03.02: Inside Out and Outside In (James)   Posted by Narrator.Group: 0
Narrator
 NPC, 51 posts
Sun 4 Mar 2018
at 14:05
03.02: Inside Out and Outside In (James)
Annabelle usually came to him at night.

Slim and strong, a girl on the cusp of adulthood, more gangly arms and legs than curves, but her hair and pure fire of personality made her seem like a force of nature.

She'd told him once that he'd been set up to fail, and that failure would ensnare him, make him a slave to powers he didn't understand.  One could suppress one's nature, but one had to know what one's nature was before suppressing it.

She told him a story once, very early on, of a frog and scorpion, pondering that while "it was in it's nature to sting" sounded like an excuse, the stories harshly judged the scorpion as wicked.  As if passion or emotion were involved with nature.   What, she asked him, differentiated the man from the scorpion?"

It was the first question she'd ever asked him.  And though she'd come to him in his dreams and waking night-times, though he'd visited her in a castle that couldn't possibly exist outside of dreams and fevered writers delirium, she'd never brought it up again.
Annabelle
 NPC Redhead, 8 posts
Sun 4 Mar 2018
at 14:05
03.02: Inside Out and Outside In (James)
She'd come to him, their night-time assignations a secret sort of tryst, perhaps a dozen times over the months.   But when she came to his window that night, she wore a different form, a different face, a different manner.

It was still Annabelle, but she'd cast off the gangly arms and legs and grown to full womanhood.  Wearing an emerald dress right out of a fashion-show or a awards ceremony, and made-up to look like a bombshell, she whispered his name.

When he went to the window, she stood in the middle of the yard, a large expanse of perfectly cut lawn, abutting the car-park and a drooping willow tree.   At her side was a very large dog.  A rottweiler, perhaps, with sleek fur and a silver and green collar.

"James."  she asked, whispering.  "I have need of you.  WIll you come to me?"
James
 Player, 25 posts
Thu 8 Mar 2018
at 10:40
03.02: Inside Out and Outside In (James)
James smirked; not an expression of scorn, but one of black humour in the face of the inevitable. Of course he'd say yes. He always said yes. Annabelle had him hook, line and sinker and she knew it. A sharp fingernail, painful ecstasy, dug into every teenage fever dream and secret doubt. One little tug was all it took to make him move.

The dog was new, though.

A short while later a muffled electric buzz disrupted the otherwise still, ethereal scene. James winced a little, letting the door to his building latch as quietly as he could. He tucked his hands into his slacks and padded out towards Annabelle. He hadn't bothered with a jacket despite the hour, just a t-shirt and some knock-off shoes in a Converse-esque style he bought from Walmart. The cold never really bothered him, anyway.

"Annabelle," he said, matter of factly. Not coldly, but he had never felt the need for overdone displays of emotion around her. She could read him like a book anyhow. "You've...changed," he managed somewhat feebly.

"My my, what big-" James squelched the inner voice with a suppressed scowl. He could hear the lascivious grin in its tone and he needed his blood flow to his brain right now, thank you very much.

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Annabelle
 NPC Redhead, 9 posts
Fri 16 Mar 2018
at 11:44
Re: 03.02: Inside Out and Outside In (James)

"I am what I've always been.  But tonight was a special occasion.   Friends bound their life to one another, and I wanted to be seen."  She smiled at Jame's action.  She knew it wasn't diffidence nor arrogance. "When they watch this," she ran her hands down the curves of her body, like Vanna White displaying the prize. "they aren't watching this."  she brought her hands to her eyes, and her eyes were blazing green, almost glowing in the moonlight.

"This one is a bitch."  Annabelle changed the topic fluidly.  "Her name is Rhegrette.  She has agreed to retrieve an item I desire.  But Rhegrette is easily distracted.  Aren't you, dear?"  Annabelle laid a hand casually on the dog's head.  The dog didn't flinch, didn't move, didn't do anything but stare at James.   "Will you go with her and keep her focused on the task at hand?  I will bid her to do as you command."

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James
 Player, 28 posts
Sat 17 Mar 2018
at 21:57
Re: 03.02: Inside Out and Outside In (James)
James rolled his eyes and couldn't help but smile. His interactions with the things that go bump in the night had been limited, but he'd done his reading and sex appeal was the go-to blunt instrument of manipulation for faeries, and many other otherworldly beings besides. It was, frankly, a miracle any of them got anything done.

He snorted appreciatively at the name, noting the Beatles-esque fanciful pronunciation of 'regret.' "Is that a literal or figurative bitch, Annabelle?" he asked, squatting down to look Rhegrette in the eyes.

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Annabelle
 NPC Redhead, 10 posts
Sun 18 Mar 2018
at 02:49
Re: 03.02: Inside Out and Outside In (James)

Annabelle laughed, soft and low.  "Oh, it's quite literal.  This is the form she wears until she returns what she has lost.   I simply do not trust her to follow through on anything right now.  Perhaps if she had someone to show off for, she might perform more in line with her reputation."

There was coldness to Annabelle's words, and James could feel the undercurrent of disappointment and anger in the subtext.  Rhegrette closed her eyes and a low whine escaped.    The dog stretched it's legs out and lay down at Annabelle's feet.
James
 Player, 29 posts
Sun 18 Mar 2018
at 10:34
Re: 03.02: Inside Out and Outside In (James)
"Someone to hold her leash?" he jibed. He couldn't help the pun. He considered the...person. Maybe he could help her win back some good graces. "Who knows, maybe she'll be grateful when she's human again," slurred the voice inside, which James squelched again with a brief, involuntary grimace. The inner voice generally had three priorities; dominance, survival and gluttony. It was something of a dice roll as to what order those went in, but sex was almost never far from the top of the list.

"What did she lose?" he asked, eyes flicking up to Annabelle's.