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Midori Bennett


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Date: Sep 28, 2008
Cause I'm leaving on a Jet Plane...[ Vicktor or Mason - open - ]
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Midori was emotionless. It showed on her face , slightly smeared mascara and eyelined made her undereyes a more then tired hue. Almost black eyes , made her feel as dead as she felt .. among feeling things.. including the sudden stop on the runway as the plane landed. She had barely looked out her window , but now she did. She traded one paradise for another , but this paradise didn't hold something for her. Most people would be joyous upon the chance to relocate to such a destatination.

Ushered to the exit , She went down the steps off of the Private Jet chartered by Vicktor for her flight. She would meet him here , but not at the airport .. The hotel. With a fresh beautiful lei around her neck , She walked onto her new homeground. The ride over there was calm , and so quiet. The quiet causing her to calm down...and sent her mind wandering back to the world she had to build here. She couldn't go into work looking like this , feeling like this , holding onto what couldn't be anymore. She removed the silver pin that held her dark brunette curls ontop of her head. She gave her head a gentle shake , hand coming to crunch loose curls at the bottom to give them life again. . Hand pulled down the mirror in the limo as she ran her fingers under her eyes , knowing she couldn't fix it all .. but she'd atleast look like she hadn't cried the whole way to Hawaii. 

The drive there passed way to fast for Midori's state. She stood from the Limo , and ran her hands down her tailor suit encased body. Her suit wasn't much different from a man's , but the A-line pencil skirt wouldn't easily be worn by a man. It fit perfectly on her hourglass curves.  Pink Button up was held tight to her body by a matching black suit-corset . The ties tied tight pulling her already tiny waist even smaller. Black High Heel pumps clicked across the sidewalk as she walked into the fancy 5 star hotel that would be her home til the home she had bought from a local friendly real estate agent who was moving to Miami. They did one of those switch-homes! She absolutely loved his home , and was looking to finally see it once it was vacated.

Elevator was taken , the music playing through her head as her black eyes scanned her surroundings. . The top floor , sounded like her boss. She stepped from the elevator and did the slow walk of shame towards his hotel door , giving a gentle knock.

This was only the beginning , She was sure.
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Knock. 

Vicktor rolled in the warm comfort of his bed, pulling the thick comforter up tight around his neck as the sound of her light tapping on the door resonated through the quiet suite.  Grumble.  Eyes fluttered open and stared unfocused at the glowing numerals on the bedside alarm clock.  Was it morning already?  Eventually eyes trained themselves on the trio of numbers reading that it was, in fact... morning.  Christ.  He yawned and let loose with a long sinuous stretch, turning himself this way and that before sitting upright with legs slung over the edge of the enormous canopy styled bed.  Rubbing at his eyes with the backs of his hands, he silently asked himself why he had to get up.  Knock.  Oh yeah.  There was someone at the door.  Goody.

Ignoring the protests that his muscles gave to being moved without properly allowing them to warm caused the creature to wince.  Could Gargoyles get stiff?  He laughed inwardly and just shook his head as he pushed open the door to the bathroom and flicked on the overhead light.  Instantly, the small room blazed with the electric illumination and he found himself shielding those absinthe greens from it's blinding fury.  Mumbling a curse under his breath, he fumbled for the faucet and snaked his fingers toward the knobs.  With a squeak and a hiss from the stainless steel fixture, the marble basin began to fill with warm water which steamed the mirror.  Good thing.  Vicktor really hated seeing himself after just waking up.  There were few things in the world that just... frightened him, but seeing all those white little scars tattooing his upper body just... turned his stomach.

Bathroom duties accomplished, he exited the room appropriated for just such things, but really... you could fit a damn condo in there.  Well, maybe that was an understatement...  He turned and gave the restroom a final look between the folds of the towel he was using to pat his face dry.  Then again...  Tossing the damp linen atop the counter, Vicktor flicked off the light and headed toward the ever present sound of the tap tapping.  Really?  Most people would get the message after the first ten minutes, but apparently... not everyone.  Sighing, he stepped over the mountain of toys in the living area and nearly toppled himself as his right foot snagged something with wheels.  Yelping, he lunged for the nearest sturdy structure and held himself upright.  Well.  He'd have to...  Knock.  What was he thinking about again?

Shrugging the thought away, he crossed the remaining distance to the door, carefully avoiding any other hidden little surprises that may have littered the floor.  Glancing over his shoulder, he made sure that Mikhail was still sleeping on the massive sofa.  He stirred and made a slight whimpering sound, but he was still thuroughly and quite solidly... asleep.  Satisfied, Vicktor unlocked the line of devices on the door as he peered through the peephole at the female who sat patiently just on the other side.  Oh.  Right.  Midori.  A smile flickered across his lips as he unclasped the last of the locks, his right hand turning the knob at the same time. 

"Midori!"  He quietly shouted her name as he swung the door open.  The foreign inflection in his voice running the last syllables of her name together in a mix-mash until it sounded something like... 'Midre'.  He stepped back and swept an arm rather dramatically in an indication that he was inviting her in. 

"Mind the mine field that Mikhail has created in my living room."  He warned with a grin.




-- Edited by Vicktor at 23:31, 2008-10-05

-- Edited by Vicktor at 23:32, 2008-10-05

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