NAOMI ♥ [001] the conjuction of two washed up dead folks
Who: Naomi Hunter and Javert.
What: An evening out for the beautiful doctor leads to an unexpected reunion.
Where: Inside one of Aliunde's swag clubs.
When: The evening of June 10th
Rating: Nothing more than a PG-13!
Turning thirty-nine apparently had had a larger impact on Naomi Hunter than she'd ever like to admit.
No, it wasn't that her quickly decreasing path to forty had finally touched her flawless beauty. Despite the thorough examination she performed each night in her brightly lit mirror, Naomi still had yet to find a single wrinkle or blemish on that immaculate face of hers. Though her agonizing death only five months previous had left her skinny frame more bony than anything else, it had taken only seven weeks of favorable health and good food to revitalize her enticingly curvy form. And where her fatal illness had once zapped the very spark out of her dark gaze, the woman's almond eyes were once again twinkling with life as she flitted busily around Aliunde.
So no, when it came to her own renowned appearance, Naomi Hunter was very assured and secure in her physical beauty. Her slipping confidence had nothing to do with her looks.
As positively silly as it may have seemed to any onlooker into her life, it was the two digit number itself that weighed down the woman's thin shoulders so heavily. It was just another simple step towards being considered old by the much younger crowd of people she seemed to surround herself with. And the day that realization finally dawned on the rest of the residents in this great city was a day that Naomi Hunter was absolutely dreading ever having to experience.
Hell, even a second death may be more favorable to that situation. It certainly would be less painful and humiliating.
It precisely that trip up in her fortitude that had thrown the older woman into agreeing to a late evening out with a pair of her coworkers to the most popular dance club in Aliunde. An easy night alone in her apartment curled up with a good book might have seemed more relaxing after the harsh day of work she'd just endured, but that was not the lifestyle of a lively, attractive woman like herself. No, not at all! So, even if she did have a set of early morning appointments at the hospital the very next day, a night out on the town to boost her confidence was well worth it in the end.
And for a woman like Naomi Hunter? Well, it had taken all of ten minutes inside of the swanky joint in that new revealing dress of hers for her ego to inflate back to her normal level of arrogance again.
So with brimming confidence and her coworkers long gone, Naomi had found herself enjoying the company of a young (read: much too young) man who had just shoved himself through the pulsating crowd of dancers to fetch her another drink. From their half-yelled/half-pantomimed conversations in the last hour and a half, he really didn't seem to be intelligent enough for doctor's refined tastes, but he kept his hands from straying too much and continued to pay for her drinks freely. And that was good enough for the woman to keep her attention. Until someone better came along.
It was just as her young man trailed off without her towards the bar that Naomi felt a steely, almost painful grip on her skinny arm. While it wasn't at all unusual for the various people around her in the crowd to bump into her casually or get a quick grope in on occasion, a plain grab was trouble. Twisting around to face the strange man who was already yanking her closer towards him, the woman's basic survival instincts immediately fled from her mind as she recognized that she was in danger, leaving her standing there in his grip, frozen in shock.
Staying in with only a book for company was suddenly looking so much more appealing to the woman.
What: An evening out for the beautiful doctor leads to an unexpected reunion.
Where: Inside one of Aliunde's swag clubs.
When: The evening of June 10th
Rating: Nothing more than a PG-13!
Turning thirty-nine apparently had had a larger impact on Naomi Hunter than she'd ever like to admit.
No, it wasn't that her quickly decreasing path to forty had finally touched her flawless beauty. Despite the thorough examination she performed each night in her brightly lit mirror, Naomi still had yet to find a single wrinkle or blemish on that immaculate face of hers. Though her agonizing death only five months previous had left her skinny frame more bony than anything else, it had taken only seven weeks of favorable health and good food to revitalize her enticingly curvy form. And where her fatal illness had once zapped the very spark out of her dark gaze, the woman's almond eyes were once again twinkling with life as she flitted busily around Aliunde.
So no, when it came to her own renowned appearance, Naomi Hunter was very assured and secure in her physical beauty. Her slipping confidence had nothing to do with her looks.
As positively silly as it may have seemed to any onlooker into her life, it was the two digit number itself that weighed down the woman's thin shoulders so heavily. It was just another simple step towards being considered old by the much younger crowd of people she seemed to surround herself with. And the day that realization finally dawned on the rest of the residents in this great city was a day that Naomi Hunter was absolutely dreading ever having to experience.
Hell, even a second death may be more favorable to that situation. It certainly would be less painful and humiliating.
It precisely that trip up in her fortitude that had thrown the older woman into agreeing to a late evening out with a pair of her coworkers to the most popular dance club in Aliunde. An easy night alone in her apartment curled up with a good book might have seemed more relaxing after the harsh day of work she'd just endured, but that was not the lifestyle of a lively, attractive woman like herself. No, not at all! So, even if she did have a set of early morning appointments at the hospital the very next day, a night out on the town to boost her confidence was well worth it in the end.
And for a woman like Naomi Hunter? Well, it had taken all of ten minutes inside of the swanky joint in that new revealing dress of hers for her ego to inflate back to her normal level of arrogance again.
So with brimming confidence and her coworkers long gone, Naomi had found herself enjoying the company of a young (read: much too young) man who had just shoved himself through the pulsating crowd of dancers to fetch her another drink. From their half-yelled/half-pantomimed conversations in the last hour and a half, he really didn't seem to be intelligent enough for doctor's refined tastes, but he kept his hands from straying too much and continued to pay for her drinks freely. And that was good enough for the woman to keep her attention. Until someone better came along.
It was just as her young man trailed off without her towards the bar that Naomi felt a steely, almost painful grip on her skinny arm. While it wasn't at all unusual for the various people around her in the crowd to bump into her casually or get a quick grope in on occasion, a plain grab was trouble. Twisting around to face the strange man who was already yanking her closer towards him, the woman's basic survival instincts immediately fled from her mind as she recognized that she was in danger, leaving her standing there in his grip, frozen in shock.
Staying in with only a book for company was suddenly looking so much more appealing to the woman.