Gaze holds his firmly, though well aware of "the look" that he trailed over her foundations. It was nothing new to her, yet she had easily grown tired of it. Dark lashes veil over ashen blue orbletts, hiding her own mixed emotions. Smooth, real smooth; she thought to herself, acknowledging his sultry words. A sigh lifts her foreself as she rises gingerly taking his hand in hers briefly, before pulling if away with almost putrid disgust. Her quickness to judge could possibly jade her eyes against his mere friendliness, turning it into something alltogether worse.

"Rebecha Owen, nice to meet you Mr. Jackson." Her tone his smooth and silky still, not betraying her snapping inward response. Oh how she sickened of men flocking to her side for merely her gracious looks. She still held her cool resolve, not yet extending warmth to this stranger, just cordial interest. Cranium tilts childishly to the side as her gaze breaks from his and glances down the street. "Would you happen to know where StoneRidge Lane is?" Her casual smile grows slightly taught, her struggle with a clean countenance becoming more difficult as each word is spoken.

OOC<--excuses..hmmm..maybe I'm interested. [is a good listener...sometimes..]

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• same ol' -- Indy, 12:48:08 06/11/02 Tue
  • Registered Calm -- Becha Owen, 13:09:01 06/11/02 Tue
    • reason to believe -- Indy, 13:27:39 06/11/02 Tue
      • But is there? -- Becha Owen, 13:40:06 06/11/02 Tue
        • i think there is -- Indy, 15:50:07 06/11/02 Tue
          • Maybe for you -- Becha Owen, 15:58:17 06/11/02 Tue
            • well, mayhap i'll convince you otherwise -- Indy, 22:35:18 06/11/02 Tue
              • Try as you might -- Becha Owen, 07:34:30 06/12/02 Wed