Sessions
Posted: 15 Jul 2014, 22:22
"--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--"
Week 1
Dulce Periculum: The blonde walked in to the office. Was she supposed to be there? Not entirely. It was suggested there was a possibility she could benefit from the attempt at what the man had been rumored to be working miracles at. Doc of all people. Go figure. The brush of leather and the subtle hiss of warm black silk of cool Brazilian pampered skin announced she had arrived. Of course she had. Lips barely parted, natural but still bold parted just a little and made the plump flesh seem far more thick than they truly were.Her face was expressionless and her eyes stilled on the man who moved around as if he could be prey. She did not ask because she felt no need to. The open seat across from the desk spoke to her whether he did or not. Her unusual height reduced to claiming the seat as she settled back to fold one lethally long leg over the other in the most relaxed manner to the side. Her long fingers sliding down the arms of the chair until the tips of her fingers finally sink down and lock in her grip as if she was told to hold on tight.
Doc: “Why are you here?”
Dulce Periculum: “Sensitivity training.”
Doc: Doc nods.
Dulce Periculum: They sat in silence for an hour, he looks at his watch and looks at her. "I think that was a productive hour.. you?"
Dulce Periculum: She lifts her otherwise motionless hand from the last hour and glances at her sparkling watch then stands claiming the soles of her boots she walked in on. "Time is up."
Doc: Doc nods in silent agreement. It had been a fruitful hour. He had written up case notes on two files, while getting paid for a third. "Same time next week?"
Dulce Periculum: She nodded, as she barely took in the full presence of his body as she moved past where he sat and closed the door behind her.
Doc nodded, making a mental note to buy a new plant and not place it by the office door in the future. The plant's fronds withered, shriveled and darkened as Dulce paused to open the door and exit.
Week 1
Dulce Periculum: The blonde walked in to the office. Was she supposed to be there? Not entirely. It was suggested there was a possibility she could benefit from the attempt at what the man had been rumored to be working miracles at. Doc of all people. Go figure. The brush of leather and the subtle hiss of warm black silk of cool Brazilian pampered skin announced she had arrived. Of course she had. Lips barely parted, natural but still bold parted just a little and made the plump flesh seem far more thick than they truly were.Her face was expressionless and her eyes stilled on the man who moved around as if he could be prey. She did not ask because she felt no need to. The open seat across from the desk spoke to her whether he did or not. Her unusual height reduced to claiming the seat as she settled back to fold one lethally long leg over the other in the most relaxed manner to the side. Her long fingers sliding down the arms of the chair until the tips of her fingers finally sink down and lock in her grip as if she was told to hold on tight.
Doc: “Why are you here?”
Dulce Periculum: “Sensitivity training.”
Doc: Doc nods.
Dulce Periculum: They sat in silence for an hour, he looks at his watch and looks at her. "I think that was a productive hour.. you?"
Dulce Periculum: She lifts her otherwise motionless hand from the last hour and glances at her sparkling watch then stands claiming the soles of her boots she walked in on. "Time is up."
Doc: Doc nods in silent agreement. It had been a fruitful hour. He had written up case notes on two files, while getting paid for a third. "Same time next week?"
Dulce Periculum: She nodded, as she barely took in the full presence of his body as she moved past where he sat and closed the door behind her.
Doc nodded, making a mental note to buy a new plant and not place it by the office door in the future. The plant's fronds withered, shriveled and darkened as Dulce paused to open the door and exit.