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 Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 11:26 pm
Minai chan { - Kendal - }Turning on her heels, she swishes through the exit and into the street. Avoiding the entrance crowds, and the few smokers hovering outside, Kendal moves up to the curb. Seated on a motorcycle with the engine running, a deeply tanned man in a black trench awaits her. She slips in behind him as he puts out his f** and slides his helmet back on. "All set. Pull out here and head to the back garage entrance." she murmurs to him as she situates herself on the bike. I took one last puff from my smoke then snapped my helmet secure. Pulling out from the street, I follow the feline woman's directions to the back garage entrance of the club. Once again I think to myself how incredibly handy it was that I met this strange woman earlier that week. After all, I had only arrived in the city a couple of weeks ago. Having been to other cities of New Berlin before, I knew the planet held large populations of corruption and dark creatures. On top of that, New Berlin has governmental security forces planted all around the major cities of the planet that could rival mob networks. I smirk at the idea. They probably are mob networks. In a million years, I never would have guessed that the carnival would be cocky enough or stupid enough to set up on such a secure, evil savy planet. When my sources first pointed me to the capital city of New Berlin, I was certain it would be a false lead. After all, what the hell could possibly be of such interest here that the Ring Master would be willing to risk the carnival's security? He might be a ruthless son of a b***h but he isn't stupid. Then I found my answer. The Muse.
In all of my travels, I have never come across such a tastey assortment of freaks all gathered in one place. This was the Ring Master's wet dream. If these creatures could be enslaved into the circus, with all of their powers combined added to the Ring Master's already formidable army, the carnival would reach new levels of carnage. Poor bastards. They have no idea what they are about to face. The grim reality of the situation forced me, me who always works alone, to communicate with these people. That's when I met Kendal. Even though she seems shallow and monumentally vain, I admit I was surprised at how many times it took meeting with her before she would agree to give me an audience with the owner of the club. This Mistress she talks about. Security in the club, I observed over the week, seemed pretty tight. But I knew they had no chance against the carnival without warning. On the whole, I really don't give a damn about them. But if I can use them and the other dangers this planet presents to the carnival to get to the Ring Master.
Let's just say I'm not above the idea.
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Posted: Tue Dec 16, 2008 7:40 pm
Emily Kane-Living Doll  Emily listened to every word Kei spoke. At first Emily did not understand and the urgency of Kei's words confused her. Then she started to think. She thought about all the pain she had experienced. Maria's sadness. Emily's face being shattered. How much it hurt that Maria could never forgive her. Emily examined the stitching along Kei's body. She saw how the blood flowed into the lace. It was beautiful. Emily liked that she understood Kei's words, it was satisfactory that not only she understood, but that she agreed. Pain made Emily feel the most over any other emotion. It made her feel that she was actually alive and no longer inanimate. No longer porcelin. No longer a doll. "I don't enjoy it here either. Though, I really don't care that I'm here. I've got nowhere else to be. I would never be able to pass as a human." Her words came out quietly, and with pauses in between her sentances. Emily touched her face almost subconsciously. Her fingers were soft and warm, but her face was hard and cold. It felt as if it could shatter just as easily as before.
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Posted: Tue Dec 16, 2008 8:01 pm
TheWorldIsNotOurHome Emily Kane-Living Doll Emily examined the stitching along Kei's body. She saw how the blood flowed into the lace. It was beautiful. Emily liked that she understood Kei's words, it was satisfactory that not only she understood, but that she agreed. Pain made Emily feel the most over any other emotion. It made her feel that she was actually alive and no longer inanimate. No longer porcelin. No longer a doll. "I don't enjoy it here either. Though, I really don't care that I'm here. I've got nowhere else to be. I would never be able to pass as a human." Her words came out quietly, and with pauses in between her sentances. Emily touched her face almost subconsciously. Her fingers were soft and warm, but her face was hard and cold. It felt as if it could shatter just as easily as before.
Glancing up to look at your face, the sadness in Kei's expression begins to fade. Sheoffers you a faint shrug, her arms relaxing the grip on her leg. "Maybe someday.. you'll find a place where you don't have to be human." she tells you quietly. "Maybe someday.. we'll all find a place where we can belong.."
Unlacing her fingers , she reaches out to the hand that had touched your face. Gently tracing her fingertips over your skin, she slips her own around your wrist and pulls the hand closer to her. Turning it so your palm is facing down, her eyes drifting over the tender skin on the back of your hand as her fingertips lightly brush along your veins. "This skin is soft.. " she murmurs in a thoughtful tone. Returning her gaze to your face, her lips curve into an innocent smile.
"I could decorate you.. if you want."
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Posted: Tue Dec 16, 2008 8:13 pm
Emily Kane-Living Doll Looking down to her hands, Emily thought about Kei's words. A place where I don't have to be human... The thought rung in her mind. She could be her, and be her to only herself, rather than crowds of people anticipationg the next performance. Rather than only listening. "I like those thoughts," Emily's words were not without emotion. She now had a desire. Something she that was desireable. Emily watched Kei trace the back of her hand and was caught off guard by Kei's question. She looked into Kei's innocent smile and smiled back. "Please." She replied, pulling her legs up underneath her, and turning towards Kei.
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Posted: Tue Dec 16, 2008 10:50 pm
☼ ~ ☼ ~ Chahna~☼ ~ ☼  Wrapping the soft robe around her, Chahna nodded and tucked a pale tendril of hair back behind her ear. She had slipped into some silver satin slippers, which lightly patted the floor as she walked to the indicated chair. Nestling herself down onto it, Chahna listened attentively, as if she was being briefed on a strategic battle plan to take on Arasaki Team. She blinked at her glowing reflection in the multiple mirrors after hearing Thorne’s proposal. Biting her lower lip, she pondered for a bit. The taste of cocktail Urban had made her still lingered, making her feel like a trying something riské. “Let’s try a whole painting, just this once.” Chahna replied, wagging a playful finger. Besides, she always felt safe within the Muse’s protective walls. Nothing wrong would ever happen, right?
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Posted: Wed Dec 17, 2008 8:17 pm
TheWorldIsNotOurHome Emily Kane-Living Doll Looking down to her hands, Emily thought about Kei's words. A place where I don't have to be human... The thought rung in her mind. She could be her, and be her to only herself, rather than crowds of people anticipationg the next performance. Rather than only listening. "I like those thoughts," Emily's words were not without emotion. She now had a desire. Something she that was desireable. Emily watched Kei trace the back of her hand and was caught off guard by Kei's question. She looked into Kei's innocent smile and smiled back. "Please." She replied, pulling her legs up underneath her, and turning towards Kei.
A delighted smile slowly curves her lips, Kei's whole expression brightening. Taking your other hand up as well, she pulls it to join the first one for examination. Tilting her head once more, her eyes trace up your forearms.
"What should we do first?" she whispers, as a child would speak when discussing something deliciously naughty. "Gloves for your arms.. or your lacings for legs, like mine?" Her eyes trail up your shoulders, then begin down your chest. A hand reaches out, a finger lightly touching just beneath your collar bone to brush upwards along your neck. ".. maybe a choker.. or lacings up your back.." her eyes follow the movements of her finger, then raise to yours curiously.
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Posted: Thu Dec 18, 2008 5:46 pm
Bayushi Tetsu SLADEI took one last puff from my smoke then snapped my helmet secure. Pulling out from the street, I follow the feline woman's directions to the back garage entrance of the club. Guiding him around the back alley, Kendal pulls off a glove long enough to get a print scanned, which allows them through the gate and into the underground parking entrance. She has Slade pull the bike over and park near the security elevator. Sliding off the back, she idly smooths out her skirts as she addresses him. "When you meet the Mistress, you'd better address her proper you hear?" She warns him, her tone playful but hinting at some seriousness to the message, "None of the lip you've given me. You really want to be heard, this is your chance." Waiting for a sign of acknowledgement from him, Kendal spins around and heads towards the elevator. One hand left ungloved for this very purpose, she presses her print to the keypad then types in a code on the blank buttons. It only takes a moment for the black metal doors to slide open, revealing the simple and chic black decor inside. Motioning him to follow, Kendal makes sure he's in before the doors swoosh closed.
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Posted: Thu Dec 18, 2008 8:19 pm
Minai chan { - Kendal - }Guiding him around the back alley, Kendal pulls off a glove long enough to get a print scanned, which allows them through the gate and into the underground parking entrance. She has Slade pull the bike over and park near the security elevator. Sliding off the back, she idly smooths out her skirts as she addresses him. "When you meet the Mistress, you'd better address her proper you hear?" She warns him, her tone playful but hinting at some seriousness to the message, "None of the lip you've given me. You really want to be heard, this is your chance." Waiting for a sign of acknowledgment from him, Kendal spins around and heads towards the elevator. One hand left ungloved for this very purpose, she presses her print to the keypad then types in a code on the blank buttons. It only takes a moment for the black metal doors to slide open, revealing the simple and chic black decor inside. Motioning him to follow, Kendal makes sure he's in before the doors swoosh closed. I unbuckle my helmet and hang it from the handlebar as the feline gives her "warning" speal. I nod to her nonchalantly, all the while thinking to myself. Mistress.. what kind of woman has her employees call her Mistress? Probably a whack job. I follow her to the elevator, taking advantage of the fact that she's turned around to admire her.. tail. My true sight tells me yes, it really is a real tail. I wonder if it's grafted or if she is some type of hybrid freak. When she stops infront of the elevator I divert my eyes back up just in time to notice her punching a sequence into a keypad where the buttons have no labels.
"Does everyone here have some secret code on numberless keypads or just the really special ones?" I ask her, following her into the elevator.
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Posted: Thu Dec 18, 2008 10:44 pm
Emily Kane-Living Doll Emily shivered at her touch. It was a weird sensation to Emily, a good one. She thought about Kei's question and thought about it hard. She smiled, an equally innocently naughty smile, back and pulled her legs out from beneath her. She then stood up and smoothed out her red dress. It need to be ironed again, but Emily didn't need to do that until before her next performance. This wasn't a performance. It was her being her, and Kei being a friend. Emily's hands trailed back up and to her back. She then slowly unzipped the back of her dress, all the way down her spine. She then sat back down on the edge of her bed, her back facing Kei. "I like the idea of lacings up my back. When I go out, I can wear my backless dress." She said, anticipating the pleasurable tinge of pain. She wasn't sure how it would feel, yet she coulnd't wait. She had no fear in this. Only trust, trust and anticipation.
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Posted: Thu Dec 18, 2008 11:11 pm
TheWorldIsNotOurHome Emily Kane-Living Doll Emily's hands trailed back up and to her back. She then slowly unzipped the back of her dress, all the way down her spine. She then sat back down on the edge of her bed, her back facing Kei. "I like the idea of lacings up my back. When I go out, I can wear my backless dress." She said, anticipating the pleasurable tinge of pain. She wasn't sure how it would feel, yet she coulnd't wait. She had no fear in this. Only trust, trust and anticipation.
Kei pulls the hand back that was touching you as you rise and turn. Her gaze follow you curiously, then as she realises what you are doing she scoots back on the bed to offer you more room on the edge. As you setlle, your back exposed to her, her eyes flicker with delight at the pale, bare flesh before her. One hand reaches up to her hair, her delicate fingers wrapping around one of the two long hair needles that are crossed like chopsticks in her hair. Gripping it firmly, her eyes roll back faintly, her eyelids half closing in a soft flutter as the needle is pulled, extracted from being embedded into her skin.
Bringing the extremely long, thin needle down to her face, Kei brushes her tongue lightly over the length of it to clean off the faint traces of blood. Now she returns her attention to your back, one hand resting with the needle in her lap, the other reaches out to you slowly, as if she were reaching out towards a flame.. something she knows she is not supposed to touch, but can not resist the temptation to feel. As her fingertips make contact with your flesh, she bites her lip in anticipation of what is to come..
Suddenly a loud pounding on the wooden door of the wagon shatters the silence. Kei starts, her whole body coiling back into itself as the harsh voice calls through the walls.
"Emily, Corin wants to talk to you. Now!"
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Posted: Fri Dec 19, 2008 12:39 pm
E l e c t r a
Cybernetic Illuminator
The knock resounds through her trailer, the pounding audible much over her small performance. Closing her hands at once, the blue pulses of electricity cease. Walking over to her door, she opens it and walks down the steps of her caravan. Her mechanical brain placidly opened a file on her previous experiences with Corin. One, someone or something had been of interest. Two, something has sparked their interest, and there was needed investigation. Or three, there was a potential problem and needed to be eliminated.
Anything humanoid was easily disposed of in Electra’s case. A shock, fully charged and easily produced, would kill the thing instantly. If she was ever needed to exterminate something, Electra would gladly do the job. She does not like, nor dislike anybody or thing she has met. Everything is the same for her, with her computer generated emotions. Another thing she was good at was going out in the public. With her most humanoid appearance, nobody would suspect anything. She would do as she was asked.
Her computer mind searched for the things to say, and came up with a comprehendible sentence a second later. “What is it that I am needed for, sir?” she asks. In her years she learned manners and respectfulness, though she never really felt this way towards anybody. She knew that was what was supposed to be done, and that’s the kind of person Electra was. Doing what she was asked, and nothing else.
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Posted: Fri Dec 19, 2008 5:42 pm
Emily Kane-Living Doll Emily waited silently, not seeing what Kei was doing, only wainting. Just waiting...Emily jumps up a thte sound of the door and quickly zips her dress up at the sound of the harsh words. She looks over at Kei, in her recoiled state. She the quickly looks away and walks to the door. She opens the door a crack and looks out, "Yes sir. May I dress myself first?" She says, stil not opening the door all the way. She could feel Kei's presence behind her and did not want to bring Kei into the conversation.
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Posted: Fri Dec 19, 2008 10:38 pm
TheWorldIsNotOurHome Emily Kane-Living Doll Emily waited silently, not seeing what Kei was doing, only wainting. Just waiting...Emily jumps up a thte sound of the door and quickly zips her dress up at the sound of the harsh words. She looks over at Kei, in her recoiled state. She the quickly looks away and walks to the door. She opens the door a crack and looks out, "Yes sir. May I dress myself first?" She says, stil not opening the door all the way. She could feel Kei's presence behind her and did not want to bring Kei into the conversation.
{ - Kei Itai - }
Emily opens the door to find her question has no one to ask, the brute messenger already heading back to his post near the large tent. Corin was, of course, the leader of the scouting party for the carnival. One of the few in the Ring Master's circle, Corin was one of the most vile, self serving women you could ever have the misfortune to encounter. If she requests your presence, it'd be best to get there asap.
Inside the wagon, Kei stirs only after the door is securely shut once more. Fingering the long needle in her lap, she raises a hand to slide it back into her hair. This time the movement is hurried, her reaction to the needle reentering her skin stifled by the discomfort caused from the brutes interuption. Kei rises from the bed and moves to lean against the wall, almost as if she were less noticable to the outside world there was a hard surface behind her. Running her bare toes over the floor board, she murmurs softly.
"I knew they would call you.." her gaze remains downcast, but she doesn't seem to be upset. Shifting in place, she nods in the direction of where the big tent is being set up. "Corin will be watching the brutes, I bet. She likes to pick on them."
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Posted: Fri Dec 19, 2008 11:12 pm
Bayushi Tetsu SLADEI unbuckle my helmet and hang it from the handlebar as the feline gives her "warning" speal. I nod to her nonchalantly, all the while thinking to myself. Mistress.. what kind of woman has her employees call her Mistress? Probably a whack job. I follow her to the elevator, taking advantage of the fact that she's turned around to admire her.. tail. My true sight tells me yes, it really is a real tail. I wonder if it's grafted or if she is some type of hybrid freak. When she stops infront of the elevator I divert my eyes back up just in time to notice her punching a sequence into a keypad where the buttons have no labels.
"Does everyone here have some secret code on numberless keypads or just the really special ones?" I ask her, following her into the elevator. "Just the really special ones." Kendal grins in return, her tail swishing gently from beneath her skirts. Once the elevator doors have closed, it only takes a few moments before they reach the desired floor. The doors open up to a long hallway, a rich, blood red carpet on the floor and dimly lit by wall sconces. Kendal motions Slade to follow, passing by the poster-sized, stunningly beautiful photographs of club models decorating the dark cherry wood paneling between closed doors that line the hall on either side. She pauses at a particular door, tapping on it lightly with a knuckle. From inside Slade hears a female voice beckon invitingly. Kendal glances at you again briefly, as if to encourage you to rememebr her earlier words, then she opens the door and moves inside. You find yourself in one of the more casual conference rooms. These rooms resemble the comfortable den of a professional. Hardbound books line the full wall shelves and there are no windows down here. There are two couches in this room, and several high back leather chairs, all turned to face a central point for use of group discussion. At the front of that center point stands a beautifully laquered desk, a phone and some stylish organizers adorning the smooth, black surface. There is no one else in the room. Kendal motions to one of the couches, "Make yourself at home" she tells you as she settles upon the arm of one of the high back leather chairs. "The Mistress will be here soon."
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