Relax dont do it, if you have to get to it _Gabbi_

[B l a k e]

Blake ran till he got to the park, falling onto the slide, his arm laying lightly over his chest. Hed bumped into a guy and just ran. He knew he had messed up when he tried to take the mans money bag, but he had it tied to his pocket and the man had felt it. Blake barley made it out of there before the guy got a hold of him

Breathing heavily he focused his eyes on the blue sky, watching the clouds move past. He was tired and didnt want to run any further so he hoped to hell he had lost the guy, but he didnt hear anything so he was sure he had.

After about fifteen minutes, blakes breathing had gotten back to normal and his muscles didnt burn as much. He sat up pulling his money from his pocket, opening it up and counting it. There were a couple dollar bills as well as a five dollar bill and a ten dollar bill.

"Not bad.."he smirked placing it ack in his pockets and leaning back on the slide again.

[Jinxy Chenevix]

Jinxy was leaning against a tree, on repreive from her job. Practice that day had been cut short by what appeared to be something of a violent attack on someone's health, and Madame Patris had suggested that the rest of the girls take the day off while the ill girl was dealt with. Allena, quite happily, obliged. She retired to the pleasant park, where she assumed she could take a pit stop away from the bustle of city life.

There was a boy in the park who looked exhausted, leaning to the side, and she slowly approached him. He looked promising, though he also looked worn out. She approached somewhat cautiously, but as she did she took notes about his features. The first she noticed-- money.

Money was always something to aim for.

The second thing she noticed was his good looks, and that only made her job all that much easier. "Bonjour, monsieur," She said, sidling up to the man. She was wearing a plain dress, dark green and somewhat satiny in color and texture. It cinched at the waist and came down to her ankles, the sleeves past her elbows. She smiled, coyly, and leaned against the slide after she ensured its cleanliness.

[B l a k e]

Blake closed his eyes a moment, now sing white spots and black spots behind his eye lids from the bright light hed been looking at. When he heard movement, though he opened them and looked up to see the girl that had approached.

He grinned charmingly at her turning a bit on the slide to face her. His eyes moved over her casually, taking in her dress and face before coming to rest on the latter. "Hm...'He said.'bonjour"He smirked. "Je suis un homme chanceux d'être accueillie avec telle beauté." He quirked his brow.

"Allow me to introduce my self. I am Blake Johnson"he put a hand to his chest and then reached out to take her hand. "What is yours?"he brought her hand up to his lips and gave her a devilish grin as he awaited for her response.

Flirting was natural to him and it wasnt something he thought about unless it was pointed out to him.

[Jinxy Chenevix]

Allena smiled, surprised by his teasing bit of French. She was impressed already, quite honestly, and content with her decision to approach this boy. "Tu es trop aimable," she replied, although she soaked it all up. Allena adored being complimented, and quite frankly thrived when they were bestowed upon her. Her ego was swollen already, but the additive compliments really inflated it. She most certainly wasn't complaining.

"I am Allena Delarue," she said, in heavily accented English, "More commonly known as Jinxy Chenevix, from ze Duke 'All of ze Performing Arts in Queens." Yes, elaborate introductions were a must. They came naturally, and usually made her sound more impressive. People did tend to know her better by her stage name--it was more flamboyant and sometimes easier to remember. "You may call me by either."

He kissed her hand and she allowed him, delicate, white fingers limp to his hold. "You are very flattering, you know, " she commented, waiting for him to release her hand accordingly.

[B l a k e]

Blake laughed lightly at her comment in french. "Well I do try"He said, "I think people respond better then if I were a grump"he grinned. When she introduced herself he rased his brows.

"Wow..'He said, "quite the title...'He laughed teasingly. "How about Lena?"he asked, 'Thats pretty, short, memerable, and... not everyone knows you by it... I hope"He raised his brow, the last of his sentance asking for clarification.

He liked flirting and complimenting women, specially when they responded well to it. Though if they didnt, Blake didnt mind. He merely found those cases intriguing and more so a challenge to him and challenges were something he enjoyed.

"Why thank you"he said agian when she called him flattering and released her hand accordingly. "You are as well ma belle"

[Jinxy Chenevix]

Allena smiled and laughed quietly, a coquetteish air about her. She bent slightly, moving with her laughter, but not awkwardly or obviously so. It was more of a slight bend, fifteen degrees or less. Her hands were on her hips now, resting gently, fruitlessly. "You do not know zat for a fact!" she exclaimed, then clapping her hands together.

She took an elaborate stage bow when he told her it was quite the title. "I know. It makes me sound more...eugh... prestigous." She paused and considered the nickname, nodding complacently. "Lena sounds nice. No one calls me zat," no one save for her little sister, but he didn't have to hear about it. It wasn't everyday that you were dubbed by complete--albeit attractive-- strangers.

She let her hand flutter down to her side again, plucking aimlessly at her dress before leaning in closer to him, perhaps indecently so. The conversation was rolling along well, and she decided that now might be a good time to interject a little bit of her second profession into it, if possible. Her hands came up a bit, to his shoulders, and she rubbed at them softly.

"So vhat is a boy like you doing out on such a pleasant day? Do you not 'ave a woman to be tending to?" she questioned, using her thumbs to massage at his collar bones.

[B l a k e]

Blake shrugged with a grin. 'Shall we test it??" He asked. He was kidding, he didnt really want to do that, besides he had the example of his brother. Not many people responded well to him and he wwas a grump all the time.

"It does make you sound prestigeous'he grinned. "but I dont see how you need a title to sound so. You look very prestigeous.. isnt that enough?"he asked. HE grinned when she said no one called her that. "Well then perfect. Lena it is"He grinned charmingly at her again.

He watched her that grin still on his face. He didnt even noticed that shed gotten indecently close, to tell you the truth it felt natural to him because the women he hung around with for the most part usually firted as such with him. This closeness was normal, it was when they didnt do that that he took notice.

When she placed her hands upon his shoulders and started to massage him, he closed his eyes a moment before opening them again. 'hm..'He said, "I didnt know you were a massager as well. Do this to all the men you meet?"he teased.

Chuckling at her question he shrugged> "Depends on your definition"he said. "I dont have a particular one. What of you? No man to entertain? how am I the lucky guy?"

[Jinxy Chenevix]

Allena giggled quietly, coquettishly. "I s'ink not," she said, not enjoying the idea, "I s'ink I should enjoy you much more if you are kind, do you not agree?" She giggled again, her cheeks rouging slightly. Her intention was to be flirtatious as well, of course, seeing as it was, essentially, her second profession.

"Zat is ze point," she commented airily, but then paused as he continued. Her cheeks reddened further, this time out of realistic blushing. Again, Allena thrived off of compliments, and Blake seemed to be exceptional at delivering them. "You are very kind," she said, in a thinly veiled attempt to humble herself, "Alzough I must agree avec toi--I can be quite, eugh, fetching, as some call it?"

"Only ze ones of promise," she said, softly, as she leaned in and pressed a few kisses down his jaw line, her hands still massaging methodically but making their way down his chest, now. "Tell me, kind sir--are you going to meet my expectations of you, or exceed zem?" Clearly there was no other choice. You either satisfied her or blew her mind--elsewise she charged you more.

She was taking great pleasure from their playful banter, and intended to turn it into something more serious and, prospectively, more lucritive for herself. "I 'ave many men to entertain," she began, "But I decided you vere more vorthy zen zem..." Not to mention better looking. "Ze vay you 'eld yourself simply drew me to you-- surely I could not resist such a primitive attraction, no?" Her lips continued down toward his ear, her teeth nipped at his earlobe. Her eyes were half closed in demi-circles as she spoke lowly to him, in a customary courtesan way.

[B l a k e]

Blake chuckled. "yes... I guess so"He said. "So therefore I will stay a charming, witty guy, just for you"He smirked at her a playful smirk it was.

Blake enjoyed making girls feel good and he enjoyed more when the girl enjoyed it as well and he could tell she was. He hated it when girls got all weird a bout it. His brows rose at her comment and his eyes moved over what he could see and then he nodded> "yes Fetching is a fairly decent word, does you no justice, but its close" his eyes went back up to hers and he winked at her.

"hm..."He closed his eyes again and gave a barely there nod. "I see..."He said his voice low as he let her massage him and kiss his jaw. "Well I never disappoint nor do I go lower then anything but amazing. He gve a cocky little smirk, but he felt as if it were true.

"Oh?"he said when she told him he was more worthy then the others. "and whys that?"he asked continueing with their playful conversation. Besides he liked hearing good things as well, just because he wasnt entirely vain didnt mean that he didnt liek compliments.

As she continued a half grin touched his lips. 'Mm... no I guess not..'He agreed and then let out a noise that was a half sigh half moan as her Teeth nipped his ear> Her voice and warm breath on his neck was making the hair on th eback of his neck tingle, hell he was feeling quite nice.