Princeton Place-IC Thread

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Princeton Place Luxury Apartments

Welcome to Princeton Place. You've just signed a six month lease after putting down a hefty deposit. You've been assigned 1 Key Card. This key card will allow you into your apartment, the secured gate, the pool (with jacuzzi), the sauna, the tennis courts and your mailbox.

We offer delivery service for laundry and dry cleaning. If you wish to have food catered to you, it does come at an additional fee charged to your monthly rent.

Please remember that we at Princeton Place only give you the best in luxary living. If you have any questions and/or concerns, please don't hesitate to contact management.

Apartment Assignments

Name: Jayson Fenton Bay
Age: 26
Occupation: Actor/Musician
Apartment Number: 1A
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Name: Rylen Marcus
Age: 25
Occupation: Lawyer
Apartment Number: 2B
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Frank Davies
Age 36 sales rep
blue eyes blond hair 6'4" and 230 lb
Apartment Number: 5A
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Name: Camille Robinson
Age: 23
Profession: Model/Actress
Apartment Number: 6A
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Name: Christian Wolfe
Age: 24
Occupation: Artist
Apartment Number: 9B
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Name: Roark Olivia Hughes
Age: 25
Occupation: Writer
Apartment Number: 3A
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Daniel Black
Age: 22
Occupation: Soccer player
Apartment Number: 8B
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Jayson took a long, deep breath, before letting it out very slowly.

The clean, crisp air that filled his lung was such a relief from the crap they called air out in California. Not only did smog dominate the air and make it foul, but the place itself had an air of... Bullshit. Yes, utter bullshit. He absolutely loathed working out there, but it certainly paid the bills. He was back from his last two month shoot that had supposed to have been a five week shoot, and Jayson was simply in need of unwinding.

It was around seven o'clock on Thursday night. The complex was quiet, and he was standing outside on the pool deck. Lights would come on in thirty minutes or so, but he had enough time to soak in the heated water and get in a little relaxing exercise. Just to keep his body limber; his real workouts happened in the morning with his personal trainer who kept his money making body in great shape.

After months of working in Hollywood it was fairly obvious that the physical was just as important as the intelligence. Especially amongst the ranks of actors such as himself, luckily Jayson knew he was smart enough to not get into retard mode like Lindsay Lohan and Mel Gibson, but he wasn't too smart to think he was better than everyone else. Just smart enough to get by... He thought with a smile as he slid into the warm water and allowed himself to float freely toward the center of the pool.

His iron abs and solid chest hovered just above the waterline.

Casually, he wondered if anyone was watching him from any of the windows that stared down at the pool, and then he wondered if anyone would join him. He hoped, if someone did, they wouldn't recognize him right away...

Writer's block was simply a bitch. She had never had writer's block before and maybe that was because she had never been trying so hard to write something to put herself apart from her parents. Roark didn't want to be in her parents shadow or have people buying her books only for her name.

She wanted to write her own legacy.

The past twenty minutes she had been staring at a blank screen. A blank page was more often than not the scariest thing for a writer starting a new project. There was no knowing where to start, if said spot was the right place to start, and of course there was the fact that actually writing something down meant that it was out of one's body and on it's way out into the world.

She was walking around the apartment, pacing more like, and finally she decided that it was too much for her to be stuck in said apartment. The dark haired woman put on her cute bright yellow bikini before heading down to the pool. She just needed to relax and not thinking about the book that was going to set her apart.

The book that she hadn't started yet.

Down to the pool she went smirking when she spotted herself in the reflections of the windows as she walked past some of the other apartments. A rather pleasant surprise awaited her at the pool. It was bogged down with a bunch of other tenants, just one man in the pool. She smiled but didn't recognize him as any of the tenants she had met in her month or so of living here.

She set her towel and bag down a safe distance away on a lounge chair before walking down the steps into the pool. She enjoyed the water and was ultimately glad that she had finally abandoned her apartment to get out and try to find her muse outside of her room.

Roark was not usually a shy young woman.

"How's it going?" She asked as a way of being polite. It was open enough that if he really didn't want to talk, he could just give a one word answer and she wouldn't take it any further, but it was an opening if he wanted to meet someone new.

Christian had been drinking for a while. The half empty bottle of whiskey lay open on the floor beside him. He stared at the huge canvas in front of him. Still blank. Fuck. FUCK FUCK FUCK!

He grabbed the bottle and hurled it at the canvas. It bounced off, leaving an abstract brown splash on the pristine white and landed on the floor, shattering in to thousands of pieces. Even after only a week he knew he wouldn't be getting his deposit back. The apartment was strewn with paint and various artistic paraphenalia. The cream couch had huge blue paint splash on it. It looked better that way. All the cream had been destroying Christian's brain. It was the overdose of cream in peoples lives that was destroying society. Of that he was certain. Christian stared at the canvas. It was a start. But now he needed another drink.

He stood up and walked towards the kitchen. From the corner of his eye he caught sight of a young lady in a yellow bikini walking towards the pool. He stopped briefly to look. Being in the highest apartment with a view over the pool gave Christian a sense of detachment and indulged his natural photogrphers voyeurism. He watched the young lady leave her stuff on a lounger and head for the pool. Satisfied she was staying he left to get a beer before coming back to sit on a chair on the balcony. He watched her intently, indulging in every subtle move of her body. His intrigue was piqued as she approached the lone man in the pool.

Camille sighed as she looked over her script for her upcoming movie. She really didn't feel like going over any lines today. She really didn't, she was still feeling slightly jet lagged from her last trip in Paris, business only unfortunately. Camille had been in Paris for a runway show, a Victoria secret Runway. In her opinion it was as close to porn modeling as she was going to get.

Though, she was certain her mom thoroughly disagreed with that. Sighing, she stared blankly at her script. She really should rehearse her lines, start memorizing, all that crap. She just didn’t feel like it, she felt lazy which was not abnormal for Cami. Being born with a silver spoon in your mouth tended to make you lazy, to expect things.

Camille stood up from her couch and walked to the balcony, catching sight of a few people in the pool. Because she was gone all the time, she hadn’t actually gotten a chance to get to know any of her neighbors. It was a shame too. She walked into her bedroom, setting her script on the bed then rustled through her drawers for a cute bikini, something to tan in. She put on a hot pink and black bikini which accentuated her curves with matching bottoms, then walked out of her room and apartment then downstairs to the pool area with her bag and script in hand.

Smiling at the two, assuming they were a couple she sat on a lawnchair, she pulled out her script and began silently rehearsing. Why not rehearse and relax by the pool? It was definitely double tasking and she wouldn’t have to stress about it later on. Besides, being a Michael's meant imperfection was not an option!

ultimate_nerdslut said:

"How's it going?" She asked as a way of being polite. It was open enough that if he really didn't want to talk, he could just give a one word answer and she wouldn't take it any further, but it was an opening if he wanted to meet someone new.

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Jayson looked up rather suddenly in the water; dipping the rest of his body underneath. He hadn't heard the newcomer since his ears had both been underwater, his eyes brushed over her face and with relief noticed there was no recognition showing. It was only after that hurried check that he noticed the rest of her, and that was a shame. The rest of her was quite stunning, and it would have been more than enough to offset her recognizing him.

In fact for a split second he was sure that she was a model or actress of some sort.

"Uh, well, good..." He was about to leave it at that when he decided, what the hell, why not?

"Been a long month. It feels good to relax you know?"

Having not seen her before, or noticed her in the building Jayson felt obliged to introduce himself.

"I'm Jayson, I've lived in 1A for a few months, but... Haven't spent much time here. Probably why we haven't met and talked." By that he was subtlety hinting at the fact that she was incredibly gorgeous, and while he didn't flaunt it he knew he was pretty damn handsome too. They should just naturally attract to each other, unless, of course she was gay or something... The thought briefly passed his mind, but he doubted it very much the way she was looking at him. It made him shiver a bit, the look.

"You are?" He asked with a smile, as he extended his hand through the water in greeting.

Roark smiled when the man started talking to her, at least he was friendly. She nodded in agreement to the long month comment as she let herself dip down a little into the water to cool off. It wasn't a hot night but it was warm and the water definitely felt good on her body.

"Yeah, I'll agree that it has been a long month," she was referring to her own moving in experience.

Speaking of bodies, he definitely had a good one, of course he could probably tell that she was thinking something along those lines by the way that she was looking at him. The way he spoke led her to believe that he thought she was at least good looking considering it sounded like he would have gone out of his way to meet her had he seen her in the halls at some point.

It had been a little while since she'd last had a steady boyfriend and she wasn't sure if she was really looking for one now. Fun, on the other hand, was a completely different story.

"Roark," she said taking his hand and giving it a small squeeze as he held hers. "I live in 3A," she said with a smile realizing she was really close to his apartment. Well that would certainly make borrowing a cup of sugar easy now wouldn't it? "I just moved in this last month, barely gotten myself fully settled in so even if you had been here I've been a bit of a hermit trying to get all of my stuff in order," she said with a sheepish laugh.

She hoped she hadn't sounded too stupid.

"Oh, I know all about that. It's a good thing to try and get it all in order, but it never seems to work out quite the way you expect it to, does it? I'm still not entirely unpacked," He admitted the last bit with a grin because it had been his own orders that had left him unpacked. Moving in here had been a last ditch effort to escape his money whoring agents and coaches. He'd finally gotten them all out of his life, and when the movers tried to begin unpacking he'd sent them all home. Promising himself that he would start doing a few things on his own. Three months later and well... He only had a few more boxes left at least.

Just as he was about to say something he noticed another woman joined them in the pool area, followed closely by another man, he gave them each a smile and short nod to say hi in a way.

But his attention was drawn much more easily to the one right in front of him. Roark she'd said, "That's an interesting name." He pointed out as he slid lower in the water until he was eye level with her. Those eyes. They were crystal clear and quite playful; something about her just screamed imagination and creativity. No wonder her parents had named her something equally intriguing and... Different. "Where'd you get it from?" He asked, as he brushed his hair back and watched a few droplets land on her face.

Wow, he thought, we're close. He backed away a little, just to keep it from getting awkward.

Roark laughed. "No it doesn't, I am unpacked but I'll probably keep moving stuff around for a little bit," she admitted. Roark looked back to see who he had been nodding to. It was a young woman and a young man joining her. She offered them both a smile but was quick to turn back to Jayson.

She felt herself blushing when he called her name interesting.

"Yeah," she agreed. "Definitely no one else with that name," she said wondering if it was just too out there. "My parents are writers and so they were just drawn to a name that would stand out," she explained. "They just got as far away from normal as possible," she said with a small laugh.

Roark smiled with the droplets that landed on her face and casually wiped them away as he took a step back. Had they really been that close? She hoped that she hadn't pushed too forward with this whole thing and put him off by being too close.

"So what does a guy like you do out here for fun?" She asked. "I'm kind of new to the area and haven't gotten out on my own yet so are there any good spots I should know about?" She asked.

As Jayson listened to Roark finish her explanation he couldn't help but drop his gaze to her lips one or two times perhaps. They were beautiful, and seemed to be translucent somehow. But before he could get too sidetracked he slipped his gaze back up to her flashing eyes and frowned when she asked about local hot spots. He hadn't once gone out on the town here; preferring instead to stay at home and read a little or watch TV as he tried to rest between shoots. Luckily though, there was one place that he vaguely remembered...

"Well I haven't really ever looked for a place, but I once visited this lounge that I heard had a pretty sweet club scene at night. I haven't been, but the lounge area was nice. Good food and better drinks." With a soft chuckle he added, "I'm pretty sure our Realtor knows more clubs in this town then I do, in fact I quite distinctly remember her using all these fancy names and telling me how great they were. But you know how it is, in one ear, out the other. I bought this place for the quiet, not so much the club scene."

He could see she looked a tad bit disappointed, so he quickly added a bit more.

"I'd still like to check them out though, of course."

It was rather obvious that he would only want to check them out with someone who looked like Roark, but in order not to embarrass her any further he explained: "I get enough of the club's in L.A. that's where... I uh, work. They can be pretty crazy, sometimes I just pop some Advil before I even go in just because I know I'm going to get a headache... Heh... What about you, are you in the club scene much? You look like you could be."

Rylen Marcus

The silence of the room was interrupted by the singing of Lady Gaga's 'Bad Romance' coming from a blackberry on the coffee table. Rylen put down the deposition on her latest case. She grabbed the phone and saw from the display it was her boss, Jonathan Carrington, proud partner of Carrington, Smyth and Roberts Law Firm. Trying not to roll her eyes as she hit the answer button, "Marcus."

"'Marcus'? I'm pretty sure you know it's me calling yet you still answer 'Marcus'?"

Rylen had been working nonstop for the past 2 weeks on a tough lawsuit which was recently won where her client, the victim of a shooting, had decided to sue the the family of the druggie, some rich kid who had gotten mixed up dealing meth and thus the victim had been awarded 4 million dollars.

And a good chunk of that would be going to the firm and of course, to Rylen herself. Her first big case where she had been first chair the whole time and had been calling the shots, following her gut instinct and nothing else.

Laughing and shaking her head, Rylen held back a sigh, "What's going on Jon?"

"There's a new case I want you to come evaluate first thing in the morning. I'm emailing you the details. Look it over and before you ask, you have no choice but to take the case since you're do a pro-bono. Talk to you tomorrow!" With that he hung up. Jon wasn't partner for nothing, he was smart and knew that by cutting her off before she could argue, she'd have no choice but to take the case.

Rylen's mouth was agape when she looked at the phone and she so wanted to toss it across the room but knew better not to. Damnit, she was going to take a few days off....well deserved days off but now with this...who knew when she'd be able to vacation....

Standing up and tossing her phone on the couch, Rylen had wanted to go to the beach, relax....if not pathetically by herself but still, it would still constitute as a vacation.

She looked at the time and realized it was still early enough in the day for a swim. She hadn't been able to use the pool for the longest time and she needed to relax before looking over the details for her next case. Quickly she changed from her jeans and shirt to a modest white swimsuit, the sides cut high so her legs looked long and sleek.

Figuring she'd only be going for a swim and not seeing anyone, since it seemed that people around this complex were usually holed up in their apartment, including herself.

Roark was not disappointed like he thought she was. It was that she felt kind of stupid just assuming that he was into clubs just because he was a good looking guy. Of course then he mentioned wanting to check them out and she found a tiny smile forming on her lips.

The dark haired writer was definitely getting the impression that he was attracted to her and wanting to impress her a little bit. At least that's what she was feeling from him. She could be wrong but with him saying he had gotten the place for the quiet and then still mentioning that he'd like to go out when she looked a little put out. He was definitely making her smile even if it was all in her head.

"Well," Roark started when he asked her if she was into clubs, "I could be if I ever had anyone to go with. Most of my time is spent in coffee shops in the corner with a green tea frap listening to some music and working on my projects," she said finding herself laughing a little at herself.

"I guess it wouldn't be so much going to a club, just going to dance," She said wondering if that sounded silly as she found herself looking at his exposed shoulders, he looked really strong and in really good shape even if it was a little distorted by the water. "I guess I was just asking to see if there was anywhere I could bump into you again and maybe hang out some more without me having to look out my window to see if you're in the pool," she said with a laugh.

As he listened to her talking about going to a club. Sipping green tea at a coffee shop sounded wonderful, but for some reason, for the first time in awhile, going to a club sounded even better to Jayson. He grinned in a friendly way as she talked about dancing not being so bad, and followed it up with basically asking him out. He was rather surprised by her forwardness, but especially out in LA it was much more common then anywhere else. He'd gotten rather used to a few actresses being very... Forward.

"Well, while I'm here I'm sure we'll be running into each other quite often. In fact, I haven't eaten yet... If you wanted we could go grab a bite...? Nothing is going to be open very late tonight, but at least we could scout a few things out... You know, in the interest of finding the hot spots. That kind of thing."

Jayson chuckled and winked.

"I would really like to find a few good ones, and test them out ourselves. Anything to relax really."

He nervously made a few waves in the water as he waited Roark's answer. She being so forward and energetic, there was no question in his mind that she would say yes unless something went really wrong. But after so many years of everything going wrong Jayson had learned to expect that sort of thing and he was only now beginning to figure out once again that sometimes people were actually nice, and not money grabbing whores like his former 'friends.'

Roark had to admit that he was right, technically since they were literally right next to each other apartment-wise it was more than likely they were going to bump into each other pretty often but she had hoped that it could be more than just in passing. She knew that it had been a little forward but she wasn't raised always to play the role of the girl who was shy.

She may embarrass herself from time to time but what was life without taking a risk or two?

And then he was asking her to go out with him tonight.

She found herself with a big smile and a small giggle.

"That'd be great," she said hoping to sound enthusiastic but not so much that she'd scare him off. "What time does everything close around here?" She asked not really sure as she had been using the Princeton Place to get her groceries and such. She really hadn't had the time or energy to do much exploring before. She also didn't know if he meant right now or later.

"When did you want to go? I mean as much as I love being in a bikini I'll need a few minutes to change," she said with a laugh, she didn't make a move not sure when he wanted to go and was in no hurry to leave if he didn't plan on going now.

"This chair is free right?"

Camille raised her eyes to look at the guy whom had just spoken to her, slightly distracted by the reading of her script and just plain enjoying the sun hitting her tanned skin. "Uh yeah, go ahead." There was a very awkward silence as she returned her attention to her script.

Must not focus on the hot british guy next to me, must continue rehearsing lines. Camille told herself silently. That little mantra of hers however, didn't seem to work. Besides, she had come down from her apartment to get to know her neighbors, not ignore them like they didn't exist.

Camille set her script in her lap and smiled at the gorgeous athletic looking guy, "I'm Camille, what's your name?" That was a good start to making an aquaintence, right? Introduction first.

"Yeah? I guess you can say I'm new here as well. I mean, I'm not really. I've lived here for at least a year but I'm hardly ever home as well so I actually don't know anyone here. I guess that sense of not knowing anyone, ends here?"

Wow, that british accent was so alluring. Camille loved international men, why because most of the time their ways were alot different from that of American men and sometimes the 'American way' was so incredibly boring! Camille had been so mesmerized by Dan's eyes that she nearly didn't hear his question.

"What am I-- oh! Um, its a script. Just rehearsing my lines that's all." Camille said, then felt the need to expand more on what she was rehearsing, "I'm a model and actress."

Frank

On the chaise by the pool, I thought about the ophone call from my wife and how rude I had been. I was tempted to call her back and apologize and mabe even either go back to see her, or invite her here when suddenly a vision of lovliness walked by and took another chaise near me.

Our eyes met but nothing was said as she sat in the sun, but my eyes kept creeping back and admiring her and wishing I were in the mood to get acquainted.

I just wasnt yet ready, so i returned the call to my wife and told her I was sorry I had been so short with her but that I was so upset at the way things were going I jurt couldnt think straight. I didnt add that the vision of the young woman near me was a total distraction as well.

We just agreed to talk again later after we both calmed down a little.

Camille raised her eyebrow at Dan's first comment about coming over whenever she got ...bored? She was an actress and a model. She didn't exactly have time to get "bored" If that was exactly what he meant, unless he was attempting to get into her pant's so to speak, even though they barely knew one another. It wasn't like Camille had a thing against one night stands or that she was keen on having an official relationship.

In fact, she didn't have time for a real relationship. A real relationship? What in the hell was that, anyways? It was basically two people consenting to having sex with one another. Yes, Camille was very bitter when it came to romantic relationships.

Cami couldn't help but smile at his compliment of calling her gorgeous. Gorgeous was alot better than being called hot. At least, in her opinion it was. Gorgeous had a sense of classiness to it unlike hot which had a sense of 'I want to fuck you right now because your hot', tacky.

"Thank you and rehearsing lines sounds good, if I ever need the help."

From his seat on the balcony it looked like things had started to get interesting by the pool. Christian had grabbed the rest of the six-pack from the fridge abd was steadily sinking them as he watched the interactions below. He was a natural voyeur and his vicarious position gave him great pleasure. He'd a;ways hated how America was obsessed with beautiful people, but as he looked at the fine specimens below he couldn't argue that they weren't entertaining to watch.

Occasionally he'd look over at the blank canvas with the now dry, pale whisky stain running down it. It still seemed oppressive. Looming over him, getting closer, threatening to push him over the edge of the balcony. He'd land on a lounger, shattering it to pieces with a huge crash. Only a few broken bones from this height, nothing too serious. The beautiful people would be disturbed, rushing over to help/gawp. Later they'd comfort each other over the traumatic experience... Damn this is getting morbid! Christian came to the realisation that he was leading himself in to one of the many dark places within himself.

He went to his bedroom and removed his camera. He held the dark, soft, well-worn, black leather body in his hands, feeling it's comforting weight. Now calm, he returned to the balcony, camera still in hand. Along the way he nonchalantly kicked the canvas, disregarding it as it fell slowly to the floor. Settling back in the chair, his legs parted wide, the weight of the camera resting on his crotch, one hand cradling it the other cradling a beer. He pulled on his wayfarers to shield his eyes from the setting sun that burned on the horizon.

"Hm, which one do I prefer?" That was a question nearly every interviewer asked her. It was like a broken record to her, but she figured that since he didn't know her, the only polite thing to do was answer. "Well, my mother was a...model...so I don't think I'd be where I am if she hadn't, well I guess you could say forced me into that profession. Though, it wasn't exactly the kind of modeling she wanted me to do. I'm a fashion model." She started, paused for a second and then continued, "However, I've always had a love for acting because my dad is an actor, film and theater actor. He always used to take me to some of his performances or when he'd go on the road to film for his next movie...sorry I'm rambling but yeah, I enjoy acting much more."

"My script is for a new series that going to be on ABC." Remembering that he hadn't been in the states for long, she once again clarified, "ABC is a general tv station. Anyways, the script is more for a soap opera coming out. I'd give you more details on it, but it's supposed to be top secret."

Despite her best efforts not to gawk at Dan like a girl who'd never been around a hot guy, it was extremely hard to do so. She was amazed how tan he was since London was normally so rainy. Her eyes traveled down his muslced pecs. Camille looked away blushing, then she cleared her throat, "Um, so how long have you been playing soccer?"

ultimate_nerdslut said:

"When did you want to go? I mean as much as I love being in a bikini I'll need a few minutes to change," she said with a laugh, she didn't make a move not sure when he wanted to go and was in no hurry to leave if he didn't plan on going now.

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"Well, the landlady promised none of the young people spots closed before midnight," Jayson rolled his eyes and laughed. He shrugged his shoulders, "So since we're not going anywhere fancy I think we can take our time. Maybe twenty minutes? It doesn't take you that long to change, does it?" Using this perfect excuse, Jayson stood in the water and glanced down beneath the shimmering shimmering surface to assess her clothing. He figured it shouldn't be too hard to change out of something that revealing. God, was she sexy!

He slowly slipped back into the water with a friendly smile on his face.

"So what do you do? Are you into modeling or something?"

He asked, only because he assumed someone with such good looks would naturally be into that kind of field. He didn't mean to assume she wasn't smart, far from it! She sounded intelligent, and if an intelligent woman had those kind of looks she would make a killer amount of money with something she naturally possessed. That was what he'd done, and he assumed they were about the same level of intelligence, he hoped at least.

Roark found a smile when he was looking her over. She could only imagine what he was thinking as he looked at her in the small yellow bikini. It was good to know that while he had said things closed early the landlady had said that nothing for people their age didn't close before midnight. At least there would be no rush but the sooner they left, well they might get to spend more time exploring the sights around them.

She offered him a smirk at the question of how long it would take her to change into something casual.

"No, not that long," she said as she started to back out of the pool revealing more and more with each step. With the next question she actually laughed and had the decency to blush.

"No, no modeling experience," she said. "I'm a writer," she continued waiting for him to follow her before heading to the lounger to get her towel. "And what about you... You said you work mainly in LA?" She asked as she started heading back to the complex.

A Roark backed away he could feel himself getting disappointed, until he remembered that she was leaving, to go out with him. He smiled at that, and watched as the water dropped from her smooth, shapely curves. For a moment he hesitated between getting out and asking her to come back in, but with the other people there that would be awkward. So instead he followed her out and went for his towel. Jayson caught up with her just as they both got to the walkway and began heading towards the complex step for step with Roark's tight little butt. He did keep a little behind her, so he could watch the liquid drip of her golden skin.

"Uh well.. I'm an actor actually..." Jayson commented as lightly as he could, but he saw her turning back towards him in a bit of shock at the very least. Raising a hand he scratched his head before holding it up in surrender. "Just a few small movies here and there, nothing major, yet." He didn't mention the fact that he had been huge just a few months ago, but he didn't want that kind of notice.

"So yea, you're going out with a b-list actor tonight. How's that for a date?" He laughed, hoping to hell that she wasn't put off or... Anything.

As Jayson admitted he was an actor Roark looked back at him. She really didn't watch much tv or movies but she was curious if she would recognize him now that she was really looking to recognize him. Unfortunately, she didn't. She felt a little bad that she didn't, especially since she found him attractive.

"Sounds like a great date to me," she said with a smile back to him. For the briefest of moments she looked disappointed but she was quick to explain. "I really don't get the chance to watch a lot of movies." Roark sounded stupid in her own head. "I read a lot more than watch," she continued, "So I feel bad for not really being able to tell if I've seen anything you've been in. Maybe you can show me some if your work later," she suggested hoping that it might make him feel better for her not recognizing him.

It wasn't long until they were at their apartments.

"I'll be back in just a few minutes," Roark said as she slipped inside her apartment with one last smile before closing her door. The dark haired writer was quick to run to the bathroom. She spent five minutes rinsing off the chlorine before drying off as she stood in the oversized closet looking for something that Jayson would find sexy but wouldn't scream that she was trying too hard.

Ultimately a pair of low rise jeans with a sexy but casual black cami would have to do with a pair of black heels. Her hair was still wet but she had dried it as best as she could with the towel and then ran a brush through it. She walked back out into the hall hoping that she looked good enough for the b-list actor to want to take her out.