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01 CON ● ACTION ● SIX OF DIAMONDS

( Ever since Adalinda arrived here, she's mostly staying out of sight and keeping to herself -- keeping away from people. If anyone attempted to talk to her up to this point or noticed her hovering close to them while they spoke to someone, she'll feign needing to be somewhere else and get the hell out of there before she can be confronted.

Until she gets her bearings and knows she won't lose her cool at the sight of anything/anyone/whatever, she needs to be by herself and think over the events that lead up to this. Because seriously! Wings on her back? This fancy journal machine... thing that seems to be able to contact others after she carefully inspected it? This sure as hell isn't Germany.

She finally comes to the conclusion that this isn't some sort of elaborate scheme hatched out by the Woman or this is some sort of dying dream she's having. Good for her? Bad for her? Who knows. All she's certain of is that there's a lot of places to explore but sticks to the buildings and houses and you know. Signs of life in this place. Seeing how she's possibly the only member in the Doe gang to be here, she can't afford risking the possibility of getting in trouble until her friends arrived to get her. One way or another. )

I suppose I have to make the most out of this until James or Josie get me out of this mess. Hell, I'll take up Jacob's help if it means getting nagged by him. First things first...

( She gives a distasteful look at her new outfit. One thing she cannot abide is being stuck with the clothes she finds herself wearing and careful inspection of the place she woke up this morning reveals no signs of her original outfit.

So rain or not she'll be heading to the Clothing Shop to find something nicer to wear and then check out the Welcome Center after hearing about it here and there. For now she'll duck into buildings or go closer to houses in a subtle attempt to inspect them, scout them out. She's no Point Person but she reckons she can pick up a thing or two from what she may 'accidentally' see or 'overhear'.

That and the rain was annoying to deal with how it made her hair get so matted and tangled and she wanted as much shelter from the weather as possible until she got to her destinations. She has a feeling this place doesn't have her brand of hair products. Great. )

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[Oh did he love the French. He might just be getting somewhere this time. It shows in a slight change of demeanor as Jack smirks a little wider and becomes a bit more energetic.]

It just so happens, I've got access to all and the only wine in this town. [Sure, going from giant slaying hero to Hollywood mogul and then to bartender was quite a step down, but it did come with its perks.]

You do? ( Thank God. Real alcohol in this place. With more reason to get on his good side, Addie smiles more brightly and leans closer to his side and blushes, averting her eyes for a second before meeting his gaze again. ) Brave, good-looking, intelligent and cultured. It's almost like you're a man of fiction, Monsieur Horner.

Do you need any assistance at this place of yours? Especially during the... after hours?

[It's always refreshing to know he's still got it. Her treats her with a casual smirk before he finally steps into the clothing shop. It's certainly no Macy's, but its at least a few steps above a second hand store. Even if much of it is second hand because its clothing that belongs to people in the village.]

Just wait 'til you see my trilogy. [Which, amazingly enough, is not even a euphemism. Yet.] But I think I could see myself needing some after-hours attention.

( She subtly hitches up the bottom of her dress a bit before she follows him, making sure there's a sway to her hips. What she sees in the shop are not up to standards for her usual wardrobe but beggars can't be choosers.

Besides. What she hears from Jack keeps getting better and better so she doesn't mind the state of some clothes she sees, turning her attention on him and giving a starry-eyed look. )

A trilogy? Are you saying you were a movie star back where you're from? ( Addie suspects he's no Humphrey Bogart but he definitely could be a Brad Pitt from his looks and charisma so far. ) My. This is so exciting! Looks like there's all the more reasons to give you some late night calls.

Movie star? No. Movie producer? Yes.

[Also the subject matter of said trilogy, but he figured he could dazzle her later with the tales of just how amazing he really was.

Regardless, he felt particularly satisfied impressing her by merely pretending to be mundane. In he meantime, he casually leafs through a few shirts, but seeing nothing of particular interest to him. The key here is to simply be interested, but at the same time disinterested]

The man behind the man? That's more fascinating. I was always curious as to how the industry worked.

( She starts to look through the dresses and blouses now, picking something here and there in hopes to find something decent enough to get out of this outfit soon as possible.

It seems at least his tactic is working on her. With how Addie visibly checks him out out of the corner of her eye, trying and failing to be sneaky about it. In her experience it never hurts to be the chaser for the chased when trying to win their confidence. Or, at the very least, the path to their bed and access to the only source of wine here. )

[In time she might find out that his access to wine was as a bartender and it was not quite so exclusive as she believed. But for his part, he was actually already getting bored with clothe shopping. He'd just exited the shop, so pretending to leaf through clothes he had already looked through was extra boring for him.]

It's all business. Everything is about power and money. If you happen to show people a good time while you're at it, then people will forgive you for anything else you do. That's how most of them were, anyway.

Is that so? ( Now this is something she finds vaguely familiar with. It was more of connections and experience with the gang than money and power but she can still see it. With enough of it and if you do it flashier enough, you can get away with anything in the world she lived in. Maybe even murder.

She stops looking at the clothes now and gives him her full attention, crossing her arms in amusement. ) How often did you, ah, test this belief out in Hollywood, Monsieur Horner? Or here? I'm surprised a man like you is not bored to tears when not busy with catering to the whims of whoever brought us to this place.

[He ignores the clothes as well, since they seem to have arrived on a somewhat interesting talking point.]

I hide my tears well, Addie. I'm only a crying man on the inside. But I will admit, entertaining people here isn't as easy as Hollywood. I've got a much smaller budget.

A true bleeding heart hiding their misery from the world with a toothpaste smile. ( Oddly enough she manages to make it sound sincere and sympathetic and not too sarcastic. )

Ah, my dear! One of your talents and charm should never worry about the budget. Isn't always the presentation, the intensity that matters at the end? The execution and flair.

Addie, you are absolutely right. But I can't play all my cards at once. First rule of show business: always leave them wanting more.

I would love to know how you would do it. What is your method of making them come back? With those stars still in their eyes? Where I am from, I was taught that people are always eager to return to you when one... Leaves them questioning what could happen next. Tantalize them, leave them on a cliffhanger so to speak.

Mmhm.

[Speaking of leaving her wanting more, he proceeds to say nothing else on the subject and arrives upon a a button up shirt that he already decided he wasn't interested in about a half hour ago. Upon reconsidering it, he determines he was right to do so.]

( Aaaah. So that's how it goes? Adalinda supposes she should have seen that coming. She looks at the clothes herself, selecting a short dress and pressing it tight as she could against her frame to see if it'll compliment her figure. While she does that she speaks, her tone airy and playful. )

That's one way to give an example of your approach, I suppose. I always did like a man of action more when it came to... Enjoying some time with them.

Tsk tsk, only just arrived and you're already looking for a good time.

[His gentle chastising is playful. More importantly, the direction his eyes take certainly suggest he approves of her choice in a dress. Short is good.]

( Short is functional, fashionable, easier to manage. She gives a convincing expression of bashful repentance before a mirthful expression swiftly takes over. )

Forgive me, Monsieur Horner, but it's in my culture to always be on the lookout for good time. ( And in a place like this, she'll be on constant alert. Can't blame a girl for trying to have some fun here. ) And to make sure that others experience the pleasure with me. 'Sharing is caring' is how that phrase in America goes no?

Then I'd suggest you hurry and put that dress on, so we can skip to taking it back off of you.

This is such a pretty dress. I'll hate to see it in such a disheveled state so quickly. ( She lowers the dress she's wearing and smooths out her current one. A few more times than needed but hopefully the message is across. )

On the other hand, I think this is more reusable garment for what might happen next. ( Clothes shopping? It could wait for a bit. But she'll see how this will go first. )

[His eyes temporarily darted to the back of the store, back to the changing rooms. The clothing store was empty, to be sure, but a smidge of privacy never hurt anyone. His gaze returned to her, a knowing grin painted on his face. He folded his arms behind him as he started to stroll to the back of the store.]

Then I'll just have to help you change.

( She follows him, looking behind her one last time to make sure no one else was here in the store with them. It would be a drag for this encounter to end before anything really happened. )

What a gentleman you are to help me. Don't feel afraid of being a little rough with me when helping me out of this. ( A flash of a teasing grin, a wink. ) I always did appreciate a hands on type of man.

Don't you worry, Addie. No one can accuse me of being gentle.

[He stood at the door to the dressing room, hand draped on the top of it to keep it open. His eyes were on her, but his attention was on the entrance of the shop, just to be absolutely certain they had privacy.]

Excellent. I'm sure we'll have a lot of fun then.

( With that Adalinda enters the dressing room first, 'adjusting' her outfit already. In the process of it, her hand 'accidentally' touches his waist and gently drags across it as she tries to fix up. )

And don't you worry about any surprise visitors, my dear. I think we're all alone for a little while.

[Jack places his hands around either sides of her shoulders as his hands move around, looping his fingers around the hem of her collar. The question is, to tear or to pull off?]

Good to know. So answer me this. Any chance you would miss this dress?

( Addie bats her eyes at him as she places her hands against his chest and gives him her prettiest, most devious smile. With a little bit of effort, she moves so she can have her lips against the shell of his ear to whisper in a low and hot manner: )

Hmmm. The riddle of the ages, no? ( One hand lazily tracing circles and patterns, spelling out dirty words on his chest while the other hand goes down south. ) I don't think I'll mind too much if what happens after proves worth it.

I think I can make it worth it.

[With an all too eager smile, Jack strokes his hands alongside her shoulders before resting his fingers along them hem of the dress's collar. With one finger touched under each side, he abruptly rips it apart with the same ease one would tear apart a tissue. As he continues to tear it from top to bottom, he buries his face along her neck, kissing and nibbling her skin.]

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