Riders in the storm ( CLOSED )

[Grevant]

All the way there, Grevant was amazed with her driving.
Hell I know a dozen mobsters this girl can out handle...

Anyways all went well, in which they made the arrival to Grevants home.

While opening the front door, Grevant said:
"Well this is it, a two story all to myself. Judging from my trip with my Lamborghini You'll love my garage the best."

After turning a few keys, and a keypad to the left of the door, it opened, and the cool sensation of the airconditiong swept over Grevant.

"Come on in, the kitchen is over there, and the living room is right there,make yourself at home, dont hesistate if your hungry. And we can talk wherever you'd feel most comfortable..."

[♥ † .:Emily:. † ♥]

She drove into the garage. His comment about it made her heart flutter. She really did love cars... When she noticed all of them she nearly died... All those cars.. In one place... Ugh... Erg... Murghle.... Getting herself together she turned the car off and stepped out of the car. Following him she kept a close eye on those cars... Hee... She then walked into the house... It was such a big house for one person. He pointed out things... The kitchen stuck out the most. She wasn't really hungry right now. Make yourself at home? She was standing out like a sore thumb... Walking to the couch she sat down. Crossing her legs she kept looking around. "Well personality I'm quite comfortable... So we can talk now if you wish. I'm pretty easy either way." She then stopped looking around and looked at him. It was the polite thing to do... At least that was what she was told. Look at who your talking to so they know your paying attention...

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[Grevant]

"Hah, ok. I noticed you were really into the cars on my driveway and garage. Theres more, in a city garage, can't fit to many in a two car garage."

shit, that was sort of boastful, I dont want to be a bragger.
Ugh...

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to boast about my cars, besides I didn't attain them in the most honest of ways...."

Grevant, then realized he was still standing up, and went over and sat down on the same couch as her, just not to close.

As he sat down he pulled out a couple of gadgets and weapons , most noteably a Desert Eagle, and put them down on the table.
"Allright down to busisness, I suppose.
I'm out here hunting the Loup-Garou, or in common tongue the werewolf, and I assume you are to.
I don't know exactly what your case may be, but I learned a few nights ago, in a run in, that they are very clever, and that we are severly outnumbered. And well maybe some pacts need to be made... and forces joined...."

I hope I didn't go overboard, mentioning the loup-garou, and the idea of a 'teamup' so sudden. But this is a serious matter, and trust is needed....

Grevant cut off with his last words, and now sat looking at Rememberence, waiting for a reply.

[♥ † .:Emily:. † ♥]

Rememberence noticed he got straight down to it. She liked that. Most people would have probably wasted her time... Although in a place like this time didn't seem to matter... She liked the surroundings. Although he said something about less then honorable ways... Oh well everyone had secrets... She probably did too, just didn't remember. When she started to speak about the 'werewolves' she nodded her head and uncrossed her legs. Lifting her dress up a bit she grabbed her golden desert eagle from its hidden hostler. "Seems like we have the same taste in guns as well."

She then placed it in her lap. "I don't even really know what what my issue with them are... I've heard my brother has been killed by one but I don't' actually have a brother in my memory..." She then shrugged. She figured even if she didn't have one somebody did and without werewolves the world would be a better place... Maybe the world made her cold... She still was innocent in a way... "I am willing to join forces... Do you have anyone else here? Currently I have no real cause for hunting werewolves besides gut instinct and while I have fought them... We are severely outnumbered and being pack animals themselves us humans should join forces...."

His comment perked her interest... "A run in?" Most werewolves don't let anyone go when the secret is out... "Your lucky your still alive if you ran into werewolves and knew them as such... They aren't very friendly to human's who know secrets that shouldn't be known..." She frowned lightly... She looked at her golden gun glittering in the light... Its killed a few werewolves... However she liked fighting... She liked using what she had in that respect. Nothing like a good fight... However with werewolves... Fisticuffs weren't the best idea...

[Grevant]

My kind of girl..... she certainly is very clever, and unpredictable... valuable traits..
Rejoing the conversation, Grevant said:
"No, unfortunately, I haven't been here all to long, and I don't know any other hunters. So far its been me, my guns, and cars.

The two of us should more then likely be able to make some sort of hunt, and my cause is not of my own, like I said with my cars, I'm not working for the most honest of people..."
Grevant sighed, then closed his eyes for a brief second
and started thinking about his past
Sometimes I wish.... I never got involved with the mob, and just tried to live a normal life.
Continuining his speaking:
"Ever since my parents were killed around when i was 15, I started working for some pretty bad people, you probably would know them to be "gangsters, the mob, or mafia"
That's Why, I have all these cars, high tech equipment, and weaponary you have yet to see.
You must be shocked by me, being very open about my dealings.
But, if we are to work together, trust is a must, and so I don't want to hold anything back."

Grevant then relaxed a little more and laid back into the couch, curious as to what to say next. He still is very curious about Rememberence, they had just barely met, and he had told her everything, though his judgement told him he was making the right move...

[♥ † .:Emily:. † ♥]

So those people were the mafia, or gangsters whichever... Tomato/Tamato... He then spilled his story to her. She listened politely. She felt bad... He was giving up so much information... Probably expecting the same... Didn't really remember her past. Wlel she should give some information up... The stuff she guessed was true.

"Ahh so thats how you got it all... Well I'm not as bad as you... I'm only a Model who was apparently trained to be an Assassin before pushed out the window by my father... Or so says the woman who found me laying 'dead' outside the balcony I was pushed from." She tried to remember something else. I personally don't really know anything about my past... Hence my new name Rememberence. A little prayer for me to 'remember'... I am a model as you know. That much has stayed the same. From what I actually know and haven't been told. I have a black belt in the third level. I like guns and cars... That isn't a surprise... I figure all the rest of my past will come back when it wants to. Until then I shall hunt werewolves along with my memories."

He has also spoken about trust among the various other things. "I understand the trust. I am sorry I can't give you most information about myself... I would like to know more 'truth' about myself... I can only trust my maid at this point so as far as I know everything she says is true..." She then shrugged and crossed her arms lazy-like across her lap. She trusted him enough... She hoped the feeling was mutual... So far they hadn't met anyone else with the same intentions of werewolf hunting so they might just make the pair to watch for.... Werewolf wise of course.

[Grevant]

Did I leave a bad impression on myself, by mentioning the mob?

Grevant sat up a bit, and then said
"Not as bad as me? Please don't get the impression that I'm a bad person, like I said I lost my parents, and well things went downhill, and I made some choices I regret. I'd much rather be the sales associate at some store, I look at my past with deep regret, and my future as well, if I disobey my leader. I will have no where to run, I want to break free, but I can't. I'm a good person, aside from the gangster busisness....And well I don't want my dealings to lead to mistrust you, I trust you, i know sudden, but I hope you can come to trust me too."
He then stood up and started walking towards the kitchen and asked
"Hey Rememberence, I'm getting a soda, do you want anything?
I have tons of drinks, and consumables."
He paused his talking walked a little bit more then added
"you can also come pick yourself, the fridge on the left has food, the right has drinks, cups are here (said while pointing to a cabinent), and don't hesistate if you want something just ask."

With that he decided started pouring himself some soda...waiting for some sort of reactoin from Rememberence

[♥ † .:Emily:. † ♥]

She felt the way she stated her own evilness might have insulted him... "pardon me.... I didn't mean to say you as a person... I meant a a dealer. Apparently my father was a mob leader or something like that... Or was it he was marrying a mob leader's daughter... Or was it... Ugh nevermind... I hate those people... Nothing to do with you..." Getting up she placed her golden eagle away. She saw him get up and get something to drink. He then offered her something... Well she still wasn't that hungry or thirsty but he offered twice and it would be rude to refuse twice.

Walking over to him and the fridges she looked at the choices. She found a soda she enjoyed and with a little passive aggressiveness towards her modeling agent she grabbed a large cup. "Thank you..." She mumbled it lightly... She wanted to be polite but it seemed stupid to say... She had no clue why... Shaking her head to clear it she grabbed the soda and poured her class full. She then put the soda back. She pointed to the couch meaning she was going to sit back down. Grabbing her class she silently walked back to her seat... Silently being besides the sounds of her heels.

[Grevant]

Grevant admired the fact that she had said thank you.
Realizing he was once again just standing up, this time in the kitchen, he began back to the couch.

This time he sat down, a little closer to Rememberence.

"Nice choice of drink. But, anyways, your welcome to leave whenever you want, as you know this is my place, I'm here, every so ofthen. But anyways, we need a way to contact each other, heres my phone number.."
he then picks up a piece of paper and a pen, from the table with his scattered equipment and writes down 407-949-2922 with the name Grevant above them. And then hands it to Rememberence, un hesistantly.

"And well if theres anyway I can contact you, let me know, so we can make plans, or just for a talk, you never know."

"oh, and Like I said whenever you want me to take you back to the bar, or rather you can drive us back to the bar, just say the words, and then pick a car. hah"

[♥ † .:Emily:. † ♥]

Sipping on her drink once more she relised she was where she had started. Sipping a drink.... This time she had company and was in a nicely lit place... For some reason she craved one of those little straws those bar drinks had. She shook her head at that stupid idea... She turned towards Grevant who sat back down. He complemented her drink choice. She always loved fruity drinks... Although Hawaiian Punch was hardly a 'soda' and hardly a drink for a model/assassin/whatever the heck she was suppose to be.... Well she didn't care she liked it.

He then surprised her... Mindly with giving her his contact information. Taking it she read it over quickly and noticed she had no pockets... Shrugging with little to no shame she shuck it in the front of her dress front. "Thank you." She had no paper or pen so she couldn't return the favor but she figured when she called he could add her number. She then noticed that he was talking about the bar again. "I'm happy here but sure feel free to take me back to the bar." She pushed all her hair on her right should and then placed her hands in her lap.

[Grevant]

Whoops, I'm making it seem like I want her gone, when truth is it's total opposite, I'm enjoying her company very much

Grevant started:
"Hey Rememberence, I'm sorry if I was making it seem like I wanted you to go.
I really don't I'm enjoying you here, your company, and just you.
It's very comforting... and to know that there are others like me, with not so great pasts...

You can stay as long as you want, whether it be a minute longer, a day, whatever I won't mind your company."

Grevant then placed his empty drink down on the table, and laid back into the couch, into a very relaxing position, arms strecthed legs rested..

"And if your curious as to anything about me, i'm open for questioning...."

[♥ † .:Emily:. † ♥]

Aha so he didn't want her to leave. Good cause in a way she didn't want to. She finally met someone she could talk to... Even if it was about cars and the past years. He then went on to say she could stay as long as she wanted pretty much. Made her feel better... She didn't like finding something only to have it taken away... That being someone she could talk to... She was actually questioning the bar... It was her favorite place but eh... He then finished his drink, got relaxed, and told her to ask questions if she had any...

Well personally she should think up any... None that he could easily answer... I mean who is your leader... Sounds like a little alien... Um.... Boxers of briefs? That crazy thinking made her giggle. That reminded her about a story her maid told her... "Up or down, red or green, vanillia or chocolate, cold or hot, pepsi or coke, ..... Cats or dogs, walking or bicycling, dancing or singing, tv or theater... Cotton or leather... Ok I'm done..." Most of those had hidden meanings behind them... She knew them because of the story her maid told her but it would be interesting to see what he answered. With a hidden smirk she waited.

[Grevant]

Wow, that's a new series of questions I've never been asked before... well here goes nothing.

He started in a calm tone
"Ha, alot of stuff, allright, here are my picks up over down, green over red, vanilla over chocolate, Coke over pepsi, cats over dogs, walking over cycling, dancing over singing, theater over tv, leather over cotton."
And with a smile said
"There you go Rememberence"
Being hesistant, Grevant eventually asked
"And I have a question if you don't mind, how are you with relationships, with other people... I'm just curious.."
As he asked he sat up a little bit again, making sure his shoulders weren't slouching to much....
and waited...

[♥ † .:Emily:. † ♥]

She tilted her head as he answered. The answers behind the answers in her head. She figured she would get a bunch of questions too but no, instead she got one question. Placing her glass on the table her mind wandered a bit... Listening to the question still she replayed it in her head a few times before she shrugged. "Me as a person have been labeled as a ice princess... Seeing I don't let a lot of people close to me and the fact I'm so blunt and none-responsive... From my point of view if your kind enough to me and I trust you enough I can find a place for people. The better trust I have the better the relationship. So far the best one I have is with my maid. Your making a name for yourself." Once again blunt and not really embarrassed about telling all she just crossed her legs and bounced the top one lightly. "I figure if you ask any of my 'friends' about my relationships they say I'm going to die alone." She shrugged again. "Not that I care what they say." She showed a face of indifference as she stared at her glass on the table.

[Grevant]

Grevant sat listening to her reply, becoming ever more interested in her with each word, it was something about her, he couldn't tell what...

But it attracted him to her... He wanted her.
And also wished, deeply, feeling ever so helpless. That he could help her with the mystery that is her past....

Anyways to keep things going he said:
"Well that's good that you don't care what others say, and don't believe them. I'll be honest, i'd be shocked to find out if your single. You seem to posses some great qualities, and look fantastic, hell you can even drive a manual car."
He paused, scratched his chin a little then continued, all the while looking at her.
"I'm sorry I didn't ask much of you, I understand your past is a mysterious, and I didn't want to ask anything, that may remind you of something you wish to forget, or the likes.

But yeah, still if theres anything else you'd like to know about me, shoot.
A tour of the house? Anything? I'm happy to take you anywhere as well if you'd like."