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Post by "Ultra" Jack Cool on Sept 1, 2011 11:45:22 GMT
With flowers in one hand and a box of chocolates in the other, "Ultra" Jack Cool begins to tap gently on the locker room door of Desiree, hoping she would answer.
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Post by J.Dyer on Sept 1, 2011 18:49:35 GMT
His ears had perked at the small noise that had been birthed behind the large door beside him, his attention grasped cruelly from his book as he directed his eyes away, peering in a wash of annoyance. This had been the first time in days he had had a chance to sit alone and read, and now, someone was here – demanding his attention again? He sighed heavily, commanding his body to pull up from the chair he had been sitting on as his long legs hauled him slowly toward the door, the book only to be thrown harshly back into the chair he had been seated in a moment ago.
It opens.
Jamie’s eyes met coolly with Jack, a smirk only to walk across his thin lips as his attention was drawn to the chocolates and flowers in which he held.
Jamie: “It’s going to take a lot more than that to get in these pants, mate.”
He leant casually against the doorframe, his masculine arms only to fold across his broad chest as his eyebrow arched almost instinctively.
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Post by "Ultra" Jack Cool on Sept 2, 2011 16:41:46 GMT
Jack surverys the man in front of him from his feet to his face. One thing's for sure... it definitely wasn't Desiree.
<^> "Ultra" Jack Cool <^> I'm sorry. Have we met?[/center]
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