Post by Blaire Montoya on Feb 14, 2016 20:39:58 GMT -6
Plans. Okay. A fast thinker. Blaire would have taken seconds and turned them into minutes in order to come up with something remotely creative. She was glad she wasn't in charge. Clever dates probably weren't her thing.
Watching, Blaire did her best to quickly assess the situation. The difficulty. The likelihood. Her teeth sunk into her lower lip for a brief moment before she was called to, almost as if an issue had been foreseen. "Probably, yes." She admitted with a small laugh. Given her choice in attire, she doubted climbing through any window would be the easiest thing on her own.
Still, she last thing most people wanted to do was admit when needing help.
Post by Emma Delacroix on Feb 14, 2016 20:49:51 GMT -6
With a nod - which she realized Blaire couldn't see - Emma stepped towards the window and held the board up while she reached out her hand to help Blaire inside the best she could.
The great part about her job was that she could wear a pair of black skinny jeans with a comfortable, stretchy fabric. She had no issues going on adventures like this. She probably should have thought of that before dragging Blaire here.
"I know this seems a little unortodox, but I promise it'll be a night to remember."
Post by Blaire Montoya on Feb 14, 2016 20:59:54 GMT -6
Blaire was quick to glance at the hand held out for her, let alone the wider space that seemed almost manageable in the nice dress she knew was likely about to get ruined before she made it home that night.
"Oh, I'm not complaining." She reassured her, and a second later she was taking her hand. She fastened a decent enough grip, ignoring the inner workings of any kind of contact as she eased herself through the break of a window provided. "I trust you." She reasoned then, though that sounded as unorthodox as breaking past a window.
"As much as you can trust... Well, you know." A stranger. But it didn't feel so strange. She was even fast to brush the hem of her dress the second she could stand again. Letting go of that hand wasn't the first thing that crossed her mind.
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Post by Emma Delacroix on Feb 18, 2016 7:33:03 GMT -6
The response had the blonde issuing a chuckle under her breath. Sometimes it seemed as if the girl felt she needed to explain herself and it was cute. It wasn't needed and it made Emma curious as to why Blaire had come to that reasoning to begin with.
Nonetheless, the two of them were standing inside the abandoned building and it was dark. Pitch-black dark. Emma couldn't see a single thing in front of herself. She could only feel Blaire standing next to her along with the warmth of her hand against Emma's.
"Let there be light," she said softly as she flicked on the flashlight from her phone. It took her eyes a moment to adjust before she could step forward. "Watch your step," she told the girl; this had been abandoned for so long, there was all sorts of things spread across the floor.
Post by Blaire Montoya on Feb 18, 2016 7:55:56 GMT -6
In literally no light, Blaire felt no need to let go of the person who brought her here. There was a kind of safety to be found in contact no matter how unknown to person was she sought it from. There was reassurance, and she was completely willing to take that as it happened. Even when there was light from the device in her hand, it didn't seem reason enough to let go, so she didn't.
But she would, if she had to. Or at least, if she felt like she should.
Eyes averted to the ground briefly, but for the most part she endeavored to follow the footsteps taken by the person before her. She literally let her lead, as it were, because it just seemed easier that way. "Why do you know about a place like this?" She asked. No judgement, just curiosity.
Post by Emma Delacroix on Feb 24, 2016 19:28:24 GMT -6
In a way, it felt somewhat comfortable, holding her hand like this. It wasn't exactly the kind of simple gesture the blonde was used to. In fact, she couldn't ever remember anyone holding her hand like this willingly. Maybe she was reading too much into it, though. For all she knew, the brunette didn't think much of it.
Chuckling at the question, the blonde paused as she looked from one side to another. "I could feed you some kind of lie about how I'm adventurous, but I won't." She nodded towards the left and started moving down the dark corridor. "I guess I've always fancied places like this." She left it at that unless the brunette asked for clarification.
Finally the pair reached the end of the corridor and Emma leaned against the door to push it open. The rusty hinges screamed as the door slowly opened and in front of them was another dark space that held a faint smell of chlorine. "Honey, I'm home."
Post by Blaire Montoya on Feb 27, 2016 3:37:58 GMT -6
Thankfully, there was little to feel deterred by despite how easy that might have been to catch. Stepping into total darkness with a relative stranger in a place Blaire didn't know in the slightest surely flagged a myriad of warnings for most people. But she listened, and a small hum passed her lips at the rather simple explanation given. It didn't even need an explanation. It spoke its own volumes, she supposed, and she opted to leave it as it was.
There was nothing totally reassuring of the brutal sounds rusted hinges added to the abandoned building's door as it was pushed open. Still dark, but the smell could be caught with such ease and it took no effort to piece together where they were. "Home already?" She asked in turn, the corner of her mouth dragging as humour touched the base of her tone; "Most would call that forward after just an hour of knowing each other."
Post by Emma Delacroix on Feb 28, 2016 8:16:01 GMT -6
The corners of the blonde's lips tugged upwards - mostly in surprise at the brunette's reply. She turned slightly, looking at Blaire with a sheepish smile. "What can I say? When I want something, I go for it." She let the words sink in, but didn't allow much time for the brunette to reply before she stepped further into the room.
She walked over to the corner of the room, where she'd seen some boxes the last time she'd been here. Using the flashlight on her phone, she managed to walk over with ease. She put her phone on top of one of the boxes as she started rearranging the rest. Once she was done, she turned towards Blaire once more.
"Sit," she offered with a gesture of her hand. She'd made three of the boxes into a make-believe sun bed of sorts.
Post by Blaire Montoya on Feb 29, 2016 3:36:29 GMT -6
There was barely a moment to register what was said; more than just a passing joke, maybe, but Blaire had always been notoriously adept at reading too far into just about everything. Sure, it made a bit of sense. Time wasn't much of a factor when it came to the most humane emotions. Attention was briefly diverted to her own footing as she followed along, seemingly aimlessly but no one ever attracted someone to a place like this if they weren't intent on some kind of plan.
Clever movements had a quick enough arrangement made. It might have been short, but Blaire couldn't help but wonder how she might explain the course of events tonight to anyone who asked where she ended up. On paper, it seemed incredibly bizarre, but she was already invested. Invested enough to - in few words - do as she was told.
When she moved, she used the hand she held as some kind of leverage to lower herself to sit slowly. "Sitting." She replied, bright eyes glancing back up as she finally found the means to look at her proverbial leader.
Post by Emma Delacroix on Mar 4, 2016 0:07:40 GMT -6
Once Blaire had taken a seat, Emma circled her. Her hand lingered on the brunette's shoulder, at the naked skin of her neck before finally, she moved both of her hands to cover the brunette's eyes.
She couldn't quite help but notice the way her skin felt underneath her touch; warm, soft... And she smelled nice too. Her hair smelled like coming home. It was almost breath taking and the blonde felt foolish for being so taken aback, for letting herself think.
Post by Blaire Montoya on Mar 5, 2016 5:09:28 GMT -6
Out of sight, but hardly out of mind. The second Blaire lost sight of the person who lead her here she still couldn't feel any kind of worry. There was a strange type of reassurance to the hand that settled on her shoulder. The way it shifted to the base of her neck very briefly, creating a new kind of connection that forced her back to straighten in her seat instinctively. When her eyes were covered, she took a slow breath inward, like it was a basic instinct too.
She could practically feel the breath of that question against her ear, but she did her best to ignore that.
The concept of trust was something very recently brought up. She knew she had answered this before in her own way, but doing so again wasn't any kind of issue. "As much as I possibly can." She reasoned then, nodding her head once to the fact. After all, when it came to such a seemingly random encounter, what did she have to lose?
Post by Emma Delacroix on Mar 5, 2016 6:03:41 GMT -6
A nod and then Emma took a deep breath, closing her own eyes as she tried remembering the details of what she was about to do. "Ok." Then, a flash of a smile and the blonde loosened her shoulders, feeling her muscles relax.
"Imagine a place, a place you feel safe - a place of utmost beauty. Imagine the sun caressing your face and ambient sounds in the background." Her voice was soft, almost soothing. This had a purpose though; This was, from what Emma had learned through out her life, the best way of getting to know the real person behind the walls and masks everyone always put up.
Post by Blaire Montoya on Mar 9, 2016 5:32:16 GMT -6
Trust wasn't such a difficult concept to feign. At least, not when it came to someone who could manipulate time. A wrong turn equaled a reverse in steps, but at least Blaire knew she could deal with the consequences. A mental concept greatly faded the idea of where they actually were. The reality behind her hidden eyes was dark, unfamiliar and hardly a place she would usually ever go, and now she was being asked to practically transform it. Or perhaps just offer a greater insight. If it were so, at least it was a clever way to get to know someone.
"When I was younger, my father went to university in Oxford. On the days where he wasn't so busy, he'd forgo his studies and let me go wherever I wanted." She explained. Despite it potentially being an onslaught of information, she had to guess that this particular place was something never seen before. She had her own type of edge; "The gardens are the most beautiful I think I've ever seen in my life; all cleverly laid out with perfect points of colour. Especially in Autumn when all the leaves are golden."
"If I had to think of a place, that's the only thing I see - I don't have to imagine anything."
Post by Emma Delacroix on Mar 10, 2016 14:08:42 GMT -6
The response was... Surprising. Most people imagined places such as sun filled beaches with palm trees or somewhere desolate, yet harmonic. Blaire's response was surprisingly personal and, in some ways, emotional.
Letting her hands drop to the brunette's shoulders, Emma fell silent for a moment, contemplating the words the brunette had just offered. Then, she smiled. "You're a lot more interesting than you give yourself credit for," she answered with a sigh as she took a step away. Yet, she couldn't quite help the feeling of dragging dirt into this girl's life; Emma wasn't exactly the kind of girl you put your money on.
And here she was, feeling as if she was plucking forbidden fruit from the garden of Eden.
Post by Blaire Montoya on Mar 26, 2016 2:01:07 GMT -6
It had been a difficult question to answer, particularly honestly in the midst of a relative stranger. Blaire knew it was strange to give up the kind of answer provided; she could tell without much thought that a lie would have been easier to convey. Something completely fictitious, like a dream over a distant memory with faded edges. But it was all she had, so it seemed the best to give.
And it almost felt like she was praised for it. Hands fell to her shoulders in a silent moment of contemplation, and she wondered what was thought of her before anything was said. Rather than moving, Blaire opted to sit exactly where she was, even if she couldn't rightly see the person who brought her here.
"What makes you say that?" She asked honestly, like she craved an answer more than she should have.