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Post by kaler ryan scott on Feb 25, 2011 19:51:17 GMT -5
For such a small town, there always seemed to be one event after another going on in Arietta. The people were all still reeling from the excitement that had been Jared and Randi Trent’s wedding, and then it felt like they were turning around just in time to attend what was nothing short of a birthday bash being thrown to celebrate Vidette and Stella Garland’s birthday. Kaler hadn’t had a huge role in the planning of this party, his part being to sit and be the one that Vidette bounced ideas off of and give some feedback when necessary. The twins had decided on a masquerade themed party, something that Kaler was kind of dreading as he didn’t really do the themed thing at all, but he took the mask that was provided for him and knew he’d end up wearing the damn thing. He sighed as he picked it up that evening, making sure that he didn’t forget to take it as he headed out the door and for his car, on his way to the party. He had also taken special care to remember Viddy’s gifts, as showing up to her birthday party without them probably wouldn’t be acceptable boyfriend behavior. It wasn’t like he wouldn’t see her any other time, but he really couldn’t afford anymore screw ups right now after the jail fiasco at the wedding. Kaler’s blue eyes were on the road, his mind lost in thought when his cell phone sounded, alerting him to a new text message. He did the unsafe thing of reading the message while driving, finding that it was from Vidette. Kaler grinned to himself a big as he tossed his phone back in the passenger seat, travelling the rest of the way and parking the black Camaro along the road with the other vehicles of guests that had already arrived. Kaler made his way inside, and the up the stairs, looking for the room Viddy had said for him to meet her in through the text message. He of course smiled and said his hellos to those that he passed by, but his mind was absolutely geared toward what the little birthday girl had in store for him. Kaler found the door she had specified and opened it, finding a dimly lit room that was far from the main party happening below. “Vid?” Kaler shut the door behind him, having the foresight to lock it as well, and then he sat the small gift wrapped box he held in his hand down.
tagged: EVIE // AMBER
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Post by evelyn keely garland on Feb 25, 2011 20:36:53 GMT -5
It was kind of entertaining to realize that there were so many people that had no idea who the middle triplet was. There were few people that she grew up with that remembered her, but there were always the Trent’s to keep her company. It also did not hurt that for the past few weeks the only time she had left her sister’s home was whenever Vidette was coming over, and when she was going out with James Hale. To say that the middle sister was excited for her debut may have been a severe understatement. She had already been playing games with her sister’s boyfriend for a week. Phone calls to distract him, but at the same time this this was going to take the cake. Pretending to be Vidette had gotten her places many many years ago, and now she had successfully infiltrated her phone to tell her boyfriend Kaler Scott to meet her in some room back the corridor away from the party. Evelyn Garland was the most devious person that one could come across, as she finished with her hair and pulled the straightened locks into her poof, making sure that her masquerade mask would tie nicely and cooperate. That was all later though, that was phase two of her plans for tonight. That was going to be fucking with the man she loved girlfriend’s head; Evie already knew that she had sparked enough there just by bringing her presence back into town. The goal for tonight though was to get her sister’s boyfriend to cheat on her with the absolute worst person in the world, her forgotten triplet. That was when she heard footsteps and then the door opened. She smirked, seeing as how it was now time to put her carefully thought out plan into action whenever she heard the sexy voice of her “boyfriend.” Time to pull a total Vidette but she waited until she heard the door lock, before she spoke. The room was dimly lit, but the brunette was sitting on a couch. “Hey,” Evie said with a smile on her lips. “I’m glad you found me.” She said as her feet led her to where Kaler was standing. She let her lips press gently against his waiting to see what he would do. Evie was good at this, but depending on how well he knew her sister would determine how far she could really get with him. It was going to be interesting.
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Post by kaler ryan scott on Feb 25, 2011 21:13:55 GMT -5
Most would probably be surprised at the brunette’s behavior if they even knew half of the story, but Kaler wasn’t anymore. When he had first met Vidette Garland, she had seemed like the good little girl type, but she had proved him wrong quite a few times since they had actually started spending time together and ended up falling in love. He hadn’t expected her to be as adventurous as this to come up with little rendezvouses for them, whether it be at one of their homes, the backroom of the bar at which he worked, or even now in this room at her birthday party. But, it was Vidette’s ability to keep Kaler on his toes that had really drawn him in at the beginning of all this, and it was just one thing that he continued to love about her. In this dimly lit room that she had brought him to, Kaler could see Vidette as she sat on the couch, and his icy blue eyes watched as she stood and made her way over to him. There was a smirk on his lips at hearing her words; of course he would find her. It wasn’t like he was incompetent, or like he would ignore this invitation to indulge in his girlfriend before they went to this party. Vidette approached, stopping before him and pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. Kaler brought a hand to her cheek, cradling her face and looking down into those dark eyes that he loved so much before kissing her again, this kiss leaving behind the gentleness of the first and giving in to that fiery passion that always existed between these two. There was never a time when Kaler wasn’t slightly taken aback by the intensity that they shared, always amazed at how it seemed that they couldn’t even begin to get enough of each other. That was the feeling he knew, the one that he craved as he let his hands move over her body, the kisses deepening before he turned her around, pressing her against the wall firmly and letting his lips move down along her jaw and to her neck. He kissed hungrily at her skin, but there was something just…off about it. It was something he couldn’t quite put his finger on, but Kaler pulled away just enough to look in her face, their bodies still pressed together. “You okay?” he asked, his voice a little rough from catching his breath. It was almost like Vid wasn’t into this, but only Kaler could feel that she was. Just, not in the way that she normally was, if that made any sense at all.
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Post by evelyn keely garland on Feb 25, 2011 23:01:35 GMT -5
There was something that was just pure genius about the brunette was she sat on the couch thinking about how conniving she really could be. Hearing him in the corridor had made her very aware that her acting skills were going to come into play, and the middle sister was well aware that she was up to the challenge. Impersonating Vidette had been one of her many skills, but the smirk that Evie normally wore on her lips had to be replaced an actual smile. Something that the brunette hated, because a smile was just too good for her. Evie was dark and twisted and had more secrets than one probably should, but that was besides the point. Right now she had to pretend to be her sister, and that was when she pushed herself up off the couch and let her lips capture her sister’s boyfriend’s lips. No wonder her sister had picked him; he was a good kisser even in the quick moment that she had with him. Evie felt his hand against her cheek, something that no man had done to her ever. She leaned into his hand, and then his lips were against hers with more fire than the first she had placed against his. She was completely okay with the fire that was burning between them as his lips moved against her skin and her fingers started to dance along his body. He had managed to get her against a wall, something that she was actually enjoying, but then for some reason Kaler pulled his lips away from her. His body was still pressed against hers, so she knew he wasn’t going anywhere. Evie heard his voice ”you okay?” and the brunette smirked. She was fine, more than fine, but she doubted that he would be asking her if she was okay when they were done. More like trying to figure out who the hell she was and how he was going to get out of telling her sister. Something she would be relishing in, but for now Evie was in the moment she let her voice escape “I’m fine.” and then she pushed him backwards so that he was on the couch. She climbed on top of him and started to play with his shirt as her lips caught his again. Evie was into this, but she knew that this may not be how Vidette would act with sex. She could only do so much acting before she came into herself and let loose.
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Post by kaler ryan scott on Feb 26, 2011 0:58:18 GMT -5
Even though things had been relatively good between Kaler and Vidette recently, there was always a little voice of doubt in the back of Kaler’s mind. He had been in and out of her good graces, and after the whole mess that had been his fight at the Trent wedding and ending up in jail, Kaler had been working especially hard to stay in the good of things. He had indeed learned something, which had been his girlfriend’s desire when she had left his ass in there, and now he knew that he not only needed to be that better person for himself and Vidette, but for their child as well. He had been keeping himself in check, and he couldn’t think of anything that he had done that may cause Viddy to react differently in this situation. His mind started working, wondering if something else might be up with her that had to nothing at all to do with him that was keeping her mind from being completely in the moment with him, and his blue eyes were quickly filled with curiosity and concern. However, his question was quickly greeted with a smirk, Vid telling him rather simply that she was fine. Kaler didn’t know if that was a real answer or not, but her hands were against him and pushing him back until his knees hit the couch, forcing him back on it. Vidette climbed on top of him, her hands playing at his shirt and her lips capturing his again. He kissed her back, trying to rid his mind of any doubt as he let his hands slide up along her thighs, pushing up the hem of that black dress she was wearing to reveal more skin. Kaler’s lips were once again moving against her jaw, along her neck and to the skin of her chest that was revealed by this dress, and before too long he moved so that she would be able to rid him of the dress shirt that he had worn to go with this themed party. As he did, his lips parted with hers and his eyes watched her intensely, taking in her face, watching the moves that she made as her fingers undid each button on his shirt. “There’s something different about you tonight,” he ventured slowly, eyes watching for any reaction, knowing that he needed to treat softly. “I can’t figure it out though.” But god, it was bugging him, like it was something that was literally right there in front of him yet he could not see it. He could have cracked a pregnancy and hormone joke to ease whatever tension he may have just created, or he could have fussed over it being her birthday, but he was still waiting. That sense of doubt was back in his mind, but now it had nothing at all do to do with him or what he may or may not have done. There was something else going on, but he still couldn’t quite put his finger on what it was.
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Post by evelyn keely garland on Feb 26, 2011 1:47:01 GMT -5
Evelyn was doing a damn good job of fulfilling her duty of playing nice. She had Kaler with her, and obviously he thought she was Vidette. It had been good enough to get his lips locked with hers and herself pinned up against a wall. So he knew what he was doing, and quite frankly he had picked the wrong Garland sister. Vid had her own little personality, but there was something about this guy that intrigued even Evie. Though she really only had eyes for one man and that was James Hale. Though Evie could gladly fuck around with her sister’s boyfriend and feel no remorse. It was easy for her, she brought her head out of her little Jem world, wishing that Kaler was Jem. That was what had made him ask, her mind was flitting elsewhere. It also snapped her to realize that this wouldn’t work if she did not keep her head in the game. WIth that she answered with her smirk and pushed him against the couch. Once the brunette was on top of him, she felt his hands on her thighs pushing her dress up and then lips on her skin. Yeah, she wanted this if for nothing other than the fact that she was getting all worked up, and if she did not get laid out of it all she would be pissed. Evie let her fingers find the buttons of his dress shirt, she was ready to get him out of his clothes and get this going. He had to keep talking, and as much as Evie just wanted to tell him to shut the fuck up she smirked lightly. “I don’t know. Maybe because it’s my birthday.” If he only knew the real reason that she was different he would flip his lid, and she was not about to tell him until after she got what she wanted. Evie let her lips move from above his to his neck and his ear, knowing that it always turned a man on. Evie’s fingers moved along his chest and down to his dress pants, she knew what she wanted and she was not going to stop until she got exactly that. All she could hope for was that he would not figure out the fact that she was not Vidette.
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Post by kaler ryan scott on Feb 26, 2011 14:50:19 GMT -5
This was fucking ridiculous. Kaler knew that, and yet his mind was still reeling, still searching for this seemingly vital little piece of the picture that he was missing in that moment. But, what in the hell could it possibly be? This was Vidette, and she had propositioned him for some birthday sex that he should in no way be questioning or ruining by any means. She had said she was fine, and Kaler couldn’t think of a reason why that wouldn’t be true. There was something different about, well, everything, and Kaler knew that it wasn’t just because it was her birthday; there was always that question of change when another year passed you by, but change didn’t just happen overnight like someone flipping a switch. Vidette kissed him again, and then let her lips go to his neck and ear, a spot that Kaler had a real thing for and it could get him going no matter what the case may be. Her hands trailed down his chest, him feeling her start at the button of his pants. Trying to once again ignore all the illogical red flags that were going up inside of his head, Kaler let his hands reach around her, searching for the zipper at the back of this dress. He found it, fingers skillfully pulling it down and revealing more bare skin before he went to pull the straps of the dress from her shoulders. He didn’t know how naked she was willing to get when she was just going to have to redress and go back to the party, but Kaler was all for having as much skin as possible. And, for a moment he had forgotten all those initial thoughts, all those doubts until his hands had moved back down along her body, feeling every familiar curve…or what should have been every familiar curve. Surely he was just imagining things, because this couldn’t be right. His body tensed automatically, Kaler’s hands frozen on her sides ignoring everything she was doing. Vidette had such a tiny, petite frame, and although she was not far along in pregnancy, a small baby bump was discernable if you were someone like Kaler that paid close attention to her body. This woman currently on top of him did not have that precious baby bump that Kaler had grown so fond of, and it was just another piece of the picture that was falling into place. This woman didn’t look at him like Vidette did, nor did she move quite the same. Her lips didn’t even feel right as they worked on his neck, failing to do what Vidette knew how to do without effort. But the thing was, if this was not his girlfriend, then it had to be Stella, Vid’s twin, and Stella wouldn’t do this. So, then it had to be Vidette….but Kaler was so certain that it wasn’t. He knew Viddy, and this was not her. The dim lighting hadn’t allowed him to fully see it, but he could feel it, and although it went against all logic, he knew it was true. Kaler found his ability to move again, and moved them to where he was over top of her, pinning her down against the couch on her back. He looked down into her face, looking for anything that would tell him what the hell this was, but his eyes narrowed when he realized he had gotten played somehow, anger coursing through him almost instantly. “I don’t know who the hell you are, but you’re not Vidette,” he said, his tone with a sharp edge even though the words sounded bizarre when he was looking at this woman. Kaler just hoped that he wasn’t wrong, or else this was going to look really bad.
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Post by evelyn keely garland on Feb 27, 2011 1:31:48 GMT -5
The brunette knew she was skating on thin ice whenever she blamed her behavioral changes on her birthday, but she was going to do whatever she wanted. Evelyn knew that she could turn a man on and that was exactly what she was doing. She had her lips against his skin, working the area between his ear and his neck. Her fingers felt the muscles of his chest, and then his hands were looking for the zipper of her dress. Feeling his fingers against her skin lit every trace on fire, and that was the worst part. She wanted him to take her, and she wanted him to just get going. Evie knew that she was doing everything right, especially whenever his fingers found the straps to her dress and slid them over her shoulders. She knew that taking all of her clothes off was a bad idea, but to hell with reason. She would have taken all of the damn clothes off with no issue. Her fingers had skillfully succeeded in unzipping his pants and her lips continued to move against his skin. The brunette could feel him getting into it and whatever was holding him back was slowly slipping from his mind as his fingers traced her bare skin. Until she felt his body tense underneath her and some how he had figured something was not right about what was going on. She honestly had no idea how he could have not figured it out, but that was when their positions were switching. Now he had her pinned against the couch, and Evie started to smirk but stopped herself. That would not have been good, but she knew that this was interesting. Certainly not what she had bargained for, but it would have to do. The man on top of her, well she saw Kaler’s eyes narrow at her before his voice came to fall on her ears. “I don’t know who the hell you are, but you are not Vidette.” It almost made her lose her focus again. Her dark eyes met his burning gaze, and she raised an eyebrow at him. “How do you know? For all you know I am Vidette, you have no reason to believe otherwise. But if I’m not, would it really matter?” That was when the smirk that had been cleverly dancing at her lips actually graced her presence. This was Evelyn Garland, and she brought her lips up to meet his while he kept her pinned. She had no problem keeping this a secret, alright that is a lie. Evie would have told Vidette that her lovely boyfriend couldn’t keep it in his pants, but she would have to wait and see what Kaler was going to do. Maybe he was a whore that would sleep with her girlfriend’s sister. Evie would just have to wait and see.
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Post by kaler ryan scott on Feb 27, 2011 19:36:35 GMT -5
There had been moments when Kaler had questioned his own sanity. Hell, anyone that had seen as many psychiatrists as he had over the years and had to take the kind of medications that he did would have to stop and wonder about it from time to time, but Kaler knew it was nothing like that. He was of a completely sound mind; there were just really poor decisions made throughout his life that would leave one to question it. This moment right here, though, was really going to send him to the fucking loony bin. Kaler knew Vidette so well, and this woman that wore her face and looked like her just wasn’t her. The differences were small, hardly distinguishable at all, but Kaler was certain that he was right. It was just…how in the hell was that possible? This was not Vidette that he was glaring down at, nor was it Stella because both sisters had sweet dispositions and wouldn’t dare try something like this on him. This woman didn’t seem like a possibility. How could there be another woman that looked and sounded exactly the same without anyone knowing? When she spoke, Kaler realized that he could pick up on subtle differences of tone, this voice not belonging to his Vidette at all. There was really no good way to wrap his mind around this one, and he would drag an explanation out of this bitch if it killed him. She smirked up at him, Kaler’s face still a fiery glare, and that’s when she pushed herself upward just enough to try for another kiss. Her lips barely touched his before Kaler was pulling away, getting the fuck off of the couch and taking a few steps back from this woman that he had very nearly cheated on his girlfriend with. He zipped his pants back up, his eyes still lingering on her. “Are you going to tell me who the fuck you are or not?” Kaler ignored everything that she had said, not in the mood to try and convince her that he knew what he was talking about or just how much it really did matter whether or not she was Vidette. All he knew was that this was bullshit.
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Post by evelyn keely garland on Feb 27, 2011 21:54:46 GMT -5
Well there was really no sense in trying to deny most of what was going to happen. Boy toy had figured out that she was most certainly not his girlfriend, which really was no surprise. It was just kind of funny seeing the expressions on his face change as the realization hit. Everyone knew all about the sunny sweet dispositions of Stella and Vidette Garland, but unless you grew up in the town no one knew anything about little Evie. She was able to get her lips on his one last time, but then he was off the couch and taking steps away from her. Evie pushed herself up to a sitting position as she watched him zip his pants. “Well damn, all that work for nothing.” was the only thought going through the middle Garland’s mind. She had gotten herself all hot and bothered and was not going to get a damn thing out of him now that he had figured out most of her game. Those blue eyes of his were still glaring at her whenever he started talking. “Are you going to tell me who the fuck you are or not?” and it just made the brunette smirk wildly at him. Thoughts were running through her mind and she knew damn well that she could continue this for a while, but she wondered how wild this temper would get. Not that it would really matter, because Evie thought he was hot as hell. She honestly could not fathom the idea that cheating on her sister would be so god awful, but she sat on the couch and wore the typical Evie grin that graced her lips. “You don’t strike me as a dumb boy, so I am sure that you can figure out who the fuck I am. Though you can blame my big sister for not telling you about me.” She smirked as she sat there trying to figure out what to do, which was when she sauntered over to him and let her finger run down his chest. “The way I see it Kaler, is that you have two options. Option one, you can continue putting your clothes on and help me zip my dress and walk out the door, or you can take option two. Option two, you can take off your pants and have a good time and never tell Vidette a thing. It’s not like she would ever know.” Evie still kept her name off her lips waiting to see which option he would chose and how she was going to work this all into her plan.
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Post by kaler ryan scott on Feb 28, 2011 0:53:25 GMT -5
And to think that the thing that Kaler had been dreading most about this night was having to wear that really unfortunate looking mask. Now, somewhere in the back of his mind, he realized he was going to have to go to Vidette, head hung in shame as he admitted to her what had almost just happened with this woman that he could only assume was another Garland sister that everyone had failed to tell him about. Technically, he was going to have to get the hell out of this room first and try to get his thoughts together. Then he was going to have to go find Vidette, and that wasn’t going to be a pretty scene at all. It figures that all fucking hell would break loose when things were actually going well for them, but out of everything that could have gone wrong this was really the last thing that Kaler Scott had seen coming. But this woman, whatever the hell her name was, seemed to be thoroughly enjoying herself and the chaos that she was causing, wearing the smirk on her lips almost proudly. Her offence had been well orchestrated, luring Kaler here under the pretenses that she had, but he could not even begin to appreciate her cunning ways when they were directed at him. So no, he was not dumb, and he had put two and two together in his head after getting over the initial shock of it all. The Garlands were not twins, but triplets, and this sister had somehow fallen through the cracks. Why Viddy had not thought Kaler deserved to know that bit of information, well, he had no idea, but he would have been fucking nice to know. This sister was a polar opposite of the others, getting up from where Kaler had left her on the couch and approaching him yet again, letting her finger run down over his chest. Kaler’s eyes bored into her face, body tensing once again under her touch. What, she was giving him options now? “Fuck you,” he said coldly. “I don’t know if you noticed, but you just lost your little game. You don’t get to make options for me.” And she was crazy if she ignored that harsh tone in his voice and thought otherwise. Kaler took another step back, starting to button his shirt again though not trusting this bitch enough to take his eyes off of her.
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Post by evelyn keely garland on Feb 28, 2011 2:35:11 GMT -5
Evelyn had a few ideas if for what was going to happen whenever she exited that room, it really just depended on what her companion was going to do. If he took option two, well maybe she wouldn’t spill the beans that he got away with fucking the triplet that did not really exist. It was just many different options that was running through the devious mind that is Evelyn Garland. She was set on ruining big sis’s life after what she had put her through, and then pretending that she did not exist was not the best way to get back into her good graces. Not that she would be getting into good graces ever to begin with, but finding out that no one knew about the sister that ran. So to get her boyfriend into the back room made Evie smirk. She was completely content with watching her chaos unfold, and watching the fire that was burning behind those blue eyes. She was part of the epic triplets, and for some reason her eldest sister does not want anyone else to know about her. It worked to her advantage, and she let her fingers graze Kaler’s skin. Evie felt his body tense under her finger, and she knew that she had gotten under his skin. It was kind of funny, but it wasn’t going to stop her from laying down the options that he had. If he didn’t want to play by her rules, he was going to get burned. There was no if ands or buts about that one, because there was two things she hated being told no and her big sister. Evie was devious and could get away with a lot of things. “Fuck you. I don’t know if you noticed, but you lost your little game. You don’t get to make options for me.” It made a smirk tug at her lips as he spoke; he really had no idea what he was getting himself into. “Oh please. I would like it if you would fuck me. So unless you are offering I suggest you choose your words carefully, Kaler. I may have lost my impersonation card, but I still hold all the cards. You see, I do get to make options, because it’s my word against yours out there. I may not have been around, but nine people out of ten will pick me over you. So unless you want me to tell everyone that you a cheated on your girlfriend or a much worse option that ends up with your ass in jail. I suggest you play by my rules. There is a reason that they don’t talk about me, ya know.” She chuckled lightly, because she really could make this man’s life miserable if she really wanted to. “So which is it, option one...which isn’t a great choice because it will ruin your life. Or option two, which results in your girlfriend never finding out about this. Take your pick.” Her body was hovering next to his waiting for him to do something, anything. Quite frankly, Evie was just having fun, playing her game.
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Post by kaler ryan scott on Feb 28, 2011 23:40:41 GMT -5
This situation was completely mind boggling, and although there were several things that one would expect to be running through his mind right now, there was one that became more prominent as the woman that stood before him spoke again. How in the hell did she know so much about him, and Kaler didn’t even know her name? Okay, so she hadn’t demonstrated that she knew that much about him, but she knew his name. That was enough to let him know that she had done some homework. She had commandeered Vidette’s phone and had gotten him up here, knowing that he would come willingly without having to be told twice. Whatever her name was, she still thought that she held all the cards, saying as much and going through a great deal of monologue to make a point. She thought that she had him, saying that it was his word against hers, and it was a chilling thought to realize that she may just be right. People in this town knew about Kaler’s reputation; they knew that he had a tendency to fuck things up and to be that bad boy that they had come to know and love him as. He was a player, arrogant, and thought he could do whatever the hell he wanted to do and get away with it. At least, that was how some people had and always would see him. It was enough to make this bitch’s words almost believable, and there would be people that would go along with her just because of who he had been and what he had done in the past. Kaler’s eyebrow rose slightly at her chuckle, wondering what it was that was so bad about her that people hadn’t dared to utter her name. He still wasn’t buying into her bullshit, completely unconvinced of anything. Sure, she could run her mouth and make up stories and it would be hard as hell to get some people to believe the truth, but it wasn’t like Kaler hadn’t faced worse. “Right, because you seem like you’d keep this a secret.” She would be singing like a fucking canary in a heartbeat after they were through. “And enlighten me as to how not cheating on my girlfriend would ruin my life. I’m sure your theory on that one is pretty interesting.” Kaler continued with the buttons on his shirt until it was mostly closed again, enough to be presentable for when he turned and left this room. “Just so you know, I’ll choose option one every time. I don’t know who you think you are, but you’re stupid to think I’m that easy to manipulate even for a second. I invented that game, sweetheart, and you’re going to have to do better than that.” His words were said with fire, and tone that suggested she give up while she was ahead.
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Post by evelyn keely garland on Mar 2, 2011 3:23:07 GMT -5
What Kaler still had no idea about was that whenever he had talked on the phone about two weeks ago early in the morning had not been her sister. So she was aware of little things about him. So it was going to be interesting to see how he played into that hand. She had listened to Stella as she said about Vidette’s new beau, plus there was Jared who was always willing to spread information. Everyone just kept telling her about the boy that would give her a run for her money. So it was no surprise that she had wanted to get to know him on a little more personal level, or that she would use him as her chip to get back at Vid. It was all just parts of her devious little plan that she managed to spell out nicely to Kaler. It was very true that in the real world of Arietta, though she may not have been around she was the one that was likely to believe. Hell, Evie had a reputation, but she had done nothing along the lines of what he had accomplished, and if she said that he wanted to have his way with her or forced her into doing something she didn’t want to do they always believed the girls. Evelyn had a plan, and she was hoping that he just worked with her and did what he was told. She watched as he raised his eyebrow at her, she was the one no one spoke of. She liked to ruin people’s lives and that was who she was, but the fact that he knew better than to think that she would keep it a secret. Then again, if it was worth her getting laid then she would keep it a secret. Evie was not always a horrible person. “You know what, I can keep a secret. I have been known to do that whenever I want.” It was true, but his next statement did make her laugh. She could not help it, but it was funny. Kaler was kind of cute in his “let me be the faithful boyfriend with a bad reputation” kind of way. She smirked at him devilishly. “You know, rumors are a funny thing. Right now they are twisting away at someone, and the worst part is I didn’t even do anything to start those ones. Poor Vidette’s best friend...I think her name is Shayne? But think of what could happen whenever I actually put my mind to creating a story and acting upon it. So you see, cheating on big sis would keep my mouth shut, and she would never have to know about your little romp with me.” She wore her smirk with pride, the typical Evelyn Garland smirk that always graced her lips. Now she was slightly put off by the fact that his shirt was completely buttoned, because that meant her play time was over. “Really? You wanna tell me you wouldn’t rather have fun with me than prissy Vid? Strange, most people want to pick me. Shame, you want to know who I am? My name is Evelyn, Evie to most people in this town, and I am the forgot Garland sister. The one your girlfriend thought it was best to forget about. But you think you can’t be manipulated? I got you here, and our little phone call didn’t go so shabby. So this Kaler is just the practice rounds. See me when you are ready for the big leagues.” She smiled now, not a happy smile but one full of evil intent. This was Evie, and she really was just getting warmed up.
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Post by kaler ryan scott on Mar 3, 2011 14:20:02 GMT -5
“You know what, I can keep a secret. I have been known to do that whenever I want.” He really has to resist the urge to roll his blue eyes at that one. Kaler was good at reading people, at knowing exactly what they were all about before he even said a word to them. It had been what helped him earn that nasty reputation of his, and from the moment this girl gave up her impersonation of Vidette and gave way to her own natural movements, it was clear to see that she was trouble. It was just in the way that she held herself, in the way she moved, the way her lips twisted into that conniving smile or how her eyes twisted in their sockets…. There was not once of trust to be put into this woman; Kaler knew her type because he used to be the same. Next, this woman decided to try threatening him, her having knowledge of his offenses with Shayne and thinking that they were going to useful in getting her what she wanted. Kaler knew that there was truth to her words; people would want to believe her and would be able to because Kaler could very well be that person in their minds. What they didn’t realize was that he would never dream of forcing himself on a woman, much like the story that the third Garland sister was implying. Some would take his side, but it would be enough to cause trouble that he didn’t need right now. “And what? You just get the satisfaction of knowing that I cheated on Vidette with you? I find it hard to believe that that would be enough. You want something to hold over my head, and I’ll be damned if I make it that easy for you.” Then she was talking about, and Kaler had had it with her talking about how it was just such a shame he wasn’t going for her offer. Having sex with her wouldn’t solve anything; Kaler wasn’t that much of a bastard. She told him her name, Evie, and he knew for sure that he hadn’t heard it mentioned before. Understanding washed over him when she told him about the phone call, and it did nothing but add fuel to that fiery anger that was flaring up. “You got me here, got me to talk on the phone with you, under the pretense that you were Vidette. There was no manipulation, no skill, nothing for you to be bragging about right now. Knowing how to properly utilize a cell phone doesn’t make you smart, and you had better realize that I’m not some punk ass bitch that’s going to play your games.” Because really, she didn’t scare him. Kaler turned around then, bending to pick up Vid’s present before reaching out to unlock the door. He was done here, and Evie could find someone else to zip up her damn dress.
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