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 Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2009 10:31 pm
Sam moved through the door of the spa, the decor was as suspected superb but it was the sound or lack of sound the hinges that the hinges on the door made that made Sam believe the place was worth the money they had taken from her account for a reservation. The devil after all was in the details, the thought made her frown slightly, her devil...demon whatever was up to something and until she knew what it was going to bother her.
Returning from the arctic with less answers then she had hoped for had caused Sam to be more cross then usual and brought the hotel staff much pain the past week since her return. Seere's sly suggestion that she may need some true pampering had put her on guard but she had agreed to the idea because really she could use it. They had gotten the sword but no answers were forthcoming, shaking her head slightly, the tight dreads and charms within it clinked together lightly before she moved forward toward the desk. Seere had said there would be a woman here today, a dark haired woman that may have an interesting business starting. She wasn't particularly looking for a business endeavor but the demon prince's interest had drawn her own.
"Samual Marlin, for a one thirty appointment," Sam could tell from the expression on the woman's face that not only had the name startled the woman but also likely her appearance. Most the women moving to and from the place were manicured and pampered, wearing overly high heels that looked more like torture devices then fashion - at least to Sam. She waited as the woman looked over the screen, the woman's eyes widened slightly and she was guessing some notation had been made about the origin of her name; which meant the woman knew she was worth well more then the entire spa, let alone a visit. Though the spa Sam decided wasn't worth as much as she had first suspected, or they would have already had their staff prepped for the arrival of the unexpected; that's how you knew the really rich even if something shocked them they hardly showed it.
"Uhm...this way ma'am," a smile and attentiveness that had not been there before came over the woman and Sam let her show her back toward the changing rooms. For her part Samual ignored the woman her fake curtsy was more annoying then comforting to the treasure hunter. The doors of the changing area opened up showing a well maintained and lovely room; moving past the woman Sam found herself a spot to the side to start changing out of her clothing, her eyes shifted some over the various others in the area curiously attempting to place the mysterious woman Seere had mentioned.
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 1:35 pm
Mischa and Cela walked into the spa slowly glancing around them. The richness here caused Mi to pause in the doorway. Asmodeus had suggested she go along with what Cela wanted for now. So she had but she still did not like doing nothing. His proposition of winning more money in a casino and getting to see something of a true nightlife was intriguing but it still did not sit entirely well with her.
A casino. She'd never been in one and was not entirely certain what she would do if she did go to one. She corrected herself. When. Asmo wanted her to do this. She would end up doing it and probably enjoying it to some extent. It just was not in her to fight. Mainly because she did not want anything at all. She had what she wanted. Jeffrey was gone.
Shaking her head, she walked to the desk. "Mischa Renaue`. I have an appointment for one thirty. This is Cela Marschal."
The girl glanced up at Mischa and Cela, taking in their clothing. She gazed back down at the screen. "You are late, Ms. Renaue."
"Yes, I am." Mischa said softly, but as the girl would have continued a bit of irritation slipped into her. "I paid well in advance and more than necessary. My time is my time whether I am late or not." Normally she'd have apologized. For some reason she would not this time.
Cela's teeth tugged her lip as she watched Mischa. She definitely needed relaxing before they went to enjoy themselves later at the casino. It had been Mischa's suggestion and she still was unsure why.
"I beg your pardon, Ms. Renaue`. This way, of course." She led Mischa back to the changing room. "Everything you need is ready for you both."
"Thank you," Mischa stated, removing her hat and shoving the hair from her eyes. She glanced around taking in some of the others before she dropped the hat on the table in front of her. "Are you sure this was a good idea, Cela? I don't know why I'm even letting you talk me into so much."
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 2:04 pm
Tugging on the thin overly short robe Sam noted the two new arrivals, she was guessing that they were the ones Seere had hoped she would meet. The had the feeling of those that didn't belong to such a place, considering her own feelings of the spa she wouldn't put it past Seere to have a hand in it. If she hadn't been so stubborn she likely wouldn't have known he was trying to get her to meet with others.
Her schedule put her down for a salt glow, she had a feeling that the other two would be heading that way as well. Moving across the room toward the hall to the wet rooms and showers Sam paused and offered the two a smile, "I think you have the same one thirty schedule that I do," she didn't look like the regulars of the spa by a long shot but felt comfortable anyway, something that shown in her stance. Sam was just throughly comfortable with herself. "If you aren't familiar with this building I can show you where to head."
Her curiosity of what the demon was up to propelled her to more intrusion then she usually would have used with someone she had just met.
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 2:24 pm
Mischa glanced over at Sam watching her a moment. Then she smiled nodding as Sam seemed friendly enough. It wasn't like she had alot of friends or even acquaintances. "That would be appreciated. I've never been here before. I'm Mischa Renaue`, Mi is fine. This was Cela's idea."
After a moment's hesitation, she shrugged, slipping on the robe. Mi glanced at Cela, Sam, and then herself. "The robes leave a bit to be desired though. A bit short and not as comfortable as they could be."
"Hi. I'm Cela Marschal. And if I didn't drag her out, she'd still be curled up in that apartment avoiding everyone." The girl smiled, a genuine warmness about her. "Besides if she plans to do what she's thinking about, it never hurts to check out what is offered around the area and then do it better. I intend to see she gets her hair cut and some shopping done before the day is over. She needs a dress for tonight. A slinky one."
Mischa suddenly sighed. "I don't need a dress like that. It doesn't matter what I wear."
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Posted: Sat Jan 31, 2009 9:05 am
Sam grinned faintly, "don't worry about the robes, we are heading to the wet room. Which means we won't be in them long," shrugging slightly she glanced toward a nearby hallway. The two women smelled like new money to her, they had the cash to pay for the place but were feeling out of sorts. Sam had always had the money but never really cared, and Sam never really gave a damn what others thought of her.
Chuckling slightly Sam glanced over at Mi, "sounds like you two have quite a night ahead of you." She had her own objectives but the treasure hunter tapped her lip slightly allowing herself to be distracted; perhaps she'd allow it for the entire night. "And what you wear and how you cut your hair does matter sometimes; to yourself anyways."
"So what do you two have planned for tonight? If you don't mind me asking?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 31, 2009 10:05 am
"I'm glad you said that. I've been trying to get her to understand that it might make her feel better." Cela stated, smiling at Sam warmly. "She needs a makeover and to think of herself for a change."
"My husband died a short time ago." Mischa said softly, but then as she watched Sam, she continued. "He was not the nicest person, but he was still... my husband." Taking a deep breath, she shook herself a moment trying to free herself of tears. He would have no more from her. "Anyhow he died in a car accident and left me some money."
"Just say it, Mischa. He was abusive as hell and I frankly hope that's where he's at." Cela growled, then shook her own head. Gritting her teeth she held her tongue so she'd not say more of what she knew.
"We are going to the Isle tonight to do some gambling. Another friend of mine thinks I should open a new casino after seeing how they do things. As well as use their money to build it." She shrugged. "It could be interesting. He said I'd win if I went tonight. Some lucky day for him or something. Cela thinks we need to be dressed to kill tonight." Her lips twitched slightly and her hand trembled as she brushed her hair back. She'd already killed once without being dressed. "And I haven't had a night out in about 2 years. Or even had my hair done except just to trim the length. Cela will be planning the decorating of the casino and making sure the costumes are what they should be."
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Posted: Sat Jan 31, 2009 10:19 am
She wasn't really the best when it came to emotions and abuse, most anyone that had ever tried to hit her had ended up with broken limbs in one form or another. For a moment Sam was a bit lost as to what to say at least the girl wasn't needlessly mourning for some guy that she was pretty sure had been a b*****d.
Deciding that bypassing possible cause for tears was the best option Sam focused more on what they were saying. The casino caught her attention, that's the business that Seere had meant; she once again wondered why he would be interested. "Hmm, a casino," Sam quirked a brow, "he leave you quite a bit I'm guessing, because starting a business is expensive. Plus you need an annoying amount of zoning permits and well just lots of things." She'd never started a business from scratch but with the amount of digging and trouble making she had taken part in over the years was familiar enough with the idea of zoning ordinances.
Sam glanced to Cela and grinned a bit mischeviously, "it sounds like you do need a night out," she looked to Mi as she spoke and then back. "If you ladies want some help with getting ready and don't mind a tag along. I think a night out is something I could use as well."
Catching the eye of an impatient steward Sam chuckled, "and I think we better hurry up or they are going to start the salt glow without us."
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Posted: Sat Jan 31, 2009 10:40 am
Mischa nodded, moving towards the steward. "We don't mind if you really want to come along. Maybe it will distract her from me." She shrugged, then laughed. "I can hope anyhow." For some reason she liked this woman and her circle of friends was small so it might be nice to have someone else around. "He left me enough that I can do whatever I wish. I do know it will take a great deal more than what I have to build it, but he said I'd have it. He's not let me down yet. One of the reasons for this trip today was not just for myself now, but to see what they do, how to improve upon it and put one in my casino for convenience."
"He?" Cela asked, stopping to raise an eyebrow at Mischa. "He who?"
Mischa smiled faintly, her lips twitching in amusement. "Oh, just a prince I know." She'd not said anything to Asmodeus that she knew so much more about him now. He was up to something, but so long as he took care of her, it did not matter any longer.
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Posted: Wed Feb 04, 2009 5:09 am
Sam almost stopped in her tracks when Mi spoke, a prince.... it could have just been a form of speech but with Seere's interest in the girl already she had a feeling it wasn't bloody likely. It also was a bit annoying, yes she knew he was a prince of Hell but she had summoned him not the other way around. And he'd been paid with a nice celestial soul that now looks at her like a kicked puppy every time she runs into them. So Seere could at least do what he was called for and not attempt to pull her into whatever other schemes he had going; demon or not Sam hated to be manipulated.
"Have to watch those Prince's, they usually aren't all they are cracked up to be," she'd have to see to her own Prince once she got back to the hotel. She had uncovered a bit more of the plot but decided that the two women were worth figuring out the rest, besides a night on the town didn't seem so bad at the moment. It would keep her from having to deal with the now pregnant Gia and Alex's mood swings.
Arriving at the wet room Sam smiled for the stewart slipping her robe off without a second thought as she did and moving toward one of the nearby tables to lay for her scrub. "Where did you have in mind to get the makeover started? I know you said a haircut here...but did you have any shops in mind for clothing?"
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Posted: Wed Feb 04, 2009 9:04 am
"Most males are not." Mischa replied softly. "So far he's been behaving himself. At least that I know of. He's done what he promised to do."
Cela sighed faintly. The entire conversation was over her head. She had no clue who Mischa was talking about. Unless it had been someone at Jeffrey's office who had offered to help her. His boss had been very nice the one time she had met him. More than likely that's who it was. "I had planned to take her to a couple of the boutiques and look around until something caught our eyes. Honestly I've barely looked to see what is out there though I've seen more of the finer things than Mischa has, but even with my job I didn't have the money to pay for the better clothing. Suggestions?"
Mischa moved towards the table leaving her robe with the steward also as did Cela. Laying down she thought about the things that she needed to get done. "I've no idea on the clothing. I've never had this much money before to shop for myself."
He paced the floor for several long moments, but he wanted to know what this Sam was like that had tied herself to Seere. Would she unduly influence Mischa? He was unsure without knowing what he was dealing with. Theros had popped in and then left again, on his way out to search for some of those he knew. They would like the opportunity the casino presented for their own needs as well as the protection it would offer against others. Finally his decision made, Asmodeus vanished. He would go to the spa and see what this Sam was like. And a few peeks at the naked women would not hurt either. He'd have to talk to Razz soon though. Very soon.
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Posted: Wed Feb 04, 2009 9:44 am
Sam rested allowing the attendants to work over her skin, usually she didn't bother with spa treatments but after the stint in the arctic the scrub felt wonderful. "Well, I know there should be a few shops around that should be able to help with getting you an outfit and likely another change of clothing or two. I saw Prada had some nice boots the last time I took the time to bother looking, the newest Chanel fashions should be out as well might have something suitably 'slinky'. Dolce Gabbana," Sam paused and looked over at Mi, "I think you could find something there to wear as well...plenty of brands and shops just have to find the one that is right for you out of it all."
Sam chuckled slightly, "and we'll have to make sure you both have new dresses then. So have you been interested in your own business before?" Sam let her eyes slide over toward Mi her question curious and also thoughtful.
She'd handled various business' from time to time and they were good for various things, some of which weren't always apparent on the outside.
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Posted: Wed Feb 04, 2009 10:07 am
"I already told Cela that I'd pay for her things. She's going to be decorating the casino and shows for me. She will need to look that part as much as I do. Hmm... Not the casino exactly," Mi replied enjoying the scrub. Her muscles were tight and she knew it all too well. Even just a couple years of tension tied one in knots. "I took art classes until I got married and then he wanted me at home. Made sure I was at home."
"Those were some of the suggestions I made to her too. I figured we would find something that we would like. And Mi is very good at painting. I was thinking that she should have a studio there where she can do some paintings and then hang them in the casino rooms with others. Maybe even have a gallery of sorts there."
"As soon as I have the rest of the money needed, I'm finding an architect to design it for me. I'm sort of doing this with his advice. Said he's built a casino or two over the.. years." She barely hesitated at the word years. Asmo had actually said centuries but she could not say that in front of Sam or Cela.
Cela's attendants had finished her and were helping her up and on to the next portion of the treatment in the next room. "I'll see you when you get there." she laughed, moving away with them. The door closed leaving Sam and Mischa alone. It was obvious that both of these women were tensed up and the scrub would help relax them more before the next stage began.
Asmodeus slipped into the room in amusement. It had barely taken him an instant to find Mischa. "Enjoying yourself, Mi?" he asked when she started in surprise at his sudden appearance. "Please don't cover yourself on my behalf. I much prefer you this way." He smirked, eyes glowing, and then glanced at Sam. He reached out pushing lightly and both attendants moved back from Mi and Sam.
"We are going to let you soak a bit more for this. It will ease the tension in your muscles a bit more. That way it will not be so painful for the massage that you will have shortly." Both girls were suddenly out of the room quickly.
Mischa's eyes narrowed after the moment of surprise. She couldn't say anything. Sam would think she was crazy.
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Posted: Fri Feb 06, 2009 1:45 pm
When Asmodeus appeared Sam didn't so much start as move instinctually to draw her gun, which since she was in the spa and naked she didn't have. Biting off a curse she frowned and instead took in the scene before acting, Mi knew the creature and from the looks of it; Sam was guessing it was Mi's prince. She wasn't an expert but from her own research before deciding upon calling Seere she knew that the Princes weren't like the lower ranking demons; the suspicious part of her wondered if something more was going on to have so many summoned in close proximity.
Sam narrowed his eyes as Asmo compelled the attendants to leave a frown settling on her face. She rested back against the bath not bothering to cover herself, after all he'd already barged in and there wasn't really a point to it. "Your 'Prince' I take it, pushy b*****d isn't he?"
Sam tapped her fingers in rhythm against the side of the bath tilting her head to watch Asmo as she did. She considered calling Seere, but decided she'd save that for a moment in which she actually really needed him. Other then being a peeping tom the demon hadn't done anything to really bother her yet. "So what is it you want exactly?" She was clearly addressing Asmo and not Mi as she spoke.
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Posted: Fri Feb 06, 2009 2:23 pm
Mischa sighed. "I'm guessing you can see him. And yes. He is a bit pushy, but then this would be something he would find this amusing. His name is Asmodeus, the Prince of Lust."
Asmodeus raised an eyebrow, folding his arms. Sam was a bold woman. Perhaps some of that would rub off on Mischa and he watched Mi's eyes a few moments before turning away. "So you finally figured it out. Good, Mischa. You have a life ahead of you full of whatever you desire on your terms. And mine. It's time you stood up more for yourself." Turning to face Sam a bit more, the demon laughed. "I was just making sure she was enjoying herself. And I already have what I want. For now. Seere and I are actually on good terms, so you can relax. I don't intend to rip your heart out or anything." He grinned wickedly, relishing the thought of it. "I can understand why Seere answered you now. We thought that perhaps you should meet since the casino will be our base of power here. Seere can tell you more if he's so inclined. Somehow I think he will not be."
He watched her a moment, a faint smirk sliding over his face. "But make no mistakes, Sam, on my presence. I was not summoned, but entered this world on my own leaving Hell behind. I still command but I do not take orders from the court. I plan to make sending me back damned difficult to do. My contract with Mischa allows me to remain here indefinitely. In the next few days, I would like you to meet Theros. He's going to be the head of security. I think you will find him interesting. He's half human, half demon, and has been immortal for several centuries. He's very good at what he does."
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Posted: Thu Feb 26, 2009 11:13 am
When it seemed that Asmodeus was going to talk instead of do anything threatening Sam rested back in the bath with an unamused look on her face, "she'd likely of had a more relaxing time if you hadn't decided to wander in." She was accustomed enough to the strange to not take a more defensive stance but still was forcing herself to rest in a calm manner. She'd not have offered her own soul when she could find another option though from what she had gathered from Mi and Cela, Mi's husband likely didn't leave many.
Sam reached up and rested her fingertips against her temple when Asmodeus started explaining his presence, "your speech sounds like it could have been spoken by a bond villian," Sam's lip twitched slightly in amusement, "and you want me to meet Theros? Seems you are set on his usefulness."
Tapping her fingers again she frowned faintly in thought, now would she allow Seere to drag her into the whole ordeal or would she not was the real question. "I have my own business to attend to as well," tilting her head she glances to Mi, "but if Mi actually wants more help with her Casino I believe I know people that can help. I'd want rooms for my operation within it once it is finished of course."
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