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Morning Cure; 3F
Topic Started: Feb 27 2007, 11:31 AM (503 Views)
Jocelyn
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Joss stumbled out of the bathroom freshly showered and dressed. The well worn, holey, faded jeans slung low on her hips. She had removed all the unneccesary tape and guaze and disposed of them. There was barely two pink prick marks on her throat, the ones on her stomach slightly more visible. Especially in her low slung jeans the tight black baby T just long enough to cover the marks, and her claw marks.

The hot shower hand not helped with the headache. It felt like she had a hangover. Though a mild one. Her head was pounding slightly behind her eyes.

She sat down at her little folding table and chairs and sipped at the tea with milk she had waiting for her. Pressing the bridge of her nose with two fingers. The pounding eased.

"That was some dream." Joss whispered to herself. The last night seeming all like a dream. Even though she had woken with the scars of the truth of it. It still felt like a dream. To impossible to be true.
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"Yes, gold. You don't have to worry about that, it will be very well taken care of." Marcus spoke into his cell phone as he rode the elevator up. "No, not a band. Make it long, I want it from nape to collarbone. Yes, well, restricted movement is the idea, Kev. The money's already being transferred. It'll be in the usual place." He flipped the phone shut and stepped out into the hallway.

In moments, Marcus had reached the door in question. He reached up and knocked, waiting expectantly for the door to open. Kitten was going to have a busy day.
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Jocelyn
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Joss knew she shouldn't be surprised by the knock on her door. But part of her was. She thought last night was all some kind of game to Marcus. LIke a test for her employment. Part of her thought that. But the rest of her jumped up instantly at the slight knock.

She was across the floor in her stocking feet, Hair still hanging in wet clumps around her face as she undid the locks on the back of the door and opened it wide. Grinning as she saw Marcus there. *Ha Not a Dream* She thought to herself.

"Come on in." She whispered. "Can I get you something to drink I just made some tea. Or I can make coffee or..." Joss rambled on.
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"Hush Kitten. You have my ideal drink with you at all times. I might have some of that later, but for now, there is the matter of your new outfit to consider." He stepped closer to her, his left hand reaching around and gripping her neck while his right rested atop her moist head.

"You're wet, Kitten. Perhaps a coat is in order? I wouldn't want you to catch cold outside."

He paused, considering punishing her for removing her gauze without his permission, but instead decided to save it for later. Perhaps he would find something that would make her uncomfortable as the day went on. Instead, he simply fingered the marks he had left on her throat. "Hm. Something seems to be missing, Kitten, but no matter. It's almost time to go."
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Jocelyn
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She bit her lower lip as quickly as he told her to hush. She actually flushed as he spoke of the drink for him she carried with her all the time.

She gasped and gulped as he grabbed her by the neck but relaxed a little as he petted her wet head. She nodded, agreeing that a coat would definatly be best if they were going out.

She closed her eyes as she felt his fingers brush against the marks he had left on her throat. They snapped open though as he commented on her missing something. She didn't think he would be upset with her for removing something that was unnecessary. Or maybe he was ashamed of her and wanted to keep his mark upon her covered? Then why take her out himself?

So many questions ran through her mind but she let none of them pass her lips.

She nodded as he said it was almost time to go. SLowly as if making sure it was ok she removed herself from his grip to go to the closet and remove her black peacoat to throw on over her Tshirt. She was naturally warm blooded as a were but she still got a chill every once and again, especially when Marcus touched her. Plus if he was so keen on hising her markings the collar of this coat easily did that once she pulled it on and buttoned it up.
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Marcus gave a fond smile at his little Kitten, wrapped up and ready to go. "Come then, Kitten. We have shopping to do." He wrapped an arm around her waist and gestured to the door. "I have a car waiting for us outside." He practically swept her along out the door, closing it behind them with a practiced flip of the wrist.

Once they were in the elevator, Marcus looked her over once again. "Have you ever thought about growing your hair out, Kitten?" He remembered when long hair was a symbol of a wealthy woman, usually of noble birth, but that had died out long ago. A shame really, as it had helped him know who was who.

Now all the aristocracy tried to pretend they were the same as everyone else. If only they were. It would make Marcus' vision that much closer to reality. At least vampires weren't afraid to let humans know how much better than them they were. At least Vampires didn't lie about their superiority.
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Jocelyn
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Joss practically melted as Marcus wrapped his arm around her waist and ushered her out the door. She was speechless as she moved with her cat reflexs to move closely with Marcus towards the elevator. She wanted to curl into his side and cuddle closer to him, but remembering the night before and when he had pushed her away she stopped herself from doing so. Content with his arm wrapped around her for now.


When he commented on her hair she raised a hand up to run through the still damp strands. "I had longer hair. I cut it a few weeks ago. I tend to only cut it once or twice a year. Letting it grow out. If you prefer it long Sir, I'll grow it out." She said glancing up at him, eyes on his chin.


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"Yes, I think I would prefer that. Maybe in braids." Marcus said as the elevator doors slid open. As he stepped out with Joss in arm, his cell went off. He removed it from his coat pocket and flipped it open before holding it to his ear.

"Yes?" He listened for a moment. "No, I hadn't. Where? Do you have any idea who did it? I didn't think so. Search for a pattern and see if you can give me a prediction on the next time this will happen." He gave an irritated sigh. "Kessler, don't tell me that. If you don't have the info, find it." Even though his voice was even, there was a sound of contained violence to it. "Goodbye Kessler. Good luck." He snapped the phone shut and shoved it into his pocket.

He looked down at Joss. "Nothing to worry about Kitten. Just a little clan business that needs taking care of. But that can wait until our little outing is over."

As they left the building, he gestured towards a running black Hummer. "Yes, they use a lot of gas, but they're easy to get armored." Marcus let go of her as he went to the driver's side. "Now, let's get going, shall we?"
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Jocelyn
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She gave him a surprised quizzical look as he mentioned braids. She may look young and small but she was not 5. She said none of this though just gave him the quizzical look as the exited the elevator.

She would have stepped away to give him privacy when he answered his cell phone if she wasn't within the grasps of his arms. AS it was she kept her head down and tried to look like she wasn't paying attention to his conversation. Though it was kind of one sided. She could hear the person on the other end with her hearing but it was just mumbling to her. Unable to make out the words themselves.

She glanced up at him wondering if he would have to postpone their trip to take care of some business. She wouldn't blame him if he had too. Though she'd be disappointed.

Those thoughts must have been on her face as she glanced up at him as he assured her his business matters would wait until after their shopping spree.

She smiled again as they headed outside. She whistled as he indicated the hummer and giggled as he explained armoring it. She wondered how much armoring he needed as he headed for the drivers side and she went for the passenger side. It was indeed a climb for her to get up into the monstrosity of a thing. But she did it with catlike grace closing the door behind her she buckled herself in.

She decided to ask. "Do you have much need for the armoring?"She asked softly.
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