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It had been a great day. Well, about as great as a day in Essex could get when your soul didn't quite belong and yearned for freedom. Paisley had taken an impromptu hike in the mountains, just to clear her mind. She never enjoyed the walls of her cabin much anyhow. This adventurous mind had craved something outside of being cooped up within four walls or even being out in the streets of a mundane town with people that did mundane things. Regardless, the air morphed from hot to crisp cool air when she ascended, and it felt nice. It felt like freedom - the kind she no longer had.
She had stood at a good peak and peered down at the town. She could have sworn that there wasn't this much desolation on her way in, but then again, that memory had long since faded. It wasn't important. Her life had gone from high speed to low drag, and she was no in the middle of nowhere with a sudden urge to do just that; go nowhere, yet there was this other half of her that wanted to go everywhere.
Why was this life so confusing?
By the time she had made it down the less beaten mountain trail, the sun had fallen, but Paisley was not afraid of the dark. With a sigh, she pushed open the door to her quaint cabin, placed her keys on a side table, and looked down at the invitation she had set them on. Paisley supposed that she could go to such a fancy event. It would be... fun, maybe? At the very least, she could kick off her heels and dance with Lorelei.
She slipped into a fancy pants suit to flatter her petite physique. The neck plunged deeply, but she didn't have quite as much breast for it all to be falling out. When she finished putting it together, adorned it with a pair of black open-toed heels, and made the proper adjustments as she looked into the mirror, she felt she appeared... elegant, classy - not trashy.
She picked up a small clutch on her way out of the door and pinned it beneath her arm.
As minutes ticked by, Paisley was soon on the streets of the normally quiet town. It was sort of more alive as townsfolk made their way to the City Hall, which was aglow in the center. As she stopped paying attention to her surroundings to delve into her daydream of what the event may be, she bumped into none other than Essex's favorite (or not depending on who you were) tax man, Dumaine.
"O-oh, I'm sorry, Dumaine," she apologized as she knelt down to pick her fallen clutch from the sidewalk.
Dumaine smirked and knelt down with her, "What kinna'man would ah be if ah got upset over being run inta by a beautiful woman like ya, Paisley?" A light chuckle followed that statement, and he picked her clutch up to hand her when they both rose.
She also chuckled a bit, but it was not cute by any means. Dumaine was... oddly disarming. Handsome, yes. His eyes were enchanting, especially when they creased at the corners uniquely as he offered one of those charming smiles. Yet, he was also like her - desiring something more than this life. If anyone could call this a life at all, so she gave him the benefit of the doubt. He can come off as a little blunt, but she didn't mind that. Maybe there was something about his character that bothered her for some reason, but for now, she tried to save her judgment. He's never done anything to her.
Dumaine walked by her side as it seemed they were headed for the same event, "Ah saw ya comin' in late. Out adventurin' again?"
Paisley clutched her purse lightly at the lap of her slacks and looked over at Dumaine with a gentle smile, "Yes. You know, it would do you some good to get some fresh air instead of being cooped up in that stuffy office." It was a light scolding, naturally, but she was always trying to get him to go outside. It was almost like he was allergic to the great outdoors.
She really didn't have anyone to go on hikes with.
"Naw, cherie, I prefer ta not be surrounded by all that...that..." He got stuck and she cut in.
"Nature?" She laughed at him a bit and shook her head, "I guess it's not for everyone. It would be nice to have someone that enjoyed the outdoors a little bit more. You know?" She sighed a dreamy sigh at that, and Dumaine nodded slowly.
"Feelin' trapped. Ah know, chere. Ah know," he replied softly as he opened the door to the city hall for her. He naturally let Paisley go in first before coming in right behind her.
They were both greeted by Mrs. Picket and given their numbers. Dumaine went his separate way, and that left Paisley to search the hall for someone that she knew. Preferably Lorelei. Of course, she had to travel by Adrien, who was the most disgusting man in town. As she walked by him, she gave one of her "bless your heart" quips, "You are looking positively odious today, Adrien." She gave him her best saccharine smile and fluttered away just as something sparked in the corner of her eyes.
It was a mirror, but it didn't look like anything spectacular. She picked it up and flipped out from front to back and took extra care to survey the fine details. The decore was strange; the head of a lion coupled with a delicate rose. A rose and a beast; how strange. It felt heavier than other handheld mirrors. She didn't need it, so she put it down. When she walked away, she found herself walking backward a few steps before turning around to place a small bid on it. Two hundred dollars would suffice, right? She doesn't know why she wants to put a price on it, but she wasn't going to give up everything she had.
Dumaine had placed a small bid on a cane. It matched his smooth violet suit, and he thought he'd look rather dashing with it. There was no other reason - at least, he didn't think so. He made for the food immediately, of course. He stood at the long tables covered in delicacies and picked at chocolate truffles like a delighted child.
Paisley might have gone over to Lorelei, but she seemed occupied with someone else. Just as she thought she might have just walked away for good, she decided to go over anyway. Paisley was a sweet woman and she befriended most people in town, even if no one wanted to get lost in the woods with her.
"Good evening! Don't you two look absolutely ravishing!" Paisley complimented both Lorelei and Liana.
As she spoke to the pair of gals, her eyes flit from one guest to the next. She snagged the gaze of Adrien for a quick second but swiftly looked away. He likely didn't notice as he was quite busy with Liesl anyhow. Then she caught Ricardo, whom she's rarely seen. He simply nodded at her and went back to doing whatever it was that he did during these things; lurk.
Then there was Roman, and he was so handsome. A bit burly and rough looking, which kind of made her wonder about a lot of things - good and bad. His attire suited what she thought his personality must be like; carefree and roaming. He spoke to Hassud, a woman that every other woman in the world can admire.
Grayson was here as well, which surprised her. He looked tired. Paisley has come to like having the local cop around, as he has gotten her out of a few messes when her adventuring became more like disasters. He was right, she didn't know his first name, but he was so busy that there wasn't time to be more well-acquainted. She was a bother, too, getting into little messes just because being home was too... suffocating. She waved at him the moment he looked around and caught her staring.
John Waldmann. Every once in a while, when his usual babysitters were busy, she'd get the pleasure of watching his children. She has an ungodly amount of patience for little ones. His late wife was a fine connoisseur of her steamy mystery novels, and he was one of the first people to strike up easy conversation with her. They grab a cup of coffee from time to time, and you know what - he's the town's Hot Dad for good reason. She jumped up and down, as she's quite small and easily lost in the growing crowd, to wave at him like a goofy googly-eyed girl. So, maybe he has also grown on her as much as his kids have. It happens.
After her not-so-subtle display of excitement at seeing certain faces, she was content to melt back into the conversation at hand. Whatever that was. There were so many people coming together here all for one night, and that was rare in this sleepy town.
She had stood at a good peak and peered down at the town. She could have sworn that there wasn't this much desolation on her way in, but then again, that memory had long since faded. It wasn't important. Her life had gone from high speed to low drag, and she was no in the middle of nowhere with a sudden urge to do just that; go nowhere, yet there was this other half of her that wanted to go everywhere.
Why was this life so confusing?
By the time she had made it down the less beaten mountain trail, the sun had fallen, but Paisley was not afraid of the dark. With a sigh, she pushed open the door to her quaint cabin, placed her keys on a side table, and looked down at the invitation she had set them on. Paisley supposed that she could go to such a fancy event. It would be... fun, maybe? At the very least, she could kick off her heels and dance with Lorelei.
She slipped into a fancy pants suit to flatter her petite physique. The neck plunged deeply, but she didn't have quite as much breast for it all to be falling out. When she finished putting it together, adorned it with a pair of black open-toed heels, and made the proper adjustments as she looked into the mirror, she felt she appeared... elegant, classy - not trashy.
She picked up a small clutch on her way out of the door and pinned it beneath her arm.
As minutes ticked by, Paisley was soon on the streets of the normally quiet town. It was sort of more alive as townsfolk made their way to the City Hall, which was aglow in the center. As she stopped paying attention to her surroundings to delve into her daydream of what the event may be, she bumped into none other than Essex's favorite (or not depending on who you were) tax man, Dumaine.
"O-oh, I'm sorry, Dumaine," she apologized as she knelt down to pick her fallen clutch from the sidewalk.
Dumaine smirked and knelt down with her, "What kinna'man would ah be if ah got upset over being run inta by a beautiful woman like ya, Paisley?" A light chuckle followed that statement, and he picked her clutch up to hand her when they both rose.
She also chuckled a bit, but it was not cute by any means. Dumaine was... oddly disarming. Handsome, yes. His eyes were enchanting, especially when they creased at the corners uniquely as he offered one of those charming smiles. Yet, he was also like her - desiring something more than this life. If anyone could call this a life at all, so she gave him the benefit of the doubt. He can come off as a little blunt, but she didn't mind that. Maybe there was something about his character that bothered her for some reason, but for now, she tried to save her judgment. He's never done anything to her.
Dumaine walked by her side as it seemed they were headed for the same event, "Ah saw ya comin' in late. Out adventurin' again?"
Paisley clutched her purse lightly at the lap of her slacks and looked over at Dumaine with a gentle smile, "Yes. You know, it would do you some good to get some fresh air instead of being cooped up in that stuffy office." It was a light scolding, naturally, but she was always trying to get him to go outside. It was almost like he was allergic to the great outdoors.
She really didn't have anyone to go on hikes with.
"Naw, cherie, I prefer ta not be surrounded by all that...that..." He got stuck and she cut in.
"Nature?" She laughed at him a bit and shook her head, "I guess it's not for everyone. It would be nice to have someone that enjoyed the outdoors a little bit more. You know?" She sighed a dreamy sigh at that, and Dumaine nodded slowly.
"Feelin' trapped. Ah know, chere. Ah know," he replied softly as he opened the door to the city hall for her. He naturally let Paisley go in first before coming in right behind her.
They were both greeted by Mrs. Picket and given their numbers. Dumaine went his separate way, and that left Paisley to search the hall for someone that she knew. Preferably Lorelei. Of course, she had to travel by Adrien, who was the most disgusting man in town. As she walked by him, she gave one of her "bless your heart" quips, "You are looking positively odious today, Adrien." She gave him her best saccharine smile and fluttered away just as something sparked in the corner of her eyes.
It was a mirror, but it didn't look like anything spectacular. She picked it up and flipped out from front to back and took extra care to survey the fine details. The decore was strange; the head of a lion coupled with a delicate rose. A rose and a beast; how strange. It felt heavier than other handheld mirrors. She didn't need it, so she put it down. When she walked away, she found herself walking backward a few steps before turning around to place a small bid on it. Two hundred dollars would suffice, right? She doesn't know why she wants to put a price on it, but she wasn't going to give up everything she had.
Dumaine had placed a small bid on a cane. It matched his smooth violet suit, and he thought he'd look rather dashing with it. There was no other reason - at least, he didn't think so. He made for the food immediately, of course. He stood at the long tables covered in delicacies and picked at chocolate truffles like a delighted child.
Paisley might have gone over to Lorelei, but she seemed occupied with someone else. Just as she thought she might have just walked away for good, she decided to go over anyway. Paisley was a sweet woman and she befriended most people in town, even if no one wanted to get lost in the woods with her.
"Good evening! Don't you two look absolutely ravishing!" Paisley complimented both Lorelei and Liana.
As she spoke to the pair of gals, her eyes flit from one guest to the next. She snagged the gaze of Adrien for a quick second but swiftly looked away. He likely didn't notice as he was quite busy with Liesl anyhow. Then she caught Ricardo, whom she's rarely seen. He simply nodded at her and went back to doing whatever it was that he did during these things; lurk.
Then there was Roman, and he was so handsome. A bit burly and rough looking, which kind of made her wonder about a lot of things - good and bad. His attire suited what she thought his personality must be like; carefree and roaming. He spoke to Hassud, a woman that every other woman in the world can admire.
Grayson was here as well, which surprised her. He looked tired. Paisley has come to like having the local cop around, as he has gotten her out of a few messes when her adventuring became more like disasters. He was right, she didn't know his first name, but he was so busy that there wasn't time to be more well-acquainted. She was a bother, too, getting into little messes just because being home was too... suffocating. She waved at him the moment he looked around and caught her staring.
John Waldmann. Every once in a while, when his usual babysitters were busy, she'd get the pleasure of watching his children. She has an ungodly amount of patience for little ones. His late wife was a fine connoisseur of her steamy mystery novels, and he was one of the first people to strike up easy conversation with her. They grab a cup of coffee from time to time, and you know what - he's the town's Hot Dad for good reason. She jumped up and down, as she's quite small and easily lost in the growing crowd, to wave at him like a goofy googly-eyed girl. So, maybe he has also grown on her as much as his kids have. It happens.
After her not-so-subtle display of excitement at seeing certain faces, she was content to melt back into the conversation at hand. Whatever that was. There were so many people coming together here all for one night, and that was rare in this sleepy town.