Jack Carrington
Capricorn ♑
Posts: 114
Age: Twenty-seven
Occupation: Lawyer
♡ Status: In a Relationship
OOC: Kassie
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Post by Jack Carrington on Jun 26, 2013 3:44:02 GMT
Wednesday, July 11th. 9:00 p.m. Upper East Side. ‘Good evening, Mr. Carrington’.
Vahilda Frank had been the lobby receptionist since Jack had moved to Manhattan. Her dark hair always fell in long waves, shimmering each time she turned her head; Vahilda was no exception to the glossy lifestyle of the Pierre Hotel. Rumor had it, her husband owned a casino in near the Bahamas, so they were undoubtedly swimming in enough money for Vahilda to take on a job that required minimal physical strain on her delicate, plastic features. Vahilda’s dark eyes scanned Jack as he turned his head in her direction; though Vahilda was married, she never failed to pick up an innocent man here and there. Though she had worked her charm on Jack countless times, the most luxurious response that Vahilda received was a polite nod of the head.
The lobby was strangely vacant that evening, likely on account of the hour. Most of the glamorous residence had been out, otherwise already come in for the night, undoubtedly with a bit of overnight company. Jack had never been the sort; in fact, even during his time with Charlotte, she had accompanied him to his bed only once. Other than that, Jack could not recall another incident. In fact, not a soul in Manhattan had visited Jack’s penthouse. With his younger sister only having recently joined the city, not even she had stepped foot into his quarters. Considering this, Jack decided that he enjoyed things that way. However, the lonely nights occasionally haunted him, bringing the ghost of Charlotte to his bedside. The thought was accompanied by a distant roll of thunder outside.
The doors opened for Jack, and he nodded a thanks to the two men on either side. A couple entered, arm in arm, laughing stiffly over a dry joke expressed by the male partner. It was the way of the wealthy, absorbed in their own worlds; even Jack was guilty of it, having been so solitary for most of his career. His limousine driver was fairly prompt, arriving only moments after Jack had been waiting. He had naturally considered picking Theta up, though found it best to keep things professional. Rumor had already ignited, and as Jack slid into the leather interior, Jack shuddered at the idea of receiving a visit from Mr. William Carrington. More urgently, he could only imagine the horror of poor Theta, who didn’t deserve the stern threat.
Jack informed his driver of the name of the lavish five-star located in the Upper East Side, where the Pierre Hotel was situated. It was, in fact, only a few blocks down. His driver responded with his typical nod before raising the window once more, and Jack turned his head to take in the gradually passing scenery. His legs felt weak each time he entered a vehicle, his mind always returning to the night of the accident. It all seemed to blurred now; but Jack had been one of the few survivors, perhaps the only one in his condition. As he caught sight of a passing city-goer, he wondered if anyone would have noticed at all if Jack hadn’t made it, if he would have passed on with the rest. Life, Jack quickly understood, would simply go on. Among the filthy rich, among those hard-hearted business packs, Jack wouldn’t have been missed.
The limousine passed a group of suited men, standing outside an upper-end bar. They smoked and prodded one another, women hanging from them casually. It was a common sight for the Upper East Side, being home to a more affluent society with money to waste and time to spare; Jack had been a peculiar resident of the Upper East Side - the mysterious man occupying the Pierre Hotel penthouse, which overlooked the city. His time to spare was spent in the sky, looking down on the roaming specks who admired the building from below, and none them were aware of his being. Only aware of the one man with the wealth to have such accommodations, his name and face unknown.
Once Jack had arrived at the five-star, he waited for his door to open. In the meantime, he glanced at his watch, only having met a quarter until nine. He was early. The door opened after a couple of moments, and Jack stepped out beneath the luxurious tower of the restaurant. Overhead was the old-time swing of a 1920’s classic, appropriate for the lavish dining hall. Mr. Carrington’s eyes met a few upper-end onlookers who admired his suit and allowed their eyes to admire his polished dress shoes. He nodded courteously in their direction when they made eye contact, though the onlookers quickly looked away, clearly humiliated that they had been caught admiring something nicer than their own.
Jack’s hair was gelled into a suave fashion, his eyes a bit more bright than they had been the past week. Having stepped out of the hospital was a breath of fresh air - quite literally. Jack was relieved to be released, no longer having to endure the fresh scent of sanitizer and latex. Suddenly, his mind again wandered to the night Theta had visited him in the hospital. It seemed so distant; and he began to wonder if it had been just as iconic of a memory for her as it was for him. Jack thought about the reason he’d brought Theta to dinner tonight, the reason he’d believed that she deserved the discussion they would have. It excited him and unnerved him at the same time.
At the sound of his name, Jack turned his head. For a moment, he was stunned, at a loss for words. She was...flawless. Jack blinked, certainly unsure of what he should say. “Miss Stone...” He chose his usual greeting. He paused for a moment, collecting his words as she came closer. “You look absolutely stunning tonight.” He grinned, truly impressed with her choice of attire. Though Jack knew that Theta was the common class New Yorker, he would have second guessed it if he had not known her, as she blended in perfectly among the other high-end cohorts of the city.
And now I come to you with open arms.
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THETA STONE
Aries ♈
Posts: 67
Age: 22
Occupation: Law Student/Intern
♡ Status: In a Relationship
OOC: Sky
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Post by THETA STONE on Jun 26, 2013 4:19:52 GMT
The driver Jack had sent for her had arrived just on time. Theta had been nervously adjusting the silver locket she wore around her neck -- it was the most expensive piece of jewelry she owned, and one of the most precious. Her parents had adorned her with it her eighteenth birthday. They shouldn't have, considering its cost. It was beautiful; and polished to a radiant shine. Etchings carved its surface, and here and there small diamonds sparkled with her every movement.
Theta wasn't sure how many times she'd looked in the mirror the past hour -- nervous to the extreme. Jack was almost from a different world than her. He was incredibly wealthy, where she was just . . . common. Common, and on the low end of a decent salary. She had no doubt the restaurant he was taking her was of the same high caliber, and she had dressed for the occasion; feeling, in a sense, like she was donning a mask.
But it was a lovely mask. She had to smile as she smoothed the supple silk; even if they saw right through her, these wealthy diners, she was happy with her appearance. Red was certainly her color. It brought out her dark eyes, emphasized the loose waves that framed her face. Even if she would never truly be on the same level as any of them, she could pretend. Middle class dreams; rare for her, but nevertheless a sparkling, fascinating illusion.
With a last look at herself, Theta tried to master the anxious look she recognized in her eye -- and without turning back, she hurried out her door, soon sliding into the back seat of a luxurious limousine. Theta had never been treated to such grandeur. It was all slightly unnerving, and Theta pushed away the feeling that told her she didn't belong. She looked the part, now she needed only to blend in . . . and then what? Her mind thought back to the day before, the look in Jack's eyes when she'd accepted his invitation. And for the thousandth time, she wondered what it was all about.
It was a long drive, considering how nervous she felt. Excitement was there too, but she was spending much of her efforts on extinguishing that excitement. This wasn't what a part of her longed for it to be. She was still Jack's employee, and still very much, in her mind, invisible.
The driver finally pulled up to the restaurant, though, and Theta had a moment to look in upon the flashy display of wealth. Her eyes widened slightly, terrified that she'd end up embarrassing Jack in some way. But the older man had finally reached her door, and Theta drew in a deep breath, stepping from the stylish car; politely thanking him for his hand.
The young woman couldn't help but pause on the sidewalk, taken aback by the building's obvious splendor. People were here and there, dressed to impress -- in impeccable suits and beautiful dresses -- and Theta swallowed; she might as well have been wearing a sack for how much she felt she stood out. As if to fuel her self-consciousness, a few heads had turned in her direction. Theta was careful, as always, to avoid the stares. Of admiration or jealousy, she dismissed them all -- she was looking for only one person, and at first she didn't see him.
Her eyes fell upon a man standing off by himself, and she knew him in an instant. The build, the hair, the impeccable dress -- it was all familiar. Despite her fears, Theta felt her lips curve into a smile as she approached him, comforted by the weight of the silver locket against her chest. Her mouth opened, and she almost said Jack again. Jack, instead of Mr. Carrington. She had to be careful, or she would soon be toeing the line again. "Mr. Carrington?" she called to him; and she couldn't help but notice the few heads closest to them turned. It hadn't occurred to Theta until that moment that people would of course know his name . . . and now they were curious of the brunette in the red dress so hesitantly speaking his name.
Her smile widened slightly at his expression, the hint of a blush in her cheeks -- ever modest, and ever slightly shy. But Theta was pleased he approved, her dark eyes were glowing with their usual warmth, as her lips curved into her usual smile.
“You look absolutely stunning tonight.”
Theta tucked a dark lock behind her ear, the soft waves settling about her shoulders as her gaze dropped for a moment; but the smile she flashed him was brilliant. He'd said that once before . . . at his party, just before he'd asked her to dance. And suddenly those thoughts were upon her, paired with the moments of liberty she'd taken at the hospital, and an unexpected warmth was flooding her chest. Sometimes she still ached for that closeness, but it only pained her to think of it. There were rules that needed to be followed, after all.
"Thank you," she replied, "You look rather nice yourself." And he did. In his suit again, Theta found it hard not to stare -- hard not to become lost in his eyes and forget that the world was still turning. There were people all about, and she didn't need to be bumping into any of them.
Theta found her fingers itching to play with her necklace to distract herself from the sudden thought -- but her pleased expression didn't falter. She was always delighted to be with him.
I was lost until you found me.
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Jack Carrington
Capricorn ♑
Posts: 114
Age: Twenty-seven
Occupation: Lawyer
♡ Status: In a Relationship
OOC: Kassie
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Post by Jack Carrington on Jun 26, 2013 4:59:26 GMT
After eyeing her striking appearance once more, Jack offered her his arm. Just as delighted as Jack had been, Theta took it without hesitation. The doors were opened for them, and a fantastic world of gold and bronze opened up to them; glittering plates along the wall, persian rugs and expensive glass windows that offered a luxurious peek into the dining room. “Carrington,” Jack stated at the podium. The man’s eyes met Jack’s with ease; this was no surprise to the man, as he likely saw hundreds of Jack’s kind waltz through the door each evening. No doubt, many of them dined just around the corner. The man plucked two menus from a hidden area beneath his station. ‘If you will kindly follow me, sir.’
Jack glanced down at Theta as they walked, sensing her nervousness. He offered her a smile, and held her hand a bit more tightly, where they rested on his arm. The doors to the dining hall opened, and the music became more gentle. Upon a white stage, adorned with golden curtains, a man in black keyed the piano flawlessly. Accompanied by his song was the light clatter of spoons against soup bowls and the occasional chime of a toast somewhere in the room. A group laughed to the left, hardly even noticing their arrival. They blended in, and for the night, Theta was tossed into the world of the upper class, the late nights, the glittering wonders that New York had promised America for centuries, but only half of them were lucky enough to endure.
They were seated at the table Jack had requested, which was positioned on a softly raised platform near one of the many grand windows, menus placed neatly before them. For a newcomer, it might have been puzzling to witness the view of a starlit valley rather than New York’s typical alleyway. Noticing Theta’s curiosity, Jack laughed. “An effect. They’re known for their awe-inspiring deals of magic.” Jack gently tapped the glass of the window. “It’s only a room with a screen.” Jack grinned, sharing the secret with Theta. The upper-end always had their secrets, after all, all that glitters is not gold. Jack might have been one of the few people in the room to understand the phrase.
A waiter arrived to them at once, towel folded neatly across his arm. He looked at Theta expectantly, as the woman traditionally would request her choice of drink first. When things fell silent, Jack smiled and corrected the situation. “Your finest wine.” Jack did not take his eyes off Theta. The waiter wordlessly removed their menus and stalked away politely. Again, a look of perplexity crossed Theta’s eyes; Jack didn’t miss it. He almost felt terribly wrong for bringing her, knowing that it must be entirely out of her element. “The menus were for your choice of drink.” Jack smiled. “These four-course meals are already planned for us.” Jack glanced around, noting that everyone in the room dined on something similar, each at a different phase in the course. A large group sat together, each bearing the same bowl of soup. It all seemed to be in unison, a formation that Jack had grown accustom to.
Jack rested his napkin in his lap before returning his attention to Theta. “It’s all terribly dry, as though we live the same.” Jack’s eyes were hollow as they rested on the man at the piano. “We all revolve like an endless carousel, ceaselessly moving forward.” His eyes returned to Theta once more. She was lucky, she had something to strive for. Jack lived expecting the same income. Expecting the same attire. He expected the same greetings, the same lavish events and costumes of the women who knew their place in the high-dollar world. Jack had considered, once again, his reason for bringing Theta that night. Was it Jack’s place to throw her into that world? And now I come to you with open arms.
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THETA STONE
Aries ♈
Posts: 67
Age: 22
Occupation: Law Student/Intern
♡ Status: In a Relationship
OOC: Sky
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Post by THETA STONE on Jun 26, 2013 5:31:54 GMT
Theta took Jack's arm gratefully, smiling at him. She needed a lifeline for what she sensed waited for them beyond those doors. She wasn't worth the dust on many of these men and women's shoes. The thought was intimidating, but refusing to look cowardly, the young woman raised her head a little higher. It was made easier with Jack at her side; he was the only reason she was allowed to experience this world. Theta could hardly imagine stepping into a place so grand of her own accord. Her idea of a night out usually consisted of Chinese and an old horror movie at Bradbury's house. Him stretched out on his pitifully small couch, and her sitting comfortably on the floor.
Never had her life's simplicity bothered her so much. She felt outmatched, especially as Jack lead her through the doors. Everything was . . . exquisite, and beautiful. Everything sparkled with the kind of character money could buy. She found her gaze traveling about the room, wondering, distantly, all sorts of things. Like did any of these wealthy New Yorkers own a pair of sweatpants? Did any of them know the frustration of trying to hail a cab? Theta drew in a deep breath, feeling all at once thrust into a world where she had no place.
She was not wealthy, she was not important . . . she was Theta. And that was all she would ever be. This glittering world of Jack's didn't want her, and it definitely didn't need her.
Theta glanced up towards Jack at the light pressure of his fingers around her hand, and she smiled; forgetting the glamour all around them, instead she just focused on him -- reassured by his presence, she was able to keep walking, her attention flicking back to the marvelous room. Impossibly, she attempted to take it all in.
She was reluctant to let go of his arm, because of the security she felt there -- but he was still near, she was being silly. He was right across the table from her. And so Theta took her seat, eyes still sweeping the glittering display of wealth. Her attention lingered on the man at the piano, and she found herself smiling slightly. Her visual observation continued, as she glanced to the window their table was so happily settled by. Her brows knit in curiosity -- they were still in New York, weren't they?
Of course they were, but that didn't explain why the window framed a beautiful starlit scene.
But Jack was soon explaining, and her dark gaze turned to him. Her lips turned up in a small grin at his confession, and she eyed the pane once more. "Magic, indeed," she murmured in reply, her smile warming, despite her feeling of treading in unknown, unexplored waters. Jack wouldn't let her drown.
Her eyes had only just dropped to the menu that had been set before her when she felt a stranger's gaze. Theta looked up, and wanted to shrink into the floor. What was she supposed to order at a place like this? Her eyes immediately went to Jack, as if she might find the answer in his kind face. But he answered for her, and Theta's smile of thanks was small -- not that she wasn't grateful. She was embarrassed. Her dark gaze slid away from him, instead dropping to her hands that were folded neatly in her lap.
It hadn't even been five minutes and she was already in over her head. Theta lightly bit her lip -- the second sign of her distress -- while she fought to hide the emotion. It wouldn't be quite so bad if she knew her embarrassment wasn't written so clearly across her face -- as she knew it currently was.
She peered slowly up at him again as Jack began to speak; she nodded silently, still frustrated with herself, but was ever so slightly relieved. At least she wouldn't have to order again. Theta always wanted to laugh; she was so hopeless, all while Jack remained the perfect gentleman. He deserved better, more sophisticated company. And it hurt to realize that.
But her gaze remained steadily upon him; she could give him that much, her attention. Theta found herself interested in his choice of words, her dark eyes studying his face -- trying to read the emotion there. But, like usual, it was a difficult task. She was quiet for a moment, before her eyes roved away from him, slowly taking in this grand world he had always been a part of. "A gilded, beautiful carousel," she murmured softly, surprised when she actually heard the words aloud.
In Theta's world, people did not enjoy that luxury. They were constantly chasing after themselves, hoping to somehow manage to get ahead of the curve. And if you faltered . . . it was hard to get back up again. Theta knew the feeling well.
I was lost until you found me.
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Jack Carrington
Capricorn ♑
Posts: 114
Age: Twenty-seven
Occupation: Lawyer
♡ Status: In a Relationship
OOC: Kassie
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Post by Jack Carrington on Jun 26, 2013 6:03:17 GMT
Jack was intrigued by Theta’s choice in description. Gilded and beautiful as it was, Jack felt hopelessly trapped. Short of counting the blades of grass in Ethiopia, Jack felt that he had done it all. He would have taken it all back, had he could. Jack longed for something new, something else that separated him from his father, who was content spending his evenings with the same company and his nights with the same desires. There had to be something bigger than that; but at the grand thought, Jack shrunk to size once more. He took in the surroundings of that gilded carousel; if he had everything, then what was he missing?
The wine was brought to the table, chilled in a golden serving bowl. The waiter did the honors of the pouring the first drink into their glasses and returning the wine to its icy domain. Jack smiled, carefully lifting his glass. “To new beginnings.” Jack smiled, touching his airborne glass to Theta’s. Of course, she wouldn’t understand what Jack meant right then, but he left the question lingering over their sip of wine. After Theta took her first taste, Jack searched her expression for a sign of approval. When all seemed well, Jack leaned back casually in his chair. The candlelight centerpiece danced between them, creating the only form of movement between the two.
Jack hesitated, feeling the need to put off the spectacle for later. Still, they would need time over dinner to discuss it. He gave in. “I’m sure you’re wondering why I’ve asked you here tonight.” Jack’s smile had faded, replaced with something gentle and admiring. He cared for Theta, and wanted her to live as she hoped. He wanted the things she longed for in her future, and he wanted to be part of that. “You had my attention when we spoke about your future,” not that Theta did not keep his attention all the time, “and I want to be part of that. Always.” Jack paused for a moment, studying Theta’s expression before making any movements.
Jack’s hand moved to his coat pocket, where he pulled something into his lap. “Close your eyes.” He smiled. It took Theta a moment, but she did so. Jack stood carefully, placing a small card before her. Upon it was her name, printed alongside a photograph that Theta had supplied on her resume when she applied at Carrington-Bradford only a month ago. Jack returned to his seat, regaining his previous posture. “Alright. Open them.” She didn’t seem to notice the card at first, provoking Jack to gently nod in the direction of the card. “That, my dear, is your student identification. You will be needing it when you are enrolled into classes next fall.” Jack smiled, recalling his own admission into his future. “Welcome to the New York City School of Law.”
And now I come to you with open arms.
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THETA STONE
Aries ♈
Posts: 67
Age: 22
Occupation: Law Student/Intern
♡ Status: In a Relationship
OOC: Sky
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Post by THETA STONE on Jun 26, 2013 6:36:13 GMT
Theta smiled towards Jack softly, an apology in her eyes, hoping her words hadn't come across as envious. Because she wasn't. She was just upset that she wasn't the social chameleon she wished she was. In this world, it seemed acting ladylike wasn't good enough. She'd noted upon entering the beautiful dining room that each of them, including Jack, carried something extra in their air. They were all above her, but for this night she was up there with them. If only she could get her bearings . . . she just wanted to get through this night maintaining at least a small shred of dignity.
It was fortunate that there was no skill involved in sipping wine. Theta began to relax again, brushing away her cynical feelings of self criticism. Jack hadn't abandoned her, and so long as he was there, she might as well take the opportunity to enjoy herself. It was a task easily said and easily done. So long as she didn't think too much about their dance, or the night at the hospital, she could keep the nervous butterflies in her stomach tame.
Theta lifted her glass with an easy smile, a flicker of curiosity flashing across her expression at his choice of a toast. Their glasses lightly clinked, and Theta didn't need to be encouraged to take a sip. It was sweeter than she thought it would have been, and Theta was filled with warmth after her initial swallow. It had her almost thinking why she didn't drink wine more. In fact, the young woman rarely drank -- she made a mental note of that, knowing she ought to take it easy on the wine.
She was nearly surprised with the searching look Jack aimed at her, but she found herself smiling as she set the glass down -- hands returning to her lap. She settled back against the chair, more comfortable now that she'd relaxed. Perhaps she wasn't part of this world, but Jack had thought her good enough; and that was all that mattered. She didn't know the other people sitting around the lavishly decorated room, and she probably never would.
“I’m sure you’re wondering why I’ve asked you here tonight.”
Yes, that was very true. Theta hadn't been able to stop wondering since he'd asked her. Her curiosity piqued, the young woman leaned forward slightly, her dark eyes dancing; the candlelight shimmering in their depths. She felt suddenly nervous, a thoughtful expression crossed her face as she regarded him; the look in her eye softened as he continued, interest replaced by gentleness. She was touched Jack thought so much of her, but in her mind it couldn't be justified. Theta couldn't explain the steps he was taking, and for once she was entirely unsure what to expect. Nevertheless, her heart warmed with fondness for him; the emotion clearly apparent in her eyes.
“Close your eyes.”
Theta studied him curiously a moment; she had noted that he'd withdrawn something from his pocket, and she could scarcely stifle her feeling of interest. Still, she arched a brow at him, a small grin on her face as she finally acquiesced. She reopened them at his words, her dark eyes following his nod to the card he'd laid before her. It took a moment for the understanding to register on her face. She heard his words, but they scarcely seemed to make sense.
She looked up at him in shock, not really believing what she was hearing, what she was seeing. "Jack -- Mr. Carrington . . ." her voice trailed off, as her gaze flicked back down to the card, and then back to his face. He couldn't possibly be serious. She had something wrong.
“Welcome to the New York City School of Law.”
Apparently, her senses were in perfectly working order. Theta still blinked in disbelief towards him, her smile growing, but still confused. He didn't owe her that. She hadn't meant to suggest . . . Theta lightly bit her lip, feeling herself tremble with an emotion she didn't quite understand.
It took her a moment to collect herself and find her voice, she had to swallow once before her nerves would let her continue, "You don't know how much this means to me," she began, everything about her reply warm. "But . . . I can't let you do that . . . I --" Theta wasn't sure what she meant. But emotion caught in her throat for a moment, before she let out a nervous laugh. Something of her old self sparkling in her eyes. "Me, a lawyer? Are you trying to get rid of me?"
I was lost until you found me.
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Jack Carrington
Capricorn ♑
Posts: 114
Age: Twenty-seven
Occupation: Lawyer
♡ Status: In a Relationship
OOC: Kassie
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Post by Jack Carrington on Jun 26, 2013 7:11:38 GMT
Jack didn’t speak as Theta collected herself. In fact, he watched her with a gentle smile across his face, more than pleased that Theta was happy. He took in her excitement, wishing he could savor the moment forever. Jack noted the way her eyes lit up, and the curve of those eyes when she smiled. It was how he knew Theta was truly happy, when her smile met her eyes. Jack found himself absently returning that smile when he returned to her. He laughed lightly at Theta’s playful accusation. “Quite the opposite, my dear.” Jack placed two hands, neatly folded together, on the table. It was ironic, as he felt - deep down - that part of his intentions of enrolling Theta into law school was to subconsciously keep her close to him.
Of course, Jack was entirely oblivious to these emotions.
Mr. Carrington casually took another sip of his wine, allowing the savory taste to ease the pain he still felt in his ribcage. It wasn’t unbearable, but it was certainly unwelcome and discomforting. “You are, in fact, looking at your new mentor. You begin your first of day of your paid internship in a few days; that will give you time to make the necessary arrangements, I presume?” Jack raised an eyebrow. Something registered to Jack that this was all moving too quickly for Theta, and his authoritative position faltered. Jack raised himself from where he leaned against his chair, furrowing his brow.
His heart sank slightly. Perhaps this life - this world - wasn’t what Theta wanted. Perhaps law school was not the path she had wanted to take after all; time changed people, and simply because Theta had wished once upon a time, did not mean that Jack had to be that belated wishing star. Jack’s eyes fell for a moment, fearful that he had forced her down a path she was frightened of. “I want to be with you every step of the way. You don’t have to do this alone.” Jack knew he had to offer what Theta needed; the skill, the experience, the authority. What did he have it for if, once in a blue moon, he could put it to good use? Letting a criminal off the hook just wasn’t the fulfillment that Jack had hoped for, but perhaps Theta was.
Still, Jack felt that singe in his heart. Around them, the room erupted into applause for the man on the piano, who must have concluded a number. The man took a bow, and repositioned himself on the bench, his endless cycle for the night. Jack’s eyes wandered the faces of the prestigious women; their lavish necklaces and polished nails only compensated for what they were hiding. The makeup was overdone, expensive and dramatic. They didn’t need to seem washed out when the spotlight hit them. The men rested their hands on the laps of the women, who did not fuss. It was there place in the man’s world, after all. That, and to spend their money as a luxurious reward.
Suddenly, Jack pictured Theta at that table. Surrounded by the entrepreneurial types, engulfed in her features as they doted over their most recent successes. He imagined a strange hand lingering across Theta, and his heart hardened. Jack’s eyes darted to the card before her. “This is not an obligation, Miss. Stone.” His eyes met her once again. A woman laughed in the distance, causing Jack’s eyes to wander to the direction of the noise. She was being prodded by the man next to her, who moved her hair away from her neck. She laughed, but Jack caught a glimpse of the smallest hint of discomfort across her expression. He looked away.
Their food was brought seconds later, and Jack eyed the light appetizer. It was small, only occupying the center of the plate. It was a beautiful creation, one that Jack had grown accustom to. The silverware was placed alongside their dishes, and their wine glasses were refilled. The waiter took his leave, and Jack’s eyes wandered from his meal to Theta once again.
And now I come to you with open arms.
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THETA STONE
Aries ♈
Posts: 67
Age: 22
Occupation: Law Student/Intern
♡ Status: In a Relationship
OOC: Sky
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Post by THETA STONE on Jun 26, 2013 7:40:58 GMT
Theta felt a sudden mixture of emotion. There was excitement, gratefulness . . . and confusion. She couldn't help but wonder why Jack was doing so much for her. She wasn't his responsibility. The young woman was, however, unable to deny him another smile -- no one had ever done anything so kind for her. She'd never thought anyone cared enough to do something of such magnitude, and as a result, she felt largely indebted to the man who sat across from her.
Her dark eyes warmed at his words, her smile flashing again. There was something hopeful in her expression, but Theta hesitated to snatch up the opportunity. She didn't want to appear ungrateful. In fact, she swelled with emotion . . . she couldn't believe how far Jack was willing to take her so she might see one of her dreams come true. It was something she didn't quite understand, and felt that, no matter what she did, it would never be enough to repay him for his kindness.
Theta found herself drawn back to his gaze as he began to speak -- her smile genuine at his words. Words that she continued to believe were in some distant dream; none of this could be real. For a moment, Theta glanced down at herself -- eyeing her lovely red dress. It couldn't be real. As she lifted her attention again, Theta absently took her silver locket in her fingers. It was solid, cool to the touch; and all the proof Theta needed.
He would be her mentor? The thought was tempting, just like the rest of the offer. She wanted to accept, but a part of her hesitated -- wondering if she would only go on to disappoint him. The thought was terrifying. She would be learning under one of the city's most prominent and successful attorneys . . . once, she might have had what it took. But things had changed. Her dreams had been snatched in one nightmarish moment, and Theta had never been the same since. Nevertheless, she found herself nodding.
“I want to be with you every step of the way. You don’t have to do this alone.”
Theta lowered her hands to smooth her dress, giving herself an occupation while she considered him, a soft expression of gratefulness crossing her face. His continued kindness brought a warmth to her that she wasn't sure how to handle, and quietly, Theta reached for her glass, quietly taking another sip; her attention had again been ensnared by him. She wondered how he'd known she was so fearful of being alone -- was she really that weak? Theta knew he hadn't meant it in that way, but her thoughts were everywhere at the moment.
The thought of returning to school was daunting. She would be a few years older than most of the students, and it would definitely take time for her to readjust to the swing of things. Could she really do it all again? Theta's fingers lightly brushed the stem of her glass, looking thoughtful. He'd said she wouldn't have to be alone, but Theta knew this was a decision only she could make for herself. The only question was, was she going to let her ghosts stand in the way of what Jack offered?
She continued to think while he gazed about the room, but eventually her eyes wandered back to his face. She watched him as he studied the crowd, and wondered for a moment, until his eyes returned to her. She was still quiet after he'd spoken, thinking on how much she'd have to change her life around. The comfortable, safe, predictable life that she had . . . and suddenly Theta had her answer.
She waited patiently as the waiter delivered their food, but she was less interested in that. Theta's gaze was firmly settled on Jack, a look of determination suddenly flaring in her eyes. She was tired of being unhappy. Jack was offering her a once in a lifetime chance . . . and she couldn't understand why she'd hesitated. "I want to do it," she finally said aloud, after the waiter had left. Her willful expression was soon softened with a smile as she regarded him, "Thank you. I don't think I'll ever be able to repay you."
I was lost until you found me.
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Jack Carrington
Capricorn ♑
Posts: 114
Age: Twenty-seven
Occupation: Lawyer
♡ Status: In a Relationship
OOC: Kassie
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Post by Jack Carrington on Jun 26, 2013 8:27:38 GMT
Upon Theta’s acceptance, he found comfort. Comfort in knowing that she was ready for the challenge, comfort in knowing that Theta was - once again - chasing her dreams, and comfort in knowing that Theta would be even closer to him. Perhaps Jack could even offer her a job, a paying position with her own office...but studying her, Jack felt foolish again. He couldn’t keep Theta forever, but something within him longed to. Moreover, Theta had a life of her own to live. She was young and spry, whereas Jack’s past had weighed him down, leaving him feeling aged and tired to be so young himself.
He wondered just what it was that kept Theta from accepting straightaway. Had it been Jack? Perhaps she wasn’t as happy at Carrington-Bradford as Jack had assumed. He pushed the matter aside for now, allowing it only to linger in the back of his mind for later. “Excellent.” Jack smiled, once again eyeing the exorbitant morsel on his plate. The night rolled on, and the two gradually dipped themselves into lighthearted conversation. It was innocent, chatting about the unruly July weather and recent headlines. Jack taught Theta the tools of the trade, explaining the way to signal a waiter that you were completed with your meal. Their wine glasses were refilled, Jack found himself laughing a bit more freely than he had before.
They moved onto their entrée, and the two began swapping jokes and humiliating stories of their childhood. It was interesting, the striking differences between the two. Jack’s jokes were dry, but she laughed at them all the same. Theta’s were wild and entertaining, truly amusing Jack. He found himself soon finding the way she laughed at herself even more entertaining than the jokes. They pointed out members of the room, poking fun at their ridiculous expressions that were clearly an act. It was all so different for Jack, and for the moment, he felt young once again.
By the time they arrived with dessert, Jack was unsure of how many glasses of wine he’d had. Part of him felt ridiculous for having been so outlandish - however slight - in the public eye. Jack straightened himself, avoiding the wine for the final course and attempted a more somber conversation. Dinner had become more sentimental, and over the course of their final presentation, Jack had shared his middle name and learned Theta’s own. When dinner ended, he took Theta on his arm once again, and escorted her to the main lobby. Jack turned to face her, his smile fading gradually. Once again, they would part ways. Once again, Jack would return to his emptiness.
He observed her for a moment, his eyes falling to the locket around her neck. Jack hesitantly lifted his hand to turn it, allowing the light to catch its impressive diamonds. The lights danced, creating a comforting array of colors. When he looked up, he found a similar dance in Theta’s own eyes. A smile touched his features, and his expression mirrored her own. “Thank you, Miss. Stone, for an incredible evening.” He lifted her hand to kiss it, as he had already done twice before. Though he longed to, Jack wouldn’t allow himself to linger with Theta any longer. He had done well, keeping himself in check, keeping his temptations at bay. Before they could resurface, Jack lead her towards the door.
When the doors opened, Jack halted. As though it had been pressing against the door, rain blasted through the frame. Jack, Theta still at his side, moved them away from the area, a bit taken aback. A few leaving bystanders also gazed at the weather with disappointment and revelation. Jack’s eyes fell to Theta, resolving at once that he would not allow her to be driven home in the weather without him being present. His fears of the weather coupled with transportation were all too fresh, he wouldn’t risk Theta being put in the same position. Of course, Jack could not prevent the event - but at least he would be present.
Jack turned his full attention to Theta. “Please, come with me. We will get you home safely.” Jack nodded, hoping to persuade her easily. There was a certain desperation in his eyes, a fear that Jack had suppressed when he spoke. “Only to know that you arrive soundly.”
And now I come to you with open arms.
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THETA STONE
Aries ♈
Posts: 67
Age: 22
Occupation: Law Student/Intern
♡ Status: In a Relationship
OOC: Sky
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Post by THETA STONE on Jun 26, 2013 15:08:51 GMT
Despite her earlier trepidation, enjoyment came easily to Theta. Jack allowed her to forget how out of place she'd felt, and dinner had become a pleasant affair. She found herself easily joking with him, thoroughly enjoying his dry humor, and though her laughs were quiet, there was no doubting the sparkle of amusement in her eyes. Her smile came more easily, and her laughter more frequently. As the night went on, she couldn't imagine ever enjoying an evening more.
She found herself telling him stories that she hadn't told in years. Embarrassing tales that often had her laughing at her younger self. The food was wonderful, but it was the company she found most pleasing. She'd never seen Jack so at ease, but she couldn't remember a time when she'd spoken so freely herself. They were out on that limb together, and was more than content with their conversation.
Besides that, it was wonderfully interesting her to learn more about him. She realized how little she knew before, and how much that remained that continued to go unknown. Theta rarely opened up so easily, but she was pleased she had; there was something about his smile that warmed her, making her feel safe. She felt she could tell him anything -- well, almost everything. The one memory that never left her for long was a secret Theta didn't think she'd ever part with -- she'd buried it deeply, and despite the internal pain that caused, Theta was able to bear it.
Dessert was a quieter conversation, but Theta continued to find herself open to Jack's questions. It seemed he was comfortable with her own, and they continued to learn more about one another. The thought had her thinking; if she went back to school, even with him as her mentor, would she see him less? She looked forward to seeing him now; when he came into the firm, and greeted her at her desk. It was such a little thing, but Theta enjoyed it all the same. She found herself reluctant to let go of Jack, but he had promised to help her. He'd promised to be there, and that was reassuring. A small smile spread across her features when she considered telling Bradbury; he'd probably think she was crazy, but pride would be in his eyes all the same. Even if he ended up not agreeing, Theta had Jack's encouragement . . . and that would always be more than sufficient.
When dinner had finally ended, and Jack had again offered his arm, Theta took it lightly; flashing him a warm smile. She was reluctant, even now, to part ways. The thought of returning to her lonely, too-quiet apartment had her slightly unnerved, but Theta put on a brave face. She gently reminded herself she was being ridiculous, and still pleasantly warm with wine, it was an easier task than usual. And she would see Jack again soon. But soon never seemed good enough.
Theta tipped her chin up to study Jack with her warm dark eyes, wondering, for a moment, if he was reluctant for their night to end as well. She'd still been looking towards him when his fingers lightly brushed her skin, turning her locket, and she smiled softly -- even that brief touch stirred something in her, but Theta had steeled herself earlier. She couldn't forget that line again. As much as she wanted to, she couldn't. She thought back to the hospital, reminding herself they'd both been vulnerable that night. Something like that would not be happening again.
In spite of that gentle longing that planted a thorn in Theta's heart, her usual blush colored her cheeks when Jack bent to kiss her hand. She smiled at his words, feeling her reluctance to leave bite with fiercer teeth for a moment. "You're welcome," she replied, feeling insufficient, but Jack often left her at a pleasant loss for words. She followed at his side, dark gaze still lingering on him, as the doors opened for them -- and Theta's attention was caught by furious drops beating the glass.
For a moment, the thought of her apartment became fearful again. Had the power gone out? She'd had the electrician stop over the day before, but there was nothing she could do about a lightning strike. The thought of stepping into darkness was unnerving; too many strange, uncanny things had been happening for her taste, and Theta paled slightly, enveloped into her thoughts at the sight of the rain.
Jack's voice called her back, and Theta turned her dark eyes towards him; she immediately noted the look in his eye -- and knew he was fearful of another accident. Even thinking about that had her own stomach in a knot of worry. Hoping to put him at ease, she accepted with a nod and a small smile, "Thank you." Perhaps it was to put herself at ease as well though, she always felt safe when Jack was near; so long as he was there, her fears dissolved like shadows thrust into a ray of light.
Theta's eyes flicked back to the windows, wondering when the storm had started. She also wondered if it was just as fierce as it seemed to be.
I was lost until you found me.
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Jack Carrington
Capricorn ♑
Posts: 114
Age: Twenty-seven
Occupation: Lawyer
♡ Status: In a Relationship
OOC: Kassie
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Post by Jack Carrington on Jun 26, 2013 18:50:32 GMT
Jack was pleased when Theta accepted his invitation, and he found it a bit easier to pacify his nerves. Despite his fear of entering the approaching vehicle, which had already been standing by for him, Jack retained his cool and collected character. One of the men who held the doors open shot Jack a careful desperation glance, eager to keep the sharp rain off his face. Not wanting to keep the men waiting on account of Jack’s internal terrors, he met his driver at the entrance of the restaurant, who offered the two of them shelter beneath his golf umbrella. The driver ushered them to the door of the limousine, Jack sliding in behind Theta.
The door closed behind them, and in a few short moments, Jack felt his muscles relax. He sat with his elbows rested on his knees, hands collapsed before him. As his driver lowered the front window, and Jack relayed Theta’s address just as he recalled scanning it on her application. Thunder roared above them, causing Jack to repeat himself for the driver before they were able to take their leave. The limousine departed smoothly, but Jack found himself absently twisting the silver band on his finger, the memory of the bus accident flooding back to him. It all happened so suddenly, and in an instant Jack was thrown into a mass of the deceased.
The storm picked up violently, and Jack was on edge once again. He hardly let it show, keeping his expression cool. Hoping to find some kind of piece of mind, Jack turned his head to face Theta. Even in the dim lighting, she was stunning. Silently, Jack wondered to himself how many young men had also held her hand, how many men who had also held her. Jack looked away, considering his own past affections. Jack had a mind that was set on a goal, and his education had shrouded much of his youth; he was unlike his wealthy Boston colleagues, who spent much of their years as luxury swingers; they passed their exams, but nonetheless, they worked for someone else.
Jack had always had more coming to him; perhaps that’s why his father held him at such a high standard. Jack hadn’t the time to act on the swooning of other women who clawed for his affection. In fact, Charlotte had been his biggest affair. Not his only, but the one he wished to settle with. It pained him to recall how close it had all been, and how effortlessly it was all ripped away from him, how unexpectedly. Jack brought his eyes back to Theta, wondering if, somehow, she would be ripped from him as well. If by some chance, Theta willingly parted ways with him. How could Jack let her go? How would he? Would he kiss her farewell, leaving his heart to that familiar and haunting ache?
The limousine jerked to a stop, gliding a bit along the pavement. Jack was nearly thrown forward, though he managed to catch the handle of the door. Jack instinctively reached out for Theta in the same instant, catching her carefully by the arm. Once the limousine continued its ride smoothly, Jack looked at Theta. After a moment, he reclaimed his hand. The thought crossed Jack’s mind to leave the vehicle, waiting for the storm to pass. Still, he wanted to get Theta home safely as soon as possible. After it seemed that the storm could not pick up anymore violently, it had. Jack glanced behind Theta, attempting to see out her window. It was nothing more than a thick wall of rain, hardly even hinting the yellow tint behind it, a taxi cab beside them.
The driver lowered the window at the front, speaking to Jack. He couldn’t understand the man’s words over the hail against the roof. Moving a bit closer did not help, but Jack noticed the man shaking his head, as though to say it was impossible to get around something ahead. Jack swallowed, maneuvering his head to catch a glimpse of the driver’s viewpoint at the windshield. The rain made it nearly impossible to see anything, but Jack recognized the rhythmic flashing of hazard lights ahead. Off to the right, Jack could see the familiar glow of a building’s entryway. He recognized it immediately as the Pierre Hotel. Frantically, Jack turned to Theta.
He knew that the weather did not permit further driving, particularly when a fatal accident blocked the way. “I need you to come with me.” Jack nodded to her, his eyes on her intently. The driver spoke again, but Jack could not make out his words over the thunder above them. The driver knew Jack well, and knew that Jack would tip him later; what the driver hadn’t expected was for Jack to open the door to the limousine and exit with Theta, making a mad dash - gripping Theta’s hand - towards the lights of the Pierre Hotel.
Jack struggled to guide the two of them, but as lightening illuminated their path for a moment, Jack recalculated his direction and hurried towards the approaching light. The thunder seemed to shake the city, the downpour blinding traffic and wreaking havoc along the roads. Upon approaching the tent of the Pierre Hotel, a mass of people crowded beneath it, shouting and cursing at one another. The people did not belong at the hotel, but nonetheless, the spilled out the door in search for shelter in the storm. Jack’s eyes scanned the area, and he pulled Theta a bit closer to him. “Do not let go of my hand!” Jack shouted over the rain as he faced Theta, the two of them drenched and pitiful. In a moment, Jack weaved them through the mass of New York patrons, dodging screaming children and angry residences.
Jack and Theta managed to push their way into the hotel lobby, soaked and flustered. Jack took a moment to finally look up at Theta, his breathing quick to accompany the appalled gleam in his eye. Jack’s hair was plastered to his face and his suit clung to his frame. Despite his messy appearance, Jack couldn’t help but feel relieved that he and Theta were safely indoors. As the two of them stared wide-eyed at one another, Jack released her hand and emitted a small laugh out of the ridiculousness of the circumstances. Still, Theta was not home. Rather, he had pulled her into the nearest location that would offer them refuge - his home. Jack’s smile faded as he considered the situation, considered just how dangerous this was.
Theta needed to be given dry clothes - for an instance, he thought he saw her trembling. Jack eyed the front desk, where Vahilda was still present, eyeing the two of them incredulously. His eyes then scanned the room, searching for any sign of a watchful eye. However, the masses were too flustered and frustrated. Jack and Theta were only one in a million, so he seized the opportunity. Jack nearly headed to the elevator with Theta, but halted, looking at her over his shoulder. He’d been dragging her around without proper request, pulling her in the direction he felt would keep her safe. Jack turned to her again. “Will you come with me?” He hadn’t specified where she was going to, but something within Jack simply hoped that she trusted he would take care of her.
And now I come to you with open arms.
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THETA STONE
Aries ♈
Posts: 67
Age: 22
Occupation: Law Student/Intern
♡ Status: In a Relationship
OOC: Sky
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Post by THETA STONE on Jun 26, 2013 19:32:47 GMT
Theta's was immediately grateful for the umbrella that shielded them from most of the rain; it fell in sheets, and she could feel its chill in the air. She shivered at the thought of it rapping against her skin, and could only imagine it feeling like the sting of a thousand knives. Her heart went out to anyone caught in the downpour as she slid into the back of the limousine, her eyes immediately going to the window. It was impossible to make out anything but dull swathes of color; blurry and grayed in the rain.
The young woman leaned back against the leather, her hands in her lap -- one rose without her thinking about it and began to play with her locket; its familiar weight was comforting, gently soothing her anxiousness. She couldn't imagine how Jack's driver could see a thing, and that unnerved her. For a long moment she looked down at her feet, softly biting her lip. And then she thought of Jack -- his accident had been just like this, she still remembered the day with perfect clarity; she could still hear the reporter's name speaking Jack's name, and the memory itself was enough to chill her.
Suddenly concerned for him, Theta's dark gaze snapped to Jack, regarding his posture. He seemed cool and collected as always, but she remained unconvinced, especially at the way he twisted at the band on his finger. Theta reached out hesitantly, wanting to comfort him; her hand lingered lightly on his forearm, and she offered him a smile, "We're all right," she assured. Her gaze lingered on him a moment before she glanced away, pulling her hand back into her lap -- reluctant to break the contact. She could only imagine what a nightmare the accident must have been, and it pained her to see him reminded of it.
Theta's attention had never truly left him, though; she worried for him, but the feeling of his eyes had her turning her head again. She looked at him silently, her usual gentle warmth in her eyes -- the warmth that she saved for him without realizing it. She wondered what he was thinking when he looked at her like that, if his thoughts ever mirrored her own. Did he long to hold her as much as she longed for the protective circle of his arms? Did he feel the same ache in his chest whenever they parted ways? Did he ever . . . think about kissing her? Theta suddenly looked away. She'd been collected all night, and she wasn't going to give into those thoughts now.
Just as she was returning her attention to her folded hands in her lap, the car lurched and Theta thought she would fly from her seat -- she reacted quickly enough to catch herself at the edge of her seat, but it was Jack's gentle arm that held her steady. Theta found herself drawing in a deep breath, she was frozen for a moment, but slowly leaned back, her eyes flicking to Jack. She was motionless for a few moments, her heart pounding in her chest from being thrown so suddenly.
When she'd finally caught her breath, Theta glanced out her window again, nearly wincing at the sound of the rain pattering mercilessly against the roof. Jack was saying something, though, and she tore her attention from the window, looking at him with uncertainty in her eyes; but she nodded, trusting him.
And all at once they were sprinting through the rain, Theta's hand had a firm grasp on Jack's -- she, after all, had no idea where she was going. The rain made it difficult to see, and it actually hurt where it hit her skin. The flash of lightning illuminated a rather large, angry group of pedestrians who'd been caught in the storm, and Theta didn't see a way through them. But Jack didn't need to tell her twice, her fingers tightened in his in reply, easily drawing closer to his side -- eager to be out of the rain, but skeptical of their chances of making it through the throng of frustrated people.
Somehow, they did make it through, though. And Theta was well and truly drenched, she shivered as Jack pulled her deeper into the lobby of the building; icy droplets still clung to her skin. Her wet hair was no help; it hung limp about her face, dripping something awful, chilling her to the bone. Theta didn't even know what to do with herself, she glanced back over her shoulder at the windows, before quiet laughter had her turning her head.
Theta looked at Jack in puzzlement, though a soft smirk was on her face, "I am not amused, Mr. Carrington," she said, arching a brow at him -- but the sparkle in her eye revealed her teasing. But she really was soaked, as much as he was. Her dress clung to her, seeping the chill further still, and Theta absently touched a drenched lock of her hair -- sighing. There was nothing she could do about it.
Theta trembled again, and lightly rubbed her arm, trying to return some warmth to her body. The endeavor failed miserably, and instead Theta merely wrapped her arms around herself -- brows raising when Jack suddenly turned, headed for an elevator. But he looked back towards her, asking if she'd come with him. Unsure of where she was going, but thankful for a guide, Theta smiled softly and nodded, taking her place at his side.
They were both cold and wet, and Theta was not going to leave the man so determined to take care of her.
I was lost until you found me.
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Jack Carrington
Capricorn ♑
Posts: 114
Age: Twenty-seven
Occupation: Lawyer
♡ Status: In a Relationship
OOC: Kassie
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Post by Jack Carrington on Jun 26, 2013 20:42:56 GMT
Even upon Theta’s acceptance, Jack delayed for a moment. He’d never brought a soul into his quarters, and he never expected even young Theta to be the exception. Mr. Carrington had suddenly felt that he had become no better than the other men, pulling gleeful young women to their side as they strode through the glamorous lobby. The circumstances were much different, however; the ritz of the hotel was hardly noticeable through the swarm of men and women, and the sophisticated music inaudible. The swingers of the Pierre Hotel would waltz in with a poor woman on his arm, dry as a bone, so unlike Jack’s current position. They needed help. Jack considered waiting for an alternative, but the bodies pressed in on them, and Theta shivered more violently.
Jack requested his elevator to the man safeguarding it, and seeing as how it was vacant, the doors opened only seconds later. Jack lead Theta in, carefully keeping hold of her hand. Jack urged the doors to close before the mass of people caught sight of them, who would undoubtedly seek refuge on a less crowded floor. What they didn’t know was that Jack’s elevator would not be making any stops; instead, they would be climbing directly to the top. The doors slid close, and Jack took a moment to collect himself. Realizing that Theta’s hand was still locked firmly with his own, Jack carefully pulled it away, remembering his boundaries. Painful as it was, Jack was already concerned about what was about to ensue.
He used that hand to draw his finger to the button requesting the top floor, which was labeled with a decorative “P”, the only button in the shaft. He did not speak, nor did he so much as glance in Theta’s direction. The elevator hummed its way upwards, and Jack began to feel a chill himself. Despite his efforts, his eyes wandered ever so slightly to his company, who shook violently. It pained him to see her so uncomfortable; but even now, drenched and slightly pale, Jack felt a desire to hold her close more than ever. He needed to offer Theta comfort, offer her warmth. Even if he had drawn her close, he would only worsen the situation. Instead, Jack stood beside her in a pool of icy agony, simply longing.
The elevator finally stopped, the doors sliding open. The top floor was silent aside from the patter of the rain and the soft sound of violins overhead. Jack eyed the grand, golden-encrusted set of double doors that lead to the three-story abode that Jack was fortunate enough to call his own. There was only a small hallway on the top floor, various mirrors and photographs, end tables with expensive vases - and then the mysterious, locked doors. “You need to get out of those wet clothes.” Jack pulled his keys from his pocket, turning the lock. Perhaps they could each dry themselves and take their leave - but where would they go? Jack feared allowing Theta in; all the same, who would see? In the safety of his penthouse, not a soul knew Jack existed.
He had become somewhat reclusive in the last few minutes that they entered the hotel, his mind fogged with apprehension and concern. Then, there was that lurching desire to take care of Theta, which somehow triumphed over those anxieties, only leaving them to linger. The doors creaked slightly as Jack pushed them open, revealing the open space of the Pierre Hotel penthouse, floor one. They were greeted with a grand staircase, branching out on either side, leading up to the second floor. Jack finally reached Theta’s expression, gently touching her back, as to welcome her inside. He smiled softly, speaking just as lightly. "It's all right." And now I come to you with open arms.
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THETA STONE
Aries ♈
Posts: 67
Age: 22
Occupation: Law Student/Intern
♡ Status: In a Relationship
OOC: Sky
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Post by THETA STONE on Jun 26, 2013 21:10:27 GMT
Theta followed where Jack lead; cold, drenched, and began to fold in on herself. She'd felt so lighthearted and gleeful only a short while ago, but something had changed in the air. She felt like a burden to Jack, and she half wondered if she should just tell him to leave her -- that she'd join the crowd and wait for her chance to hail a cab. Her eyes flicked back to that unfortunate group, drenched as she and Jack were, and knew she was in the same boat. She had nowhere to go. She didn't even know where Jack was taking her, but she was glad for the warmth of his fingers as they stepped inside the elevator.
But his hand slipped away, and he did not reclaim his hold on her. Theta's gaze dropped and she wrapped her arms around herself, trying to control the chilling shudders that were wreaking havoc beneath her skin. She was almost grateful for the distraction they provided, though, because Jack had become suddenly silent -- he wouldn't even look at her. So. not without a pang deep in her chest, Theta decided to mind her own business; the business of getting warm.
The ride in the elevator seemed to go on forever, and the icy silence between them chewed at Theta's conscience. It crossed her mind that they had to be near the top of the building. But she was too cold to really consider further, her dark eyes glancing up to peer between the doors as they slid back. And she couldn't help but feel taken aback again; more fine displays of wealth. Wealth that was part of a world she would never know. The fantasy had ended with dinner, but here she was again, feeling as if her surroundings were worth more than she was.
She glanced towards Jack at his words, but was quiet. She didn't have anything to change into. Jack had to mean something by it though, and as he fit a key into the beautiful door, Theta realized that this was the place Jack called home. It must have been -- and she felt ignorant for not connecting the dots sooner. But she had been freezing, she still was, in fact, and much too preoccupied with her own thoughts.
There was no being preoccupied though with the view Theta was presented with. Theta's dark gaze took in the room, and she felt her mouth drop open in slight dismay. It was all so . . . grand. Just like a dinner, Theta was reminded of how painfully insignificant she was. Quickly closing her mouth, Theta hugged herself a little tighter; she was trespassing on Jack's hospitality . . . she should be downstairs. She almost smiled at the irony of that, but she didn't, instead she glanced up at him, the words stolen from her mouth as his hand lightly brushed her back.
"It's all right."
His voice was so gentle and kind, it soothed her momentary panic. She returned his smile, her dark eyes lingering on him, before she nodded towards it all; the grand display of luxury and comfort -- somewhere high in the sky. "This is all . . . your's?" she asked softly; it was clear it was, but Theta couldn't imagine anyone living so lavishly. It made her decent apartment look like . . . a cardboard box. Letting out a quiet sight, Theta was frustrated with herself again -- for speaking the obvious. "It's lovely," she added, hoping the compliment would somehow overshadow her first remark.
Theta was grateful for his gentle touch, but she couldn't help but wonder how long it would last.
I was lost until you found me.
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Jack Carrington
Capricorn ♑
Posts: 114
Age: Twenty-seven
Occupation: Lawyer
♡ Status: In a Relationship
OOC: Kassie
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Post by Jack Carrington on Jun 26, 2013 23:15:22 GMT
Jack’s fingertips felt ablaze at the feel of her; after Theta was reassured that she was welcome, Jack casually - painfullly - allowed his hand to fall away once more. It was such a dangerous domain to allow his emotions to ignite, particularly when his emotions were inequitable. Regardless, Jack found himself smiling at gentle astonishment in her tone, which sweetly broke the silence. Jack graciously accepted Theta’s compliment with a gentle nod of the head, a graceful smile still present at his lips. “Come; let’s find you something comfortable.” As the two stepped inside, Jack sealed them within, locked away in that tower together for however long their evening would preserve.
Jack hurried up the stairs, careful to keep Theta at his side. The two of them fell silent once more, shivering against the chill. Though Theta had been his first guest, his heart began to feel unexpectedly at home. The extra set of footsteps echoing along the staircase had been a foreign - but somewhat inviting - sound all in the same. They reached the second floor, which overlooked the first. The second floor was predominately a ballroom, which could be transformed into a dining hall upon Jack’s request. Seeing as how Jack kept to himself, there was no need, and the ballroom was hauntingly empty. They approached a second elevator off to the right, also framed in gold.
Jack’s eyes lowered on Theta, warm and gentle. He kept his hands folded together, as to keep them from wandering away from him, reaching for her own. Theta did not need Jack in the way he needed her, and now, where Jack had brought Theta, it was more crucial than ever to keep his emotions at bay. Where they were entirely alone, entirely unseen by the world. The way she looked at him and each second she drew closer to him, however, the more intense his longing became. He fought the memories back - the memory of her fingers along his cheek, the allure of her breath in his ear. The two stepped off on the third floor, where they were greeted to a final grand room.
The room overlooked the city, giant curtains drawn back to reveal the entirety of New York City from an overlooking tower. Rain clouded the vision, but it was evident that even now, the pulse of New York had not stopped beating. Lightening flashed, illuminating the dimly lit hall. Jack looked down at Theta once more, allowing his hand to guide her once more, tearing her from the position in which she had been rooted. “Come along.” Jack urged her quietly. The approached a set of french doors that had been left ajar, revealing a luxury bed, neatly made, that was situated across from a single, towering window behind one of many brilliant, crystal chandeliers.
Two bookshelves adorned either side of the window, which offered another breathtaking view. A chest of drawers, however, was Jack’s target. It was near his bedside, a brilliant piece of lavish woodwork, adorned with golden knobs. Jack approached the piece, but turned to Theta before making another move. “You’ll find towels just through that door,” Jack nodded to a second set of french doors just off to his left, “make yourself comfortable and dry. I’ll offer you privacy.” Jack smiled gently, waiting for a moment as he watched her go; once the french doors to the spacious bathroom were closed, Jack began to prowl through the neat array of night attire.
He knew he had left them here, largely in hopes that she may return. He truly did have everything to offer her, but she had never made it into his arms since she left. Part of Jack wondered if Charlotte was alive in well, the other half of him finding it impossible to push her out of his tormented memory. When his fingers caught the lavish silk gown, his heart ached. Nevertheless, Jack retrieved them slowly, turning it over in his hands. He felt something within him swell, some form of suffering that was - this time - much harder to swallow. Jack spread the silken gown out on the surface of his bed, and turned to retrieve the others.
Before Jack took his leave, the bed was lined with three sets of evening apparel to choose from, each a different material and pastel. Jack closed the french doors, turning his back to the room entirely. He took in the hall, still shivering himself. He’d waited a moment before deciding it best to change himself. Thankfully, Jack found that the maid had already laid out his evening attire for him - a white button-up and casual evening slacks. He retrieved his things from the couch in front of the fireplace, which - much to Jack’s satisfaction - was already lit and gently popping about. Jack vanished into a small facility down the hall, where he could make himself more comfortable. And now I come to you with open arms.
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