Ultraviolence a 1x1

[Nano Paladin]

A 1 x 1 between NanoPaladin and sycophantic courtier.

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[sycophantic courtier]

casey jean carlyle
♥xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx THE CRIME LORD'S DAUGHTER

dahila / red dahlia┃ twenty-four ┃ female ┃ heterosexual

#E3080D ♥ JESSICA R. ♥ #230404

charming ❖ classy ❖ impulsive


{ sycophantic courtier }

[Nano Paladin]

john slade ashford
♥xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx UNDERCOVER SWAT

titan ┃ 25 ┃ male ┃ straight

STEELBLUE ♥ STEPHEN AMELL ♥ SLATE GREY

brave ❖ cunning ❖ caring


{ nanopaladin }

[sycophantic courtier]

1. tab The seventh and final ensemble Casey had to wear for the shoot that day was a lovely black corset with gilded embroidery and a train made of delicate black lace. The young woman had always loved dressing up and getting her hair and make up done and now she was getting paid to do just that. Casey had been working as a pin-up model for two years now. She started modeling for her friend who was a costume designer. She began working professionally when she did a shoot with a well known couturier who saw her pictures in her friend's costume shop. She can still remember every detail of that day: the outfit, the make up, the jewelry, everything. She was dressed all in red and the set was decorated with red dahlias. It was published in a widely circulated fashion magazine and from then on, she was known as The Red Dahlia which came to be her "stage name." Casey grew fond of it because it was like a brighter, much happier version of the Black Dahlia and hopefully, she won't get sliced in half or anything. Of course, it wasn't easy being a pin-up model, because, even though she didn't have to be stick thin like the runway models, she still had to watch her body.
   
   tab After the photo shoot, Casey changed into her "normal" clothes which consisted of denim shorts, a white shirt and black Doc Martens boots. When she goes to photo shoots, Casey usually wears the simplest outfits. She checked her phone only to see that her father had sent her a message, asking her to join him and his latest girlfriend for lunch at his house. Well, that's going to be a drag. His girlfriend, Silvia, was only like, ten years older than her. When Casey met her for the first time, Silvia recognized her from one of her photo shoots. She tried to strike up a conversation with her about fashion and Casey just ended up hating her the more she talked. It just felt like she was trying so hard to get close to the daughter of the man she probably thought was going to marry her. Casey had seen all of them come and go and Silvia was no different. Her father was going to dump her anytime now. Casey sent him back a text anyways.
   
   To: Dad
   I guess I can come over
   I'll be there in thirty
   
   tab And just as she had said, thirty minutes later, Casey's shiny black Nissan Cefiro V6 rolled in the driveway of her father's high security home. Mr. Carlyle had insisted on buying her a new car but Casey told him she would rather use her own hard-earned money rather than his. Once the young woman found out what her father's real business was, she didn't want to have anything to do with him anymore. She was barely eighteen when she found out because one of his men was killed in a car chase with the police. From then on, she refused to spend the weekend at his house. She didn't want to be the spoiled daddy's girl who got her way all the time because Casey knew where his wealth came from. She didn't even understand how the shared custody was granted after her parents divorced. Maybe it was because he was rich and they thought that he can afford to take care of a child. Casey would only see him these days out of courtesy.
   
   tab Casey was greeted by Silvia upon her entrance to the large living room. The older woman wore a cute little designer dress and an expensive set of rose gold jewelry and diamonds on her neck, ears and hands. How many times had she seen a woman dressed like so before? Maybe Silvia had not said those three words to Mr. Carlyle yet and that was why he was keeping her around. "Oh, hey Silvia," Casey said with a polite smile as she took a seat on the couch. "I'm so glad you can make it this time," Silvia said, taking the seat opposite her. "Your father will be with us shortly, he is just taking care of some . . business. He would be delighted to see you." For the entire week, Casey had been making up excuses as to why she can't come and meet them. She knew her father wasn't going to let her off that easy so she might as well get it over with. The woman in front of her was once again striking up a conversation. She was babbling about Casey's make-up which was done for the shoot. She just realized hadn't taken it off yet. Silvia was making elaborate gestures with her hands, probably trying to get Casey to compliment her jewelry. What was she supposed to say, I love that jewelry my father bought for you with money he gained from doing illegal activities? And this woman assumed that just because Casey was a model she wasn't smart. She can actually talk about politics and science like every other college graduate out there. Casey just smiled and nodded without really listening to her as she talked.
   
   [ ooc: what if, like, there's a threat sent to the crime lord's family and he was actually tasked to protect her instead? ]
   
   

[Nano Paladin]

He took a deep puff of his e-cig. The red and blue lights at the scene of a mass gang shooting were still strobing the scene. His blue eyes scanned the scene of the battle intently, so much loss, so early in the day as well. It was unusual to have a gun deal going on at nine in the morning. This was one of the more recent trends that the SPD had noticed. Semi-trucks bringing in loads of exotic heavy weapons arming the now rough streets of Seattle. It hadn’t always been that way until the man that was dubbed “The Lord of War” by everyone in the department. He had connections that even weapons manufacturers had. John pulled out his phone leaning back against his gun and armor. It had become a bit of post operation ritual. He would take a gander at his favorite pin up models. He had a soft spot for good curves and that 50’s sex appeal. He had many favorites but one that he always enjoyed was Red Dahlia. She was indeed quite the classic beauty, one he had always wanted to meet. Suddenly a thickly accented African voice called out to him.

“Ey yo Titan, stop gawkin’ at your ladies man. Chief wants to see you boy-o!” Crawler said with a sarcastic chuckle. John couldn’t help but roll his eyes, though he had to wonder why the chief needed to see him. He didn’t even bag anyone today. He took another draw of his e-cig blocking a rubber football being thrown at him by one of the other SWAT members. “Hey this is a crime scene not a playground!!” he said with a laugh. The SWAT members of team 5 were a pretty close group, all six of them; Titan, Spectre, Smoke, Crawler, Guns and Hawkeye. Generally when they were not training or actually in a firefight they would be playing hard.

It took about twenty minutes for him to find the Chief walking about with several other detectives and more interestingly two FBI agents. “Uh, sir you wanted to see me?” John asked inquisitively. Chief Meritz was a very strong and hardily built man always had a perfectly shaven mustache. “Ah Officer Ashford, this is Agent Dannings and Agent Styles.” He said introducing the two men. While they all exchanged hand shakes Meritz continued. “You have been selected to go undercover and try to help us take down The Lord of War’s empire.” Meritz added. John looked over with an absolute are you nuts look. “Sir, Im SWAT.... im not a trained undercover.” he stammered out. “You know everything about weapons, and you are highly trained. Just.... don’t hint off that you are a cop and do what they ask within reason and you should be good.” Meritz said with a grin and nod. “You have to meet them for lunch in about an hour so best get going Officer.” Dannings said waving him off.

John sat outside of the large estate. He really could not believe that he would have been at the largest arm's dealers house if you had told him that in the morning. His one and only remark to himself was that this place was locked down tighter than the White House. He was escorted in by three armed guards, one on each side and another behind him. "We will wait here until Mr Carlyle retrieves you sir." one of the guards responded as they each stood close guard. "Uh, alright then." John replied waiting tentatively. It took a while but Mr Carlyle showed up with a powerful. "Ah Mr Slade, you have come highly recommended from one of my good friends, you know Mr Troutman. Please join me with my wonderful family and our lunch." he said directing John to join him. "Now, we have been receiving several different threats recently telling me that my family will pay for my sins... all rather dramatic. Now we are pretty well protected here if you can't tell, however, my daughter does not really see eye to eye with me so she stays by herself. Your job is to keep an eye on her... that said don't think about getting all mushy and frisky with her. You might come highly recommended but you are still a dime a dozen." Mr Carlyle explained as they made their way closer to the table. Each word spoken to him was digested carefully and taken as the cogs turned in John's head all the while he had never heard or seen any reports about his daughter. "Ah here we are, meet Sylvia and Casey." Mr. Carlyle said with a proud fathers grin. John walked in to greet himself not expecting to see the Red Dahlia. "Oh.... uh.... good afternoon ladies..." he said in a mildly awkward tone.

((OOC: Sorry no layout just yet. Wanted to get the post in.))