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 Posted: Wed May 23, 2018 6:17 pm
Envy Setting: Current... give or take a few days Wordcount: 709 Shannon sipped her flute of champagne and casually drifted from one group of snobs to the next. As a freelance writer she went where the jobs told her to go and normally they weren’t half bad. Fairs, carnivals, store openings, charity balls, charity auctions… you name it she has covered it in some shape or form however this particular charity event was starting to grate on her nerves. She wanted to find a dark corner, power up, and yank some starseeds it was that annoying. First and foremost she was seen as staff by most attending. She wasn’t staff. She was never staff and the next hoi polloi debutant wishing windbag who asked her for a new drink was going to get her designer rip offs through their foot. If only there had been some cute rich man to entertain her, maybe her mood wouldn’t had tanked but apparently this was a ‘old, fat, or married’ event. Any male that was even remotely on her radar already sported a wedding band. Shannon didn’t mind flirting with, or worse, when it came to married men but here and now wasn’t the time. She was being snubbed as it was, factor in ‘man stealer’ and it would make her job a thousand times harder. “My god, did you see what she was wearing?” The muted tones of two old bitties drew Shannon’s attention. The duo were standing at one of those bar tables, their backs to her, dishing on the other guests. “It is shameful. That color, that cut, and with those heels!” A perfectly trimmed and arched white brow rose as Shannon drifted just a touch closer. Maybe the night wasn’t so bad. She enjoyed a good catty discussion just as much as the next female. Silver eyes raked the crowd trying to figure out just who they were talking about. Most of the elder ladies were in black, gray, or some other pale color. The arm candies were in the bright jewel tones. There was even an escort or two if Shannon wasn’t mistaken. No sane woman would want to be on those particular arms unless they were paid to do so. Prostitute or gold digger, same difference. “It's just pathetic how she thinks we can’t tell that her outfit, and I use that term loosely, is high class. Why I bet she got that green thing from Walmart or something.” The old bat’s tone implied that Walmart was just as bad as a trash can but for someone who didn’t exactly make a million a month the tone rankled. Then the realization of what was just said struck Shannon. A green dress. They were criticizing a green dress. No one here was wearing anything green except her. Red, blue, purple, even a few silver and gold dresses but no green’s. Her’s was the only one. A mid thigh length emerald green cocktail dress that draped low in the back, revealing the smooth column of her spine. Lace sleeves covered her down to the wrists and not a speck of cleavage was showing. How dare these bitches call her outfit shameful! She most definitely did not buy it at Walmart either! It had cost her more money then she really wanted to part with but that was beside the point. She was dressed in a classy, yet sexy way. Her hair styled just right, her outfit on point, her heels a simple black stiletto which she now wanted to drive into the two witch's backs. She belonged here just as much as they did, if not more. The desire to yank the two old bat’s seeds was nearly overwhelming but she held back, barely. The feeling fading as she got a much better idea. A much more entertaining idea. Yes.... The best way to cut the woman down to size would be to get her husband to dance attendance around Shannon for the remainder of the night. The fact that he was one of the larger donors didn’t hurt either. She could also use him for her article as well but that was just a bonus. The sour look on the old b***h’s face would be more than enough for now.
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Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2018 6:36 am
Pride Setting: Current... give or take a few days Wordcount: 534 Shannon looked in the mirror and grimaced. The red streak of a cut arched out of her hairline to peter out just to the side of her right eyebrow, in the world of cuts it was a rather minor wound but for the young woman it was a major catastrophe. The slight discoloration of the skin around the cut didn’t help at all either, both married her beauty as far as she was concerned. The dusky skinned woman took great pains to look as radiant as possible, her pale white hair brushed and curled just so, her brows plucked and arched, her makeup done to just the right amount. It was all armor of sorts. A physical armor she put on each and every morning, along with her clothes and her attitude And now it was all ruined. Who cared that it was minor as such things were. That it was simple to cover up, to hide it? It was the principal of it all. And it annoyed her immensely. Who would think that a simple training session would end up with her scarred for life - ok so that really was an over exaggeration but for the moment Shannon thought that it was rather appropriate since she really hated the idea of going out with this thing on her face. Sadly she didn’t have a choice, she had a meeting with one of her ‘bosses’ with a local website. She might have just been a freelancer but that didn’t mean she could skip the obligatory meeting that every journalist needed to sit through. With a sigh she expertly applied makeup to mask the little cut before finishing her look. A final glance in the mirror revealed a curvaious, tanned skinned, woman with her hair up in a chignon hairstyle. Not a hint of the faded red tips of the white hair showed, it would have clashed horribly with her sapphire silk buttoned down blouse and black pencil skirt. Faux black framed glasses and a black leather satchel, along with the sensible black pumps, finished off her ‘professional/teacher/librarian’ look that she was going for. The uptight bookworm style wasn’t really her ‘thing’ but it was the gentleman that she was meeting for coffee thing. He was an older male with a ‘yes, teacher’ fetish that Shannon used to her benefit, mostly better paying freelance jobs or wrangling him into picking up a series of stories that the site might use. She never let anything go beyond work even though the slug had suggested they have ‘dinner sometime’. She was so far out of his league that he would reach the nearest galaxy before he even got close to her league but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t use him for everything she could get. Slipping her work into the satchel the young woman strode out of her apartment. Money made the world go round and the world stopped for no one. No matter how much Shannon wished, she still had bills to pay. At least this outfit was pretty simple to tweak then she could go out and have some fun. She wouldn’t even have to go back home first.
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Posted: Mon Sep 24, 2018 7:33 am
Sloth Setting: Set around the first of September/last of August... before the theater event Wordcount: 566 The darkness was oddly quiet, the stillness of the park fit with the weather perfectly. It was still warm but there was a slight bite of fall to the air, a fog was starting to form and eddying slightly as it seeped from the ground. Shannon was alone, blessidly alone. Not a soul in sight and she was glad for that. She didn’t need to worry about how she looked or how she acted. She didn’t need to calculate her responses or try to figure out what the other person wanted. She could just enjoy the night. The dark and quiet park, crickets chirping in the distance. Her phone chirped at her, displaying the time and a text. Apparently someone was interested in a booty call… and that someone wasn’t her. She ignored the text and barely noticed that it was midnight, instead Shannon stretched out a bit more on the park bench. Her legs demure crossed at the ankles but sticking more than halfway out into the running path, her arms across the back of the bench practically claiming the whole thing as hers. Not that there was anyone else around to argue about such a move. It felt good to just sit here and relax. She let her head tip back until it hung over the back of the bench and all her silver eyes could see was the black void of the midnight sky. She might have been in a park, a haven of green, but she was still in the city. Not a speck of light could be seen that wasn’t man made. The trailing clouds were dimly lit from below but even that didn’t detract from the vastness of the dark. A distant blinking light marked a plane flying to who knew where, she didn’t care. It could have been a helicopter or a even further satellite, hell it could have even been an alien that was coming to take her away. Right at that very moment Shannon didn’t give a s**t. The idea of moving was repulsive. Shifting only to get more comfortable was the only way to go. No getting up, no talking to people, no dealing with anything… the best feeling of all time. If only she could stay like this. Just like this. The empty darkness, the warm air, the cooling mist, the cradling silence. It would be perfect. Even just sitting here like she owned the whole park was revitalizing her internal batteries. Maybe after she sat here for a while longer she would be up for a little fun, but for now it was just evil to even think of moving. Hell it was evil to even think. Shannon let her mind just drift like the wisps of fog that were slowly gaining ground in the park. Maybe she would disappear into the haze never to be seen again, like one of those syfy twilight zone stories that plagued the city. She of course knew that many of those who just faded away in the city were the results of the magical fight but that didn’t mean that she couldn’t just sit here and let the fog embrace her until she too became just another collection of water droplets. Of course none of that mattered right now. Nothing mattered right then. Movement was evil, thought was evil… silence, quiet, not quite napping… that's what mattered.
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Posted: Tue Feb 26, 2019 12:43 pm
Lust Setting: Mid Feb or around about there Wordcount: 672 “H-how long have you been standing there?” Shannon shrugged and finished making her way into the room, “For a while. It’s not like there is a class going on right now so just continue what you're doing.” The studio was situated like a typical dance studio except for a few very, very important differences… stripper poles. It was a classroom for the riskay exercise phenomenon that has started to really take off, Pole Fitness. It was basically pole dancing but without the leering men or the sexual intent behind it. It was fantastic core and upper-body strength building, emotionally cathartic, and highly liberating sexually. Shannon found that it helped her balance, coordination, kept her body toned, and to trust her body. She also has gotten a hell of a lot more flexible then when she was younger. It was like yoga, pilates, and a bunch of other stupid ‘girl fitness’ programs in one. The dusky skinned woman realized that the first female was just standing there, fingers tightly gripping the pole, confusion and uncertainty on her face. “What? Do I have something in my teeth?” The question came out a bit more snarky then she had intended but it got her point across. “I, um, how do…” The other woman stuttered to a stop. She had to be new since she still seemed so uncertain, almost embarrassed to be there. Shannon didn’t feel like helping out so she just tossed the brunette a look and started to stretch. “How do I act like that?” The woman spit out her question in one gasping breath, her pale face bright red. As tempting as it was for Shannon to tease the poor woman she didn’t, she just continued her stretches. “Like what?” she asked casually as she finished warming up. “How do I act like that?” The question still wasn’t very clear but Shannon understood what the woman was getting at. She was probably some poor housewife who wanted to draw her husband back to her rather than watching the prig pant after the secretary or some other younger girl. “You dance to seduce the watcher. You dance to please yourself. You dance to be in control.” To show her what she meant Shannon started to move to unheard music. She started off slowly, her eyes locked on the darker ones of the clueless woman, “find what you want to dance for and just dance.” She grinned and then really started to dance. She did floor work, smirking at the dazed look on the brunets face, but shifted to the pole when she saw they had an audience. One of the guys who came in every so often for their own thing had wandered over. He was standing in the doorway, eyes wide, as Shannon started polework. She caressed the golden metal. She hugged it and twirled around it. She climbed it and slid down it. Moving to silent music and watching her unintended audience. She danced for him, it didn’t hurt that he was a cutie, and the way he shifted slightly she knew she was getting to him. Shannon smirked and finished up her pole work before dancing slightly as she sashayed up to the woman who had asked her for help. “You dance because you can,” she murmured that to the woman’s ear when she leaned in. She could hear that the woman’s breathing was shallow and fast, she had been affected as well. Shannon couldn’t erase the grin from her face even if she was forced to. With her dance done, Shannon drifted towards the doorway and their little peeping tom. The guy ducked away but she spotted him in the hall where she drew him closer with a beckoning finger. “So… any pointers?” Her grin shifted more to a sultry smirk. “We can discuss them over lunch if you would like,” She propositioned him and snickered at his shocked look, like he had expected her to say something a bit more caustic. Maybe next time cutie, maybe next time.
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Posted: Fri May 31, 2019 4:19 pm
Wrath Setting: Set about a week or two before the beginning of the Witzend event. Wordcount: 724 Shannon checked herself in the hotel room’s bathroom mirror once more, there was only so much she could do with her limited supplies but the young woman who starred back at her didn’t look half bad. Her hair was on point, makeup minimal but flawless, only her dress showed some faint wear after a night parting in it. She wasn’t exactly ‘Church’ ready but she wouldn’t turn any heads, for the wrong reasons, when she left the hotel. Once she was happy with her appearance the dusky skinned woman sashayed into the bedroom and slipped on her strappy heels while eyeing her shirtless companion. “Good morning darling, I hope you got a bit of sleep last night,” She grinned at him and winked. He had been rather amusing, from the moment he hit on her at the club to the moment they had both fallen asleep exhausted a few hours before. He hadn’t been exactly been an adventurous lover but she hadn’t complained. Shannon had enjoyed herself that's all that really mattered. “I’m sorry to run out on you I would have loved a little breakfast in bed,” Her tone made it very clear that they wouldn’t have been ordering room service if she had her way, “But I really must be going. Places to go, people to see… you know how it is.” She gave him a kiss on the cheek, and a peek down her dress, before scooping up her purse. Shannon was more than halfway to the door, checking her bag for her keys, when she stopped and stared at the envelope that had been slipped in her little clutch. Ice filled her, a small part of her brain was surprised her fingers didn't break off as she lifted the envelope flap and revealed a stack of bills. Money that she knew damn well hadn’t been there earlier. Money she had a sneaking suspicion had been put there by her date for a reason that Shannon to serious offence too. Cold, so very cold. With no emotion beyond icy detachment the young woman fished the stuffed envelope and faced the man lounging on the bed. He had sat up at when she stopped moving but hadn’t gotten up yet, hell he likely didn’t even have underwear on yet if the sheet covering his lap was any indication. “What. Is. This?” Each word was bitten out, falling from her numb lips like chips of ice but that cold demeanor of hers rapidly melted when she saw the look he was giving her. It was very clear what the money was for and his face made that abundantly clear. The ice was gone only to be replaced with fire. “******** you!” With a hiss Shannon whipped the envelope towards the b*****d’s face, the money flinging out to flutter to the floor even as the empty envelope smacked the male in his bare chest. It damn near physically hurt for her to restrain herself from powering up and ripping out his starseed before crushing it in front of his lifeless eyes. Only an iron will, and the deep hatred of going to jail, kept her from doing it. “I’m no more a whore then you are a decent lover.” Head high, she swept out of the room, her parting words a counterpoint to the hotel room door slamming shut. She was fuming. If it wouldn’t draw unwanted attention he would never leave the room alive but as much as she wanted to kill him Shannon wasn’t willing to put up with the scrutiny. She would just have to live with it. Frustrated she slapped at the elevator only to let out a growling curse. She had no way of getting home. A second later, head even higher, she swept back into the room, snatched up a fifty from the cash still scattered about and was gone again, male laughter following her out. That laugh sealed his fate though. “Hey, It's me. Care to join me for a business lunch, or possibly dinner? Give me a call when you get this,” Shannon stepped into the elevator and grinned as she hung up the phone. “Lets see who gets the last laugh, b*****d.” She couldn’t kill him right now but nothing prevented her from doing it later… and with help to make it painful as possible.
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Posted: Fri May 31, 2019 4:22 pm
Greed Setting: During Witzend event, towards the end/Current Wordcount: 694 Shannon yawned and stretched leisurely on the crisp sheets of the hotel room bed. Her hotel room bed. The room she had been ‘living’ in for the past little bit. This little mission of General Labyrinthite’s was lasting longer then she had expected but it wasn’t too much of a big deal. With permission she had been keeping up with the freelance jobs that worked with her current location, not too many sadly but enough to keep her in her contact’s minds. She had her blog too, that was honestly one of her main contributors to her bank account. So staying in this posh hotel wasn’t too much of a inconvenance for her, honestly the worst thing about it was the lack of male company but even that was a minor problem. One she could fix if she really wanted to. Maybe later, but right now she was just enjoying the peace and quiet. There was going to be a big push soon so she wanted to relax while there was still time. A soft knock on the door had the curvy woman sit up and frown only to bounce off the bed when a crisp british accent announced, ‘housekeeping’. Shannon opened the door in the surprised woman’s face, the hotel uniform meant that the lady really was housekeeping. A few words were exchanged, some new towles handed over, and a nod of understanding, and Shannon was closing the door this time with the ‘Do Not Disturb’ placard on the door handle. The cleaning lady would be back in a while, when Shannon finally worked up the urge to actually do her ‘job’. She yawned again and lazed about on the fluffy mattress, her mind wandering until a thought came to her like an electric zap. Shannon sat up with a gasp and excitedly studied the room. Silver eyes swept over everything, from the work table with her laptop and various papers scattered about, to the generic paintings on the walls. Her mind spun and questioned even as she got to her feet and drifted over to the desk. A little bit of digging had her coming up with a notepad that was quickly shuffled open to a blank page. A bit more digging and a few curses had her coming up with a pencil which was rapidly put to use. At first she wrote in paragraph form but it wasn’t too long before she was listing stuff. Item after item was added to the lined page before she came to a stop once more. “The question is… Can it be done?” Shannon asked out loud as she tapped the page with the end of the pencil. If it was a viable operation then it would be a lucrative one. If it could be done properly that is. She honestly needed to discuss this with someone who had a lot more knowledge of the negaverse and everything it was capable of. As tempting as it was to discuss her idea with any one of the more experienced officers that were currently in Witzend with her Shannon knew that that was a bad idea. Not because they would steer her wrong but they just might steal her idea, something she would detest. A glance at the clock proved it to be too late in the States to call her own General so she was on her own for now. With a sigh the woman took her notes and stashed them away. She would bring it up to Beni the next time she touched base with the diminutive little blond, likely within the week so she wouldn’t be waiting too long. And while she was waiting she could work on the idea a bit more. Yes… yes, that was a good plan. A rather devious smile bloomed on her face. This called for a celebration, or at least a drink. Without wasting any more time the woman straightened her outfit, checked her appearance, and strolled out of the room like she owned the world. Pausing only once to take the housekeeping tag off the door handle. She couldn’t wait to get back to Destiny City now.
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Posted: Tue Aug 30, 2022 4:47 pm
Gluttony Setting: Current give or take a day Wordcount: 579 The throb of the music made hearing all but shouted conversations pointless but she was just fine with that. Shannon lounged there, her silvery eyes taking in the ebb and flow of the dance floor, and took a sip of the stupidly expensive champagne. The VIP lounge was offset from the rest of the club, a railing blocking it off from the common folk, with plush seating, bottle service, and even offered free nibbles of fancy fruits and cheeses. So what exactly was she doing there? Why enjoying herself of course! Shannon couldn’t afford to be relaxing where she was if she wasn't currently sitting with a rather handsome, and rich, if priggish, but rich man. He was talking, bragging really, about his job. His cars. His house. His large, large bank account. He was trying to impress her but she just nodded and smiled, even as she allowed her gaze to drift over the surprisingly large crowd in the VIP area. There were more people there that were much more interesting for her but it was quite sad to leave her current beverage lackey right now. Especially since the champagne was just divine. He wasn’t bad to look at really, just boring. Shannon even briefly thought of letting him talk her into going somewhere more private but she was more interested in the drink, the food, and the feel of weath that the VIP area exuded. She felt quite at home there, as if it was her due, even though she couldn’t afford it on her own. Her ‘date’ was actually the third man who had slid into the seats next to her after the first guy got dragged away by his girl after he had invited her to the area after hitting on her while on the dance floor, the second got a text from someone… likely his wife, but when this guy slid into the empty seat before it even got cold she didn’t care. Especially since he upgraded her house wine that the last guy paid for with champagne. As long as he was eye candy and kept her plied with nice bubbly and yummy finger snacks, he could have twelve mistresses, Shanon wouldn’t give two thoughts about it. She giggled at the thought, making him beam since he had thought he had said something particularly funny, and finished off yet another glass. She flashed him a bright grin when he leaned over and filled her glass up again, she even indulged him when he tried to feed her a chocolate covered strawberry. A hum of appreciation soon had him doing it again, a cracker and some cheese this time. This repeated several times. She would drink, he would feed her, she would give him a pleased sound, and they would go around again. When the bottle ran out another was opened, with her clapping in not quite feigned pleasure. He really knew how to treat a lady. The drinks flowed, as did the food but mostly the drink, and before Shannon really noticed she was quite drunk. Not black out mind you, just more uninhibited then normal, and that was saying something for her. But that's ok because the night was still young and who said the rich man was boring… her? Ah well. He had money. He was cute…. Cute enough. As long as he kept her company she didn’t mind him. Not at all. Here is to another glass! Cheers!
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Posted: Mon May 27, 2024 3:53 pm
Diligence Setting: Sunday at her apartment Wordcount: 571 She sat there looking at the cursor as it blinked on a blank screen. She had a job to do but no words were coming. A writer's block. A whole city's worth of writer’s block. “How hard is it to write a freaking article,” Shannon scolded herself even as she stayed where she was, not moving to pick up the task of spinning out a tale of travel and wonder. Her gaze wandered and landed on the jewelry display that was hanging on her wall. All the costume pieces, glass and plastic alike, plated gold and silver, and there, hidden amongst the ‘toy’ gems were a few real pieces. But the one that stood out the most was a simple ribbon with a metal attached to it. A purple ribbon and bronze metal. A memento of her late grandfather, something Shannon would have sworn was lost many years ago. “Gramps, what would you write?” She muttered quietly before sighing. Honestly she knew exactly what the crotchety old b*****d would say, if he didn’t just grunt. He would say something along the lines of ‘kids these days need to get off their asses and figure out what a real day of hard work is’. He had just been a fount of ‘wisdom’ like that. Always reminding her how much her mother disappointed him, how she was going to grow up to be better. Talking all kinds of s**t. None of it was something a young girl wanted to hear from her grandfather. Granted that was only when he had drunk a bit too much. Most of the time he just grunted or sighed, he never really spoke unless there was a game on or he had a drink in his hand. He hadn’t been much of a parental figure but he was all she had. Especially after her grandmother passed away. As soon as Shannon was old enough she skipped town and ran as far and as fast as she could. She thought she would be free from the small town, and the small minds that filled the town, but even as she settled down into a big city her grandfather would call her on Sunday, like clockwork. They didn’t say much. He mostly asked how her week went and reminded her to pay her bills. That first Sunday after he died… she had waited all day for the call that never came. Sometimes she still sat around on Sunday’s, like today, and absently reached for the phone whenever it rang, ready to answer it and hear his grunting hello on the other end. Not like anyone ever called anymore. Most people text now. It was faster and more efficient. Shannon’s thought process was ruined when her phone actually started to buzz on her table. With more than a touch of fright, and a surprising amount of hope, the woman picked up the phone and noted that the caller ID had no clue who’s number it was. She answered it professionally but quietly breathed out a sigh when a telemarketer started to rattle off their spiel. Rather than hang up she actually indulged for a moment, oddly craving the vocal communication right then. After a while she ended the call and turned back to her computer, the writer’s block was still there but so was one of her grandfather’s favorite sayings, ‘You can’t finish if you don’t start.’
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