Will Barrett (Oct 31, 2011 8:47:11 AM)
(This user has entered {FQ} Cafè du Monde *DtF*) (IP = 88.67.125.121)
Isabella Perez (Oct 31, 2011 8:47:52 AM)
*Will's phone goes off, indicating a text message. "I am at a coffee shop in the Quarter, Cafe du Monde. Come have a scone with me, we'll talk."*
Will Barrett (Oct 31, 2011 8:52:14 AM)
*Receiving the improptu text message from Isabella, he finds himself in a predicament. He is wearing his work clothes and on his black BMW Crotch rocket. Rather than head toward the house and spend too much time getting changed, he drives directly there. He is wearing a black leather racing jacket and reinforced leather pants as well as a helmet and as he pulls up to the cafe, he places the helmet down and ensures that the silenced pistol is as well hidden as possible inside his jacket. He places the now empty backpack inside a small compartment of the bike and enters the place*
Will Barrett (Oct 31, 2011 8:54:54 AM)
http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sO1xVCMHS0s/TWeNmW61KiI/AAAAAAAABKI/MrNMDShLJLw/s400/17352-racing-leather-jackets-1.jpg
Isabella Perez (Oct 31, 2011 8:57:47 AM)
Isabella is sitting inside the somewhat heated coffee shop. Clad in a pair of worn jeans and a wide-necked shirt that exposes her left shoulder, she's in the same seat as before: the comfortable chair off to the side. In her lap is the book she seems to be carting around like a security blanket, open to a certain page. She looks up at the bell, and her eyes grow wary when she sees who it is.
Isabella Perez (Oct 31, 2011 9:01:03 AM)
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Will Barrett (Oct 31, 2011 9:01:47 AM)
*Will scans the room and sees Isbella in the back, same chair, same book. He strides towards with the grace of an athlete... as he gets closer, he smiles and slows his steps* Isabella *he unconsciously glances at the bared shoulder* I didn't get the chance to congratulate you fully on the audition... *he seats himself* You had the voice of an angel and the body of a seductress. *pauses* I'm glad I could help.
Isabella Perez (Oct 31, 2011 9:03:26 AM)
She smiles faintly at him and shifts a little to tuck both feet into her lap. "Thank you. When I first got up there, I was so nervous. I have never had to audition like that before, and it really gave me such a strange feeling. Please, have a seat."
Will Barrett (Oct 31, 2011 9:05:49 AM)
*Having already seated himself* You had me worried on that first number... nervousness as you said... but the second song was superb. *canters his head to the side* Billy seemed to like it. *uncomfortable pause as if remembering something* So what did you want to talk about Isabella... *lets the sentence drop*
Isabella Perez (Oct 31, 2011 9:07:45 AM)
She smiles and lifts the book off her lap, handing it over to him with the page open. Inside is an image of an unearthly beautiful woman, clad in what looks like a funeral shround. From her back sprouts a pair of ebony wings that shed feathers. Where the feathers land, fallen soldiers seem to rise back to life to follow her. "Do you believe in angels?"
Will Barrett (Oct 31, 2011 9:10:21 AM)
*Will licks his lips a bit as he furrows his brows in thought* I believe in what I can see *he takes the book anyway looking at it closely* and trust me... I've seen some strange shit *glances into her eyes* As to angels... I don't know... the world is shit... if there were angels... wouldn't the world be a hellova lot better place?
Isabella Perez (Oct 31, 2011 9:11:01 AM)
((brb))
Isabella Perez (Oct 31, 2011 9:15:46 AM)
She smiles faintly, but doesn't answer his question just yet. "What about demons? Fallen angels that were cast out of Heaven? Do you believe in them?
Will Barrett (Oct 31, 2011 9:18:58 AM)
*Will raises his eyebrows as if a lightbulb is going off and in a more conspiratorial tone* I saw the movie crossroads... I also heard your friend Paige say the words "no mortals allowed" when she and your friends went off to do satan worshipping shit out in the woods... I saw the road get swallowed up by the forest when I attemped to tail them *pauses* and I saw that you got wings... you part of this hippie cult that makes deals with the devil... that how you got the wings? *his hands are twitching*
Isabella Perez (Oct 31, 2011 9:21:45 AM)
She pauses, then starts to shake with barely repressed laughter, then suddenly falls into helpless giggles for several moments before she is able to contain herself. "Satan worshipping? Hippes?? Oh, how little you truly understand!"
Will Barrett (Oct 31, 2011 9:22:52 AM)
*blinks at her outburst* I looked into Amos and Samuel... I know Amos has cult ties... and that Sam fellow has ties to the local news media... I bet he's the one keeping your little cult a secret... *blinks* You trying to get me to join or something?
Isabella Perez (Oct 31, 2011 9:24:58 AM)
She is still smiling and shaking her head. "We are not a cult, Will. Nor do we worship Satan. What I want to do is open your eyes to the truth of things." She looks around at the others gathered in the early morning. "Not here. Do you have a car or something? I want to talk further, but this is too open a place."
Will Barrett (Oct 31, 2011 9:27:14 AM)
*Will furrows his brows* You asked me this last time we spoke here. *pauses* I am a very careful man and I don't make rash decisions *begins to stand* But I'm also curious and as I said before... I only believe what I can see. *extends his hand for her* I have a bike outside, you can ride on the back. *long pause* I'm ready to see the truth.
Will Barrett (Oct 31, 2011 9:27:49 AM)
(refilling tea)
Will Barrett (Oct 31, 2011 9:31:47 AM)
(back)
Isabella Perez (Oct 31, 2011 9:32:38 AM)
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Isabella Perez (Oct 31, 2011 9:34:05 AM)
She smiles and nods, standing up. Taking the book from him, she marks the place with a length of pale blue ribbon, then slides it into her purse. Slipping her tennis shoes back on, she swings the purse onto her shoulder and turns to him. "I have never ridden on a bike before."
Will Barrett (Oct 31, 2011 9:36:11 AM)
*nods and allows her to exit first* They are fast and dangerous if you don't know what you're doing... luckily I know what I'm doing... as am I fast... and dangerous *grins and will check out her ass as she walks out the door*
Isabella Perez (Oct 31, 2011 9:37:56 AM)
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Will Barrett (Oct 31, 2011 9:39:34 AM)
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Isabella Perez (Oct 31, 2011 9:39:42 AM)
She smiles and turns her head to look over her shoulder as she leaves, catching his look. "How strange. So am I." She slips the strap of her purse over her head and slides the bag around to rest against her stomach as she walks, wearing it cross-ways. Stopping on the sidewalk, she waits for him, looking around.
Will Barrett (Oct 31, 2011 9:40:04 AM)
*Will takes an empty backpack from the rear compartment of the bike, handing it to Isabella* It's safer if you put your purse in here *he then taps the back seat* Hop on and hold on to me tight... I ride like the devil *chuckles at his own pun* http://www.sinful-illusions.com/wiki/index.php?title=File:Bmws1000rr.jpg
Isabella Perez (Oct 31, 2011 9:42:54 AM)
She looks at the pack, then nods, slipping her purse off and tucking it into the backpack. Without asking, she swings the pack on over her shoulders, settling the straps tighter against her torso. Looking dubiously at the bike, she then shrugs and nods, waiting for him hop on, then settles on the back seat, looking around curiously. "Where do I put my feet?"
Will Barrett (Oct 31, 2011 9:46:12 AM)
*Will thought about telling her she'd have to wrap her legs around him, but that was obviously dangerous, he flips two little silver tabs on each side of the bike outward, then places her foot on the step* Right there *Will hops on the bike himself, glancing behind him* Wrap your arms around me... this thing is a beast. *He revs the engine but waits till she is holding him before pulling out*
Isabella Perez (Oct 31, 2011 9:48:35 AM)
She settles her feet against the pegs, tucking her knees up tight against her chest. One last adjustment to her shirt and the backpack, then she leans forward and tentatively wraps her arms around Will's waist, her head right at shoulder level.
Will Barrett (Oct 31, 2011 9:50:04 AM)
*Will pulls out and moves to the main road... once inside traffic, he ignores all road rules, zipping in and out of traffic at alarming speed, though it doesn't look dangerous... just graceful as if he knows how to react before a situation even arrives* 10/31/11 13:47:49 Will Barrett rolls 8 dice vs. diff of 6 to High Speed Driving: 10, 10, 1, 8, 4, 3, 8, 4, 2, 4 : 3 successes (10s Rerolled)
Isabella Perez (Oct 31, 2011 9:52:20 AM)
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Isabella Perez (Oct 31, 2011 9:54:55 AM)
After the first inital cry of surprise, her arms tighten around his waist and she clings to him. Before too much longer, she is starting to lean with his body into the twists and turns as he drives, letting her body relaxes behind him.
Will Barrett (Oct 31, 2011 9:57:26 AM)
*Eventually they make their way back towards his apartment complex, slowing down he enters the underground parking garage* My place is safe enough *driving down the little ramp he enters his area which has 3 parking spots. On the left is the familiar Audi on the right is a large SUV. He pulls into the middle spot. Holding her hand to his chest a moment, he sets the kickstand, then releases her hand and steps off the bike, helping her as well*
Isabella Perez (Oct 31, 2011 10:00:36 AM)
Her hair is a windblown mess as she steps off the bike, stumbling a little on weak knees. She reaches one hand out and holds onto the back of the bike, waiting a few minutes to regain her composure, while the other hand shoves her hair back out of her face. When she's able to stand fully, she reaches under the sleeve of her left wrist and pulls off a hairtie, using it to twist her hair up into a lazy bun. Smiling at him, she nods. "That was... interesting."
Will Barrett (Oct 31, 2011 10:03:11 AM)
*Will grins at her* If you ride with me again, I'll give you a helmet *indicating her windblown hair... he then furrows his brows a bit* If you'll excuse me for just a moment *he indicates that she should turn around then stops* Fuck it *he shrugs and moves over to the Audi opening the trunk and pulling out a set of motorcycle plates and begins to quickly affix them to the bike*
Isabella Perez (Oct 31, 2011 10:04:18 AM)
She blinks at him, then shrugs and shifts over to block anyone else's view of what he's doing, looking out at the rest of the parking garage. "That would be nice. Riding with you again, that is."
Will Barrett (Oct 31, 2011 10:06:28 AM)
*As he continues to affix the new plates, he has a curious look and smiles... perhaps she was taking a liking to him after all. He finishes up putting the old plates in the audi* Thanks for looking out but there's no need, security on this place is tight... and private. *he touches the small of her back indicating the direction of travel* C'mon the elevator is just here (room hop)
Will Barrett (Oct 31, 2011 10:06:41 AM)
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Isabella Perez (Oct 31, 2011 10:06:50 AM)
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