sweetsalome | [Open Rp] Birthday Party

The Collins house is a two story townhouse in mid-Manhattan. It's location was chosen because it was closer to the office. Liam Collins hated cars, and the less time he spent in them, the better he felt. One of his constant worries was getting blown up in a car, or hit by one. His paranoia was not unfounded. It was a well furnished house, with thick carpets that covered hard wood floors, and padded the feet of over stuffed chairs.

Before moving in, Liam Collins had the house professionally decorated, and it shows. There were very few personal effects around the public rooms, there was a very real feel of this being some sort of display house, that no one truly lived there. The feeling was not unfounded.

The feeling however was trying to be exorcised by the movement of strangers, of people setting up food, the bar and making sure things were generally in order. Lights were added, music played, and slowly but surely the grim, empty feeling was driven from the house through open doors.

Salome watches the movement from the top of the stairs with a rather detached interest, as if she was watching an ant farm behind glass, and not human movement. She's not sure why she feels this way, except that it is not making her very happy. Maybe it's nervousness, or paranoia, or a little bit of everything all rolled up into one ball that has settled very happily in her stomach.

Either way, she forces herself from the top of the stairs and to the bathroom so she can fish getting ready.

As her attention is turned away from the activity more people filter into the house, bringing balloons and various decorations to make it actually look like there is someone having a birthday. It looks almost childish, but she didn't choose any of it, and she happens to like the balloons so she doesn't mind. Ian, her father's right hand man, has arranged all of it, fussing over her as if she was his own child. He has taken it upon himself to make sure she is well taken care of while her father is away.

When she finishes dressing, he smiles at her and compliments her on her outfit, she thanks him and accepts a kiss on the cheek begrudgingly. She's not sure if he sees the gold hoop that goes through her belly button, if he does, he doesn't say anything. If he does, then she's sure she'll hear about it later.

He tells her that she's grown into a very lovely woman and wishes her for the tenth time a happy birthday. All of a sudden she wants to hit him, to shove him away, but she doesn't, she smiles and waits for him to leave. When he does, she can breathe again.

Feeling lighter then before, she grins to herself and walks down the stairs to find something to drink. After drink number one, things begin to look a lot better. So this is what it feels like to be an adult.

ooc: I think this is the part of the play where I say something really general like: 'play nice' and 'bendy time applies.' But I think you all are intelligent roleplayers and know the drill, so stating that would just be over kill . . . oh wait. Feel free to bring in whoever you would like, the more the merrier!

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Laughing she smacks his shoulder lightly, "why are you trying to gaslight me?! You know, there was something in your pocket!" Sometimes, he is just too much.

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"No, no, it was your imagination." He really is bad at lying.

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"I'm not crazy!" She insists, "there was something there!" She sets her glass down on the end table next to them. "Don't make me search you, because I will."

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"No, no, do not search me. I am ticklish and I will get silly." He's squirming now...

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"You are already silly!" Smirking, she wiggles against him as her fingers start to move up his chest. "Plus, you know how much I like to watch you squirm."

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"Please have mercy on me, sun goddess." He's sweating now...

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Her hands stop on his hips, and she looks up at him with wide eyes. "Okay, okay, I've stopped. I am sorry, I am sorry!"

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"You will find out. You are not crazy." He kisses her cheek, then puts his arms around her again.

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"Thank you for reassuring me that I am not crazy." Relaxing, she wraps her arms around him and starts to sway again. Nuzzling his ear, she hums softly to the song. "I only have eyes, for you. . ."

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Hiro doesn't even try to sing. He's just smiling happily, leaning his cheek against hers. "I like this song."

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"Me too, it always reminds me of going cruising in the 1950's. You know with poodle skirts, and boys with slicked back hair." She murmurs softly, her fingers moving over his shoulders. "I wonder what they would think of us back then."

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"My future self had slicked-back hair. He looked like Yakuza." He looks a little sad. "The 50's would have been too soon. Our people would have been angry at both of us. They would never have understood how we feel about each other."

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"Yakuza, like the Japanese mob?" Eyebrows raise and she looks up at him, picturing him with slicked back hair. "I wouldn't care, we could find some place to hide, to be together. who cares about anyone else."

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He nods. "Exactly like that. I would not have been surprised to see him with a complete body tattoo." Not that he could ever have seen anything. His future self was dressed from neck to feet in a lot of black leather. "We could have gone to Africa or perhaps South America. They would not have cared, especially in a city like Rio de Janerio."

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"Very bad-ass Hiro, it's so different from what you are now, I don't think I could even imagine it." Sometimes she wonders what it would be like to meet him like that. She's not sure if she would like him as much as she does now. "Mmm. . .Except neither of us can speak Portuguese. Still, that would be fun, living on a beach some where."

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"He was very different from me. I hope never to become him." Though he has in a few small ways, he acknowledges. At least, he hasn't sunk any further into that path and having met himself as such a man, he's more aware of that path. "We could learn Portugese. We are both intelligent and young with time on our side."

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"I love you just the way you are, I don't want you to become like him either." Pressing closer, she hugs him tightly, pressing her lips to his throat. "We still have time on our side, we are still young and smart." Smiling, she pulls back and then gives him a bit of a grin. "On a totally different note, I got something that I think you might like. . ."

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"Yes, we will have many years. Did you know that married people live longer?" He likes that thought a lot. "Oh?" He looks very curious.

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"I did not, I don't know many married people," she admits. Blushing a bit, she looks around before pulling up the edge of her tank top up to show off the gold hoop that pierces her navel. "My first act as an eighteen year old."

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"I read it somewhere. They say people live longer when they have someone with them. Having someone to stand beside you is very important." He leans a bit to look at the hoop. "Very pretty. I am glad I chose yellow gold." Then his hand slams over his mouth as if he's said too much.

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"I like that, a lot, they want to spend as much time together as possible. It's very cute, Hiro." Her eyebrows shoot up and she gives him a curious look. "Yellow gold for what?" She's not stupid, just completely sure that no one would actually get her a piece of jewelry.

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Hiro gulps a little. Then he goes to one knee in front of her, holding her hand in his. He reaches into a side pocket and pulls out a small box with a cream colored ribbon. He offers it to her.

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For a long time she doesn't move, just watches him, her heart racing a million miles a minute. Finally, she reaches out to pick up the box and tugs at the ribbon. When it flutters to the ground she slowly opens the box with shaking hands.

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In it is a gold ring with a 2 carat diamond. It's in her size (after all time-travellers have their ways of finding information).

"Salome Collins, will you marry me?"

Edited Date: 2008-08-11 01:45 am (UTC)

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The size of the ring stuns her, practically knocks her off her feet. Taking a step backward, she grabs on to the arm of the couch. Finally she nods, that's all she can do, that and offer him the box so he can put the ring on her.

"Yes, Hiro Nakamura, I will."