04-27-2012, 09:51 PM
Alice waited for the boy to have any kind of reaction. Was he here with violent intentions? Or did he just happen to innocently stumble into her house in the woods? She found it odd that he'd even managed to find her house in the first place. It was concealed deep in the middle of the woods. No person in their right mind would come exploring the dark, vulnerable pits of the woods by themselves.
She looked back and saw that Gilbert was quite alarmed at the newcomer and she turned back to the boy. "Um, you must be lost. Where do you live? We can take you back there." The boy didn't respond. He wasn't a boy of much words, she noticed. "Well anyways, I guess you could come with us... until you find your house... or something." She shrugged, grabbing her small, leather satchel and throwing it over her shoulders. She had some money left over from the last time her foster parents had sent her money.
As she walked towards Mindy and the boy, she passed Gilbert and quietly said to him, "don't worry. The boy's only about... 16 years old? He can't be a threat." She hoped it would ease some of his tension. "Well! Off we go. I haven't been to the town in a long time..." she actually kind of missed living in the city... but what could she do? She couldn't live there anymore with all the weird things happening to her. She didn't know what would happen next. What if her 'Alter Ego' decided to come out and destroy everything? She shuddered at the thought.
Vincent was waiting for Alexa to get out of the room so he could change, but she didn't seem to get the hint so he just picked out an outfit from his dresser and brought it with him back to the washroom. That was enough teasing for one day. The poor girl looked like she was going to faint from embarrassment. She didn't look like she hung around men too often.
Any sound from before had disappeared from the loud noise from his hair dryer. He quickly dried his hair and threw on his clothes: dark grey dress pants paired with a black collared shirt and a gold-studded tie. They were fake, of course. He didn't have the money to pay for real ones... although he wished he did. Maybe then, girls wouldn't leave him so fast.
He surveyed himself in the mirror. Damn, he looked good. He raised a brow. Something was missing though. He unbuttoned the top of his shirt until his tan, muscular chest peeked out from under his shirt. He smiled, satisfied and made his way back out to the room. "Okay, sorry to keep you waiting. Shall we?" He walked up to her and held out his arm for her to take it. It was starting to become a habit from all the other girls he had taken out before. He knew girls liked a gentleman.
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