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Post by Lindsey on Sept 23, 2007 18:37:16 GMT -5
Sometime in the middle of the night L had gathered up enough sense to shut those amazing room darkening shades that hotels all seemed to have, allowing very little light to come inside the suite. It was an extremely overcast day too thankfully, almost the type that let him walk around free and clear. Those were always the best days. Great weather combined with the awesome feeling of not sneaking off after a one night stand put him in a good mood when he slowly opened his eyes at the cue of running water. His throat, as usual was as dry as the desert and that noise was welcomed. He'd pay for the interruption of his sleeping pattern later but.. whatever. He couldn't risk her being awake and running around his room while he slept. He let out a little grunt as he slowly pulled himself up in to a sitting position, giving a hazy but disdainful glance to his clothes covered floor. What a shame, he loved it nice and neat.
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Post by Julia on Sept 23, 2007 18:57:17 GMT -5
Iiva had fixed her hair with a few drops of water, then smoothed out her dress. Wrinkles in such a nice, silky fabric looked rather untidy, which wasn’t a good thing at the moment. She walked back out of the bathroom, to find her very uncomfortable heels, but instead found L awake. It was kind of upsetting, to be ditching him, but she had to do it. “Oh, good morning.” She smiled, leaning down to grab her shoe and tried to hop around on one foot while her other foot shoved in the other.
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Post by Lindsey on Sept 23, 2007 20:50:57 GMT -5
Ooooh. He was being walked out on for a change. He wasn't quite sure how he felt about it just yet. If he hadn't woken up would she say goodbye? Blinking hard he managed a small smile, croaking something in a hoarse voice along the lines of 'morning.' It really was morning, the statement quite foreign to his lips. He shifted on the bed so he was cross legged, sheet covering his lower half but leaving his chest exposed. He wasn't sure if he was capable of speech he'd know exactly what to say in such a situation. Quite odd.
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Post by Julia on Sept 23, 2007 21:19:04 GMT -5
Iiva just looked at him for a bit, standing awkwardly with one heel on. It was pretty awkward to leave on him. Once she shoved her other foot in the heel, a smile moved on her face and she headed towards the door. No excuses. No this, no that. She didn’t feel the need to bull shit him, or say goodbye and have a good rest of his life. So, Iiva just left. Easy as that. Sadly, to stop her right in her tracks of walking out of the apartment, was her partners and her father’s assistant, who was rather cute in Iiva’s eyes but that wasn’t the point. “Holy shit!” She jumped back, startled by the fact that they were right there. The three men didn’t even need to be introduced inside, they just walked in, hands in pockets, as simple as can be. They were all talking in almost a whisper at each other, in Russian, looking at the clothes on the ground. Iiva took a huge breath, rubbing her forehead. Oh god. Poor L/James.
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Post by Lindsey on Sept 23, 2007 21:35:00 GMT -5
L watched her leave wordlessly, running a hand through his messy black hair. It was probably a good thing they didn't bs and say all this meaningless crap. Maybe he'd see her again, and he totally wasn't opposed to that. When she headed to the door he slipped back and laid down, deciding to clean up this pigstye later, after he woke up later tonight. Same with the glass water he so desperately.
Eyes screwed shut, he wouldn't have even noticed the Russians if he hadn't heard Iiva's cursing and heavier footsteps on the carpeting. What the fuck? Sitting up quickly his eyes popped open to see three guys standing in the middle of the room in not the friendliets of fashions. What did he expect, they did just walk in uinvited after all. Hastily making sure his lower half was covered up he rose to his feet, casting the female a sharp glance over at the door. Clearing his throat with much difficulty he managed in a low whisper to get out, "Uhh. Sorry. I didn't call for house cleaning." Snarky, but they WERE standing in his apartment with him almost completely naked.
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Post by Julia on Sept 24, 2007 19:59:57 GMT -5
The men all looked at each other, raising their brows at the naked guy in the middle of the room. God, they were lucky to be paid so much, but to have to deal with this? They really all needed to ask for a raise. And soon. They were still in black suits, black shiny shoes, with black ties and white shirts. Simple, but too dressed up for day time to look normal. One guy, at the end, who was the shortest, shut the door and locked it and spoke up quickly before Iiva could intervene. (She even tried to walk away, but sadly one of the guys grabbed her before she could.) “Aahh, so our Iiva over here didn’t tell you?” The guy asked, and they all chuckled heavily. The man’s accent was too overpowering and it was sort of impossible to understand what he was saying.
“Unfortunately, Ms. Ivanova, or Iiva, is the daughter of Yaroslav Ivanova.” He summed up quickly, but Iiva decided to interfere and continue on with a quicker story than they were about to tell. “Hell. Pretty much what they are trying to get at-” Iiva said, pushing one of the man’s hands away from her arms then straightened out her dress, evenly, “Is, that, my father is a huge part of the Russian mafia and blahblahblah…” She said, her voice trailing off. She heard this explanation from the men about a million times, and there was no way to make the story any more spicy. It was simple as that. The three men looked at her, one of their voice’s spoke loudly in another language, obviously not too happy with her. “Fine. Excuse me.” Iiva said, taking back the “blahblahblah” part. Her arms crossed impatiently, bored of this already. “Any way,” She continued, “That guy. The one I was hitting on? I was supposed to go home with him but I decided against it which wasn’t the greatest idea on my part, but in the end, im not effected.” Her finger spun around her hair, taking a breath at the end of her sentence. She didn’t seemed too dazed by the whole thing. Not one bit.
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Post by Lindsey on Sept 24, 2007 21:20:49 GMT -5
Ohhh. Great. Russian mobsters. It wasn't like they were the cops with those tricky litlte things called hand cuffs and jail cells. He stood there simply glancing between the men in suits and Iiva, as if he was expecting more information. So he'd had a no holds bar night with the daughter of some obviously famous, he could tell that much by the use of his name, boss type guy.
"That's... interesting." he said slowly, scratching the back of his head in a much too casual fashion. "I don't see how the fuck all that lead to you all being in my room right now."
Was he supposed to take this all with gravity? The fact that a bunch of dude's were in his apartment where he was supposed to be safe and asleep would be upsetting no matter who these people were. He was more concerned with what lay behind the velvty curtians on the winodw then these guys. For now perhaps. He even went as far as to shuffle over to the mini bar and grab himself a water bottle for his parched throat.
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Post by Julia on Sept 26, 2007 16:57:07 GMT -5
ooc: eeeh. ): im kind of in a rut at the moment. lets just end this. we can start another one soon, if you want, though.
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Post by Lindsey on Sept 26, 2007 20:41:43 GMT -5
ooc\ Yokay Dokay. I'm going away for the weekend, perhaps when I get back. =)
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Post by Julia on Sept 27, 2007 18:19:23 GMT -5
ooc: mkk. sounds good.
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