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Eliina Silja Luvic (mens_rea) wrote in haunted_roads,
@ 2008-07-03 19:17:00

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eliina, tony

Week Eleven: Thursday
Who: Tony and Eliina
Where: Tony's place
When: Thursday Evening
What: He pissed her off!

She'd been avoiding him. For weeks now. Avoiding him quite handily if she didn't say so herself. It would have been easier if she'd had a typical sort of job. One where she was only out about in the hours of the day where he would burn, hopefully to death. No, she had to work with others of his kind and it did necessitate hours that weren't always idea for avoiding fanged individuals.

But whether or not he'd had a mind to harass her, she'd done everything in her power to not have to see him, or think about him. Easier said in theory than actually done. Physically it hadn't been difficult but not thinking about what had happened that proved almost impossible. She just couldn't understand it. She avoided men, especially avoided men like Tony. Old vampires who had spent years manipulating and using those weaker than them. Perhaps that was a bit of a generalization based on little concrete knowledge... But Eliina was alright with that. She'd rather be safe than sorry.

Though safe was the last thing she'd been when she thought back on the memories of that night. Little sense that they made. Why? Why on earth had she done any of that! There was no logical explanation. It should have made her drink less, made her think that perhaps she did go too far and leave herself open to mistakes such as that... but it also was a fantastic numbing device when she couldn't stop thinking. In the end, yher vice always seemed to win.

Thursday had been a particularly long day at the office. All day in court then a series of appointments in the evening with clients who could not come to see her at any other point. Saying Eliina was exhausted by the time she arrived at her condo was something of an understatement. In her usual routine the mail was picked up, including the delivery. But it wasn't until she had set everything down in the entry of her condo that she had the space and hands to open the box. It was odd... she didn't often receive things, unless she had ordered them. And she didn't recall making any purchases recently but maybe something had been backordered that she had simply forgotten about.

Of course, it wasn't anything as simple or as pleasant as that. Eliina stared at the dress that was just under the fine wrapping. Even for a woman who took little heed of fashion, she knew that it was a beautiful dress. The work on it spoke of money. And she hated it. Hated it for being so beautiful and hated what it stood for. The bottle of wine was discovered next and set Eliina's blood to boiling. She was ordinarily such a cautious woman but here and now... that caution was set out the window.

There was only one person who would send her something like this.

Eliina's eyes flashed as she slammed the lid back on the box. She turned immediately on her heel and made haste out of her own condo. In her avoidance her own investigative work had been done and she knew exactly where he lived. The elevator ride was short, he lived far far too close. It was short enough that she still bristled with her anger when the doors dinged open. It only grew as she cross the hallway and approached his door.

She would not be his little doll to dress up either. Never again would she be that... thing. He could take his gift and shove it, quite literally. Which encompassed her plan entirely, to whoever opened the door.

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shadowwhisper
2008-07-05 07:04 pm UTC (link)

It was not something that Tony had actually been thinking about. To him, it was little more than a gift in truth. He was well known for rewarding those that worked for him, especially the more useful ones. And while she hadn’t been useful herself, her legal department had. Of course, that was not the whole truth, but it was enough of it to soothe him.

Not that he thought she would accept it with any graciousness. No, not one little bit. That one was always too upset, too angry, too self righteous, and too anti-vampire it would seem, to even willingly accept a gift from one of them. But he sent it anyway. He did not, however, expect the reaction he would be getting. At most, he thought, she would just throw both out and it would be a waste of money. So far, he was good at underestimating just how foolish this particular woman was.

Granted, of course, the wine was more of a jab at her habit than a gift. But, he figured if she drank, she might as well drink the good stuff. The very best, or so he had been told anyway. Wine was never his strong point, and something he always took other people’s advice on.

The dress, though, that was something that was as much motivated by desire as anything else. Whenever he choose clothing for the women who worked with, or for him, it was always an outfit he wanted to see them in. Not that he had any plans for actually getting her into it, but that was how he picked out outfits. If they were not attractive in the clothing, it was not worth buying.

After she knocked on the door, Anthony would take a moment to open the door. He was not, after all, one of the most popular people around, and most took the care to let him know of their impending arrival. Business was business after all, so unexpected guests were a rareity for him. Once he realized who it was, he did open the door and take a step back from it as he arched an eyebrow at the young woman.

“I never thought I would see this…” he said with a faint smirk.

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mens_rea
2008-07-05 07:38 pm UTC (link)

Everything about the gift was something that she should have been pleased, perhaps even flattered to receive. Almost any other woman would have been pleased as proverbial punch to see the gown and the expensive bottle of wine. But if one thing were to be said about Eliina... it was that she was not any other woman. Instead of pleasing her, his gift had hit on her every nerve, it had pushed her most volatile of buttons and had been the only thing short of forced coercion that would see her in front of his door.

But it had most certainly worked, if he actually enjoyed seeing an irate woman in his doorway? She would be the first to say that he would get some perverse sort of pleasure out of it.

Then again she did tend to characterize everything he did as perverse.

She waited, heeled foot practically stamping in impatience, for his door to open. She almost hoped he had a maid or someone to open the door so she wouldn't have to even see his face. But she wasn't that lucky a woman apparently. There he was, smirking face staring back at her and it only made her see red even more.

"Oh do shut up." Eliina finally burst out as the package was shoved back toward him. "I don't care what you ever thought you'd see or not. Just take this and never send me anything again."