Veronique Moreau (Apr 4, 2011 11:37:08 PM)
(This user has entered 24 Cherry Ave) (IP = 98.155.160.243)

James Laurence (Apr 4, 2011 11:37:42 PM)
(This user has entered 24 Cherry Ave) (IP = 67.249.52.12)

Veronique Moreau (Apr 4, 2011 11:39:19 PM)
[Lemme paint the picture and stuff.]

James Laurence (Apr 4, 2011 11:39:34 PM)
(ok hun)

Veronique Moreau (Apr 4, 2011 11:43:39 PM)
The two of them had cruised in Veroniques corvette for awhile, moving with the traffic of evening and in no rush to go whereever the thrall had decided to take him for she was to busy enjoying the idle topics of conversation they were having about whatever took their fancy. Eventually however, Veronique pulled the candy apple colored vehicle into the driveway of an old Victorian manor that was egg-shell white, one of the older houses in the garden district that had been turned into a duplex. The engine was cut as she looked over at James and smiled. "My place.." Chuckling the two words as she exited the vehicle.

Veronique Moreau (Apr 4, 2011 11:46:42 PM)
Leading him up a set of stairs on the side of the manor, keys still in hand, Veronique opened the door, stepping in. The keys were tossed in a small wicker bowl that sat upon a table in the foyer. "Make yourself at home, Im going to change..."

Veronique Moreau (Apr 4, 2011 11:47:05 PM)
[Incoming Room Description! Red Alert! Red Alert! lol]

James Laurence (Apr 4, 2011 11:47:19 PM)
Nice place my dear. *He chuckled in return as he slipped out of the car and followed close behind, but not so close he couldnt easily watch her swaying hips abit. As she said she was going to change he nodded* I shall be waiting *looking around*

Veronique Moreau (Apr 4, 2011 11:48:57 PM)
The 2nd floor of this victorian manor was quite spacious, its cathedral ceilings and mirrored closets assisting the over all feel of an open concept. Once inside and past the small foyer area, you arrive in the ample livingroom, the decor reminiscent of some morracan dwelling. There is no furniture to sit on, in its place are mounds of richly colored pillows assembled periodically throughout the room to lounge upon, harem style. The few wooden tables are fashioned with ornate etchings in the dark mahogany, decorative plates with scented candles as their garnish in lieu of lamps. A mammoth indian carpet covers the beige tiled flooring of the room, its colors matching perfectly with the plush pillows.

Veronique Moreau (Apr 4, 2011 11:49:26 PM)
Theres no wall unit to be seen for any TV or stereo though soft arabic music played, almost as if one expected a belly dancer to appear. Along the walls hang charming tapestrys with a varity of depictions on them, obvious antiques worth a pretty penny due to their age. The rooms windows allow a breathtaking view.

Veronique Moreau (Apr 4, 2011 11:49:41 PM)
To your left just across from the livingroom is a low table, eight pillows surrounding it to seat ones self upon while eating. The piece looks like it was right out of some ancient dynasty. The tables decorations are simple at this time, a chinese porcelin vase in its center with varying flowers inside. Further to the left is the kitchen, the cupboards a fashioned in a rich colored wood with greek engraving boardering them. A large island counter seems to give the illusion of seperating the kitchen from the rest of the open area, the counters themselves a lovely granit surface.

Veronique Moreau (Apr 4, 2011 11:49:53 PM)
The entire place had the aroma of old world. Clove and Cinnamon, two spices that in their day, were worth more then gold. Combined, the scent was delicious, making one feel like theyd just stepped back thousands of years, the surroundings pefecting the experience. [End]

Veronique Moreau (Apr 4, 2011 11:50:57 PM)
[Sorry, wrote it awhile ago... >_< I always get anal about writing room descriptions.]

James Laurence (Apr 4, 2011 11:52:25 PM)
*He arched a brow, shrugging to himself, it was different than that which he was used to, and he liked unique. Stretching and rolling his shoulders he walked into the living room slowly and found one of the assembled mounds of pillows and settled himself onto it, lounging on them comfortably while he awaited her return, he even removed the gun, holster and all from his waist and set it someplace unobtrusive.*

James Laurence (Apr 4, 2011 11:52:30 PM)
(its ok, its nice hun)

Veronique Moreau (Apr 4, 2011 11:56:11 PM)
Veronique returned wearing a loose fitting sheer white negligee to which she seemed oblivious to its revealing nature. Clearly it was something she was quite used to wearing, like one would wear a beat up pair of track pants and t-shirt around the house perhaps. "Wine or perhaps something else?" Flashing that smile of hers at James as she sauntered into the kitchen, opening a cupboard to fetch a couple glasses.