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Post by Tweedle Dum on Dec 18, 2007 4:04:05 GMT -5
Snow flakes started to fall as Eran walked down the street; the beginning of her long journey back to her apartment in lower New York. She wrapped her expensive black coat tightly around her fighting off the cold, she was losing the battle. "Ba fucking humbug. Tis the season to be jolly.... and poor." she muttered having just come from an audition for a stage performance. Narrowly bet out she was now forced to walked back home as she spent all her money on a cab ride up to the theatre, wanting to arrive in style, or as much style as a cab ride cost.
Because Eran spent her money on a cab and impressionable clothes for the audition she had close to nothing left for rent, let alone food. "5pm." she told herself checking her watch. If she wanted to eat tonight she'd have to go to work, get the scraps of whatever was left and try and avoid Tyler in the process. Eran shook her head when a particular image of Tyler entered it making the thin layer of snow flakes fall from her short brown hair, "Ah! Ba humbug."
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Post by .::.KiKi.::. on Dec 18, 2007 20:11:53 GMT -5
"You need a ride?" a voice asked from a car that was just pulling up beside Eran. In the driver's seat, Cal Marshall was sitting, leaning over to speak out the window to the very annoyed looking young woman. The very beautiful, annoyed looking young woman.
He'd just had a very successful dinner with a client, and couldn't help by feel rather generous. And it was the Christmas season, he had to make a good impression.
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Post by Tweedle Dum on Dec 18, 2007 23:52:01 GMT -5
Eran stopped walking and brought her eyes up from the footpath, though she still held her frown. She eyed the man sitting in the drivers seat offering her a ride. This had never happened before, well not with the kind of man that was offering; he looked very well off and dignified not the type that usually tried to pick her up.
"And who is asking?" Eran asked moving closer to the car, her arms still wrapped around her. After the gentleman asked where she was headed he would probably retract his offer so she wasn't going to get her hopes up.
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Post by .::.KiKi.::. on Dec 19, 2007 3:42:45 GMT -5
"Me." Cal answered, not giving away his name just yet. "I'm feeling generous, if you want a ride, get in. Where are you heading?"
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Post by Tweedle Dum on Dec 19, 2007 3:57:26 GMT -5
Eran rolled her eyes but edged ever closer to the car, feeling slight waves of warmth float from it. "Me? Yes, thats all good and well but who is me?" she asked which was soon followed by a snort. "Sweetheart, where I'm going, a person like you doesn't want to."
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Post by .::.KiKi.::. on Dec 19, 2007 4:14:53 GMT -5
Cal smirked "And how would you know what I want? Maybe, once upon a time, I was living in a place where 'people like me' don't want to go."
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Post by Tweedle Dum on Dec 20, 2007 2:05:50 GMT -5
"That's a little hard to believe," Eran stated gesturing at his car and immaculate dress. "And you still have not told me who you are. Shall I just call you Mr Mysterious?" she asked with a smirk.
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Post by .::.KiKi.::. on Dec 20, 2007 4:36:57 GMT -5
He smirked right back at her. "Cal. Cal Marshall. And now your turn." he said to her.
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Post by Tweedle Dum on Dec 22, 2007 3:46:47 GMT -5
Something flicked over in Eran's head; she knew that name from somewhere, but where? It was definitly important she remembered that much. "Eran Alexander." she said as politely as she could muster with her hands growing number by the second. "Do you often do this?" she asked making a gesture to the car and how he pulled up beside her.
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Post by .::.KiKi.::. on Dec 22, 2007 5:25:47 GMT -5
Cal nodded politely to Eran when she told him her name, shrugging slightly at the question. "Not often, but i'm feeling generous. The generousity won't last much longer, Ms Alexander.." he told her, hinting.
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Post by Tweedle Dum on Dec 25, 2007 2:51:13 GMT -5
"Generosity isn't seen much where I live." Eran said with a grimace but then nodded with a smirk . "Well then, best seize it when I can." and with that Eran walked around the car and sat in the passengers seat and eyed Cal.
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Post by .::.KiKi.::. on Dec 25, 2007 18:09:13 GMT -5
Cal smirked lightly as Eran got into the car, turning to her as he rolled up his window. "Where to, then?" he asked her, readying the car.
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Post by Tweedle Dum on Dec 27, 2007 4:46:57 GMT -5
Eran cleared her throat and raised her head, "Presidential Villa Apartments." She turned to him, almost as if to challenge him to say anything about where she lived. Sure she hated it, but she didn't need other people looking down on it as well.
"You know," Eran sighed staring back out the front windscreen, "I used to live up here." She thought she might as well make conversation, and it wasn't as if he was the sleaziest guy she'd ever come across. In fact, the others made Cal look like a saint.
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Post by .::.KiKi.::. on Dec 27, 2007 17:30:39 GMT -5
Cal made no snarky comment, nor even a smirk when Eran mentioned the Presidential, simply nodding and starting to drive in that direction. He knew what it was like, and he wasn't going to completely ignore his past to tease someone about their present living situation.
He glanced at Eran when she spoke, nodding a bit. "Why'd you leave?" he asked her, raising a eyebrow curiously, even though he could almost figure it out already. The clothes she wore, the air around her..She'd bankrupt herself.
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Post by Tweedle Dum on Dec 28, 2007 4:15:12 GMT -5
Eran was slightly surprised that a man of Cal’s stature made no comment or anything toward the apartment block she lived in, so she dismissed it as he started to drive. “Do you want directions for where you’re going? I presume you aren’t well traveled in this area?”
"Why'd you leave?"
Eran left waiting for Cal’s reply, to answer his question first. “Do you think I would have chosen to leave in all honesty, Mr Marshall?” She gave a forced laugh before turning to him as he drove. “A girl like me doesn’t last too long up there. What is it Mr Dean once said? The brightest stars burn the fastest? Well, apply that to me, but not with light, instead, money.” She told him there and then surprising even herself. It didn’t bother her though, it wasn’t like she was going to see him ever again, right?
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