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dangerouslips (dangerouslips) wrote in silverage,
@ 2011-07-25 13:23:00

Entry tags:

!log, ianto jones, pamela isley

Who: Pamela Isley + Ianto Jones + OTA
When: July 25th, early afternoon
Where: New York Botanical Garden
What: Pamela takes a stroll...and a few clippings
Rating/status: Lord knows with this lady.

It had been so long since she had been here. Three weeks, almost.

The employees knew her by name. She was a regular, and thanks to her profession and rather powerful boss, her admission was always waived.

Beyond the other patrons, the gardens were simply perfect. Glass ceilings, rows of flowers that stretched out into forever, nothing but the sound of air and the very essence of life surrounding her. And healthy, too! All the plants well maintained, well loved. Pamela could feel a hum of happiness, and just the presence of so many growing things perked her spirits to their fullest. Her eyes blazed green, and even her skin seemed to shimmer with health.

If it weren't for the trail of men (three of them - a groundskeeper and two patrons) following her around, it would be an almost perfect day. Sunny, bright, with the smell of an evening rainstorm lingering in the atmosphere. She could spend weeks - hell, months - here.

And one of these days, she planned on doing just that.

So with a wink to the men and a quick left turn, Pamela ducked into an empty corner of the rose garden. If this Black Apple boutique were to be successful (and oh, would it be), she would need to start experimenting. There were only so many plants to work with at work. Covertly, she pulled a small pair of scissors from her cleavage. Grabbing the stem of a full bloomed Caninae, she went to clip.

"It'll only hurt for a second, darling. Shh," she whispered, motherly.

She stuck the clipping in her purse. One down, two dozen to go.

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iantojones
2011-07-26 10:23 pm UTC (link)

Ianto has always been good at being quiet; it's a particular skill of his. It served him well working for Torchwood, but he's also unfailingly polite, and it seemed rude to sneak up on the woman and then sneak away just as soundlessly. Maybe he should have, but the moment she turned to look at him he was struck by how lovely she was.

He might have been taken (twice over), but he certainly wasn't dead.

He feels a little odd then, like his head is filled with cotton wool, but then he feels pleasantly euphoric, like the aftermath of sex. He almost glances around for Jack, because normally it's the other man's scent that invokes this kind of stupefying reaction, but Jack's no where in sight. Obviously. How stupid could he be? Jack was at home with Gwen, cuddling babies and knitting booties.

Facetious? Perhaps.

"I work for Tony Stark," he said softly, taking a step back, even though he wants to take a step forward. He thought she might be flirting with him, and while he liked to look, he definitely couldn't touch. Jack would just likely laugh it off, but he didn't think Gwen would like it much.

"His assistant. Ianto Jones. A pleasure to meet you Miss...?" he trails off, realising he hasn't asked her name. Normally he'd be more discreet about who he was, but it just slipped out.

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dangerouslips
2011-07-27 04:11 am UTC (link)

"Perfect"

"Isley. Pamela Isley. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Jones," she cooed breathily, retracting her pheromones just a hint. No need to knock him out.

"Yes, of course. Mr. Stark's assistant. And you're out here by yourself? Surely he'd have a mountain of work for you, considering what a busy man he is!" she chirped, letting out a girlish giggle.

She had taken a step towards him upon their meeting, and was now playing with the clipped rose in her hand, twirling it between her fingers. Her green eyes flashed brightly, almost distractingly so. She was in her element, and it was all too exciting. Easy, now. He hasn't told you a thing, yet.

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iantojones
2011-07-27 10:04 pm UTC (link)

He felt his head clear, and he almost shook it, trying to diminish the fog even more. Either the roses were that strong or he was getting ill. Either way he felt a little woozy and not as even-headed as normal. He certainly wasn't on his guard, especially with a woman so lovely and agreeable.

Had he really thought that?

Normally the giggle would have induced an inner eye-roll, but instead he smiled pleasantly at her and watched her pretty fingers play with the rose. It was entirely distracting, and for a second he considered walking away quickly before he made a complete fool of himself.

"He's um--" Stuttering. That would make a fantastic impression. "I'm on a break. He's fairly lenient about letting me come and go." He only took short breaks, and usually did work while on them. Today was a rare exception.

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Sorry this is so short - it's been a long day

dangerouslips
2011-07-28 06:24 pm UTC (link)

"How nice of him," she cooed. "I wouldn't expect him to be such a casual boss,"

She inched backwards slowly as she could, leading him into a more secluded corner of the garden. She kept her pheromones low, so as to keep Ianto's head relatively clear, if a little infatuated.

"So do you have an interest in flowers, Mr. Jones? A passing fancy?" she asked, tucking the rose behind her ear. "I myself find them just...fascinating,"

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no prob! I totally understand.

iantojones
2011-07-28 11:46 pm UTC (link)

Tony wasn't casual... well, maybe a little. He had taken Ianto to the Playboy Club and basically offered to find him a lady - even after Ianto had announced he was taken. Jack might have found the idea of Ianto with a Bunny amusing, but he doubted Gwen would.

He took a deep breath and leaned against a column, trying to look manly. He wasn't sure why he felt like he needed to impress her. He hadn't been this stupid since the first time he met Jack.

"They're lovely," he replied softly, glancing down at them. "Back where I'm from I didn't really stop to look."

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dangerouslips
2011-07-29 06:56 am UTC (link)

"Oh, you should always stop to smell the flowers, as they say," she said with a sudden serious tone. "After all, without flowers, how bleak would the world be? Terribly,"

She turned her attention away from her babies and back to the matter at hand. She had to get something from this stroke of luck. Some piece of information, some vital clue about Tony and his actions, whereabouts, knowledge...hell, maybe even an invite back to the mansion, if she could manage it. Something that risky, she figured, would require a little more coercion on her part, though it certainly wasn't impossible.

Pursing her lips slightly, she cooed to Ianto in the sugary sweet voice she so loathed when other women used. "I imagine working for Tony Stark must be terribly interesting, Mr. Jones. All those gadgets!"

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iantojones
2011-07-29 10:10 pm UTC (link)

She had a point, and Ianto could see ways to take that metaphorically as well. Back home he really hadn't the time, between working on keeping the world safe and being with Jack, he'd barely been able to sleep, let alone just enjoy life. Here it was easier, mostly because there were more people than them that could protect the city.

"He's definitely not a typical employer, but I'm used to that," he replied with a shrug, realising he'd probably told her more about his life than he should have.

"Back home in Wales I worked for the British government." That was a good way of explaining it all without going into absurd detail. "Worked as a secretary for a member of MI5."

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dangerouslips
2011-07-30 11:21 pm UTC (link)

Huh. Wasn't what she was expecting, but interesting nonetheless. She smiled toothily, "Suppose it's one of those, 'If I told you more about that, I'd have to kill you' sort of things?"

She cleared her throat and moved her hands down to her purse, a bright red bag in the shape of a rose (of course). Though she kept her attention focused on Ianto, her fingers were busy blindly sorting through an array of lipstick tubes. She felt the tops of them, each etched differently to mark their color and "special" ingredients.

"No. No. No. Here we are"

Her hand clasped onto a tube tight within her purse, smiling and flirting all the while.

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iantojones
2011-07-31 01:24 am UTC (link)

He laughed, louder than he intended. Her response wasn't even that funny, but he felt the need to be clever and amiable. He couldn't pin-point why, and although it made him incredibly uncomfortable he also couldn't make himself pull away and walk out. He wanted to stay near her and that unnerved him too. His Torchwood instincts told him to leave.

But he remained there.

"No," he replied, shaking his head. "Nothing so interesting. I just did the filing, brought coffee. Simple things. It's what I do for Tony too. I make his appointments, file his paperwork, ensure he's happy. It's not really glamorous, I'm just good at taking care of people."

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dangerouslips
2011-07-31 11:04 pm UTC (link)

Pamela's face fell visibly. Filing his paperwork...well, that might yield some interesting information, but otherwise it was hardly worth kissing him and risking an overdose. What a headache that would be, having to stash his body somewhere. Nevertheless, he seemed a good man to know, just in case. She was determined to get his phone number.

"Do you ever go shopping for him? Buying things for his myriad girlfriends?" she asked coyly, drawing a piece of paper from her purse instead of the lipstick tube. She scribbled a number down.

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iantojones
2011-07-31 11:09 pm UTC (link)

He still felt a little giddy, but his brain had mostly cleared now. It wasn't nearly as overwhelming, but he was inwardly trying to figure out what had provoked such an uncharacteristic response in him. Normally he was so calm and clear-headed, and with Gwen and Jack waiting for him at home he didn't really need to flirt. He didn't want to flirt. Ms. Isley was a beautiful woman but Ianto didn't have a roving eye.

"Occasionally," he said with a nod of his head. "Although Mr. Stark does like to be personal with such things. If I do those type of errands for him he usually has something in mind. I'm just run the errand or arrange it." Tony might have been a womaniser, but he was excellent at it. Ianto doubted any of his dates would complain about him not being a gentleman.

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dangerouslips
2011-07-31 11:33 pm UTC (link)

She kissed the piece of paper, leaving a bright red lipstick mark, and handed it to Ianto.

"That's the address of the Black Apple Boutique, a little store I run with my business partner. Stop by sometime - we'll give you a nice discount on whatever you fancy for your girlfriend," she cooed with a wink.

It was perfumed, the scent of magnolia surrounding it in a cloud. She smiled, "It was a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Jones. Please do come by the store sometime,"

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iantojones
2011-07-31 11:37 pm UTC (link)

He stared at the paper, a little poleaxed, but nodded his head. There wasn't anything wrong with taking a business card, and Tony could always use something new to pull from. Ianto wasn't certain his secretaries wouldn't notice them all having roses from the same florist. Not that he was actually dating a secretary right now...

As far as Ianto knew.

"I'll be sure to give him this," Ianto said with a nod. "Nice to meet you too, Ms. Isley." She was a businesswoman, at least. If Tony met her he'd probably like her... and she was a step up from his usual. Ianto wasn't certain he'd ever settle down anyway.

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dangerouslips
2011-07-31 11:49 pm UTC (link)

And with another smile, she was gone. The flowers would lose a hint of color as she left, barely detectable by most. She hoped he would come by - in fact, she was almost positive he would - but for now she was more or less convinced that there were better ways to get to Tony Stark. She wanted to bring up the idea of a grand opening for the Black Apple - a lavish party with plenty of floral decorations and plenty of wine, plenty of phone numbers given out and promises whispered.

She smiled, fingering the rose still stuck behind her ear. For now, for today, she was worried about one singular thing, and that was perfumes for her own personal stock. The whereabouts and nasty secrets of Tony Stark and his cronies was not of any particular interest to her just now. She would bide her time.

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