not even consider the price the name-brand button-down dress shirt and pants he had on, or the Oxford shoes...his wardrobe alone could probably feed a third-world country. Oh well.
Lukas breathed a little inner sigh of relief when she let go of him, extremely grateful she seemed less inclined to make comment than anyone else who decided he needed to be touched. Her sentiment when she dragged him into the store amused him, as if he hadn't been through this before. “You act like I've never been shopping. Trust me, I've spent three hours as designated pack mule before here...if not more.” Yes, the boss' little girl liked to abuse the higher ups of their organization, he suspected just because she could. He remembered it distinctly. At least with Ana, he doubted he'd be hauling around thirty pounds of useless crap that she 'had to have because she didn't have that color yet'. That alone improved his mall experience by a lot .
The assassin didn't even bother to play by her rules – he did what he normally did. Looked for what jumped out at him. Hey, he was paying, he was damn well making an input – it was only fair if he could enjoy the view of what he bought, right? Right. He stayed nearby while she browsed, but his eyes – which while trained for being sharp for jobs, could have uses such as this as well – where traveling around the shop past all the other woman in the shop and along the hangars he could see. And he spied one, too, not too far from them – well, morelike he saw the red, and casually meandered over while Ana was distracted, pulling it off the rack to eyeball it. He approved – red with a black lace overlay of a floral pattern, just short enough of a skirt to say 'hey look at me' without giving away the good stuff.
As per usual, he didn't even look at the price – no, he just sauntered back to Ana, and held the dress in front of her. “Here, try this one.” Sweet, simple, and yes maybe a little demanding. He never said he didn't at a bit entitled sometimes. Nevertheless, his eyebrows were raised and expression expectant, having a distinct she was going to try and fight him. Which, he had his ways around that silly nonsense.
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Ana snorted lightly when Lukas made a show about his feelings being hurt. "Please Lukas, I think the only time I could even remotely hurt your feelings is if I insulted your family in a horrible manner. Lucky for me I'm not stupid or suicidal."
Was this actual silk? It was too bad, as she flipped to another dress. Silk made you wilt in the LA heat. Lukas disappeared somewhere in the store as she folded a few dresses over her arm that she thought might be suitable candidates in a deep green, purple, and black. The fancy dresses in the shop window that had originally attracted her in retailed anywhere from two to five hundered dollars! She didn't have that kind of money. However, this dress was fourty percent off, plus the clearance discount, so instead of a hundred and fifty, it was much, much lower and slightly more reasonable for Ana.
Ana started to wind her way over to a dressing room booth and put her clothes on the hanger inside. She'd start off with a few. After all, they had all day right! She'd need something to wear to her birthday party that her parents /thought/ was going to be a surprise party back at the restaurant. Just as she was about to close the door, Lukas appeared with a saucy red and black number that had her pausing. "Try this on." Ana had to admit, it looked good. "You and red..." She shook her head and took the dress from him. It was absolutely gorgeous! The beading across the front was fun and the hemline looked flirty. And it was only two hundred and fifty dollars! Two hundred and fifty dollars!? A little piece of her died inside and she could have smacked her forehead with the palm of her hand. "Lukas!" Her voice was soft as she flipped the tag over so he could see the price. "Lukas, I can't afford something like this, not even if I used all of my tip money from this week!"
He had the right to be demanding, but she had to be frugal. She was a college student, not a hoity toity celebrity who could drop this amount on a simple hair cut! "We'll have to put it back."
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Post by LUKAS MADELEINE on Dec 15, 2012 17:39:13 GMT -8
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“Could be worse. I could like green, then my head would look like a pasture.” Actually, he had dyed his hair green once...because he lost a bet, as was typical of things done to his body that he didn't want. Luckily he'd only been held to keeping it green for a week before pity was taken on him and he was allowed to turn it back red. And yes, it has looked like grass. It had been awful. He watched silently as she sized up the dress herself, but quirked an eyebrow when she palmed her forehead. When she began to complain about the price, the confused look intensified, and he opened hi mouth to respond at one point, but then seemed to decide against it.
Did she seriously think he brought her here to buy it herself? Didn't that...defeat the point of getting someone something as a gift to make up for something? He could only imagine Rayna's reaction if he told her 'Oh yeah by the way you gotta pay for this.' It was asinine, really. Then again, this particular woman was independent, and now that he actually stopped to think about it, despite all her bitching at him about the incident that destroyed her other outfit, she didn't expect him to pay for it. So, what, he was a glorified taxi and a pretty face? It almost gave him a giggle, honestly, and unwilling to start the money fight yet, he decided not to point out he was paying for it. Instead, he'd just get her to try it on, and if she liked it, genuinely, then they could have the money fight.
When she pushed the dress back towards him, he immediately held up his hands in a motion of protest. “No, no, look, okay-” he paused, thought about it a second, and with a wicked smirk, he stepped close to her, barely a few inches between them, and pushed his sunglasses back up on top of his head in time with the motion. He leaned over so that his eyes were level with hers, eyebrows raised and blue eyes lidded for the added effect, holding his face probably far too close to hers than should be reasonably comfortable. “just indulge me.” he finished, his tone much lower and more connotative than when the sentence started.
He was alarmingly aware of the close proximity but for once he didn't care. It was just too good. At least, in this situation, he was fairly sure she'd bee too distracted – whether with annoyance or fluster, he wasn't sure – to notice the heat that came off him in waves. It gave him a momentary shock of self-consciousness, knowing he'd literally stepped into a situation he so hated at the moment. Honestly, though, he couldn't think of a better way to be convincing.
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Someday I know it'll all turn out
Ana just shook her head at Lukas. "Green I look good in. Green for your hair... I'm not so sure. Although I'm curious what your /natural/ hair color is." The world may never know. Ana tried to push the dress back at him and he merely held his hands up in surrender. "Lukas!" Good lord, someone was going to round the corner and then they'd be classified as hoodlums making a scene! Or two young adults trying to sneak into a booth together. Good lord, this man was too distracting for his own good.
Ana didn't notice until it was too late that Lukas was moving for her. He leaned down, tilted those sunglasses up, and then got so close to her face that she could practically feel the heat off his body. Ana backed up and bumped into the doorjamb of the dressing room, the dress held like a lifeline in her suddenly numb fingers as she looked up at him. Her heart jumped up and into her throat as she looked at him. Her normally narrowed eyes went wide as he leaned down to be nearly nose to nose with her.
I can't breathe. Ana actually flushed pink as he purred out his request. "Just indulge me." His plan worked, the young sassy woman before him actually became flustered, and she was suddenly aware that she was dangerously close to melting into a puddle at his feet. "I-" Very briefly her eyes dropped and she swore under her breath as his mouth came into view. Dammit! "Okayfine," it came out in a whoosh of air as she ducked away from him and nearly spun into the dressing room, the door clicking with a quick snap.
Ana leaned against the wall, her breathing coming out in soft pants. Dear lord, what was this boy doing to her?! Ana looked up to see her image in the mirror. She was red all over! Calm down, calm down, he's just using tricks to get you to do what he wants! And... and it's working. Ana fanned herself as she put the dress on a hook and slowly began to strip, giving herself the precious time to calm down that she so desperately needed.
A few minutes later, once she saw that she wasn't red anymore (and after fighting the zipper that got stuck) Ana stepped out out of the changing room. She'd grabbed a pair of heels in black that were on sale for twenty dollars and slipped those on her feet before she'd walked out. The hem wasn't too high, thank goodness, and flirted a few inches above her knees. Ana ran her hands across the skirt of the dress, a slightly silly smile across her face as she admired the dress. "It feels better than silk on my skin." Dammit, why did he have to make her fall in love with a dress that she couldn't afford?! Ana wandered over to three mirrors set up at an angle next to the dressing rooms to look at the dress from all angles.
Damn red head for having such good taste!
"Dammit Lukas, why did you have to pick a gorgeous dress?" She muttered under her breath.
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NOTES: SEE! Lukas made the first move! HE DID! So later she can blame it all. on. him. So there!
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Post by LUKAS MADELEINE on Dec 15, 2012 20:35:56 GMT -8
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He'd wondered if he would get hit or not at first, but was far, far more amused by what actually happened. Lukas' only issues with being close proximity had to do with his...odd issues, and nothing at all to do with just being uncomfortable with typical physical closeness – and the various situations one could get in with being so close by extension. He was built to be comfortable with himself (that had hit some bumps recently, which was irritating at best), and he knew immediately that Ana didn't exactly have the same sentiments. This made it all the better. The assassin also wasn't what you'd call humble – he knew he had a pretty face, and it got him a lot of the things he wanted. This was one of those times, and he was extremely satisfied with himself.
He watched her retreat into the dressing room in a flurry to escape the moment, while he simply stood straight again, deciding to leave his shades on top of his head for now – eye contact was a big deal, after all, and if he wanted to keep up his game, he was better off leaving his vision natural. He waited patiently, and barely even moved when she finally re-emerged, skirting off to find shoes to go with it, remaining stood near the wall next to the changing stall, biding his time until she finally moved to the mirrors nearby. He had to pat himself on the back for the choice – she looked pretty good. Then again he didn't get conditioned to feign high class taste for nothing – normally he didn't like to reveal that unless he had to, though. Like when he was being paid to.
“Now.” He moved to stand behind her (not quite close enough to turn her the color of his hair again, though), leaning his weight to one side, his smug expression still intact. “Didn't I tell you I have a personal 'you break it you buy it' policy and that I broke it? Why are you stressing over money again?” he asked, lifting one hand to hold palm-up in a questioning gesture. “What did you think I was coming with you for? Arm candy to show off? Though admittedly I can be that, too, if you want.” he wiggled his eyebrows a little as he said it, knowing all too well she was still flustered. He dropped his hand back to his side, moving around to stand more to her side.
“See this is why I don't get it when no one believes me when I say I'm a nice guy.” he lamented in an exaggerated hurt tone. “And, if I do take you with me to any outings that may end bad-” -yes, intentionally worded vague because they were in public- “we'll have to leave that at home because it'd be a shame to not see you in it again.” Oh yes, he could play the flattery game, too. He was on a roll – he couldn't help himself. He knew he had this habit – when he knew someone was attracted to him, he would proceed to come on a bit strong. Why? Well, it was the mentality ingrained into him for years, that flirting and flattery got you everywhere, especially with a pretty face. No, he didn't have any shame about it, either.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 16, 2012 19:49:23 GMT -8
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Someday I know it'll all turn out
Ana looked up as Lukas approached her from behind. She could feel her skin start to heat again! Calm, just stay calm. Letting out a breath, she looked over her shoulder at him. The smug look on his face brought some of the spark back as she stopped thinking about his looks and settled on the sass that she was sure was about to come out of his mouth.
"Yes, I seem to... no, acutally I think I tuned you out on that break it buy it policy part. No one outside of my family has ever really bought me stuff before, just cause." Let's see, I'm not used to men buying me pretty things? She mused. Ana laughed a bit as he wiggled his eyebrows at her and she turned to face him more. "I don't have men offering to buy me things, so don't blame me if I'm a bit surprised at it."
Ana looked back at herself in the mirror and pulled her hair down. There was a bit of wave to it now, though that wouldn't last long, as she fluffed it a bit and arranged it to look better in the mirror. She actually looked like a lady. A sexy one with good legs. Maybe a salsa dancer? She didn't have the big flowing skirt, but she got that vibe and decided that she liked it better than frumpy college student. It was amazing how many people left you alone if you wore a pissed off expression and baggy sweat shirts to class every night.
Ana's merely nodded along with his last sentence until she realized something was amiss. "Wait, did you just call me pretty?" Ana looked at Lukas in surprise. Holy hell, that was a compliment! For a moment she wondered if he was after something, or if he was being sarcastic. But after searching his face for a moment, Ana couldn't see or think of a reason why he would act in such a way unless he meant it. After all, what did he have to gain from it? A slow smile spread across her mouth and she walked over to him and gave him a soft one armed hug. "Thanks Lukas." Feeling pretty and all sorts of feminine, Ana let him go and then looked back to the dressing room. "Do you care if I still try the other dresses on? Since you got to play dress up, I should only return the favor, Ken." Oh yes, she did just call him the Ken doll, with a coy smirk added and everything.
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Post by LUKAS MADELEINE on Dec 16, 2012 22:08:16 GMT -8
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He was amused how in disbelief she as at his compliment. Was it really that surprising? Eh...he guessed so, if he didn't have a reason for the gentleman act he didn't often employ it. Plus, he'd come to find she was just fun to rile up – his only other constant contact he could be more himself around was Rayna, and she was unaffected. And turned that nice, pretty, angry shade of red before she rebuffed him and it was fun.
“Did I? Fancy that.” he responded to her skepticism, still maintaining enough humor in his tone to maintain the image he normally had around her. And just like that any argument she may have against him about the incident at the party was null in void. Now the only reason he'd get bitched at would be if he created a new disaster – which, he seemed to make one every few days just from his snark, but those passed over well enough. It wasn't even like he lied – she did look good – it was just...he manipulated the circumstances to be in his best advantage. He was pretty sure his minimum job for Ana was to protect her, but he was an overachiever when it came to jobs – keep em alive and happy and maybe he'd be owed a favor himself, after all.
He was taken by surprise when he was met with an embrace, though his reaction to the contact was less negative than before – she didn't seem like she was going to pop out the comments others did anytime soon, so he suspected he could relax. It didn't stop the initial bristle when he felt the contact, though – he hadn't really been expecting it. What, did she not get compliments often? Weird – then again with her sass he suspected she scared a fair few people away. Considering he'd had a gun pointed at hi face a few times before, a little sass didn't really get him.”You're welcome” he responded, his apathetic attitude taking over and sounding entirely unfazed by the affection.
When she released him and spoke again, he couldn't help but scoff what she ended it with. “I'm starting to acquire a lot of nicknames. And no, I don't care if you try on the others. I have plenty of time and lots of experience playing the 'wait outside quietly and obediently like a good little lackey' game before, so go for it.” he finished, taking to leaning against a nearby wall to make his point. He was pretty sure he'd actually seen the inside of this store a few times while playing pack mule for daddy's girl...he'd blocked out most of it, though.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 17, 2012 9:45:13 GMT -8
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Ana rolled her eyes playfully as he tried to back track a little bit. "I'm pretty sure I heard some sort of compliment in there." She noticed this time that he tensed a little when she touched him. Ana quietly lifted an eyebrow at him before shaking her head.
"Don't worry, I don't bite that often." She glanced at his arm as if to say 'you know what I mean' before she moved to go back into the dressing room. She listened while he talked, the only thing in view being the bottom part of her knees. Ana shimmied into the next dress, the purple slink, before finding one little problem. She couldn't reach the zipper. Her arm just did not bend naturally that way as she managed to get it over the small of her back.
She knew the dress would fit, but she couldn't reach the blasted tiny thing!
"I'll try not to call you pack mule if I can help it." Ana wiggled a little more and then huffed. She was going to need help. Ana held the strapless dress to her front as she opened the door to the changing room and poked her head out. "Lukas, could you help me? I... can't reach the zipper." Those clothes people were catching on, making sexy dresses a two man job where you had to have help getting in (and out) of the dress.
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Post by LUKAS MADELEINE on Dec 17, 2012 17:17:05 GMT -8
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At least this wasn't like his few trips with the boss' daughter he remembered, when he'd been too worried what she'd go tell her father to step a toe too far out of line. Lukas knew Kravec was a reasonable man – but any father seemed to have this habit to lose their logic when it came to daughters. Yeah, no, it hadn't been fun. Besides the rare occurrence of being called to be bag toter, however, he didn't typically come here – unless it involved a job and that was even rarer. He snorted lightly to himself when Ana promised not to call him a pack mule, vaguely noting in his mind that he'd never quite been called that, but he knew that was what it was. No it was worded more like 'oh gosh you're such a gentleman for helping out little old me, I'm sorry to inconvenience you like this.' Which was total bullshit, she loved to inconvenience all of his boss' men for her own amusements. And none of the could complain.
His thoughts were interrupted when his charge cracked the door open, and he raised an eyebrow when she asked for help. So many jokes, so little time...he managed to swallow them, however, and nodded and he pushed himself off his wall. All the things he could do to harass her in this position, oh goodness. He managed to...mostly resist. For a bit. Or not quite at all. He reached over and with his right hand held her hair aside and with his left pulled a zipper up, and all seemed well and good like he was going to leave it at that. That was until he let go of her hair and with his hand so close to shoulder, he couldn't resist trailing the back of his fingers down her arm lightly, expression impish. “The workers are gonna start telling us to get a room if you're not careful.” he said lowly to accent the moment, and moved away, pretending he'd done nothing as he resumed his spot on the wall.
Toying with her was a good distraction from his own unease. He made no other comments for a small stretch of time, content to settle in his amusement at her flustered state. However, after a moment he realized he actually had a genuinely curious question about something she'd mentioned. “So does all this mean you never even had a proper boyfriend? And by proper I mean the ones that buy you gifts.” he inquired, tone disbelieving and just loud enough so she could hear. There was a level of hypocrisy in this question, seeing as Lukas hadn't really dated anyone...but, well, his job didn't quite allow him something like that. And false relationships where he posed as the nice boyfriend to get into the household and kill someone didn't count, nor did relationships meant to be a cover to maintain a 'normalcy' in his life – he'd obviously felt no attachment to them.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 18, 2012 14:59:33 GMT -8
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Ana left the door open for Lukas as she retreated back into the dressing room. She waited patiently as she faced the mirror. Once he came in her eyes found him in the reflection. It started off innocently enough as he pushed her hair out of the way and zipped her up. The dress fit like a glove and she let go of the top of the dress once it was secure, only to have Lukas deviate from the original plan.
His hand traveled up the top of the zipper, down her shoulder, then her arm. A shudder rolled up her spine at how warm his fingers were against her skin and she looked up at him in surprise when he issued his little warning. What!? He was... he was joking, right? The soft purr in his voice didn't sound joking to her. Again, she was struct speechless. Ana flushed a little more and dropped her gaze to look at the dress instead of at his face. She knew if she looked up, she'd be in trouble. That boy was too damn sexy for his own good, and Ana realized a little too late that she thought of him that way now. Why couldn't he just go back to being that annoying man she tried to avoid?
Ana wrinkled her nose as Lukas left as she fluffed out the full skirt. It went down past her ankles and covered her feet, so she walked out bare footed and stood in front of the mirrors. The zipper was invisible once you zipped it, but the dress still didn't compare to the one Lukas had had her try on. Pretty, but not pretty enough to make her want to buy it. "MmmMm, not this one," she muttered. Ana retreated back into the dressing room and then wrestled for the next five minutes to get the zipper down by herself.
Like hell she was going to ask Lukas to get her /out/ of a dress. Not with his little comment still hanging above her head.
The boyfriend question earned a soft sigh from the dressing room. "Not really no. There were boys I went out with in high school, but it never got past one or two dates before I got bored, as cruel as that sounds." Ana ended up wiggling completely out of the dress with the zipper still up and into the next one. It wasn't as form fitting, but it flowed with a classic fifties look that she liked in a soft navy color. She liked this dress, she had to admit.
"I want a man, not a boy who just wants to get my pants off in the back seat of a Buick." She opened the door to come back out into the open and looked the dress over in the mirror. "The last time I went on a date he paid for dinner and then expected me to pull my sweater over my head and let him have at it. Like I owed him a free motor boat session over a twenty dollar dinner that didn't even taste good. After that I pretty much decided that I wouldn't date until I found a man that I actually liked. Doesn't have to be perfect, but I want a challenge and a run for my money, you know?"
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DATE: April 15th, about 10 AM
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Post by LUKAS MADELEINE on Dec 18, 2012 17:57:07 GMT -8
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The assassin wondered if he should leave the girl alone now. It was just so entertaining teasing someone who was obviously flustered by it. Honestly, with her attitude towards him, he hadn't even expected the initial reaction – but now that he knew it bothered her he couldn't help himself. He now knew if he ever had any problems convincing her of something, exactly how to distract her into saying yes – or at least mumbling something in the vague direction of a yes. He could make n educated guess on the answer of the question he asked before she answered it just because of said reactions, as well – whatever boyfriends she had had, they can't have been any good with women, respect-wise or wooing-wise. He was not met with disappointment, either, when she answered similarly to how he predicted, and he lifted his shoulders in a shrug that clearly said 'what can you do' when she finished her speech.
“Ha, good luck. If anything I should vouch for my own gender, but...no, no matter what age they are their brains are typically only in one place. Well, at least 80 percent of them, anyway.” he responded, decidedly not specifying which percentile he was in, lest it sound as if he were attempting to sell himself to her – teasing, oh yes, she was going to get that from him, but not much more than that. She could guess which percentage he was if she wanted, but she wouldn't get a real answer. He was pretty damn sure he wasn't in that 80 percent though, just for the fact of his years of conditioning – if he was swayed by every pretty face and cleavage line displayed in public, he would have been drawn into so many traps, it wasn't even funny. It made him considerably defensive who he rolled in the sheets with – the only exception being the occasional job where he had to, but, well...job.
“The only challenge you'll probably get is to getting them to look at your face. And it's even worse when you're being talked up by one and you know exactly what is going on in their head because you're a man too. Now that is a recipe for awkward.” he added a moment later, knowing full and well he could plow through just about any conversation despite the aforementioned awkward. And yes that had been a story from personal experience – he'd been sized up like a slab of meat by the son of a man he was meant to kill a couple years back...it had been interesting.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2012 9:55:15 GMT -8
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Ana decided that she'd buy the dress and then splurge on the navy wedges she'd seen as they'd walked in. Like a bird of prey she carefully chose which would be the fattest, plumpest prize worth her time. "I think I'll get this one too."
Ana went back to change into her shorts and tank top and carefully put all the dresses back on the hangers and then left the dressing room. She put the discards on the rack right outside the door as Lukas mentioned what was truly awkward - being a man and being sized up by another man. Ana shuddered a little at the thought (moreso for dramatic effect on his part) before laughing a little bit. "I warned you at the party that you'd have people eying you and trying to rip your clothes off in some secluded place. I just didn't count on you attracting /both/ sides of the field."
Ana picked up the box of shoes as she motioned for him to walk with her to check out. "Although... I probably should have known better." She looked Lukas up and down in a way only women could before smiling again and shaking her head. Obvious physical appreciation on her part. She had to admit, Lukas somewhat fit the bill for her earlier sentiment. She'd wanted a man, one who was a challenge and could give her a run for her money.
Enter Lukas Madeline.
Ana's mind very nearly balked at that idea as she handed Lukas the red (and expensive) dress and got in the check out line with her purchases (because like hell she was going to let him pay for it all). Ana set her purchases on the counter as the bored looking cashier took her sweet time ringing them up. Ana's phone buzzed in her pocket and she ignored it as she got out her wallet and debit card to pay for her stuff. "Well, if it makes you feel better Lukas, I'll protect you from being jumped while we're here at the mall."
TAGGED: Lukas.
NOTES: Flirt flirt flirt!
DATE: April 15th, about 10 AM
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Post by LUKAS MADELEINE on Dec 21, 2012 18:59:57 GMT -8
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Hmm, should he tell her he wasn't terribly picky about gender himself and the reason he'd been sized up was probably because he gave some hint to this? Nah, that wasn't that important. “Sigh, the burden of being a piece of meat all the puppies want.” he declared in response to her sentiment that she should have known better, his tone long-suffering and leaking sarcasm out of every edge. He lifted his sunglasses off the top of his head and replaced them over his eyes as he said it, running a hand through his hair to make sure the shades hadn't messed it too terribly, lips twisted upwards mischievously as he did all this, almost as if he meant it as a dramatic accent to the statement. Lukas was only a little vain, honest...however you couple egotistical with vain and it tended to come off a little stronger.
He followed her to the check out counter, taking the outfit she handed him carefully and waiting behind her, letting her pay for hers first, taking a vague glance at his watch as he did. He resisted a groan when he came to realize it had only been a little over an hour since he left home, and all he could do was hope he could keep finding excuses not to go back. Responsibility be damned, there were a couple part-timers running the shop at the moment, they could manage. His charge spoke up as she paid, claiming to protect him while they were there, and the irony of the statement was not lost on him. Oh how quaint. He stepped up to the counter as her items were handed to her and pushed the dress towards the clerk, tilting his head to look sideways at Ana.
“It's always so nice when the human shields are willing. It really saves a lot of arguing.” he responded, hardly paying attention as he swiped his card through the machine and signed. The woman bagged the dress and handed it to him, and he joined Ana in heading for the exit. “I'd say lets get married again but I left my ring at home.” he added, holding up his hand in front of her as he said it, wiggling his fingers in a wavelike motion to display the lack of jewelry. For as much as he joked about being married – and how many times he had pretended to be in his life – actually being married was laughable. Unless he somehow managed to live old enough to retire from being n assassin, he wouldn't be allowed the 'luxury' of things like that – hell, none of them would. Though to be honest, he was pretty sure all of Libertine, himself included, were far too distrustful people for such silly bindings.
The thought wasn't followed any farther than that, however. “It's not quite lunch but do you wanna grab something to eat?” he asked, happy to try to make an excuse to piddle around more. Even if Ana ditched him he'd find another distraction – he'd visit his uncle, or hell maybe work – god forbid. He was still gathering information about his job in a few days, after all – anything was better than dealing with glares he hadn't earned. His patience was thin for it today.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 22, 2012 18:04:52 GMT -8
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The black headed girl in front of him merely rolled her eyes at him as she shot him a look over her shoulder. The cashier actually giggled a bit as Ana swiped her card and put in her pin number for her purchases. With a total of forty bucks sucked out of her account, Ana held onto her purchases like a proud parent holds onto their kid's hand for the first day of school. She leaned against the counter next to Lukas as he paid for her dress (which she was hoping to wear as soon as she could possibly find an excuse for). "You know, I could be a lot worse. I could be a beauty pageant queen who thought nothing but of herself and her ego and have you cart my stuff around. And whine and complain in a high squeaky voice. I'm probably the best meat shield you've had around in awhile."
Ana snorted out a quick laugh as he wiggled his bare finger at her. "Meet me at the chapel in the morning," She quipped back - equally as sarcastic as he was. The mention of lunch prompted a silent gurgle in her stomach and Ana shrugged her shoulders. "I can have the appetite of a teenage boy - food is always a welcome distraction. There's a Mexican restaurant around here somewhere. Then there's the Cheesecake Factory, the Crepe Maker, ah... Kung Fu Chinese place... then of course there's the questionable food court, but I really don't want to eat there. Last time I did, I saw funny things moving in people's hair."
She let out a delicate shudder as she linked arms again and walked him out of the store. "You know what? Mexican food. Margaritas are on the brain right about now." She could hold German beer, but hell, it WAS her twenty first birthday today. She could drink legally now and none would be the wiser! That thought perked her up a little bit as she led them across the way and to the Mexican restaurant. They'd just opened so they got a table on the patio outside with a huge ceiling fan, shade, and cheerful spanish guitar music. Ana swung the bags under the table and sat down, setting her phone on the table.
"So--" bzzt! The phone danced across the table as it vibrated wildly, the restaurant number appearing on the screen. "Uh oh, hang on." Ana swiped the phone's lock off and the moment she did, a cacophony of voices screamed shrilly through the speaker.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANA--" Ana bobbled the phone at the loud sound and it fell face up and turned itself onto speaker phone right in front of Lukas. The whole restaurant started singing so loudly that she wondered if people from space could hear the tune as she flushed a smothering red. "Happy Birthday to you~ Happy Birthday to you~ Happy Birthday dear Anaaaaaaaaaaaaaa~" Kill me now! "Happy Birthday tooooooo youuuuuuuuuuuu~"
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DATE: April 15th, about 10 AM
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Post by LUKAS MADELEINE on Dec 22, 2012 22:27:56 GMT -8
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There was a noncommittal sound made when she asked about where to eat, because honestly he didn't care he just needed a time killer. “You pick.” he had responded idly. He made no comment to the food court and how, quite honestly, he'd probably eaten far more questionable things. And that wasn't counting his few brushes with poisons. That was what happened when you lived off microwave food – or, when using New York as an example, living off fast food. His only good food back then had been the room services of the hotels he'd stayed in – he wouldn't lie that he missed it a bit, though. The place had the States' large section of their organization, but he was moved out to cover the west coast when they decided it was time to branch out.
He shrugged and nodded a silent agreement to her choice, following her to the place she'd picked, sending their waiter away with an order of Sprite after they were seated. Almost as soon as he hit the chair Lukas adopted his usual terrible posture, leaning back and stretching his legs out to the side, using the excuse of being outside to keep his sunglasses on – normally he'd be glared at if he wore them inside a restaurant. Barely after they'd sent for their drinks, however, his companion' phone buzzed, which was normal enough – until she flipped it open and it practically exploded with shouting well-wishers.
This was the trigger of a flurry of activity around them as the phone was bumped on speaker, and restaurants, always hopping to embarrass people on their birthdays, swooped in like vultures to a kill, singing, dancing, and stupid hats included. Admittedly he had an undignified moment ad he covered his mouth to keep from laughing as he watched the swirling colors of the dancing workers, knowing what happened when he breathed to hard. His hand was clamped over his lips for well of half the show before he finally regained control just in time for a piece of fairly plain but still complimentary birthday cake was slid onto the table, and was silent until the activity finally dispersed.
By the time the noise and clamor calmed down Lukas had managed to calm himself down and reached into his pocket, fishing out his false cigarette and lighter, putting on the usual show of pretending to light the stick. When he pulled back he was allowed to breathe like normal again, the puffs of what looked like smoke wafting into the air before it could hit anyone in the face and tell them it wasn't smoke. He looked like the cat who at the canary as he grinned at Ana, pointing at the dessert that had been placed on the table before they even got a real meal. “Look free cake.” he pointed out innocently, tone carefully maintained to sound as if nothing was amiss, but his expression said something entirely different. Something along the lines of 'This is amazing. Please don't stop. Call them back over, lie and tell them I didn't get to see it.'
“So uh. How old are you?”
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