Live Roleplay Session on the IMVU Client on February 13, 2014
Roleplay: “Ladies Night”
Players: CharlotteCarrendar (Brock), LadyBelz (Pandora)
“Highway to the Danger Zone”
Central Park Green
LadyBelz: Pandora walked into the park, cringing at the sound of all the screaming children. She itched to set all the little shits on fire but refrained. She promised Kali. Instead, she searched for Brock and saw him waving to her from a little picnic area he’d set up. She waved back and sauntered over. “Hi.”
CharlotteCarrendar: -Pandora looked…well radiant in her casual attire. Course, the screaming kids in the park may have unsettled her, but at least they weren’t as bad as the patrons at the Poison tongue. Brock was at a site he picked, with picnic blanket, basket, and a carefree smile. “Hey..” he said, flicking back a stray lock of hair that failed to be tied back. “You look great.” >3
LadyBelz: “Thanks. You do as well.” she grinned, sitting down. “I was kind of surprised to get your call, believe it or not.”
CharlotteCarrendar: Brock watched her sit down on the rug, and he crouched down, taking out a bottle of wine, and popping the cork. “I know the call ended oddly. You got some….crazy flat mate, or something?” he asked, pouring her a glass of wine.
LadyBelz: She shook her head. “Oh god. Sorry about that. It was one of my friends, Kali. She snatched the phone from my hand.” Her face actually flushed with embarrassment, something she didn’t think was possible.
CharlotteCarrendar: -Brock simply chuckled “No need to apologize, just kinda left me a bit bewildered. To be honest, I wasn’t sure if you’d show.” he said, offering her the glass of wine, before setting the bottle back in the cooler. He then reached for a container, that had cheeses and cold meats and popped the lid off, setting it down in her reach. “I have some crackers here somewhere.” Brock then fussed in the basket, till he found the packet.
LadyBelz: Taking the glass, she took a sip rather then downing the whole thing in one go. She hadn’t eaten yet and didn’t want to get sloshed right away. “I almost didn’t.” she admitted. “But Kali and Simone….were very insistent…even dragged me shopping for clothes.”
CharlotteCarrendar: “No way?” Brock said, tearing the end off the packet of crackers, and setting it beside the condiment box. “I thought girls like shopping. Like, its a national past time.”
LadyBelz: Pandora rolled her eyes. “For Simone, it’s practically and Olympic sport. I loathe shopping. If it isn’t some shade of black, I’m not wearing it. Black goes with everything and I don’t have to try and color coordinate everything.”
CharlotteCarrendar: That was funny, since Brock was wearing black and grey, and glanced down at his attire with a quirky brow. Looking back up, he could only smile. “Have to agree with you there.” Making light of her love of black clothes, since he shared the same passion. Brock eased out on the blanket and gestured at the food he had presented for her. “Care to try the cheese? Goes great with that wine.”
LadyBelz: Pandora snatched up a slice of Swiss and lays it on a cracker, topping it with a slice of pepperoni and an olive. She didn’t want to be rude, but crackers were made for cramming and she shoved the whole thing in her mouth in one go, chewing with delight. “Mmmm.”
CharlotteCarrendar: -Watching Pandora pile the condiments on the cracker and then devouring it in one go, only made his smile wider. “More wine?” he said, taking out the bottle and waving it slightly.
LadyBelz: She held out her glass. “Please?” She made herself another cracker sandwich and nibbled on this one while she waited. “So…I was curious…You know what I do for a living. But what do you do? I never asked you.”
CharlotteCarrendar: Tipping the bottle so the wine flowed freely into her glass, Brock answered her question. “Air force pilot….well, I graduate next month.” So he was still a cadet, but had done many hours of flying time off the coast of the family island base. Brock poured himself a glass of wine, and then picked up an olive and popped it in his mouth. “Whole family are fly boys. Which is odd considering…uhm…yeah. You would have got to see my Uncle George at the wedding. Typical stunt bringing a plane to the church instead of a car like normal folk.”
LadyBelz: Eyes wide, Pandora was impressed. “That was your uncle? And your whole family fly? Do you all do crazy stunts like that or is it just him?”
CharlotteCarrendar: “Well, Dad had his moments when he was younger.” Brock said fondly. “I don’t want to mess my ride, so I refrain from that. But at home…that’s a different story.” Clearly there was a lot more to the story. “Only one yet to fly is Billy, the youngest, but he is more into cybernetics and robotics.”
LadyBelz: “How many brothers do you actually have?” This was a novelty to Pandora, who’s own home life was kind of tragic as he already knew. She wasn’t close to her mother or stepfather, but she did have two younger brothers who she called at least twice a week.
CharlotteCarrendar: “Four. Ty, Nigel, Orson and Billy.” Brock said, taking a sip of his wine. “We are all pretty close, you could say. Dad always said, the only thing you can truly count on is your family.” Pausing a moment, he asked. “Do your family live close?”
LadyBelz: Pandora shook her head, marveling at the fact that he had family he could count on. “No. They’re in California.” She didn’t elaborate.
CharlotteCarrendar: “Oh…well, least there are the holidays, right?” Brock said, trying to change the conversation a little and be more upbeat. “Do you like chicken…? I made chicken and salad sandwiches. Kind of a favourite at home.” he said, taking out a wrapped sandwich and handing it to her.
LadyBelz: Thankful that he didn’t pry deeper, thinking about explaining more once she got to know him better, she took the sandwich and unwrapped it. “Who doesn’t love chicken sandwiches? That’s about as American as baseball and apple pie.” she chuckled, taking a bite. She moaned with delight as the flavor burst across her tongue. It had the right amount of everything.
CharlotteCarrendar: Watching her tuck into the sandwich and clearly enjoying it if her facial expression was anything to go by, Brock relaxed more and continued to sip his wine. The park was now full of families, and young couples under the trees, some people playing football, and kids on swings. Totally alien from her world most likely. “I would have asked you over for dinner, but my brothers would probably start with the one hundred questions.”
LadyBelz: Pandora nearly choked on her sandwich and stared at him, surprised. “You live with your family? And you haven’t killed one another yet?” Another novelty. She would have killed her stepfather, given the right opportunity. She loathed the man and her mother more so for marrying the ass. Only good thing to come out of that relationship were her brothers.
CharlotteCarrendar: “Dad has the big town apartment, and lets us stay when we are not on base. So yeah…but its a fairly open plan apartment, heaps of room really. Our real home is off the coast, and you need to fly to get there.” Brock said, pinching a piece of cheese. “And the reason I haven’t killed my brothers yet, is easy. As much as they can be real shits, I know they got my back.”
LadyBelz: “Sounds like a real close knit bunch.” she smiled, snatching another cracker and following it with a sip of her wine. “Flying though…must make it easy to meet women. Women love a man who flies and looks good in a uniform.” She shrugged, not willing to admit that she too found fly boys kind of sexy.
CharlotteCarrendar: “Don’t go calling us the Brady’s. Heh…bunch.” Brock laughed at the thought of that. Her curiosity about fly boys and their ladies in every town had him look at her comically. “Oh…then that would be Ty and Orson for sure. Girl at each base. Mhm. Both CLAIM to be ladies men, but yeah, I’ll believe that when I see it.” He clearly like to tease his brothers about their affairs. “I’m actually not normally one to date. Uhm….dunno really. You’re the first woman I have asked out….twice.”
LadyBelz: That made her eyes go wide. “Uh…well…I don’t know what to say.” She blushed again. She was usually more confident around men, pretty much leading them by the balls so they could get her on her back, pants shoved down around her ankles, but Brock was a whole different breed of man. It threw her off her stride.
CharlotteCarrendar: It was actually nice to see her off guard like that and all he did was say. “Mhm.” before setting aside his empty glass. “I was more into studies…and clocking up flying time, while my brothers did the clubs. I would see them come home late, sometimes bringing a girl back. Usually it would end badly, or you catch them naked standing in the refrigerator when you come out for coffee. ” He said, wincing with embarrassment at the memory.
LadyBelz: Pandora laughed at that. “Oh my god. I can’t imagine it. I think I’d be scarred for life if I saw my brothers naked.”
CharlotteCarrendar: “Not my brothers….the girls they brought home. Always seemed to be eating from our fridge. No idea where they got the girls from.” He said, then realizing this must have sounded comical.
LadyBelz: Pandora had to see her glass and sandwich down as she clutched her stomach, freely laughing. “Knowing some of the girls that I do, they probably tried to hook up with you as well, eh?”
CharlotteCarrendar: “No…I look pretty scruffy in the morning, and boxers. I see these chicks, I turn and go back to my room faster than you can blink. Locked the door a few times.” He added, enjoying the fact that she found this amusing.
LadyBelz: That simply made her laugh harder, laying flat on her back, her whole body vibrating with the force of her laughter. “Priceless.”
CharlotteCarrendar: Brock could see and hear that Pandora was finding his situation at home to be more comical than a British sitcom. “Now you see why I don’t date often. Too many scary memories of my brothers conquests.”
LadyBelz: Getting herself under control, she rolled back over, wiping the tears of laughter from her eyes. “Understandable. So what do you actually do for fun besides flying? Any hobbies?”
CharlotteCarrendar: “Cooking actually. Dad taught me when I was really young. Usually cause he had to go away a lot and didn’t trust Mrs Mortinez. Come to think of it, I didn’t trust her either. But yeah, I find it relaxing and often Dad asked me to host the family dinners, before he got married to Tessa.”
LadyBelz: “Cooking? Really?” she was seriously impressed. A man who could cook. He sounded like a keeper…and he wanted to date her?? What was wrong with this man? “What’s your favorite dish to cook?”
CharlotteCarrendar: “Actually, its a desert. Tiramisu. Layers of sponge, cream with a coffee flavour and Marsala.” He said, with the thought of it, making his mouth water. Other than that pasta dishes…uhm…Fettuccine Mona Lisa…I do. Bacon, spinach, pine nuts and pasta, tossed in a tomato cream sauce with a hint of garlic.”
LadyBelz: Pandora covered her mouth to hide the drool that wanted to form. “Marry me.” she joked, snorting laughter.
CharlotteCarrendar: Brock actually coughed when he heard Pandora jokingly asking him to marry her. “Wow…I don’t know what to say. Can I think it over?” He replied with a devious smirk.
LadyBelz: She chuckled at that. It had sounded like a proposal and for the third time her face went red. “Sorry about that. It’s not often I come across a man who enjoys cooking. Screwing their brains out, yes. Cooking, no.”
CharlotteCarrendar: “I’m sure you would get a culinary orgasm from my cooking, Pandora.” he teased, before reaching for another piece of cheese and popping it in his mouth. “I hate to admit, this dating thing is new to me. Am I supposed to screw your brains out?”
LadyBelz: Pandora, who’d just taken a sip of her wine, promptly choked. “Um…most of the men I date pretty much expect it. Stupid me, I let them.” she sighed. Now was the time to talk about her family, and hope it didn’t scare him off for good. She was beginning to like him, even if it turned out they just remained friends. “It’s behavioral, you know. I grew up in that kind of environment. I told you about my mom and step dad. Before my mom met George, she was a high school English teacher. Had the college degrees and everything. My dad died when I was 6, killed by a drunk driver. Then she met George.”
CharlotteCarrendar: Brock listened intently as she spoke of her family and home life, something that was marred with tragedy from a young age. He knew the pain of loss at a young age…too young to even remember what his mother looked like. “But you turned out okay, right?” he asked, curious with what her answer would be-
LadyBelz: She shrugged. “I’d like to think so. But apparently I have crappy taste in men. And that’s according to Simone.” she shrugged. “Maybe it’s true and I’m too blind to see it. My mother ended up losing her job because of George. They found out she had a side job as a prostitute when she tried to solicit one of her fellow teachers. He recognized her and reported her to the school. They both lost their jobs, of course, and she turned to stripping…which turned to drug use and more prostitution…and an arrest record. The only good thing to come out that fucked-up relationship are my half-brothers. They’re in college.”
CharlotteCarrendar: It was kinda shocking to hear this gritty account of Pandora’s Mother’s antics and the spiral into the darker world of prostitution and stripping. Not that he judged Pandora for it. As far as he knew she was a barmaid, not a dancer. “Am I crappy?” he asked, now curious as to what category he was to fit into.
LadyBelz: She looked own at her hands. “No. You’re something much different then the usual. It’s kind of…refreshing.”
CharlotteCarrendar: “Different? Okay, that sounds like a compliment.” Brock said, moving to lay on his back, arms behind his head and look up to the sky. “If you care for another sandwich, there is one in the hamper.”
LadyBelz: Pandora looked down, realizing she’d finished her sandwich as they were talking. “We can split it.” she suggested.
CharlotteCarrendar: Turning his head sideways, he simply smiled. “I insist you have both. I want to hear that little moan that you do….like when you ate the first one.” he said with a wink.
LadyBelz: Pandora’s eyes went wide. “I did?” She thought back…and her face went red. How did he DO that? “Oh fuck me sideways.” she groaned, slapping a hand over her eyes and falling onto her back.
CharlotteCarrendar: “Sideways?” Brock looked down at his crotch and then thought for a moment. “Uhm…sounds painful, but if you insist.” he joked, seeing her now having fallen back. “And on your back and everything. All it took was a chicken sandwich and a glass of wine.” Now this was a joke, and he waited for her to probably throw something at him.
LadyBelz: Balling up her napkin, she tossed it at him, laughing the whole while. “I have never been more embarrassed in my life. Not even the time some bitch snuck up on me during a hockey game and yanked my pants down – which ended up being shown on the big screen, by the way – could compare to this.” she chuckled.
CharlotteCarrendar: “I would have paid to see that.” Brock chortled, catching the napkin and then dabbing his lips with it, before scrunching it and tossing it into the hamper. “Was your ass as cute then as it is now?”
LadyBelz: Pandora turned her head to look at her butt in the tight shorts she was wearing. She knew she had a nice ass and was proud of it. “Yep. I work hard to keep this body in shape. Pilate’s, yoga, some Tai Chi when I have time.”
CharlotteCarrendar: “Nice. Healthy body healthy mind. I think that is how it goes.” Brock said, sitting up and starting to pack up the condiments, and cracker box, making room in the hamper. He had thoroughly enjoyed the picnic, and hoped that she had too.
LadyBelz: Pandora sat up and looked at her watch. She was surprised to see that four hours had gone by. For the first time, she’d actually have fun with a guy that didn’t involve sex. “Damn. I didn’t realize it was that late.”
CharlotteCarrendar: -Brock was putting the bottle of wine in the hamper, along with the cooler. He fetched their glasses and used a napkin to clean them before stowing them away. He watched her check the time, and then exclaim that she had no idea what time it was now. “Time flies when your having fun, or so it goes.” Brock said, as he closed the lid. Rising to standing, he moved the basket off the rug and then motioned for her to stand. “Care to help me fold this?”
LadyBelz: “Sure.” she nodded, rolling to her feet. She picked up one end of the blanket and waited for him to grab the other.
CharlotteCarrendar: Brock grabbed the other, joining his two halves neatly, then walking towards her, to take up her slack end. “Just glad it didn’t rain. Not that I mind seeing a wet t shirt from time to time.” He laughed at his own joke, then took up the rug and folded the last of it, placing it down on the hamper. At this he stood kinda awkwardly, and was about to say something, but refrained. “I had a great time, we should do this again soon.”
LadyBelz: At the mention of wet tshirts, Pandora chuckled. “Every Friday night at The Tongue, Cecil has a wet tshirt contest. He keeps trying to get me to compete and I have to punch him in the nose to get him to back off.” She leaned down to smack at a mosquito that had landed on her thigh.
CharlotteCarrendar: -Seeing the blood stain on her leg from one dead mosquito, Brock said. “Well someone finds you tasty. Only died for their efforts.” He picked up the hamper and rug, and was about to set off for his truck. “Do you need a ride home, Pandora?”
LadyBelz: “Nope. Got my baby parked nearby.” she grinned, turning to walk to where she parked. On impulse, she decided to do a cartwheel like she did when she was a young girl, and received several wolf-whistles from a group of college guys who were playing Frisbee.
CharlotteCarrendar: -Seeing the girl do a cartwheel, kinda made Brock lose his tongue. He then found it again and nearly tripped over a loose cobblestone. “Err….okay, well…be seeing ya.” That said, he headed off to his truck and a quick ride home.
LadyBelz: She watched him drive away, a contemplative look on her face. Climbing on her bike, she pulled on her helmet before she headed for home. She needed a shower before she headed to work.