Lara Croft
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You know I can't resist a bit of fun.
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Post by Lara Croft on May 12, 2004 22:55:21 GMT -5
Somehow Sara had hooked the Tomb Raider up with a small studio apartment for which she could stay in, the Detective mentioned something about witness protection oweing her a favor. Both women had agreed that it would be best if Lara had apt room in which to try and figure out how to sort of the problem about her neck. The necklace from Hell as the Brit had decided to refer to it as. Her hazel stare remained fixed on the computer screen before her, apon it an e-mail , an offer to help her rid herself of the said necklace. Question was...take it or don't take it.
Slender fingers crowned by nails of a crystalic blue colored substance drummed against the table leaving scratches in the wooden surface. At least she could see now, well better even though everything was colored in an icy blue hue. Finally she lifted her hands and began to reply to the e-mail. Despite her own feelings towards it that rained doubt, Lara was curious. A meeting perhaps would be good, find out exactly who this person is and what exactly their offering in exchange.
Without a second thought the send button was clicked and the Brit sat back, closing her eyes wondering if she had just done the right thing or...the wrong thing. Time would tell she asured herself and stood from the table, feeling tired she moved to the small Futon and laid across it her eyes closing. However just before she finally drifted into a rather toremented state of sleep she eyed the clock's red numbers briefly with a sigh. Sara was going to call her an hour ago...for a moment Lara thought about calling the Detective herself, but then thought against it," She's probably tied up at work..." The rather elegent sounding English accent muttered as her slender form rolled over and she drifted off.
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Kenneth Irons
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"I have been generous until now, but I can be cruel."
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Post by Kenneth Irons on May 13, 2004 17:17:37 GMT -5
Steam rose from the open top of the glassed in shower, and water ran down the marble slab walls encasing the occupant. He could feel her reactions... perceive and share what emotions the current blade-wielder was experiencing. Sara was the perfect drug for him. When her responses flared, he could relish in the sensations… but this was quite a new impression for Kenneth to allocate…
The iniquitous villain breathed a steady sigh, as he choked down the anger that welled up. Someone else was touching his property; But not for long. That foolish party was going to find they have just made a very egregious mistake indeed. Strong fingers of his right hand flexed, almost claw-like as he pushed a mental wall between himself and what he would soon possess. It had been years since the Witchblade had stolen his dominant hand… it was good to feel it again. That accursed piece of history had seduced Kenneth into trying it on for himself, with bloody results… but now… now he had once again cheated fate and it was time for round 2.
Although quite restored, his hand and forearm still possessed the scars of his ordeal, and as his grey eyes slipped closed his thoughts turned inward. ‘How he had heated the thread of Alien metal extracted from the blade… how he had dug though flesh and bone to embed the shards into his DNA at just the perfect alignment of the planets…’
His head dipped down, and both hands pressed against the back wall. Hot scalding water ran down the back of his neck and between impressively strong shoulder blades. For a man pressing two hundred years, Irons was in better shape then most men in their twenties. His hand depressed the silver off switch and the water ceased its shower.
Twenty minutes later the multibillionaire was dressed in a custom tailored three piece suit, and walking the expanse of his Penthouse. He hit the ‘send’ button on his mobile phone and continued his stroll. Although the apartment was new, the telephone number had been in Irons’ possession virtually hours after Lara had moved in (yes his resources went quite deep) and it was a mere twenty minutes since her reply to the anonymous e-mail. The incessant buzzing of her phone While he waited for the Tomb Raider to pick up her phone line he turned to admire the cityscape.
“Miss Croft…? Good evening… Kenneth Irons… have I caught you at an inappropriate time?”
The ex-archeologist removed a pocket watch from his vest and snapped it open eyeing the time before returning it to the silk lined sleeve.
“I trust you’ll excuse the delay in my returning your correspondence, I was detained with other affairs.”
His distinguished English accent met Lara’s ears with a sugary tone that seemed almost sickening.
“Might I take your interest as an excuse to extend an invitation to dinner?”
His grey eyes seemed to catch the light of the city below, polishing them with a fierce maliciousness.
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Lara Croft
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Post by Lara Croft on May 13, 2004 18:21:14 GMT -5
Had she really been sleeping? It was hard to tell, but the sound of the phone slowly began to bring the Tomb Raider back to full conciousness. With a groan of annoyance she slowly reached for the phone and pressed to her ear," Hello...Sara is that--" No it was certianly not Sara, at the sound of this particular voice Lara frowned deeply," I was sleeping, but no not really." She replied smartly towards his first question. Arsehole. Lara thought bitterly to herself as the man went on speaking.
" I really wasn't expecting it to be returned." A smooth smirk replaced the frown even if the man couldn't see it," But imagine my surprize." Her tone went flat, almost bored sounding and once more she simply listened...or rather tried to ignore the ignorant twaddle in her ear. The man's accent was more stuck-up sounding than her own. And then he made his move, and Lara was not the least bit shocked or surprized," Hm." Dinner. What did Irons want? Or rather what did he know. Actually both Lara confirmed in her own mind and finally offered her answer," My curiosity drives me." She stood making her way towards the small closet of the room and produced a sutible outfit," I'm sure you know where I am. Ciao." With that she hung up and slipped into the bathroom to freshen up and dress.
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Kenneth Irons
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"I have been generous until now, but I can be cruel."
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Post by Kenneth Irons on May 13, 2004 19:35:17 GMT -5
Irons listened to her words intensely. Lara Croft might not be interested in what he had to offer her nor by the generous offer of his company, but he was immensely interested in her. He was quite pleased at her response… quite pleased. “Indeed,” was all he said in return to her trite little retorts? With that he clicked off the phone and murmured to himself… “My, my… she’ll be fun to break.” His grey eyes cast to the left, over the entranceway to this gallery honoring the Witchblade and many of his other …interests.
Thirty minutes later and his personal limousine pulled up before the modest apartment building. He sat in the back seat, a glass of scotch at table adjacent him. “Thank you Jared,” he said to the driver holding the door, dismissing him with a wave of his hand. Readjusting the long grey trench coat the billionaire navigated the walkway and depressed the intercom button for Lara’s new apartment.
He rarely left his penthouse to dine outside unless it was for business. In his eyes this was pleasure. His brow creased slightly as he envisioned Lara’s reaction at seeing him out and about… let alone the face of his misbehaving little detective when he saw that the tides had turned to her.. oh what was it she called Lara? …ah yes… sister. Thinking back on sisters, Julie had been fun to break yes, but Lara… so much stubbornness. She reminded him of Ian… and if Ian could be broken… anyone could.
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Lara Croft
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You know I can't resist a bit of fun.
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Post by Lara Croft on May 13, 2004 20:30:09 GMT -5
Within minutes the Tomb Raider was ready. She had chosen simple, but nice attire. A simple black skirt and a plain red shirt. This was good enough for her and she could quite care less what Irons thought about it. Slipping on a pair of strappy heels, Lara made her way down stairs from the loft styled apartment within the heart of New York City. Her hair which was not it's normal dark auburn was pulled back in a rather hastely done bun. She was more used to braids and ponytails, but figured this style would be less noticable. Not that people weren't doing odd things with their hair nowdays anyhow.
Lara waited down stairs within the small stair exit way for Irons. She had quite a few doubts about this and knew that the man was up to something... but what? She was overly sure dinner's conversation would bring an answer about for this question. However the Brit was fully aware she needed to not only be physically able to handle Kenneth Irons (which she is), but more importantly mentally able. Meaning she couldn't let him get to her or worm his way into her mind's inner workings. All in all the woman was prepaired for anything but a relaxing evening on the town.
Spying the limo from her somewhat of a hiding place, Lara moved forward and paused slightly to the right of Irons," No need to do that." She spoke up alerting him to her presence. But she wouldn't be shocked if he was already aware she was next to him anyhow. Without further words she moved towards the Limo and the open door and made herself comfortable within and waited for this sure to be interesting evening to get started.
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Kenneth Irons
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"I have been generous until now, but I can be cruel."
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Post by Kenneth Irons on May 13, 2004 23:48:35 GMT -5
He wasn’t surprised that the woman wanted to put forth the guise of control, but he let her have the satisfaction of an inquisitive look as she stepped forth. He was in fact quite surprised at her behavior. Who in the world would want to lurk in the shadows in a pair of high heels? Everyone has their own little quirks …lord knows if he were to describe his to anyone he might get a few odd looks.
He turned to follow her, his lips pursing a bit as they curled into a devious smirk. Once inside, he nodded to the driver and then glanced to Lara. “You look beautiful as ever Miss Croft. May I offer you a drink?” Kenneth depressed the mini-bar’s button with an almost scrupulous serration. He looked over the shapely woman almost as if she were a tome to be thoroughly dissected. “So I understand that you helped in the recovery of the Medusa’s Mask… Chase Carver spoke most highly of your performance… though it is a shame that it came to such a bitter discovery. Compton was an unscrupulous simpleton for thinking he could get the best of someone so… adroit.
It didn’t take long for the limousine to arrive at Kenneth’s desired location, and sure enough, his wealth and prestige did not allow for a subtle entrance. As the car pulled before the red carpeted sidewalk, the Paparazzi honed in on the ‘scent’ of money and notoriety with the endless flashing of cameras. “Ah yes… here we are… Irons said with a nonchalant tone as he nodded to the driver, silently ordering him to go and open the car door for their reception. “You are a bit underdressed for the setting, but I don’t think the staff will mind as I’ve reserved a private section for us.”
The door opened and the multibillionaire Kenneth Irons, exited. His glance met the flashes with a dashing smile of white teeth and then his head turned back to the vivacious woman inside as he extended his arm to her. “If you would do me the honor,” He smiled his plastic smile at the archeologist and hoped that she would behave herself and not cause a fuss. Part of him knew she couldn’t make a scene as she was wanted for murder back in the United Kingdom, but you never could tell with a volatile creature like the Lady Croft.
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Lara Croft
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You know I can't resist a bit of fun.
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Post by Lara Croft on May 14, 2004 0:35:03 GMT -5
In a lady like fashion despite all her mockings of not being a lady, Lara crossed her legs and eyed her quote date for the evening with a sispicious air. She did not trust this man and no form of flattery or coddleness from him would change this. It would be safe to say she hated him almost as much as Sara does," Thank you." She replied indifferently to his comment and moved her eyes about the Limo's inside. Despite seeing it all in hues of blue, the Tomb Raider saw it wasn't gawdy or overly done. It was actually tasteful, shocking really. However she figured a man like Kenneth Irons did like to keep people on their toes a bit now and then.
Eyes then leveled to the window and remained there even though she could hardly make anything out passed the tinted glass. She was beginning to feel more and more trapt by the second. She took the drink offered and sipped it once only to set it aside and once more look out the window. Silence was golden, but also easily broken," Yes I--" She frowned," Excuse me? " No. She must not let him get a rise out of her," How nice. We share a mutual accquantance other than Sara." She quickly recovered with a sarcastic toned remark. Breathe. She just had to breathe and remember this man was evil and an arrogant son of a bitch.
Finally much to the Brit's relief the limo rolled to a stop," Indeed. It's often people underestimate me." She added in light of his comment and finished it within her head with " Including you." A bit under dressed? Both of the woman's brows quirked and then she heard why," Oh bloody lovely. Called out your fan club?" She practically hissed and without another comment took the man's hand against her own desires and removed herself from the Limo. Bastard. Again she spoke the word venomiously within her head as she walked along side the man having removed her hand from his once out of the car.
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Kenneth Irons
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"I have been generous until now, but I can be cruel."
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Post by Kenneth Irons on May 14, 2004 13:01:55 GMT -5
It was hard for him not to burst into amused laughter at this woman. Everything she did to hide her anger was fascinating. It was clear that she loathed him, in the rigid way she mechanically exited the automobile, the tension in her jaw as she bit back anger, his eyes even caught the subtle flexing of her hands as they ached to procure a weapon or clench into fists. Most girls would melt at the chance to have the Irons at her side… to be fawned over by a man that Forbes noted as the sexiest bachelor of the century. Among the top ten were Bruce Wayne, Lex Luthor, and Wilson Fisk.
But he couldn’t blame her for the upturned nose toward the ‘fan club’ he loathed it as well. Few would believe him if he confessed he would give it all away, the cars, the Penthouse in New York, the cottage in Sussex… all of it for the one thing he desired most. He’d give it all up for some semblance of a normal life, but the Witchblade ensured that was an impossible dream when it cursed him with this obsession. How similar to the guises of women, he bemused.
“Try as I might to elude the press someone always lets it slip when I go out on a social affair. – Would you prefer a more secluded setting? I could arrange for a modest meal at my home?”
It was the perfect catch 22. If Lara said no she would have to deal with a photo splash and half a dozen articles pinning herself and Irons as the latest illustrious couple; but what conclusions would be jumped to if she said yes? As Kenneth spoke to her he leaned in to whisper at her ear. His lips threatened to tickle the gentle curve of her ear as he warmly threatened,
“Do try to contain yourself.”
He withdrew and walked to her side, his hand felt out the small of her back gently pressing as he deviously led her though the vestibule. The staff ushered them to a private room, partitioned off from the rest of the restaurant. It wasn’t overly decorated, much like the limousine. Ken preferred a less than lavish setting. Adjacent the table sat a pedestal ice bucket with a bottle of champagne chilling. Along the west wall, a long table beset with a simple arrangement of flowers and a few other oddities that Ken had specified. He kept up the pretense of good form and walked to pull out Lara’s chair before taking his own across from her. His movements were fluid and meticulous. He turned his glance up toward the maître d' and tipped his head ordering the man from the room so he could inform the staff to begin serving their courses. Silver eyes flashed back to the Tomb Raider.
“I took the liberty of ordering a few things that were not on the menu, of which I thought you might appreciate… tell me have you ever eaten monkey’s brains?”
His accent seemed to thicken and regardless of his underhanded motives, from the tenor of his voice and his body language all of this looked reasonably benign in nature. Yes the line of questioning was queer, but it was hard to tell whether or not he was serious or of he was just playing a farce with Miss Croft. Regardless he awaited her answer.
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Lara Croft
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Post by Lara Croft on May 14, 2004 14:44:50 GMT -5
Despite her reserves she walked along side the man head held high as she normally would. Lara had learned over time to block out petty annoyances such as cameras and news media. To her they could all go to hell and she'd never miss a single one. The same could be said for Irons. A brow arched at his offer of a private meal at his home and for a moment Lara almost considered it, but no it was better not to let the sadistic business man have home court advantage.
" This will do fine." She looked towards him, a joke playing from her lips," I never read the gossip trash anyhow. if I did I would be in therapy for years I'm sure." She then allowed her gaze to wander over the group of flashing little bulbs and suddenly felt an almost uncontrolable desire to simply flip them all off. However at the uncomfortable closeness of Irons and his words she refrained and frown quite noticably," You get near me like that again and I'm afraid you might become in need of a new nose." She whispered back vigorously and shot him a quick look of disgust ignoring his hand as they entered the secluded dining area.
For a moment she gazed around finding things modest and within not bad taste. A mask for a madman to hide beneath Lara quickly asserted. Without a word she sat and took a sip of water, since the attachment of the necklace to her person the Tomb Raider had noticed she was more thristy than what was normal," Yes. They're quite popular in the far reigons of India." She answered his question quite shocked the man even thought to ask such a thing. And here Lara thought Irons did his homework like a good little boy. Inwardly she smirked at wondering what else he didn't know about her.
Taking another drink of water, the Brit sat back and eyed the man a moment studying him best she could and then finally spoke," You have a reason for this little outting Irons, so please do us both a favor and get to the point." Enough play time, it was time to get down to business and something told Lara that the obsessive business man knew how to rid her of the little problem around her neck.
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Post by Kenneth Irons on May 18, 2004 11:58:59 GMT -5
Ken smiled. As it turned out monkey’s brains were not on the menu. The opening course was light and he ate little, his interests lying with his companion. Nodding to the waiters as plates were cleared he spoke low to the maître d', “Would you please tell the chef to hold the next course? Thank you Edward.”
The room emptied and again a pair of grey eyes retraced a path to the simply attired archeologist. “As much as I might protest at the about-faced turn our conversation has taken, I can respect you for skipping the formalities, and for not trusting me.” Irons pushed his glass aside. Straightening his sleeve with a quick jerk of the material, he covered the edge of the scar as not to offend his guest. “I’m sure you’ve surmised that I know all about your rendezvous with that artifact. Frankly put, it’s killing you. And I cannot sit idly by and watch as a respected archeologist is taken so abruptly and senselessly.” His eyebrows knit together for a minuet moment as it was clear he was reliving some pain from the past. And as if saving Lara might make up for a deplorable scene that befell his history. His face calmed, and the emotion was controlled behind the mask of professionalism.
“The Ainur-Istari necklace is quite the uniquely rare and stunning piece, however it can prove… unforgiving. Frankly put Lara, it was not meant for you; much like the Witchblade.” Irons refused to say ‘Sara’ after mentioning the Witchblade, but it was quite clear he was not pleased at the Witchblade’s latest choice of wielder. “The necklace consumes its host until all of the natural resources are expended. It’s a clever predator. At first the Istari will feel as unnatural as any foreign toxin introduced into the body… this invasion forces the body to produce more leukocytes… essentially it triggers an unstable version of rapid myeloid leukemia. The crystalline entity adheres to those cells, and then quickly begins to branch out throughout the body.” For the first time in over a century, Kenneth Irons was putting someone else’s happiness before his own, and that was almost as disturbing as the opposite rigmarole. “To put it simply, yes I will help you.”
He stood and walked around the table, and taking a bended knee before Lara’s chair. It was an odd sight to see the multibillionaire in such a stereotypical pose. – If only the press could see this little slice… Hesitantly Kenneth reached for Lara’s wrist, turning her arm as his opposite pressed soft padded fingertips the hardened surface of her skin. The physical gesture wasn’t romantic or sly; it was study and another glimmer of that past demon he still carried. His eyes were softer then normal, and peeking up though a few strands of silver he found purchase with Lara’s honey tinged orbs of brown. He could already see the telltale signs in them, (veiny lines of crisp blue creeping across the pupil and tingeing the edges of brown iris ever slightly) but he asked anyway reluctantly hoping that the infection had not progressed as far. “Has your vision become affected yet?
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Lara Croft
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Post by Lara Croft on May 18, 2004 12:45:03 GMT -5
A brow slowly arched part way at the fact Monkey Brains were not a part of the meal. Lara was a slight disappionted, but satisfiednone the less. Intently the Tomb Raider payed very close attention to the manners and actions of Kenneth Irons, she left nothing unobserved and made her obersvations as casual as possible.
At the Businessman's words, Lara couldn't help but full arch her brow," Good to know we are on the same page." She commented and then grew silent listening to what the man had to say and taking it all in and exiamining it well within her own mind. She knew or was not shocked by what he was telling her," Yes I know, or rather I had a fairly good idea." She had never heard of the particular necklace before however," I usually don't place strange mysterious objects on my person unless I know something of them..." She paused a moment feeling rather ashamed of her self for being so careless," But it was almost like I was intranced when I saw this...like it was controling me somehow." Within her own mind, the Brit began to curse herself for devulging complete information to this man.
" You will help me?" Lara smirked almost knowingly," I've dealt with men similiar to yourself before Kenneth. What's the catch?" She gave him a curious look as he stood and knelt next to her and took her hand. She had half a mind to ruding pull it away, but did not and instead felt herself seemingly begin to trust this madman. Holding the eye contact he seemed so dire in having, Lara slowly answered his question with a simple one word answer," Yes."
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Kenneth Irons
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Post by Kenneth Irons on May 18, 2004 13:47:49 GMT -5
His features seemed pained, as he waited for her to speak. The human… or semi-human contact had inadvertently opened the floodgate to his emotional connection to Sara Pezzini and without realizing it; he was being influenced by the shared empathic moment. On the outside it wasn’t terribly apparent, but internally the struggle for mental dominance was near overwhelming. – Considering the cadence of the subject being linked. How he wanted to trace the tendon line of Lara’s supple wrist, let his lungs take in the perfume of a handful of her chocolate tresses, or graze his teeth over the back of her neck to prick up the downy hairs and hear her sighs of excited content. “No catch. I only wish to ensure your safety.”<br> How much Lara looked like the woman from his past was startling. Thoughts turned to Vivian… how he had loved her, and lost her to Richard Henshingly Croft. It was back when he and Richard were partners. The pair had been inseparable, working together and respecting each other like brothers. Nothing could have stood between them. Then she… walked into their lives… carving a silent wedge between them. Kenneth was younger then, more naive… before the Witchblade became his sole obsession. The spark between their new pilot (Vivian), and Kenneth was undeniable… it was also undeniable that it existed with his best friend. Now as he took in her features fully he was able to see just how deeply Vivian’s mark cut.
“Then I suggest that we get started at once.” The impressively tall man stood and held his hand out to the archeologist. “Are you alright enough for a short trip? – I know you may think you feel fine, but in your weakened condition the bursts of energy you’re privy to are the only things serving to fight the entity. So if you are in the least bit lightheaded or whatnot I think it best to have a short rest… as much as that thought frightens me as we are in great haste.”
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Lara Croft
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Post by Lara Croft on May 18, 2004 14:08:16 GMT -5
Lara found herself paying particular attention towards the man's face, the looks he gave. She saw how he stared almost longingly at her and frowned slightly. She was not going to become another one of his twisted obsessions. She would not become like Sara and constantly looking over her shoulder for fear of a man who had seemingly lived throughout great lenghts of time watching her every move. She was not a thing that a man covets. She is a human being.
No catch? She dared not believe him. She knew from things told to her by Sara that the man did nothing without expecting something in return. Therefor Lara saw him as a horrid bullshitter," I dare say," She commented in light of his such caring tone with the words," time will tell on that." Was her remark towards his no catch statement. A slow sensation worked up her arm as he acted so caring and worried for her life. The woman felt suddenly sick to her stomach in light of his current demeanor.
Finally the business tycoon let go of her hand and Lara was much releived until he offered his hand to her as though it seemed he could not stop desiring to touch her. Inwardly she shuddered and took his hand relucantly," I'm up to it." She replied with bravado. No way in hell was this man going to see her act weak, dying or not. No man or woman had really ever been that privilaged.
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Kenneth Irons
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Post by Kenneth Irons on May 19, 2004 10:57:49 GMT -5
His little tomb raider was not going to slip from his grasp so easily, he made that mistake with Vivian and he refused to watch history repeat itself. This time it was going to be different. He helped her to her feet and decided that a less then public departure might prove prudent, so he escorted her back out to an alternate car at the side exit. The car navigated the streets of uptown New York while Kenneth sat in silence. His gaze had turned from Lara for the first time in the evening, and had glazed over as he watched the scenery pass by. ~ ‘Do you honestly believe the museum of antiquities is going to take that claim seriously?’ The dark haired man spoke. ‘Well if they don’t I’m sure we could find a few investors to help with the funding for the dig… You worry too much Richard’ Irons chuckled and mock punched his friend in the shoulder as he poured another round of shots. A younger Kenneth Irons
...perhaps twenty seven grinned. He seemed easy going, open and fun-loving… nothing like the sadistic monster he has become. Tossing his head to the right as he heard the door jingle open, his flaxen locks caught the humid breeze that managed to steal its way in. That warm and generous smile broadened as the woman neared the table.
‘Hey Viv! Come on have a drink with us, I’m buying this time!’ Kenneth stood from his chair and offered the seat to the dark haired pilot. ‘Well, well, well, they’ll let anybody drink in this place huh?’ She mocked Irons first, and then turned her glance to Croft as she sat, ‘Didn’t I warn you about hanging out with this guy?’ She thumbed in his direction as he walked the few feet to the bar. ‘Yea well he’s the only one that laughs at my jokes and who can put up with my cooking…’ Richard Croft held his hands up in a defensive posture, ‘I realize apple chili doesn’t SOUND like a good idea, but I figure, tomatoes are red… apples are red…’
[/img] [/center] The pilot’s eyes turned skyward as she couldn’t help but purse her lips. She pretended to polish her nails across the front of her shirt claiming, ‘I’ve been known to cook a decent meal, hell if you boys stay on my good side…’ she started to grin. In a flash Ken returned with Vivian’s drink of choice, placing it before her. ‘Did I hear right?’ he interjected plopping down backward into the next available chair. ‘The beautiful fearless pilot can cook too? – That’s it I think we just have to kidnap her and make her take us to Saigon.’ Kenneth eyes of muddy green flickered and the three of them burst into laughter. ~[/i] “Sir?” the driver stirred him out of the daydream as the car pulled up next to the massive building. Irons didn’t bother to wait for the driver to open the door for him; he exited without ceremony, walking around the car to assist Lara himself. “Right this way.” Once inside, Kenneth led Lara across the marbled floors and under cathedral ceilings toward a solitary elevator on the south wall. The building was impressive, even if it was beset in the industrious city of New York. His personal tastes were for refinement and un-habituated lifestyles…un- habitual except for one week every year, when he traveled to Prague. “Voice print identification please…voice print…” The computerized voice softly demanded. “Unruhe ” he spoke in German. “Recognized… welcome Mr. Irons” He stepped inside waiting for Croft to follow. The overhead lights turned off for a flash and a red glow cast over them as the system scanned for contraband. Lights illuminated again and the elevator began to descend. The lab beneath the Penthouse was anything but modest. Glass walls, with stainless steel reinforcements, staff moving here and there as the busy little ant farm thrived. The tycoon kept his pace slower then as per his usual, mostly so Lara wouldn’t tire, and after a labyrinth of paths and turns he stopped before a door. Unlike the rest of the facility, this room was not encased in glass, it was of solid steel, even the door housed no window, and it was clear that when the door shut, the room would pressurize. In the center of the room, lay a long cylinder, much resembling an isolation tank. It too was carved of thick brushed steel, and it lay open… waiting.
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Post by Lara Croft on May 19, 2004 14:22:00 GMT -5
He was being allowed to touch her. Lara was not a touchy person, sure she could be affectionate on occasion but it was not often. She did not feel comfortable under the looks Irons was giving her...it was almost as though he was growing attacted rather quickly or as though unknowingly to her he had known her all her life. Such a though in itself was enough to make the Brit's blood run cold. Afterall look at how well he knew Sara. Grateful she was for the less public exit, this time around she might've indeed gave the mindless drones of media the finger. She was not tired, but rather highly irratitable and in Irons' company it was only going to get worse.
Placing a mental leash on herself, Lara took the ride in silence aswell and was seemingly forgetful of Kenneth's presence. Her mind wandered else where, mostly to wondering if Sara had called and now wondered where she was...What would her friend say to this? To basically trusting a mad man with her very life. Mentally the woman recoiled. It would not be pretty in the least. Feeling the car roll to a stop, Lara's thoughts were broken as the door openned again she gave Irons the privalige of helping her, of touching her. Orbs specked with green and brown grazed over the structure before them and for a moment she marveled," Impressive." Came her rich accent in compliment as the moved inside.
After they had gotten inside, the Tomb Raider found herself paying attention to the things she passed. She did not know much about Irons really, only that he was a Business man and a secret donator to the New York crime syndicates and was obsessed with Sara and the Witchblade. What had made him so obsessed? Pez had never really told her the full story only that the man had tried to wield it himself and lost his hand but only...he still had both hands now. Strange. She also knew the man had at one time been an Archeaologist. A good one aswell. This sparked other thoughts within her mind, memories of her Father who often spoke about a Ken...and this recolection, Lara's gaze swept back onto the man at her side and seriously wondered, had this evil man known her Father?
Her thoughts once again broke as she layed her gaze on the glass incase room and what it contained. It looked big enough to fit a human being inside. A cold shiver slowly moved it's way down the woman's back and suddenly she was having second thoughts about this whole thing as she glanced towards Irons," I almost hate to ask, but what is that bloody thing?"
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