American Dreams (Xaier)

[chantel]

Chantel had been here for quite some time now and she was pissed. Why would she be angry about such a fact? Well, because she had been here for so long and she had yet to make any progress in finding Mischa and destroying the bitch's life. That and the fact her brother was now living with them.

Well, she supposed she still needed to gain more trust from people and maybe even find the right people to "befriend". She sat herself down at a high end of town. Hopefully she would be able to "bump" into someone who might have ties with people in important businesses or something of that nature. If she manages to catch someone that wasn't able to satisfy her needs of connections... well she would still get close to them and use them some way or another. Who knows; she might get bored and decide to fuck with their life as a side project.

She was walking down the street looking through the windows of all the expensive brand named stores and even considered going shopping. Her father was a Lord and she a Lady after all...

After sometime buying clothes she would never wear she was in the streets once again...then she saw her target.

Platnum blonde hair and green eyes. Good looking... but she wasn't looking to flirt. Maybe he will consider it flirting, but if ANYBODY knew what was going on in her mind they would know damn well what she was really planning.

She would approach him..not paying attention to what he was doing or why he was in this area... she was just hoping he would be able to help her in the destruction of Mischa Badoer's life.

"Excuse me... you look familiar..." she would say with her thick French accent...then shake her head as if she said something foolish.. "Sorry never mind... you be looking like someone I knew." her English was never strong, but meh.. made her look more innocent than she actually was.

[Xaier McCaine]

Excuse me... you look familiar... Sorry never mind... you be looking like someone I knew.

The nineteen year old heard an unfamiliar voice close by call out. His head had only turned because he had been slightly curious as to whom it belonged to. The accent told him immediantly that the blond female nearby was not native to this country. It was only after he realized that she was speaking to him, he would reply. His tone was calm, clear and friendly just like it usually was. A small smile appearing on his face before his words slipped out.

"Sorry to disappoint,"

The platinum blonde hair of his would sway slightly as his body turned to completely face the female close by. Those sparkly emerald green eyes would look to meet the grey-blues of the girl who had mistaken him for someone else. His right hand would lift and drop against the back of his neck, rubbing slightly before he would finish what he had started to say.

"I'm new to the city, actually."

Xaier's right hand would drop back to his side once again, his thumb instinctively hooked upon one of the pockets of his loose fitting grey jeans. A slight breeze tugging at his hair and the tan buttoned-down t-shirt left undone. Underneath that said over-shirt, a simple white t-shirt hugged his torso, the bottom hanging over the waistband of his shirt as he stood there.

Xaier wasn't in any rush to go anywhere, being new to the city had him curious about the place. He had a feeling that he would be walking the streets more often now, because he had a whole new place to explore. He had simply been out browsing the stores in case anything had caught his eye, but for the most part nothing had stood out to him. Had had actually been walking back toward the parkinglot he had left his car at when the female had spoken to him.

Being a genuinely nice guy, he had didn't think it would hurt to have a little chat with her for the time being.

[chantel]

He replied and seemed rather good willed to the situation. Chantel smiled in his direction. She was deceitful in every way. Only one who knew of her true intent was her brother and he wouldn't peep a word of it to the public if he wanted to save his own reputation. Their relationship was odd that way; they were cruel to each other but only kind when their own selves were at stake.

"I'm new to the city, actually."

The smile remained in it's place as she gave the boy a slight nod. "Ah, moi aussi! I came from Lyon, France. Where abouts did you come from?" her lips formed into an "O" shape as she gestured with a hand to carry on walking. "Mind if we go for a stroll?" she would start walking even before he would have time to answer. If she so wished to stay where he was, fine by her. She had Chapin driving the limo near by if she ever wanted to leave the area. She would like the boy to follow only because she never had enough minions in her game.

"Oh where are my manners? My name is Chantel, est toi?" she would say without looking at him to see if he were following or not. She didn't make a huge distance between them, so it wouldn't look weird if she was still making conversation with him. Chantel wouldn't let "weird" come ten feet close to her. She needed her reputation.

(OOC: Sorry for the length..... its probably gonna get smaller though if we can't think of something to do lol)

[Xaier McCaine]

Ah, moi aussi! I came from Lyon, France. Where abouts did you come from?

"New York City. It was a nice city and all.. I just needed a change."

The change he referred to was more due to the school he had attended. 552 was dangerous and it had changed him quite a bit. He had only recovered himself with the help of friends. But they had all disappeared, and he couldn't stand staying there alone anymore.

Those emerald hues would catch her motion and words asking for a stroll, seeing as he really had nothing to do anyways, he figured it wasn't going to kill him to keep walking around for a while longer. She seemed to be a harmless girl, but one could never really be too sure. Xaier had known quite a few females back in newyork that could handle themselves quite well, and others that wore a mask to fool prey.

Oh where are my manners? My name is Chantel, est toi?

"Xaier McCaine.."

His arms would sway at his sides with everystep as he moved along his new french acquaintence. He really had no idea what was around the area, so it wasn't like he could easily suggest something. But maybe something would catch their eyes along the walk, otherwise talking was the only other thing he could think of that would help if they just walked for a bit. His head would turn toward the girl as he walked, before his left hand would lift to swipe the hair from his eyes.

"So france, huh? I've never been there. I've heard it's beautiful."