to a woman so heartless ,

[hannah3]

somewhere far along this road,
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and i must digress it is kinda bad. he's all decked out for the
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HE LOST HIS SOUL .

Vince glanced down at his watch, then back at the sun beginning to creep over the building-scattered horizon of New York City. He had to admit, it wasn't his favorite place to live, but it was more than easy to get swallowed up in the city life; the hustle and bustle was all too consuming for a guy like Vince who just wanted to blend in. It wasn't his goal to stick out, but it just so happened he usually was spotted at some point. Every time he worked an event, the paparazzi would somehow manage to get a shot of him looking badass as he escorted some overly manicured star on and off the stage. The recent Oscars provided a hefty income for him. It was his job to ward off, or beat off it necessary, the creepers of the world wanting five minutes of fame with their favorite actor or actress. Vince probably enjoyed his job a little too much, getting to interrogate and restrain, if necessary, the delinquents crashing major celebrity events. Even when he wasn't working, he didn't want to be in the limelight. He liked being in control, but drawing attention to oneself was something they were taught to not do under any circumstances in the army. Drawing attention made you more likely to be a target, and Vince's job wasn't to be the target, but to protect it.

But today on his early morning run with his dog, like he took every morning, was fairly uneventful. No one seemed to recognize him, whether it be their lack of coffee, hazy morning eyes, or just lack of attention. He turned into Central Park, the halfway mark for his run where he would usually stop and let Zeus attract some females for him. The Doberman Pinscher wasn't exactly the cutest of dogs, looking rather fierce at the best of times, but he did manage to pull in enough to keep Vince happy. Besides, the ones with enough estrogen to approach the dog marked a braver woman, a species that rarely had enough courage to do so. Girly girls weren't his type, not at all. They had to have some element of adventure, curiosity, and gristle for him to remain interested. He slowed from a run to a jog, then to a walk as Zeus slowed to a comfortable trot beside Vince's side. Zeus was a rather obedient dog, trained well thanks to Vince. Everyone thought he was this vicious animal, and maybe he was until Vince was able to get his hands on him. He had this uncanny ability to take anything given to him and whip it into shape; bend it to his own will to fit his own needs and desires. It turned out to be a really useful skill: manipulative, but efficient. At least until it started to work on the people around him, and that's when things always went south.

He sighed, looking down past his bare chest and stomach to his feet and the pavement underneath. His life was becoming awfully routine, but then again, he liked it that way. Spontaneity was something he left to his job to bring into his life. Everything else called for order and planning, something he was expert at. If someone needed to devise a plan or concoct a strategy, Vince would be the one to call. Most people say brain over brawn, but Vince, he could bring both together quite well. However, his current life needed no planning, especially as he sat down on a bench. He wasn't even alert enough to realize there was already someone sitting on the other end, he just considered himself lucky he didn't sit on them. They should probably consider themselves lucky as well, considering Vince was deep in thought. He never let himself think on the job, especially because when he stopped to think someone could drive a runaway semi truck in his direct path and he probably wouldn't notice. Just one of the many faults that he saw in himself and no one else did. Any other time he was astute as anything; nothing got past him.

Zeus eventually decided enough was enough, and jumped his front end up to rest his paws on Vince's thighs. Vince rolled his eyes down at the canine, shaking his head. Before he could catch the silly dog, he'd climbed up on the bench entirely and had taken over Vince's lap, nudging his nose at the other person's elbow. "Zeus," he scolded in a voice challenging to the tone of God. He didn't exactly care about the stranger, but for all he knew the person was going to whip out a machete and slice off his dog's nose. Definitely wouldn't be the start to a wonderful day by any means.

[nicolette]

Nicolette was glad to be back home, back in New York, back where she knew everything. It was nice to go on vacation, but there was that point where if you would stay too long you would start to realize that not everything was the way it was back home. As similar as New York and Los Angeles can be, there are some serious differences that confuse people, people like Nicolette. It is not that Nicolette was stupid or anything, no, she was actually quite intelligent. It was just that there were simple cultural differences. When you see people in New York, they are a lot dressier than the people in Los Angeles, who tend to walk around in next to nothing. Granted, all of that is probably because Los Angeles is just one giant beach half of the time, but still, it was something that nic was not used to. She was from New York and was used to always being dressed up when she walked out of her house. When she was in Los Angeles she had to walk straight back inside her room after walking outside because she was too dressed up. That was one problem that she never thought she would have to worry about.

She was no longer there, though, so she had nothing to worry about. She had gotten back a few hours ago at three in the morning. Damn the time difference. She had slept the whole way there and planned on going back to sleep when she got home, but that was not going as well as planned. That was probably because nic was not a girl who needed a lot of sleep. She did not know where she got that from, either, because the rest of her family could sleep the day away if they had the opportunity to do so. Holland needed six hours of sleep at the most, but four would do just fine, which is what she had already gotten. She was lucky enough to have an entire row to herself. That is what she gets for taking a flight at such an odd hour. That was usually the reason that took those odd houred flights. She could sleep and would not have to waste her day at home with sleep. Most people would think she was really strange to think that sleep was just a waste of time, but she could not help it, really, she just did not enjoy sleep as much as most.

After an hour of lying in bed with no luck in falling asleep she decided it would be best to go out and do some running. She did not need the shit she was eating while out in Los Angeles to give her a stomach that was not going to help her career. She needed a shower, first, though. She got up and undressed, making her way to the shower and then back out when she was done. She could not remember which drawer she had put her work out clothes in and had to search for a good ten minutes before finding them. Finally, she got the clothes out and put them on, checking herself out in the mirror for a short time before deciding that she was satisfied with how she looked. That was something positive about Nicolette. She did not have a negative view on her body. She actually had quite a positive one. She would not want to be much skinnier than she was right now, though she definitely would not want to be any bigger at all. She knew she was hot, which was what attracted a lot of the boys whose attention she got.

She grabbed her house key and slid it into the small pocket of her shorts along with her phone. She pulled her socks and shoes on and pulled her hair up. The worst thing about running in New York was that there was always wind blowing your hair around like crazy. She made her way to central park and after about half an hour she decided to take a break and relax on a bench. It wasn’t long before someone sat down next to her. That someone was very cute and he looked oddly familiar, but she couldn’t place it. She felt the dog’s nose on her arm and giggled softly, not feeling afraid at all. It was quite cute. That was when she heard the boy speak and it hit her. He was Vince! “A southern accent, a Doberman named Zeus, you must be Vince! I'm Nicolette!” She giggled softly once again after her words and began to pet the dog.


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[hannah3]

somewhere far along this road,
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hey there, nicolette, this is for you. there are IDK words here,
and i must digress it is kindasorta okay. he's all decked out for the
occasion. lyrics to kanye, temp cred goes to hannie, yo.
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HE LOST HIS SOUL .

As much as Vince wished he could brag that his dog was vicious and something to fear, Zeus had turned into an all-out lap dog. Vince was a bodyguard for crying out loud, the least he could do is have a vicious guard dog to complete the terrifying picture. But no, the dog he got for free because the previous owners said he was vicious turned into the dog that would whimper and hide behind Vince when a thunderstorm came through. It was really pathetic, but there were times he didn't really mind it. Even big guys like Vince Moore enjoyed the company of another living creature every now and then, especially one that won't yell at him or leave him. He was used to those things happening, in that order, or simultaneously. He was never good with relationships with people, and probably never would be. He didn't let anyone close to him probably because of his parents abandoning him at such a young age. Parents were people you're supposed to be close to, but Vince never had that option. Maybe he'd shut off the option to the rest of the world. He was like a broken piece of machinery - rendered useless until fixed.

Who would fix him though?

He'd given up hope for a well-trained mechanic with double D's, nice ass, and long legs a long time ago. It was just how the world worked: people turned oxygen into carbon dioxide, plants turned carbon dioxide back into oxygen, and Vince Moore was a lonely bastard with only his job to stick up for him. He was more than used to it by now, so sitting beside some stranger on a bench wasn't going to get his hopes up. He pulled hastily on the leash and collar around the doberman's neck, trying to pull the strong dog back into his own lap and off the unsuspecting stranger. Before long, the girl had begun to prate and complain about -- wait, did she just say his name? The last he remembered, he hadn't exactly introduced himself to anyone out on the street, and he didn't exactly recognize this girl. Nicolette. Why did that name ring a bell? Oh yes, the girl he'd spoken with earlier about meeting up. He wasn't sure why he'd spoken with her or suggested they meet up, but it definitely happened for some reason. And there she was, sitting right beside him. Small fucking world.

A charming smile fell to his lips, small dimples forming at the corners of his mouth. This was the girl that fell for his southern charm.. well, what little of it he had left. The city was modernizing him, taking the country out of the boy. He couldn't say anything negative about it.. the more his accent faded the less he was reminded of home and his uncle's military household. The house in which you did fifty push ups for any disrespectful comment, and one hundred sit ups for every bad grade. The punishments went on an on, even though Vince had never been a bad child. He was always well-behaved and mannered, at least until he left for military school, and even then he wasn't half as bad as his delinquent classmates. The real trouble came when he ran off and had his crazy streak, partying and fucking random girls. Good thing he hadn't talked to the remnants of his family since he left, or really, since they disowned him. He was the first son in generations to leave the military without medical leave or some serious honor and a medal. He didn't care.. he was better off than half of them anyway. Well, that was a lie. They were living in mansions on huge ranches in Alabama. He was roaming around the concrete jungle of New York without a damn clue.

"Blonde, obsessed with my southern accent, gorgeous.. That sounds about right," he said back to her, letting Zeus climb closer to whimper happily as she started petting him. Vince chuckled a little, patting the dog's side. "I wasn't kidding when I said he's a lap dog," he warned her just as the huge dog decided to pretend he was a chihuahua and drape his front paws over her legs, laying his head in her lap. Vince shook his head, twisting the black leash between his fingers. "Small world.. what time did you get in?" he asked, referring to her flight she must have taken that morning, considering he'd spoken with her the previous night and she was still in Los Angeles.

[nicolette]

Nicolette was not one to complain about things. That was not because she thought it was annoying or anything, but because she had never really had anything to complain about. Her life had never had any major problems that she had to worry about. No one in her immediate family had ever been killed, her parents were not addicted to drugs, she was not addicted to anything. Her life was what some would call perfect. The only problem that she had never had was that she had to look up to her older siblings. That was something that came with the territory of being a younger sibling, though, and it was nothing that she could not handle. She was fine with having to work to become the next best sibling. It was something that gave her the motivation and the drive to become successful. Now she had the motivation and the drive, but it was not helping her in the least. She tried and tried to make it in this business, but people liked to turn her away because of the way that she looked. They thought that she was the typical blonde, and she was far from that in actuality.

That was one of two problems that she had. The other problem was that she was such a lonely person. Sure, she found it wasy to find people to spend time with, and she was a fairly outgoing person, so it was not hard for her to go out and meet someone new to talk to. Her problem was that she did not let people into her life and because of that she could never get close enough to people to have an actual relationship with them. Sure, it was not like she had never had a relationship before. She had had her fair share of them and she had had her heart broken a few times, but it was nothing that she could not handle. She was a strong girl and knew how to handle herself, but she could not help but to get sort of sad when she was at home at night curling up with a pillow when she watches a movie. She’d love to be able to have someone to cuddle up to, some guy. It was something that she could live without and something that she did not spend a lot of time thinking about. She would normally only think about it when she was alone.

She was not alone right now, though. She was actually with someone that she was pretty excited to see. She liked meeting new people, and he was someone that she found to be quite interesting. She was excited about hearing his accent, but that was only half of it. He was a very attractive guy, and she could see that from the picture that she had seen, but that was definitely being proven now. He did not have a shirt on and he was lookin’ fine. She could not keep that giggle from coming back every so often, either. He probably thought that she was being really annoying with it, but she could not help it. She was a little girl on the inside when it came to attractive men. Oh, god, and he had dimples! She could not help herself from grinning when he started to speak and describe her, and she, of course, blushed when he said that she was gorgeous. “There’s that southern charm at work!” He smiled at him and continued to pet the dog, enjoying the whimpers of happiness coming from the dog. She smiled and nodded, “You really weren’t, were you? I like it though. He’s so adorable. A real chick magnet.” A nice lapdog was always a chick magnet, well, at least she always gravitated to those kinds. She spent a few moments watching the dog, and occasionally his abs, before looking up. “You’re right, small world. And at three this morning. I haven’t been able to sleep so I thought I’d go running to work off the shitty food from LA. But I’m glad I did, or else I wouldn’t have gotten to run into you.” She smiled at him sweetly, “Is that what you’re doing out here? Running?”

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