Jordan Malave (Jan 28, 2011 1:58:39 AM)
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Jordan Malave (Jan 28, 2011 1:59:07 AM)
*he would be over fairly soon making his way up to her condo and knocking on the door*
Jordan Malave (Jan 28, 2011 2:00:01 AM)
[[brb]]
Della Sweeney (Jan 28, 2011 2:03:36 AM)
Della lived on the top floor, the penthouse if you will, the newly built condo a 10 story building looking much like a huge chunk of raw crystal had dropped from the sky and landed in the core of the downtown district. When Jordan entered the building he was asked his name, which was logged in a book, and who he happened to be visiting by the security at the front desk. The man behind it, a rather plump, mid 40s balding redhead nodded and ushered him to the elevators which carried him up to the tenth floor. The tenth floor consisted of two apartments total, which hinted at the square footage of each apartment.
Jordan Malave (Jan 28, 2011 2:05:36 AM)
*ok he was definately impressed by the sheer size of the place if nothing else... waiting patiently at her doorway as he knocked once again*
Della Sweeney (Jan 28, 2011 2:06:55 AM)
Della rushed to open the door, Jordan able to hear her slippered feet slide across the floor on the other side as she did. "Oh that was fast. Good good..." Stepping aside to let him enter. "Come in.." The woman did not appear like she had when he'd met her before. Dellas hair was unkept and she was still in cotton PJs that were wrinkled and slightly disheveled. The dark circles beneath her eyes indicated she'd not slept. "Uh, take your shoes off and come on in.."
Della Sweeney (Jan 28, 2011 2:07:46 AM)
[Incoming description!]
Della Sweeney (Jan 28, 2011 2:07:48 AM)
The penthouse suite 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 in, 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. 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 run the length of the walls, floor to ceiling
Della Sweeney (Jan 28, 2011 2:08:11 AM)
allowing a breathtaking view of the city. 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.
Della Sweeney (Jan 28, 2011 2:08:20 AM)
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.
Della Sweeney (Jan 28, 2011 2:08:28 AM)
[Done]
Jordan Malave (Jan 28, 2011 2:09:15 AM)
*he would slip his shoes off, concern etched upon his features as he stepped inside. The place was amazing but he seemed completely focused on her at the moment* Hey are you ok? *he had on only a tshirt and jeans as he walked over to her and placed a hand at her lower back to comfort her*
Della Sweeney (Jan 28, 2011 2:12:58 AM)
As they stepped past the foyer and into the livingroom Jordan could see a bottle of pills upon the countertop and glancing at the name he would likely know they were used by many a trucker to stay awake on those long drives across states. She was most definitelty wired, the wild look in her eyes quite obvious. "Sit sit. Do you uh, do you want a drink? I have lots? Juice, Water, Milk, Soda, Wine, whatever.." The words spilling from her mouth.
Jordan Malave (Jan 28, 2011 2:13:59 AM)
No it's cool... *he would take a seat and pull her down gently by the hand to sit next to him* what's going on? You are fucking wired out of your skull.
Della Sweeney (Jan 28, 2011 2:22:26 AM)
She fell down into the pillows beside him, reaching over to place a finger upon Jordans lips. "Shh shhh..." As if it were so dirty secret she didnt want the walls to hear. "I cant sleep. I mean I can but I dont want to so I self-prescribed ok but its illegal and I could get in shit for it if anyone found out." Whispering her words.
Jordan Malave (Jan 28, 2011 2:23:54 AM)
*he would take her hand in his holding it gently* ok... why do you need to stay up so badly? *he had a sinking suspiscion what it was... she wasn;t the only one to lose sleep over the past few days but he wanted to be sure*
Della Sweeney (Jan 28, 2011 2:25:23 AM)
Her amber eyes widened as she continued to speak in a hushed tone. "Ok youre totally not going to believe me... no ones going to!" Her body tensing as she began to panic ever so slightly. "I think Im being haunted!" Della whispering the last words to the point they were barely audible.
Jordan Malave (Jan 28, 2011 2:26:28 AM)
*he was anything but skeptical. she would be able to tell that this was a man who could believe just about anything* why do you think so? You know what why dont you start at the beginning and then go from there ok?
Della Sweeney (Jan 28, 2011 2:29:53 AM)
Della nodded in agreement, taking a big deep breath before letting the words spew forth in what seemed like one long never ending sentence. "Ok so I went to the bistro, you know the one you met me at first.. but it was raining so I sat inside and Im sitting there having my coffee right and suddenly I realize theres like these two ladies staring at me so it kinda freaks me out but then I realize theyre staring at the wall behind directly behind me, I mean so close I could lean my head back and rest it on the wall you know? That close. So anyway, Im thinking cockroach or something but I turn around and look up and this piece of fucking chalk falls from nowhere into my hands and on the wall was written... oh fuck, uh, lemme grab it.. .I wrote it down somewheres..." And with that she was up like someone had lit a firecracker under her ass, searching for the paper.
Jordan Malave (Jan 28, 2011 2:31:47 AM)
*he would sit back and watch her. Carefully studying her body language to make sure it wasn't just the drugs effecting her. *he would lean back in his seat and take a deep breath*
Della Sweeney (Jan 28, 2011 2:35:36 AM)
It took several zips in and out of the livingroom and kitchen before she found the piece of paper, a series of sticky notes infact, that had been stuck to the fridge so she wouldnt forget where they were... "Uh uh.. ok here: Mrs. Joseph Maggio will sit up tonight. Just write Mrs. Toney." Della coming back to the pillows of her livingroom and flopping back down beside him. "And the chalk like I said falls into my hands from nowhere! Nowhere! and it starts squirming, Jordan! I fucking swear to god it was moving so I dropped it on the floor cause it scared the shit out of me..." Stuffing her sticky notes up against him to read for himself. Also on the paper was a few other things mentioned. The Axeman and Hell, March 13, 1919 Esteemed Mortal and another name, edith boggs. "So I got up to leave but the ladies who were staring at me right, they got up two and started talking about some crazy shit, I dont even remember, but like that the devil was coming or something..."
Jordan Malave (Jan 28, 2011 2:38:21 AM)
Fuck.... look I'm sorry and I don;t know how you got dragged into this but your're not crazy. I think it might be spirits, but there is a lot of shit that goes down in the world you're not aware of. this is just one of those things, and I thought it was only effecting certain people but it looks like its jumped some. Haveyou been having nightmares too?
Della Sweeney (Jan 28, 2011 2:39:36 AM)
"And so Im waiting to pay my fucking bill and the waitor is taking forever and then the speakers, they start talking to me.. no one else heard it. NO one. I looked around and like, everyone was just eating and talking like fucking normal. The fucking devil was talking to me, Jordan!! And Im not even religious!" Those gorgeous and rare colored amber eyes pleading with him. "Im fucking cursed or something!.. wait what?" His words finally sinking in. "You know about this?"
Jordan Malave (Jan 28, 2011 2:41:01 AM)
*he nodded his head slowly in the affirmative* not exactly but i know of it... what did the voice say to you? *he placed a hand on her thigh trying to comfort her*
Della Sweeney (Jan 28, 2011 2:42:45 AM)
He could see she his touch almost made her crawl out of her skin as Della backed away from him as much as possible upon those floor pillows they happened to be sitting upon. "What do you mean you know about it? How the fuck do you know about it?" Wait.. did you do this? Did you fucking curse me?!" She was still whispering but there was a serious tone of suspicion within her voice now. "This happened after I met you... oh my god... this is your fault!?"
Jordan Malave (Jan 28, 2011 2:43:40 AM)
No no no.... hey calm down... I didn;t curse you ro anything like that it's just a coincidence. Tell me what the voice said... what did it tell you?
Della Sweeney (Jan 28, 2011 2:46:14 AM)
Della scrambled to her feet, tripping over a slipper which happened to come off as she did. "This is your fault. It has to be! This isnt a fucking coincidence... nono, this shit doesnt happen, Jordan. That or... are you fucking with me? Is this some.. some fucking experiment? Oh my god, is this that secret shit going on at work? Holy fuck are you working for them!" Throwing the pieces of paper at him which went oh, about an inch from where she was, not even remotely making it to Jordan.
Jordan Malave (Jan 28, 2011 2:47:34 AM)
DELLA! Calm the fuck down ok.... come on snap out of it. I need to know what the voice said to you... I promise I can help you but only of you let me. *he would get to his feet and hold a hand forwards toward her in a comforting gesture*
Della Sweeney (Jan 28, 2011 2:50:11 AM)
The redhead slipped into the kitchen, keeping the counter island between them now as she eyed him suspiciously. "It said it was going to kill a bunch of people on Tuesday at 12:15 if they didnt have jazz playing or something..." Folding her arms over her plump breasts in a defensive posture. "and that it had killed before and the cops havent figured it out, blaming some ficticious criminal..."
Jordan Malave (Jan 28, 2011 2:51:46 AM)
Fuck.... *he would sigh and take a deep breathbefore placing his hands on the island. She could tell by the look on his face this was something much bigger then what he was prepared for.* Look I need to tell you something and you can;t tell anyone ok? But this is the only way i can really talk to you about what's going on....
Della Sweeney (Jan 28, 2011 2:52:40 AM)
Della nodded, saying nothing more. She was far to busy making sure to keep the island between them and what he was now physically doing then trying to talk to him.
Della Sweeney (Jan 28, 2011 2:52:46 AM)
[PMs :P]
Jordan Malave (Jan 28, 2011 2:53:27 AM)
[lol sorry!]]
Jordan Malave (Jan 28, 2011 2:55:33 AM)
Look there are people in the world with higher perceptions then others... they can see things beyond the normal range of what's normal and do things others would consider... i dunno... a big fucking deal really. they just know how the universe really works and one day they wake up from sleeping. Like your whole life youre asleep and then one day bam... you wake up and see the wierd shit aorund you that has always been there... you get me?
Della Sweeney (Jan 28, 2011 2:58:43 AM)
A reckless hand brushed through her mess of red curls a moment as Della tried to think, listening to his words. "Like what? Psychics and stuff? Mediums?" The womans shoulders sinking alittle as she began to ease. "Then why did it happen right after meeting you? You who know about this shit? Why huh?" Still suspicious of him but, the redhead was thankfully calmer about it now.
Jordan Malave (Jan 28, 2011 3:00:49 AM)
The universe has a plan... That'sthe only way Ican explain it really. When one of us awakens there is always someone nearby to kind of witness and guide them along. It just happens that way I can't tell you why. *shecould tell he was being completely honest with her.... I mean reallycould he say this shit with a straight face if he wasn't*
Della Sweeney (Jan 28, 2011 3:03:05 AM)
Her eyes opened wide again as she decended upon him, her fists clenched, punching at his arms and chest. "So it is your fault!" Like some wild animal she went at him, having lost control thanks to medication, sleep deprivation and sheer terror of what had happened.
Jordan Malave (Jan 28, 2011 3:05:24 AM)
*aftera few flails he would grab her tightly holding her arms and wrestling her to the ground as he pinned her beneath him* No it;s not... I'm here to help you....jesus fucking christ you need to stay off the fucking drugs ok? Now look... I can do Magic, or higher science... or tap the universal consciousness or whatever the fuck you want to call it.... and something inside of you wants to open your eyes and do it to, and thats why the universe sent me here.... its to help you. get it?
Della Sweeney (Jan 28, 2011 3:07:53 AM)
Della suddenly broke into tears, her body going limp beneath him as she gave up the fight, now simply a trembling, blubbering female. "I dont want this, Jordan. I dont want this. Take it back... please? Please take it back..." Whimpering at him as the tears streamed down the sides of her face, into her hair.
Jordan Malave (Jan 28, 2011 3:09:41 AM)
*he would release her hands and cradle her face lovingly* I'm sorry I dont have any control over that... but Ican help you deal with it hon.... *he leanedin and kissed her forhead tenderly* Its ok I promise... it really is the greates gift in the world despite everything.
Della Sweeney (Jan 28, 2011 3:13:17 AM)
She said nothing for a time, sitting up and crying into her hands a little while before she attempted to gain her composure, wiping her tears away with the sleeve of her PJs. Swallowing hard, Della looked at Jordan now, her lip trembling alittle as she spoke. "What about next Tuesday? Is it going to kill me, Jordan?" Della on the verge of losing herself to sobs once more. "Why did it come to me, Jordan? I mean it did.. the chalk, the voice...it was addressing ME."
Jordan Malave (Jan 28, 2011 3:14:56 AM)
It wants you to help people... *he smiled* *he would straghten out her hair some. fingers moving through it to make her more presentable before adjusting her pjs slightly* It was trying to warn you...
Della Sweeney (Jan 28, 2011 3:17:13 AM)
Della blinked heavily, the crying and anger having exhausted what little energy she'd had to remain functional. "But why would it want me to help people if its just killing them? It doesnt make sense?" The redhead now leaning against him as she remained seated on the cool tile of her kitchen floor.
Jordan Malave (Jan 28, 2011 3:18:42 AM)
*he would give her cheek a small kiss* These things don;t always make sense... sometimes the lines get xrossed and these things dont communicate well... but the universe wantsyou to help.... and though the thing might be killing shit or whatever the bigger picture is that it was put in your path so you could do something about it.... does that make any sense at all?
Della Sweeney (Jan 28, 2011 3:22:12 AM)
The sleep deprived woman sat there for some time trying to gain the understanding she would normally have if she hadnt been awake for a few days now. "..kinda.." Her voice weak. Using him for leverage, Della struggled alittle to get to her feet before she shuffled across the kitchen floor to the fridge, opening it to pull out a pitcher of water. She poured herself a glass and headed toward the pill bottle on the island counter. "What about you? You said you knew... what do you know about the Axeman?"
Jordan Malave (Jan 28, 2011 3:23:28 AM)
nothing yet... it;s been giving me nightmares for a couple of days... I need to look into it. I didnt know so much as know of... but you should get soem sleep... want company?
Della Sweeney (Jan 28, 2011 3:25:49 AM)
Della snatched the pill bottle up off the counter, looking at it before she popped the cap off. "Im not sleeping. No way..." Shaking her head which made her body sway ever so slightly, as if it had caused her to lose balance. "You can sleep.. Im not sleeping. Im not having nightmares. Hes not coming to me in my dreams, nah uh.."
Jordan Malave (Jan 28, 2011 3:28:14 AM)
*He walked over to her and took her hand gently. holding the pill bottle* look you gotta cus this shit out... it's no good for you. I'll look out for you ok?
Della Sweeney (Jan 28, 2011 3:30:52 AM)
He could tell she was close to passing out, Dellas eyes blinking repeatedly as she spoke. "You'll stay awake and watch over me?" Pulling him with her to the livingroom, the pills forgotten about, and plopping lazily down into her comfortable mound of pillows. "You promise you wont fall asleep?" Those amber eyes searching his as if she was watching to catch him in a lie.
Jordan Malave (Jan 28, 2011 3:31:57 AM)
I'll do even better then that... I'll stay awake and be with you in your dreams... how does that sound? *he smiled at her as he plopped down next to her on the pillows*
Della Sweeney (Jan 28, 2011 3:33:59 AM)
She really didnt catch what he had said, merely nodding in agreement simply because the sound of him keeping her safe was appealing enough. The glass of water set aside upon one of the tables, Della lowered herself to lay her pretty little head in his lap, her body sprawling out on the pillows. "Dont you fall asleep.. " Mumbling her words as her eyes closed.
Jordan Malave (Jan 28, 2011 3:35:11 AM)
*he would stroke her hair gently as she drifted off. focusing on the smallstrokedagainst her scalp he would slip off into her dream with her*
Della Sweeney (Jan 28, 2011 3:36:25 AM)
[He can do that? Cool! ]
Jordan Malave (Jan 28, 2011 3:36:34 AM)
[[ok so skip to am or rp the dream?]]
Della Sweeney (Jan 28, 2011 3:36:43 AM)
[Are you going to bed anytime soon?]
Jordan Malave (Jan 28, 2011 3:36:51 AM)
like an hour]]
Della Sweeney (Jan 28, 2011 3:37:40 AM)
[Then we can stop if you want or skip to AM. Either way if you only gotz an hour *nodnod*]
Jordan Malave (Jan 28, 2011 3:37:57 AM)
[[kk]]
Della Sweeney (Jan 28, 2011 3:38:05 AM)
[Which would you prefer?]
Jordan Malave (Jan 28, 2011 3:38:26 AM)
[[lets skip and say she only vaguely remembers the dream and him being in it?]]
Della Sweeney (Jan 28, 2011 3:38:43 AM)
[OK. Did she dream anything specific?]
Jordan Malave (Jan 28, 2011 3:39:00 AM)
;;nah he was just there to keep her company]]
Jordan Malave (Jan 28, 2011 3:39:19 AM)
[[ lets play some breakfasts and her well rested! heheh]]
Della Sweeney (Jan 28, 2011 3:39:22 AM)
[Ok sounds good to me!]
Jordan Malave (Jan 28, 2011 3:40:27 AM)
*She would wake up to his face watching her.A slight smile on his lips* hey you.... good morning. Sleeo ok?
Della Sweeney (Jan 28, 2011 3:42:50 AM)
It was early am when Della awoke accidently, her body having rolled off the pillows, startling the already paranoid woman to waking. Squinted amber eyes forced themselves to focus as a hand came up to hold the side of her head, Della squinting from the headache pain she was feeling. "Yeah.. I think so.." Sitting up sluggishly. "Oh my god my head feels like its going to explode..."
Jordan Malave (Jan 28, 2011 3:44:35 AM)
*he would sit up and grin at her* where do you keep your asprin huh? *getting up from the cushions he would stretch out and yawn a bit.*
Della Sweeney (Jan 28, 2011 3:47:31 AM)
Della shook her head, waving a hand at nothing specific before it fell into her lap. "I dont have any. I usually dont take anything believe it or not. Just.. with everything thats happened I.. uh, yeah.. prescribed myself something to stay awake.." He could tell she wasnt a morning person, the redhead struggling to wake up more as she got to her feet. "Im going to go have a shower. I stink and havent had one in two days..." Shuffling across the floor, she called out over a shoulder. "Help yourself to whatevers in the fridge.." Disappearing into the bathroom.
Jordan Malave (Jan 28, 2011 3:48:24 AM)
*he would follow her into the bathroom* hey houw about i give you a bath huh? *he smiled at her and leaned against the doorframe*
Della Sweeney (Jan 28, 2011 3:51:45 AM)
She shook her head, stripping off her PJs and tossing them into the wicker laundry hamper that was off to one side of the bathroom. "Nono, shower.. need.." The womans naked figure was quite something, her pale milky freckled skin without a scar or blemish, Della having all the right curves and Tada! She was definitely a real redhead with her tiny, manicured strip of red pubic hair in plain view as she reached into the shower to turn it on and wait for the hot water before looking at herself in the mirror and groaning.
Jordan Malave (Jan 28, 2011 3:53:30 AM)
*he would stand there and watch her for a moment. Eyes locked on her vare form as he smiled and shook his head slightly* you kno even a mess you're one hot woman.... *smiling at her as she stood there in the shower* I'm going to get out of here before I attack you... *he let out a small sigh and turned to leave the room*
Della Sweeney (Jan 28, 2011 3:57:38 AM)
Della was far to tired and far to hungover from uppers to even think about what Jordan had said, the redhead stepping into the shower, slidding the fog glass doors closed behind her. She wasnt in there for to long, perhaps 10 minutes before Jordan could hear the water shut off and Dellas toweled form scampering from the bathroom to her bedroom in a flash. It was another 5 minutes before she came back into view wearing a pair of tailored black slacks that fit her figure perfectly, and a tight white sweater, its knitting see through enough he could make out the lace bra she happened to be wearing beneath it. "Ok.. coffee... in much need of..." Giving Jordan a small smile as she moved into the kitchen.
Jordan Malave (Jan 28, 2011 3:59:28 AM)
*by the time she got out the coffee was brewing and the pleasant smell of bacon was filling the air as he stood in her kitchen.* his eyes drifting over to her and a smile forming on his lips* Feeling better now doll? How do you like your eggs anyway?
Della Sweeney (Jan 28, 2011 4:02:09 AM)
As she took in her surroundings, realizing Jordan was making them breakfast, Della couldnt help but smile, shuffling over to him to bury her face against his shoulder. "Thank you." Was all she said before taking the spatula away from him and wrapping his arms around her while she did the same. "You dont do this often do you?" Her gaze focused on Jordans.
Jordan Malave (Jan 28, 2011 4:03:44 AM)
nope... *he smiled at her and hugged her tightly to him giving her head a small kiss* Dont go telling anyone either or i'll kill you. *he let out a soft chuckle and enjoyed the smell of her hair and the feel of her body against him*
Della Sweeney (Jan 28, 2011 4:07:09 AM)
Handing the chef back his tool, Della smirked and walked away from Jordan into the foyer, snatching up a laptop bag from under a small decorative table. "I need to look some things up..." Looking to the cook in her kitchen before she moved into the livingroom where she could watch him and sit among her pillows comfortably. With the laptop now stationed on her lap and open, Red began to type furiously or perhaps she was simply a quick typer.
Jordan Malave (Jan 28, 2011 4:09:21 AM)
*he would continue to prepare breakfast for them. About ten minutes later he would be done and make his way over to the carrying the plates and glasses of juice and coffee. From the way he moved it was obvious he had been a waiter at some point. Moving over to her he would sit down beside her and look at what she was doing* whatcha doin?
Della Sweeney (Jan 28, 2011 4:11:53 AM)
Her attention was focused solely on whatever she happened to be reading and when Jordan would gaze at the screen he would see she was reading about The Axeman of New Orleans. It was a large article, talking about murders that had taken place in the early 1900s. "Holy shit..." Looking to him anxiously before she handed it over to him to read. "Hes real.. I mean was... or is.. " The wheels in her head churning.
Jordan Malave (Jan 28, 2011 4:13:18 AM)
*setting the stuff aside he would take the computer and begin to skim through the article. Reading a few lines before nudging her with his shoulder* eat you... you need it. *then going back to read up on the old news stories*
Della Sweeney (Jan 28, 2011 4:13:39 AM)
[you read the article saff posted?]
Jordan Malave (Jan 28, 2011 4:14:05 AM)
[[nope got the link?]]
Della Sweeney (Jan 28, 2011 4:14:14 AM)
[ http://www.prairieghosts.com/axeman.html ]
Della Sweeney (Jan 28, 2011 4:16:00 AM)
Della helped herself to a healthy amount of food, munching as she watched Jordan read the article. "I mean it sounds like some scare tactic by mafia or something to make people pay up or to get back at people for not paying up but still.. I mean.. what if it is a ghost? Or... a ghost now?" Biting into a piece of bacon.
Jordan Malave (Jan 28, 2011 4:22:10 AM)
It could be his spirit back for revenge or a ton of other things.... Ineed to do some research before I can evenbegin to have a clue honestly. *he shrugged a bit and set the computer aside*hows the food? *he wouldtake his juice and drink a big swig before munching on some bacon*
Della Sweeney (Jan 28, 2011 4:25:12 AM)
Her mouth was to full to reply with anything spoken, Della nodding frantically to indicate she was enjoying it. She smiled big and broad, chuckling at herself for being a bit of a glutton but thats what happens when youve neglected to eat and someone suddenly cooks an awesome meal for you! The last bit chewed and swallowed, she spoke, nodding toward the laptop. "So you said people were having dreams last night.. you know others who've been having dreams? What are the dreams about?"
Jordan Malave (Jan 28, 2011 4:26:58 AM)
horrible shit.... I can't ever remember anything specific but it's always enough to fuck up my sleeping for the next couple of days... *he looked over at her* I'm pretty sure its not an accident you happened to get this message at the same time. This is somedeep shit really.
Della Sweeney (Jan 28, 2011 4:28:28 AM)
"Well, what kind of stuff, Jordan? I mean, do you think the two are related? What makes you think they are?" Her gazer pleading with him to share. "I mean come on.. you have to tell me. I need to know just as much as you do, especially if Im supposed to like.. stop him or whatever.."
Jordan Malave (Jan 28, 2011 4:30:12 AM)
Look we will look into it together ok? this all just started happening and up untill a night or two ago i thought i was just having flashbacks.... *he said it with a slight detachement to his voice* You want meto stay with you till we figure it out? *he smiled at her and slid a hand to her thigh*
Della Sweeney (Jan 28, 2011 4:32:39 AM)
"Well if you want us to work together to figure it out, you need to tell me what youve been seeing in your dreams." Della slipping her hand under his so that she could hold it gently. "And you can stay if you want. Just surprised you would want to. Doesnt seem to be your type of thing to do with someone." Looking the hustler over with a keen eye though she gave him a soft smile.
Jordan Malave (Jan 28, 2011 4:34:30 AM)
It's not and I'm not saying this makes us like a thing or anything yknow.... but I really do like you lots and I feel like we're supposed to do this together and I'm worried about you doll. *he would hold her hand in his and squeeze it gently* I need to pay more attention next time i dream.... iusually shut it out honestly.
Della Sweeney (Jan 28, 2011 4:36:59 AM)
She finished off her plate, downing the rest of the juice before speaking to Jordan again, leaving the subject. She knew he was what he was and that the chances were good she was merely a passing fancy. You couldnt change a man who didnt want to change and she wasnt about to try to work miracles. "So what kind of flashbacks do you have?" Curious to know what he'd meant. "Were you in the military or something?"
Della Sweeney (Jan 28, 2011 4:37:14 AM)
[need to get to bed?]
Jordan Malave (Jan 28, 2011 4:38:35 AM)
Yeah... I wasnt always the happy lil faggo you see before you. *he smiled at her and dropped his guard some* Iraq and afghanistan... couple years back. It's how i got into gambling really... to cope. *his fingers traces small litle outlines against the tips of hers*
Jordan Malave (Jan 28, 2011 4:38:45 AM)
[[nah im wide awake sadly hahah]]
Della Sweeney (Jan 28, 2011 4:38:54 AM)
[lol ok]
Della Sweeney (Jan 28, 2011 4:41:39 AM)
Though she had asked the question herself, Della seemed actually surprised he'd been in the military. "You definitely dont strike me as someone who would do that but.. " Giving a light shrug as her eyes moved down to watch his fingers, the sign of his effection making the redhead smile alittle. "So the dreams have been bad enough to make you think on the things you saw during your time in the military. Would you lay wager they were dreams of this axemans murders?"
Jordan Malave (Jan 28, 2011 4:44:04 AM)
probably.... *he sighs* unfortunately i see alot of death when i dream. So it's hard to know for sure... there are others like me though... we can talk to them and see what we can find out yknow? Wow I feel like we're partners already... *he smiled at her and chuckled a bit*
Della Sweeney (Jan 28, 2011 4:47:53 AM)
"Who? You know others who are dreaming? How do you know them?" Her confusion obvious. Letting his hand go, Della rose with the empty plates and glasses in hands, to bring them into the kitchen. "I thought you liked doing things solo?" Chuckling her words as she rinsed the items off in the sink before loading them into the dishwasher. "Im starting to think you actually like me beyond just fucking." Smiling at him from the other side of the counter as she stood there looking at him from a distance.
Jordan Malave (Jan 28, 2011 4:49:15 AM)
*he would get up and move behind her. Slipping his hands around her waist and resting them on the flat of her belly as he gave her neck a soft kiss. *his hips pressed to her firm ass as strong arms held her close to him* and what if i did huh? what then?
Della Sweeney (Jan 28, 2011 4:52:10 AM)
Della would turn around in his arms to face him, leaning back alittle so that she could look Jordan in the eyes. "I wouldnt believe you." Giving the gambler a smile before she took him by the arm and led him back into the livingroom. She almost sat before a thought came to mind. "You know, we could always go to the library or even go to department of records and look some things up about this. If it means what it says....we only have til Tuesday..."
Jordan Malave (Jan 28, 2011 4:54:05 AM)
Sounds good... How about we head there soon as i take a shower? *he would pull her in close again.her body pressed against his this time as his hands slid down to cup her ass* honestly youre pretty awesome...I'm glad you called me.
Della Sweeney (Jan 28, 2011 4:57:13 AM)
"Im scared out of my mind, Jordan... and you should be too." Giving him a playful swat though he could see she was telling the truth as much as Della was attempting to be light hearted about the entire problem. "Im glad I called you too I just... I didnt know who else to call..." The briefest of chuckles escaping the redhead. "Maybe now it kind of makes sense why it was you who kept coming to mind. Maybe we are connected in this thing.. whatever it is."
Jordan Malave (Jan 28, 2011 4:59:08 AM)
He nodded trying to reassure her some* trust me I'm worried too... just need to keep a level head bout this yknow? the universe will help us through the whole thing and we'll figure it out when we need to. kiss for good luck? *he smiled at her and squeezed her ass playfully*
Della Sweeney (Jan 28, 2011 5:02:25 AM)
Della leaned forward, letting her lips brush against his a moment before she kissed him, her tongue slipping between and into his mouth to tumble around. Taking his face gently in her hands, the redhead pulled back and looked up at him. "Now focus...or you wont get anymore of that or anything else for that matter." Flashing Jordan a smile as she stepped out of his grasp and pointed toward the bathroom. "Towels are in the linen closet in the hallway." [You should get to bed, hon.]
Jordan Malave (Jan 28, 2011 5:02:56 AM)
[[yeah i should....]]
Della Sweeney (Jan 28, 2011 5:03:30 AM)
[Sleep well when it finds you!]
Jordan Malave (Jan 28, 2011 5:03:42 AM)
i will thanks for the rp!!]]
Della Sweeney (Jan 28, 2011 5:03:56 AM)
[Hope to do so again soon!]
Jordan Malave (Jan 28, 2011 5:04:04 AM)
pms!
Jordan Malave (Jan 28, 2011 5:04:05 AM)
hehe
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