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 Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2011 3:13 am
Kingdom: Humility
Rank: 1st Princess Prostitute
Location: Lunch--> Vincent's Home --> Lincoln's Abode "To be humble to superiors is duty, to equals courtesy, to inferiors nobleness..." 
Her friend was similar, if not better, in each aspect, except that she was far taller. Naedira would by lying to say, that she wasn’t jealous of the other woman’s height…But she compensated with some of the highest heels she could manage. Most men chose Naedira because if painted correctly, she looked like a doll…Or far younger than she truly was.
Corrine was chosen, because she could easily fit the part of a diplomat’s consort—Or dine with politicians without suspicion. Her makeup was always excellent, never too much. Most friends of men she accompanied would likely never know her true occupation unless she wanted them to.
But Vincent had paid for two very different things—Both equally stunning…But each with a mind, a will and a desire of their own.
He may come to regret that, when he was too spent to crawl from bed the following morning.
Nae remained with Corrine when transportation was arranged…They hadn’t counted on having to take two extra passengers back with them. She whispered small things to the lovely woman, complimenting them with titillating giggles so none of the guards would feel the need to listen closer. Vincent was kind—Kinder than most. It almost made one forget for a time that he was a customer that had paid for a service… Not the man that he was, as he stood before them. He still had his…Rules. Little things, that kept him happy.
The little heroin addict very much wanted Vincent to like Corrine… Like her enough, that perhaps he might take her on when he felt whimsical… Why? Because the money was good, and the client non-violent. And while Corrine pulled in her fair share…The money from Vincent was…Really, really good. Good enough, that she could take a whole night off of the floor if it was slow-- And still afford her costly habit. The trouble was often finding it.
They went through the brunch without a hitch—The perfect, adoring dates to the Sinful Don. She’d only had one surprise, and it was the hand of one of Vincent’s family members that had fallen to her lower leg. At first, she’d thought it her client until she realized it was coming from the wrong way. Gently, she pushed it from her, curling towards Vincent while she delicately sipped the red wine provided—Glancing at her sister in crime meaningfully…A warning that she’d forgotten. Willing her to understand.
‘He does not like to share his things...’
Some clients didn’t care…They were whores—Meant to be town doorknobs…But she could easily see Vincent losing the almost unrealistic cool he constantly held about him… Even if it were family, he would view it as disrespectful, on one, or both their parts.
As they found out later, he did indeed hate sharing his things—Except, with each other.
That was interesting. Not that she hadn’t experienced it before—But not with the female portion being someone she thought a friend…Corrine was one of the few women in the Skin House that she could bond with. Her… Father/Owner/Brother relationship with Trey made other girls cranky…But in this instance, having a friend along made it both easier, and more difficult…Truth be told, she was simply glad to spend time with her.
And glad to be using said time—To thoroughly please a very good friend.
‘A very good client.’, she mentally corrected herself, giggling softly as she once again stole the clove cigarette from Vincent with guileless, innocent eyes…Knowing full well that the things they’d all done together made her anything but the angelic picture she seemed able to create amongst white satin sheets—Half twined with another woman.
It was a good early afternoon.
Later on she grew a little nervous…Going to see Vincent’s workers was something she was never sure wasn’t going to end up bloody. He seemed to try and keep the…Violence a minimum around her. For some reason… Violence wounded her. Extreme, bloody violence made something deep inside of her want to cry. Not cry, the way a hysterical woman would…But simply to weep. She’d learned early in life to keep a straight face, no matter the situation… So that never happened.
But she would dream of it later. It would haunt her.
Sighing briefly, she turned her head and rest her cheek against Vincent’s shoulder with a soft smile, still feeling the gentle—Hazy sweetness of their after lunch activities. Her soft fingers played absentmindedly with the rings that he wore on the hand that was ever-wrapped around her waist…They were large, and probably worth more than she could ever fathom. “You truly are a busy man…”
“It’s a wonder you aren’t late to every appointment.”, Naedira spoke up teasingly, knowing that it would ruffle his feathers to be reminded of such an innocuous sleight...He was cute, when his brow scrunched and his lips thinned... He truly did hate to be late.
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2011 3:41 pm
Sleight of Fortune Casino, Wishing I was anywhere else.
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Virtue Mafia Soldato |I am the son and heir.
Of nothing in particular.|
Ryan should have expected James would take his unanswered question the way he did but of course like usual he hadn't/ Now James thought he wanted to borrow more money which wasn't true. Upon arriving at the casino the man even went as far as to threaten to shoot him in the foot if Ryan even thought about gambling. The threat sounded real enough that Ryan thought it would be carried out if he did gamble. Therefore gambling was the last thing on his mind currently. Though it did struggle for his attention.
Worst yet Lilith seemed to take the opportunity to offer to lend him some money in exchange for helping her out. Somehow Ryan didn't think that would be nice. Still he gave the woman a nod to show that he had her offer in mind and would think it over. He probably wouldn't take her up on the offer but it was still nice that she was nice enough to offer. Well nice enough or opportunistic enough he supposed. Either way there was someone else he could borrow money from if he needed to.
Altonair led the way to his office and quickly refuted the offer again. Honestly Ryan had expected it. Soon they would either have to stop trying or up their methods of persuading. He could think of a couple of ways that could help persuade Altonair but didn't speak. James did a very admirable job of making it sound like the best deal in the world though Altonair didn't seem interested. Ryan couldn't really blame the man. If Ryan owned this place and wasn't affiliated with the Mafia he probably wouldn't want them involved either.
Standing still and trying his best to look the part he was expected to look Ryan watched and waited to see how Altonair would react. It seemed his intention was to turn them down again. Looking sideways to Lilith she seemed to be messing around with her phone. Watching her for a moment he turned back forward just as his phone went off. His eyes widened as the familiar ring tone for a text message rang from his pocket. Thankfully it was somewhat muffled but still he didn't want to think of the kind of trouble he would be in if he didn't do something about it immediately.
Reaching in his pocket he fumbled around for his phone until he grasped it firmly and hit the okay button stopping the ring tone. Sending an apologetic look towards James he quickly retrieved the phone and looked at the message. Eyes briefly went to Lilith before he quickly typed out a reply. 'Uh sure I guess. Might want to wait till the meeting is over.' Sending it and then putting the phone on vibrate he sent one more apologetic look to James before returning the object to his pocket.
Oh he was going to be in sooo much trouble for that. Honestly he had forgot about his phone. His mind was too preoccupied with trying to avoid gambling and therefore save his foot. It was the reason he was willing to leave with Lilith instead of sticking around. He wasn't sure he had enough willpower to resist if he remained in the building much longer.
|I am human and I need to be loved.
Just like everybody else does.|
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2011 4:12 pm
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Sleight of Fortune, Ready to leave whenever.
Rank - Blackjack Dealer
Richard elicited a smile out of Maelona with his comment and he took note of how genuine and pleasant it looked. At her words he let out a chuckle and a slight shrug as he gave her a look that was him trying to be mysterious and intentionally failing miserably. "Do I now? And how do you know you aren't simply a very special lady?" Smiling afterwards he let out another chuckle. "I'll admit it I do say that to all the pretty ladies. Doesn't make you any less special however doll." She hopped off the counter and began adjusting her dress causing Richard to let his eyes move to the door as if he expected somebody to come through at any moment.
She spoke again in mock shock and as she mentioned not understanding why somebody would not want to tip the person taking their money. Letting out a dramatic sigh Richard shrugged. "I know it's such a dreadful thing really. I guess my job just isn't as illustrious as yours." Grinning at Maelona as she retrieved her heels and set about putting them on he listened to her mentioning him trying waitressing. Putting a finger to his chin he looked up in a mock thoughtful look. "I bet I would do well waitressing. Though I don't know about having guys liking me to wait on them. I don't I would enjoy the smacks on the rear to much."
An eyebrow raised towards his hairline as Maelona mentioned there being other ways of getting extra cash without relying on a paycheck. The way it sounded very obvious causing Richard to stifle a laugh. Thankfully she could see how it came out and laughed as well stating exactly what he was thinking. Letting mock shock appear across his face in response he took on a disbelieving tone. "Oh whatever do you mean? That did sound at all wrong." Clearly he was being sarcastic.
She shrugged at his offer and said she was fine with it and dinner as long as he could handle leaving early. As she teased she poked his chest lightly and he shrugged. "I might have to cut back on the caviar for a week but I suppose I would be fine with it. Whenever you are ready doll." Maelona grinned at his comment of it just being friends and then mentioned Altonair causing Richard to shrug in earnest. "I dunno. The mafia visiting is never good for his mood. Poor guy. I am just glad I don't have to deal with the mafia. They are like vultures." Not to mention if they took over his skimming days would probably be over. He didn't want to get killed for doing that after all. So hopefully Altonair held strong and kept refusing them.
Now that the world isn't ending.
It's love that I'm sending to you.
It isn't the love of a hero.
And that's why I fear it won't do.
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2011 9:23 pm
 Kingdom and Title:Wrath; Heir --> Lincoln Serafino; Sinful Soldato
Location/Situation: pleasant meal, then a nice beating to aid the digestion, then a newfound reason for some hearburnI was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow.
- William Blake It had certainly been an interesting few hours, to say the least.
Lincoln had worried that Evony needed to hurry to get to where she needed to go, but the girl was either swayed by the promise of food or the chance to avoid her difficult duties a little bit longer, and she agreed to the man's offer that they stay and eat. He was not one of the regulars there, but the maitre 'd had taken notice of his suit and sat them at a private room in the back. It didn't occur to the soldato why in particular, as a part of him felt used to being treated with respect (the Masterson part, which minute by minute seeped as drops into the Serafino personality, too slow to be noticed otherwise). Content with their seating arrangements, he ordered a lamb dish, and a fine wine for himself. He gave Evony a few suggestions on somethings she might enjoy, but let her make the decision for herself, finding it somewhat charming how she hesitated and corrected herself a few times before deciding on one thing.
They ate with a a moderate speed, not saying much. Lincoln observed how the girl ate with dainty bites, and though she misused some of the silverware, she did so with a polite grace, never clinking onto her plate, or making anything akin to a mess. Again he wondered at her background, and enjoyed the rest of their meal in general silence despite wanting to have used it as an attempt to find out more about the little runner. He answered her questions as she asked though, falling prey to his habit of not giving too much information. It was enough of a habit by now that it would not have seemed too much out of the ordinary.
When their desert came, the soldato smiled at his companion when she accidentally smudged some of the frosting onto her nose. He handed her his still clean napkin to wipe it off, seeming to be in a rather good mood. They were leaving the restaurant in good spirits when Lincoln caught sight of the man who'd been following them, as he suddenly darted back into the alley he'd come out of, camera out in the open. Trying not to look suspicious, Lincoln pulled a few bills out of his wallet and handed them to Evony. "Do me a favor and get me a pack of my cigarettes Evony, perhaps that store there." He pointed to a corner store at the intersection, waving her off slightly with only the slightest change in demeanor. He stood with hands in his pockets until she had safely crossed the street and entered the store, then turned to walk briskly into the small alley, pulling on his gloves once more. He knew he had some time because there was only a very small chance that they would sell them to her instantly. What he was betting on was that the cashier would try to follow the law, Evony would not budge regardless, until she got what she was asked to get, and the whole procedure would give him at least 10 minutes. Possibly more, but that wasn't necessary. Lincoln was perhaps a little new at being at an official soldato, but more than a professional when it came to hurting people. It was one of the reasons he'd been promoted, after all.
The well-dressed blond went into the alleyway, and got to asking questions of the trapped man. He was not an expert as others when it came to a real interrogation, but he was given the man's notes and camera within two minutes of breaking his nose and his left elbow. The man, who did admit to being an 'innocent' detective, wouldn't fess up to who his client was. However Lincoln lost all patience when he scanned the pictures on the camera and realized just what they were implying. Barely having enough control to put the digital camera in a pocket, he proceeded to then completely lose it as he beat the man into the ground.
A few minutes later, he waited until he didn't see anyone around, and shoved the body in the trunk of his car, slamming it down after warning the half-comatose detective to keep quiet. He had slipped off his gloves in the back (the leather was now slick with blood though hard to see because they were black), and went to sit in the driver's seat, making sure his collar was straight and there were no blood splatters marking him. It seemed it was a near miss of timing as Evony soon got in next to him. He had no worry that he had been seen by her, his mind busy going over what he was being accused of, by someone he would find eventually. "Thank you Evony," he said as he distractedly took the small bag she offered and set it in the middle console, quickly forgotten. He asked her where she needed to go and headed there, not being very attentive of his passenger. He was too preoccupied as to trying to figure out who had hired the fool in the trunk, as well as planning in detail what he would do to them when he found out their identity. It was something that would have to be later discussed with the boss though, reluctant as he was about it. Who knew how long the PI had been following him, and what he'd seen and recorded, much less shared with someone else. It would not be a pleasant meeting with Wolfram, that was for sure, but it would have to be done.
It seemed his silence, much more intense than normal, got Evony talking to him in that way she did, like a little bird chirping. Of course, his continued silence seemed to unnerve her, and she kept interrupting and adding to what she was saying, as if trying to get him to reply. In her long spiel that included more than a handful of subjects, one in particular caught Lincoln's ear and he actually turned to clarify what she had said. "Smaller shipment? Just how much smaller?" Since he was driving, he could not keep his gaze on her, but it was more than likely she'd seen he was pissed. It wasn't like him to be so expressive, but this was certainly becoming a rather bad day. "Nevermind, I'll talk to him myself."
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Upon arriving at Claus' apartment, Lincoln had told Evony to lead the way, and stayed out of sight until the dealer had opened the door for her. While it was closing behind the runner, Lincoln had shoved it open, not caring one whit if it smacked Revelle in the face. He closed it after himself, looking around to make sure it was just the three of them. Satisfied, he took a long, harsh, and judgmental look at the dealer. He had an interesting fashion style, not one he would have assumed would fit one of his profession, and there on the ground nearby was a mask. A rabbit mask, just as he had heard the man liked to wear. Lincoln considered it weird, but he did understand that someone like Claus did not have as good connections as he. Were Lincoln to get in trouble, it wouldn't take much for his capo to get him out of it. Take Revelle in for questioning, and the mafia would deny any association with him, leaving him to rot (unless he ratted them out, but then the dealer would not be very happy to see them coming for him). Not that the dealer would be too happy to see him either. They'd had conversations here and there before, as they were each other's connections, but nothing very long-lasting.
"I hear your supplies ran low this time around, Mr. Revelle. What happened?" Lincoln would give him leave to explain himself, not wanting to have to hurt him if he didn't have to. In the past, Evony had spoken fondly of the man, and for her sake, he hoped he had a good excuse, or a solution to this mess. But even if the dealer had another stash to compensate, Wolfram would have to be told about this, but at least then he probably wouldn't ask for Revelle's head. "This needs to be remedied quickly, Mr. Revelle. I'll be coming back later tonight and you'd better have some good news for me." It was more of a chance than he should allow him. If things weren't going to work out, then that gave the dealer a few hours to get his stuff and get the hell out of Dodge, away from not only Lincoln's wrath, but that of Wolfram as well. Wolfram would not be pleased at all that he got away without recompense, but at least Revelle was easily replaceable. That might grant Lincoln a little bit of lenience, considering he was sure he was going to be stirring a hornet's nest when he admitted he was being tracked for an unknown amount of time. Goodbye soldato-position, probably, if not a few fingers as well. But he was good at his job, so perhaps that might save him, and get him a second chance. "Good day Evony, I will see you later." The mafioso paused, having a peculiar urge to bow to the little runner. But it was such an odd idea that he merely gave her a nod and turned to leave. He had intended to get the other runner kids to leave her alone, but it would have to wait. He needed to speak with Wolfram soon.
***
Lincoln took the stairs two at a time as he went up to his floor, having wanted to take a quick shower and change his clothing before asking to speak with the boss. His day suddenly plummeted into new depths of crap-luck when he entered the main hallway and saw standing there, none other than Vincent Wolfram. Scheisse went the curse in his head, sounding both familiar but accented strangely somehow, though now was not the time to be distracted. Having kept his expression of surprise mostly hidden, he straightened his tie as he approached the boss and the two women with him. "Sir, I apologize to keep you waiting." There was no need to excuse himself, this was a sudden visit (from the BOSS) to his home (his only safe haven), while he was probably sweaty and a bit unkempt (why was that a familiar sensation?), and had twice the bad news anyone should have to give the man who commanded more death than a chef cracked eggs (SO damn screwed right now). He dropped his eyes for a second respectfully, inwardly feeling a bizarre ire at his own subservience. It was quickly forgotten as he moved closer to unlock his door and felt his hip press against a softer one. Taking a quick glance, he was grateful it hadn't been against Naedira, who Wolfram enjoyed keeping around, flaunting her at any number of functions and events, or even just wanting some special treatment at home instead of the brothel. The women was just as gorgeous though, with smoky green eyes that called to him a way that just didn't make sense. He didn't want her, did he? Her beauty was breathtaking now that he got a better look at her, and her outfit showed off her body beautifully. But somehow, in some manner that logically and rationally made no sense, she reminded him of Evony, interrupting that suicidal train of thought. Reminded of the bitter news he had to share, he looked away and opened the door fully for them. "Please, make yourself at home, sir." It wouldn't do to speak to the women unless Wolfram made it seem all right, as they were his property, after all.
"Shall I make you a drink sir?" The blond asked as he closed the door after following them in. He certainly hoped so, needing something himself right about now. His place had its good points, not the least being the view from the large glass windows, but his decorum was minimal, with only a few things that, if anything, actually seemed to make the place feel colder, matching the soldato's general attitude. He was not frightened to have this mighty lion in his home, but he was on edge, and would be cautious. At least the girls were there, and perhaps they might serve as a distraction when he told the boss what was going on. If it was permitted of course. "I was planning on heading up to Gramercy later, to ask for a meeting with you. There have been some... problems, sir." Staring Wolfram in the eyes as few dared to do, it would be obvious of what nature of matter he was talking about. Sport begets tumultuous strife and wrath,
and wrath begets fierce quarrels and war to the death.
- HoraceThe Oneiric Oracle's Conclusion: Got permission to automove Evony, and hopefully didn't go too far with interactions with other characters. Please tell me if you'd like me to redo something!
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2011 8:44 pm
 Corrine Brooke Masterson Kingdom: Wrath || New York City ✩ Rank: Arch Duchess || Prostitute ✩ Location: Skin || Lincoln's Apartment ✩ Shown Off  Corrine did not flinch in the slightest as her new client's eyes swept over her frame several times. She was used to such a gaze - assessing whether his money was well-spent or not - it always was. True, she hated the idea of being viewed as only a piece of meat, but at the same time she understood the importance of his patronage to Skin. If she wanted to keep her job (and she did, so she wouldn't be back out on the streets), she'd do whatever he asked of her. Nae introduced the two of them, Corrine smiling as he asked her to call him Vincent. It seemed that the meeting was going well, the brunette taking notice of her female companion's small look of relief when he hadn't asked for his money back or something like that.
"As you wish. I mean, I'll call you whatever you like, Vincent," she responded with a hint of seduction in her voice, smokey green eyes descending him his face for just a moment as one hand moved up her thigh to rest on her hip. As he turned to Trey, the brunette's eyes moved over to her fellow employee, giving her a quick wink and devilish smile. His hands closed around their waists, also a grip she was more than familiar with when she was taken out for the night as an escort, her body turning slightly towards him, hand slinking up his bicep to trace the hairline on the back of his neck. They then exited the floor area, heading towards the back entrance where transportation was waiting for them. She had no idea what was in store for her, but considering it was a man with a wad of cash burning a hole in his pocket, and two of Skin's sexiest employees on his arm, she had a small suspicion as to where the afternoon may lead. It was a good thing she was comfortable with Nae, or else this could get very awkward should things take that turn.
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Their first stop was an elegant restaurant - one that she had only been to a handful of times when some of her more wealthy clients got their bonuses at the end of the year. It was clear that it was some sort of family gathering, Corrine immediately falling into the comfortable rhythm of polite conversation, laughing at jokes whether they were funny or not, and allowing Vincent's hands to wander over her under the table. She politely raised her glass at the appropriate moment for the toast, thanking others for the meal as they were excused from the gathering. Social situations like this were her specialty - there was a reason her big money came from overnight engagements as an escort as opposed to customers coming to her room at the brothel. Only once did she catch a glance from Nae her eyes narrowing slightly as she took notice of her removing something from her lap under the table with the grace Skin girls were known for. It all kind of clicked together - they were here for Vincent, and no one else. That was certainly good to know.
From there, the trio made their way to a beautiful home in Gramercy Park. Of course, the brunette was not naive enough to think they were going to have a tea party. Men don't pay that kind of money for two women just for the company and intellectual stimulation. It took a lot to make Corrine uncomfortable, especially considering the business they were in, but she was glad that of all the people she could have to share a man with, it was Nae. The girls worked well off of one another, and Corrine was particularly careful to watch the girl to make sure she did things their client would like while at the same time trying not to ruin his apparent like for her by showing just what a klutz she could really be. It was always a fine line with new clients - if she accidentally broke something in her…vigor, some took it better than others.
When they were done, her exposed skin from underneath white satin sheets glistening with a thin layer of sweat, Corrine did as she was told when they were instructed to get ready to go somewhere else. Despite everything they had just done, it was amazing how quickly the girls could make themselves presentable in public once more - albeit, a little shakier in the knees. Her grip on Vincent was a little tighter, though whether he could tell it was because she was a little more nervous to walk in heels, or just the intimacy that came after their afternoon activities, she had no idea. Hopefully, he would think it the latter - men tended to find that much more attractive than a prostitute that had trouble in heels.
When they arrived at another residence the brunette cast a sideways glance towards Nae when the arm around her slipped away for a moment to knock on the door. As soon as he replaced it around her waist, she pressed her curves towards him for the briefest moment, offering him a sensual smile. He winked at her, giving her a gentle squeeze, Corrine looking up towards him from underneath smoky, dark eyelashes, her hand gently gliding over his chest as she turned her attention to the door, waiting to see who would answer. While Nae was comfortable enough to make small quips in his direction about being late, Corrine felt it better to simply remain quiet for the time being, allowing her body language to speak louder than her lips.
The sound of someone else in the hallway approaching caused her attention to be drawn away from her client for a moment, eyes landing on a blonde man apologizing for keeping them waiting. She offered him a small smile, though it never really cracked her stoic pose, attention following him as he moved forward to let them into the apartment. She felt his hip press against hers for the moment, instinctively stepping slightly closer to Vincent in hopes of withdrawing the boy from any mistaken perceptions her client may have at the contact. His eyes seemed to be lingering on her longer than she thought was really necessary, Corrine clearing her throat and motioning towards the lock with her eyes in hopes of sparing him. She was really trying - for some reason she didn't want him to get in any sort of trouble, especially if this was his boss. Thankfully, whether it was in response to her silent prodding or not, he opened the door, motioning for them to enter. She did not move until she felt the arm around her waist start to nudge her in that direction, following Vincent's lead.
It was apparent that business-talk was going to be the focus of this little meeting, the brunette glancing towards Vincent to see if he would take the man up on his drink offer - if he did, then it would be appropriate for Corrine to ask for something for herself. And, if this was going to be a business meeting, then lord knows she could use a martini to make her stomach stop doing flip flops - why was she so nervous for the young man at the mercy of the man with his arm around her waist? For some unexplained reason, she just did not want to see him get himself into trouble. If needed, she'd have to run some defense for him, distracting the man on her waist that clearly had a love for physical contact. ((Oodles Of Carrots: I am so sorry - this post is kind of atrocious. Hope it moves things along a little bit though! )
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 5:00 pm
Ɉϕɧɳ Ӎiҫɧɑϵɭ Gɍϵϵɳϵ Kingdom: Fortitude Um, with the artists I guess? Rank: Prince Ex-Asylum Patient! Location: Somewhere in New York City…With Tyler and Kirkis, What to do now? White walls surround us
As we sleep among the dead ((Hope this is ok with you both. If you want to change locations, let me know.)) Everyone was allowed to have their own opinions. While John was fond of Monet and Vincent Van Gogh, it seemed Kirkis was fond of Botticelli instead. “That is the Renaissance Artist that did Primavera and The Birth of Venus, right? His work is admirable.” Admittedly, the Renaissance artists like Botticelli, Leonardo Da Vinci, and Raphael were great artists. However, his preference for Impressionism was not based off the fact any of the other periods of art were bad. In fact, John tended to like most art periods. Of course there were some John didn’t exactly care for. But, art was art. Though, there was just something about the way Impressionists did their brushstrokes, and their subject matter that made John like that period more. Admittedly, he emulated that period in his own artwork. Thinking about his artwork caused a brief frown formed on his face. How long has it been since…since I’ve been able to paint? Feels like ages since I’ve been able to pick up a paintbrush and express the images within my mind unto a blank canvas…Luckily, a voice caused him to turn his head, his thoughts silenced for the time being.
“You…haven’t been to a museum in ages?” Eyes blinked as he grinned at Tyler. “You have been deprived of something my friend! Museums are worth more visits than once in your lifetime!” He knew they were not friends. But, it was John’s friendly pet name for people that he liked. In this case, both Tyler and Kirkis were in the like category. Then again, the artist rarely disliked anyone. “While it is true museums aren’t for everyone…I can’t help but think they are amazing. In my mind, to be able to appreciate the great masters of Art…” A grin formed on his face at this. Yep, John seriously loved art. “Now that is good time well spent!” Then, as if Kirkis was thinking on similar lines, he suggested they go to a museum. But after that, the older gentlemen went on to suggest going to a park. Admittedly, either idea sounded good to John. As long as I can go wherever I want, I don’t give a damn where I am. Being trapped in an asylum kind of does that to you though…However, before he could voice his opinion, Kirkis kept on going with his talk. Not that John minded. It just meant his reply would come later.
The idea of not getting out much due to work sounded depressing to the artist. But, to someone that aspired to be a landscape painter, being stuck inside was horrible. Landscapes weren’t painted by sitting around in a studio. They were painted outside where the artist could feel the breeze in their hair, feel the warmth of the sun against their skin, and see with their own eyes the things they wanted to show others. However, not all work could be done outdoors. Thus, while he felt sorry for Kirkis, he knew someone had to do the indoor work. Though, as he continued on about his work, something about the last names stuck a strange bell in his head. At least, the Gavini last name did. Silver blues orbs shimmered with confusion as he looked at the older gentlemen. “Ga..vini?” It was whispered softly, as if the artist had been thinking out loud. Strangely, John felt like he had encountered that last name before. But, John knew he had never met someone with the last name of Gavini before. So, why do I feel like I have? He shook his head, not knowing his angel was remembering the two Gavini’s he had encountered.
As Kirkis continued to talk, John looked briefly over at Tyler. Something about the male beside him too felt familiar. He couldn’t quite place it, but he felt like he had encountered Tyler before. However, the name this boy had didn’t fit the male the sealed side recognized. “Why are you calling yourself such a name, Tao? It sounds so silly on you.” Luckily, the artist had kept himself from saying that out loud. What…that hell? He shook his head as he looked at Kirkis, catching the bit about being off work and such. A small chuckle left his lips while smiling at the older man. “I think they just don’t realize that the older one gets, the wiser one gets.” The artist had teased the idea of adding in there how sometimes older meant getting more senile. But, with the man before him already having memory lapses, the artist felt that would be adding salt to the wound. Thus, John kept that to himself. Besides, no need to point out to him he isn’t right in the head…It would probably only hurt him…or he would just forget it…One or the other…
Then, the older gentlemen suggested they do whatever they wanted. He chuckled a little at that. Since when have I been given the freedom to do whatever I wanted? Even before getting sent to the asylum, he didn’t ever feel free. His adopted parents always watched his every move like a hawk. Not only that, but he was chained by his obligation to become the Heir of the business. At least, that was what he thought until he was put into a catatonic state. But, those kind of thoughts were for another time. For now, it was time for the artist to focus on his companions. “I kind of like the park idea myself. If we have enough time after that, I say we hit up an art museum.” He waited for any yays or naws to his idea as the older gentlemen paid for their meal.
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It seemed the other two had agreed to go to the park. After all, who wouldn’t want to go there on a nice day like this? While it might have been a bit risky for him to get out like this, John felt he needed this little bit of freedom. Because once I disappear…I won’t be able to come back up to the surface until the coast is clear. However, John had no idea the police hadn’t been informed of his escape. That only the immediate staff at the asylum even knew that he was gone. Even, that in some ways, John might actually already be safe and sound. But, since he didn’t know this, he kept the beanie over his hair. Though, out of guilty pleasure, he kept the sunglasses off. The only times John put it on was when the sun’s rays were glaring at him. That way, John would be able to see the sereneness of the park around them. The people relaxing and admiring the scenery was enough to ease any tension inside of his soul. Then again, that was the one good thing about the angel and the artist having this love in common. They definitely wouldn’t conflict over this choice of venue. “See? This was a great idea!”
John clapped his hands together and turned around to face them. “After all, if we get hungry again, we can just hit up one of those hot dog stands.” His finger pointed to one of them before his hand came back to rest against his other. “But enough about food! What do you two want to do?” The artist felt there were a thousand different possibilities to do in a park. However, John had feeling that not everyone might think that way. Thus, he waited as his mind felt on an emotional high, one he wished never to come down from ever. We can chase the dark together
As the sky returns to grey
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 5:10 pm
Amarenth Soren Hyuga Kingdom: Envy The Virtue Mafia
Rank: Knight Consigliere of the Virtue Mafia
Location: At the casino with James, Lilith, Ryan, Dean, and Altonair/Nice office…now can get this over with? Cross through the night
I looked down and lost my way
my light How long had they been at this? The consigliere sighed softly as she heard Altonair once more reject their deal. They had been in his office for over three hours last time Soren had checked. They were post to be back at the Headquarters by now! But unfortunately, Altonair was a hard man to convince. Thus, Soren knew it would be better to be late than to come back with no casino in their possession. Though, ultimately, Soren had a bad feeling Madelyne would find a way to chide them over their tardiness too. However, the consigliere could only hope coming back with the casino would make up for it. If we can even get the casino that is. Yet again, Altonair emphasized the fact he would not allow his casino to be owned by the Virtue Mafia. Admittedly, the owner of the casino seemed to be even annoyed at them continually pressing him about this matter. Then again, I guess I would be too in his shoes…But, while Soren somewhat understood how annoying this might be, she and the other Virtue Mafia members had a job to do. Thus, Altonair would just have to suck it up.
Her body leaned up against the wall as she looked over at the soldatos in the room. She didn’t know much about any of the three in the room. It only made the idea of being stuck in a room with them unnerving. After all, in any situation, it was best to know the strengths and weaknesses of her allies. However, Soren only knew the weakness of Ryan. That weakness was his annoying gambling habit. It was surprising to her that they hadn’t have needed to stop Ryan from going over to the gambling tables. That is, if his gambling problem was as bad as she had heard. Thus, she could only chalk up the luck to either misinformation, or good self control as she heard Altonair start talking again. With this, her blue eyes looked back towards the owner of the casino. Strangely, the talkative consigliere had nothing to say. At least, it appeared that way. It was more she was biding her time until it was the right moment to talk. After all, if James was as good of a smooth talker as they said he was, she wouldn’t need to interject. But, it seems even his smooth talking skills weren’t working.
For yet again, Altonair told them they would not have his establishment. It was true that money tainted by blood and drugs was tricky to handle. A person had to have the right mind set to be able to so such a thing. Because if anyone tried to use such money, knowing what had been done to get it…Guilt would override them to the point of insanity. At least for some. In a way, all money was tainted by something. Whether that be drugs, blood, greed, whatever, money to her had never been pure. Thus, why care what tainted it? In the end, it was its value to accomplish the things that made it so valuable to everyone, especially the Mafia. For that reason, she almost rolled her eyes at Altonair’s reasoning for not taking up the offer. However, her job was to observe and make sure they got the casino. Unfortunately, that meant controlling her urges until the time was right. But, due to being the observer, she noticed Altonair seemed to be raising an eyebrow in her direction. Her head tilted just slightly, not knowing exactly why he was giving her such a look. Before her mouth could move to ask though, James had already come up with his reply.
James was going from the money angle once more. While it was true most longed for such things, was it possible that Altonair had a more personal investment in the casino? If that was the case, then that would explain why he didn’t want to casino to be stained by “blood” money. However, she had to assume that being an owner of the casino meant he was looking for the most efficient way to get a profit. But, could it maybe be that he was one of those goody toe shoe type people? The ones that freaked at the slightest idea of breaking the law? As her blue eyes observed the owner as James continued to talk, she wasn’t sure that was the case. After all, some goody toe shoes thought gambling was bad. Thus, those goody toe shoes wouldn’t support a place that lived off gambling. Oh well. We’ll have to figure out all the reasons he wants to keep this place soon…or else we won’t be getting this casino. Her arms moved to cross over her chest as she continued listening to James’s reasons why accepting their deal was a good idea.
A small part of her felt that if money hadn’t appealed to Altonair before, why would it now? However, the other points were good ones to bring up. It was quite possible the Sinful Mafia might want this gambling estate someday. And while Madelyne was giving Altonair the opportunity to negotiate, Soren wasn’t sure Vincent Wolfram would do the same. While she didn’t know much about him, his reputation amongst the Virtue Mafia spoke for itself. But, that could lead to a problem she hadn’t thought about before. The two Mafia families weren’t on good terms. What happens if the Sinful decided they wanted Virtue territory? Then, the casino would be bothered if it was under the Virtue name. However, that was thinking too far ahead. The other reasons after that were either about money or keeping one’s position. While they were good ones, Soren couldn’t help but relate it back to money reason. If he isn’t going to cave in money wise, what makes you think mentioning profits and keeping his position would work? She had wanted to voice this. But, just like James, she noticed something off.
Eyebrows furrowed as she noticed Lilith seemed a bit off…It took a few more moments of observation to realize that she was messing with her phone! The consigliere sent a glare in James’s direction, her eyes conveying her inner thoughts. I thought you taught your soldatos to do better than that! They should know not to do that in the middle of a meeting! Business comes before pleasure for a reason. Her blue orbs looked towards Lilith in a way that was both chiding and calm. It was as if Soren was more curious about why Lilith would do such a thing than angry at her. Either way though, Soren was not pleased. However, her displeasure could have possibly gone away quickly. That is, if Ryan’s phone hadn’t go off. It was muffled, but the quiet atmosphere in the room seemed to make that muffled sound louder than it would be normally. Thus, she shot a glare at Ryan’ as he fumbled with the phone. What the hell is this? Text people while in important meetings days? As her observant eyes looked at Ryan and Lilith, she had a bad inkling the people they were texting were each other.
But, Soren had no proof of this as James said one final thing to Altonair. As she pushed herself off the wall, it was time for her to speak once more. “First off, I apologize for our soldatos rudeness. That will not happen again.” Her expression and tone showed calmness. However, her blue orbs seemed to smolder slightly with a hidden annoyance. “But now that is out of the way…Our Caporeigme is right on all of his points. However…I must ask something out of personal curiosity.” It was a hunch, but it was better than nothing. “As a business man, your job is to gain as much profit as possible. Thus, this sort of deal should appeal to you. But I wonder why it doesn’t?” Her head tilted ever so slightly, as if her very movements were trying to convey something. “Are you a man who upholds your values over your personal greed…” Soren walked towards the two, standing beside James with a slight smirk on her face. “Or…” Her finger ghosted along the edge of the desk as her gaze stayed on Altonair. “Are you a man that puts personal attachment to his things?” The subtle smirk fell away as her hand retracted back to her side. “Either way, it does matter in the end.”
“For we do as the Dom wishes, and the Dom wishes for this Casino to be in our possession.” A small sigh left her lips as she tucked a loose hair behind her ear. “So…while our Dom feels merciful enough to allow you some free will in these negotiations at this point in time…That mercifulness will not last forever.” Blue orbs looked towards James and the other soldatos before looking back at Altonair. “And it would be such a pity to allow bad things to happen all because you are stubborn.” She seemed to emphasize the last word, as if saying that was really the only reason Altonair hadn’t given in. Pure annoying stubbornness. “Though, do not be so naïve as to think the Sinful Mafia won’t eventually set their eyes on this place.” Eyebrows furrowed slightly as she continued to look at Altonair. “And while our Dom has mercy…It is said their Dom is incapable of it…So in the end, your casino will be gone from your hands…” She leaned over the desk slightly as her hand rested against the edge of the desk. “But it’s up to you as to how it is taken from you…
Soren stepped back again as she moved towards the door. “Think about that while you are making your choice. I know I would if I was you.” Soren winked slightly with a brief moment of a devious grin, before turning to face the door while waiting for the others to file out. Brought to my knees
Though the darkness surrounds
it pull me down,
I do not sink beneath
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2011 6:45 pm
{{{ wahmbulance I get a little colorful with my language here. You've been warned. wahmbulance }}}  |-Claus Revelle-|Drug Dealer Extraordinaire without a pulseLocation: Apartment Room ~~~~~ Potential customers?: Lincoln, then just Evony Waiting three hours for Evony to arrive at his apartment was something that tortured Claus to no end. All he could think about was how utterly <********> he was at the moment. Such a low supply of wares was simply suicidal for the drug dealer to deal with, especially with some of his customers. Some got violent with him sometimes, while others even went as far as to bribe him into getting more MJ or crystal for them to purchase. They would NOT be happy with his predicament. He could lose customers, and even an eye!
Before he bit off his nails completely in his nervous state, the drug dealers decided to try and calm down. He just needed to discuss things with Evony and make sure that she NOT tell any of the Sinful mafia about it. They were some of his best customers, and he couldn't imagine the firepower that they'd bring down on his a** if he told them the bad news. Really beat his a** like a chea hoo-
"Okay, I'm about to pull my own hair out if I keep FREAKING OUT MAN. Just reeeeeelax." he breathed shakily into his paper bag that he kept handy in case of hyperventilation problems brought on by his anxiety. He had all sorts of neat toys around his pad to keep him from having another panic attack. There was the PS3, but he had a feeling that turning on Marvel vs. Capcom 3 would only make him imagine that the dudes he was beating to a pulp were caricatures of him. Yeesh, out the window right there Claus.
He quickly settled on watching some television, deciding to do some catching up on My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. "Ooo! I didn't know that new episode came out today! Cheer me up, Rarity darling!" he gleefully cheered as he began to watch the pony antics.
Before long, Claus had began marathoning the entire first season of the show and felt much better about his predicament. That is, until a knock came at his door. Instinctively placing his mask back on, he went to go answer the door. He only opened his door as far as his chain lock would allow, giving him a view of dainty little Evony. "Evs! Hey! Glad you made it! We have to talk about, come in, quickly!" he exclaimed nervously, unlocking the door and allowing her to come in. He removed his mask from his face and began to close the door. "Let's finish watching My Little Pony first, kay? This is the one were Pinkie Pie-"
He was suddenly interrupted by the door swinging open and decking him right on his face and making him drop his mask. "Hey, dudenstein! What the ******** wrong with yoooooooooooOOOH!"
Claus backed up nervously as he caught sight of the person who had barged into his room: Lincoln Serafino, from the Sinful Mafia. And boy, did he look livid.
He sized up Claus, though there was nothing that the Soldato had not seen before, unfortunately. "H-hey duuuuude. How's i-it going? Beating up people like usual? That's gooood, yeah real goood....um. Hey, um...are you a brony? Cause and Evs were gonna watch a few episodes before we talked about-"
"I hear your supplies ran low this time around, Mr. Revelle. What happened?"
Claus' heart sank as he heard Lincoln talk, and he could faintly hear the remnants of the rest of his life shatter instantly. Like the goddamn Grim Reaper had just barged in and kicked him right in no man's land. "...that." he admitted, slinking backwards and like a puppy being reprimanded for peeing on the floor.
"Uh, you see, my suppliers had a this ugly little run in with the local law enforcement and had to take off with whatever they had time to run off with, rather than get arrested. Leaving me with, uh...not a lot." he explained quickly, not wishing to give Lincoln a lot of time to think of creative beatdowns. His PS3 weighed as much as a brick did, so there was some serious blunt potential there.
The soldato warned him about fixing things soon, since he would back to expecting good news. "Yeah sure, Lincoln! I'll try and have this fixed in a jiffy! Much better than Jiffy Lube!" he tried to assure the soldato, before the scary man left the room.
Claus hung his head, and pretended to tie a noose around his neck. Pulling on the imaginary rope and imitating choking to death, he breathed in wheezy gasps then yelled. "Oh GOD! I'm gonna die a painful death! He's gonna stuff me in a very small box and mail to ******** Siberia and have the yeti's use me as their blow up doll! He's gonna string me up by my spine and beat me to death with my ******** Queen memorabilia!" he screamed out, holding his head as he fell to the floor in a shaking convulsing mass of flesh and panic.
Then he remembered that Evony was in the room with him. He turned a shaky eye to her from his spot on the floor. "Ponies can wait. Help meeeee."
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 10:56 pm
• Ӎ ɐ э ʆ ɸ ȵ ɐ • ʗ э ɾ ΐ ϛ э • Ѧ ϛ ȶ ɐ ʆ ʆ ɸ - ζ ɐ ȵ ϛ ΐ ȵ ɠ • Ｔｈｅ ａｄｏｐｔｅｄ Ｐｒｉｎｃｅｓｓ, ｈａｉｌｉｎｇ ｆｒｏｍ ｔｈｅｏ ｋｉｎｇｄｍ ｏｆ Ｐａｔｉｅｎｃｅ
Full time Klepto Casino Hostess
Location: Casino.
Currently Wearing: The dress in the picture.  "Oh yes, makes me feel so special, even after admitting you say it to everyone." Maelona said as her blue gray orbs rolled towards the heavens. "Oh please, illustrious? People just feel bad for us. I don’t blame them though, most of the girls here are working two job to support themselves as they try their hand at acting." Again she rolled her eyes. She couldn’t count the times that Kori complained about her two jobs. Oh how she disliked that woman. There were many times that Mae wanted to explain how she was living outside her means and to stop acting like a stuck up whore. And then of course there was the fact that the girls were seen more so as sexual toys. The uniforms that were required for the waitresses were just outrageous. Thankfully she could actually choose what she wore to work.
"Smacks to the rear aren’t the worst of it actually." Mae said with a sigh. "It’s the pinching and men trying to force you to sit on their laps. Oh and let’s not forget that they like to try and look up your skirt at times." She shook her head before allowing a smile to spread across her face as she looked back up to him. "Men." She said simply before letting out a little laugh.
"Oh please, like your mind didn’t go there immediately. You are a man after all." She said as she went to her locker. She looked at him over her shoulder and winked. "Unless of course there is something I need to know." She said, smiling again. She turned back to the open locker and fetched a black clutch that held the nights spoils. It wasn’t much, but it would do far more than make up for a night of missed hours. She listened and nodded as he went on about what he would need to cut back on. "Caviar is disgusting anyway, so there is no real loss there."
Maelona nodded as he offered his own opinion on the mafia. At the moment she was almost certain that Altonair would eventually sell, or be forced to sell. It was just the way of the mob. No one would be able to hold out forever. "Like I said, too busy to even notice. And if you’re worried about it, you can tell him I kidnapped you for the evening. Made you do all kinds of terrible things though out the night." She grinned again as she winked.
"Shall we?" Mae asked as she motioned towards the back door. "I’m up for going anywhere, so it’s your choice darling."
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Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2011 4:08 pm
Kingdom: Lust
Rank: Former Heiress Police officer/Widow
Location: At home and then to the bar to drown my woes. `•.¸¸.••❦❦❦•• .¸¸.•´
Silvery pools, coated with icy flickered around the bar. Looking for the man who had ruined her life. Yet STILL he was not there. No where in sight. She released a heavy sigh and looked down at her thumb. It was decorated by a large, silver wedding ban. A twin to the one that rested under the single diamond that decorated her left ring finger. Slowly she twisted it around her finger remember the day of the funeral. The air had been cold that day, un-naturally cold and it had shook her to the very core. She remembered the tears that stained her cheeks. The way it had felt when the casket slowly lowered into the earth. The realization that she would never get to see her husband again.
Her breath came out in a low slow hiss as she closed her eyes shut and focused herself in the real world. The sound of the music, the voices, the smell of the alcohol. Even her own whiskey, that she’d ordered a few minutes ago, burned her nose and made it wrinkle. She released a heavy sigh, tilting her head back slightly as she half heartedly watched the dancer and then men who surrounded the woman like dogs. Panting, begging for more. Micah couldn’t hold it against the girl for such a living. Money meant life in New York and sometimes you had to get your hands dirty.
Hell it could be worse. She could be a member of one of the mobs. Yet…even with such logic floating about in the folds of her mind. She could not deny the pang. A feeling, like a knot in her throat or in her gut, that told her to watch over the woman. To make sure that these ‘dogs’ stayed as far back away from her as possible. It was odd. It wasn’t her first time seeing the dancer yet it was the first time she’d felt a need to march up there. To snatch the men by the back of their collars and jerk them backwards. To hell if they hit the floor too hard, they didn’t need to be all over the girl.
Micah tore her gaze away from them, slicing pain cutting into the back of her hand as she cursed under her breath. Her nails had dug into her hand. What the hell is my problem? She thought and shook her head before she grabbed the shot glass and tipped it back. The spicy, burn of the whiskey filled her mouth and slid down her throat and into her belly. Coating it with heat as she shivered slightly. Her lashes raising once more as she looked back to the dancer watching as yet another male took a seat closer to the younger female. Again that nagging feeling to go up there and make certain that they stayed back away from her pushed through the folds of her mind. Making a nice little nook for itself. She huffed and pulled her pools away from the group.
Something foreign and unknown to her was trying frantically to break through. In all honesty it was just annoying the s**t out of her. She released a small huff and returned back to the wedding band that was around her thumb. Twisting it slowly as she found her mind hazing with a cloud of sorrow and anger. Such a deadly combination. Still she couldn’t take her mind off of the dancer. The need to protect her still there, still annoying her.
“Oh for ******** sake.” She hissed under her breath as she got up and moved around the table. Her feet carrier her forward as she took a twenty out of her back pocket and set it down on the stage for the dancer. Her hard pools not looking toward the woman but toward the men as she walked past. Stopping long enough to turn around and lean against the wall. Her lids fell shut as she released a small sigh.
`•.¸¸.••❦❦❦•• .¸¸.•´
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2011 9:38 am
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxI might steal your clothes  xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxand wear them if they fit meKingdom: Veritas/Lust Rank: Peasant Location: New York City, center of the universe, times are shitty... but I'm pretty sure they can't get worse...╔═════════════════════════════════════♛═════════════════════════════════════╗Tyler didn't want to say that he had actually never been to a museum, afraid it would hurt them. Or maybe the old geezer would mistake him for his friend again and be completely put off. "Ah, yeah simply haven't had the time. Been working and whatnot." and trying to get my life back in order and get off the streets. "Sounds good.
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For the rest of the conversation he simply nodded and spoke when needed. He simply followed the other two men as they went this way and that, making sure not to lose them in the crowd. He smiled as John brought up food. Oddly enough, he could easily eat more. When you didn't know when your next meal would come you ate when you could. "Wherever you two want to go, I'm fine with anything." He looked down at his wrist as he rubbed it. His wrist was suddenly bothering him, as if something was there. For a split second he saw an intricate looking silver bracelet, but it was gone as he blinked. Strange.
He looked up to see if either of the two noticed it, but it seemed they didn't."I believe you two wished to go to a museum?"╚═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╝☪ OOC ☪ COMPLETELY MISSED ALICE'S POST. Apparently I was on the second to last page and didn't notice it move on :') Never made agreements, just like a gypsy And I won't back down because life's already bit me And I won't cry, because I'm too young to die if you're gonna quit me'Cause I'm a gypsy
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2011 9:53 am
_________________________ Kingdom: Wrath
Rank: Prince Thinks that he's a woman trapped in a man's body
Location: Casino _________________________
The back of her hand rose and brushed her forehead. One of the downfalls of her genetic material being that of a full grown male...they tended to sweat a lot. She huffed and leaned back looking at the various different cords that wove together in a rainbow network. She was pretty sure that she had it fixed and that it should not malfunction any more. She prayed and that was all she could really do. There had been a short in one of the main operating wires and all that really needed was it to be snipped and re-spliced. Removed the damaged bit and WaLa! You're good. Now all that was left with the slot machine was to turn it on and test it out. Leaving the side open she shifted to her knees and grabbed the plug and placed it into the outlet.
With in seconds the machine came to life with music and dancing lights. Lucas Luca-licious shifted to her feet and walked around to the front. Dark chocolate eyes shifted over each light, each button and saw that it worked. Took a handy token out of her back pocket and slipped it in. It sang as it read off some rules blah blah blah. She reached forward and tugged on the leaver. More music played as the pictures spun. Soon displaying a seven, pot of gold and a one. "I've never been good at these damn things anyway." She muttered and clapped her hands together. "But least it's working now."
With that she crouched and began to place the siding back up....
Smoke break--that was exactly what she needed. Her nerves were always strained when she was here. Not that she really had a reason to. People seemed to accept her for exactly who she was but still...old habits died hard. From years of hiding it to flaunting it. There were just times where it was hard to adjust and she forgot that she was safe and didn't have to pretend. Lucas Luca-licious's hips swayed as she walked, her hand fishing around in her pocket as she hunted for smokes and headed toward the back door. Spotting Mae and Richard moving toward the back door as well. She gave them a small wave with her free hand as she brought the smokes to her lips, jostled the box some and wrapped her lips around one of the tubes pulling it free from the pack.
Slipping the remaining smokes back into her pocket she fished around for her lighter and halted her movements as she switched to the other side. Brows furrowing slightly as she sighed. "s**t." She muttered over the cig that was between her lips. "Either of you have a light?"
_________________________ Somtimes what you see....
....Is not always what you get _________________________ Ooc: ...
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2011 2:36 pm
 
~Kingdom: Hubris~
~Title: Heir Brothel Owner~
~Location: Skin - Floor, room, then floor again. ~
Trey’s footsteps were quiet as he moved through the main corridor, stepping into the rooms that were only occupied by his Skin employees in order to deliver their pay. A lot of his employees were either out or busy with customers, but he always found the appropriate time to hand out their pay cuts; after all, who knew their schedules better than him? He kept the sealed bag secured in his jacket as he finished checking the rooms, moving onto the floor once he was done.
Several of his girls were hard at work as they tried to gain the attention of the best suited customers. He knew better than to interrupt so he didn’t pay the girls until they stepped off the floor; not only that, but he wasn’t foolish enough to hand over a series of thick, cash-filled envelopes to his girls when they were in the company of others. Some of his customers had greedy tendencies and he was wise enough not to tempt them.
Taking his usual seat at the bar, Trey allowed his gaze to sweep over the floor as he observed silently. He spent most of his time on the floor – making sure that nobody overstepped their boundaries and that everything was running smoothly. He had grown accustomed to keeping track of his employees and who they ‘worked’ with, so it was a simple task for him. He knew when his little workers were supposed to return and exactly who they were with when they were being rented out for the day. He had to see and know everything if he wanted Skin to be a success.
[[OOC: Crap post is crap -.-]]
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