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Post by Ian Johnson on Mar 7, 2008 17:41:58 GMT -5
Ian strolled down the street, it was a nice day and he was bored. He didn't want to stay in his apartment all day, so he decided to take a walk. The warmth of the sun was just right, sometimes a cloud would blow over it and make it a smidge cooler. He ran his fingers through his short, brown hair, as he looked around his surroundings. There were a bunch of lower class people, some young boys running around, and a girl. His eyes stopped when he saw the girl, a playful smirk swept across his face as he walked towards her to get a better look.
She was pretty, no doubt, and he decided to flirt around with her. Just playful, harmless flirting, just like he did with all of the other girls. He licked his lips and smiled, "Well hello there," He said.
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Post by Ian Johnson on Mar 7, 2008 18:10:20 GMT -5
Ian's lips coiled back into a smirk, "Now what's a lovely lady like you doing all by yourself on a nice day like this?" He asked, looking her over. She was pretty, that was no doubt. He kept smirking without a doubt in his mind that he would win her over.
Almost every girl dropped at his feet in adoration of him, well maybe not every girl, but there's been a bunch. But the majority of them just liked him for his money. It did bother him a little bit, but just a little bit, he still had bragging rights to his 'friends'.
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Post by Ian Johnson on Mar 7, 2008 18:38:48 GMT -5
Ian could feel her scrutinizing him in her mind. He was much too used to it, almost everybody had an opinion on everybody. He put his hands in his pockets and smirked, his smirk was his trademark. That's how he won over his girls, and that's how he kept them. Well, that and his money of course. He glanced to the ground and looked back up, she was still staring at him. "This girl must like me." He thought, his signature smirk was still on his face.
"Just enjoyin' the beautiful day. How 'bout you?"
"Its the same with me m'dear." He replied, "I got tired of sitting around in my apartment, so I decided to come out and see if I could make some new acquaintances." He smirked again, but it was short lasted as he noticed she began to walk away. He immediately began to follow her, "So what's your name?" He asked as he stepped in front of her, towering over her small frame.
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Post by Ian Johnson on Mar 7, 2008 19:05:09 GMT -5
"Starsage,"
Ian furrowed his brow. "Starsage? What type of a name was Starsage?" He thought. He's never heard of someone with the name of Starsage, although many people around him did have odd names. "Perhaps its a nickname?" He thought, surely it must be.
"What 'bout you?"
He smirked, "Ian. Ian Johnson." He grabbed her hand and kissed it lightly, and smirked again. He could sense her nervousness, and he liked that. It would just make her putty in his hands...
((Sorry for the shortness))
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Post by Ian Johnson on Mar 8, 2008 18:18:08 GMT -5
"It's not my real name... It's a nickname,"
Ian smirked, "I don't believe in nicknames." Which he didn't, he thought they were silly, but that's just because he never had one as a kid. "What's your real name?" He asked, he wanted to address her as her proper name, not a dumb nickname.
"Where are you headed?"
His trademark smirk crept back up onto his face, "I don't know." He replied, taking a step towards her. "Where are you headed?" He asked flirtatiously, his tall frame towering over her small one.
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Post by Ian Johnson on Mar 9, 2008 12:18:32 GMT -5
"What if I don't wanna tell ya...?"
Ian continued to smirk, "Well then I guess I just might have to force it out of it." He replied with a teasing wink. He couldn't take a hint for his life, but he understood that she was flirting back. And in his mind, that was a 'go' for him.
"Just on a walk..."
He raised his eyebrows, "Just a walk, now?" He paused and smiled, "You look really lonely, why don't I join you? I could pay for anywhere you wanted to go." His smile disappeared, and his smirk crept up back onto his face as he made his offer.
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Post by Ian Johnson on Mar 9, 2008 14:24:32 GMT -5
"I don't think so..."
Ian smirked, and then pouted. "Oh come on. I told you my name, now isn't it your turn?" He said as he came closer to her, smirking as he saw her tense up. He knew she was probably scared of him, but that's how it worked. That's how he got his girls; he flirted with them, and then took them with him. But this one, she's a bit more stubborn than he thought. "Oh well," He thought, "It just makes it more fun."
"I actually remembered somewhere I have ta be...."
He followed her, "Aw, do you have another man?" He asked with a chuckle. "Forget him dear, you've got me now." He gave her a wink, and tried to come closer to her.
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Post by Ian Johnson on Mar 11, 2008 11:52:30 GMT -5
"I don't usually tell random guys my name..."
Ian took a step closer to her, almost wanting her to be uncomfortable. That's how he got what he wanted, he could break people down. He smirked, "Well I'm not a random guy, you know my name and I know your nickname. That's good enough now isn't it?" He gave her a teasing wink and smirked again.
"As a matter of fact.. I do have a boyfriend..And no I don't have you! I hardly know you!"
He blinked, that was not the reaction he expected to get. Darn, most of the good ones were already taken. Oh well, that's just more fun, to get the other guy out of the picture. "Well, we'll just have to get rid of him then." He smirked, coming closer to her. He tried to ignore the pain in his arm from where she pushed him, Ian wasn't a tough guy at all. He was the opposite of being tough, but he was a good actor and could play the part well.
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Post by Ian Johnson on Mar 11, 2008 22:29:42 GMT -5
Ian smirked, he could almost feel her nervousness. That is what gave him the power, he could corner any girl he wanted and make them to the point where they were so uncomfortable that they would give in and he got what he wanted. As she talked, his eyes never left her face. He put as much intensity as he could into his eyes, so that way she'd become even more nervous and uncomfortable.
"What if I don't wanna get rid of him? What if I don't like you like that?"
He rolled his eyes, "Now come on, do you know how many girls would want to be in your position right now?" He reached out and grabbed her arm with a firm, steady grip. "You're a lucky girl, so just go ahead and agree." He pulled her closer to her and smirked.
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Post by Ian Johnson on Mar 12, 2008 17:09:19 GMT -5
Ian's mouth curled into a smirk, he knew he found a weakness. Whatever it took to win her over he would do it, he found his prey and he was going to use every possible way to get her to fall for him. He knew she couldn't call the cops or anything, they would never believe her over him. The police knew his family, so therefore they knew him and he could lie his way out of anything he wanted to. Those were a few of the blessings of being rich.
"Don't make me call the cops, Ian.."
He still had a hold of her arm, he smirked and pulled her closer to him. "You wouldn't do that, now would you?" He asked, "The cops know my parents, so they'd believe me. You're at a loss my dear, why don't you just come with me?" He smirked as he began to pull her down the street with him.
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Post by Ian Johnson on Mar 12, 2008 17:58:52 GMT -5
"But I could just beat the living tar outa ya right here. If ya don't let me go, I will!"
Ian rolled his eyes, "Now I doubt that you could beat me up. I'm all muscle, I'm a tough guy." Which wasn't true at all, Ian could fight for himself but he wasn't even close to being tough. He was built well though, even though he wasn't tough.
He pulled her closer to him, if that was even possible. "I have an apartment in Bronx, we'll just have a little chat." He smirked, feeding off of her nervousness. He tightened his grip on her arm and began to drag her down the street with him.
(Do you want to go over to my apartment or stay here?)
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