Enver: He was leaning up against the fence of the fairground, waiting for her, working on a cigarette. The male was wearing blue jeans, sneakers and a leather jacket. With one foot on the fence and a cigarette in his hand, the male waited, grinning from ear to ear at the events that were going to be unfolded tonight.This RP is set on Saturday 23rd November 2013 in Silverlight Fairground.
Keara: Keara knew they were heading to the fairground but he had said dress comfortably and well, this was the outfit she’d chosen to dress in. She’d been working on it while he was away but it had only really come together in the last few days. White wasn’t appropriate for the fairground perhaps but she didn’t know if they’d be going somewhere else later, and more to the point…she didn’t care. She liked the dress and she was determined to wear it the next time they went out and well, this was that time. As she arrived, she held out her hand to him as was their custom and curtsied as she did so.
Enver: He finished his cigarette, snuffed it out between two of his fingers, then pocketed it in his waist length leather jacket. At about this time, the male heard something, or, someone. He cleared his throat and turned towards the entrance of the fairgrounds where he saw a vision in white. Radiant red hair, but white from head to toe, minus the few grey areas in the dress. His jaw hung open as he watched her approach, not sure how she put that in the category of comfortable. When a hand was held out to him, followed by some custom he'd seen in movies before and a few times with her, he took the hand and kissed it quick. Maybe even too quick. but there were a lot of things rolling through his mind at the second. "You know where we're at, yeah?" He looked at her, his jaw still agape. "I mean, I'd feel real bad if it got ruined tonight. And it might." He admitted as a hand went through his hair.
Keara: “Worry I rarely do for the garments I wear. Repair damage I can. Or make another. Clothing replaceable is Enver,” she smiled at him. “Told you I did that this dress something for me was. Right I was. Yes?” She turned around in the dress so that he could see it better, fanning it out at the side as she did. The slit in the main skirt went right up the middle and if it wasn’t for the mini skirt she’d added beneath it, would have revealed entirely too much of her. “If in my way it is tie it up perhaps I can.”
Enver: He watched her spin around in it, as if she were modelling it for him and he nodded his head, grin still on his face. "Yeah. It suits you nice, I reckon." He realized that that might not be what she was looking for in an answer, so he furthered his thoughts. "You look enchanting." He winked at her as he dug a hand in his coat pocket, feeling rather under-dressed now. As she spun around, he stepped closer to her, until he was behind her. When she was all the way around and facing him, the male leaned down and brushed his lips against her cheek. "Ready?" He asked, holding an arm out for her to take if she wanted to and he hoped she did.
Keara: As his lips brushed her cheek, her hand came up to rub at the skin he’d just brought to life with his touch. She took his arm when it was offered and instead of lashing out at him for what he’d done, she waited till they were moving and then bumped his leg with her hip in an almost playful manner. “Unnoticed that did not go. Boundaries have we for a reason you know.” She looked to him with a not so innocent glint in her eye and though he may have missed that fact, he couldn’t have failed to miss the manner in which her words where intended as she then poked her tongue out at him for good measure.
Enver: "True." He said with a chuckle, then looked at her from the side as they walked to their location. "But a kiss on a cheek is hardly pushing boundaries. I give that to my grandma each Christmas." He winked at her, then tugged her to the left to a large building on the fairgrounds. "It doesn't look like much, you see, but don't let it fool you. Might want to hike that dress up a little though." He said after holding the door open for her.
Keara: She looked into the dimly lit building, doing as he suggested, as she hoisted her dress on either side. “Care I do not what your boundaries are with your grandmother,” she almost laughed as she said that, “Care only for yours and mine. As if comfortable I am not, know we both well enough what happen shall.”
Enver: "You'll show me a good time?" He chuckled, then ducked in to the building after her. The inside was dimly lit, besides a red light that was above their head to the side of a booth. There was a listing of prices for events, group rates and single rates, then a price listing to borrow equipment and weapons. To the left were lockers that could be rented for fifty cents, which he'd get to later. The guy behind the counter gave them both a look, but more so her. "She likes to challenge herself." Enver said to the guy as he grabbed his wallet from his back pocket. "We'll need two, for an hour and whatever you suggest for equipment and weaponry." He paid, asked the guy to break some money so he could get change for the lockers and then slipped out of his coat. He would be wearing a black tank top, with grey trim around the neckline and sleeve area and nothing else on top. "Good thing we're on about boundaries tonight. We'll have to set some more." He winked as the guy gave them what appeared to be plastic guns and some sort of chest plate with a large diamond in the middle. The guy told them their hour started when they entered the arena, to which Enver just nodded. "Ladies first." He motioned to the two identical guns on the counter and the chest pieces.
Keara: ‘Equipment’ and ‘weaponry’ the two words were like music to her ears and she smiled as she realised she was about to experience something new and exciting. As Enver readied himself, she cast her eyes around the room, waited till no-one was looking and then produced her dagger from a rather precarious place on her upper right thigh. Reached around Enver she placed it in his locker and when she caught his eye she gave him this look that seemed to say, ‘Well you didn’t think I’d be unarmed did you?’ She then grabbed her skirt and rolled it as best she could at the front, tying it in front of the bodice, the mini skirt now plainly visible and she grabbed the loose hanging section at the back, bunched it in the middle and forced part of it up and under her bodice. If she was going to have to fight, she didn’t want to give him the advantage of having such free flowing clothing for him to grab at. As for the weapon, she picked up the one nearest her and waited for Enver to explain what they were actually about to do.
Enver: He watched her, simply amazed at how practical she could be in the matter of seconds. "Huh." He said as he closed the locker, then returned back to the plastic guns. He didn't pick it up at first, he instead put the chest piece over his head and fitted it to his body size. "It's a game." He began, before grabbing the gun off the table. "We could do it a couple ways. I'll let you pick. We can decide on how many times a person is shot with a laser before being "out," or play something along the lines of capture the flag." He looked back at her, wondering what interested her.
Keara: She stared at him almost blankly as he explained and then pointed to the breastplate. “Help me with that you probably should and…understand I do not what ‘capture the flag’ is. So explain further you must before I a decision can make.” She pulled back her hair, having pulled a hairband from her cleavage and began securing her hair, so that it hung down her back.
Enver: "Yeah, sure." He nodded all too happy as he set the fake gun down, grabbed the chest piece and began putting it on her with a pull of an arm in one way, a pull in another way and then finally securing it at each side. He gently pressed the center of her chest, a hand accidently brushing against the top of her bodice. "Looks secure to me." He said with a grin, then went on to explain the idea of capture the flag. "We each have a flag. You've got to get mine, or I've got to get yours and bring it back to your side, or base." He leaned in close to her ear. "Oh, and no powers tonight. Leave them at the door. Gives you the full experience of the game." That and he knew with her being a shadow, she'd whip his *** in a matter of seconds with some of those shadow powers.
Keara: She allowed him to pull her about and secure the thing to her chest. She still wasn’t sure what it did exactly. She could only assume it was the target for her shots, as paintballs in the outfits they were wearing would be silly and for a human incredibly painful. “So this game is you against I?” she asked for clarification but didn’t really allow him the time to reply before adding. “And what get I when win I do?”
Enver: He nodded his head at her first question. "Yeah. You versus me." He snorted when she suggested she would win, even though she was obviously the more tactical of the two. "Whatever you want." He said. "If I win, I get to pick how I greet you from here on out. Be it a kiss to your hand or a kiss to your lips." He grinned wider. "Some rules first. No touching the other person. This isn't a wrestling match." He winked, throwing her own words back at her for light of it. "No powers and no pointing those laser things in people's eyes. That's what these are for." He rapped on the chest piece.
Keara: She tilted her head ever so slightly to the right and down and looked up at him when he suggest that their greeting might change. Had they not just spoken of boundaries and here he was trying to push against them once more. However she was confident in her skills and even if she’d never played before, she was sure that it wouldn’t take her long to get her head around it. “No touching. No powers. If false with me you play in that, then greet me for a year you shall in any custom I so choose. Same if I false play goes for you. Of course, know you do that natural ability have I no control over. So natural speed and dexterity permissible must be.” She was very matter of fact about the rules and was yet to address the proposal of him picking their greeting. “If win you perhaps that acceptable might be. Only…if…and only if win you do…agree you must me never so to greet in public. A kiss to my hand the only acceptable greeting is unless we alone are. If win I do, then…” she thought about it. There was nothing she wanted right now, she was more than content with the way things were. “Then…hmmm…nothing can I think of that wish I do.”
Enver: A year?! She sure was driving a hard bargain, that was for damn sure. Now he wasn't so sure he wanted to play the game after all, what if he accidently touched her? He gritted his teeth and nodded anyways. Only in private? Now she was being silly, or he thought so. What the hell was wrong with kissing someone's girlfriend in public? He wasn't going to do anything more than that in public. He rubbed at his jaw, thinking on some things, then cleared his throat. "Seems acceptable," Enver started out, not really thinking it was acceptable. "But I change my mind. If I win, you decide the next day we go on." The male looked around the red lit room, then back at her. "If you don't want anything, I'll let you go in and give you a few minutes. Which game are we playing?" He asked her, having not heard if they were doing elimination or capture the flag style. "And yeah, natural abilities are fine." He waved a hand in the air, not bothered by that.
Keara: She shook her head. “No. Terms unacceptable are. Change your mind in this you cannot. But adopt your second suggestion I shall. If win you do then greet me you may by a kiss upon my lips to place when in private we are. If win I do, then the next date arrange I shall. Though sure I am that anything that by me planned not to your liking shall be. Regardless. If those terms acceptable are then think I do that allow we should for number of shots. That only fair is as know I do not the field of play. No powers. On pain of punishment. No wrestling. Do I the rules now understand and like you the terms?” she’d rattled off the whole speech rather quickly but she wanted to make sure she knew exactly what she had to do.
Enver: "Fine, fine." He waved her off, not really caring about the terms anymore. Not if she was bothered with him kissing her in front of people, even people they didn't even know or care about. "What's a good number? Five?" He asked her, making sure his equipment was still attached to him. "So, you ready?" He asked her. If she was, she'd be greeted with psychedelic colors and large, pretend fixtures, from fake buildings, to barrels and large foam columns.
Keara: She reached out and grabbed a hold of the hand he’d waved at her. “Something wrong is. Did I something for you to offend?” she asked genuinely concerned as his earlier playful manner seemed to have disappeared. “And the truth on this I would have please.”
Enver: "Not really." He shook his head. "I mean-I guess I don't get what the big deal is about a guy kissing his girlfriend. In public. I mean if it bothers you that people might knew we're together-" He stopped after trailing off and shrugged.
Keara: “Oh. Worry I do not for who knows Enver. My family already aware are. Announced as much I did on our family forum. And sure I am that there other ways are for us to show that we together are, to those that us do not know. Just…comfortable I am not yet for that to do. What if kiss me you do and ready I am not. Wish I do not to slap you with others watching. That…” she sighed and looked down at his hand. “That us both would embarrass. Me for my lack of control and you for the fact that I that sometimes do. If that perhaps sense does make.”
Enver: "Oh." He said, having not thought about that before. "Yeah. I guess that makes sense." He nodded, grinning again. "Alright. The terms are acceptable." He grabbed for the door to hold it open for her. "Time's ticking." He winked at her, waiting for her to disappear in the set.
Keara: She was expecting some other kind of reaction as when things did take a turn for the worst between them they usually stayed that way for a while, so when his mood brightened once more, she looked up into his eyes, nodded and made her way into the playing field. She cast her eyes about adjusting to the strange lighting. She didn’t like that much and could serve to keep her off balance. “First to five,” she confirmed as she began making her way through the place so that she could get used to the terrain.
Enver: He gave her a few minutes, as promised, then followed after her. He stood by the door for a few seconds, waiting for his eyes to adjust before the male crouched down and decided to go left and duck behind a bunch of barrels as he canvased the colorful field, searching for her. When he didn’t see her at first, the male slowly progressed to a large foam column, where he pressed himself against it and waited to see where she would be, his eyes looking left, right and behind him every few seconds.
Keara: She was used to getting strange looks and as she moved around the course, looking for vantage points and the like, she got more than a few. Usually she didn’t really notice but in such close quarters it was hard to miss. A boy in his late teens was staring at her like she was an alien and so she made a move to get away from him as quick as possible. Now, while it was true to say she was usually graceful on her feet, this terrain seemed to have inclines and declines in the strangest of places and in her haste to escape the eyes of the staring child, she lost her footing and slid down a small embankment. She growled in frustration at herself and got to her feet unaware that Enver had even entered the room.
Enver: She wasn't hard to see, sliding down on the ground, in white. The lights illuminated her dress in the varying colors in the room as she got on her feet. The male crouched low to the ground, pointed his gun at her and took a shot. He missed, not seeing the target light up, but also gave his location away. He growled in fury, rolled to another fixture, hoping she'd still think he was where he once was.
Keara: She couldn’t be mad at him for taking advantage of her predicament; as if the roles were reversed she would have done the same. It was almost fortunate really as in the moment he tried to shoot her he gave away his position and as he tried to move off, her eyes trained on, she aimed and she fired. The shot hit on target and she kind of grinned to herself as she ran up the incline to a place of safety. She ran passed the guy that was looking at her still, shoving him out of her way as she made for more secluded area of in the North East corner of the room. Rounding the structure, she pressed her back to the wall and waited for a few moments, wondering if he’d had time to follow.
Enver: His target lit up as he rolled, her shot damn well the closest thing to perfection. He had given his location away, stupidly, as he wasn't even sure he could have made the shot anyways. And she made the most of it. He grinned wider, not even mad at her. In fact, he was quite amused and even slightly turned on? The male saw a flash white disappear around a corner and he thought better of following her. Instead, the male went behind a structure after pushing past two people in their twenties, going after some kid Keara had pushed out of the way. Brutal. He took to a corner of the structure and peeked out from a small "window" through the foam building and waited.
Keara: She felt him near but she wasn’t really sure how. She felt nervous though that could have been the adrenaline pumping through her veins. As much as she didn’t like to lose, she didn’t want to kick his *** either and she wasn’t entirely sure where they’d end up if she had to pick a place to go on a date. She looked around the corner of the structure but didn’t see him. She wanted to reach out with her mind and say something but it wasn’t worth the penalty she’d incur, so she sighed softly, bit her lip and ran across to a couple of stacked barrels over to her left.
