Isabella Perez (Jul 7, 2011 3:31:15 AM)
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Isabella Perez (Jul 7, 2011 3:41:38 AM)
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Isabella Perez (Jul 7, 2011 5:22:05 PM)
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Dante_Black OOC (Jul 7, 2011 5:25:32 PM)
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Dante_Black OOC (Jul 7, 2011 5:27:07 PM)
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Dante Blackston (Jul 7, 2011 5:27:46 PM)
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Dante Blackston (Jul 7, 2011 5:28:13 PM)
*Dante pulls up to Isabella's apartment in his newly painted pickup truck. The engine purrs rather than clonks like it used to, and he now has a tool case mounted on the back*

Isabella Perez (Jul 7, 2011 5:29:57 PM)
The front door is open, with the window in the screendoor open as well. The sounds of haunting cello music trips down the steps leading up to her balcony. A flash of silver glints off a sunbeam, then is gone.

Dante Blackston (Jul 7, 2011 5:32:27 PM)
*Dante parks the truck, glances up towards her window and hears the music, then moves to her front door, with one hand held behind his back* Isabella

Isabella Perez (Jul 7, 2011 5:35:09 PM)
Her head swivels at the sound of her name, twin daggers in her hands flashing to point at the door in a reflexive action before she recognizes the voice. Straightening up from the lunge she was in, she lowers her arms with a guilty flush, tucking the blades back into their respective wrist sheathes and snagging the towel off the arm of the couch. Dabbing her chest lightly, she smiles. "Hi. It is open, just remember to take off your shoes."

Dante Blackston (Jul 7, 2011 5:35:35 PM)
(are you naked)

Isabella Perez (Jul 7, 2011 5:36:52 PM)
((uh, no... sorry, she's wearing a pair of yoga pants and a spaghetti-strap tanktop... attention wandering, forgot to add that part >.o))

Dante Blackston (Jul 7, 2011 5:41:16 PM)
*Dante casually steps inside the house, removing his sandals, then taking in Isabella's sweaty body appreciatively, he walks close to her* Close your eyes, I have something for you.

Dante Blackston (Jul 7, 2011 5:43:29 PM)
(Dante is wearing cargo shorts and a wife beater... his muscles seem well toned)

Isabella Perez (Jul 7, 2011 5:44:51 PM)
Pausing with the towel against her, she quirks a brow at him suspiciously. One hand casually brushes against the hilt of one of her daggers as she obediantly lowers her lids, the towel clutched in the other hand.

Dante Blackston (Jul 7, 2011 5:44:53 PM)
http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SssYg43yhcw/TCG0l48kYiI/AAAAAAAAAQU/maOb-R6uJxE/s400/ryan_kwanten5-231x300.jpg

Dante Blackston (Jul 7, 2011 5:45:56 PM)
*Dante raises his hand and slowly touches her lips with something that smells wonderful* Open your mouth... please *whatever is on your lips feels soft*

Isabella Perez (Jul 7, 2011 5:51:47 PM)
The brow slides up even further, the hand on the towel tightening as the hand on the dagger spasms faintly, her face paling a little. Her tongue darting out to wet her bottom lip before she parts them.

Dante Blackston (Jul 7, 2011 5:51:57 PM)
*Dante nods and smiles a bit... As she opens her mouth he places this on her tongue ---> http://www.chihuahuachocolates.com/shop/images/our_images/turtle2.jpg

Isabella Perez (Jul 7, 2011 5:55:21 PM)
Stiffening, she starts to pull away, her eyes snapping open and her mouth shutting. She blinks at him for a moment of confusion, chewing slowly and swallowing. "What.... what was that?"

Dante Blackston (Jul 7, 2011 5:56:56 PM)
*chuckles softly* Chocolate Turtles... *paues* with caramel inside... I'm told women like chocolate... *furrows brows* some kind of aphrodesiac... *smiles* So do you like them?

Isabella Perez (Jul 7, 2011 5:58:27 PM)
"They are very... sweet." She runs her tongue around the inside of her mouth, then smiles shyly at him. "I think I do..."

Dante Blackston (Jul 7, 2011 5:59:53 PM)
*pulls the rest of the box from behind his back and hands them to her* For you *grins* So it's about noon now... we gotta get on the road soon if we wanna enjoy ourself *ponders* How long will it take you to get ready?

Isabella Perez (Jul 7, 2011 6:00:56 PM)
The towel flutters to the ground as she reaches for the box with both hands, still a little confused. Then understanding hits and she blushes. "Oh! Right, the um... I just need to, um... about 30 minutes?"

Dante Blackston (Jul 7, 2011 6:02:12 PM)
*nods approvingly* I'll just wait here *indicates couch*

Isabella Perez (Jul 7, 2011 6:04:21 PM)
She nods and starts to back towards the kitchen with the box of chocolates, stumbling over the edge of the rug before turning around to watch where she is going. A few minutes later, she reappears from the kitchen, sans the box. Heading towards one of the doors off the main room, she glances over at him curiously, then disappears into what is probably her bedroom, leaving the door cracked a little. (muffled) "So where are we going?"

Dante Blackston (Jul 7, 2011 6:06:18 PM)
*over his shoulder* You trusted me enough not to knife me when I offered you chocolates... trust me enough to let me surprise you *grins* bring a swimsuit... and maybe a CD of your favorite music.

Isabella Perez (Jul 7, 2011 6:08:06 PM)
Her footsteps echo around the room, along with the sound of wood scraping against wood. "My music is all out there, and on my iPod. Feel free to look through it for something you would suggest. I will be out in a little bit." The sound of a faucet being turned on whispers through the rest of the apartment before shifting to indicate a shower.

Dante Blackston (Jul 7, 2011 6:10:00 PM)
*Dante glances at her music selection and shrugs grabbing a few random CDs and placing them on the table... he glances back at the bedroom, begins to rise, then shakes his head and sits down*

Dante Blackston (Jul 7, 2011 6:17:26 PM)
*While Isabella is showering he takes in her apartment, memorizing every detail, especially the doors*

Isabella Perez (Jul 7, 2011 6:22:26 PM)
The scent of light scent of lemon drifts out from the bathroom, coupled with the heady smell of sage. After several long moments, the water slows and is turned off. Bare feet tapping lightly against the hard-wood floor indicate that she is back in the bedroom. A slightly heavier citrus smell drifts out before she finally reappears, clad in (( http://www.victoriassecret.com/ss/Satellite?ProductID=1265530588285&c=Page&cid=1308307888352&pagename=vsdWrapper *in the cobalt blue*)) with her hair secured in twin braids that hang down over her chest. Slung over her shoulder is a large purse, the cloth of which is covered in whirls and swirls of variating blues and whites. "I am sorry for the wait. I wanted to make sure that I had at least an extra change of clothes..."

Dante Blackston (Jul 7, 2011 6:25:28 PM)
*eyes go wide... then he shifts uncomfortably in his chair... his face turning slightly red* Um...er.. wow. You look amazing *stands up* Don't worry about the wait... it was well worth it. *eyes the door then pauses* Oh if you need to tell anyone about leaving just let them know you're with me... I don't mind... but I can't tell you where we're going

Isabella Perez (Jul 7, 2011 6:28:43 PM)
She nods, then heads over to the table just inside the door. Pucking up a sticky-note pad and a pen, she scribbles on it, then peels the note off and sticks it to the mirror at her eye-height. "Anyone who needs me knows where I live, and knows where the hidden key is to come inside. Mateo will be back shortly, but he comes and goes where he pleases." Leaning over, she picks up her iPod and docking port, checking the battery strength of both before slipping them into her bag. "All of the music that I usually prefer to listen to, I keep on here. Did you find anything you liked?"

Dante Blackston (Jul 7, 2011 6:30:39 PM)
*ponders* I enjoy blues... B.B. King, Z.Z. Hill... you know the older stuff... but I'm fine with anything really... *indicates door* after you? (room hop)

Dante Blackston (Jul 7, 2011 6:31:05 PM)
(This user has moved to On the Road) (IP = 88.69.246.123)

Isabella Perez (Jul 7, 2011 6:31:20 PM)
(This user has moved to On the Road) (IP = 71.48.249.247)